Rosalie's Life
"Rosalie. It's time to wake up." The nurse's voice rang throughout the white room.
I had only been fake sleeping when she came in. My eyes flew open and I stared at her
with a blank expression. She was so used to me doing this by now that it didn't even scare her
anymore, unlike the first time. We began our daily routine and she walked over to the side of my
bed and unstrapped me. First my legs, then my arms. Once I was out of bed and I had gone and
changed in the bathroom into my day clothes, the nurse escorted me to breakfast. As we stepped
out into the white hallway, the fluorescent lights nearly blinded me. I saw my buddy Abraham
spinning in circles down near the breakfast room door, and he eventually got dizzy and fell down
to the square-tiled floor with a loud thud. When we entered the breakfast room, the nurse had me
sit down in one of the gray chairs and then proceeded to ask me whether I wanted milk, orange
juice, apple juice, or water.
"Water, please." I replied plainly.
About two minutes later, she brought back a tray of eggs, sausage, a glass of water, and
two tiny pills. She watched me swallow the pills, and then looked in my mouth to make sure that
I actually swallowed them. After she made sure, she walked away to do her rounds and check on
the other patients and such. As soon as she was out of sight, I casually took the two pills out of
my mouth and placed them in my shirt pocket. Whereas I would later flush them down the toilet.
The rest of my day was indifferent to any other day. Boring, extensive, uneventful, and just all-
around numbing to the mind.
Ever since I was admitted to the Lancaster Asylum, this has been my daily routine for the
past 9 years and 296 days. I was tossed in here by the police for supposedly murdering my
brother and father after my mother committed suicide. The only problem with the cop's theory,
was the fact that I didn't kill Sam or my father. The night that they died, I was making dinner in
the kitchen like I normally would and all of the sudden, I heard a strange yelp. I turned around to
witness a truly bone chilling sight. Sam was struggling in a head-lock, enforced by our dad. Dad
was holding Sam down in his right arm, while in his left hand held his favorite hand gun pointed
in Sam's face.
Before I could do or even say anything, Dad merely whispered, "I want you to see this
Rosalie." And with that, he pulled the trigger.
Then he pointed the gun at his own face and offed himself. I didn't know what to do but
just hold Sam in my arms and cry. Our neighbors had heard the gun shots and called the cops and
I guess they came up with the mind-blowing conclusion that I killed Dad and Sam, despite
everything I told them. I was 19 years old when all that happened. I'm 29 now. Looking back on
it, I'm both relieved and traumatized that it happened. Relieved because Dad was a horrible
person and he would abuse Sam, Mom, and I. Which is probably why she killed herself.
Traumatized because, well who wouldn't be after witnessing your father kill your brother and
then kill himself without a proper explanation. It would have been somewhat alright if Dad wouldn't have taken Sam with him, but he did. Sam was only 15 years old.
Today was day 3,581 and the nurse didn't come in to wake me up. She was never late.
EVER. About 5 minutes went by and my temptation got the best of me. I tried to get out of the
velcro, but I failed. When I finally got loose, it felt like an hour later. I unstrapped my legs and
feet, then swung my legs off the bed and stood up. I quickly used the bathroom and changed into
my day clothes, and then walked over to the door and opened it slowly. I walked out into the
hallway and what I saw next was without a doubt, the most horrific, gory, and strait-out-of-a-
horror-movie thing that I have ever witnessed in my entire life.
Massacre. Dead bodies everywhere. Blood, lots of it, and stringed-out intestines looking
like they had just been ripped out of the humans that were once alive. Some of the bodies were
unrecognizable. And the smell, it was completely over whelming and gut-wrenching. If I hadn't
cringed before, I did now. All the sudden, I felt light-headed and I bent over and started to gag. I
was getting ready to puke my guts out when this psycho tackled me to the ground. The psycho
was clawing at me and was on top of me. I tried to push them off, but they were too strong. I did,
however, succeed in rolling over on top of them and when I did so, I could see their face. It was
covered in blood and peeling fresh. I was close to the wall and I tried to ram their head into it.
Once I had done so, their head cracked open and out came more blood and more flesh. They
finally stopped moving and I could see clearly now, that they were no longer a human at all, but
an It.
I got up off the ground and looked it over. Just by looking at its blood-stained uniform,
my hunch was that it was my nurse. I looked around, scanning every inch of the main hallway
while standing in place. Looking for anything that could help me. The more I looked around, the
more I began to realize. This was no ordinary massacre. This was something else. Something so
much worse. Just then, I heard a strange noise. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was some
sort of growling. I looked to my left and saw about a dozen more of those things coming straight
for me.
I started running toward the nearest exit sign, but I stopped and ran back to my room to
grab the only item worth anything to me. The only picture I had of Sam and me. After I grabbed
it, I went back out into the hallway and by now, those things were hot on my tail. I ran as if I
actually had something to live for, straight to that exit sign. When I got there, the door was
locked, but I was so desperate that I punched through the glass with my bare hand. My adrenalin
was must have been pumping so fast that I felt no pain. Once the glass was broken, I reached
through to the other side and unlocked it. I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me. Then
I just took off. I kept running and running and running until I couldn't run anymore.
I ended up in town. This was my old town after all, so I could still maneuver my way
around pretty well. I decided to walk downtown to get some new clothes and see if I could find
someone, anyone, to tell me what the hell was going on. On my long walk, I found no one.
Nothing but empty streets, stores that appeared to be looted, and the occasional empty car in the
middle of the street with open doors and maybe some blood here and there. Then I saw what
looked like an old clothing store, possibly a thrift shop. I went in and started picking clothes off
the racks. After all, I couldn't just walk around unprepared. When I was done with that, I went
around town and gathered all that I thought I needed to survive. In total, I got some travel food,
water, and clothes. Most of the shirts I got were tank tops and I also found a leather jacket. All of
the pants I found were two pairs of jeans, and the rest shorts. After I got all that, I put it in a big
duffle bag and went searching for my last item: weapons. I strolled over to the local gun and
hunting shop, in a rather chipper mood for once. As I walked into the rickety old gun and hunting
store, I grazed over the small variety in slight disappointment. I just decided to snatch what was
left of the place. I dropped my duffle bag at the door, and scanned the selection. One handgun,
half a box of ammo, four throwing knives, and a nice looking bow with about a dozen arrows for
it. It wasn't a lot, but I was satisfied enough.
When I was a teen, I had a neighbor that took me and Sam hunting in the woods every
other weekend.
"Good times." I said to myself. When I was done gathering all of my new weapons, I
walked out of the shop and looked down the street. Roughly four or five blocks down Jeffery
Street, there sat a rusty-looking pickup truck. "I can probably hotwire that if there aren't any
keys."
The scolding rays of the sun were screaming down at me as I started off towards the
truck. The heat was pounding at my head as I walked. Georgia weather is brutal in the summer.
When I reached the truck, the door was already slightly open and there were specks of blood on
the inside of the window. I looked through, and there was a body lying on its side facing away
from the window. There was no way for me to tell whether or not the body was one of them, or
just dead. I grabbed one of the throwing knives from the duffle bag and got ready to do what I
had to. I slowly opened the door and looked in. The stench was repulsive, but I had to know if it
was really dead or not. I leaned over to try and see it. In its hand was a hunting rifle, and in its
head was a bullet.
"Okay, that's just nasty." I spoke aloud to myself. I reluctantly drug the body out of the
truck and onto the street. Then I decided to try and hotwire the truck.
About one month has passed and I still don't fully know what is going on. After someone
gets bit by one of those things, they soon turn into one of them, and the only way to kill them, is
to crush the brain. They crave human flesh and blood, and their bodies decompose the same way
any other person would after death.
It's been raining for the past day or so and I've been driving the truck for about ten or
twelve hours now. I would stop to sleep, but I'm paranoid that if I do, one of those things might
come and get me. I'm on a Georgia back road because all of the highways are now covered in
deserted vehicles and it's too difficult to maneuver through them.
I started to drift off a bit and swerve my crappy pickup truck. To avoid falling asleep and
getting into a car accident, I grabbed an ACDC cd and was about to put it in the music player of
the truck. I looked down from the road to put the cd in, but when I looked back up, one of those
things were in the head lights. I tried my best to swerve and not hit it, but when I did I ended up
flipping the truck over and over and over until I hit my head and blacked out.
When I woke up, I wasn't outside. I wasn't by my truck in the rain. I wasn't dead. I was
in what looked to be a hospital room. I looked to my left and saw Mom, Sam, and Dad. The pure
level of disbelief and confusion was a greater feeling than anything I have ever felt before. The
looks on their faces were so happy and relieved. But, they all looked older. Mom and Dad both
had wrinkles and gray hair. Sam looked like a grown man. And then as I looked to my right, a
man was sitting there. In his lap sat a little girl, about five or so years old with long chocolate
locks of hair. And also a little boy sat next to her with the same chocolate locks. He looked to be
about the same age as her or maybe younger. The man was crying and he looked happy and
relieved too. All three of them looked a little familiar but I just couldn't place where I had seen
them before.
"Sam, go get the nurse." Dad ordered. Sam stood up and ran out of the room. Seconds
later, nurses and doctors came in the room and just stared at me. I stared right back at them. "Uh,
how do you feel Rosalie?" One of the doctors asked me.
"I'm, confused. Do you mind telling me what's going on?" I asked him.
"Well, you have been in a coma for the past four years." "What?!" I asked outraged.
"Just calm down Rosalie. Everything is going to be alright. Four years ago, you were in a
terrible car accident. You have been in a coma ever since. Rosalie, how much do you
remember?" He asked me.
"I don't know, what do you mean?"
"What is the last thing you remember?"
"Um, I was driving… And it was raining… And then one of those things jumped out in
front of the truck. And, and I don't remember anything else after that. Why do you guys look so
old?" I asked Mom, Dad, and Sam.
"And, oh my god why are you alive Mom? And Sam and Dad too? What's going on
here?! Who are they?!" I pointed to the man and the children.
"Rosalie, we'll have to run some more tests, but I think you have amnesia." The doctor
said. "These are your husband and children Rosalie."
Hello everyone its AlphaJman again, and how did you guys like my friends story. Please only constructive criticism and stuff,
Now In the news of my stories, at the moment I'm still working on Episode 8 but just expect it sometime in the future.
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