A/N: Hello, dears! This is a remake of my previous story from my other account. I'm trying to make my character believable in the Zombies storyline. Read on and enjoy!
Chapter 1
It's really dark in this place... I don't know where I am and I'm scared. I don't know what happened to the people here but they're like cannibals... It's pure chaos everywhere! I don't know where to go or if anyone is still...sane...
All I know right now is that I have to escape somehow...
To anyone who reads this, my name is Lythia Clarke... I am twenty-five years old, I have curly blonde hair, and blue and green eyes, and I'm from Edinburg, Scotland. I don't know why this is relevant, but... Maybe you'll find me. I'm running from crazed freaks and I can't find anyone normal... I can't survive alone.
The young blonde woman put down her small journal and pen, sighing quietly. The matted curls on her head were met with a weak, shaky hand, which brushed them from her face.
Her thoughts then were on her twin brother and father. Where were they? Were they even alive? These questions angrily raced in her mind as an unsettling feeling set in.
I knew taking this damned trip was a bad idea, she thought. I never should have left home.
She stood, quaking in her low heels and rubbing her gooseflesh-ridden arms. The building she had gotten into to run from the crazies was creaking, with pieces cracking and falling from every inch of the structure. As her eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness, Lythia saw the dusty furniture and banisters.
Nazi swastikas everywhere?... Great interior decorator, she thought, snickering.
Everything was torn, coated in dust, broken, or all of the above. Papers were scattered all along the floors as if everyone left in a rush. Lythia was starting to get scared. Maybe this place wasn't as safe as she figured...
She shook her head, studying what seemed to be the lobby. There twin staircases, both leading to an elegant miniature balcony. Under the balcony was a passageway which lead to two sets of double doors. To the left was one set, then forward was the other. There was a section of a wall, cut down to create some sort of a counter.
Back toward the foot of the right staircase was a mini bar. Up the staircase was another set of doors, which were open.
Lythia paused, thinking out loud.
"Why is this way open, but the others aren't?" She giggled, "Lythia Holmes: Professional Nazi Building Investigator."
The girl was silenced by the sound of loud, rhythm-like footfalls.
"H-hello?..." Her voice cracked a bit from the quiet volume level she was using.
The steps continued.
Her courage began to build, and she spoke a tad louder.
"Helloooooooo? Is anyone there?"
The steps ceased. Seconds passed before the feet causing the noise broke into a run... Right for her.
Lythia's fear was growing at an alarming rate.
A man came into view. He was wearing a tattered, gray uniform. A bright red armband was visible on his left side, showing his affiliation with a dark obviousness.
"Sir, are you alright?..."
The man kept running until he stopped dead ten feet from her.
"O-oh my god..."
He was covered in holes and tears in his graying skin. A grotesque mix of saliva and blood poured from his mouth like a slimy waterfall.
His eyes glowed orange.
Lythia froze as his lips curled back in a snarl. He's one of them!... She thought, panicking. She knew she wasn't safe here. Her eyes grew wet and her vision was obscured by tears.
I'm going to die.
I'm going to die.
I am going to die...
The "man" pinned her down on the ground, and without hesitation, reached for her exposed flesh.
As the excruciating pop and tear of skin sent pain shooting through her body, Lythia couldn't even scream. Tears poured down her face as she awaited the cold clutches of death...
A/N: I know I'm not the best writer, but I try! Review maybe ovo?