It's a short piece. A teaser, maybe. Might continue it and bring in the group. Oh, and of course, I don't own anything from the show.
I was sitting in my dorm room with the knife. I held the blade against my skin, barely pushing in. One drop of blood rose to the surface and I pressed harder. The tip disappeared further into the skin and more blood droplets popped up. The red liquid began running down my wrist so I eased off just a bit. I rolled my arm around, fascinated with the blood moving down my tanned arm. Replacing the tip of the knife in the wound, I began moving it vertically.
"It's fucking Armageddon outside!" someone screamed as they banged through my door.
I was quick to hide the knife and my wrist as I turned around to face the dumb shit. I rolled my eyes at Nathan and eyed the glass of liquor in his hand. He didn't even bat an eye seeing me in my bra and underwear. I brushed my hair out of my eyes with my free hand and placed my hand on my hip afterwards.
"Did you have one too many drinks, man?"
"I only poured this. I just got back from the funeral home."
Nathan's dad had been in a car accident three days ago and had been killed instantly. Some drunk bitch ran through a red light. Aside from a knock on her empty head, she was fine while my best friend's father snapped his neck and tore up his face on the flying glass because of the force of impact.
"You know I would have gone with you but…"
"Don't pull that shit with me. Besides like I would really push a suicidal woman into attending a funeral. You haven't left this room in nearly a week so you have no fucking clue as to what's happening outside."
"Then fucking tell me," I screamed.
I just wanted some peace and quiet while I do it. Every day this week I'm attempted to end my life but have always backed out to get wasted on Jack instead. If I had known a drug dealer, I'm sure I would be snorting coke up my nose to go with the Jack burning my throat.
"The dead are rising. I was the last to leave and wanted one more look at him. They told me close casket because they couldn't do anything. I opened the casket and his eyes were open. They looked pearly white but they were open. He fucking looked at me, moved his head and everything. Then he attacked me. His arms reached out and he tried to grab me."
"Fuck, Nathan. What did you do?"
"He had kicked open the lower half of the coffin and tried getting out. I slammed the top down and ran. When I got to the doors, I looked back and there was ooze dripping out of his head. He was half in and half out. But not moving. I wasn't gonna wait around for him to attack again so I ran back here," he explained, taking a drink.
We heard a scream and dashed over to the window. Nathan moved back the curtain and we saw students running and screaming as the slow undead dumb fucks stumbled behind them. A few must have been from the cadaver classes because they were naked had their intestines hanging out.
"Like I said. Fucking Armageddon."
Not even 10minutes ago I was preparing to kill myself but now that I knew I would come back wanting to chow down on anyone near me, the thought disappeared. Maybe I could actually live in this fucked up world. And here's hoping that those fuckers who pushed me into wanting to slit my wrists would become infected.