What happens when a fictional book from a different email collides with the real world bringing zombies with them. PS the actors who play these characters aren't in real life in this story.
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29th of December 2022 that's when it all started, at that moment in time I was out with some friends enjoying the days after Christmas as it had finally snowed little did we know that soon that pure white snow would be stained with crimson blood.
As the day wore on it was pretty normal till it can to 6:24 pm then the earth began to shake, the roads cracked and some of the buildings changed into that of King Georges era.
The only thought that was running through my mind was what the hell, I suspect many others thought the same but the buildings were nothing to what came next people appeared in the Jane Austin styled dress but they were heavily armed with swords and guns among other things.
Then right that second was when I heard it the unmistakable screech of a zombie... from then on the world fell into chaos and only the brave few survived but our story has only just begun.
Present day 23rd of March 2024
I look at my katana seeing my reflection on its smooth sharp surface, "Ash, what's the status report from London?" My friend Uko asks "I don't know it's probably gone by now we've been in hiding for so long." Ash reply with a annoyed tone "I'm sick of being in hiding, with or with out you I'm going today." I say rather plainly as though they meant nothing which is pretty close to the truth as the only reason they stuck with me is so I could protect their sorry asses.
I watch as they look at each other having a silent conversation "By all means Red do it we don't care." Ash sneers, that very moment I snap up from my sitting position and march towards the sealed tight door.
I turn the wheel and the door opens with a bone shattering creek "Maybe I'll see you once you grow the balls to come out." I shout as I shut the door and hear it click shut sealing the door behind me as I walk down the long cold corridor as I see the light of the warm sun in the distance something I haven't been able to lay eyes appon in a long time.
My eyes squint as they adjust to the brilliant light, warm fresh air washes over my skin and I can't help as a smile tugs at the corners of my lips "It has been too long." I sigh with a massive smile, I look around to see the outside of the bunker in the middle of no where, I sheath my katana behind my back long side my other one.
"Now where I wonder is a house or even people for that matter?" I question myself as I scan the country side "what's that I spy with my little eye?" I ask myself as I see a stately home with... Walls around it and barbed wire 'must be to keep the zombies out little that'll do them.' I think before plodding off towards the mansion, as I get closer I see guards that are meant to be manning the gate in case of zombies are in fact lazing about talking and playing cards "Typical men." I scoff as I walk through the gates unnoticed by the buffoons they call guards and lay their trust in.
I walk up to a drain pipe as that seems to be the only entry "Who are you?!" someone shouts from the drain pipe and looks at my attire scrupulously with there blue eyes "I'm from the modern era and I have just come out from a bunker in which I have been stuck in for quite sometime." I explain "mmm ya don't look like a zombie, come on we'll take a closer look." he sighs in defeat before propping it open so I can climb down after him but before I can even step on foot on the ladder I feel a presence behind me, I quickly pull my katana's from their sheaths and point it at the person behind me who as their katana drawn too "Who are you?" I snap as my Katana's blade caresses his neck making him gulp if only slightly "I'm Cornel Darcy and who might you be? I suspect you are from the future era as from the state of your attire." My heart thunders in my chest as he says his name "Mr. Darcy of pemberly?" I question lowering my blades as his comes up to my neck returning the favor of caressing my skin with its sharp cold point which sends shivers down my spine.
His dark gaze is fixed on my shocked one, I feel his katana reluctantly go do my body till he sheaths it completely, his dark brown hair seeps above his equally dark eyes and his rough voice makes him even more handsome then I could ever imagine "yes, so you have heard of me. And who might you be?" Darcy asks "People call me Red, and yes I have heard of you." I reply with a grin 'in more ways then one, I wonder if he knows he's fictional?' I question then my mind begins to wonder 'if he's here does that mean the rest of pride and prejudice are?' I ponder intently till my focus is moved back onto him "shall we?" Darcy gestures to the man who has been watching us converse "Yes of course." I beam as I begin to climb down making sure I don't step on the other man's hands beneath me.
We reach the floor and I jump down onto the cobblestone ground with a gentle tap which echo's slightly through the long hall ahead.
I walk side by side with Darcy "sooooo do you like katana's?" I ask just like it is a normal thing to ask which it probably is now "I do, they are a highly skilled and agile weapon with such a beautiful blade." Darcy describes "Yes I completely agree both graceful and deadly. That's why I love them so much even before the merging of eras, I had a passion for them only know do I have a good enough reason to own them." I laugh and Darcy looks at me with some intensity behind his eyes "I have never heard of a women who would willingly weld a weapon before the zombies made their appearance." Darcy says with a hint of administration in his voice and I watch as the corners of his mouth tug upwards slightly before it is gone just as quickly. "Also I love your leather jacket! It's amazing, you look so mysterious and ominous, such a extraordinary combination." I grin from ear to ear "The way you talk is so different from mine but you can also speak eloquently too, but I can understand what you mean either way I have grown accustomed to the way your era speaks." Darcy states "That makes one of us, some of the words my era uses today make no sense at all at least I use words that are real and aren't made up or stupid." I monologue as it is ridiculous about how the English language has gone down since Jane Austin's era.
We finally reach a dimly lit room which has some sort of examination container in the middle so that they can see if someone's been bitten that's what I assume anyway "Ah and who is this fine young lady?" a priest asks 'pervert I'm not getting undressed just so you can see if I've been bitten.' I fume internally making my lips press together in a thin line trying to conceal my anger as Mr. Darcy talks to the man "please undress so we may examine you for bite marks." the priest says and Mr. Darcy begins to undress.
My eyes are locked on every movement like he's put me under some sort of spell that my eyes cannot rip away from in, I watch as he takes his shirt off to reveal a toned chest.
I finally come to my sense's looking away as I feel the heat rise to my cheeks 'if this were an anime I would be having a nose bleed right about now.' I breathe trying to put the images of Mr. Darcy's bare chest out of my mind.
I finally hear Mr. Darcy get into the device and it is closed saving only some of his modesty "No zombie bite marks on this pristine young body." the priest says making me shiver 'pedophile.' I chant in my head as I cringe.
He moves away so that Darcy can get out and put his clothes on again which I revert my eyes to the floor catching a glimpse of the Father looking at Darcy's cough privates cough "pervert." I hiss under my breath as Darcy calls his attention.
I look up at Darcy to see an unimpressed look on his face my eyes dare wonder anywhere else but their as he gets dressed, I nervously look around hoping they had forgotten about me "Miss would you please get undressed." the priest asks locking his lips "I will certainly not you pervert, I do not have any but marks and would not be here if I did as I'd rather take my own life then turn into one of them." I spit making sure he got the message he seems to ponder it before reluctantly agree but Darcy shifts with uncertainty "Thank goodness your wearing clothes again I thought I might have a nose bleed." I joke to him and he raise a brow in question "I'll explain it to you sometime." I laugh "Father how did you know that the wound on my rib was from fencing?" Darcy asks retrieving his Katana "Been at this a long time my son." he reply's, "I have no wound." Darcy snaps as the gate opens then strides past the priest "I hope the zombies get you." I glare before strutting past him to catch up to Darcy.
We are then lead into an extravagant house by a maid, we go through many halls till we reach our destination "Let me guess the reason you are here is because someone in that room is a zombie and has not told anyone." I whisper to Darcy "yes but hopefully that'll soon be rectified, I hope you aren't scared of blood." Darcy smirks slightly "is that even meant to be a question." I retort with a raised eyebrow "of course not." Darcy replies as we wait for the maid to come back.
Inside I hear the room go quite "Well seems like they're not pleased to see you." I chuckle "it would seem so." Darcy agrees as the maid opens the door and Darcy walks in, I follow closely behind scanning the room till my eyes land on a man dealing cards "Mr. Darcy and who is that with you." the lady of the house hold smiles "Cornel Darcy, Mrs. Featherstone. This is my colleague Red, we're here on official business." Darcy introduces 'wow a colleague that's like amazing for him to say that even though we have only just met.' I grin proudly as Mrs. Featherstone comes and stands next to Darcy "There's been a report that someone here's been bitten." Darcy informs getting straight to the point as I stalk over to the man I assume is the zombie, I feel Darcy's eyes follow me closely "Surely not. There hasn't been a zombie incident in Hertfordshire for over two years." Featherstone protests "Doesn't mean it won't happen just because you say so." I add as I hold my hands behind my back staring the man down who I can smell is the zombie who is seated in front of me. Darcy begins to walk towards me "I assure you, we've taken every precaution." Mrs. Featherstone reassures "A newly-infected zombie is almost impossible to detect. Until they've ingested their first human brains, at which point, the transformation accelerates with every subsequent kill." Darcy explains "Yes. We are all well aware of how it works, colonel Darcy." Mrs. Featherstone replies with sarcasm "But luckily for you I can smell a zombie quite clearly." I smile as I glare down at the man who is now looking rather feverish "well, are you quite satisfied?" Mrs. Featherstone pushes her patients obviously gone "Quite." Darcy says with a somewhat fake smile "Might I play a hand?" Darcy asks as he takes a seat next to the zombie "of course." Mrs. Featherstone says rather curtly "good evening." Darcy greets politely as the older women looks at me with distaste and I give her a sickeningly sweet smile which makes her attention turn to Darcy instead "so, shall we?" Mrs. Featherstone smiles happy to get back on with the game 'such stupidity they aren't concerned about their safety but are concerned about a petty card game.' I roll my eyes at the idiocies of it all.
I watch as Darcy pulls out a vile filled with fly's "A potion?" the older women asks 'very clever they will be able to detect the dead flesh not like we don't already know who it is.' I admire his genius but I would never say it allowed it would probably boost his ego if anything "Flies, ma'am." Darcy replies shortly "I beg your pardon?" she says not quite knowing why he has flies "They can smell rotten flesh quite useful when looking for a newly decomposing body right Darcy?" I explain with a subtle smile "Yes, these Flies are called Carron flies." Darcy furthers as he let's the flies out of the vile "I won the trick!" the zombie laughs happily "very crafty play, Mr. Kingston." Darcy mocks but it seems only I notice "indeed quite the player, I bet you apply you craftiness to everything." I play along and Darcy looks at me with a side smirk at my comment "I dare say, the buzzing is frightfully loud." The older women complains "It's not the buzzing the should concern you, madam. But rather when the buzzing stops." Darcy explains grimly and as if on que I watch as one of the flies lands on Mr. Kingston along with another until there is no more buzzing "oh dear." The older women states in shock the man begins to growl, I quickly unsheathe one of my katana's and swiftly cut off his head making it roll along the floor the I stab my sword through his head cracking the skill and casing blood to ooze out along with the smell of decomposing flesh, Darcy looks at me rather impressed "Nicely handled." Darcy complements quietly as everyone looks at me with horror.
"is there anyone else present whom he would have had the opportunity to infect?" Darcy asks as he stands next to me whilst I clean my sword on the table cloth. Mrs. Featherstone shakes her head "A family member, perhaps?" Darcy pushes but again she shakes her head, I gaze at both her and the young girl with a murderous glare "Good evening." Darcy bows after a short while as I sheath my katana and people comment on how I could just leave a head on the ground but I just shrug it off.
I quickly exit the room with Darcy "I don't believe them." I add as we walk down a hall "I think it best we stay for a little longer just in case." I persist "If you feel there is another then it would be best to take the precaution to stay till we are sure everything is fine." Darcy agrees "I can smell it." I inhale and the odor of rotting flesh hits my nose "Are you sure it's not from Mr. Kingston?" Darcy inquires "I'm sure it's not a man but a women who's infected a young girl to be precise." I inform, I quickly push Darcy into a wall as the young girl from the room comes running past and up some stairs, "Annabelle? Where are you." The girl calls "Darcy the zombies up there!" I urge as I sprint after the girl just in time to hear her scream and a zombie bite her, I quickly stab her with my katana and proceed to chop her head off before she can fight back then I stab the other girl through the brain making a squelching sound "That should be the last of them." I puff as I watch the crimson blood stain the elegant floor "Wahh!" I hear someone scream in the distance, Darcy and I look at each other before rushing off to deal with the other infected in the area…