Banshee: Hi everybody. Halloween is coming up, so I thought I'd write a short story for it. I also put up a Halloween oneshot, so be sure to check that out too. Ja ne~!
Disclaimer: I only own my OCs and the plot.
Prologue
They said it could never happen.
They said the dead could never come back to life.
Well they were dead wrong; emphasis on 'dead.' Dead with a capital 'D.' You get the picture.
It came out of nowhere. It was the biggest epidemic in human history. As usual, it started with one, and one was all it took. Soon it overtook the entire world. Seventy percent of the human race was turned into flesh-eating monsters while the other thirty percent either fought, ran, died, or were turned themselves. She hoped her family was part of the thirty percent.
She found it difficult to watch the news lately. Every time she turned the channel, she was afraid she'd see one of her family members being attacked or a friend stumbling through the streets all glassy-eyed and craving flesh. Sometimes the news crew was attacked and overwhelmed by zombies during the live broadcast. Even the police force and military would get overrun. The good quality microphones they used made it possible to hear every single crunching and chomping noise and every gut-wrenching scream. Some news networks had been disconnected, and some radio stations have gone out too. There wasn't even any cell phone service. How the hell was she supposed to call her family and friends and make sure they were okay?
Her fellow Organization members weren't concerned. Not one bit. No zombie could ever reach the World That Never Was. Even if they did, they would never be able to get into the castle. Why? Because the castle floats above the fucking ground. That's why.
It was killing her. Was she going to sit here, in the safest place in the universe, while her family and friends were running for their lives through some God-forsaken zombie-infested town or city?
The answer is: Hell. No.
She was going to find them and bring them back to the castle; and kill some zombies while she was at it.
She wrote a message on a sticky note and stuck it to the TV (the one place where she knew everyone could see it). She took her backpack and armed herself with her hidden weapons. Then she called her faithful portal-making pet to her side, and it created a portal. Her resolve hardened, she stepped through the portal, ready to face whatever was on the other side.
"Going to save family and friends. Don't know when I'll be back. Unless you're going to help me, STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!"
- Sincerely, Nikki (a.k.a. Number XIV)
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