The asylum
She stared at the cement walls of her cell, a huge grin on her face as she scratched the skin off her arms with her finger nails. Her eerie laugh echoed in the small room. The constant motion of her body rocking back-forth-back-forth calmed her but never enough to stop her eye from twitching. She was about to pass out from the amount of blood her arm was losing but she continued scratching at the bloodstained skin. She couldn't feel the pain; she didn't want to, she did it for no other reason than for something to do. The darkness was consuming her as it did most nights because of the blood loss and finally she passed out curled up in the corner.
There were no windows to indicate what the weather was; no clocks to tell the time, and the workers at the facility have only kept her alive to observe how this new "disease" affected her. The workers watched her from a camera they kept running with one of their generators instead of going near the "Dangerous and possibly contagious" Usha. Alone you had to rely on instinct. It was your job to survive in the cement box they put you in because if one were to get a disease it could be days before anyone notice and by that time it could be too late.
Day and night she would scrape away layers of her skin. The doctors knew but didn't care, they were just waiting for the day she would end it for herself. Usha wasn't insane in their books, she was diseased and with little money to waste on the incurably sick like her she didn't get the picture-esque version of the insane asylum. Instead of the padded walls and strait jackets they got cold hard cement and a single outfit their entire stay. Of course most the Crazies they had trapped were too far out of it to care about the the lack of hygiene and Usha was no exception.
The ones that were completely gone, gone but not dead, the Crazies as they were known, where fed old food from a tube in the ceiling. The food would land in a metal bucket cemented into the floor. The only time the buckets were washed was when one of the patients died and a new one was filling their place. This caused the room to stink of rotting and moulding food. But Usha didn't mind, in fact Usha didn't even notice.
One by one the Crazies that the asylum had captured had died. They had managed to trap 8 but within the first 6 months they where down to 3, and by the end of the first year Usha was the only one left. They didn't expect her to live through the second year but by some miracle she did. She wasn't as determined to escape as the first batch that died, she had never rammed her head into the walls until her skull cracked open or chewed off her own arm. Nor was she ready for death as the ones that starved themselves or tore out their own throats. No, she was just Usha, too simplistic to think of ways to escape this hell and too content with the free meal, no matter how disgusting.
She just sat in her corner rocking rhythmically as she started on her daily activity or removing the skin from her body, this time it was her knee. Nothing was out of the ordinary; nothing ever was as she was the only one left locked in the cold dark basement where people rarely visited. She mumbled something that didn't sound like real words before letting out one of her shaky laughs. She heard a sound from above, a loud banging noise. She looked up at the cement ceiling and laughed again. In her mind it was the noise that brought her the food not the other way around and the thought of food exited her. The feeding tube emptied itself into her bucket and she screamed with joy. On her hands and knees she crawled over to the bucket leaving a trail of gore behind her. She stuck one of her bloody hands into the food bucket and grabbed a handful of the lumpy grey substance. Without even looking at it she shoved it into her mouth, one handful after another not caring as it dripped down onto her body and cloths.
There was another banging noise coming from somewhere. Maybe it's more food! She thought happily, but on the outside she just made one of her weird mumbling sounds. There was another bang but this time it was closer, louder. A third bang soon followed, the only difference was that this time it was coming from the giant steal door. She got up off her knees but instead of standing up she moved her weight from her knees to her toes and crouching giving her more manoeuvrability but an odd position as it made her rump stick up. She let out a hissing sound, barring her teeth and arching her back as the door gave one final bang before collapsing into her room. As the door fell the top corner pierced the flesh of her shoulder and smashing the bone but Usha didn't even wince unable to feel the pain that should have been surging through her body. She looked up to see two people in outfits that looked extremely out of place in the basement of the asylum. She didn't have time to do anything but growl at them before falling unconscious because of the alarming rate she was losing blood from both her knee and shoulder.
They were surprized but not unhappy about finding Usha and the stronger of the two carried her along as they searched the rest of the asylum for any others. After finding no one else of interest the headed back to the basement of what was once an apartment, or what they called "home".
With nothing to do but wait for the newcomer to wake up the younger one, Miki, quickly became restless, she resorted to begging and pleading with her elder to let her go hunting. The older one granted her the permission she so badly wanted and for little Miki the fun was about to begin.
Sorry about how short the chapter is but it will get longer I promise! As for OC's so far I have chosen to use Devilish Aisha's Madoka, Kisshufan4ever's Keiko, Ambercatlucky2's Miki and Sakuuya's Halvah . If you want to submit an OC please make sure they have a personality and follow the guidelines I have made and please don't just turn yourself into a character use your imagination and make up your own. I am in need of a strong but evil Red Data Person (a boy) so if you want to make him go ahead. And a few more thing about OC's before I leave you; they do not have to be Japanese they can be visiting and get stuck there when the airplanes stopped working or they could be someone that was living there because they wanted to. And just because they are Red Data people doesn't meant they have to be good, some Red Data people can and will be working with the Crazies. Lastly I you can make human characters too but don't get too attached to them as no one in this story is safe. Thanks for reading and the info for making an OC is in the prologue