A/N: Hi! This chapter has some ...A LOT of violence (suicidenesstobeexactlol). BUT HERE'S THE NEXT PART. I think this is the longest one yet! Enjoy~
Vee woke up to blood.
It was everywhere. It matted her thin hair, covered her front, caked her skin like dried mud. But she just giggled to herself. People sure do have a lot of blood in them, she thought, examining the red liquid pooled around her, should I even be alive? It puzzled her, the notion of having no blood left in her body and still be as alive as… Well someone obviously not dead. Vee shook her head, sitting up. "Weird," her voice sounded distant, "I don't feel pain… Maybe Richtofen-…" Her eyes narrowed. "He must've numbed the pain so I'd keep walking… AND BLEED TO DEATH!... Yes, that's it… Everyone else agrees too!" She laughed. "They don't give a flying fuck about me! I mean, who knows how long I'd been out… They think I'm a brat… I know their plans…" She wrung her red-stained hands nervously.
"Leave me when the round starts…"
Her eyelid twitched slightly.
"…don't help when I need it…"
The Scott scratched her leg.
"…wait for some time…"
She pressed her hand to her wound and the red goo seeped through her fingers.
"…and come back when they think I'm dead…"
The corners of her mouth pulled upward. "That's it… they're trying to kill me without actually killing me…" Vee knew she shouldn't have trusted them. If they didn't want her, they could've just spoken up, right? Her dear sweet friend named Sanity was slipping from her grasp. Vee put her thin, pale arms to her sides. Something brushed against her hand. It was as cold as death itself. It was the starting pistol, a Colt M1911. The odd thing was that Vee did not keep hers; it was her least favorite weapon.
An idea struck her like a bat hitting a baseball. "They can't kill me if I do it myself," she laughed, as a smile played across her thin, cracked lips. She studied the hunk of metal and checked how many rounds were left. Half a clip, she observed. Perfect. Just to make sure she knew how to fire it, Vee gripped the top, pulled it back till she heard a click, and let it slide back into place. She aimed and squeezed the trigger once, hitting a "FAUST" portrait on the wall. The glass in the frame shattered and the picture fell to the ground with a light thud. The Scott swallowed hard, a small voice in her head telling her she shouldn't do this and she's jumping to conclusions again. But she brushed aside that voice as if it were nothing; there was no sense in listening to reason now.
Vee pressed the Colt to the bottom of her chin and could feel the metal push her tongue upward. She took a deep breath, telling herself she had nothing to lose. "Zombies would've eaten me anyway… I'm useless…"
She squeezed the trigger, and everything went black.
The young Scott awoke with a jolt. She could feel an intense pain in her leg. "It was a dream… It was a dream," she said voicelessly. She blinked and looked up at the ceiling, then sat up, and winced as she glanced around the room. Her position had never changed. A blindingly sharp throbbing felt like a drill in her head. Dragging herself to the nearest wall, Vee tried to relax but couldn't stop shaking. She was so startled by the dream she'd just emerged from. The blonde took in as much air as her lungs would allow and stood slowly, applying just a small amount of pressure on her wounded limb. The pain was excruciating and made her fall back down quickly as she struggled to maintain consciousness.
Vee couldn't take it. She'd tried to think of something to help herself get around this, but thinking, along with walking AND seeing straight, was not an option. Tears threatened to spill over. After all that just happened, nothing could compare to the pain and abandonment she felt at the very moment. Her so-called allies weren't coming to her aide. They never did. She laughed at the irony.
"The dumb blonde who's always stalking and trying to rape me won't even help." Lyth gave up, shifting her position carefully against the cold wall. She adjusted her injured leg to make it as comfortable as it could be (though the pain never left for a minute.) A slow sigh escaped her thin lips, and her muscles contracted in a shudder. Wow, she thought darkly, I never realized how cold it can get. Panic quickly struck through her as the harmonious sound of groans, screams, and boards being torn from the walls created the lovely symphony of death. Vee knew she was finished. Her weapons were several feet away, but getting them was a futile effort; they were void of any ammo. "I'm dead," she said grimly. The world around her swirled together in a mash of fading colors. Sounds drifted away as her head bobbed, and her pale body went limp. Everything was truly gone.
Vee's eyelids slowly opened to a bright shining light that warmed the right side of her face. She lifted her head slowly and blinked, looking down at the swirling colors below her. It was the telepad, emitting a low hum as the gears inside whirred. Vee groaned, lifting her numb body with arms like jelly. She sat back on her feet, shifting her weight from left to right, and back again. Looking down at her leg, she expected to see a numbed wound, but saw nothing. It was clean, as if getting bitten had never happened. On top of that, Vee felt as energetic as if she'd gotten a good night's rest and downed an energy drink or two. But the downside was that her weapons were gone, and that sent the girl into a fit of rage and swears.
As she walked off lots of her anger, Vee assumed it had been at least one wave since she'd…. been out. Taking the biggest breath of sweet, cold air, she went weapon hunting.
Her eyes fell upon the glowing wooden crate that came up on her right. She looked at the map above it, and assumed she was in the dressing room (despite there being clothes strewn about the place.) A smile struck her seemingly emotionless face and she set her hands on the box. With much care, she proceeded to open the gamble of a weapon box. It wouldn't budge.
"What the…?" she was confused, "Open, ya stupid hunk of wood!" She strained to open the lid, but it was sealed tightly. Every time she tried, her feet slid back as the mysterious box stayed in place, not moved in the slightest. Vee huffed hair from her face angrily. "I see how it is…" Giving the inanimate storage unit a pissy glare, she trudged off, mumbling.
Something stopped her dead in her tracks. No, literally. Vee walked straight into a wall. She cried out in pain and frustration, rubbing her reddened forehead.
Her day was just not going well.
ASLDFKASDf Tell me if there are any misspellings or sentences that don't make sense. There's a lot going on in my mind right now, so I have the attention span of a squirrel :I
