The first thing that Rachelle Martin saw when she woke up was darkness.
She didn't remember much about the past twenty-four hours, but she did
remember hiding underneath a bed to evade the monsters. She turned on her
Minnie Mouse flashlight and peered out into the bedroom. No one was
around. Her mother had died when she was young, and her father had gotten
eaten by one of the ugly, deformed monsters. Rachelle was all alone now.
The small 7-year-old climbed out from under the bed. The window was broken in her bedroom, but she didn't remember why. Could it have been a monster? Rachelle didn't know. All she really wanted was to get out of this house, out of this town. She knew that the monsters were everywhere now. Her daddy had probably become one of them.
Unbeknownst to Rachelle, she was trapped in a zombie city. Many strange things had been happening recently. Skinless dogs had been terrorizing the city and strange monsters had been attacking the residents. Most people just passed this off as a publicity stunt, or joke of some sorts. Rachelle's father seemed to be the only one who took these sorts of things seriously. Rachelle's father, Dave, had worked for the Umbrella Corporation. He knew about their secret goings-on's. Dave had told Rachelle that if she sees any of those monsters, to run away as fast as she could. Dave, himself, could not even fulfill that order. He had gotten trapped in the kitchen of his own home, and eaten, until he was zombiefied.
Rachelle looked around the room. Everything seemed normal, except for the broken window, and the dead monster lying in a pool of blood on the ground. She grabbed her baseball bat, and moved into the living room. She checked around for money, food, or clothes. She wasn't sure how long she had been hiding, but she didn't like all of this sticky blood on her new jumper, and she was getting quite hungry. Rachelle managed to find a box of cereal in the kitchen cupboard, which she ate dry. Rachelle was lactose intolerant, and she remembered that they were all out of soy milk.
Rachelle moved outside. She was very quiet, and careful not to be seen by anything living—or dead. Her daddy had told her that if she were to be caught by any of those creatures, something very bad would happen to her. Rachelle, like most humans, had never liked pain.
Suddenly, Rachelle heard something behind her. It was a horrible groaning noise that she had only heard when a monster was nearby. She turned around, and lo and behold, there was a pale, bleeding figure in front of her. The monster was a woman this time—whom had once been blonde and beautiful. Now, she was horribly wounded—with a gunshot wound to the leg, and bite marks all over her petite body. To top it all off, she was beginning to rot and decay, as they all did. Rachelle almost cried when she looked at this abomination of God… wondering whether to run away, or to hit in the head with her baseball bat. She was scared, and, she decided to run away.
The small 7-year-old climbed out from under the bed. The window was broken in her bedroom, but she didn't remember why. Could it have been a monster? Rachelle didn't know. All she really wanted was to get out of this house, out of this town. She knew that the monsters were everywhere now. Her daddy had probably become one of them.
Unbeknownst to Rachelle, she was trapped in a zombie city. Many strange things had been happening recently. Skinless dogs had been terrorizing the city and strange monsters had been attacking the residents. Most people just passed this off as a publicity stunt, or joke of some sorts. Rachelle's father seemed to be the only one who took these sorts of things seriously. Rachelle's father, Dave, had worked for the Umbrella Corporation. He knew about their secret goings-on's. Dave had told Rachelle that if she sees any of those monsters, to run away as fast as she could. Dave, himself, could not even fulfill that order. He had gotten trapped in the kitchen of his own home, and eaten, until he was zombiefied.
Rachelle looked around the room. Everything seemed normal, except for the broken window, and the dead monster lying in a pool of blood on the ground. She grabbed her baseball bat, and moved into the living room. She checked around for money, food, or clothes. She wasn't sure how long she had been hiding, but she didn't like all of this sticky blood on her new jumper, and she was getting quite hungry. Rachelle managed to find a box of cereal in the kitchen cupboard, which she ate dry. Rachelle was lactose intolerant, and she remembered that they were all out of soy milk.
Rachelle moved outside. She was very quiet, and careful not to be seen by anything living—or dead. Her daddy had told her that if she were to be caught by any of those creatures, something very bad would happen to her. Rachelle, like most humans, had never liked pain.
Suddenly, Rachelle heard something behind her. It was a horrible groaning noise that she had only heard when a monster was nearby. She turned around, and lo and behold, there was a pale, bleeding figure in front of her. The monster was a woman this time—whom had once been blonde and beautiful. Now, she was horribly wounded—with a gunshot wound to the leg, and bite marks all over her petite body. To top it all off, she was beginning to rot and decay, as they all did. Rachelle almost cried when she looked at this abomination of God… wondering whether to run away, or to hit in the head with her baseball bat. She was scared, and, she decided to run away.