A/N: New narrator in this chapter. Someone very familiar. On that note, refer to chapters zero and one for rules and regulations on the story's feedback, cover art situation, etc. I should stop rambling. Enjoy.
One week after "Red" had left for something, the people were all gathered around their fire, some were crouching around it, warming their hands, and some were impatiently waiting on their new host or hostess.
"That 'someone new' she mentioned had better show up soon or I'll feed myself to one of those things," One of them said.
Another tried to convince the man to stay, saying, "Hey, maybe they're runnin' late. Maybe one of them patrol assholes got 'em."
"Got who?" said a voice from the shadows.
Swinging around, the two said, almost begging, "We don't wanna die, all's we been doing is getting together to share stories, please don't kill us!"
"Relax, will ya? I ain't one of those goons trolling the streets. In fact," the mystery voice said, walking calmly out of the bushes, "I came to move Riding Hood's little story along."
"And what's yer name?"
"My name will be withheld until my portion of the story is finished. Until then, call me Flower. Delicate, bright, and yet, poisonous…If one of you has me figured out, speak up."
The noise of crickets and a slow, volatile, clicking ensued.
"You really must pay attention more," Flower said to the guard, after jumping in front of him, killing the monster immediately.
It was as if she hadn't moved from that spot. And yet, Flower was in two places at once. She calmly walked back to where she originally came into the forest clearing. The onlookers watched in astonishment as the second Flower faded away and the real one took her place.
"That thing," said Flower, gesturing to the corpse of the monster, "reminds me of the time when the group was mainly still together. It was Dragon, Riding Hood, and I with Lumin in the next room over. Times were a bit more boring then. God…I miss boring. By the time I'm talking about, though, Red had put on her mask and shouted something about sparkly s**t. We were in the middle of a cloud of the spores. I heard a scream."
Red wrote it off as Runners. In other words, fast zombies. I didn't believe it was only those noisy things, but she was right. I saw an opening in a doorway that was two-thirds the way boarded up with a makeshift barrier. A dresser stacked on top of book cases with a fallen wooden beam blocking us from our exit. Lumin lifted it as much as he could. Enough to get me, him, Dragon and Red through the blocked off route. We walked through the small pathway. Sure enough, we saw a newly dead body, already growing mushrooms on it, probably just starting to rot.
"Ew…Have a look at the walls," Said Red.
Sure enough, something truly disgusting met my eyes. The walls had patches of the mushroom growing on it. It almost looked like muscle. Like the building itself was alive thanks to the unknown fungi.
"Shut up Red. Do you hear that?" I said in a soft, yet harsh voice.
Screams of the undead echoed through the halls. The slobbering and scratching and chomping of the Runners feeding on their new meal struck fear into the hearts of my friends. We hid behind a corner at the doorway of the large enclosure. An apartment flat. We managed to sneak past them without wasting any of our ammo. I jogged out into the sunlight of the outside. I forgot what it was like to feel truly alive. I forgot what my life was. I forgot freedom.
"Smells like home…" I said.
"Smells like…Like…" Lumin trailed off.
"Smells like what?" Red asked.
"Like friends. Like Beacon."
I couldn't speak for awhile after he said that. It's like I had a rock in my throat. What's worse, my twitch came back. Something on Flower's head wiggled.
We decided to find someone who knew something about a way to find a cure. I had my man on the inside. Sun Wukong. He had run off with the White Fang when they promised him freedom from that dump that we called the "safe place." The White Fang had gone from an extremist group of misguided Faunus to a very misguided and possibly terrorist-like union of Human and Faunus working to find a way out of this sh**hole we called Remnant. It was, at that time, a Remnant of its former self.
A/N: on that heavily philosophical note, we end with Flower as she continues through her portion of the story. I had a seriously crazy idea for who was going to narrate next, Adam Taurus, but I decided to scrap it when I decided to retype the original version of the story and remake it entirely. I want your feedback this time. So who do you want it to be? Sun Wukong, or Dragon. There will be one more chapter of Flower's POV, so whoever it is will be featured in chapter four, showing up as chapter five for you guys. Once again, if the numbering confuses you, sorry for the inconvenience. Remember to PM me if you have a link to Cover Art or if you have any questions about the story, how it was written, why it was written and why it was written the way it was. If back-story is needed, look up the characters on the RWBY wikia and imagine them all dirtied up, five years older and with the season (volume, sorry) two outfits slightly torn up and raggedy. You're welcome to give constructive criticism and to point out grammar mistakes. I may have a very large vocabulary, but it doesn't mean that fancy language makes up for nonsense. I just now had to retype the word "that" in the previous sentence three different times before it was correct. Pyg out.