Hey guys, another chapter of this GLORIOUS self insert challenge!
(I do not own anything besides myself)
Note: If you see spelling mistakes, either tell me or bear with me. WordPad has no spellcheck.
And when I thought life couldn't get any worse: it rains!
Heaving an angry sigh, I dragged myself through the soft downpour of water, still holding my frying pan. So far, I haven't run into any...undead? Zombies? What the hell were they?
That wasn't the point. I was trying to get back home to my apartment and that's all I truly cared about at this point. Thoughts raced through my head such as: I wonder if mum's okay. What about the neighbours? The animals?
Groaning, I reminded myself mentally to continue worrying about 'me'. Tightening my grip on the newly declared weapon, I carried on through the brewing storm, my shirt sticking to my torso and my hair against my face.
"This is terrible..." I whined, my feet pained yet I kept walking, the heels of the stilletos echoing through the lonely streets. Strolling to a stop, I looked over to my right and noticed a large gate was separating half of the city-the front to my apartment building included. Looking up towards the sky I watched faint lightning cackle across it before shaking my head and continuing forward to the alleyway that would most definitely lead to the back of my apartment building. Keeping close to the wall, I froze in place when I noticed a few of those zombie things.
Did they see me? They aren't chasing me...keeping close to the wet bricks, I continued forward and past the monsters the best I could until I saw it: the back door. My dark eyes lit up and I hurried forward, my heels ruining my stealth completely. Still, that wasn't the point. The actual point was that I was almost there and then I could sit out and figure out a plan to get out of this forsaken city!
Throwing my hand onto the doorknob, I pulled the wooden door opened only to get smacked in the forehead with some blunt object. Stumbling backwards, I fell to the ground and held my hands over my forehead.
"What the hell, Francis!" a female voice scolded. I clenched my braced teeth together and rubbed my forehead pathetically.
"What? I thought she was a vampire." the gruff voice answered. After a long moment, I looked up to see four people: a girl in a sweatshirt, a guy in a vest, a black guy with a red tie, and an old dude with a green hat on.
"Well, take a good look at her, Francis. Does she look like one of them?" the girl snapped again.
"Well-" his voice was cut off when the black man pushed himself forward and held his hand out to me. I stared at his hand for the longest time before I took it and stood to my feet, rubbing my forehead still.
"Sorry about Francis! He's...aggressive." the man smiled widely towards me. I furrowed my brows once more and bent down to pick up my frying pan.
"Uh-huh...tell that to my forehead..." I mumbled uncomfortably, having never enjoyed the presence of people.
"Let's get a move on you three." The older male walked past me in the direction from where I came. I blinked and my eyes followed him before waiting for the others to move.
"What? Bill, we can't leave her here...! Look at her!" Hands gestured from the top of my head to my heeled feet, eyes set upon me. Swallowing, I averted my gaze.
"Yeah, look at her." Bill responded flatly, not bothering to slow his stride. The three took a few steps back in order to look at me up and down. I shifted uncomfortably and held the pan tighter.
"I kinda just wanna go inside..." I muttered beneath my breath. The other female put her hand on my shoulder.
"Look. You don't wanna go back in there. It's like something ate everybody and spat 'em back up." she looked at me dead on before recoiling her hand and moving past me to follow the elder gentleman. Likewise, the thugish looking male did the same and that left me with the darker skinned business looking man.
"Well, I don't wanna leave you here. Ignore Bill, he's kinda got a rule." the male explained quickly before motioning me to follow him. Looking around, I sighed and slowly began to walk in an even pace with him, strolling behind the other three. "So how about you come with us to Mercy Hospital? We'll get'cha evacuated and then we can say our good-byes."
"Mercy Hospital!" I shouted in a fit of half-rage. "THAT'S the place that has mercy in it!"
"Don't yell! You'll alert-"
A large roar cracked through the sky, and it wasn't from any thunder. It sounded inhumane and it sure as hell wasn't from one single thing. Gripping the handle of the pan, my eyes moved all around in fear and the other four turned and twisted, trying to find something that I just wasn't focused on.
"Thanks. Now we've got a Horde after us ya' little loud mouth-"
"Francis!" Quick to shut up, the tattoo'd male cocked his shotgun in my direction and held it steady. My heart began to race.
Was he going to shoot me! Oh my Gods I didn't mean to shout!
My eyes shut quickly and I ducked my hands over my head as I heard the sound of the gun fire...but wait...I was still alive. Holy shit. Opening my dark eyes slowly, I straightened and looked behind me to see a mangled body before taking a few steps away from it, my heels inaudible due to the faint noise of hungry yells.
"C'mon!" Three of them bolted forward down the alleyway, Francis cocking his shotgun again.
"You waiting for an engraved invitation? Go!" he growled down at me. Pursing my lips, I hurried after the three in a rush of dead fright.
But it was at that moment I realized how AWFUL it was to run in high heels. Turning the corner, I stumbled a few times, but pressed back off of the ground and continued after the three, the frying pan still glued to my hand. Behind me, I could hear the noise of the gun and shoes against concrete...I guess he was following me? I didn't wanna look behind me. In front of me, the other's were shooting at those things as they neared, leaving me to do nothing but keep up. Still, that was a challenge for me and I swear my heart stopped when I saw Francis bolt past me. Now I was in the back..what the fuck! Everybody knows in horror movies the person in back gets picked off first! Despite the fact this frightened me to the highest extent, I couldn't go any faster in the shoes I was wearing.
"Guys! Wait up..?" My demand was cut short when a cold appendage wrapped itself around my body and yanked me backwards, holding me off of the ground. I shrieked quietly as the tentacle-like thing tightened around my body, my breath shortening. Kicking my legs in a frantic attempt to get loose, I watched the other three continue forward without me.
"Heeeelp..!" It wasn't a very loud cry for help, but really...you yelling for help when something's trying to collapse your lungs. After a moment or two, I was completely convinced I was going to die right there...that is, until my body fell against the concrete.
"Ow..." I groaned between my coughs and gasps for breath. Beside me stood the black man and that girl, the male kneeling down to help me up, the other shooting at the things that raced towards us.
"On your feet. It's okay." he reassured me in a comforting tone.
"What the hell was that thing?" I asked dumbfounded, looking around in an attempt to locate it.
"It's okay. Zoey killed it." I paused. I didn't kill anything...actually, I was almost killed and I struggled to get free...but I didn't want to correct him...
"Well, what was it?" I asked when I finally pulled myself to stand, taking hold of my frying pan once more. I was forced into a light sprint (you can't really call it a sprint for me, but whatever) in the direction of the subway, the two at either of my side's.
"It's called a 'Smoker'. I'd say it's the least of your problems...but on account of how you're dressed, everything is your problem." The brunette told me in a straightforward voice, yet it didn't sound completely cruel. Blinking, I hurried after them down the steps, looking behind me every so often to make sure nothing was following me...or out to kill me...or both whichever came first.
"Come on come on!" Bill stood in front of a metal door. The other two raced inside and my eyes lit up in excitment. I was almost there!
And then something jumped on me. I dropped the pan and it's large hands covered my eyes as it dragged my backwards. All I could hear was my own yelling and its laughter.
"What the hell!" I shouted as it forced me back up what I assumed was the stairs...they felt like stairs.
"Jockey Jockey!" I heard someone yell and a gun fire a few times. Then I became more panicked.
"DON'T SHOOT AT IT!" I screamed, afraid I'd get hit. After turning in circles and stumbling over my feet, I was finally thrown against a car and the stupid thing hopped off and jumped away, leaving the car alarm to blare directly in my ears.
"Shit." Bill grumbled behind me with the other four, a disappointed look on his face. It wasn't a glare...but he didn't look pleased with me. Francis glared heavily, making sure I saw it, and the girl (she was still unnamed) just looked at me and sighed with a sort of 'why did you do that?' look. The only one that didn't look like they were mentally scolding me was the black gentleman, but I still felt uncomfortable and upset.
"We gotta go...now." the girl gestured back down the stairs as another loud, grouped scream ripped through the skies. The three turned around and I quickly followed at the sight of a massive crowd of monster things racing towards us. My heart skipped like, nine beats and I hurried in front of them, leaving my pan and running as quickly as I could into the little room, locating the restroom and shutting the door, sitting in the corner.
"Unbelievable." I heard from the other side, and then a metal door shutting.
"Come on we don't have much time!" the female exclaimed in a semi-frantic voice as I heard the moving of furniture and objects. Although I was curious, I still would rather hide in the corner than see what they were doing...After a long moment, the moving stopped and all I could hear was the beating of fists against the metal door. What if they got in! I'll sleep in the restroom tonight...
"Hey, kid. Get your ass out here." Bill demanded in a stern voice. I shook a little but got to my feet, hitting my head on the paper towel dispenser on the way up.
"Ow..." Rubbing my now bruised skulled, I opened the door and stepped out, only to find three out of the four giving me disproving looks.
"You alert the Horde. You set the car alarm off. And then you run at top speed to get to the safehouse and you hide in the bathroom." the girl clenched her teeth together in a rather aggatated manner. Frowning, I played with my sleeves.
"I didn't mean to..." Was my only come back to what she said in such a hateful tone. I didn't ever quite enjoy getting yelled at...and then I remembered I left my pan outside. Aw man.
"You're a danger to this group." Bill stated bluntly, not bothering to candy-coat anything at all. My eyebrows turned upward and I continued playing with my sleeves.
"But..." I began before the dark skinned male jumped in to save them from biting my head off.
"Look, guys. She's just a kid! She doesn't know any better." he began. I raised a brow and put my hand to my hip.
"Ex-cuse me?" I asked in an offended voice. He ignored me.
"Really. She probably hasn't even gotten to take in this entire outbreak, yet. Soon, she'll be frightened, depressed, and feeling alone. We can't abandon her." at this point, he sounded like he was pretty much assuming what I'd be like. Pff, jerk...
"Louis, I know it's tough to leave people...but she may not even be immune." the girl shrugged her shoulders a little, her voice softer.
"Zo, look at her." Louis (he has a name now!) moved aside and pointed to me. I looked at him and blinked before looking back at the others. Who did he want me to look at...? "She can't even be in college yet. She was going home to her apartment. We should at least give 'er a chance." Shit I would have never persuaded them like this. I would probably just cry and beg them to let me stay, but this was much better!
The others didn't look too happy...especially Francis. He scoffed and walked away, leaving the other two to decide. I stared at them with wide eyes, eyebrows upturned, hands clasped together.
"Please let me stay...?" I asked lightly before getting a sigh out of the elder gentleman. He said nothing and turned away, the brunette shrugging her shoulders.
"I guess...?" she looked back at Bill who didn't bother to make eye contact. I grinned widely and put my hands to my hips.
"Great! So what are we gunna do? We gunna shoot some of those zombies? We gunna bash their heads in with blunt objects or something?" My eyes lit up, waiting for a response of enthusiasm.
"No. We're going to sleep." Bill answered coldly, my expression dropping the slightest amount.
" Sleep...? Here?" I pointed to the ground, an uneasy look on my face. Despite the fact I lived in a small apartment building, I would never sleep on the cold concrete with people that looked like they pretty much wanted me dead. What if I woke up and they were gone? Nightmare waiting to happen.
"Or you can take watch. Just don't mess anything up." Francis pointed his finger at me before unrolling one of the sleeping bags that had been stored beneath the desk. I watched him, Bill, and that girl (what the fuck was her name!) get comfortable in their own little sleeping bags and I looked at Louis.
"Keep watch...? Does that mean I gotta sit up all night?" I questioned, watching him pull out the last sleeping bag. He nodded his head and looked up at me.
"Well, not all night. Just for a little while. Then you wake someone else up and they take watch. It's a cycle so we all get some sleep, and the safehouse doesn't go unwatched." he got back to his feet and held the sleeping bag out. "Here." Was all he said, a smile plastered on his face. I returned the smile with a small one of my own, and gently shoved it back.
"Nya. You can have it. I'm keepin' watch, remember?" I grinned and climbed up onto the table, struggling to find a comfortable sitting position. Louis' smile visibly softened and he unrolled the material and adjusted himself in it, releasing a semi-content sigh.
"Wake us if something strange happens." he informed me. I nodded my head a few times and hugged my knees to my chest, resting my chin atop of the joints.
"Okie dokie." I answered, staring at the metal door, an expression of pure determination locked onto my face.
Yet...after a while, something started to get to me. I still have no idea what it was, but everything started to just pile on and my determined face faded quickly. Tears formed in my dark eyes as I thought about how my mum was (probably) dead, and so were my friends, my animals, everybody I once knew. And now I was with four people, three of which prooobably wanted to get rid of me, one that was most likely stomaching my presence.
I certainly wasn't going to cry to their faces, why have them think worse of me? Biting my lip, I blinked away my tears, knowing now was not the time and place to be crying.
I had to be strong now. Even if it wasn't for myself.
I had to be strong for everybody that hadn't survived...bullshit.
I've never been much of a crier, but I'll tell you this: I sat in that saferoom and cried (as quietly as I could, mind you) until my throat hurt.
I feel like she met the Survivors too quickly, but this is also made to developing my writing.
As you can CLEARLY see, Bill and Francis don't like her right away, Zoey can take her or leave her, and Louis is just being nice.
If you haven't already figured it out, her personality in here is based off of my personality greatly. Plus, she's just starting out, she has no idea what to do, she wasn't prepared, etc.
Although, you'll see in the future that no matter how mean they are to her, she'll never not help them. That's how I am.
Yeah. She has emotions, too. I don't cry to people's faces, just when I'm alone.
Enjoy or don't. Whatever~
-Miss Soapy