RUN, YOU IDIOT, RUN.
Andrew's last words echoed in her mind as she sprinted, panting heavily of both fear and exhaustion, sweat dripping off her face like droplets on a car's windshield, blown back by the wind, her hair trailing off. Turning her head back, she watched as the mellow light of fire, escaping from the open door, faded off, merging with the night's crimson red atmosphere. The bleeding moon drenching the entire world in blood. Zombies, Blood Zombies, and all the abominations of the night chased after her, demanding for more blood.
However, turning back to the front, she came face to face with an eyeball, bloodshot, capillaries pulsing around its pupil as veins trailed behind it. Time seemed to slow down as her life flashed before her eyes. Unable to avoid the hurtling eyeball, it pierced through her right eye, shattering her glasses, digging into her skull as it dug out her brain like a bullet, penetrating through her entire head as it flew out from behind with a burst of blood, flying back into the sky, shards of glass embedding into her from her broken glasses.
Homura felt a sharp "TING" in her head, her vision distorted, shaking as she fell onto the ground, a massive uncontrollable headache penetrated into what was left of her mind. Lying on her side, she hugged her legs, tears of agony flowed out, a cry of suffering resonating through the area as she raised her trembling hand to her wound, only to find nothing but air at where parts of her head used to be, half of her vision was also gone, seeing nothing but pitch black to her right.
Squashing a desire to vomit as she watched the zombies rapidly catch up to her, the flying eye returning for a second round, she quickly stood up and continued to run with her dear life, her entire body trembling from the shock and pain as she clumsily took step after step. Battering away any or monsters she came across in a desperate frenzy.
I need to hide.
Covering the gaping hole in her head uselessly with her hand, she frantically looked left and right as she ran, searching for something, anything, that she could hide in. And amidst the blood-dyed moonlight, she could faintly make out the shape of a cave.
That's it!
Hope dawned on her as her shoes skidded to a stop and like an athlete, her leg arched down and launched herself towards the cave. Now with newfound hope, she sprinted forth, closing the distance between her and the light of salvation.
Suddenly, she felt a tug on her leg. Something had grabbed it, as she lost all the acceleration in her body, she came crashing down, faceplanting onto the grass. Horrified and dazed, still seeing double, she turned her face back.
A mass of blood, dripping from the zombie's body, covering all its features except its dead, rotting eyes and gaping mouth, the bloodied but unthinkably strong arm firmly gripping her leg, ruining her stockings, tainting it with its filthy blood as it laid on the ground.
No. No. No. No. Not now.
"Let go!", Homura pleaded uselessly, smacking it with her golf club, doing little to no damage as countless other zombies rushed towards her.
Seeing that she now, has no choice, she letting go of her golf club, she reached into the pocket dimension, and took out the copper axe. Spontaneously chopping off her leg as she screamed in even more pain, like bolts of lightning traveling up her leg.
But she had no time to well up and cry, no time to check her wounds, she had to run, she had to hide, lest she suffer more. Throwing the axe back in, she picked up her golf club, using it as support and dragged her badly damaged body into the cave. A trail of blood, like a river, flowed from behind.
How long have I been here?
Don't know.
Am I gonna die?
No, I won't.
It hurts.
I know.
Homura, taking off her half-shattered glasses, touching her forehead, caked in dry blood, half her hair now dyed as red as Kyoko's hair. Watching the shards of blood-stained glass on the ground she had to pull out from her brain, she almost vomited again, remembering the agony she had to go through. Looking at her previously severed leg, now fully grown back, she moved it slightly, checking to see if it was fine. The stocking was now cleanly severed, blood staining the edges, her shoe missing.
Mentally and physically exhausted, she laid back onto the wooden walls of this house amidst the blinding darkness, a house she found as she stumbled deeper into the cave, abandoned. She could barely see anything, her source of light mainly coming from her own soul gem. Lifting her left hand up, trembling, she watched the amethyst accessory, half of it was consumed by an eerie darkness, swirling around it like water, as if trying to drown it. Cobwebs decorated the walls and corner of the wooden house, she could barely make out some furniture at the centre of the room, but she was too tired to care. The adrenaline slowly flushing out of her blood vessels as her heart steadied. Staring at the dark wooden ceiling, she only had one thought.
I want to go home.
I want to see her.
I miss... everything.
With this, she fell into a deep slumber.
"NOOOOO CRAZY DAVE STOP PLANTING WALNUTS AT THE BACK OF THE LAWN!!!! IS THERE NO BRAIN UNDER THAT PAN?!", screamed Homura as she flashed her eyes open, jumping out from her sleeping position.
"...That was... horrifying...", muttered Homura, putting a hand on her horrified face as she panted. Looking around, the tiny room pitch black, she quickly reached into her pocket dimension, taking out a spare torch.
Instantly, the whole room was bathed in a bright light. Bringing light to the things within the house. A rickety old table sat there, clearly unused for a long time, it's only companions the webs that stick to it. A trail of blood painted the floor, seeped into the wood as it dried up and darkened. However, there was one object in the house that stood out the most, a short distance away from the table lay a chest, glistening a colour of pure gold.
Intrigued, she carefully approached it, curiously looking at the thing. Looking left and right, checking her surroundings again, she carefully opened the chest, bending down to take a peek inside.
Inside were an assortment of all sorts of items, a bottle containing some special gas, torches, arrows, bottles of liquid and even bombs, which Homura was quite shocked to see.
B-bombs?! Is this guy some sort of terrorist?! Homura thought, carefully taking out one. It was large, like a bowling ball, completely covered in black, a tiny fuse sticking out of it.
Better keep these, I guess. Said Homura's monologue as she threw them into her pocket dimension. Flinging them into the air, as a portal gobbled them up. Now that the bombs were cleared, she gazed at the rest of the items, wondering if she should take them too.
Well, I guess no one would mind if I stole a terrorist's stuff anyway. She thought to herself, flinging the rest of her items into her pocket dimension. Then down came to the last item, the strange bottle with gas inside it. Lifting it up like a scientist inspecting a test tube, she watched as the strange white gas swirled around in it, like the fluffy clouds she saw tumbling in the sky. Strangely, the gas never escaped the bottle, no matter if it was flipped outside down or not. It was almost like... magic. On cue, she felt her soul gem resonate with the item, as if it was establishing a connection with it.
Whatever this is, it's important. Homura said to herself internally, and without much thought, decided to hang it next to her thigh. It somehow fit perfectly, clipping onto her stockings with a sturdy ease.
Now, with an empty chest, she stared at the door, the handle bloodied, the path of blood traveling beyond. Stepping outside, her high heels, landing on the solid rocky floor with a clack as her other bare foot landed softly, without a sound. The blood travelled upwards, and beyond, exiting the cave, curving beside the gaping hole of darkness, leading deeper into the cave. She must've gone pretty deep into this cave if the zombies didn't pursue her until here, she thought, but that means she can't go up, unable to know whether it's day or night, whether those abominations were still roaming around, waiting for their next prey. Remembering what she went through, never, would she surface again.
Now, the two options were to either to sit in the cabin, waiting for night to be over, or to risk her life again, plundering deep into the cave, facing the unknown dangers that lurk below the surface. Usually, she would've just sat in the corner of the house, waiting until she felt night was over, however, that one thought was still resonating in her mind, filling the void of her empty memories.
I want to find her. I need to find her, and in order to do that, I need to get stronger. So, people won't need to sacrifice themselves for myself anymore, for anyone, for I will get stronger.
With this, she brandished her golf club, materialising it out of thin air as she held up her torch. And with a determined expression, steeling her gaze, she leapt into the hole, falling deeper and deeper into the caverns.