Ambulate: Season One

"Subsequent"

Episode
Seven:

I used to think the worst thing in my life was to end up alone. Damn, how fucking stupid I was. Being alone ain't that bad unless you got yourself to blame. Ever since, Adam... Ever since his absence I've been on my own ever since.

I didn't choose the lonely road, I just happened to walk unknowingly. Though I can't blame myself for trying to make friends. Haven't had an ounce of luck finding decent survivors to work with.

What's that saying "Beware the jester. For he may perform the role of a fool, but can slit your throat if you let him close." Sadly, my stupidity and indulgence got my supplies stolen when I wasn't looking. While others assume I'm just a pretty face who can't fend for herself.

Well, as for my stolen supplies I eventually got them back, and for those who took me for a pretty face who believed I'm all talk, no walk. I kill them horribly with my trusty sidekick who goes by the name of Agony.

When I'm not out hunting for supplies I sharpen my baby every-fucking-day. My Agony became a bad tendency, but mommies gotta make sure he's sharp enough to slice any who stands in my Goddamn way in fucking half. I know it's pathetic to make an object for a friend.

Sounds pretty fucking pathetic and crazy when thinking about it, but it's better than making friends with shitheads. This journey of lonesomeness not only built me more skillfully around lurkers and the living. It completely turned me into a sociopathic trigger happy bitch.

Earlier today as I was driving back to my base I passed by a cathedral. I kept driving until I had this sudden urge to stop. Why did I stop the fucking car? Maybe I don't feel okay... Maybe I'm just tired of always feeling alone. Maybe some divine time will help me feel more at ease. With both my hands on the knobs of the double doors I had this sort of energy, not the good kind. A cold chill suddenly causes the hairs of my arms to stand up.

Was I afraid? Too afraid to enter such holy Kirk or was it excitement? When there's no place for lost spirits in the world this place is where a spirit can call home... Why the hell did I stop? I should've kept driving and not come at all. When I opened the chapel doors a horrible stench released out into the air, tinkling my nose where I stood in front of the door gagging in disgust.

With burning eyes, I covered my nose with the crook of my elbow and entered. Inside seating on the pews were dozens of dead corpses dressed in black and hanging above them were dozens more dangling in the air. Graffiti painted on every wall and sculpture that read "I heard her voice from the temple, and by the heavens she came before me." Another read "My lady shaman we are your sickle." And the last one read "My lady covets an army and all pledged to set out to purvey."

Everywhere I looked, everywhere I turned, the walls were all repeated by the same damn fucking nonsense. I just have to district my mind from all the fucking craziness and so with a consumed mind I turned on the radio, leaned back in my chair, and placed my feet against the table. Singing along with lyrics of the song before calling it a day.

[Music playing on the radio]
Female Hook:

"I am a wolf running forever wild, home to the woodland grove running bare free with a glowing smile. I don't give bear shits on what society thinks of me. I'm doing everything I can to live a golden year without anyone sickening me. Let there be light and live without worry because life happens so fast and will eventually end early. I am a wolf running forever wild home to the woodland grove running bare free with a glowing smile."

A smooth trap beat began playing, then the piano, and lastly the drum for a smooth melodic hook. Altogether forming a beautiful instrumental. I began moving my head motionlessly to the rhythm of the beat. With the weight of the world lifting off my shoulders, I got up from my chair and started dancing with my eyes closed, imagining a place far from here.

I never was much of a dancer, especially back before the world went complete batshit. Not that it wasn't before, but can't compare to how it is now. I never realized how something so deliberately overlooked can bring a sense of euphoria. I guess the saying is true "Cherish the small moment's that life bestows that often goes Inconspicuous." Despite all happening's I still believe there can be some joy outta this new existence.

Just when life felt tender and sweet the radio began to static and the room above me made a sudden rhythmic creaking as if someone was walking heavily upstairs. I grabbed my gun off the table and went upstairs to investigate the noise. Once upstairs I turned left down the hall, entered the main bedroom, and found the room clear. Nothing out of the ordinary or misplaced.

Whatever made the noise must've been a rat or raccoon. Lucky me now I have something to eat for later. I returned back to my gun room in hopes of fixing the radio. I smacked it a couple of times, but this piece of old shit wouldn't work.

Elizabeth: AHHH, FUCK YOU!

In total frustration I tossed the damn thing across the room, shattering it to half plastic pieces. I then ran my fingers through my hair pulling my hair back, exhaling in and out trying to calm myself down. Totally stressed, a soft humming was heard. Quiet, I stood with my head turned facing the wide-opened door. I grabbed my gun and stepped out of the room.

As I glanced at the hall I noticed the woman's eerie hum was coming from upstairs. Hesitant I stood looking up the stairs, and with a deep breather I slowly climbed up the stairs. When I got to the second floor there I saw a woman dressed in black with a vail dark as her dress. Sitting on the hall floor with her arms wrapped around her legs continuously humming that strange yet eerie tone.

Elizabeth: Who the fuck are you?

She stops humming and slowly turns her head over to me.

Abigail: Such history this place has over me.

Elizabeth: YOU NEED TO GET FUCK OUTTA HERE! The place is already occupied by me and my crew!

Abigail: I'm sorry for having caused such antipathy. For I am a stranger who happens to unknowingly sojourn with you in your demesne, never oblige him nor her wrong. You shall treat the stranger who sojourns with you as bread to the bone, for you are also a stranger to my cornea. The stranger who resides with you is named Abigail Rose. What's yours?

Elizabeth: Don't push my patience with your biblical bullshit you creepy fucking bitch! LEAVE NOW!

Abigail: In acts of iniquity will be thrown down in his trouble, but the messenger who's fallen into diversity, but a faithful envoy who brings healing, will have refuge even in the threat of death. Forgive us our trespasses, as I don't forgive those who trespass against me.

Elizabeth: Great! (Cocks the hammer back) I too ain't so fucking forgiving.

Abigail: I know I am a messenger of God, and the new world lies in the doers of evil. I yield. For we will abdicate from this place.

Elizabeth: Wait, what do you mean when you say "We."

Abigail: Oh Child of sin, you didn't expect me to come alone now did you.

All of sudden I had this sudden sense of someone standing behind me. Before I could pull the trigger I felt a needle tearing a hole inside my neck. I was beginning to feel disoriented. Motions of blur were beginning to weaken me.

Everything started to slowly dim. My eyes were beginning to close on me. I fought hard to keep them open. My last flare of sight was her standing over me, and before submerging into darkness she tells me.

Abigail: From my distress I called upon my saviour; he answered and coordinated me to you. By your words you will be justified, and by your actions you will be condemned.