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CW: Discussions of alcoholism and trauma, discussions of rioting and mass violence, murder. The chaos is already beginning this chapter. It's very hard to write the start of a zombie apocalypse, because most movies will start you right in the middle when everything has already gone to shit. I wanted to try and visualize what the world would look like as it fell apart - thankfully, we now have the pandemic as a kind of model for how shit would go down. 🙃
Once again, Romanian dialogue will be in italics instead of me doing a horrible google translate for a whole conversation.
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"And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts And I looked, and behold a pale horse And his name that sat on him was death And hell followed with him" - Johnny Cash, "When the Man Comes Around"
She wakes up on the couch. Her gun is still on the coffee table, the magazine resting beside it.
There's a bottle of cheap vodka beside it that she found in the back of her cupboard.
Reilly sits up, her head ringing. She grabs her phone and sees a news notification pop up.
CIVIL UNREST ROCKS EUROPE
She frowns.
"What the fuck?" She whispers.
Reilly clicks the article and scrolls through it, reaching for the vodka on the table. She flicks the cap off with expert precision with her thumb and takes a big swig.
Reports of rioting, civil unrest, and murders are popping up in small towns across the UK, Ireland, Russia, and France. Details remain murky surrounding the origins of the attacks, but police officers and military officials in all three countries have been instructed to stay on high alert as they continue to monitor the violence.
It is suspected that some of the riots have to do with discussions around those fleeing destruction and violence from Sokovia, but there has been no official confirmation at this time.
Story still developing.
Reilly checks Twitter, but there's little to no news. She also doesn't really know what she's searching for. A couple of people in the UK pop up talking about "crackheads" and "crazy people" in their neighbourhoods, but it's nothing out of the ordinary. There's also ranting about immigrants, which makes Reilly bare her teeth and a snarl rumbles in the back of her throat.
"Walk in front of a bus, you fucking racists," she mutters.
She texts Jake and sends him a link to the article.
