нєнє, α ℓιттℓє ѕυρяιѕє fσя уσυ αℓℓ! єνєяутнιиg'ѕ ρяєтту ρєα¢ну ιи му ℓιfє яιgнт иσω, ѕσ нєяє'ѕ αиσтнєя ¢нαρтєя ιи "тнє ѕιℓєи¢є тнαт fσℓℓσωѕ"! ℓσνє уα'ℓℓ! σн αи∂ ι ℓσσкє∂ вα¢к σи тнє σтнєя ¢нαρтєяѕ αи∂∂∂ ѕιℓℓу мє! ι ¢нαиgє∂ тнє νιєω. fяσм ρяєѕєит тσ ραѕт. ѕσ ѕσяяу! ι нσρє уσυ ¢αи αℓℓ ¢σитιиυє тσ яєα∂ ωιтн иσт тнαт мυ¢н ¢σиfυѕισи. αℓѕσ иσ мσяє ℓєттιиg мє нσℓ∂ уσυ вα¢к fяσм тнє ѕтσяу! єиʝσу! ιт ѕυяє ιѕ gσσ∂ тσ вє вα¢к.
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I lay in a coffin, I can't feel anything and my mind feels foggy. I blink. Where am I? My eyes dart towards the door and I watch as a shadow grows closer. The being whistles a tune, not one I'm familiar with and not one I particulary wish I was familiar with. The tune's pitch rises and falls at random places and gives it a creepy sound, making my heart speed up. I sit up, try to really, only to fall back. I look over and my hands are in handcuffs attached to the coffin's sides. I pull harder, freaking out, as the shadow stops outside the door. They have stopped whistling and rattle the door forcefully, making me try even harder to get out of the handcuffs and them in turn laughing. My efforts seem futile and I grow tired after a while. Please tell me they don't mean me harm and this is somehow just a practical joke. I repeat that in my head a couple times until... I hear a moan.
The shadow person pushes a silencer in, a leash around their neck. It's biting and snapping at me, straining the leash and making so many loud noises that my ears feel like they'll bleed. Then, I sit up so fast in bed I forget momentarily what just happened. My eyes tear up and I put my head in my hands, not sobbing or making any noises. The tears just stream down my face and I sit there, wanting the night to go away and someone to comfort me. If only my friends or my family were living. Just a hug, from even my mom would help a bit. I lay back down eventually and keep my eyes open, wanting to close them, but too scared to.
A knock wakes me from my accidental slumber. I had been planning to stay awake the rest of the night, but maybe that was a silly plan. I was too tired to stay awake, eyes roaming the room the whole night for an intruder that could just pop out of thin air. "Wake up, Lita! I've got a job for you." Ah, Tom. I stretched and got up, opening the door. "Hey, what is it?" Tom looked at me with a grin. "We're gonna go look for supplies. Let's see what you can do."I grinned, as well. Right, time to show Tom what I'm capable of. I only hope no one dies and nothing bad happens there.
Meanwhile, Dr. Johnson is only ten minutes away, scouring the woods with his men. He is not aware how close he is and Lita is not aware either. No one in the whole world is aware what will happen next. We'll just have to see, won't we?
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The Silence That Follows
ActionThe outbreak happened three years prior, and Lita North has survived since then on her own. The outbreak caused dead people to rise up and eat people. Whatever is left becomes a zombie. The world is soon ravaged by the dead and all hope seems lost...
