Seduction of the Damned

Blast in the Past

1 Year Ago (Narrator's POV)

Victoria opened her eyes slowly, groaning under her breath. The evening sun filtered in through the blinds in her bedroom. She blinks a couple times trying to come to. "How long was I asleep?" She swings her legs over the bed, pulling a light sweater on before padding into the hallway. She had a pounding headache and she was starving.

She made her way slowly to the stairs, the heavy feeling of dread sits in her stomach as she recalls the last thing she remembers. Her Mom and Dad were watching the news, something about some new flu or whatever the guy had rambled on about. She had gone to bed early that night with a searing headache that she thought she could just sleep off.

As she makes her way downstairs, she notices the kitchen light is flickering and there is a god awful smell coming from the back room where the deep freezers were kept for Dad's hunting meat. As she rounds the corner, she stifles a sob. The fridge is wide open and the maggots are abundant. "What the FUCK is going on?!" She quickly turns away and walks into the living room. The TV still flickering away but all that's on is static. 

"Mom? Dad?" She calls out, her throat is so dry and her voice is raspy. She needed water, but she was not about to go into that kitchen. 

There's no response so she tries calling for her sisters.

"Liz? Elle?" Her voice bounces off the walls, the dread in her stomach becoming more apparent.
There's no answer.

Vikki rounds the corner into the dining room. As her eyes scan the room, the sight that lay in front of her causes her to vomit. Her mother and father are at the table right along with her two sisters. They look like something out of a zombie movie, their eyes dark and hollow, chunks of skin missing from their necks, arms, faces. Her dad's pistol was gripped tightly in her dad's hand, in each of their foreheads they had a hole dead center. Their brain matter was splattered over the walls, blood pooled on the floor and the smell, my god the fucking smell.

Between sobs, confusion and retching, Vikki whips herself around and runs outside. "This has to be a fucking dream, how did I not wake up??" 

As she makes her way outside, the orange glow of the sunset casts shadows on the ground from the trees. A chill sweeps over her body as she runs down the street, analyzing the houses and streets. 

Deserted, empty... Everyone was gone. Or dead. Or turned unto whatever the fuck her family had been.
Sobs racked her body as she stumbled down to the corner store. As sick as she felt from what she just witnessed, she knew she needed water, food, somewhere safe for the night. She couldn't bring herself to stay in the house even though she'd been left alone there for this long.

She quickly looks around, her eyes darting back and forth, searching for any signs that anyone was left alive. She pulls the door open, her skin prickling in anticipation as she makes her way to the back of the store where the waters were kept. 
Her stomach drops when she sees that all of the waters were taken. She looks around, realizing that most everything was claimed. The power had been off so the fridge foods were off limits. She spies a small sleeve of crackers which she pounces on and rips it open, fumbling to grab them before they fall on the floor. 

After finishing the stale crackers, she scans the aisles for a flashlight or something that will help her see in the dark. She finds some industrial glow sticks stuffed in the back behind some toilet paper. It'll have to do for now. The sun is sinking fast as she crawls into a corner, pulling her knees up to her chin. She somehow manages to fall asleep for who knows how long. 

When she opens her eyes she has no idea where she is, but is sure as shit ain't where she fell asleep....