Jarida Drabbles

Zombies in Berk

It was difficult to hide with such a large amount of hair that stuck out in all different directions, and thats why Merida constantly tried to trim anything that didn't fit into a fitted bun. Since then, she cut it herself, and left it long enough so that she could tie it back, but the vibrancy in the color was inevitable. She didn't blend into the green hue of the trees, unless you happened to be colorblind to red ad green. However, chances were, not all zombies were color blind, so she had to learn to avoid peripheral vision at all times.

However, today, she was unable to do so.

She sat in the drivers seat of the old Toyota, behind her a rotten body with her knife sticking out of the top of its head. She had been out by herself for so long that she no longer perceived the motionless body looking at her through the mirror as dangerous, but relieving. She could no longer smell the scent of death, as if it were the scent of her own home. She thought she could live just a little while longer than this, but the bodies scratching and pounding against her window reminded her that this was it. She'd tried to hot wire the car, but it failed miserably because she didn't actually know how to do so to begin with. Even so, the Toyota was parked right in the center f the 4 way road, surrounded by other cars that no longer belonged to anyone, and probably wouldn't move for the rest of her life. Especially under her current circumstance.

She didn't know how long it had been since she had first got into the car. Maybe 3 hours? Maybe 5 minutes? However long it was, she knew she was done crying, contemplating, and thinking. There was no goodbyes, there were no wills, there was nothing that she could do about death and no one to miss her. Life was purely survival, now. And sometimes, you died.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. She jolted from her position, realizing she had fallen asleep, and opened her mouth to scream.

"Shh!" The hand now covered her mouth, her eyes now wide with fear, that an actual living person awaited her instead. Was she dreaming? Dead? Who knew, really. His hair was so white for such a young boy, maybe she was dead, and she was being held by a fellow ghost.

She snapped out of that, and , by instinct, smacked his hand away. In a soft voice, she whispered, "what happened? Who are you?" The ghost boy simply rolled his eyes, she held in her urge to argue upon the realization that he was trying to save her.

Suddenly. she realized the stillness that wandered through the air. There were no clawing noises against the window. She stepped out of the car and into a pool of bodies, and she connected the dots, finally.

"We gotta go," said the white haired boy. "You're already attracting attention." He looked over the car, examining the area. Few heads were already turned around and he swiftly ducked behind the car, pulling me down a little.

she slowly sat up, aware that the car would shift slightly a she got up, and allowed him to slam herself closer to the ground as she emerged.

The boys eyes scanned the area one last time, and turned to her. "Follow me."

He took her hand and she felt suddenly embarrassed by it. Reverting slightly back to her old habits, she didn't care much about the attention from boys. Holding the hand of a cute one made her slightly anxious. He looked a lot cleaner than she was, but she was sure he'd understand why.

He led her into the nearest door, partially blocked by a messy stack of boxes right at the center, pushed about a foot in front of it. He opened on of the metal doors and slid through the foot of space. Merida found this unfair that a boy with such a small hip span could fit and she had to turn her body to fit into the crevices.

There, he led her to a dark room, where she had lost him. She listened carefully for movement, that boy was awfully quiet, possibly un-moving.

She felt a light jab at her side and, startled, turned to the object. Few cracks in high windows provided her with enough light to make out the object as a large and smoothly crafted staff. About 8 feet away, it was held by the boy, who motioned her to follow him.