I sat here in this damp dark basement it smelt of mold and sugar which is weird cause it's a basement. But I knew why it smelt of sugar . There lye me a kinda short 15 year old girl chained to the wall . Weird right I know but here's how this happened.
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I was walking to the bus stop on a cold October morning. When this man who for a younger looking guy was missing a bit of hair, came up and. Kinda scratched me and it drew blood at first it kinda hurt. But then it felt weird almost like a burning sensation started on my arm. I went to school like normal meeting my friend Timmy or Tim. A lot of people called him Billy because he eats and chews things like cans and plastic bottles a habit he's had since he was young . Anyway I said hi and we went are separate ways after leaving to go to class. During class I started to feel worse almost my head hurt and I felt....numb. Anyways during class I started to throw up almost profusely into the trash can in the corner. For this very reason was the reason I was sent to the office by Miss Johnson. She was like " Sallyerson Jay go to the office please you're creeping out the other students!" And I said ok and picked up the trash can and walked up to the office, trash can in my clutches . I said hello to the office lady and asked her to call my mom cause I threw up and all that jazz . She dialed her up told my mom what had happened and then she told me my mom was on the way . I sat in those oddly comfy chairs that they had. Staring at the clock.After a few minutes of silence went by followed by short bursts of vomiting . My mom showed up with her long black hair tied up in a messy bun, her dark green eyes looked tired the bags under her eyes confirmed the I just woke up look. Smiling at her with my drowsy sick smile I mustered a " hi mom." She waved and said go out to the car in a tired mom voice. I got up and began walking back to the car, getting about halfway down the hallway before running to the trash can down the hall. Puking for about the 10th time today wondering why the fuck my body still had food in it was a thought that pasted me quite a lot in the last 15 minutes.
I managed to make it to the car without vomiting again score. I sat with the car door open looking around the car. The stearing wheel was worn and had tiny rips in it , a small amount of money was in the little sun shader things on the roof along with photos and other various things like CDs and my dads goggles that he uses for work. The seats had various stains and other spots from different things over the two years we've had this car. I started to zone out before my mom came out of the school obviously tired and grumpy. She sat in the driver's seat and started up the car. The rumble felt homey and comfortable making the car warm separating it from October's cold air. The car radio began blasting some bad pop song, before my mom changed it to the talk show channel, she always tries to when the tickets or prizes that are given away it never happens though she always forgets or just flat out can't contact them. We start heading home I lean my head on the window. And start drifting off to sleep.
When I awake a see an unamused mother and vomit on my clothes. I forgot rule 1 of passing out sick in a car....don't. "The good thing" my mother states "is that it didn't get on the car" she says pointing at my vomit covered clothes then at the clean car. I roll my eyes then say in a gravely voice pointing at my vomit covered hoodie" buut mooom this is my favourite hoodie " She cringes at the clothing article before saying to throw it in the washer. I say ok the rip off the hoodie or well not rip I just take it off and then start walking to Landry room. That's when my legs began to feel like jello and I began wobbling in stead of walking and I...just.....started......to...........slowly................blackout.
I woke up in my bed wearing different comfy pants. I tried to get up but my head was pounding, and everything hurt so I just layed there . And stared at the ceiling for a bit. A little bit of time goes by and my mom comes in I say hi but it comes out ruff and it hurts my throat. So my mom walks over to me and lifts my head a bit lifting the pillow with my head leaning the pillow against the headboard and, setting my head down on top. She gives me some water and a few crackers to eat cause she doesn't want to upset my stomach. " You are definitely not going to school for a few days " she says rubbing my head softly " I know" I say wincing at the burning sensation in my throat . I look at my arm my mom wrapped bandages around it , Small amounts of blood dotted the surface. I lifted my hand shaky and poked at the bandages . My mom goes "ah-ah-ah" and moves my hand a way . "I'm gonna sleep some more" I say I feel more tired then normal which is strange cause I like to play games and play on my keyboard when I'm sick cause I get bored easily...but this feels almost strange in a way like I've been drained of my motivation. My mom stares at me she looks worried but she says alright and that's she's gonna keep an eye on me. Then I start to slowly drift to sleep again.
When I awoke I heard voices ( bold is dad italics is mom ) " you know she has the virus " says a voice. " I know but she is our daughter!" The other voice seemed to be pleading with the other almost crying it sounded like ." Listen I know I love her too but this is for the best " " I want to protect her. " The other voice seemed sempethetic to the other. " I can't believe where doing this. " The other voice began sobbing after saying this, and I drifted back to sleep.
When I woke up I was met with my mom crying next to me . " Mom?" My voice sounded like it went through a cheese grater I was horrible beyond repair. My mom's head shot up in terror she began speaking through sobs. " Baby...baby I'm sorry we..e had to...to do this" she was crying into my shirt . " What's...what's going on. " She was carrying me to the basement " Ba..by listen t-to me ok? I'm putting you down her because you have a deadly virus ok?" I nodded " that when you die you will try to.......hurt people ok?" I was crying to now she hugged my tight when we reached the bottom of the basement . She flicked the light on and I was meet with chains and a gas mask. My mom told me if I could to crawl to the chains and she would putt them on " o-ok " I crawled my way over and sat down and my mom began lock me in and then she put the gas mask on my face. " What's this for" I said my voice still sounded terrible " I gonna feed you with this ok also I'm gonna give you water with it ok?" I nod she hugs me one last time " I love you baby I will see you tonight for dinner." She said I love you one last time before leaving me for ever .
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Hey guys ! :D nice to meet you anyways I hope you enjoy this story and you want me to make more ! I've had this idea for quite awhile and it took a bit to make it come true the whole between universes thing will happen soon!Stay tuned ;D
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ZABU ( zombie.apocalypse.between.universes)
General FictionIn a world where a wormhole opens to 3 different universes . 9 people have to adapt to living after a terrible deasese ( I cant spell hahaha) overtakes there town . Will they survive . Who knows I don't .