Element 115

Tragic Fate

You had forgotten how long it had been since zombies enveloped your world like the Black Plague.

It was an "all hands on deck" kind of life now, thankful for the overprotective father you had been forced to live with a good chunk of your life. Shells of ammunition chimed on the ground as you huffed, tired and distressed by the increasing amounts of zombies beelining to eat at your flesh. You were running low on ammo as you dug into your bag to pull out your emergency duel pistols.

Emptying your magazines into the oncoming, you inch your way into what seemed like a power facility, crackling blue over steel bars and wires around you. It just had to be a power plant, didn't it? Doing your best to navigate and kill zombies, your found yourself between sparking electricity and an incoming horde of zombies, all with only a very limited amount of ammunition.

You had heard the tales of being nearly eaten alive by zombies, escaping their deaths by killing themselves to not feel the tearing and ripping flesh being bitten and shred off their bodies. You had seen how animalistic these zombies could be to humans, along with their already mangled forms either having been turned themselves or just rotting away to turn into zombies. You had seen a man be bitten once, turning in a matter of hours as his flesh peeled like an orange's skin and he went ballistic to eat at your previous group's flesh.

They had all been taken from you—your best friend, your siblings, your parents, your family pet. This world had fucked you over royally, along with several others whom had perished either in the war or during this outbreak. You were sad, upset, angry; but that wouldn't help you survive one bit. You had a decision to make—either die by the hands of zombies, or die by electrocution. You didn't know how much electrocution would hurt compared to being eaten alive (since you don't consider being shocked by rubbing your hands on carpet and then touching anyone else being a good example), but it seemed quicker than being eaten for however long it would take.

"Take me somewhere I can be safe," You mutter to yourself with tears in your eyes, as your hands near the electrodes sparking on their large, rigid rods. A whisper caught your ear as you held your gun tightly, your hand making contact with the sparking metal as the small female voice struck through you just as fast as the electricity.

"I think I'll play with you a little bit longer..."

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The sound of the teleporter crackling to life made Edward perk up—he knew something wasn't right, which means that something had interfered with the teleporter's magnetic field so much that it was pulling something through.

"I thought zat damn thing vas broken!" Lifting his pistol from his waist, he shot a hole in a metal pan as it woke his "comrades" from their naps with unhappy groans. 

"Before the three of you even dare open your mouths to complain, the teleporter activated on its own. We must go see what's come through it," He orders, curious but hard set on finding out what had managed to tinker with his beloved machine.

Rounding the corner, his greenish-blue eyes caught a figure on the stage, staggering on their legs as a gun clunks to the ground beside it. It's too dark to see but bright enough with the sparking teleporter and the beams of light streaming through cracked wood. For a second, he sees rather long hair and eyes as the figure tumbles to the ground beside the fallen weapon, rather hard for the loud thump! that followed.

"What is it, Doctor?" Takeo's soft voice speaks from beside him as he inches to the fallen figure. With the rest of his comrades in tow, they find that the mystery figure was actually a woman, seemingly wounded by the teleporters' electric output as blood trickled down her head and black covered her clothes.