Wednesday, October 9, 2013
gwenyth's tale..
It was quiet today as the sun slowly crept its way to the center of the sky. Twelve noon. Only the sound of shuffling feet and few birds flying around could be heard. It was probably the first time that they'd come out since everything had gone to hell. Living in this place the first thing you learn is to never trust the government and its scientists. They like toying with other peoples lives so long as they get a good pay check. Denver, Colorado was no exception to the rule. The people at Waverly & Co. had come up with a way to finally rid the human race of AIDS. They believed that their miracle drug, Dianysis, could cure anyone of AIDS for as long as they continued usage. Not to mention that the drug helped build up peoples immune systems to unbelievable heights. For the first seven months after the drug was given out on the streets everything seemed to go quite well. Those who had suffered for years and years finally knew what it was like to go back to being an average everyday person. Dianysis gave them the ability to live their lives as they had always wanted to before they were diagnosed. Doctor Richard Waverly had found a way to play god. But even if the greater population of America's youth refused to believe in the “man above,” mother nature was about to show them what happens to those who open that certain can of worms.
It was now 12:35pm in the Dillinger house hold and Everett Dillinger was setting the garbage cans out towards the road. He didn't even notice the fact that his wife, Maggie, had changed a little in the past few days or so. After she'd started taking Dianysis everything had finally began to work in the house hold. Her skin had started sprouting odd patches of gray here and there. She'd get tired often and Everett would once again have to explain to his daughters that they'd have to give up their privileges and come back home to help him out with their mother. But even with both Tessa and Gwenyth back at the house things still didn't improve. Her condition had only gotten worse. As a husband and father, all he could do was make his wife's last days as comfortable as possible. He could see her getting weaker and had already prepared himself to say goodbye. Yet nothing could prepare Everett for what happened next. Just as he pulled the recycling bin out to the front of the road a scream ripped through the house. With its high soprano he easily picked it out as Tessa. Without a moment to lose he raced into the house only to find Maggie, affectionate mother of his children and caring wife, with her face buried in his daughters neck. What was a father to do?
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Gwenyth Dillinger had always been the only daughter of the Dillinger two who had actually been able to play the role of both caretaker and son. She'd often gone to the shooting range with her father and even helped him when it came to hunting season. The girl even had her own collection of guns. At 21 she was in her last year of college and preparing to follow in her fathers foot steps and become a marshall. But she had to put that all on hold for a few months while she helped her father care for her sick mother. Being the realist that she was Gwen had expected that stupid drug to fail out on them but she'd let her father have his false sense of hope in it. When Maggie started to get worse Gwen had to fight the urge to tell her father “I told you so.” She simply let things flow as they would and waited for her mother to die. But even years of waiting to walk into her parents bedroom to find her mother without a pulse hadn't prepared her for what was down stairs. Tessa's scream had startled her from her sleep so much so that she fell off of her bed. Her mind couldn't make sense of it all. What on Earth would make her older sister scream that way? Without even thinking about it, Gwen slipped a hand under her pillow to pull her last Christmas present out from under it. The Kimber fit nicely in her small hands as she slowly stood and headed towards the stairs.
The only sounds to be heard below were the snapping of teeth and the wet sound of ripping flesh. Gwen stopped at the bottom of the stairway to find the front door open. Outside there were people running this way and that but it didn't make sense. What the fuck was going on?! She rounded the stairs and with her gun aimed finally entered the living room where it seemed the real horror had unfolded. Tessa with her lithe figure lay motionless, eyes staring blindly at the roof, in a puddle of her own blood. “Tess?” Gwen murmured weakly as she took it all in. But she couldn't simply kneel near her sister just yet. She needed to find her parents first. It wasn't hard to find Maggie either. Once Gwen moved towards the couch she could see the top of her mothers head bobbing up and down as if she were trying to pull something with her teeth. “Mom?” No answer. “Mom whats going on and wheres Da-” As soon as Gwen moved to where she could see her mother she found her father. His six foot frame was curled in upon itself like a fetus. He was still breathing while her mother pulled pieces of his innards into her mouth. The first few tears started to well up in Gwen's eyes as she took it all in. How could this have happened? How could she have let this happen? While Gwen tried to pull it all together her mother finally looked up. The look in her eyes was completely feral like Maggie wasn't in there at all. Her mother's once blue eyes were now glazed over with a thick film of white. She stood with a piece of her husband in one hand and slowly crept toward Gwen.
“Stay back Mom.” Gwenyth's voice was barely a whisper as she continued, “I don't want to shoot you... please.” But all of her pleading was in vain. The creature that was now her mother made a lunge at her but Gwen was faster than that. Automatically she let off a round right into her mothers head. Terrified with both herself and the scene that was going on she ran from the living room with her gun in a death grip. More of those things were making their way into her house just as she was almost near the top of the stairs. These didn't hesitate like her mother. They ran up the stairs after her like clumsy beasts. The only place she could think to run to was her fathers trophy room. Instinct directed her into the room and quickly she closed the door and blocked it with one of her fathers heavy chairs. It wouldn't hold for long she knew but it would hold in just enough time for her to stock up on some more guns and climb out the window. She did just that. Sure enough, they burst through the doorway just as she slipped out the window and onto the roof. The sight below was absolutely terrifying. People were running everywhere with those things running right behind them. Gwen could still hear the sound of her sisters scream ringing in her ears. But she blocked it all out. Not right now, not right now. She climbed down the side of the roof all in due time. Finally making it to her car and hauling ass out of her neighborhood. While she watched the people she'd spent most of her life around get killed by the people who were supposed to protect them. She had no idea where she was going either all she knew was that she had to get out of there.
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Three months later and Gwen was in a different car riding along the streets of Denver and trying to find supplies. She looked out the windows of the van with one of her many rifles sitting in her lap. For such a small woman she sure made up for it in both knowledge and weaponry. In Gwenyth's case looks can most definitely be deceiving. At 22 she still hadn't lost the softness around her face that labeled most as underage. Her baby blue's were big and lined with thick brown lashes. Even her hair with its natural brown waves seemed to shape her into a soft creature of inside jokes and late night nail polishing. Being five feet exactly didn't help to give you a clue as to her age either. She would look like a sixteen year old probably her entire life. But that was exactly what motivated her to be something more. Gwenyth had always been the girl who was surrounded by boys for reasons like motor cross racing and Sunday football fests. She was that girl that most guys considered their sister. Yet Gwen still managed to be cute. A beautiful girl that made men want to shake her hand rather than ogle her breasts? Now that is a first. But she'd earned their respect and fought for the right to be treated equal. Her strength showed in the way she sat up straight with her eyes fixed on the world around her even though she'd lost her entire family. This new group of people was now her family. And she wouldn't let them down like she'd done her real one.
“How long 'til we reach the shopping center?” She asked no one in particular. Gwen simply expected someone to answer. It was clear from the silence in the van that everyone was tired. But they needed to get this done before nightfall or they would really be in deep trouble. The “Boagies” as she called the zombies came out more at night than in the day. Something about the sun seemed to slow them all down but once it set it was like a whole new ball game. Of course the group had plenty of time to get to the shopping center and get back. But Gwen wanted to get back early so that they could secure the area before they settled in for the night. The apartment building that they temporarily called home needed to last them a few more days before they were ready to start heading towards Alaska. There was supposed to be a colony of survivors there. Something about the cold killing the creatures long before they even reached the camp. Gwen was a little suspicious but it was better than sitting like ducks waiting for the wolves to finally pick them off. The group had originally started of as ten and now there was only six left. Gwen only really cared for three but either way, she owed it to herself to protect as many as she could for as long as she could.
With no ones answer she figured that she hadn't spoken loud enough so she asked her question again. But this time she turned in her seat so that she was facing the man beside her who everyone had voted as leader of their little group. “How long 'til we reach there?”
It was now 12:35pm in the Dillinger house hold and Everett Dillinger was setting the garbage cans out towards the road. He didn't even notice the fact that his wife, Maggie, had changed a little in the past few days or so. After she'd started taking Dianysis everything had finally began to work in the house hold. Her skin had started sprouting odd patches of gray here and there. She'd get tired often and Everett would once again have to explain to his daughters that they'd have to give up their privileges and come back home to help him out with their mother. But even with both Tessa and Gwenyth back at the house things still didn't improve. Her condition had only gotten worse. As a husband and father, all he could do was make his wife's last days as comfortable as possible. He could see her getting weaker and had already prepared himself to say goodbye. Yet nothing could prepare Everett for what happened next. Just as he pulled the recycling bin out to the front of the road a scream ripped through the house. With its high soprano he easily picked it out as Tessa. Without a moment to lose he raced into the house only to find Maggie, affectionate mother of his children and caring wife, with her face buried in his daughters neck. What was a father to do?
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Gwenyth Dillinger had always been the only daughter of the Dillinger two who had actually been able to play the role of both caretaker and son. She'd often gone to the shooting range with her father and even helped him when it came to hunting season. The girl even had her own collection of guns. At 21 she was in her last year of college and preparing to follow in her fathers foot steps and become a marshall. But she had to put that all on hold for a few months while she helped her father care for her sick mother. Being the realist that she was Gwen had expected that stupid drug to fail out on them but she'd let her father have his false sense of hope in it. When Maggie started to get worse Gwen had to fight the urge to tell her father “I told you so.” She simply let things flow as they would and waited for her mother to die. But even years of waiting to walk into her parents bedroom to find her mother without a pulse hadn't prepared her for what was down stairs. Tessa's scream had startled her from her sleep so much so that she fell off of her bed. Her mind couldn't make sense of it all. What on Earth would make her older sister scream that way? Without even thinking about it, Gwen slipped a hand under her pillow to pull her last Christmas present out from under it. The Kimber fit nicely in her small hands as she slowly stood and headed towards the stairs.
The only sounds to be heard below were the snapping of teeth and the wet sound of ripping flesh. Gwen stopped at the bottom of the stairway to find the front door open. Outside there were people running this way and that but it didn't make sense. What the fuck was going on?! She rounded the stairs and with her gun aimed finally entered the living room where it seemed the real horror had unfolded. Tessa with her lithe figure lay motionless, eyes staring blindly at the roof, in a puddle of her own blood. “Tess?” Gwen murmured weakly as she took it all in. But she couldn't simply kneel near her sister just yet. She needed to find her parents first. It wasn't hard to find Maggie either. Once Gwen moved towards the couch she could see the top of her mothers head bobbing up and down as if she were trying to pull something with her teeth. “Mom?” No answer. “Mom whats going on and wheres Da-” As soon as Gwen moved to where she could see her mother she found her father. His six foot frame was curled in upon itself like a fetus. He was still breathing while her mother pulled pieces of his innards into her mouth. The first few tears started to well up in Gwen's eyes as she took it all in. How could this have happened? How could she have let this happen? While Gwen tried to pull it all together her mother finally looked up. The look in her eyes was completely feral like Maggie wasn't in there at all. Her mother's once blue eyes were now glazed over with a thick film of white. She stood with a piece of her husband in one hand and slowly crept toward Gwen.
“Stay back Mom.” Gwenyth's voice was barely a whisper as she continued, “I don't want to shoot you... please.” But all of her pleading was in vain. The creature that was now her mother made a lunge at her but Gwen was faster than that. Automatically she let off a round right into her mothers head. Terrified with both herself and the scene that was going on she ran from the living room with her gun in a death grip. More of those things were making their way into her house just as she was almost near the top of the stairs. These didn't hesitate like her mother. They ran up the stairs after her like clumsy beasts. The only place she could think to run to was her fathers trophy room. Instinct directed her into the room and quickly she closed the door and blocked it with one of her fathers heavy chairs. It wouldn't hold for long she knew but it would hold in just enough time for her to stock up on some more guns and climb out the window. She did just that. Sure enough, they burst through the doorway just as she slipped out the window and onto the roof. The sight below was absolutely terrifying. People were running everywhere with those things running right behind them. Gwen could still hear the sound of her sisters scream ringing in her ears. But she blocked it all out. Not right now, not right now. She climbed down the side of the roof all in due time. Finally making it to her car and hauling ass out of her neighborhood. While she watched the people she'd spent most of her life around get killed by the people who were supposed to protect them. She had no idea where she was going either all she knew was that she had to get out of there.
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Three months later and Gwen was in a different car riding along the streets of Denver and trying to find supplies. She looked out the windows of the van with one of her many rifles sitting in her lap. For such a small woman she sure made up for it in both knowledge and weaponry. In Gwenyth's case looks can most definitely be deceiving. At 22 she still hadn't lost the softness around her face that labeled most as underage. Her baby blue's were big and lined with thick brown lashes. Even her hair with its natural brown waves seemed to shape her into a soft creature of inside jokes and late night nail polishing. Being five feet exactly didn't help to give you a clue as to her age either. She would look like a sixteen year old probably her entire life. But that was exactly what motivated her to be something more. Gwenyth had always been the girl who was surrounded by boys for reasons like motor cross racing and Sunday football fests. She was that girl that most guys considered their sister. Yet Gwen still managed to be cute. A beautiful girl that made men want to shake her hand rather than ogle her breasts? Now that is a first. But she'd earned their respect and fought for the right to be treated equal. Her strength showed in the way she sat up straight with her eyes fixed on the world around her even though she'd lost her entire family. This new group of people was now her family. And she wouldn't let them down like she'd done her real one.
“How long 'til we reach the shopping center?” She asked no one in particular. Gwen simply expected someone to answer. It was clear from the silence in the van that everyone was tired. But they needed to get this done before nightfall or they would really be in deep trouble. The “Boagies” as she called the zombies came out more at night than in the day. Something about the sun seemed to slow them all down but once it set it was like a whole new ball game. Of course the group had plenty of time to get to the shopping center and get back. But Gwen wanted to get back early so that they could secure the area before they settled in for the night. The apartment building that they temporarily called home needed to last them a few more days before they were ready to start heading towards Alaska. There was supposed to be a colony of survivors there. Something about the cold killing the creatures long before they even reached the camp. Gwen was a little suspicious but it was better than sitting like ducks waiting for the wolves to finally pick them off. The group had originally started of as ten and now there was only six left. Gwen only really cared for three but either way, she owed it to herself to protect as many as she could for as long as she could.
With no ones answer she figured that she hadn't spoken loud enough so she asked her question again. But this time she turned in her seat so that she was facing the man beside her who everyone had voted as leader of their little group. “How long 'til we reach there?”
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