Swaying Emotions || Open
Unable to stay cramped in that hotel with thirty other people, Finn soon found himself on the streets outside, sitting atop of the wall the other survivors had built. His feet dangled just outside of the wall—vulnerable—but even then he still felt far safer than he had since the outbreak hit. It was strange, feeling this safe outside. He was just a few feet away from death, after all. He could see the dead walking not too far from him, luckily none of the walking corpses noticed him sitting on top of the debris. The young man had never been able to observe them as closely as he could now, and it certainly didn't help him become any less terrified of them. Seeing them lurking like that, stumbling around the abandoned streets—it was almost more terrifying than seeing them attack. As he continued to watch the corpses, he began to notice smaller details about each one. Some of them had broken limbs, one of their legs would simply drag behind the other, broken arms dangling on their sides. From where he sat, he could almost see their skin decomposing—and he could certainly smell it. What was most upsetting about watching the infected so closely was seeing their clothing. Some were dressed in suits, others wore casual clothing, and he even saw a few of them wearing hospital scrubs. All those corpses, no more than three weeks ago, were just normal human beings just like Finn. Not too long ago they were just going about their regular day, going to work, to school, and then their lives suddenly ended. Only to be brought back as mindless, flesh eating monsters. And then it hit him. His younger sister had been the same way. That day she had gone to school, just like every other day. Things were perfectly normal. But she never made it back. Finn didn't know exactly how she turned—he didn't know if she was bit or if she turned for no reason like his father had. All Finn knew was that she did turn, and Sebastian had to kill the monster that had taken over the little girl. Ever since Finn was rescued from the school and brought back to this 'colony' the other survivors had created, he tried his best not to think about what happened to his sister. Every day he tried not to let his mind fall into those dark thoughts—but every day, he failed. As the images of his younger sister poured into his mind, he grasped onto the Wonder Woman ribbon he carried everywhere with him. He could almost see her innocent face, smiling and laughing, pretending to be Finn's Wonder Woman and "flying" around his basement. Now, Finn even missed the moments when she unplugged his computer while he played World of Warcraft just so he would play with her. Her smiling, innocent face, however, suddenly turned into this horrendous monster—charging at Finn just like his father had done, trying to kill him, to eat him. The image of his younger sister as one of those walkers made the young man lose his balance on the wall, nearly falling back onto the streets behind him. Grabbing onto the debris as quickly as he could to stop himself from falling, his feet hit the wall beneath them, and the sound echoed throughout the empty streets. Almost immediately, the lurking walkers outside turned their attention to him and began to walk towards the wall. Pulling his legs up on top of it to make sure they were out of reach, Finn simply stared down at the corpses now attempting to reach for him. He was glad the wall was about ten feet high, or he would have been done for. Finn was scared, yes, but the sight of five walkers reaching up for him was far less terrifying than the image of his younger sister being one of them. Still holding the ribbon tightly in his hands, he continued to stare down at them as they groaned and bumped against each other, like feral savages attempting to reach their pray. "Fuck you." said Finn, his voice cold. As if they could even register what he was saying.
