I couldn’t think of what to exactly write, so I thought maybe a preview of that post-apocalyptic AU I am doing? And I promise its not creepy! XD
@fire-lark Happy birthday! (7/8)
As soon as I laid eyes on the dark-haired male a floor down from where I lingered making a sword out of PVC pipe and string, I knew we had to team up. So, as I made my way to crouch by the hole in the floor, I noticed he had someone else with him that brought other scraps and how the pipe along his back looked modified, having me know these two were savvy. I laid to my stomach as I watched to see no visible gun present and hoped they didn’t. I would go down, but was afraid they would run and after losing my brother, it’s been hard on me.
“Hey!” It was a raised tone, but not too loud to gain others attention. Both stiffened, the dark-haired male moved with his still being constructed weapon for defense and the other was moving a gloved hand back to grip his pipe. They were looking in my direction as I had both hands in view to show I wasn’t armed at this moment. “You guys seem savvy in weapons, yeah?”
They eyed me while the one with the sword glanced to his friend who merely flickered green eyes to soon gaze back at me. “We are, what do you want?”
“I’m really good with botany in unfavorable places, have all kinds of ways to make remedies.” The words left me while they stayed in defense and I completely understood.
When the outbreak occurred, it started in a large city area as some type of bio-chemical terrorist attack. The place I worked was in another city area, but on the outskirts at a facility where I helped with basically mutating plants or combining things to help find cures. They put Water Seven on lockdown because of the outbreak, which was awful to watch on the television. Everyone in the breakroom watching stared in silence, mouths open in shock as videos played of people still in the sealed city, not allowed out ‘just in case’ they were infected already.
Our facility—along with many others—were tasked with finding a cure and even given a living undead corpse. They restrained it and had the bottom jaw removed so it could not bite, along with us strapping something to the top teeth to be on the safe side. We were doing everything in our power to find a cure, as it started to stem that I would be one of the top three people in charge. Everything was actually going well the first few months, but then the barricades were destroyed, some people deciding the madness should spread.
People began to panic again, the facility being pressured and having armed guards so we could do our work. We had to live in the facility since it was dangerous leaving the place with them all out there screaming for us to save them. We were working our best, solving ways to eliminate them in the process and to prevent against the disease if encountering one—basically stopping them from biting you by killing it. Our time felt limited as we were told of city after city being taken over to the point people wanted in the building for protection.
It only took five months for the outbreak to almost reach coast to coast and we were allowed to be evacuated finally. A lot of us stayed, but we had to fend for ourselves, so we closed off one floor with only one access route. A few men from the soldiers helped protect us while we continued. People were fairly okay as we started to let them reside inside and make a small type of base. They were all good at getting things done and set up to keep the undead out, while having means to go for supplies.
Then someone brought in an infected person, swearing it wasn’t a bite from a zombie but that of a dog. Foolishly people didn’t check and were surprised when the man turned a few days later. It spread like wildfire, the panic and disease infected people to the point they slammed against the doors. The infection travels faster when by the neck and each person differed on speed of being overtaken. It was pressuring us as we began locking ourselves away in our labs and I made sure to tightly as I was so close to a discovery that could help.
It only took a matter of a few days for the building to be overrun by undead and I made sure to hurry my pace. There was only a small amount of food supplies that I had and I made sure to use what electricity I had left to keep working. The time limit got me working so much before I had finally made something, knowing it would be good in some way. I made ten vials of it, taking the small remainder to test it along with my blood and a sample of the zombie blood. When I noticed a slight difference in mine and not the undead one, I figured I had done something wrong, but then I decided to put a little of untreated blood from the undead with mine I had put the serum in.
The blood actually rejected the undead virus.
Hope blossomed in me at a way to prevent such a disease, making me take a vial in hand to begin getting a clean needle. After getting the serum in, I had shaky breaths while tying a band to my arm and finding a vein I know would be good. Then I calmly ejected myself with the serum and decided to wait twenty-four hours to be safe. In that time, I had slept and gathered my research to place it in a drawer with a note saying of it being a possible serum, but if found then that it meant it needed to be modified.
Reaching my time mark, I took the chance of getting bitten by one of the wondering scientist that had been overrun already. After getting a sample of my blood beforehand with a look over it, I had moved to my door and moved a corner of paper to see there was only a few undead lingering. This had me mentally prepare myself because at the time I had been terrified of what I was about to do. When I had finally braved the bite, receiving it was excruciating as it still amazed me on how there jaw muscles could be so strong—fending it off to lock back away was only difficult as I had to get the teeth out. I kept taking samples and prayed to the Maiden that I would be onto something.
My blood rejected the virus, sterilizing it with no problem. I monitored myself for five days, which is the normal time it takes from the farthest of your heart and nothing happened. I was immune to the disease, though now I had a scar from the bite, but I was immune.
I could not contract the Z-virus.
“Are you alone?” The blond had asked me with a suspicious look and I felt myself clenching in my chest.
“I am, yoi… now anyways…” I lightly mention with a strained look at the thought of being alone.
“Was… was someone with you?” That was the dark-haired male now as he had furrowed eyebrows of curiosity.
“Yes, a month ago I had my brother with me… but we… we came across some other people…” I told them truthfully, the memories hurting to think about and I could see them gazing to each other.
“How did you get up there?” The blond asked me while they lowered a bit on their weapons.
“The outside window,” I mention with a finger pointing a direction I had went and they were a bit surprised. “I have been up here a few days, making some salves and such.” They seemed to nod before looking to one another with tilts of their head so I couldn’t really read lips, which I was bad at anyways unless staring intently. I let them talk, noticing more on how the blond had scars over his left eye as he gazed back to me as they discussed, seeming to be from a fire. Any other features were hard to tell from my distance, but it looked like the dark-haired male’s face had freckles on it.
“Could we come up?” The blond had asked as they both showed of lowered offenses, but stayed on guard. “We need a break and to reform some things.”
“Of course, yoi. Do you need to transfer anything up? If you want, one of you can come up and then help with pulling items up.” The suggestion was to ease them that I would not run off with their things, not that I would know how to make weapons. I was mainly chemical/plants stuff, the weapons maker was my brother.
“We will do that, I am Sabo and this is Ace.” The blond greeted and I made a noise of acknowledgement.
