I'm Finally Numb, Don't Rescue Me || Open
It had been nearly two, or maybe three weeks since the world went to shit. Finn had found himself trapped in his little sister's school, with his sister's teacher. That definitely was not the place he thought he would be when the zombie apocalypse hit. He always knew something like this would happen eventually, but he also thought he would be in his basement, with endless supplies of his favorite snacks, wifi, his computer, comics, movies and some swords for protection. He would go out into the world with his sword and shield at hand only to travel to his friends' houses for weekly WoW night, and they wouldn't be bothered by annoying parents or having to go to work. That would've been heaven for a geek like himself, wouldn't it? But no, there was no heaven on Earth anymore, it was all hell. And hell was worse than he ever thought. It was even worse than Hellfire Peninsula in Outlands. He always hated Outlands, but right now he would give just about anything to be able to play again, even if it means he would be stuck in Outlands forever. First thing he would give away would be the goddamn idiot that killed his sister. No, Sebastian wasn't an idiot. He did what he had to do, and Finn couldn't even imagine what it must have been like to have twenty children die right in front of him, only to turn and charge at him like bloodthirsty creatures. But even if Finn understood why Sebastian had to kill his younger sister, the pain of losing the only real family he had was far too great. The wounds were still fresh, and everything around the classroom reminded the young man of his younger sister. Finn had buried his sister in the school's playground days ago, but he kept the ribbon she had been wearing that day. A ribbon that he bought her. It was a Wonder Woman ribbon, he had always told his little sister that she would become Wonder Woman when she grew up, and she had treasured that ribbon ever since. He was sitting on the desk that belonged to his younger sister, Sebastian had told him, simply staring down at the string of fabric. It had become a sort of daily routine, just sitting there, thinking of his sister and everything she would never get to do. She would never get a chance to become Wonder Woman, although she had always been Wonder Woman to Finn. Or rather, Wonder Girl. Finn could see the sun rising, but he had completely lost track of what day of the week it was, they were all running together by now. He could see Sebastian on the other side of the room, and Nadia and Sonia were probably sleeping in the other classroom they had taken over. Everything was dead silent, except for the occasional groaning from the dead outside. Those noises didn't even bother Finn anymore, he had become far too numb about everything to even pay attention. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when an unusual noise came from the entrance of the school. He could hear the front door creaking open, and the chains they used to lock it falling onto the floor. The young man immediately jumped up on his seat and looked back at Sebastian, both fear and shock in his eyes. "Did you hear that?" he asked in a hushed tone. Pushing himself up off the chair and walking toward the door of the classroom, he looked back at Sebastian. "We made sure the dead can't get in here, right? They can't open doors, right?" Shortly after he heard the doors open, the sound of footsteps followed. They were unlike the footsteps of the walking dead, though, they were more.. stable. It wasn't the sound of feet dragging and shuffling around, they were the footsteps you would have heard everywhere three weeks ago before the dead was walking everywhere. Were there other survivors? After weeks of no signs of other living humans, Finn was beginning to think the four of them were the only humans left in New York. Slowly opening the door leading to their classroom, Finn peeked his head out and looked down the empty hallway. He held a kitchen knife in his hand, prepared to stab any walkers that might have found their way into their safe shelter. He hoped police or military soldiers were coming to rescue them, but he knew nothing like that would happen. In a situation like the one the United States was experiencing, the government would be the first thing to go. Finn was fully aware there would be no search parties looking for survivors. Whoever was coming into their shelters, let it be living or dead, could only be something wanting to hurt them, not help.










