"Keoki? Keoki!?"
Running. Running as fast as she can.
When was the last time she ran? When was the last time she bled? Crimson gushing down from her right arm, it was hard to keep pressure on it while she ran, but she couldn't stop. That madman was still following her. Was he a crazed cannibal of some sort? Schizophrenic, maybe? There really wasn't much time to think about it. One wrong move and he had her.
Alana continued looking back at the man. He was quick, determined. Her vision was somewhat fading, perhaps from the pure terror or that unresolved wound. Eventually Alana made it to the edge of the artificial park, ran through the door and it immediately shut behind her. As the sounds of him beating on the door rang, She quickly placed her left hand on the screen to the right of the door and typed in a code for it to lock. Not two heartbeats later now, she heard a woman's scream and turned around. She found a ladies neck being ripped into by another woman, chomping on her flesh and dripping blood everywhere. If Alana wasn't terrified then, she was now.
She made sure to leave that scene before the woman's screams died out. She continued walking and walking, continuously glancing around herself and bracing herself at every scream and every flicker of the lights. She had one thought on her mind: I need to get to a doctor. Her bite was covered by her sleeve and pressed down on— blood leaked out but at least it wasn't as bad as it was before. She followed along down a corridor with a few people who told her a medical bay was on the way they were going, and she could only hope there wouldn't be any more madmen there. Until then, she kept her sleeve covering her arm and tried desperately to get a signal back on her communicator.
Running. Running as fast as she can.
When was the last time she ran? When was the last time she bled? Crimson gushing down from her right arm, it was hard to keep pressure on it while she ran, but she couldn't stop. That madman was still following her. Was he a crazed cannibal of some sort? Schizophrenic, maybe? There really wasn't much time to think about it. One wrong move and he had her.
Alana continued looking back at the man. He was quick, determined. Her vision was somewhat fading, perhaps from the pure terror or that unresolved wound. Eventually Alana made it to the edge of the artificial park, ran through the door and it immediately shut behind her. As the sounds of him beating on the door rang, She quickly placed her left hand on the screen to the right of the door and typed in a code for it to lock. Not two heartbeats later now, she heard a woman's scream and turned around. She found a ladies neck being ripped into by another woman, chomping on her flesh and dripping blood everywhere. If Alana wasn't terrified then, she was now.
She made sure to leave that scene before the woman's screams died out. She continued walking and walking, continuously glancing around herself and bracing herself at every scream and every flicker of the lights. She had one thought on her mind: I need to get to a doctor. Her bite was covered by her sleeve and pressed down on— blood leaked out but at least it wasn't as bad as it was before. She followed along down a corridor with a few people who told her a medical bay was on the way they were going, and she could only hope there wouldn't be any more madmen there. Until then, she kept her sleeve covering her arm and tried desperately to get a signal back on her communicator.
Slice, slice, slice.
If Beth didn't know better, she'd start to believe that she was enjoying this. Enjoying killing people— no, they weren't people. They were things. She could admit to liking cutting off the heads of everything that ran towards her, trying to attack her. Self-defense, defending others.. that's what it was. But she wasn't killing people. She wasn't a murderer. She had to keep reassuring herself that, each time she made the mistake of looking them in the eyes.
Thing after thing. Why did they keep coming? People would have known by now that the blade of her katana was sharper than their skin could handle, and yet they keep coming anyway. Their fault, really. She wouldn't be running out of energy anytime soon.
Voices were still screaming in the distance. She felt an urge to help and followed that. Sheathing her blade and running past a few blondes and a redhead, she sprinted down the corridor and lunged forward at a thing going to town on a lady. She unsheathed and cut it down, turned around and kicked another in the neck.
Slice, slice, slice.
Looking around at the corpses, she was quite satisfied with the work. Proud of herself, even. Could anyone but herself be that quick? Sensei always said she had a gift. But even still, she was curious as to why were people suddenly turning into cannibalistic things. Did some event happen that made people.. angry? No. Normal people wouldn't have just gotten up and started attacking people. Were they sick in the head, then?
Never mind, she didn't have time to find answers. Innocent people were dying by the second, and she needed to stay focused to help them. She turned around and looked back down at the corpse she saved from becoming dinner. (For the present time, anyway.) A few breaths later and she was walking away again.
She wondered how her parents were holding up.
If Beth didn't know better, she'd start to believe that she was enjoying this. Enjoying killing people— no, they weren't people. They were things. She could admit to liking cutting off the heads of everything that ran towards her, trying to attack her. Self-defense, defending others.. that's what it was. But she wasn't killing people. She wasn't a murderer. She had to keep reassuring herself that, each time she made the mistake of looking them in the eyes.
Thing after thing. Why did they keep coming? People would have known by now that the blade of her katana was sharper than their skin could handle, and yet they keep coming anyway. Their fault, really. She wouldn't be running out of energy anytime soon.
Voices were still screaming in the distance. She felt an urge to help and followed that. Sheathing her blade and running past a few blondes and a redhead, she sprinted down the corridor and lunged forward at a thing going to town on a lady. She unsheathed and cut it down, turned around and kicked another in the neck.
Slice, slice, slice.
Looking around at the corpses, she was quite satisfied with the work. Proud of herself, even. Could anyone but herself be that quick? Sensei always said she had a gift. But even still, she was curious as to why were people suddenly turning into cannibalistic things. Did some event happen that made people.. angry? No. Normal people wouldn't have just gotten up and started attacking people. Were they sick in the head, then?
Never mind, she didn't have time to find answers. Innocent people were dying by the second, and she needed to stay focused to help them. She turned around and looked back down at the corpse she saved from becoming dinner. (For the present time, anyway.) A few breaths later and she was walking away again.
She wondered how her parents were holding up.