Maddie Johnson (returninspades) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-08-07 22:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [08] august, brandon, maddie |
WHO: Maddie and Brandon
WHEN: August 8, 2019; mid-afternoon.
WHERE: A music shop in Ossining, NY.
WHAT: Birthday looting leads to getting trapped by a Smasher. :-O
RATING: Medium.
Whoa-oh, run for your life |
Between a mysterious killer who gets off on leaving creepy presents to random residents of Sing Sing and the ever present threat of zombies outside the prison walls, Maddie was sure this was the first time in a long time that she considered the zombies a better alternative. At least they were dumb and easier to avoid. Unbitten, it was a terrible, terrible idea for a twenty-two year old girl to go out on her own into relatively unknown territory. She wasn’t 100% familiar with Ossining, but that didn’t matter. She hadn’t been 100% familiar with New York City, either, and she had still occasionally gone on looting trips with her brothers. Maddie felt a pang of sadness upon being reminded of her brothers (and her sister by default). Before all this zombie business happened, they’d been close. Tight-knit. Ever since moving to Sing Sing, however, the Johnsons had started to increasingly drift farther and farther apart. Which provoked Maddie into doing more and more things that involved a subconscious cry for attention. Why did Sing Sing’s crazy murderer have to choose August for their murder spree? Couldn’t they have waited until September? Or even October! Spooky Halloween murder spree would’ve been so much better. But no. It had to be August. The month Maddie’s birthday fell in. She didn’t care if the colony was on lockdown. Didn’t care if her siblings were okay with her going out. She didn’t tell them or anyone, not even Caitie. A single, lackluster birthday wish from her younger brother had prompted a spiteful mood that made her briefly hope that she didn’t come back from this little trip. Just so her siblings could see how much damage their ignoring her had done. Of course, just as quickly as that thought went through her head, it vanished. Stupid thing to wish for: Death for spite’s sake. The music store was her destination. It wasn’t far from the prison. A couple blocks away. Well within sight of the place she now called home. She’d been here before on a prior looting trip. Just browsing. Exploring. It was still there. The electronic keyboard in all its technical, musical glory. Guitars had never been of interest to her, but keyboards? Those things were magical. She’d never had one of her own, but she’d often played on the ones in recording studios, whenever Daddy Johnson would take her along. Now was her chance to have one of her own. It was big, but it didn’t seem very heavy. She could use the golf cart she’d stolen from the garage to get it back to the compound. A crash caught her attention. Maddie turned her head to look out the open area that used to be one of the shop’s display windows. Smasher. The big hulking thing was making its way down the street, knocking Shufflers out of its way at random. Maddie stood stock still, hoping that it would pass by without noticing her, just like all the other Shufflers. No such luck. Whatever drew its attention her way, Maddie cursed it as the giant zombie clambered through the window. For a few heartbeats, she couldn’t make her feet cooperate. They seemed glued to the floor. The Smasher handled the task of getting her unstuck, knocking over shelves and instruments to get to her. One of the displays caught her across the face and knocked her down. She didn’t scream, though. Couldn’t muster up any sort of sound, really. Such was her panic as she scrambled backward, her new goal being to reach the back room of the music shop before the Smasher could reach her. Maddie managed to get into the other room and close and bolt the door before the big creature got to her. It slammed against the metal and wood, trying to break through. The door wouldn’t last long. I’m dead. I’m dead. I’m so dead. She dug for her phone and texted the only person who might be willing to come and save her ass. Given the strength with which the Smasher was applying to the door, Maddie doubted anyone could get to her in time. I’m so fucking dead. |