maria l. sparks . (roarrs) wrote in rulethenight, @ 2011-09-11 16:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: maria sparks, plot: night of the living dead |
the lion's teeth are sharpened for war.
They rose from the darkness all around her, biting, reaching, clawing from the shadows that stuck to them like tar. Maria reached for the boy as she'd reached for him a hundred times, he looked up at her with wide brown eyes and shook his head. Come on. Come on, she bellowed to him. They had to get out of the apartment before the zombies tore them to shreds, before they blocked off the last exit; a window.Maria yelled louder, shaking her head and the boy snapped to action, reaching out and grabbing her arm. A moment later he was back in the corner and she was reaching for him again, the moment stuck in a perpetual loop of how she wished it had happened. What had really happened was teeth sinking into her forearm, right through her shirt. Blood bloomed, the fabric sucking it up into a continent shape, like Africa. Maria wheeled, she roared, a feline voice coming from a human throat as the woman on her arm bit down harder. Maria slammed her into a wall, body checking her, she grabbed a handful of dirty-blonde, bloody hair and smashed the dead woman's face into a mirror but the teeth bit harder. She struggled and fought but the shadows and the zombies they stuck to expanded, growing and consuming the room around her.
Maria woke in a hot, sticky sweat, her sheets tangled around her legs, the wound on her arm throbbed. The memory of the night she'd gone after the therianthrope kid she'd been helping legally had turned into a nightmare and in her barricaded house it gnawed through her psyche. She sat up in her bed and pushed the sheets away hurriedly. It was only a small bite, a scratch really but it hadn't healed. In fact when she looked at it now it seemed to be getting worse. It was black and seething a rotten smelling liquid at her. Maria rubbed her face in her hands and stumbled downstairs to the kitchen.Half a gallon of water and some stale bread later and she still felt sick. Worse than sick. Her head started to pound. She chewed down a handful of painkillers and sat in her living room, waiting for the feelings to pass. They didn't. They only got worse and Maria just got hungry.