*This is part five of my series “Zombies of Mariesville”. You can check out the rest of the series underneath my folder titled “Zombies of Mariesville”. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*
After the swirl of white cleared, Luisa and Ava found themselves in a royal palace, lost and abandoned, cobwebbed and cracked, that seemed to stretch on with infinite rooms.
Voices screamed and cried behind every single door, but Ava pointed to only one.
“I hear a lot of crying from that door. It’s scaring me…it’s…” Ava didn’t continue. Her red eyes searched frantically, as though grasping for souls that clawed for freedom.
“It’s okay. We’re going to help them all, I promise.” Luisa said, heading to the door that Ava pointed to.
Hopefully there weren't too many who were trapped.
…………………………………………………….
After Luisa had opened the door, she found a little boy with one bandaged eye and ripped-up flesh, huddling himself in the corner,
“It’s okay. We’re here to save you.” Luisa said, approaching the child.
The boy looked up, his one green eye shining with a hint of hope.
“I’m Luisa and this is Ava. What’s your name?” Luisa asked softly.
“O-O-Oliver.” The boy stuttered.
“Take my hand, Oliver, and we’ll find my friends. We’ll get out of here together. I promise.” Luisa said, extending her hand out to him.
Oliver eagerly took hold of her hand, and then-
Luisa was at a picnic during a sun-kissed day, watching Oliver eat sandwiches with his family, grinning and laughing as he did so. Both of his eyes looked up brightly and his skin was all put together, no open wounds in sight.
A black, looming silhouette of a woman lurked in the distance, unnoticeable to most. She grew bigger and bigger as she got closer and closer to Oliver, until she was as tall as the very trees that grew all around.
The silhouette snatched Oliver with sharp claws, bloodlust in the intent.
Her name rang sharp and clear in Luisa’s mind.
She was Helena Blackrose, the one who made Jackson the monster that he was. The demon, the evil, the horror.
Luisa woke up back to the present, heart racing from being shocked into Oliver’s memory.
Josette, Braden, Charles, and Marie still had to be saved. The zombie cure still had to be found.
There was still work to be done.
) Have an amazing day or night, and keep writing!
Points: 173529
Reviews: 1589
Donate