Post by CROW. on Jul 19, 2013 16:51:01 GMT -5
Dead & Broken
my back's against the wall. CUT me open.
Crow raked her hand across the white sand and watched the grains slip through her fingers. It was still warm even though the sun had already set. Shadows paraded all around her; in forms of branches and rock formations. She wiped off the leftover sand on her pant leg, her other hand clutching her BDSM whip. She knew she must have looked out of place. Her floral patterned dress was ripped and stained with blood. She used a sex toy to defend herself. Her once glossy hair was flat and greasy, her bangs sticking to her forehead. The ocean breeze ruffled the leaves and she leaned into it; letting the cool air wrap itself around her.
The infected lay slumped over, their bodies half buried by sand. Rot filled the air and stung Crow’s noise. She clapped her hand around her mouth and nose to keep herself from gagging. I shouldn’t even have come here, she cursed herself but continued to make her way toward the shoreline. Her eyes shifting through the dead bodies, her whip poised to attack if any of them were just lying dormant. Before the outbreak, Crow visited the beaches as much as she could. She loved the feeling of sand between her toes and collecting shells all around the shore. But everything was different now.
The moon hovered over the ocean. It looked like a cancer patient’s head. She glanced one last time over her shoulder before she slipped off her shoes and socks and let the water wash over her feet. The water was freezing and the salt licked at her wounds, causing them to sting, but she didn’t care. Before she knew it she was slipping off her raggedy dress, her bra, and panties. She set down the whip and grabbed the knife she had stashed in her bra. Her skin soaked in the water, goose bumps forming along her arms and legs.
Once she was waist deep in the ocean she dove below the water. She scrubbed at her scalp with her nails and rubbed her skin until she felt clean. When she finally emerged, the dead remained motionless. She wished she could swim further out but it was too dangerous. With her luck, there would be a waterlogged infected chomping at her ankles. The seaweed tickled her legs and Crow tried to remain calm. She kept thinking they were fingers and teeth. Her pulse quickened until she was out of the water. She took a breath to compose herself before wringing out her hair and wiping away as much water from her skin as she could before throwing her clothes back on.
Probably would be easier if we were all naked, she thought as she finished buttoning her dress. The beach was still quiet aside from the gentle lapping of the waves. Crow knew that she should be finding a safer place to stay the night but she couldn’t bring herself to leave. Instead, she followed the shoreline toward the caves.
who can SAVE me now?
Made by Aquarius of BTN