Post by Olivia Parker on Sept 30, 2010 18:04:29 GMT -5
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
The music played in the background; only the music. No other sound overpowered the tune. The terminal was eerie, still, dead...
Hazel eyes flashed open. A wide stare took time to focus on the surrounding, looking and yet not quite seeing what was there before her. “Shit!” the curse absentmindedly escaped her lips as a pale hand met her right temple through a mass of fiery red hair. She’s fallen asleep?! At work?! Fallen asleep and had the most absurd and surreal dream that even she – wait...her surroundings started to draw her focus. The cold frame of the door broke into her spine, chilling, most discomforting. But the most discomforting fact was yet to hit her. It took time but slowly the young woman’s eyes took in the scene sprawled across the airport terminal before her, painted in crimson, unpredictable and contemporary, a captivating scene of art...disturbing, horrific, a horror movie laid out before her, one point stricken massacre. Those soft hazel eyes opened wide once again but there was more than an ignorance in them this time, now there was fear. Uncertainty flooded her mind, searching, seeking endlessly for an answer, a memory, a response to the actions that had caused such a reaction to occur causing this endgame. What had happened here? All she knew was that her head hurt: mentally, sure a little bit, but more so physically, a blow against the door....a knock out of the way? Yes...Panic...Fleeing for safety...it had been like the events of the Titanic all over again. Passengers at LaGuardia airport had charged, pushed and sprinted their way down the corridors leaving no consideration in their path. Human beings portrayed their true colours, those of survival. Arrogant, selfish, determined to live, so bloody stubborn! That was the basic instincts of over half the population of human beings in a panic stricken state, in complete pandemonium, thinking of no one but themselves. Anyone weaker, anyone who couldn’t keep up, there was no hope. Anyone wishing to help, to be that savior...well, there was no room for that person just like there had been no room for this bookshop clerk.
In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
The music continued to drone across the tannoy an instant loop, the only sound of life in the building and that life was artificial. Shaky hands pressed firmly against the unstained white wall behind her as she pushed herself reluctantly onto her black soled feet. Black trousers, a black shirt, any blood on her person would not be seen and her attire spoke ironic to the situation laid out dead before her. All that tore her from the metaphoric scene was a glistening badge across her heart, Olivia Parker. Breathing shallowed as the scene finally registered in all seriousness in her mind. Who the fuck had done this?! What had done this?! Surely no human being could be so sick and twisted to construct this scene...Hands still laid flat against the door for security as if the wall may protect her from whatever could still be lurking around the airport. A swallow, controlled and subconscious was her only movement for some time. The image was too strong, too powerful...it chilled her to the bone and in truth, Olivia was beyond scared.
Bodies...blood stained bodies...too many of them, twisted in all grotesque angles, eyes watching her every movement as if to scream to her to run! But urging that she did not even try! Olivia’s lip quivered involuntary, teeth biting down on her twitch to no ceasing avail. Okay, okay...she couldn’t just stay here! That was going to get her nowhere – no pun intended – she needed to move to somewhere, anywhere, because no where could be as dangerous to dwell in as this place looked right about now, and she needed help, she needed to tell someone...
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
A frustrated groan growled from her throat at the song still playing. What kind of freaking song was that to play at a time like this!? Zombie, zombie, zombie! It looked like zombies had attacked this place! And for all she knew it could have been but somehow highly doubted it. All the naive Olivia knew was of the commission in the corridor outside of the shop. Curiously the scarlet girl had exited into the corridor to investigate when everything had become a bit fuzzy and unknown. It wasn’t anything over her losing her memory, no, she could remember everything quite clearly. Instead, what made the previous events so confusing to her was because the moment she left the shop there were people running and screaming from one direction then suddenly all other directions creating an unorganized frenzy that only heightened as time passed in only seconds. It all happened so quick. Running against the current was most definitely not included in Olivia Parker’s brightest moments to date. She had only gotten paces down the terminal when she’d been thrown aside. A sharp pain had hit her, that she remembered, then here she was...waking up after this ridiculous dream to discover it may not exactly be that dream she was wishing it was.
The airport was empty. There was no sign of life and in all honesty, Olivia wasn’t intending to wait around too long to find some crazed axe wielding mad man! A deep breath. Exhale. Eyes tight shut...a pause...open...inhale...and step...One foot then the other, carefully, gradually picking up speed, walking pace. “Fuck...” the simple one worded cursed muttered from her lips as she patrolled further into the airport. If the massacre scene had looked horrific from where she’d held herself against the wall, then here was more like a slaughter house. Such a frail hand covered her mouth, blocking out the scent of blood, of bile and fresh flesh scraped across the floor like marmalade. Organs layered the bright warning surface. Everything as – a shrill screech voiced from Olivia’s throat, so girly and vulnerable, momentarily finding her balance again, her feet almost giving way on a particular, disintegrated to mush, large intestine littering the airport. A hand previously thrown to the sides to regain balance, sharply polarised towards her mouth again to stop herself adding to the mess of the departure lounge. There was no need pretending or dallying, it was urgent she got out of here! There was no way in hell Olivia was tempting fate any longer in this All Hallows Eve-like house. Only ten times bigger, ten times more real and ten times more likely to house a psycho of sorts. Breaking into a run, the petite female frame ran through the familiar twisted corridors to the exit. There had to be someone outside who could help! Someone who knew what was going on! God! Surely there were police outside! This couldn’t go by unnoticed! Olivia barely even thought as she sprinted for the doors, pushing the glass panels with both hands and skidding to a hault outside. No...
No....What the...?...This couldn’t....this wasn’t...there was no....no....just no....
Eyes scanned the scene...what was going on here? Really, what was going on? It was a ghost town in more ways than one and far more literal than that phrase was ever meant to relate to. Olivia’s mind went into overdrive. Rooted to the spot, lost in her mind she was lost and yet there was one crazy mother of an idea circling her head...her family. Any normal people should consider safety, should be immediately finding an escape, a safe exit from the city; jumping in a car and never looking back, not even in the rear view mirror, the town very very quickly disappearing from view...But Olivia couldn’t, not while her sister could still be here, Kat would never leave for anything! Not without Olivia...Sooo....no shortage of cars, the roads were clear and waiting to be abused.
Manhattan, see you soon.
