Welcome to Hell (Sidney)

[Olivia Parker]

About Two Weeks Previous...


Having half ran from La Guardia Airport, there was no looking back – well, maybe one quick glance to check nothing was behind her and immediately hoping nothing had appeared in front of her in that solitary moment. Hear heart pounded in her chest, her breathing was deep and heavy as she tried to keep herself sane and focused on getting away from this death site. Sharply she turned her head in both directions in front of her. It seemed the place was silent...for now. But wasn’t that how it all started in horror stories? Just when you thought yourself safe, you really truly were not. Running through that cornfield of cars was just the penultimate moment for the killer to hastily surprise their careful entrance and BOOM! Before you knew it the epilogue was kicking in, the survivor of the massacre: Dead.

Great. That imaginative concept messing in her head really did not help one little bit. She bit her bottom lip lightly. Breathe. Okay, she couldn’t stay here. Before she could deliberate another decision, Olivia ran off down the street of abandoned cars, weaving her way down the road and away from her work, they weren’t going to need her there she was certain. As the runner ran down the tarred road her arm ached with the movement. She’d almost forgotten of her injury. How she’d gotten it, well, she wasn’t entirely sure but to tell the truth she didn’t care at all. Bright blood trickled down her arm as she ran and she couldn’t help but glance upon it on occasion. She really needed to bandage it up but she had other priorities first, the top of that last being to get away from her, into a car that wasn’t blocked off and head for the city.

Running on, further and further a distance from the Airport. More and more cars, less and less signs of life until... What was that? A voice? Not quite, but a groan or cry of pain? Olivia slowed her speed, walking briskly then taking slow, deliberate, cautious steps towards the sound. Towards the sound?! What the hell was she thinking?! But she had to know. Oh my god! It was life! Someone else! Someone who could maybe explain what had happened, “I thought there was no one else left!” she gasped relieved as she approached the middle aged woman hunched over another body. Dead? Maybe. “I...um...I’m sorry for your loss but...” what did she say? Was it a mad man that killed him? Can you please give me details of what happened here? How did he die? Could you just replay that horrific even you are most likely trying to blank from your mind right now? No, not the best approach. “Something’s very wrong here” she voiced her thought out loud, directed at the woman too, “I think we should go get some help ‘cause we could still be in danger and I don’t know about you but I know i’m not really a match for any mass murderer here if they’re still about and someone really needs to be alerted about all this, I mean, if they don’t know already” Liv walked closer to the woman who she’d decided must be completely distressed right now. Her ranting had ceased for a second or two as she took a breath then resorted to, “Do you have a –“ the woman turned around and immediately lunged for her bloody arm. Eyes grew wide and with a panicked yelp Liv jumped back and away from her grasp, “I only wanted a phone...” she mused for no reason other than fear and confusion. The woman was...well, grotesque for lack of a less flattering word. Half her face was decayed, showing muscle and torn flesh, her eyes were inhumane, there was something about them that was just...dead. It was like the lights were off in her mind and she’d descended into a crazed madness. “I...It um...” Olivia took steps backwards and away from her, “It doesn’t matter...really...sorry I...ugh...bothered...you...bye!” she made to run but as she did the woman grabbed her hand. “NO!” Olivia shrieked trying to pull her grip from the corpse. Two cold hands gripped her wrist as the red head struggled against her. For what she was about to do she felt incredibly guilty but she had no idea what flea ridden disease this woman had, she was barely even showing any signs of life. In a swift movement Liv kicked the woman in the stomach, backwards, tearing her hand from her grip just as the woman’s teeth made to sink into her pale skin. Olivia watched as the woman fell backwards without any motion to save her fall. What on earth?...But she wasn’t waiting around to find out what and with a breathy, “Sorry!” Liv sprinted off in a hurry not wanting to be anywhere near the woman, putting as much distance between them as she could.

Reaching the first unblocked car, Olivia skidded to a hault, throwing open the door to both stop herself and hurry her search of keys. Jackpot! Practically throwing herself inside she slammed the door shut as she turned the key and threw the car into reverse, skidding a messy turn and forcing the wheel into a crazed spin before stomping her foot onto the peddle and leaving this hellhole.

There was a distance enough between her and the airport that she could let herself relax slightly. Regardless, no matter how far she got away from it she only worried what she was driving into. She had to find Kat, her sister, she was the more confident Parker, the one who always found a way, who knew what to do and she wasn’t going to leave her sister behind anyways. Manhattan was her destination. It was where her sister was today, I was where she had to go to find her. And she would; she had to have hope.

The car slowed as Liv reached the nearest town, cautiously driving along the equally abandoned streets as LaGuardia. She wanted to get out of these clothes, they only reminded her of the horrific massacre back at her work where she’d awoken so unexpected of what she’d see. The idea of blood on her, that which could be hers, it could be other peoples, she just wanted it off her. That and if she was going to run she needed something she could run in, work shoes were really not kitted for that, why didn’t she ever consider a living horror movie when she took a job?! She was a literature student after all! She knew of fiction, she should really have paid more attention to it! But more importantly, what she wanted was to fix up her arm, the blood oozing out of her deep cut was not something she wanted to become infected, not something she wanted to have on show either. Stopping the car to a hault she stepped out, throwing the door closed behind her. It was eerie the dead silence of the streets. All they needed was fog and they were completely sorted on the horror front. Please don’t let it fog, she thought immediately. She was unarmed and strangely that scared her. She shouldn’t let her imagination run away with her...but maybe that wasn’t so unreal right now...

[Sidney Rizzo]

Sidney closed the door behind her and got undressed. She grabbed a towel off the side and placed it on the sink next to the shower. Turning the nozzle, she watched the water spurt out, she grabbed the nail file off the sink and stepped inside. Pulling the curtain across she stood under the shower head, tilting her head forward so the water covered her, washing away the blood. She placed her hands on the wall and let the water beat down against her body, the crimson spiralling down the drain. Flicking her head back she brushed the hair from her face and began washing the blood away.

She used the file to clean her nails which were also blood stayed on top and underneath from where she’d tried to claw herself away from Stan. She used the tool to scrape the stuff from underneath her nails. She stopped hearing something behind her. Sidney froze; she slowly turned the shower off and gently pulled the towel from the sink. She wrapped it around herself and gripped the nail file tight. Sidney turned around easily, and gripped the curtain. She quickly tugged it to the side, her eyes narrowing into the room. The door was open but there was no one in the room. She raised a brow, maybe it was Eric trying to get a look see. Sidney sighed and shook her head. She walked across the bathroom and too the door, she pulled it closed as she turned back to face the shower.

As the door shut she stopped again. She could hear a low guttural groan. Sidney’s whole face dropped as she heard it. She gripped the file and glanced over her shoulder. It was Crystal, her roommate. Stood behind the door, staring at her. She had blood dripping from her lips, the blood smeared across her face and on her clothing, her hands too. She’d turned. ‘Fuck’ Sid muttered under her breath. She turned and the groaning turned into a snarling, the sound boomed her ears as Crystal charged at her.

She lunged at Sidney taking the woman back toward the shower, Sid slipped on the wet floor and fell back, ripping the curtain down with her as Crystal shoved the woman into the shower. She hit her head on the base as the blonde roommate jumped on top of her, growling, blood dripping from her lips. Sidney struggled to get her away but it was no use, Crystal clawed at her trying to rip at her. That’s when she grabbed the file and gripped it tight. She jammed it into Crystals eye. The woman screamed and Sidney pushed it further before kicking Crystal off. She watched the blonde fall back on the bathroom floor, her head smashing against the toilet bowl, she rolled sideways, her body limp and further impaled on the file.

Sidney stared in horror, as she scurried into the corner of the shower, the towel still wrapped around her tightly. She diverted her eyes toward the door, Crystal had bit someone..but who? and were they inside the appartment?

It only got worse. Sidney was attacked in the bathroom by her roommate, who had shifted into nothing that she could familiarise herself with. Sidney had to kill her; she stabbed her straight in the eye and kicked her back. Her roommate was soon out, lying on the bathroom floor in a pool of her own blood. Well, that was about enough to shake even the strongest of people and Sidney was surely affected. She held the towel tight around her as she backed her way into the corner of the shower, her eyes burning against the body lying on the floor hoping that she didn’t get up.

It was as if she had spaced out, only to be drawn from her gaze when she’d heard the gun sound. Sidney jumped, startled. She narrowed her eyes on Eric who was stood in the bathroom pointing his gun at the toilet?..Sidney barely glanced at him. She just turned her eyes back to Crystal laying face down on the ground, before her eyes moved to her trembling hands. She was spattered in blood again, once more..not her own. Sidney wiped the blood from her face, there wasn’t much but enough to notice and certainly feel it.

A Few Hours Later...

It had been one hell of a day, and she was absolutely exhausted. Despite being tired, she was so restless, every time she managed to doze off the slightest noise awoke her. Noises from outside, the sounds of car alarms, faint screams and the cries of the dead lurking in the night. It wasn’t that loud but her ears exaggerated the sound, she was trapped in one hell of a shit storm right now. Sidney tried to close her eyes but it was of no use and eventually she gave up. The woman sighed and sat up right on the bed. She eyed the picture next to her, her brother. She ran her finger across the frame, god she missed him.

Sidney glanced over her shoulder at were Eric was, or rather had been..he was gone? Sidney raised a brow. Slowly the dark haired female arose from the bed; she walked quietly around it and opened the bedroom door. Pulling it open she peered out into the hallway. It was dead silent within the apartment, not a sound. The whole place was dark except for the light creeping out from the lounge, the TV was on. She quietly moved down the corridor nearing toward the lounge where she’d figured Eric was. He probably couldn’t have slept either. She could feel her skin burning, clearly her tossing and turning and the heat coming from her had kept him awake, that or the concern of what was going to come of all of this.

The corridor seemed to go on forever, the sound of the TV drowning out into nothingness. Sidney heard another noise to her left, the kitchen. She stopped, turned her head and narrowed her eyes inside the shadowed kitchen. There was a faint light coming through the window from the street light outside and stood before the window was a figure standing in the dark. Sidney jumped startled slightly “...I’m sorry if I’m keeping you awake..my skin, it feels like it’s on fire. I’ll sleep on the couch, you should go back to bed..it’s 4am..” Sidney said gently, but there was no response. She tilted her head slightly “..Eric?..” she called softly. Sidney took a step forward, but stopped almost right away. She felt something on her foot, warm and wet. Her eyes dropped to the floor, she couldn’t see much but something wasn’t right here.

Then the sound of a low guttural groan came from ahead where Eric was stood. Sidney lifted her eyes from the patch on the ground; there was the sound of footsteps ahead. Lifting her eyes slowly, she took a step back into the corridor. Eric stepped closer and closer, she found herself backed against the wall. The tv was bright, the light enabling her to see the person as they stepped out into the hall. It wasn’t Eric at all..it was..her. Sidney’s heart pounded against her chest. She eyed her double standing in the doorway. She was looking ghostly, pale and smiling. Her clothes were tattered and the entire front was soaked in blood. Her makeup was smeared, and she wore a clownish grin..her teeth tinged blood red. Sidney stared in horror as she scaled her eyes on the double standing in the door way she began to move toward her.

Sidney screamed in horror while the other let out a blood curdling, banshee like scream and darted for her. Sid turned quick and rushed down the corridor back toward the bedroom, with her hot on her trail. She flung the door open and slammed it shut behind her. Leaning against it, her breathing was fast, the tears built from fear streaming down her cheeks. Sidney took deep breaths as she rests her forehead against the door. Footsteps came behind her, quiet and slow, cautious. She heard Eric call her, he was behind her. He got closer and closer, extended his hand out to her. His hand touched her shoulder and she turned. Her face was different, pale, and her eyes a shade of grey, the next thing she knew she’d lunged herself at him and taken a chunk straight out the side of his neck.

Eric fell back; hit the ground with a thud gripping at his neck. She stood over him, she let out a hungry snarl as she threw herself on top of him, and she began tearing into him and then suddenly darkness.

Sidney gasped loudly, her eyes opened wide. She glanced down seeing Eric’s arm draped over her. Slowly she looked over her shoulder seeing him sound asleep. Her heart was pounding and she was dripping with sweat. Gently taking his arm from around her, she quietly climbed off of the bed, so slowly as not to disturb him. Sid sighed, she looked at Eric as he lay there sound asleep..she couldn’t stay here, she knew this..it was a danger and as much as she appreciated him helping her out, she had to take the steps. She had to leave. Sidney moved to the bathroom where she splashed some cold water on her face, she stared in the mirror..she was infected and yet she looked and felt fine.

She couldn’t understand, maybe it was a slow progress but she had learned that all who were infected turned. They changed into those monsters outside, she couldn’t be one of them and if she was going to be, she couldn’t be near Eric. Sid returned to the room, she packed her bag. She set it on the edge of the bed. Sidney opted to leave him the shotgun along with the ammo where she took herself a small handgun it’d do if she needed it, but it seemed she didn’t. She slipped it into her belt and pulled her cardigan on.

Walking around the bed to the opposite side she looked at Eric again. She lifted the blanket from the end of the bed and placed it over him. Sidney leant over and placed her hand gently on the side of his face, she left a light kiss on his lips before whispering her apology. She got up and lifted her bag. Stepping out of the door she headed down the corridor, glancing into the kitchen as she did..that dream had certainly shaken her. Sidney swiped the keys to the motorcycle and stashed them in her pocket. She stood in the quiet lounge and looked around, this could have worked for sometime..but she was sick and Eric was at risk.

She eyed the pale white wall to the left of her, it was bare. Sidney smiled slightly. Setting her bag down she moved forward to the cupboard beside the wall and opened it, paints..she loved to paint and there in the cupboard was all kinds of tools. She’d done a lot of work here, it was the place she’d come when she needed to relax, get away from her roommate who excessively argued with her boyfriend. But now, they were all gone and soon she’d be joining them. She wanted to leave but if she was going to be gone, she wanted to be remembered for something..her art was important to her, she lived for it..so maybe one last piece wouldn’t do any harm.

So Sidney got started, she began to paint on the wall. Eric wouldn’t be up for some time, the guy was exhausted so she had enough time to kill and it was as if time flew by. Soon she was done. Sidney stepped back and eyed her work, a proud smile creeping on her lips. She was sure despite how mad Eric was going to be that she had fled, he’d appreciate the effort she put into her painting. The city was wasting to nothing and the midst she’d stuck the two of them, a badass cop and herself. Setting the paint down she nodded and turned grabbing her bag. Sidney decided to take a few spray paints with her, just in case..you never knew who she’d meet and what use they could be. Writing messages for one thing would be important.

Sidney got going, she wasn’t sure where she was going but she would be going away from here. She took the keys, had her bag on tight and slowly left the apartment, letting the door lock behind her. Taking the steps she headed out and once more ensured all was locked behind her, he could get out but no one could get in. The streets were empty now, no one wondering, there were a few corpses laying about but nothing alike last night.

She got on the bike, pulled off the curb and disappeared down the street.

45 Minutes Later..

Sidney arrived in town, again everything quiet. She stopped the bike, parked up on the curb and lifted her shades onto her head, her eyes scaled the area. Her eyes were itchy again, she rubbed at them. Then she glanced into the mirror of the bike, the blood vessel had popped up in her eye again. The lower left corner of her left eye was blood red where the blood vessel had ruptured. It wasn’t anything major but it’d stand out a great deal, it looked god damn terrifying for a start and would raise a lot of questions. She was infected, she didn’t look infected, and no one would know a damn thing because she wasn’t skulking around seeking out flesh. It wasn’t as if this sudden distinguishing feature would deem her closer to being infected because all the infected she’d seen had either yellow stained eyes or grey, sure a few had blood vessels prominent but it wasn’t enough to assume.

Sidney would not be sharing the factors with anyone and if she could help it she’d avoid any questions. The shades came back on, down across her eyes concealing the red bloodspot. Sidney began to walk down the street, a small handgun gripped. She let her eyes move around the area, peering through the dark shades. She saw a vehicle moving. Sidney tilted her head some. Now, how could she be sure if this woman was infected or not?..Sidney bought her fingers to her lips and whistled at her. She lifted her hand up signalling her, if the woman responded she’d be fine, if not..she was going to get a bullet in her head.

She took a step forward, the woman was wondering about on foot, she was armed but still..she shouldn’t have been alone. Sidney had nothing to lose; she was already pretty fucked anyway so it didn’t matter at all anymore. Still, any company was better than no company.

[Olivia Parker]

Car door slammed shut, abandoned box of metal completely abandoned on the deadly street. Really? What was the point in parking up nicely? Locking the doors? Hell, it wasn’t even her car! In this situation she was pretty certain that rules had been tossed violently out of the window along with everything else. Right now, all Liv cared about was surviving; surviving and finding her sister. When that was done, when she’d went to all extremes she was willing to take along the way, then that was when she’d consider the next steps. Thinking ahead was a good aspect of one’s personality but thinking too far ahead could seriously result in one’s death. Olivia was quite intent on avoiding the death part.

A loud whistle broke her focus of the streets. Sharp eyes widened in horror. What was that?! It was noise! Loud noise! Didn’t people realise loud noises in eerie derelict streets echoed, and echoed noises bounced quite a damn distance! Those ‘Things’ may be dead to an extent but she was pretty confident that they would understand a loud whistle as the dinner bell! So maybe some people out here were quite happy to become a human zombie target but she wasn’t! No fucking way! NO....no, no, no....Just plain and simple no.

Hazel eyes flickered over the street before focusing clearly on a figure. A living figure? A safe figure? Not one that wanted to chow down on her? She didn’t want to be someones snack. Dark shades and a posture that meant business, Liv didn’t care how authoritative the woman looked, she wasn’t going to be anyones supper! The woman lifted a hand; a signal. Oh! Now she signalled her?! She couldn’t have done something like that in the first place?! Something that wasn’t more likely to encourage crazy psycho attention?! No, apparently not. Really?!....Liv sighed as she watched the woman ahead of her. Biting her life she considered her options...Great. She had no options to be honest. It was stand here and likely be shot by the gun in the woman’s hand or, surviving that, travel on herself or her other option was seeing who this woman was, where she was going, if she knew anything? Safety in numbers? Yeah?

Little to lose in this death trap, Olivia raised her hand up back, giving a small and goofy wave of acknowledgement. Well, if that didn’t give her away as a living, breathing human then she didn’t know what would. A wave? What was she thinking? This woman meant business by the looks of her and Liv gives her a wave?! And not just even a normal ‘hey, haven’t see you in a while’ wave, but a stupidly, ‘i’m completely lost, so not prepared for this craziness and uncertain about who you are and what you want but will come say ‘hi’ anyways’ wave.

And with that crashing through her head, Liv walked slowly forwards to the woman. Olivia stopped a distance from her not wanting to approach to impulsively in thinking the woman was safe, but not far away to not be heard now. “You’re not one of them?” she questioned defenceless and wishing immediately she had some kind of weapon on her person right now just incase this stranger left for her jugular anytime soon. “Olivia” she gestured to herself, “I don’t bite...” tasteless joke from nerves. Not the best way to start Olivia...Pathetic wave and ridiculously bad joke under the circumstances.

[Sidney Rizzo]

Sidney had been on her own for a good while now and quite honestly that didn't bother her at all. Times like these, you couldn't get used to becoming attached to those around you, since tomorrow they could be dead or even come back and try to bite your tits off. Sidney liked her tits so she wasn't all too favourable of that idea. She bumped into a redhead, she was alone to and looked...sorta helpless maybe? “You’re not one of them?” she asked. Sidney raised a brow "No shit?" she remarked, a smirk playing her lips before properly answering "Nope, i'm perfectly...normal, whatever the fuck that means." she shrugged some, what did it mean now?

“Olivia” she gestured to herself, “I don’t bite...” she added. Sidney stifled a chuckle, she extended her hand out to the girl "Sidney, and I bite on the occasion, but don't let that scare you off." She crooned playfully. The brunette shook her hand before dropping hers back to her side. She gestured at the redhead "I notice you have no weapon. Unless you've got some kind of superpower, like blowing out your ass... I don't think you're going to get very far...or further then you already have." She said, dipping her hand into her jacket and pulled out a small handgun. She handed it to her "I haven't fired it yet, you've got 6 in there...use them wisely." Sidney smiled.

She dipped her hand into her jacket, taking out a pack of cigs. She popped one in her mouth and offered the pack to Olivia, before lighting up and taking a deep drag. Exhaling some of the smoke she asked "So, where you headed?"