Post by Liz on Dec 5, 2009 19:35:24 GMT -8
What does it feel like.... when your insides begin to contract, expand and then explode? Does it hurt when your spleen and intestines rupture? When your heart beats right out of your chest? Does your flesh taste like a king's feast upon the lips of the undead?
Look Now
Now 1 | Now 2 | Now 3 | Now 4 | Now 5 | Now 6 | Now 7 | Now 8 | Now 9 | Now 10 | Now 11 | Now 12 | Now 13 | Now 14 | Now 15
Before death, silvery blonde hair fell down her cheeks. Bright white dresses allowed her to attend fancy parties. Play clothes gave her the chance to be a child, in a world she was born a royal. In her parent's minds, she was a princess. She wasn't spoiled, and she remained very humble despite how the world saw her. All she wanted to be do, was be herself and be with her parents for the rest of her life. She was happy.
As the days grew onward, much like they do, she grew into a lovely young teenager. Her silvery blonde hair falling along her back. This was the best and worst time of her life while still amung the living. One night, her parents went out to a party. They wouldn't be gone long and as she had school the following day, she was not allowed to attend. Laying in her bed, wide awake she heard the door bell ring.
As she opened it, her mouth dropped and her eyes widened. The police were there, and they had some horrible news. Her parents had been killed. The news devistated the teen and she locked herself away in her room. It wasn't long after, the world took a turn for the worse. News reports of the undead roaming the world, but the girl was not scared. The first wave of undead washed through the town. Unhappy with her own life, the girl tried everything to end it. Cuts along her arms gave off wiffs of blood, that drew in a small horde.
She ran at one, her blood mixing with their undead residue. As soon as contact was made, the horde backed away and left her be. She didn't understand... until about 24 hours later. Waking up, all her mind allowed her to think of, was food. She was hungry and she needed to feed. Extreme sadness washed over her, and tears, or what is thought to be tears, never leaves her eyes. Weeping, she crept into the shadows looking for something to eat.
-Info on movement and solitarity and tactics here-
Her hands, or fingers, had become longer almost blade like. After her first kill, they became stained with blood. It never even occurred to her how provocative her clothes were, but why would a Zombie care anyway right? Now she goes around, screaming at her victims and then eating them. She dies occasionally, but tries to call hordes before hand.
As the days grew onward, much like they do, she grew into a lovely young teenager. Her silvery blonde hair falling along her back. This was the best and worst time of her life while still amung the living. One night, her parents went out to a party. They wouldn't be gone long and as she had school the following day, she was not allowed to attend. Laying in her bed, wide awake she heard the door bell ring.
As she opened it, her mouth dropped and her eyes widened. The police were there, and they had some horrible news. Her parents had been killed. The news devistated the teen and she locked herself away in her room. It wasn't long after, the world took a turn for the worse. News reports of the undead roaming the world, but the girl was not scared. The first wave of undead washed through the town. Unhappy with her own life, the girl tried everything to end it. Cuts along her arms gave off wiffs of blood, that drew in a small horde.
She ran at one, her blood mixing with their undead residue. As soon as contact was made, the horde backed away and left her be. She didn't understand... until about 24 hours later. Waking up, all her mind allowed her to think of, was food. She was hungry and she needed to feed. Extreme sadness washed over her, and tears, or what is thought to be tears, never leaves her eyes. Weeping, she crept into the shadows looking for something to eat.
-Info on movement and solitarity and tactics here-
Her hands, or fingers, had become longer almost blade like. After her first kill, they became stained with blood. It never even occurred to her how provocative her clothes were, but why would a Zombie care anyway right? Now she goes around, screaming at her victims and then eating them. She dies occasionally, but tries to call hordes before hand.
Look Now
Now 1 | Now 2 | Now 3 | Now 4 | Now 5 | Now 6 | Now 7 | Now 8 | Now 9 | Now 10 | Now 11 | Now 12 | Now 13 | Now 14 | Now 15
Kills
Killed: 0
Been Killed: 0
Disclaimer: I do not own witches or any of the pictures on this page. My zombie is based on a Witch from L4D. Witches (c) Valve.
