I LIKE FOUND FAMILY AND MURDER MYSTERY TROPES ~~ MOST OF WHAT I WRITE IS OC CONTENT AND DON’T MIND THE OLD WRITING OR HERE I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING!!! 😖
I LIKE FOUND FAMILY AND MURDER MYSTERY TROPES ~~ MOST OF WHAT I WRITE IS OC CONTENT AND DON’T MIND THE OLD WRITING OR HERE I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING!!! 😖
The rain was gentle. Alyce could see each drop illuminated by the flickering fairy lights which she and Ollie had set up earlier. For once, in a long time, she felt safe. A complete, zombi-less, safety.
They climbed under the awning of an old and rusted barber shop. The two of them talked about life ‘before’ as they wrapped themselves up in all the blankets they could find. Ollie was her best friend, her ride or die; and she was his.
He had set up a fire, which they huddled around. The warm glow illuminated his face. “I wish we had some marshmallows!” She said. They both let out a saddend laugh. There hadn’t been any marshmallows in a long time. Ollie looked at Alyce with a small smile, “We’ve set up a pretty nice camp though. Nicer than the sewers, or that nasty pool locker room.” She giggled again. With what they had been through together, she couldn’t believe that they hadn’t known each other before the apocalypse. But now, they sat in the shell of what used to be a beautiful town.
Though she was the happiest she had been in years, a tear rolled down her cheek. Ollie looked at her with a pitiful expression. “We’ll see them soon, Alyce.” She smiled “I know, I just miss them. But, what if there isn’t anything after. What if everything is just gone.” His expression hardened, “There isn’t anything left for us here. Humanity is dead, and the world with it. We tried to overcome, but there was nothing we can do now.”
Alyce began to cry. She knew he was right, but how could it end like this? The zombies were gone for good, but why were they worse off without them? They were the only thing giving her a purpose; the only thing giving her hope. Now they were all gone, and there was nothing left.
All she wanted was to be with her parents again. She missed her sister, her elderly cat, her grandparents, and her life. She longed for her friends, the ones she had before and after the zombies came. She had been only 16 when it started, and now it had been so long she didn’t even know her own age. All the horrible things she had to do to stay alive, the people she had to kill. How could things end like this?
“You ready?” Ollie asked. She noticed he was crying with her. Everything she went through, she experienced with him. All of her pain, he took with him. She was his soulmate, and he was hers.
She gave him an awful, painful smile. “Yes, more than ever.”
The ruined town was more beautiful than ever. Vines grew around the old buildings, and those fairy lights finally stopped flickering. They were the only lights on in the world. The stars were heavenly, and she could see the Milky Way overhead.
The apocalypse had destroyed the world, and they were the only ones left alive. Ollie and Alyce brought out their handguns, said their goodbyes, and joined the ones they had lost. They saw something they hadn’t in a long time; hope. There was no more pain for them to ever go through again.
Cai creeped towards the bench Katy was on. She buried her head into her knees. Anyone would after have their feelings revealed as brutally as that. He struggled to to find the right words to say to her. “…Katy?” She let out a little squeak and held her breath. This would be the hardest thing he ever had to do. Maybe if he had realized how she felt, even confirmed his suspicions, this never would have happened. “So I… uh… listen. I’m sorry about everything. It was… horrible. I wish you were able to tell me yourself. But to be honest…” Katy’s head skyrocketed to meet Cai’s eyes. She uttered her words though hard sobs. “I know you love Boo… but I can’t help my my feelings.” A lump formed in his throat. The thought of loosing one of the only people who even truly understood terrified him. The silence pierced his thoughts as he struggled to find the right words to console her. He opened his mouth to speak, but was left as a gaping hole of emptiness. Finally, Katy spoke up, “I understand if you don’t want to be around me anymore. I said awful things about Boo and part of me doesn’t even feel remorse.” Cai spoke, almost yelling, words that seemed to come from nowhere. “I don’t want to stop being you friend! You’re one of the only ones I have!” As he spoke his throat began to burn. He supposed it was because he was about to cry. I couldn’t have been the tragically cold weather because in this moment he seemed to forget where he was. Katy brushed her hair out of her face with an emotion he couldn’t possibly understand. He always thought of himself as a genius but he never knew what people were thinking. Perhaps that’s why he felt so guilty. If he had spoke to her before maybe he could have stopped this from happening. Maybe he could of prevented their whole senior class from knowing. Looking back he felt stupid. How obvious was it? He wondered why he didn’t have many friends even though he always managed to screw everything up. This was probably why he invested all of his time into getting some sort of new knowledge. He craved the feeling of contentment. The one where he wasn’t confused about what was happening. As he sat on the bench next to Katy, he realized that this false peace he had kept in his head was only destroyed by a feel hole in his heart. Cai couldn’t understand what Katy was thinking l, but when she gave him a hug he knew that things between them would be okay. He knew they would interact how they always did once again. Still, it would be awhile. But Cai knew Katy was someone he could always trust, and he would work hard so they would be friends once again.
It had been 15 years since the sun had last risen. Summer was a as cold as winter. Yet, it was not as cold as humanity’s future.
Ever since that day, the people of earth had been living with the lights off. The evil people no longer worked in the shadows, because one large shadow had consumed the earth.
15 years ago, Nimue Kratos made a deal with the moon god. Before that deal, her name was Alexopoulos, which was not righteous at all. The only thing she wanted since she was young was power. Everyone she knew looked down upon her; even her own parents. She always wanted to be a queen and god dammit she was going to get what she wanted.
For two years she worked to create a ritual to summon the lord of the night. Once she had succeeded, they offered a deal to her. She would have rule over the whole damn world if she traded her soul to them. If she gave them her soul, they would have enough power to destroy the sun god forever. Then Nimue would have absolute control.
Nimue knew what she wanted and didn’t give up. As she now looks up at the start sky she remembers the days when there was light. Was it really worth it? How many lives had she ruined. Unfortunately, it was too late to feel bad. She had already sacrificed her parents for this new world that she helped to create.
Nimue knew that one day karma would come and bite her straight in the ass. But that day had not yet come, so she would abuse every bit of power she had. She had already destroyed the earth. Hell, she had really destroyed the whole solar system. But thinking back on her question, she could confidently say it was worth it. Every day until her miserable death would prove that. She was a bitch after all.
The hands of death are cold. Cold like the sweat trickling down my neck as I think about how no one will ever know what really happened. No one.
The weather was perfect today. Even though I felt as if I were being watched, I was happy. That’s unusual for me. I ate a nice breakfast and visited my therapist Wendy. As I took a walk in the nice weather I noticed my shadow skipping. I wasn’t skipping.
Many people have told me I’m crazy. That might be true. All of this might be a vision in my mind. But if that were true, why do I feel the lights in my eyes fade as mothers escort there children away from me.
That’s not what I was doing. My shadow isn’t working right. My therapist Wendy told me that there was nothing wrong with my shadow and I should come back when I have a real problem. The fumes of her cigar suffocated me. Suffocating, that’s ironic. But in a way that no one will ever understand.
I went to the park to reflect on this strange occurrence. That’s when shadowy form took hold of my neck. It had a firm grasp. Just like how my grandfather tought me to do a handshake. I miss grandpa. He was strong, but not strong enough to beat death. I won’t be able to beat it either. My shadow is tightening his grasp. I’ll be meeting the reaper soon. I always wondered what God looked like. I’ll take my last breath and be on my way. It’ll be called a heart attack in the paper. What an odd day. I cant wait for tomorrow.
My sister Jodie is a demon from hell. I’m not sure why, but she hates my guts. She always lets me know how much she hates me. But I never thought our little fights would escalate this much. For context, let’s travel back to one of the very few times something she said actually hurt my feelings.
It all started when I was leaving school one day. After I got all my things I walked outside to the front of the school. Awhile later and she still hadn’t come out. I was getting annoyed at this point so I marched over to the middle school section. I went down to the 6th grade lockers to see Jodie goofing of with her friends. I banged on the door of her locker and obnoxiously cleared my throat. “Hello?” I said, ”I’ve been waiting for about 20 minutes and you STILL haven’t gotten your things!” Jodie looked angry, almost like a demon. “Shut up, I don’t need you to boss me around! I can walk home by myself!” At this point I was furious and decided to embarrass her. I looked over at the boy next to her. “Jodie, mom said you can’t have a boyfriend until your 15.” This made all her friends burst out into laughter. I know it wasn’t a nice thing to do, but she was being a pain in my neck. She grabbed her things, kicked me hard in the shin and ran up the stairs and out of the school. I picked up the pencil pouch that had fallen from her open backpack and followed her out the school.
I was satisfied with myself as I watched her stomp down the pavement. “I hate you!” She said. I scoffed, “Yeah I haven’t forgotten.” “NO!” She interrupted me, “Why cant you just die,” I knew she didn’t really mean it, but upset me and I don’t know why. “You don’t mean that,” I said and walked away.
Just like a cold I became immune to this insult. Almost everyday she said thins. I know she didn’t really mean it. But she might have, who knows.
Earlier today Jodie wouldn’t come outside again. Just like before, I went down to her locker. This time I overheard something I could not believe. The boy that I had used to embarrass Jodie spoke. “I found my dad’s shotgun, you guys wanna go to town and shoot out peoples tires?” Everyone in the group, including Jodie, agreed. That’s when I sprung into action. “JODIE!” “Oh my god, what do you want?” She growled. “You’re not doing that.” “Are you my mom? Leave me alone.” I grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the school as she continuously punched and kicked me. “I hate you! I wish you were dead!”
I knew she didn’t really mean it.
Later this afternoon I heard our mom gasp. I was doing my homework and Jodie was watching the TV. “Jodie that group of friends you hang out with just got in trouble with the police! They were found with a shotgun. Did they ever ask you to come with them?” Jodie looked at me, “yeah…” “Baby… I’m so proud that you didn’t go.” Then she ran and gave her a huge hug. I grabbed my binder and went to do my homework on the back porch.
Later Jodie joined me. “I guess you were right,” she said. “Yeah…and?” “That makes me feel guilty.” “Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad your safe.” “Yeah… I tell you to die a lot.” “Yup. But I have a question, did you ever mean it?” “Once, yes. But only once.”
If knew even then she didn’t really mean it.
“Oh… when was that?” I asked. “Today, when you pulled me out of the school. Thats why I feel guilty.” “Because you meant it?” “No… because you were right.” “You didn’t feel bad about meaning it?”
That’s when I noticed her digging in her backpack. I was horrified when I saw what she had. She pulled one of mom’s ‘untouchable knives’ out of the bag. I never thought she really meant it. But I guess she did. Looking back I guess I should have seen the signs.
