Blood orange melted into a golden late horizon, speckled with early stars. Mother nature overtook the barren abandoned streets taking, back what was rightfully hers. Blooming with florescent colours and diverse scents, flowers that were once contained in vases, were litter around the overrun broken down city. Leaves dance in the breeze singing mother nature tune with the harmony of the birds also singing along. Cars left toss to the side of the streets to rust under the scorching sun and the unforgiven rain. Rubbish overflowed out of bins and scatter on the streets as no one was there to collect it.
It should be one of the most peaceful afternoons known to mankind, yet the groans echoed throughout the not so empty streets. In daytime, they hide from the burning sun, only few dares adventure in the blazing light of the sun. Zombies, the undead, the flesh eaters who devour the bodies of human and the virus that spread like wildfire. Even in a few weeks, the whole city turned outside down into a dystopia stained with blood of humans and zombies.
Margent the city of the people was home to many cultures and beliefs now share a similar goal; survive the apocalypse. Skyscraper still loomed over the streets, glass somehow still standing, reflects the late sun. Most people tried to leave the city in a panic when zombies first started to arrive, but in the end it, they were herded to their death. Surrounding most parts of the city were piles of rotten corpses, many elders and children who weren’t fast enough. Well, is it better to die than turn into a zombie?
Only 3 weeks ago you would be barely able to see even one star in the city, yet now the city sky was covered in stars. Blues, pinks, and purples merge and twisted around the sky, oh what a sight to see. Many would die to see this sight, well I guess they did die, didn’t they?
Somewhere in the eastern side of the city laid a quite large plaza that still look brand new. Light stilled poured out of the large building, which in the dark city was very eye catching. Though most windows were black out making the light pouring out little to none. Inside were three human figures; a little girl no older than 8 years old, a man in his early twenties and well a robot no older than 3 weeks. Silly little tunes filled the empty plaza that still run with neon flashing lights and smells. Lavender soft hair cascade down the pale girl who skipped down the clean halls while singing the tune on the plaza’s playlist. One rule was pressed into her mind; never go to the first floor. Ever since day three, the first floor, it was pack full of zombies. The stairs and entrance to the elevator (first floor) was long destroyed.
“Elena, where did you run off to!” The voice of the robot echoed through the wide, white, long halls. Giggling with pure joy and malice, she continues to adventure deeper in the maze called the plaza. Facepalming himself as he tries and locate Elena in the hell hold, they decide to make their main base. Barely any of human wander near the eastern part of Margent as the hordes of zombies made it nearly impossible to walk around. So, they used the natural barrier of zombies from human; human could be even more cruel than the dead.
Reeking detergent that burned Elena’ nose, making her cover her face with her sea foam colour dress. While hiding in one of many way too clean shops, her hands shake uncontrollably and head twitches. It was just impossible for Elena to stand still for too long, but it wasn’t ‘safe’ in the building. So, it’s not her fault for running away when she was told to go to bed. She had too much energy to burn off, and sleeping when energy was a nightmare of itself.
Footsteps echoed on the marble floor throughout the complex even though it was very quiet. Elena could even hear her own heartbeat and breath! “When I find you are deep trouble!” A male voice rose making a small peep out of Elena. Shockley, the robot sounded just like another human, sweet like honey yet gruff. Big brother always said that it was cyborg meaning it part human, but it was a robot… right? Turning the final corner, dark forest eyes that were blazing meet soft grey eyes. “There you are Elena,” he sighed as he strolls up to the crouched girl.
“Why did you run away?” Elena could never comprehend how his voice could be so sweet and calming. Fire flicked out his forest eyes now looking lusher and shinning in the beaming white lights. Her heart always seemed to steady after his seeing his kind eyes and sweet voice. “I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t ask for apology; I ask for a reason.”
“I-I didn’t wanna go to bed,” Elena formed a pout, yet she made grabbing hands at the cyborg. Understanding what the young child wanted, he swooped her up easily and started wander back to her room.
“ELENA!” Another male voice rang around the plaza like an alarm. “Brother mad, isn’t he?”
“He was worried Elena he never be angry at for a little thing like this,” the cyborg grinned as he tickles Elena. “hahah, sto-haha-st-stop stop it!”
“She over here Cole.”
Cole rushed over to the voice of the cyborg to meet with his littler sister giggling with glee in the somehow warm arms. Slowly, a faint smile bloom on his face as he stole his sister from the cyborg and hugged her tightly. He gently threaded his finger through her silky strawberry blonde hair brushing all the knots that she made while running away. “One of these days you’re going to give me a heart attack.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve already done that,” she had the audacity to laugh in his face. “Come on Oakley,” Cole eyes wander to the cyborg who tower over him; Cole was pretty tall too. Oakley look over to the dark hair man who hairs was dyed purple at the ends. Gods he was so edgy. His white coat was stained with gods know what and his glasses still were pushed on his hair making rats nest in his hair.
“Coming!”
It was small and weird family, but it was family. A young adult who loved his sister and may be insane. Furthermore, a little girl who wanted to share her happiness. And lastly a robot with a human brain but that story is for another day.
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