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Miserybiz:
(Zombies and what not contained within, based on dead island, a game i have yet to play.)

Post 1/ Prologue
SINKING FEELINGThe morning dew settled in the hallway as the sun broke over the horizon. The steamy tropical fog invaded the hotel, soaking into the carpet and marring the fine, very expensive art that adorned the walls. The pitter-patter of bare feet on the wet carpet grew in volume as a young girl made her way down the hall, for a brief moment you could see her sillouett in the fog as she dashed past the broken window. A few moments later about half a dozen more shadowy figures followed in her foot steps, chasing her like an over zealous cliq of tween fan girls trying desperately to lay a hand on the celerity of the moment. Only they were eerily silent, no high pitched screams escaped from their lips, just a haggered and uneven breathing. As they passed by that window they looked more like a herd of animals then anything that had once been human. Perhaps its better not to think of them as human any more... The girl whom they are chasing so adamantly had found this out quite some time ago, though she would prefer not to remember that moment. Best to forget, It's the only way to get by... and at this particular moment there is a more pressing matter to attend to then recalling the troublesome past.

A hand closed on a metal picture frame that sat on the receptionists desk. A picture of happier times. A time when having your picture taken with a loved one actually meant something. The girl pulled back her arms and flung the picture forward into the ornate glass doors of the hotel lobby, shattering them instantly. More of the thick morning fog poured in as the girl ran out. Shards of glass cut into her feet, but the human body has an amazing threshold for pain when you are running for your life. She ran onward, through the pain. After all, she could see her goal. Glimmering faintly in the morning light, a deep blue bike leaned against a palm tree. She grabbed the handle bars as she ran by, picking up speed before jumping on it and peddling hard. More shadows appeared in the mist, hungry to join the chase. She peddled as fast as her little legs would let her and didn't let up until she couldn't hear them behind her any more. By now she was far out of the resort and into the thick woods that bordered it. She slowed to a casual pace, if you didn't know any better you may think she was just out for a casual ride around the island. The fog was so thick in the woods that she could see nothing but the outlines of trees that bordered the dirt road. Standing up on the peddles she strained her eyes to see the way ahead, focusing so intently on the road that she never saw it coming. It hit her hard, knocking her to the ground and off the bike. Its hands grabbed at her as she scrambled to her feet. She saw it pick itself up and give chase. The girl panicked and broke away from the road, into the woods. More of those things staggered out from behind trees. It seemed every few seconds one almost got a hand on her. Had she not been so fast on her feet she would have been dead a long time ago. The cuts on her feet were full of dirt now, the pain was almost unbearable but if she thought about it, even for a second she would pay dearly.

Suddenly the forest opened up to a cliff edge. Below the sea churned as waves smashed into the rocks. The girl shrugged off her backpack and jumped onto the railing that ran along the edge. It was the only way... but she made a mistake, that girl looked down. She couldn't do it. There was no way she could jump now, it was too high. Fear, that all too familiar emotion held her in place as she stood there stupidly, the sea breeze whipping her mess of blond hair hair to and fro. No, she couldn't jump. She would just turn around, find another way, keep running... One of the dead begged to differ though. It lept at her and both of them fell from the edge toward the churning sea below. She looked up as she fell. At the thing that had tackled her off the edge, She knew its face. It had been a waitress at the resort... it had sung happy birthday to her just four weeks ago... The girls thoughts were interrupted as she hit the turbulent ocean. The thing could not swim... and here is an interesting fact. Neither could she.

How do I know all this? Let's start from the beginning... My name is Nicole, Nicole Thames. Today is the day I died.

Miss Wednesday:
FIRST!!!!!!!! GIMME MY COOKIE! jk I like pie. Epic story Misery =w= Dead Island <3

Monzta:
Thames? That's the name of a street unimaginably close to the place I live.

Miserybiz:
Tis also the name of a River.

Ferry Man
I sat by the pool side, my feet resting in the perfectly still water. Calming music came from the tiki bar behind me. Not many others were up yet. It was early but I enjoyed the time up here alone. I slipped into the pool and waded over to the far side. Glancing between the safety railing down a hill at the harbor bellow. I could hear the churning of the ferry engines as it pulled into dock. Off loading the latest batch of tourists. They laughed and smiled, parents took photos of their still sleepy children by the resort sign. Memories... The laughing was audible, even from my poolside perch on the hill above. I smiled, and then it all vanished.

Have you ever woken up behind the counter of a bar, with nothing but dirty rags for a pillow? I have, numerous times lately. I peeked over the counter outside, everything was perfectly still. This morning seemed just like any other. I stretched my aching limbs and walked past the pool, I wouldn't be swimming today. There was a dead body in there... Drowned by the looks of it. What a terrible way to go. Ignoring the body I walked to my usual place overlooking the harbor and that's when it dawned on me. I had just ignored a body, just walked past it as if it was nothing more then road kill on the street. What kind of world is this now? Not a world which I enjoy, that i can assure you of. I just wanted to get away but how. There was only one way on or off this island and that was the ferry... I looked at it longingly, it was still in harbor after all... but there was no way I would make it. When everything fell apart where do you think the entire island ran? The ferry. Where do you think they all died? The ferry... Perhaps forty of those things still wandered the docks, even if I did some how manage to get past them, I would still have to untie it, start it up and cast off before I got swarmed. Hell, that would never happen. I don't even know how to drive a boat.

Movement down below caught my eye, not the staggering movement of the dead but the hunched and quick movements of some one still alive. I watched as a man ran from a building towards the ferry. He made it, perhaps half way. I have to give him credit, he fought pretty damn hard but when you are literally buried under a pile of the living dead, its pretty much over. I watched as a boy ran out from the building, after his father. Luckily his mother ran out soon after and dragged him back in. The wailing boy attracted attention and dozens of the things appeared from every conceivable place. They poured out of buildings and from behind dumpsters like ants when you kick their mound. The mother grabbed her son and ran, three other kids ran out of the same building as well. Two of them followed the lady, one of them ran back inside and shut the door. Surely, all of them would be dead by nightfall. I couldn't watch. It was always sad to see people try for the ferry, whole groups had been slaughtered on that dock.

Turning away from the carnage below I returned to my tiki bar shack that now served as my hideaway and home. I picked up my backpack and slid my shoes onto my feet. I should probably sleep with these on, in case I have to wake up and just run some time... hopefully it wouldn't come to that. I'm terribly clumsy in the morning when I have just woken up. I stood up and bumped my head on a shelf, as if to reinforce this point. Cussing softly to myself I slid across the bar and looked at the massive resort complex below. I was hungry, and all the safe places had already been picked over. Only one place left to get food now. It was time for me to make an epic and highly risky journey to the kitchen. You think i'm joking? Well i'm not. Trust me, it would be a miracle if I make it back alive. Well, alive-alive. Not dead-alive. Though the latter is more likely...

In hind sight I may as well have tried for the ferry... but you cant change whats done.

Mr. Fox:
Keep up the good work, can't wait to see more.

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