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Miserybiz:
Blood, pain and jello
I pressed my palm against the glass door and squeezed through, closing it as quietly as physically possible behind me. Directly in front of me was the main dining hall. Its doors stood wide open although a closed sign was in plain view. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? I walked in, blood stained the far wall, every single chair was over turned and there was a body face down in the middle of the room, a knife in its back. Bad thing... this was defiantly a bad thing. Looking around it was plain there was a struggle here, but no one was to be found. I pushed the body over with my foot. I didn't know this man, but judging by the fanny pack he was a tourist. Closer inspection found that it was stuffed with money. Mostly twenties... Idiot...

I left him there in a pool of dried blood to rest in peace with his cash. I had more important things to attend to. Mostly my growling stomach... it pushed me onward, through the carnage of the dining hall to the kitchen beyond... ah the kitchen, right now it was my personal promise land. What wonders awaited me within? Hopefully the refrigerators still worked. I would make myself a salad like no other. Yes, a salad. Don't judge. If you were in my position would you be craving meat of any sort? I think not. I stepped into the sterile kitchen. It was such a contrast to the dining hall, as if it hadn't been touched though out this entire thing... strange. My eyes wandered from one corner to the other, over vast collection of stainless steel containers until they at-last settled on the gleaming silver refrigerators at the far end. My god... what was that? A small green light was flashing on the front of them. They were still working! HALLELUJAH! I crossed the fairly sizable kitchen in the blink of an eye and threw the refrigerator doors open. Of course, my life sucks right now so the fact that a frozen body fell out was only to be expected... Why did it surprise me? Because it was a body... in the fridge. Who hides in a fridge and dies in there? I kicked the dead chef in the face. Dumb ass probably ruined all of my food.

I don't know, I was hungry despite what had just happened. Can't risk eating that stuff though, that refrigerator smelled like dead guy. I turned my attention to the one next to it, of course, this one had nothing but deserts, empty carbs. Just my luck.
So that is how it went, I spent two hours, picking nuts out of pecan ice cream, trying to get as much nourishment as possible. It was a lot of work, finally I just started eating Oreo crumbs... the breakfast of champions. Now, I regret to inform you that this is the most pleasant experience that I will have for the rest of my life. Meh. It is what it is. I enjoyed my oreos and ice cream.

Now you are probably thinking. Nicole, why do you bore us with such talk. Its pointless... I eat ice cream every day, whats the big deal?
Well, I only mention any of this because it is the beginning of the end. Fast forward an hour.

I sat in the dining hall, eating jello out of a tub with my bare hands. Not every one knows the exact moment when they doomed themselves to die, but for me. It was right now. A noise caught my attention, I got up, jello still in hand, and peaked out the door. Five or six the things were wandering down the hall towards me. What the hell, why had I not seen them when I came in... this is crap. Speaking of crap, the jello tub slipped from my hand and clattered onto the floor. Those things were running at me before I even realized that i was a world class retard. So I ran as well. I reached the door before them and pushed the handle... but guess what. My hands, still coated in jello slipped right off. It took me three tries to get that damn door open and by the time I did one of them was on me. It hit me hard, both of us tumbled out the door. It had me by the legs. I kicked at it, hoping to scramble away at the last second movie style...

But alas, this is real life. One of my kicks placed my leg right into its mouth, I knocked a few teeth out, but those it had left sunk into my skin. Right though my jeans. The pain or the fear, perhaps both... I don't know but something gave me the power to wrench my leg free of its grip and get to my feet. I ran, ran faster then is humanly possible I like to think. I mean, yeah I had been bitten. But who says that is a death sentence? I had never been a fan of zombie movies any way. I ran back to my pool side hut at the top of the hill and broke into the supply closet. Almost breaking my shoulder as I rammed the door down. Inside were towels, chlorine tablets and bleach... I grabbed a container of laundry bleach and poured it onto the bite, a full container of bleach, right into an open wound. I screamed in pain, so loud. Loud enough to wake the dead you could say. Surely they had heard that. The pain was so intense, I hardly had time to push a shelf over to block the door shut before I passed out.

Not sure how long I was out, a day maybe two. When i woke up the first time it was dark and I just fell back asleep... why bother being awake at all?

I had a very vivid dream that night... I dreamed of murdering who ever had invented jello.

Mr. Fox:
When I read the bite part I was like: "Ok, it's a good thing she died, that means I don't have to kill her myself." But bleach always seems to work...

Miserybiz:
What ever floats your boat yo.

Gnarly
When I finally did manage to get up my leg was killing me. Literally? I didn't bother to even look at it, instead I just wrapped a towel tight around it and made my way out side. The sun was high in the sky, the dead had been here while I was asleep, two more had fallen into the pool and drowned. I must have been out a long time though because they had wandered off. I don't think I could run with my leg like this.  Not sure what else to do I hobbled my way over to the pools life guard tower and climbed up. Looking around there wasn't much to see, but I stayed up there any way for a few hours. Long enough to see the ferry pull out of harbor... what. What the hell!

It honked its fog horn as it left, giving what was perhaps the worlds loudest middle finger to all the other survivors on the island. I was so focused on watching that thing float away that I didn't even notice the guy. He walked up next to the foot of the tower and just stood there. We both sat in silence for a while watching it go. "Bogus..." Is all he said. He was right, that was lame. You know, now that I think about it, my loud ass scream probably attracted the dock ones up here and let some one get to the ferry. It's hard you know, watching your only hope for survival floating away. That unnamed stranger and I drowned our sorrows in fruity alcoholic beverages from behind the tiki bar for a period of time. It was fine, just sitting there with some one else. Drinking and not really talking... what so ever. It's to bad the first words out of his mouth were.

"Whats that on your leg?"
My leg? I looked at it. Aw damn. Time to play dumb, maybe he was drunk. "A towel." I awnsered.
"And what's under the towel."
"Yeah I don't know. Its a mystery."
He bent down to look at it. "Your bleeding."
"Am not!"
"Then why is it all red and sticky?"
I blinked a few times as the man pulled a knife out of his waist band.
"Would you believe it was... strawberry milkshake?"
"No. Your bitten" He grabbed the towel and pulled it off my leg. Exposing my wound. "that's a bite mark."
"Oh you get the prize man, I didn't even notice that."

Its too bad he was having none of my crap. He leveled the knife at my chest. Said some stuff about killing me now, less problems later. We argued for a bit until he finally pulled back the knife and was about to plunge it into me. 'Wait wait wait!' I yelled something like that. Not sure of my exact words, may have been profanity but what ever. Point is he stopped, but only because I agreed to kill myself for him. I held out my hand, let me do it I said. Don't want to be murdered. What can I say, I must be a great liar because he handed me the knife. Tough luck pal. Now i have the knife and you sir are SOL. Any who, a few seconds later he realized what he had done and ran away. Just left me there all by my lonesome. I looked at my leg, I will spare you the details, but it was pretty gnarly. In a bad way. I tied a fresh towel around it and looked at the surroundings. I could think of literally nothing to do. All I wanted right now, more then anything was to lay down in a bed and just stay there.

Forever.

WhatThePumpkin:
Ooh~ This is interesting! Keep it up!

lubbies:
I've got the game and this... Is so much more kwl, l like it cuz its not all fairy tale happiness.

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