I woke up once more, laying in a bed. My face planted on a large decorative pillow. I had been there for lord knows how long, but it was hurting my neck. I pushed the decorative pillow out of the way to get to the soft pillows below. I was so comfortable, I may never get up again. That sounds like a good plan. I just lay in that bed, looking at my reflection in the wall sized mirror that covered one wall of the guest rooms in the resort. I was such a mess, dried blood all over, dirt on my face. I looked so pale and I was pretty sure some of my fine black hair was starting to fall out. Sad, every one always loved my hair. I curled up into the fetal position with a sign. Brushing up against the wound on my leg by accident. A sharp pain shot through my body and I straightened out as if I had been shocked. I swear every single joint in my body must have popped. It felt good but the leg hurt so bad, I couldn't just ignore it any more.

Lifting up the covers, I peeled back the blood soaked towel and looked at it. The skin around the wound was starting to rot by the looks of it, black lines went about up to my knee. I could see them growing and spreading, or was that my feverish imagination? The bleach hadn't worked... or maybe it had and I was now dying from bleach poisoning... is that even a thing? Probably is with my luck. I held the covers over my head and had a soft cry as I resigned myself to die. When I finally lowered the blanket I saw a girl standing in the doorway, clearly I hadn't bothered to shut it when I came in here to sleep. She was  younger then I, her long blond hair was a mess and her freckled face was so sun burnt... we locked eyes for a few moments before she ran off, never saying a word. I looked at my leg again. Regardless of what I died from, I couldn't die here. What if I turned into one of them, what if I killed some one.

If you kill some one after your dead is it still murder? This was indeed a meta meta moment. I swung my legs over and climbed out of bed one more time. I took nothing but a blanket with me, wrapped over my shoulders. I glanced at every single mirror as I made my way out of the resort's guest housing. I probably looked already dead, my eyes sunk back so far into my pale face. When I reached the door the knee on my bad leg gave way and I stumbled. Knocking over a picture on the receptionists desk. I don't know why but I picked it up and placed it back where it had been. Pulling myself forward I wandered away from the building, past a shiny blue bike. I wanted to take it, to make walking easier but I couldn't get my leg over it. So I left it where it was as well and walked, perhaps fate was being kind to me for once because I didn't run into a single one of those things as I made my way out of the resort and into the woods beyond. I walked until my leg collapsed again, then dragged myself to the nearest tree. Leaning against it I closed my eyes. Tried to sleep but i'm not sure if I actually did. My brain was so cloudy, I don't remember any of my thoughts from that point forward. I just couldn't think. All I remember was sitting there, for what seemed like an eternity as storm clouds rolled in above me. Rain started to pour down. I don't know if or when I died. I was in a strange in between. For the longest time there was simply... nothing.

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.

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

Post 1/ Prologue
The 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.

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