Fear and Loathing

Celaena didn’t know where she was.

Not that that was anything new though. When she began travelling with her sister, she was never the one who looked to see where they were. All she knew was that the last place they were at was in Indiana and that was a month ago. Where was her sister anyway? Celaena didn’t know when they had gotten separated. She whipped her head from left to right, eyes frantically scanning her surroundings. All she saw was buildings and zombies. A lot of zombies. But then again what was there to be expected? She was in a city and cities always had a lot of zombies. This was why she preferred small towns.

She ran in any spot she could hide and move through, careful to not be seen from eyes of the dead. She silently ran down an alley in between two big buildings with her scythe bouncing slightly in her hands along with her backpack. Dead end. Celaena kept looking around and wanted to curse but didn’t in case it would attract unwanted attention. She heard a moan come from somewhere behind her and felt her breath hitch at the sound. She needed to find a way out of there quickly or else a deadun would spot her. And when one deadun spotted her, it would signal to all of its other freaky little undead friends. Hey, look guys! Fresh meat! Celaena didn’t feel like being anyone’s lunch nor did she feel like wasting a bunch of her time and energy in a fight when she could be using that time and energy to find her sister.

She spotted an old rusted employee door to some warehouse and tried to open it, only to find it locked. She made a noise of anger and frustration and let her impatience get the best of her by slicing the doorhandles off. Along with a part of the wall that had already been deteriorating slowly. She kicked the door open, causing a loud crash! She groaned in aggravation and hit herself in the face, “F*ck.” No doubt that she was going to regret that later on.

And she surely did when she was in the middle of an empty garage lot surrounded by zombies.

Celaena breathed in deep and exhaled slowly as the first wave started running towards her. Her mind turned to a blank slate and she opened her eyes coldly as she readied herself. In a matter of seconds the first few zombies laid dead (well deader) at her feet as she swung her scythe in agile precision. She heard a faint round of bullets being released but she couldn’t care. If anything, she was just relieved to have less zombies to kill. Celaena sliced one down and she was glad that her scythe was deadly sharp and comfortably light in her own hands. But then again it should have been since she was the one who made it after all. She made her scythe when news of the outbreak first started spreading throughout the world.

“Laena, baby.” Her mom had called out to her from the living room while she was moving from her own room into the shop.

“What’s up mom?” She asked back as she stopped in her tracks as her mom looked back at her from her position on the couch. The news had been playing and grotesque images had been shown on TV.

“I want you to go and make somethin’ to protect yourself, you hear me? I don’t like how everything’s goin’ on right now and wanna make sure that you’ll be safe, mk? Now go on now. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, mom.”

So having been finished watching Soul Eater, of course she had to make a scythe. And it was the most beautiful scythe ever with it’s deadly sharp blade that could decapitate a head off in one second. But it wasn’t enough to save her mom. Celaena regretted things in her life but she didn’t regret doing what she needed to in order to survive and neither did her mother.

This was why she called herself Reaper.

Her specialty was slicing up flesh and reaping souls of the dead with her scythe, hoping that they go to a better place. She knew that the things that she killed used to be people just like her too. People who had had a life, a family, and people who cared about them. But telling herself that they’d go to a better place was just her lying to herself. There was no other place than death.

One zombie managed to jump on her back, trying to gnaw at her neck while another grabbed hold of her leg. She elbowed the one that was piggybacking her and threw her head back to hit it’s soft skull with her own hard one. She turned around and sawed its head off a clean slice and cut off the lower half of the zombie that was trying to take a piece out of her leg, kicking it off of her. She wasn’t no drumstick to be fed on thank you very much.
There weren’t many zombies left but she still felt the prey instinct in her feel like there was another presence. Feeling the predator come out in her, she raced to another body with flaming hair in a lust for blood, and seized her scythe’s blade around it’s neck, almost cutting when she realized something was off.

Familiarity.

OOC: i'm sorry that there is no scroll ;-;

Celaena’s eyes widened and the grip on her scythe faltered as shock registered, seeping and coursing through her veins. She took in the familiar red hair to the confused expression along with the gun that had fallen from her hands. She looked the girl up and down, not ready to believe that this girl was actually Kory. Celaena was sure that her (ex?) girlfriend was dead, she had to be. Barely anybody had survived. Yet there they stood, both alive and breathing. Dirty and injured, but alive.

“Kory.” The girl breathed as a lump started to form in her throat. How long had it been since they’d seen each other? It felt so so long. Celaena had almost forgotten what the other girl looked like no matter how impossible she would’ve thought back when they were together in Chicago. But now as she stood in front of her, she recognized familiar eyes and the same spark in her eyes although maybe they were fueled with the need to survive rather than the desire to steal. Celaena could understand that need.

Celaena’s mouth opened and closed slightly for she was at loss at what to say. What do you say to someone who you thought you was dead? What do you say when that person was somebody who you had devoted yourself to only to find that the government f*cked up and you were separated?

A hand wrapped around her foot and Celaena looked down and hacked the remaining zombie with her scythe in one swift motion. She looked around the garage lot with eyes narrowed, just to see if there were any more zombies left that they had to deal with. There were a couple further away that Celaena had previously dealt with but she had removed their legs so their upper torsos were just sliding against the ground, trying to reach the two of them. She turned her attention back to Kory and her breath hitched because of the reminding shock that was yeah Celaena, she isn’t dead.

“You um,” Her voice cracked. Celaena coughed with a light blush on her cheeks as she averted her eyes and gripped the scythe by her side (now away from her neck) as if it would give her the strength to not make their reunion so awkward. “You look good.”

Despite the really maybe awkward situation they had stumbled upon each other in, Celaena couldn’t help but crack a smile at her girlfriend’s response. She rolled her eyes and her lips twitched up in a sort of grin though she bit down on her lip. God, that was such a Kory-like response. Celaeana let out a small laugh that had something else behind it, a ball constricting in her throat as she held onto her scythe even tighter. For a moment it felt like nothing had change between them and they were back in Chicago even though the reality was the entire opposite. The only similarity being that they were together again.

“That explains why you look like a dying fox then.” She replied. She bit back the last word that had threatened to spill out of her lips. Vixen. Celaena felt that if she said that then something would shift. Well for one thing she would probably cry and in no way did she want to cry right now, surrounded by a bunch of zombies. But it was bound to happen anyway since the ball in her throat was growing tighter.

Celaena dragged her eyes back to Kory again. She registered the dried and fresh blood on the redhead’s face, a majority of it not being hers which was a miracle in itself. She looked down at her own shirt and hands which was also covered in blood as well as other bodily fluids. She internally gagged at it but couldn’t help but find the situation a bit funny if not tragic.

“At least we match.” Celaena joked weakly, gesturing towards their blood stained clothes and faces. They were no doubt both covered in dirt and sweat as well. When the world turned into a sh*t storm, personal hygiene and showers weren’t really a priority anymore.