Alright heres a starter im impatient.
//TW heavy gore//
The date is February 1st, 2018. The time is 1 AM. About an hour before the disease reached the public and possibly your character. People in the country are most likely to get reached last, let alone know about it at all. It's cold and winter was rather rough and long this year around so it was just starting to warm up.
News of a cannibalistic disease has spread countrywide but the severity of it has yet to be released and is thought to only be in contained environments.
Jesse Nadhi stands in a dimly lit underground room with a crowd of people hollering and shouting, leaning over the railing surrounding some sort of fighting ring and placing their bets. Using money, drugs, animals, cars, etc. as their currency. The walls around her are made of concrete, including the ceiling. The floor of the ring was made of dirt, the concrete stripped from the square. She stares at a rectangular ring about the size of an average living room with two barred cages on either side of the ring.
The metal bars rattle as two large animals scratch at and bang their bodies against the railing as they try to get out, deep growls and barks coming from inside.
The stench of sweat, drugs, smoke, dust, and dirty animals fills the room and Jesse's lungs. Though she doesn't react, as she's used this.
Jesse turns away at a loud bang, the metal clanging and scraping at the concrete. Two huge dogs lunge out at each other from across the ring, their paws beating at the ground and their claws at one another.
She makes her way towards the edge of the wall and opens a large metal grey door, rolling up the sleeves of her dull green and black flannel from her wrists to just below her elbows, ready to get her hands dirty if need be.
The second she walks into the room, she's greeted by two men. One is a large man a few inches shorter than her with brown hair and a thick beard and mustache. He wears a heavy winter coat with fur lining the hood and his hair is swiped back as if he was trying a little too hard to look intimidating.
The other man was of similar stature but just a little lighter with lighter brown hair.
"Who are you?" the larger of the men asks Jesse. To which she doesn't reply to his question. Instead, she looks to their waists, then to their faces. "does anyone else know you two are here?" she asks, looking down at the both of them.
Jesse's voice is low, scratchy, and threatening. It seemed as if she couldn't care less about what she was doing. As if this were routine for her. With German being her first language, most of the time when she speaks English she misses a few syllables or conjunction words for the English language. It's very obvious that it's not her first, or honestly even her 3rd language, and often she's not easily understood.
The men furrow their brows, looking at each other and then to Jesse. They say nothing, not wanting to give out any info if it meant it could compromise them. But they just gave Jesse exactly what she needed to know.
"Good" she replies, stepping around them and towards the desk they stood in front of. Confused, they look at each other, shrugging before reaching for their weapons and facing their bodies towards her.
"I would not do that if I were you," she says, setting a loaded pistol on the table calmly.
"Yeah? And why not? Two of us, one of y-" The dark-haired man's voice is interrupted by a loud gunshot, ringing throughout the concrete room. The man almost jumps out of his skin before he turns to see his partner fall to the floor.
(gore here below)
His limp body lay on the dirt floor, blood leaking out of his skull and onto the ground beneath. An exit bullet hole was more than just visible in the middle of his face, his nose blown clean off, along with his upper jaw, the lower part laying almost fully severed on the floor shattered teeth particles scattered around, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
Jesse stands there, gun still on the table. She didn't shoot him. So who did?
Heels click along the floor as a tall, slim woman steps into the room, a gun in her hand. The first thing he notices is her short dark red hair slicked back and her black winged eyeliner.
The woman wears a black blazer with looking to be nothing underneath, only the bottom two buttons being buttoned up, showing a good bit of cleavage. Her top is paired with dress pants, large-heeled boots, and black gloves. She looks at Jesse and winks at her "Missed me?" she asks as she shuts the door behind her with her hip.
Jesse picks up the gun and shoots the man in the chest as he's distracted and confused. He falls to the ground, gasping for air now and reaching for his gun with one hand, the other on his chest, trying to stop the blood.
The woman kicks the gun on the floor aside and steps over him, letting him lay there and suffer.
"Zander…about time you got here," Jesse says to her, her eyes narrowing down on her as she sits on the side of the desk, looking up at Jesse. "mm i wanted to make you wait just a little bit hun" she says with a teasing smile.
Jesse rolls her eyes and holsters her gun. "I've got the files I need. We need to get out of here" she says, stepping around the desk and looking down at the man.
"finish him off. I was told to get something from the back" she says bluntly. Zander slips off of the desk and runs her hand along her arm "alright. Lets just be quick. Ive got a bubble bath waiting for us at home" she says with a wink.
Jesse sighs that sounds nice she thinks to herself before they head to the back.
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(little skip bc I don't want this to be too long)
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Jesse closes the tailgate of her big, black Ford truck, a large brindle-patterned Cane Corso lays unconscious in the metal kennel in the bed. She looks down to her arm, covered in blood, bite marks, and dried saliva she had gotten from getting the dog from the kennel out to her truck.
With a heavy sigh, she hops into the driver's side and pulls out of the driveway, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on Zander's thigh as they make their way home.
She turns on the radio, trying to switch the channel but all of them are the same.
Cannibalistic virus spreading across psych wards across the nation
different channel
virus
different channel
deadly disease contained
different channel
13 assumed dead
What is this shit?
Zander rests her head on her palm as they drive down the bumpy dirt road leading to the trailer park they live in, her brows furrowed at the radio in confusion.
Once the truck is parked next to a large tan and white RV. They step out and round the vehicle to the back, opening it and picking up the body of the dog, setting it next to a tree in their cheaply fenced-in backyard, tying it to the tree with a thick chain, a control collar already resting on its next. The dog's chest rose and fell with its soft breaths.
"thought it was dead for a second" Jesse jokes to Zander, who was out of breath "Dead or alive, that horse is heavy as fuck" she complains before making her way into their RV.
Jesse follows, she shuts the door behind her before Zander slips out of her clothes and into a white tank top, slipping her holster off her hip and setting it on the nightstand, plopping down onto their queen-sized bed, looking to the clock, it read 2:30 am
The hospital is cold and the air is thin as it flows into Min-Hyuk's lungs, stinging his nose. The smell of medicine around him makes his skin itch and the sound of his mother wheezing rhythmically makes his stomach turn over.
His painted black nails run over the skin on his arm, over the red mark it's created. The dead skin is lifted and serrated and blood threatens to break through.
Min-Hyuk turns away from the window of the hospital and to his sister who sits next to the bed, holding her mother's hand and reading a book.
Her voice is soft with a smooth pitch to it whenever she reads the vowels from the page in Korean. Occasionally Seo Hyeon looks to her mother and smiles softly, wiping black and grey strands of hair from her face.
Their mother has a name tag on the end of her bed frame that reads Yoori Youn. A beautiful name to match the smile she gave her daughter.
Min-Hyuk takes a deep breath and sits beside the bed on the other side of her, now sitting across from his sister. His eyes focus not on his mother but on the flowers that lay beside the bed on a small nightstand. The colors are too much and the water in the vase beside the outlet makes him anxious.
He knows the men are going to be here any second to take him away. Blood stained his shirt underneath his hoodie and he smelled awfully like a campfire and burnt flesh. So why did he stay in his seat, focusing on what texture the petals of his mother's flowers were while he resisted the urge to tell his sister to shut up and stop reading that boring ass book.
He needs to leave. To get out of here.
They're coming for me.
They're coming for me.
They're com-
"Min-Hyuk?"
His mother's voice calling his name snaps him out of his thoughts. A string of hope pierces his chest as he takes in a sharp breath, his gray eyes locking onto hers.
"Hm?" he asks, confused now. His brows furrow.
"Is that your name? My daughter was just telling me about you. Are you her friend from school? Oh, when she first started college I just knew she'd make a lot of friends. She's so sweet"
And with that, his heart sinks…
Min-Hyuk smiles and nods "Oh…yeah that's my name." he says quietly, his voice trying not to break. He clears his throat.
He feels a hand on his own. His mothers.
Her skin is thin and her bones are frail. Her hand is shaky but she squeezes it firmly. "what's wrong lovely?" she asks him, her brows furrowed with concern.
Min-Hyuk shakes his head "oh I'm sorry. Spring is coming up. My allergies are kicking in early this year.” he pauses, swallowing the lump in his throat “anyway, uhm yeah i went to college with her. I graduated a few years back" he lies "I wanted to come with her to see you today. I hope you don't mind that" he asks
She scoffs, shaking her head "Oh of course i don't mind. You think you two could sneak me out of here? I hate being stuffed up in this room with nothing to do but read a book!" she gives a weak laugh.
"You'll get out of here soon momma." Seo Hyeon says with a soft smile, leaning towards her just a little. Her long hair falls in her face before she sweeps it back out of the way. "and when you do, we can cook together and i can take you to the new park down the street! It'll be amazing. I promise" she says, holding her pinky out.
Min-Hyuk blocks out any more conversation and looks back out of the window. He knew since they were family he was allowed in here so late at night. But he felt like he should leave. Like he's waiting for security to kick him out any second now.
Was he even considered family anymore? His own mother failed to remember him. What was his purpose of being here?
Min-Hyuk stands, the chair making a sudden scratchy noise as he pushes it back, making them all jump and look to Min-Hyuk.
"sorry I'm going to use the restroom real quick," he says to them, giving his mother's hand a small squeeze before letting go. He quickly slips around the corner out of the room and makes his way down the hall, nodding to the nurse at the front desk before stepping outside
Min-Hyuk shoves his hands in the pockets of his red hoodie to grab out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
Lighting it, he looks up into the sky as he watches the white clouds roll in, He looks down from the sky and to the road in front of the hospital, then out a little further to see the blurred lights passing by on the highway as he puts the cigarette to his lips. He takes a deep breath in, letting the bitter smoke fill his lungs and warm his chest.
Exhaling, he watches the smoke fill the air around him, not bothering to wave it away. It makes his eyes water and sting a little but it calms his nerves more than anything else that he's tried. Maybe he wasn't on the right medication. He didn't know, nor did he care enough to find out. Min-Hyuk more preferred simple, temporary fixes instead of long ones. As he knew he wouldn't live much longer.
Through the smoke, Min-Hyuk sees flashing red and blue lights and panic rises in his chest. He freezes in place, looking blankly at what he quickly made out to be a police car.
"Shit" he curses before dropping the cigarette and bolting around the corner before the cops get out of the vehicle.
His pulse quickly rises and he feels it in his ears, the blood thumping in his head along with his heartbeat. He runs as fast as he can around the building, hoping to go around and come back into the hospital. It would be much easier to evade anyone inside of a building. The trick was getting inside.
Soon he stops in front of a door to the back and a latter beside it. He quickly twists the handle to the door-or attempts to anyway. But finds himself jerked down to the cement.
"Min-Hyuk Youn. You're under arrest for the murder of Nathaniel Hayes. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can-and will be used against you in the court of law"
