Post by blue on Oct 4, 2005 23:14:18 GMT -5
Background: This begins after Jim sets Mailer loose, gets hurt, etc... Any specific places are fictional, but the larger general areas (ex. Manchester) are real. No worries 
Chapter 1
Images swirled through Jim's mind, pictures of death and destruction, sickness and sadness. He could hear screams, wails of pain and terror. All mixed together, and then there was nothing. Darkness came. Nothing but black, and silence. Jim suddenly heard footsteps, and the beat of the steps against the ground grew faster and faster, louder and louder, as the unknown being rushed towards Jim through the darkness. A grotesque face emerged from the black emptiness, a face thinned by starvation, with hollow pits for eyesockets, that were filled with the horrible eyes, the burning red eyes of the infected. Jim wanted to yell, run, do something, but he was paralyzed. He couldn't move. The infected came towards him and swiped at him in his midriff, and Jim could feel the warmth of his own blood, flowing out from the wound. He passed out into the darkness once more, the pain engulfing his senses. He couldn't breathe, couldn't see...
Jim... Breathe Jim, please...
What was that voice? Who is Jim? Where am I?
All he could see was a swirling mist, and he heard voices floating in the background. They were calling a name, sobbing and calling. But who? Jim? He didn't know Jim. He didn't know anything. He was just existing, in this calming mist, and nothing mattered. Yet the voices continued to call out, and he could feel breaths of air being pumped into him, filling his grateful lungs.
Jim, Jim
A voice awoke in the back of his mind.
Jim. You are Jim. Wake up...
The memories flooded back. He was Jim. Jim, the bicycle carrier. Those voices... Hannah... Selena. Selena, his love. They were calling him. He tried to open his eyes, and succeeded in opening them for a fast second. A small flicker. He saw the blurry outline of the women's faces, looking at him anxiously. He tried to call out to them, tell them he was ok, he could hear them.
"Hannah..", he mumbled, "Selena..."
He forced his eyes open again, and they focused on his surroundings. He looked at Hannah. She was standing to his side, clutching the folds of her red dress, her face shining, covered with tears. He shifted his head slightly, to look at Selena. Selena, his love, his savior. She was still sobbing, only now in joy.
"Selena..." he mumbled again, still groggy.
"Jim..."
She cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him. He remembered how wonderful it was to be with her, the warmth of her passionate kiss energizing him, giving his body life and meaning again. Her tears splashed against his face, but he didn't care, he was lost in the moment, and right now nothing mattered. After what seemed like a lifetime they separated, and Selena gazed into Jim's eyes. Those crystal orbs pored into her, transfixing her with that clear gaze she had so missed. Jim was back.
Hannah came forward after awkwardly standing by, and helped Selena prop Jim up against a pillow. Jim looked around.
"Where am I?... Where are we?" he questioned.
Selena and Hannah glanced at each other, then looked back at him.
"We're inside the West Manchester Hospital... You were shot, can you remember?" Hannah said softly.
Jim's mind strained to remember. He remembered gunshots, and screams. The sounds from his dream. He saw the soldiers.
Yes... The soldiers I killed. They had become infected... Then there was the pain...
Jim glanced down at his stomach, then back at Hannah.
"I remember." he said hoarsely.
"We brought you here as fast as we could. The fires in Manchester have died down after the rain, and there didn't seem to be any infected, so we got you here to try to save you. Selena deserves the credit, she did just about everything."
Selena still stared at Jim silently, still overcome with relief that her Jim was alive. She gave him a small smile, and he returned it with a grin that turned into a small wince. He touched the gunshot wound gingerly, then slowly got up from the bed and took a few shaky steps. Selena took his arm and steadied him, and he regained his balance. He opened his mouth to speak, when a cry cut through the silence, bringing terror into the hearts of the three motley survivors.
It was the cry of an infected.
It's my first attempt, so sorry if it's not as good as some of those other great works out there Hope you like it though.
Chapter 1
Images swirled through Jim's mind, pictures of death and destruction, sickness and sadness. He could hear screams, wails of pain and terror. All mixed together, and then there was nothing. Darkness came. Nothing but black, and silence. Jim suddenly heard footsteps, and the beat of the steps against the ground grew faster and faster, louder and louder, as the unknown being rushed towards Jim through the darkness. A grotesque face emerged from the black emptiness, a face thinned by starvation, with hollow pits for eyesockets, that were filled with the horrible eyes, the burning red eyes of the infected. Jim wanted to yell, run, do something, but he was paralyzed. He couldn't move. The infected came towards him and swiped at him in his midriff, and Jim could feel the warmth of his own blood, flowing out from the wound. He passed out into the darkness once more, the pain engulfing his senses. He couldn't breathe, couldn't see...
Jim... Breathe Jim, please...
What was that voice? Who is Jim? Where am I?
All he could see was a swirling mist, and he heard voices floating in the background. They were calling a name, sobbing and calling. But who? Jim? He didn't know Jim. He didn't know anything. He was just existing, in this calming mist, and nothing mattered. Yet the voices continued to call out, and he could feel breaths of air being pumped into him, filling his grateful lungs.
Jim, Jim
A voice awoke in the back of his mind.
Jim. You are Jim. Wake up...
The memories flooded back. He was Jim. Jim, the bicycle carrier. Those voices... Hannah... Selena. Selena, his love. They were calling him. He tried to open his eyes, and succeeded in opening them for a fast second. A small flicker. He saw the blurry outline of the women's faces, looking at him anxiously. He tried to call out to them, tell them he was ok, he could hear them.
"Hannah..", he mumbled, "Selena..."
He forced his eyes open again, and they focused on his surroundings. He looked at Hannah. She was standing to his side, clutching the folds of her red dress, her face shining, covered with tears. He shifted his head slightly, to look at Selena. Selena, his love, his savior. She was still sobbing, only now in joy.
"Selena..." he mumbled again, still groggy.
"Jim..."
She cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him. He remembered how wonderful it was to be with her, the warmth of her passionate kiss energizing him, giving his body life and meaning again. Her tears splashed against his face, but he didn't care, he was lost in the moment, and right now nothing mattered. After what seemed like a lifetime they separated, and Selena gazed into Jim's eyes. Those crystal orbs pored into her, transfixing her with that clear gaze she had so missed. Jim was back.
Hannah came forward after awkwardly standing by, and helped Selena prop Jim up against a pillow. Jim looked around.
"Where am I?... Where are we?" he questioned.
Selena and Hannah glanced at each other, then looked back at him.
"We're inside the West Manchester Hospital... You were shot, can you remember?" Hannah said softly.
Jim's mind strained to remember. He remembered gunshots, and screams. The sounds from his dream. He saw the soldiers.
Yes... The soldiers I killed. They had become infected... Then there was the pain...
Jim glanced down at his stomach, then back at Hannah.
"I remember." he said hoarsely.
"We brought you here as fast as we could. The fires in Manchester have died down after the rain, and there didn't seem to be any infected, so we got you here to try to save you. Selena deserves the credit, she did just about everything."
Selena still stared at Jim silently, still overcome with relief that her Jim was alive. She gave him a small smile, and he returned it with a grin that turned into a small wince. He touched the gunshot wound gingerly, then slowly got up from the bed and took a few shaky steps. Selena took his arm and steadied him, and he regained his balance. He opened his mouth to speak, when a cry cut through the silence, bringing terror into the hearts of the three motley survivors.
It was the cry of an infected.
It's my first attempt, so sorry if it's not as good as some of those other great works out there
Hope you like it though.
Mega thanks to Greenday for the awesome sig!!
