Shattered Lines

Waking up

Happy Birthday, to you! Happy Birthday, to you! Happy Birthday, dear Olivia! Happy Birthday, to you! Woo...
When the song finished Olivia blew out the candles. Shes waited so long for her birthday this year and couldn't help but have fun. As everyone cheered, she sat back, blushing at all the attention. She doesn't normally get this much attention, so she was basking in it. This was her eleventh birthday, and her parents promised they could all go bowling afterwards. Her family loved to bowl, but rarely are they all in one place. She looked around to examine to faces sat all around her. Everyone she loved was here for her. All of them sat around the old chestnut table, its long oval shape was capable of fitting her whole family and more to come. Olivia sat at the head of the table. To her left was her mother. She was a fun person to be around and would always play with Olivia when no one else would. To her right sat her father. He was the kind of person who would stop everything he was doing to help his family, even if it meant losing his job. Both of her parents were of Irish heritage. Her mother had long, curly, bright red hair and emerald, green eyes that always seemed to sparkle when she looked at Olivia and her father. Her father had brownish hair and blue eyes, and the most Irish looking beard you could think of. Both her parents had a tannish-white skin color, Olivia's mother said it had something to do with where they came from. Olivia herself was a mix of the two respectively. Redish-brown hair and Heterochromia eyes. One Green, and one blue. Her hair was a mix of straight and curly. curving from the top down and twisting at the bottom. As Olivia's mother brought out a knife and one of those triangle spatulas that they used in pizza places, Olivia's father bent down to ask her a question. Well, my little olive, what-cha wish for? Olivia giggled. Dad! Said Olivia in a long teasingly annoyed tone. If I tell you, it won't come true! Olivia's dad looked back at her with a wide smile. I know, but I can't help but wonder! Hey, want to know what I got you? Olivia's dad reached behind the counter for a small box. Here, this is for you! Olivia opened the box with excitement and pulled up an olive-green sweater. Olivia gasped, she jumped up and hugged her father. Oh dad... thank you, thank you, thank you! Olivia's father chuckled as she immediately began to put on the sweater. It's a tad big. Olivia said. I bought it like that so you can grow into it, and you won't have to get rid of it anytime soon. said her father. Both of them hugged each other as tight as they could. Olivia's mother interrupted their moment with a question of her own. As cute as you look in it, what size piece would you like? The others would like some cake to. Hmm... Olivia sat and thought what a good size to ask for would be. Asking for too much would most likely get her a smaller piece but asking for too little could ruin the chances of getting a bigger piece. After some time. Olivia made up her mind and started to turn to her mother so she could respond... Olivia gasped in fear.

Her eyes were completely black. A Black tar like substance pouring out of every hole in her face. Olivia jumped back in shock. She turned to her dad for help. His eyes rolled back and began to secrete the same blackish liquid. They all were. Her grandparents, cousins, even her sister. They started to crawl toward her on all fours, all chanted the same thing. Wake up! Wake up! What? Olivia's thoughts trailed. Wake up? Why would they be? Suddenly her father lunged towards her with the force of an ox. She scrambles back and begins to run, all of them trailing behind her. As she and the black liquid mass, of what was once her family, run through the halls. everything is devoured by darkness. The black ooze stretching across the Victorian walls and the carpeted hall floor. As Olivia reaches the end the hall, she can see a large metal door. Having no other options, she opens it and sprints through. Shes...In a warehouse? Banging on the door she came through begins to fill the empty sounds. She quickly runs to the forklift parked on the other side. One...two, four, six. Eight rows, each four feet wide and sixteen feet long. Spaced apart at seven feet lengthwise and ten lengthwise. The forklift is a Hollow branded one. Max speed of twenty-one mph.

Why do I know that? What's happening? Her mind runs rapidly as she turns the key. What the?! When did I have a key? The door bursts open, and she slams on the pedal. The Mass starts to weave its way between the shelves. Olivia starts to count once more. One, the mass has grown and she knows that. Two, it includes everyone she knows know. Three, not just the ones at the party anymore. Four...

She woke up startled. Looking forward, all she could make out was the ground. Her head throbbed with pain, and her thoughts swirled through her mind. Looking around she noticed she was in her twenty-twelve, Volkswagen Beetle. She must have been knocked unconscious when she crashed. Olivia began to assess her situation. The road continued on for miles, not even another car could be spotted. She searched around for her phone, and eventually found it. Dead! Great, I'm in the middle of nowhere, and can't call for help. Olivia said as she started to figure out how to get out of her now wrecked beetle. She felt the car shift when she tried to open the door. That was when she realized that she was leaned against a wall of trees...