C.C.W.U.S

part 1

⚠️Before you read this story I want you to be aware that this is a Zombie apocalypse story so it's gonna be gory!
There may also be NaUgHtY wOrDs so don't murder me. This is clean so there won't be any smutt ew. If any of y'all nastys sexulize my characters unless your my friend who one of the characters are based on (and I know who my friends are so-) yeah pls be nice in the comments, if u like if consider voting so I know whether to continue! And if u wanna keep reading pls follow! I have other stories I'm working so dw. Also I have to buy my own credit so I might be inactive, but if Ive been active on my other stories PLS SPAM ME!!! I RLLY WANNA FINISH THIS STORYY!!!! anyway I hope u enjoy, I don't proof read so don't make fun of me 😭 ON TO THE STORY!! ⚠️

Lights flashing…muffled screams…my vision hazy…
My eyes adjust to my surroundings, I glance around, then at my hands…what the…
Ok hold up is that- BLOOD?!!!
I feel sick to my stomach as if I’m about to throw up, yet I don’t, I simply pass out.
When I regain consciousness there’s more muffled voices, and I feel as though I’m being pushed on a cart, maybe a hospital bed?
I’m too scared to move.
“…We need to get her to med bay…ASAP!” I hear someone yell, almost as if they were all around me.
It’s hard to make out what’s going on..
“Rebecca!....hat did….say?! Me…Bay…n-” and then I pass out again.
When I reawake I’m still being carted around but this time I have a thick blanket covering me head to toe, and a blindfold over My eyes.
I sit up, ripping the blanket, that was supposedly tied down , with me. I pull of the blindfold too. What the hells going on, the bright light was too much, I had to close my eyes for a few seconds; I reopen them again and my vision was clear but so was the four shotguns being held to my head.
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I get thrown into a chair and hand cuff my hands to the table, like in one of those cop shows with the bright light to make you nervous. I don’t even know where I am, better yet, who I am!
“Hello miss… Lennox-? French blood line?” says a man in a suit and fedora.
“Im Australian actually- we just have a strange backstory-…” I reply in my funny half Australian half English accent.
Wait why did that come out so naturally… I didn’t even know what my name was 30 seconds ago.
“Very well…”; the strange man says in an uncertain voice. “I have a few questions for you…Miss Lennox, nothing too big…” he says sitting down in his chair, which might I add was in much better condition than mine.
He continues.
“Firstly, do you remember anything else? First name? Family origin? Where you lived before here??” he asks without expression.
“jeez buddy I’d love to know as much as- …you… First name Akane, it means Brilliant red in Japanese, my mother loved their culture and the- color red” I giggle but catch myself quickly.
“My family came from England but moved to Australia, still got an accent tho” I add trying to lighten the mood. “Uhm-.. uh..anyway I used to live in Nsw but moved to QLD….but I’m assuming this isn’t Australia at all or even England?” I say without thinking.
How do I know all this, is this really the truth or is my brain just coming up with random stuff??
“Correct- this Is America…you’ve come a long way… do you know why your hear… do you have a reason-?” the man asks almost as doubtful as I am.
America- Huh! Never thought I’d end up here-
“…ma’am?” The man murmurs trying to get my attention.
“Oh and I don’t why I’m hear, I know it has something to do with C.C.W.U.S and ‘ThE ViRuS’” I say In a mocking tone.
“but… C.C.W.U.S went down…9 years ago…heaps of patients died … all of them…died…” the man looks up at me In disbelief, but I’m off in my own world.
“you know, before this interview, I didn’t know anything but I and now I can suddenly remember that and anything else- give me a topic and I’ll rememb-“ he cuts me off.
“How are you alive?” he says with a hint of anger. His eye boring in mine.
“I- what do you mean?” I ask confused.
“You said you can remember anything, tell me why your alive? You were bitten 15 times and shot in the head.” He says with a terrifying voice, as if the calm, strange man had been sucked out and replaced with … this?
“I- I- was?! What the actual  dude! I should not be here right now I should be on the high way to hell watching tornado slugs get stuck to my windshield not here being interviewed my some shitswizler of a cop who probably sits and home all day watching neighbors with his cat because hes too lonely to make and real friends!” I yell, standing up but being restrained by the hand cuffs, I pull and rip at the chains;
Two masculine men with guns step in, to assess the situation.
“I need to get the fuck out of here man!” I scream, the men pulling out their taser’s.
Suddenly the table snaps in half and flys over their heads, the chains and cuff keeping me imprisoned glow bright red before melting off my hands without burning my flesh. I stare at the cops who were just as In awe as I was, suddenly I snap out of it and Run for the door which for me, was conveniently unlocked.
When I step out I slam the door behind me, I smash a chair and use the chair leg to barricade the door.
3 more men come racing around the corner to see what the noice was; either that or those other guys walkie talkies are to blame.
The men were about 4 feet away from me and I was running out of ideas, because I don’t know what happened in that room, but it sure as shit wasn’t gonna happen again now-
Within a second the 3 men were thrown across the room, they were unconscious
I hope. I think to myself before noticing a 4’9 girl with glowing green eyes stepping from around the corne; they fade back to their natural hazel color. She up to me and holds out her hand gesturing to shake it.
“the names Delilah, Delilah timbre, from Australia, Queensland, 16 years old…blah blah blah and some other shit, you know the drill, all those boring questions then the shocker, HoW ArE yOu aLiVe?” she says in a chirpy but jokingly voice.