Trapped

Chapter 1

The wall. Barbed wire, Brick, graffiti. A once loved city with the constant bustle of tourists and the purposeful posture of the pedestrians walking determined and busily towards their glass cages, thinking of their release time in 4 to 5 hours. tiresome fingers typing away all day, voices scratched from too many ringing phones. We used to think work was this cage, now it's London.

Snow hair, ghastly skin and a hunger for...Chilli sauce. Well, we can only taste our food if it's absolutely, completely and utterly blisteringly hot. Ghost peppers now days are as hot as lightly spiced wedges. I remember the feel of the tidal wave of heat that would burst ferociously through the tunnel of my throat, tearing my cells causing a surge of tingling sensations to radiate through my body. A whiff of the breath stealing scents that sizzled my nostrils and tugged at my tear ducts as I stirred the pan, the merciless look of its dark bloodshot face that pierced the senses, sent from the devil himself to trick his ill-fated victims into a tragic electrifying experience that they will never forget, I sure don't. Now, it's the secret recipe to formulating my new diet...Brains.
The people in charge of us zombies are called Zcorp (Zombie cooperation of rising problems) personally I think it's quite cheesy, but they are probably the only reason we are still alive. 3 weeks ago, they decided to split us up; the pure and the risen, we each have a specific half of the city, but we can visit the other half it is just for living and business so that if the pure don't want to be near us they can stay in their half and if we don't then we stay in ours. Separated by a border that locks after 10pm, everyone hurries back to their side to protect themselves from those who make us unwanted. Armed with artilleries and a quenching thirst for our blood to be spread all over the floor, pouring red waterfalls out of the burrows that travel completely through our heads from the battering ballistic bullets which fire like falling stars. They stalk their prey that tremble as they walk aimlessly through the uncharted streets that never end... until they end. Always after dark they patrol for their stray to give some ecstasy to their life and to take their revenge. Which is why we stay away from the south side after curfew. The pure blame us for encasing them into the city, Zcorp built the treacherous wall over night with us all unaware till the morning, but it was too late by then there was officially no exit, no way out and no escape.

It's never been the same since discovery day.

Bang, Bang, Bang! Suddenly my front door flung open with such intensity that the hinges were too weak to keep hold of its partner leaving it to THUD onto the floor, like a dance lift gone wrong. I was just doing my normal morning routine before I go to work; Shower, brush my teeth and hair, eat breakfast usually brains on toast with ghost pepper butter and finally file my nails as it is a necessity now so that I don't accidently scratch someone because then our secret will be out and who knows what horrors could happen. Zcorp keep telling me to spray tan and dye, but what's the point I've already died! "put your hands in the air and don't move" the officer screamed at me. He was a very tall dark man, with neatly ironed blue uniform which was clearly worn with pronounced satisfaction. His soft wrinkleless hands grasped at mine as he swung my arm smoothly into a position behind my back which made my face grimace in pain and discomfort. At this point I was bewildered as to what was happening to me or my surroundings. My blood palpitated, almost exploding viscously out of my veins and arteries that began to enlarge on my forehead pulsing with every tug from the officer. Handcuffed, I was dragged ruggedly to the police car and thrown upon the seat. I stared at myself in the window, what a monster! My eyes were now becoming blood shot with pin like pupils that with one look could pierce into your soul. "Calm down. you need to calm down!" a voice whispered. Next to me was a red-haired girl with luminescent amber eyes that were as soothing as an evening sunset. Her face was round with freckles sprinkled upon her nose and cheeks as if thrown on by a fairy, hiding her forehead was a short puffed out fringe that loomed over to eventually conclude at her eyebrows. Neatly painted were her fingernails all in a burgundy shade with white flowers drawn upon each long nail that curved perfectly in a smooth arc. She was wearing a tartan dress with a white patchy collar that sat comfortably around her elegant neck and had a tattoo of a water lily. There were pools of tears that leaked down her symmetrical face, sliding down like a ski slope.

"my name is Emelia, and yours?" she murmured shuffling closer. I paused and stayed silent whilst I turned to look at her again. "I am Freya". the engines went silent and the door sprung open, yet again the officer grabbed my handcuffs and pulled my effortless body towards the police station.





Tuesday 21st April 2056, Discovery day.

Buzz, buzz! "ARGH" I screamed as my eyes fluttered open like weary butterflies taking off into the tangerine sunrise. "Emelia! Emelia come downstairs hunni there is a nice officer to see you" my mum shouted from below. My lifeless, limp legs flopped over the cliff that was the side of my bed. The tingling sensation circulated around my feet and it felt like I had stepped on a thousand mini Lego bricks, this gradually travelled hastily to my hands preventing them from functioning efficiently. I brushed my hair and teeth, put on my new tartan dress and tied my laces to my burgundy converse. Cautiously, I moved down the stairs one step at a time towards the uncertainty of what's to come.

"Hello, my name is officer Jefferson I am here to talk to you about a recent murder that happened 2 nights ago near the tipsy cow bar, don't worry you aren't in trouble it's just to ask questions. However, you will have to go to the station with me, if you come with no hassle I won't have to Handcuff you, we don't have to make a scene in such a lovely neighbourhood as this eh?" His politeness threw me as I was unsure as to why he was being so nice about this. On TV they are always so harsh and violent that I never thought my encounter with an officer would be this pleasant. I followed him to his car and sat comfortably in the back seat, there was a distinct odour of vomit and alcohol that had clearly failed to be blanketed by febreeze and numerous car fresheners. The drive dragged on for ages, I entertained myself by counting how many car fresheners there were, which was 24 to be exact, his apparent favourite was the mango and passion fruit blast. As I smelt one I felt the fruits travel through my body, cleansing my airway and leaving my nostrils fresh and satisfied. Unfortunately, this did not mask the pungent stench of drunken night outs, or rowdy party participants, and girl's night gone wrong.

We came to a stop in an area I had never been before, there were trash trees that displayed ornaments of peoples unwanted clothes and appliances hanging themselves from these bony branches. Half torn houses sat on the side of the automobile graveyard that queued up for two streets, most of the windows shattered leaving behind a few glass crystals that were swallowed in by the litter confetti that concealed the beautiful nature below. Officer Jefferson opened the door and in came a breeze of toxicity that could knock you out with one whiff, He then waded through the rubbish river to a rather small house looked as if it had been put together by a toddler, but just about managed. To be fully honest it was probably the best house on the street, however all I could think was how on earth does someone live in a dump like this. Suddenly, to my surprise officer Jefferson started kicking in the decrepit door which created a deafening racket until it ended with a final THUD. He then entered the house with a boisterous voice shouting "put your hands in the air and don't move!" my heart started racing, adrenaline excreted into my bloodstream causing my breathing to speed up, increasing the intake of toxic fumes and mango. The house stood their silent for a few minutes until out came a girl wearing flamboyant pink pyjamas and matching slippers with pom poms on the toe tip, that showed off her bleached face and ghostly hair. Nevertheless, there seemed to be something wrong with her, she was thrashing her body around and completely freaking out, I could see her veins pop out like worms rising form the earth, pointing towards her devilish red eyes that beamed full of evil intentions.

Officer Jefferson violently threw her onto the seat next to me, smacking her face onto the leather seat sending a ripple and vibrations. Her piercing eyes glared at me. She needs to calm down otherwise we will all be in trouble...
We arrived at the station and Jefferson dragged her lifeless body out of the car and shouted back "Emelia follow!" I trudged behind slowly questioning my original opinion on the officer earlier. The station was vibrant and noisy, there was a constant bustle of druggies and alcoholics, shoplifters and other criminals, cops dashing around like headless chickens and family and friends waiting with intense faces waiting to talk to their loved ones who are behind bars. "girls I am arresting you both on suspicion of murder" Freya and I shared a mutual look of confusion as we were shoved into a murky rotting cell.