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tamingthemuseTitle: Little Scare
Fandom: original
Prompt: Necrotizing Fasciitis
Warnings: Not a complete story.
Rating: PG
Summary: I finally get around to telling how I ended up alone.
The sky turned orange with the disappearance of the sun from my vision. I walked in the cooling night and scratched at my side, wondering if I should bother walking back to the hotel, or just go home.
It was bound to be boiling hot at my house, so too my mom’s house. So too everywhere. Before, when I had air conditioning, I loved the summer heat. Now, I couldn’t wait for winter, but, at the same time, feared it. What was I going to do for heat?
Thinking of the sun, I again wondered if I could learn how to make a solar powered something. I’ll have to look into it. Maybe the new library had books on it. Not for the first time, I wished the internet was available to me. How I regretted not looking these things up long ago.
There were more birds in the sky than ever before. The noise they made was maddening, but I tuned them out and watched my feet as I walked the empty street. I felt a smile come to my lips as I realized I could walk these streets at night and not feel afraid at every little sound.
Then I shivered as I thought about the hungry dogs that were bound to start showing up as their food supplies started to run out. I was going to have to get me a weapon, although I doubted that I could kill an animal. Even in self defense, but who knows?
Soon my feet took me to the overpass and I leaned against the fence blocking me from the highway several tens of feet down. The wind had picked up and was pulling and tugging at my hair and felt wonderful after the heat of the day. I felt at peace here, alone, without any worries.
Even after everything.
Laughing at my own callousness, I pushed away from the fence and continued on my way to nowhere.
There was nowhere to be, nowhere to go. Nothing to do.
I was going to have to find food. Again, I didn’t think I could kill an animal, so I was going to have to brave kitchens and stock up on canned foods and dry goods. My sister-in-law’s mother had jarred vegetables, so if I ever felt the need, I could bike out there and raid her basement. Or I could just swallow my disgust and go to the grocery store and pick out their jarred foods. If I could get past the rotted meat stench and all.
Gagging just thinking about it, I slowed my steps and looked out over the tops of the buildings surrounding me. To my left the bridge towered over the horizon, and trees blocked my view of the rest of the town on the right. It was all mine for the taking, but how much of it did I want?
I scratched at my side once again and scowled at the irritant. I pulled my shirt up and tried to peer at the red mark along my torso. Sudden panic washed over me as I relived the past few weeks before everybody left. A small white bump was starting to raise in the middle of the red spot, looking like a mosquito bite, but that didn’t put my fears to rest.
I was closer to my home than anywhere, so I ran back, holding my other side as I gasped for breath.
I slammed through the gate into my back yard and quickly pulled my bike from leaning against the house. Of course the handle bars twisted in my hold and the bike crashed against my leg, drawing blood, but I paid it no heed and jerked it upright and mounted. Ignoring my fear of falling, I rode my bike down the four stairs up to my house and down the street, toward the nearest drug store.
Nothing had helped the others, but I couldn’t just lay down and die. I had to try to stop this Necrotizing Fasciitis that had taken over the world as I knew it.
By the time I reached the store, I was crying like I had lost everybody all over again and my whole body was overheated. I jumped from my bike and slammed into the glass door before I remembered that I wouldn’t just swing open anymore. I slammed the flat of my hand against the still warm glass, cursing a blue streak.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped away from the door then thought that perhaps there was a back door. I walked around the back, my whole body shaking with fear. I smiled sadly as I found the large grey door, knowing that this one would be locked as well.
I tested it, just because and felt the door give only a bit before stalling. My heart began to race as I saw a thin line of light between the door and the frame. My head swung around as I looked for something long and thin to insert into the crack, and I found a piece of glass.
The dumpster was full, having never been picked up, and I found a bit of plastic to wrap around the glass so that I wouldn’t cut myself. Moments later, I had the door open thanks to an old lock and an negligent employee. The air was heavy and smelled of rotting foods, but I covered my nose and went to the medicine aisle and picked up a bottle of aspirin and antihistamine.
I rubbed the lotion over my side before I even left the store, then swallowed several white pills as I walked out, choking on them as I always have. I dropped to the curb then, wiping at the sweat dripping off my brow and wondered where I was going to get the other medicine that I knew I’d need if this really was that disease.
Stupid war.
Fandom: original
Prompt: Necrotizing Fasciitis
Warnings: Not a complete story.
Rating: PG
Summary: I finally get around to telling how I ended up alone.
The sky turned orange with the disappearance of the sun from my vision. I walked in the cooling night and scratched at my side, wondering if I should bother walking back to the hotel, or just go home.
It was bound to be boiling hot at my house, so too my mom’s house. So too everywhere. Before, when I had air conditioning, I loved the summer heat. Now, I couldn’t wait for winter, but, at the same time, feared it. What was I going to do for heat?
Thinking of the sun, I again wondered if I could learn how to make a solar powered something. I’ll have to look into it. Maybe the new library had books on it. Not for the first time, I wished the internet was available to me. How I regretted not looking these things up long ago.
There were more birds in the sky than ever before. The noise they made was maddening, but I tuned them out and watched my feet as I walked the empty street. I felt a smile come to my lips as I realized I could walk these streets at night and not feel afraid at every little sound.
Then I shivered as I thought about the hungry dogs that were bound to start showing up as their food supplies started to run out. I was going to have to get me a weapon, although I doubted that I could kill an animal. Even in self defense, but who knows?
Soon my feet took me to the overpass and I leaned against the fence blocking me from the highway several tens of feet down. The wind had picked up and was pulling and tugging at my hair and felt wonderful after the heat of the day. I felt at peace here, alone, without any worries.
Even after everything.
Laughing at my own callousness, I pushed away from the fence and continued on my way to nowhere.
There was nowhere to be, nowhere to go. Nothing to do.
I was going to have to find food. Again, I didn’t think I could kill an animal, so I was going to have to brave kitchens and stock up on canned foods and dry goods. My sister-in-law’s mother had jarred vegetables, so if I ever felt the need, I could bike out there and raid her basement. Or I could just swallow my disgust and go to the grocery store and pick out their jarred foods. If I could get past the rotted meat stench and all.
Gagging just thinking about it, I slowed my steps and looked out over the tops of the buildings surrounding me. To my left the bridge towered over the horizon, and trees blocked my view of the rest of the town on the right. It was all mine for the taking, but how much of it did I want?
I scratched at my side once again and scowled at the irritant. I pulled my shirt up and tried to peer at the red mark along my torso. Sudden panic washed over me as I relived the past few weeks before everybody left. A small white bump was starting to raise in the middle of the red spot, looking like a mosquito bite, but that didn’t put my fears to rest.
I was closer to my home than anywhere, so I ran back, holding my other side as I gasped for breath.
I slammed through the gate into my back yard and quickly pulled my bike from leaning against the house. Of course the handle bars twisted in my hold and the bike crashed against my leg, drawing blood, but I paid it no heed and jerked it upright and mounted. Ignoring my fear of falling, I rode my bike down the four stairs up to my house and down the street, toward the nearest drug store.
Nothing had helped the others, but I couldn’t just lay down and die. I had to try to stop this Necrotizing Fasciitis that had taken over the world as I knew it.
By the time I reached the store, I was crying like I had lost everybody all over again and my whole body was overheated. I jumped from my bike and slammed into the glass door before I remembered that I wouldn’t just swing open anymore. I slammed the flat of my hand against the still warm glass, cursing a blue streak.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped away from the door then thought that perhaps there was a back door. I walked around the back, my whole body shaking with fear. I smiled sadly as I found the large grey door, knowing that this one would be locked as well.
I tested it, just because and felt the door give only a bit before stalling. My heart began to race as I saw a thin line of light between the door and the frame. My head swung around as I looked for something long and thin to insert into the crack, and I found a piece of glass.
The dumpster was full, having never been picked up, and I found a bit of plastic to wrap around the glass so that I wouldn’t cut myself. Moments later, I had the door open thanks to an old lock and an negligent employee. The air was heavy and smelled of rotting foods, but I covered my nose and went to the medicine aisle and picked up a bottle of aspirin and antihistamine.
I rubbed the lotion over my side before I even left the store, then swallowed several white pills as I walked out, choking on them as I always have. I dropped to the curb then, wiping at the sweat dripping off my brow and wondered where I was going to get the other medicine that I knew I’d need if this really was that disease.
Stupid war.
