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By Lovely_Poison
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Desdemona Sterling



Soft-spoken, kind, people pleaser, loyal

Desdemona was a kindergarten teacher for the elementary school that she attended when she was a child. On her off days, she was often at her mothers' house, helping her with gardening or just hanging out to watch silly Rom Coms. On the day the world ended, she was out buying a birthday gift, a new watch for her mom. Unfortunately, she never got to give it to her, and though it's broken now, she continues to wear it as a reminder of what she's lost.

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Lovely_PoisonDesdemona   154d ago

[center [b "Yes mom. Yes, I know. No, don't worry about it. I'll take care of it as soon as I get there, I promise. Yes ma'am. I love you, too. See you soon."]]

[center A sigh escaped Desdemona's lips as she set her phone on the passenger seat next to the watch she had just bought. Her mother didn't know it yet but it was her birthday present. Desi had seen the way she had looked at it the last time they'd gone to the mall together. As soon as she'd been paid, she'd gone out to get it for her. She knew she was going to get scolded for spending the money, but she'd been careful to budget everything out and had known she could afford it without issue. Deep down, her mother would love it and be thankful, even if she wouldn't show it right away.]

[center That was what she was looking forward to as she drove down the road, humming along with a song on the radio. Today was going to be a good day. She could feel it in her bones.]

[center Only she'd been wrong. She hadn't known that when the car ahead of her suddenly swerved and crashed into the one beside it. Nor did she know it when the driver of the car beside her got out to go check on the other ones. She wanted to get out, to go help, since that was the kind of person she was, but something kept her inside of her Kia. Something didn't feel right. She'd been right, too. The person that had been driving the first vehicle, the one that had swerved, had fallen out of their car. As soon as the third driver reached out to check on them, the first driver turned and sunk their teeth into them.]

[center Desi would watch in shock and horror as the guy would scream and pull away, blood painting the ground and face of the biter before he sunk his teeth into his neck. The next few seconds happened so fast that she didn't have the words for it. The man convulsed, went limp, and then within those few seconds, was back up. Both of them quickly turned their attention to the woman in the car that had been hit, breaking through her window and tearing at her as she screamed.]

[center Without another thought, Desi hit the gas, wanting to get away from the scene as fast as she could. It was a good thing, then, that she wasn't stuck behind a ton of cars like the others had been. It gave her plenty of time to speed away, her heart pounding as the fear and adrenaline ran through her. Reaching out, she grabbed her phone, quickly dialing her mother again with shaky hands. [b "Mom? Hey. I need you to lock the doors, okay? Don't ask questions. Just lock the doors and stay inside until I get there. It won't take too long ok? If you can, check the news channels. No, no I said don't ask. Just do it, please?"] The desperation in her voice must have been what convinced her mother to listen. [b "I'm ten minutes away. Keep the doors locked."]]

[center She'd pulled off the highway then, taking the exit that would take her straight home. The music on the radio didn't seem to fit the way she was feeling so she reached over and turned it off, the silence feeling heavier now. Whatever was happening felt like a nightmare. Like it couldn't be real. Being distracted, Desi didn't see the stop sign that she was driving through, nor did she see the car that was coming right for her. Not until it slammed into the side of her car, causing hers to spin before it came to a stop. She groaned as a sharp pain shot through her leg, looking down to find a piece of glass from the window wedged into the top of it. Taking a deep breath, she gripped it and yanked it out with a hiss.]

[center It was then that the other driver came over, screaming something at her, though she was too dazed to really hear her. Looking up at the pissed-off woman, she didn't have a chance to warn her when something came up behind her. The anger turned into pain as it sank its teeth into her shoulder. Gasping, Desi undid her seatbelt, scrambling over the seats and middle console to get out on the passenger side, dropping the box on the way out. Grabbing it, she hurried to her feet, doing her best to ignore the pain in her leg before she made her way down the sidewalk, figuring out fairly quickly where she was.]

[center It didn't take her much longer to make it home, hurrying up to her door. She tried the knob first, hoping she would find it locked, but her heart skipped a beat as it turned. Throwing it open, she limped inside before closing it behind her, setting the box on the table that rested against the wall right beside it. She was about to call out, to see what her mom was doing, when she heard something from the kitchen. Slowly, she started walking that way, stopping in the doorway.]

[center The scene before her was enough to make her sick as the undead creature chewed on the body on the floor. One she recognized so well. Glancing at the stove, Desi could see the pan her mother had set out to start making something, though it was obvious she'd never got the chance to start it. Then she looked over to see the sliding glass door, which led outside, was wide open. [i No...] Her mother liked to leave it open on nice days to let the breeze in. With how close she and the undead were to it, she could only assume that she'd gone to shut it when she'd been attacked.]

[center Moving over, she grabbed the pan, her body feeling numb as she held onto the handle tightly. Without a thought, she reared back and hit the thing on the back of the head with a sickening sound. It wasn't until then that she started bringing the pan down repeatedly, tears starting to roll down her face as more blood spattered the floor. It felt like forever before she finally fell to her knees, the tears blurring her vision of the now unmoving creature, before she dropped the pan on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.]

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[right [pic]] [center The bar was fairly full for a Saturday morning, not something that Elias Baker was used to, but he wasn't going to complain. The tips were coming along just fine, which meant he'd be pretty good for the end of his shift that day. Working at [i The Black Cat] had never been in his plans when he'd gotten out of the service, but it was a decent side gig and helped him pay for anything that he was coming up short on or if he just wanted some extra cash. Sure, things were hard now, but once he was done with college, he'd be set.]

[center With a sigh, he finished cleaning the glass in his hands before he put it away, turning his attention to the counter as someone whistled at him. Smiling at the young woman, he walked over, placing his arm on top of it. [b "What can I get for you today?"]]

[center Blue eyes looked him up and down, what she could see of course, before she returned his smile. He recognized the look that said she found him attractive. He also recognized the silver ring on her left hand. If she really wanted to pick someone up then surely she would've taken it off. [b [i "Maybe something sweet? Why don't you surprise me?"]] Her tone was definitely flirtatious, but he shrugged it off before nodding.]

[center It didn't take him long to whip something up, a mix of pineapple juice, tequila, and lime, before he handed it to her. [b "Alright, sweets. Want to pay now or put it on a tab?"] It didn't take long to get a tab set up for the woman, who did a small flip of brunette hair before she walked away. Once her back was turned, the smile would falter. How would her significant other feel to know that she was out and about, flirting with bartenders, and possibly other men in the vicinity? That was one of the reasons why he still hadn't settled down.]

[center While he was overseas, his fiance at the time had left him a message to let him know that she was calling off the engagement and moving away to live with someone new that she had found. It had torn him up inside and he hadn't tried to tie the knot again since. Seeing that woman's attitude just brought back the painfulness of the memory. Knowing he had to shake it off, he turned away, going to check the stock in the fridges when the door suddenly crashed open. The chatter of the room quickly died down as he looked over to see what was happening.]

[center A man had stumbled in then, holding onto his side, blood staining his shirt and hands. [b "Jesus Christ..."] He would've run over, which was his first instinct, but another man that had been sitting at the bar was already moving over to check him out. Taking out his cell phone, Elias dialed 9-1-1, shocked when he got a busy signal. He'd never heard anything like that when calling the emergency number. Thinking that maybe something was wrong with his service, he tried again, only to be met with the same thing.]

[center Normally panic would've set in, but having worked in the military, it took a lot to actually get to that point. Shaking his head, he put the phone back in his pocket, working his way towards the office so that he could use the landline that resided in there when the man from the bar said the guy was dead. A wave of dread washed over him then before he turned to look over at them. [b "Put a jacket over him, someone, and I'll try to get ahold of the police."]]

[center [b [i "What do you mean try?"]] the woman from before asked, clearly freaked out by the whole thing.]

[center It was then that Elias realized what he said. Mentally cursing, he shook his head and offered her a reassuring smile. [b "I just have to use a different phone. Mine isn't working at the moment and I'm hoping the bill has been paid for the landline."] It was a bullshit story if he'd ever heard one but she seemed to buy it before she nodded, her fruity drink now forgotten. With that, he would make his way to the office, walking over to the desk to grab the phone. Once again, he got a busy signal. [b "Damn it all,"] he mumbled. Something was going on which did finally worry him. When was 9-1-1 [i ever] busy?]

[center A scream from the barroom caught his attention. Moving from the desk back out of the office, he would stand frozen as the previously dead man was moving again, burying his teeth into the man that had helped him before, a jacket laying on the ground beside them. It was like a horror movie then, one that Elias had seen one too many times, as the victim began crying out for help, trying to punch the undead man to get him off of him. It didn't work, however, and within seconds, he went limp.]

[center It seemed the chaos broke out then with everyone scrambling for the doors and running over one another to get out. The first undead man moved to attack another person as the man on the ground started moving again as well. Elias didn't hesitate then to shut the door to the office, locking it before she made his way to the other side, where a door led to the outside of the building. Convenient, that much was for sure. Reaching the desk on his way out, he grabbed the handgun that he was made to keep hidden inside. He liked to keep it on him at all times but wasn't allowed to carry it when he was working.]

[center Sneaking out the back after checking that it was still loaded, he glanced around before he made his way to his car, slipping inside. His house was a bit too far to drive, which proved to be difficult anyway when people were running around and cars were abandoned on the road. As he drove, he ignored people as they screamed for help or were run down by whatever undead bastards were tackling them. He didn't have time to think as he drove, too worried about getting to somewhere safe.]

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[left [pic]] [center A week had passed since the world turned to shit.]

[center Only a week since she'd had to bury her mother in her backyard.]

[center Making her way towards the store, Desdemona took a quick look around inside before she slowly opened the door. The power had been shut off sometime between that first day and now, so she wasn't worried that it would make any noise. It wasn't a large store, just a small convenience one, but it was good enough for her for the time being. It was still stocked with plenty of stuff, which would be great for her as she moved on. Her bag was empty so she'd be able to fill it with plenty of things.]

[center Moving around the counter, she took a second to look away as she spotted the dead body of what she had to assume was the store owner or clerk who worked there at the time. She was still trying to get used to the sight of the undead or the damage left in their wake. It wasn't easy, that was for sure. She went to turn away when a voice spoke behind her, making her blood run cold. [b [i "Drop the bat now."]] The voice was deep and rough like the man was tired or had smoked a little too much.]

[center Nodding, she slowly leaned down and set it on the ground, putting her hands up. She opened her mouth to say something but couldn't think of what would be good in this situation. [i You should've checked it out first,] she thought to herself. [b [i "Slowly turn around,"]] he said. She could hear him take a step back. Slowly turning, chocolate-colored eyes widened as she came face to face with the barrel of the gun in his hand. [b [i "Have you been bitten?"]]]

[center She quickly shook her head. [b "You're free to check if you feel the need to."]]

[center He seemed to consider it before shaking his head. [b [i "Any other weapons?"]]]

[center [b "Just the bat, which I'm doubtful is useful against a gun."]]

[center The two stood there in silence for a moment, staring at one another. Desi had to wonder if he was going to just pull the trigger and leave her for dead, but that fear went away as he slowly lowered his arm. [b [i "You're lucky I'm a nicer person or I would've just put a bullet between your eyes without hesitating."]] After putting the handgun back in its holster, he held his hand out to her. [b [i "Elias Baker. Hate to have met under these circumstances."]]]

[center Slowly nodding, she hesitated before she reached out and took his hand, giving it a quick shake. [b "Desdemona Sterling. The feeling's mutual."] She glanced down at the bat. [b "May I?"] With his own nod, she would reach down and grab it, strapping it to her bag as she looked around. [b "Are you going to give a shit if I look around?"]]

[center He shook his head before motioning around. [b "All yours. I've already grabbed what I could fit,"] he said, pointing to his own bag on his shoulder. Not exactly how she thought her day would start, but she wouldn't complain too much. He seemed decent enough. He could've shot her and he didn't, which gave her some hope that he wouldn't do it while her back was turned again.]


A boy whose father left when he was all but fourteen. He remembered the struggles that his mother had to face in trying to raise him and his three younger sisters, Emilia, Emily, and Mary. The late nights she had worked and how she had even pulled doubles while working two jobs. That had been what had pushed him to his decision at sixteen to drop out and to get a job to try and help her out. Or to try and help as much as he could.

It was at seventeen did he go back and get his GED and then start the early program in police training though he could not fully join until he was eighteen. Clifford put a lot of hard work and effort into trying to become the best policeman that he could be. He wanted to prove that not all of them were bad. But he also did honestly have a softer and caring heart since having grown up with three little sisters, parents always fighting, and a mother who did anything she could do for her children.

[b "Mom I know. I promised to be home for Emily's birthday and I will be. But this call is... They say some strange shit is happening. So I want you and the girls to stay in the house. Lock all the doors and wait for me."] The man of now twenty-seven was saying as he was using his cellphone though he knew better. He had just wanted to make the quick call and to make sure to let his family know that he would be home. That his eldest younger sister's birthday would be everyone just as it had always been. Or that was what the young man thought.

After he had hung up, Cliff was driving through the small town and could see people running and screaming. It somehow made him think he had driven into the start of one of those horror films where a monster had been set loose and was not attacking the people. It was with that thought did he shake his head and let out a light chuckle. [b "Damn...know I have been watching too many movies or reruns of Supernatural to be thinking shit like this."] He muttered as he came to the bar that had called him in.

"Cliff nice to see I wasn't the only one called in on this one. Guy said that...well I didn't really listen. Just know that all these people started going crazy like an hour ago." Mike had started the moment that Clifford had walked up to the other police car that was parked in front of the bar.

[b "Yeah, but that's not the only strange call. I just want to get this shit handled."] He muttered as he did take out his hand gun and kick the door open. By now, the lights were out and the tables were flipped. Bottles and glass littered the floors. In Clifford's mind, it looked like a tornado had hit the place. [b "Hey Mike, see an---"] But his words were cut off when he turned around and there on the floor was his partner dead and having his neck ripped into by another man in a business suit. A very pale man who looked to be made of clay and had blood all over his suit. Clifford had not even thought about it and raised his gun and shot the man in the head the moment he turned on him.

The man of twenty-seven all but ran to Mike once the other man fell and was trying to see if there was any hope for him. But by the time Clifford had gotten to the other cop, he was dead. [b "Fuck...I'm sorry..."] Cliff was saying but then scoot back as Mike began to sit up and looked to him with a blank and hungry stare. [b "No...."] Clifford muttered as he again raised his gun. He would NOT let his partner turn into whatever the fuck the man in the suit was. And he sure as hell would not let him eat him either.

Once he had shot both men and made sure they were not getting up again, Clifford ran out to his cruiser and got in. His thoughts were no longer on work and the job he had been called in to do. No, his mind was on his mother and sisters. The moment he pulled up to the house, his heart sank. The door was torn off its hinges and the windows broken. Without another thought, the man was out of the police cruiser and running to the door. As soon as he got inside, he was met with the site of his family dead on the floor in their own blood. They also had deep gashes in their shoulders and throats. But it appeared that his mother had JUST still been herself enough at the end, or rather when starting to turn into whatever to realise she would rather be dead and take the girls with her. That thought was...he didn't know what it was. Just he was filled with guilt and regret that he had not been there for them at the end.

[b ~~~~☆☆☆☆~~~~☆☆☆☆~~~~]

[#ef2ebd "It's okay Molly. You'll get it. When I was your age I had a hard time with this too."] Came soft and sweet words of the twenty-three year old. Erica was spending extra time with one of her students who needed to be watched longer because her mother was running late at work and had not been able to find anyone who could come and get her daughter. It wasn't that Erica minded. She loved children and had always had a soft spot for them. The young woman had found her current job, well what she called her passion thanks to her older sister. Her older sister had been the one to pretty much raise her since their parents (well her parents and Vanessa's father) had died in a car accident when Erica was seven.

[i "Miss Erica, cans we again?"] Molly cut into her thoughts. And good God was she thankful for that. Erica hated when she thought about that part of her past. The time where she had been so closed off from everyone and everything and even been mute. It had been V who got her out of that. And had been like her mother, her big sister, and her best friend. In her mind, Erica owed the other EVERYTHING. [i "Miss Erica!"] Ooops, she had let herself slip again and Molly was again trying to get her attention. 

[#ef2ebd "I'm sorry Molly. I was just...thinking. But of course we can try it again."] Erica found herself saying with a smile to the little girl of five. Molly was one of her sweeter kindergardeners but she also had the hardest time in reading and getting the letters right that they had been practicing. And again, Erica began to show Molly how to do the last three letters they had gone over that day.

By six, Molly's mother had come and got her and Erica was getting her things into her bag. She had plans to meet Vanessa for dinner and so gave the other woman a call. But strangely, the call went straight to voicemail which almost never happened. [#ef2ebd "Hey's just me. I was calling to let you know I am running a little late for dinner. But I'll be there soon. Love ya!"] And she hung up, grabbed her keys and bag and ran to her car. Erica was ALWAYS so excited to get to have dinner with her older sister.

But as she took off from the school, there was a sinking feeling she could not shake. Cars that were usually gone by then were still in parking lots and just everything felt eerie. Instead of going to the restaurant as she had been planning, Erica took the next right at a stop sign and instead began down the boulavard that she and Vanessa shared and appartment on. And the closer she got to home, the deeper her sinking feeling got. Cars were now on sidewalks, fire hydrants broken, and street lights flickering. What the hell had happened?!

As soon as she made it to the appartment, Erica cut the engine of the car and left her bag in the car as she all but darted from the car. Instead if waiting for the elevator as she did every other night, the woman of twenty-three ran up the three flights of stairs and went for the extra key that she and V kept hidden for if one of them forgot theirs. And thw sight she was met with had her let out a scream. For there on the kitchen floor was her sister dead in a pool of her own blood with a gun at her side. It was only as she got closer did bright blue eyes see the page at her side. Kneeling down, Erica picked up the paper. 

[i "E, I'm really sorry. But the end as they always said is near. People...they are becoming zombies and I was bit. I didn't want to be that or to hurt you. So I did the only logical thing I could think of. We will see each other again... But until then know that I love you. And RUN! RUN FAR FAR AWAY AND NEVER LOOK BACK!"]

The letter left Erica shaken to her very core. Vanessa had promised she would always be there for her! And again and again Erica read the note over. Only when she had let the words sink in did she remember the state of things outside and turn on the news. Yep...V had been right...

[b ~~~~☆☆☆☆~~~~☆☆☆☆~~~~]

A week, it had been a week since everything had become like a badly written horror movie. Towns continued to be destroyed and more and more zombies popped up every day. It was hard to even think about living when everything that you had known and everything you had loved had been ripped away. Maybe this was all a nightmare and they would wake up? 

[b "Erica, you can't keep thinking that this isn't real. The world is changing and we're stuck in the shit show. Now will you get over here?"] Clifford had first met Erica by mistake a week ago. It seemed they were both running from something and since they had both saved the other from the zombies had decided to travel together. It had been the only thing they had been able to think of. 

[#ef2ebd "I just still can't believe it."] The only words that Erica could get out as she went to help Clifford move the heavy dumpster that had been shoved in front of the backway into the store they were now breaking into.

The pair were as silent as they could be as each had a duffle and were beginning to get what they thought they would need. But it was the commotion of another man and woman that caught their attention and they went to where they heard the voices. Both Erica and Clifford were in no mood to fight or play games. So they set both bags and weapons down (close enough to where they could grab them and run if needed) and held their hands to where the other pair could see them.

[b "So are you two here for the same thing as we are?"] Clifford as told Erica to keep quiet IF something like this happened. And so she did.


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