|Bring Me To Rapture
Author: FullMoonPoet17 PM
Lilliann Ryan and Amber Lindshaw are two best friends that stumble upon the survivors. Will they be able to survive the apocalypse or will they all kill each other? Rate T for gore and swearing, if it needs a higher rating please tell me. This is a Daryl/OC fic. Let the zombie killing commence!Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Drama - & Daryl D. - Chapters: 13 - Words: 28,597 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 04-24-13 - Published: 01-05-13 - id: 8880933
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
A/N: So this is my newest story! I hope you guys enjoy this and I will be uploading two chapters tonight because this one is super short. I hope you enjoy this and please leave a review. Thanks. Also I'm editing some chapters while writing the others.
The world was cold; it didn't matter where she was, she always saw the world as cold. She was born into the coldest part of the world, under the water.
In the Atlantic Ocean deep under the surface there is a city surrounded with glass. People walked through the metal hallways towards different parts of this steel city. There was a bar with a dance floor near the Medical Tavern or the Gather's Garden where trees blossomed with fresh air. If gambling was one's style the Pharaoh's Fortune is where they could be found right next to Rapture's Records. This was her world, this was her home.
Of course this place was no paradise. People soon became mad with the tightening of space as their minds created smaller and smaller rooms for them to fit into. The only cure for this fear was Adam. It destroyed brain cells and recreated them to suppress the anxiety hidden in someone's subconscious. But no one would've guessed the destruction that came with destroying the brain cells. The madness didn't subside instead it grew; it didn't recreate the brain cells it mutated them. He never saw his world crumpling before his eyes as the flames grew to great heights under the sea.
She would be attacked, day in and day out. They would chase her through the hallways and grab her ankles when she attempted to use the vents. She would be tossed, like a rag doll, to the walls and through glass windows. Her screams would be muffled by their vicious laughter as they ravaged her belongings looking for what they desired most in their deranged world.
It was held in a syringe, a rusted metal gadget that they created in their spare time. It was placed along shelves next to dolls that symbolized their protectors, the Big Daddies. The men were in metalized scuba suits that enabled them to go into the ocean as will without fear of the pressure killing them. Their suits came armed, of course, with guns and a drill so they would be able to destroy the evil and protect what innocence was left in the underwater Hell.
The man, the creator of this world, finally realized what has happened as he sat in his over grown, leather chair and stared at the destruction below. Children were being eaten, screaming as sharpened teeth shredded their skin in search of Adam. His child, he feared, might be among those corpses. She could be screaming his name out while they ravaged her skin for blood.
"Daddy?" Her voice echoed through the small vent in the wall as her tiny head peaked through the hole. Tears came to his eyes and the sight of her fiery red hair and clear, blind eyes. Her porcelain white skin that showed every bone in her body turned red she attempted to climb down. The strain becoming too much for her fragile muscles and they ripped as she fell to his feet. Her dress was once a light periwinkle color but now it was splashed with old and fresh blood that covered the color. The ends were coming undone and he spotted various holes in the fabric. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up as the door opened to reveal his best friend of five years with his child. She stared at him with iced blue eyes as the men discussed a plan.
"It's best that we leave, this place has turned to Hell and you know it Ryan!" Ryan agreed and the men dragged the children out and carried them towards the escape carrier. They had to leave her world for the last time.
"You are the savior of the people. My perfect child." His voice was muffled by the sound of the water crashing into the sides of the tiny metal sphere. They glided to the surface without a single worry. She held onto his hand tightly, wrapping her tiny, pale, 11 year old fingers around his palm. She never saw his face, or the faces of anyone that passed by. All she knew was that the world is nothing but darkness. Even the scuba diving creature behind her was darkness. She didn't know the colors of his outfit- only the rough shape and design of it. She would spend hours under the water running her hands over everything with a texture different than smooth metal.
There was a loud air releasing noise that blasted her face, forcing her hair to slap her cheeks. The man removed his hand from hers and lifted her high. She felt her toes smash together in an attempt to stabilize in the air. Flying was not something she liked; she didn't like it when someone carried her. Her feet needed to feel something solid underneath; it didn't matter if it was metal or grass.
"Daddy, what are we doing? Why did we leave our home?"
"Lilliann don't ask questions in public, you know it's not polite. Now say goodbye to Project Alpha." He turned her around; she guessed she was facing Mr. Bubbles. A questioned tickled her lips but she knew it would only anger daddy.
"Goodbye Mr. Bubbles. Maybe when all this is over we will go to Lillipoppy." She heard him groan and another air releasing sound. Once again a warm hand intertwined its fingers with hers and she was pulled into more darkness.
A pebble scratched her bare feet as they walked; the silent crunch of his shoes on the rocks was the only sound she heard. Their footsteps the only thing she sensed. There were two people behind her, she could hear their breathing and felt their steps. It was almost comforting knowing that they would never leave; that she would never be alone.