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Minxs · (08-28-2013)

I walked along the streets of some random city after taking off from the slightly awkward situation with SmokeMan. Guess it didn’t really matter where we were, most of the roster just showed up anyway. Eventually, I managed to stumble on a theme park. It was fitting for such a childish vampire.

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“Cool Zone?”

I looked it over, my eyes looking over at the rollercoaster just behind the entrance. It looked kinda new but everything else looked like it had been around for 20 or 30 years. I cocked my head, listening for any sort of noise. Sorry, it looked like a perfect playground for Griffin if there was ever a Zombie attack. Jumping over the stupid gate, I started towards the coaster and looked around at all the rundown shacks and games.

“This place is kinda cool.”

Old toys littered the ground and I’m not going to lie, I was expecting to hear the slow shuffling and groaning of Zombies. I looked up at an old ride and pushed on the cart, jumping back when the small door fell off.

“Well…shit.”

I kicked the fallen door and turned around, looking around before walking towards what used to be a small burger joint. The door was already hanging off a hinge so I pushed it open, covering my nose and mouth at the stench. It was like the staff just vanished…it smelled like decaying flesh and I was now wondering if there was a Zombie or two locked up and rotting in the kitchen.

Walking over to the locked kitchen doors, I looked through the windows, seeing no movement. I kicked open the doors and waited for the heads of Zombies to pop up. Where was Griffin when you needed him? I laughed at my own pathetic joke and immediately regretted it, coughing at the stench and sprinting out of the joint. I was gonna need a mask if I wanted to explore in there. The low rumble of a bike caught my attention and I growled softly, bouncing up a ride to see over the gates but still far enough back to keep the person from seeing me. Nothing so far so I jumped back down, landing on all fours before sniffing.

“Harley…”

Ally’s dad always rode a Harley when he came to visit Father…and the scent just stayed with me. It was still a long ways off…maybe a good 5 miles so I had plenty of time before…

*CRASH*

The sound forced me back down to the ground, ripping a soft growl from my throat. No! I was only kidding about the Zombies…honest. Silently, I scaled the nearest coaster and sat at the highest point, my eyes scanning the park. Nothing moved, well…nothing so far. My eyes scanned the park again but this time, stopped in a far corner. A black shadow dashed behind a gift shop, it was slow and now I was regretting trying to befriend Griffin.

“If it’s really a Zombie…I’m calling Ally…”

I jumped from ride to ride, sliding between rails and cars just to get there. By the time I did get there, I found nothing. No tracks, no scent, no…nothing. A snarl escaped my throat and I jumped down, looking around the park.

“Fucker…”

I started towards the main gate when a small jingle reached my ears. Looking down, I stepped back and stared at the bear. The wind blew around some leaves and the small bell on the bear, making it play its sad song again. I bent down and picked it up, looking it over. It was in pretty good condition for the most part…save for some mud.

“If only you could talk…”

I started back on my long trip back to the gate when I heard a different noise. Still a bike mind you but this one…sounded older, meaner…I raised my head, sniffing slightly.

“5 miles…”

It had mixed with the Harley, which had stopped an easy 6 miles from the main gate. Part of me wondered who they were. I shrugged and kept walking, holding the bear in one hand while using the other to pull up the collar on my black leather jacket. Something made me freeze, bootfalls…and not far from me. I took off, my own boots splashing through the puddles and crunching leaves. High…I needed to get higher.

I jumped and grabbed on to the ledge of an old gift shop, pulling myself up and looking around. This time, I saw the tracks that had covered my own but I didn’t see anyone. There was no one on the roof with me and no one on any other ride or building.

“Fuck…”

I stood and spun, looking all around me. My heart raced and it was then, that I felt hands on my back, pushing me off the gift shop and into the hard ground below. Blood dripped from my head as I got to my feet, my own blood boiling. This fucker was good.

I growled and looked around, shaking my head every few minutes to try and keep the blood from running in my eyes.

“Where are you?”

A rush of air and I heard a scream…then I realized it was my own and I slammed back into a ride, my already fucked shoulder dislocating itself. My breath came out in pants and I took off, weaving in and out of buildings and broken down rides, making sudden lefts and rights…just by trying to throw…whatever was coming at me…off. Finally, I made it to an old security/first aid booth and I kicked open the door, rushing inside and barricading myself in.

“Fuck…Fuck…Fuck!”

A loud grind and crack filled the booth, followed by my own whimper as I stared at the door. Nothing made a move to open it and it was the only way in and out of the room. If something wanted to hurt me that badly…it wouldn’t stand a chance like this. I looked over and saw the first aid kit, smiling softly since it was still unopened.

My breath still came out in soft pants as I pulled it open, chewing down some pain pills before grabbing the rag. Might as well clean it off right? Just as I placed the ice cold rag to my bleeding head, the door rattled. I stared at it for a few minutes until it opened and I lunged, my hand wrapping around the throat of the person in front of me. We rolled around for a few minutes before I ended up on top with my fist raised and fangs barred.

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