User:Kenneth Reed/Cecelia Celsi

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Cecelia Celsi

Cecelia was out staying with friends when the zombie infection was first discovered. Two days later, she returned home to her suburb just in time to see the chaos that the news caused. Some people seemed shell-shocked, roaming around, though some proactive survivors had already barricaded and sealed up their houses.

Resolving to be one of the latter, she headed to her apartment, fully intending to seal everything up and hide until the initial shock was over and people were evacuated.

The door was locked.

She rattled the handle twice more, face blank and chills running down her back. Had she left it locked? Surely not. Was someone hiding inside her own apartment? Her heart pounding, she ran to the next door. Locked. She rattled the handle desperately. No response. Even the apartment owner was either gone or refusing to respond.

Cecelia left her former home with more than a sense of unease. Spotting a man running towards her, she grabbed his arm.

"You've got to help me," she started.

Before she knew what was happening, she was on the ground, the man brandishing a wicked looking weapon towards her. Some sort of axe. He shouted something incomprehensible (though the hand gesture was certainly offensive) at her, then ran off.

Every man for himself. The thought lodged itself in her mind as she picked herself up, her head spinning. She had to find a place to hide, before... before what?

After a long search, Cecelia collapsed in Hopes Library, her limbs shaking visibly as she tried to contain herself. No one was around, but she didn't want to lose control, for fear that someone would taunt or comfort her. She wasn't sure she could handle either, in this apocalypse.

The next day proved to be fateful.

She woke up with hopelessness weighing on her heart. A look outside told her that the situation was no better. Silently, images flashed through her mind. A zombie grasping her, poised to tear off her face. A shadowed man, an axe descending towards her head.

All the odds against her. She didn't have anything. Not even her cell phone, which had been left in her apartment. Even her car keys were useless - she'd plainly seen the smoke from burning cars outside. It was probably destroyed.

Another look outside. Stark against the morning sky, a building stood, immobile against the chaos below. Cecelia found her feet moving. She walked out of the library, into the building, up the stairs, flight after flight after flight.

She found herself on top of the Yelling Building.

Silently, her mind a whirl of emotion, she made her way to the edge, only a railing between her and oblivion. One leg went up, then the other, and she was standing on top of Malton, hair whipping in the wind.

And as she fell, she screamed, for just a moment, before she hit the ground. Back first. Her neck snapped instantly.

Her corpse, dead green eyes staring straight up into the sky, lay there for a couple of days. Men and women passed by, most without a second glance. Once, one stopped, lifted her gently off the ground, just to steal her clothes, easing them off her limp limbs.

It was cold when she rose once more, on awkward and unstable legs. She'd tried to escape the situation, but she'd failed.

Cecelia Celsi was a zombie now.