It was all strange. Millberry was a ussualy busy town but now it
was pretty much to that of a ghost town. In the center of town a
smallish stage had been set up. The old Mayor had declared
Millberry on lockdown until it passed. Since Dr. Money's virus had
sweeped through the town and the whole world lots of people had
passed on. A little less than one fourth of the town was alive.
Alive and mutated in to people with unique powers.
A letter with TOP SECRET in red stamped on the top and From the
desk of Doctor Money on the front had been slipped inside each
house of a survivor. The leter was organized, black and white, and
used AR BONNIE as font.
Dear remaining citizens of Millberry,
I, Doctor Money, want to personaly invite all to the center of
town. There we shall discuss what to next with our lives and
rebuild this town into a better one than before. Each survivor
shall also receive a form of consultation if required. I, Doctor
Money, wish you all the best and hope to see you there at five
o'clock sharp.
~~~
Dabria shook her head and tossed the letter in the trash. It was a
joke, maybe others were blind, but she had a hunch that this so
called "doctor" meant more harm than good. Still, she figured she'd
go just for kicks.
“Bull.” Flay threw the paper into the flames, watching it burn. “I
would rather die than help a guy I already hate.” She muttered to
herself. She walked back to her chair. It was a short walk since it
was a small house. Why don’t you go? It will be fun, I’m sure of
it. Besides, that guy can’t be all that bad, can he? Flay
closed her eyes. “Shut up, I’m too lazy.” She growled. She quickly
thrust her hand to her side table. A pocketknife flew into her
hands and she threw it straight at her head. It impaled her skull,
but it didn’t kill her. A nauseating wave of pain went through her
body, almost making her collapse. Uh uh uh... I won’t allow
that. The knife fell to the floor, the wound quickly closed up.
Angel whipped her hand and letter zipped around the room before
fluttering to her waist. She was on the couch just trying to wrap
her head around Dr. Money's request. "What kind of consultation
would he even give? Seventy-five percent of our population is
dead." Angel scribbled down on a note pad about a reminder as she
always seemed to be incredbly forgetful about even th most basic
things.
Dabria could hear the spirts whsipering, hissing, shrieking. Most
were in shock about beind dead, unfortunatly Dabria couldn't help
them move on at the moment as until five a lot of people were still
on lockdown. However, Dabria had a sort of "free pass" as she had
to take care of dead corpses. . .and Angel was suposed to help her,
but even if she didn't it wasn't a huge deal.
“Fine! I’ll go!” She yelled. She picked the knife up and threw it
at the wall. She grabbed her coat and headed out the door. Go
check other houses... Maybe someone else is there... “I’m not a
freaking stalker!” She said. She slammed the door and kept walking.
5 o clock was a few hours from now, so she had time to kill.
Dabria headed to the morgue, this was her job and she was
technically the only one left who know what she was doing, no one
else wanted to get near the corpses for fear of getting infected.
Even as the few remaining doctors and nurses had deemed the bodies
clear it didn't change a thing. Once at the Morgue Dabria put on
her heavy jacket, face mask, and gloves just in case, then she got
to work. The streets were littered with corpses of the dead. Dabria
had been given the orders to remove all organs if they were still
good and cremate all the bodies to lower the chances of infection,
loved ones would come for the ashes of the bodies.
Dabria had just loaded a cart filled with the dead when she saw
Flay in the streets, she didn't comment anything other than "Watch
your step please."
“Hmm?” She looked down and saw multiple corpses. She wasn’t
bothered by it, she just walked right by them. She was pretty much
immune to the infection anyways, so she didn’t have to be too
cautious. “Need help?”
"Not really, but try to avoid getting the cart too full or
dmanaging the bodies too much." Dabria responded ignoring one
ghost's demand on being in her own little cart because she
"deserved it," it wasn't uncommon fo the spirts to ask for such
crazy demands.
Once the cart was full Dabria pulled it back to the morgue, where
Dabria then picked up a body and carried it inside and set it on
one of the tables to prepare for organ removal.
Inside, there was one male body in a small see thought cube
attached to a monitor in the back corner of the room. Despite the
signs reading "DO NOT DISTURB" taped up on the thick glass cube, it
was a bit intriguing. The male looked about mid twenties; though a
bit younger since it looked like he was sleeping, his brown hair
was a bit singed at the end from being burnt from fire or
electicty, and he was wearing nothing but a hospital gown.
Flay waited by her house door, looking at the morgue. She knew it
wasn’t her place to intrude on the place. She waited to see if
anyone else came out of their houses
Angel came out of her house a bit later, her white hair pulled up
and brown eyes wide and alert, even though there wasn't much to be
worried about now. Right? It was getting close to five and Angel at
least wanted to get to the center of town in decent time, unlike
last time.
Other towns people came out, some looked like they were going to
starve to death, others just looked like death itself. Wide eyes,
hollow cheeks, thin and frail bodies, tiny babies screaming in
hunger. . .
She looked over at Angel, smiling a bit. The smile quickly faded
when she saw the hopeless look on people’s faces. She wasn’t
disturbed by it, she was sad instead. How come she got everything
she needed while everyone else had to fight to survive? How come
she was rewarded with a chance to see Dr. Money?
As the towns people gathered some of the people leaned on
eachother, mostly married couples. Flay noticed that most of the
younger childeren and babies and elderly weren't around, possibly
from when the virus took them out. One couple's face was still
fresh with the sorrow with the loss of one of the twins, the other
was tightly clinging to her father.
She looked at everyone, deciding to stay where she was until 4:45.
She was a pretty quick runner, she could probably make it on time.
“What am I thinking? I can’t just sit here...” she mumbled to
herself. She walked over to a small group of people, possibly a
family. There were only 3 people, but they were in a huddle.
The family of three didn't notice Flay, they were engrossed in
their conversation.
"Mommy, where are we going?" the small child aked his mother in a
small trembulous voice.
The mother held her baby girl to her chest, despite all odds this
newborn and survived. "To the town square sweet heart."
"If you ask me, this so called Doctor Money sounds like a sham."
The father hissed gruffly, as he ruffled his son's hair. "most of
us are scrapping by so how does he think he'll help us?"
She stayed quiet. She stepped back a bit, crossing her arms. I
don’t trust him either... she thought to herself. Strangely,
her headache stopped when Dr. Money was mentioned. Her thoughts
cleared and she became more alert. It was almost as if the voice
was an actual being, not just her stupid self-conscious. If the
voice was another entity, they probably knew a bit about Dr. Money
People were gathering and it was getting croweded fast. A small
girl, no older than eight, had mess brown hair in pigtails that
were falling out, her blue eyes were half open in what could be
interpiated as fatigue. She was dressed in a torn and tattered
faded red and white dress, clinging to a small penguin plushie as
if she depended on it. Her bare feet tapped on the path, ocaonsly
stumbling and tripping over either her feet or fallen branches or
even pebbles. Her parents were no where near her, perhaps they died
too?
(Cosmixx, please have Fay adpot this little bean.)
Flay ran to the crowd. A small girl caught her attention. She saw
many other children without parents, so why did this one intrigue
her? She walked up to her and knelt down to meet her line of sight.
She put her hand on her shoulder. “Hello, what’s your name?” She
asked. She had a sweet and relaxing tone, a tone she hadn’t heard
from herself in years.