A long pained moan echoed throughout the apartment of Sylvia Eden. The moan of someone who was out drinking with her friends for way too long last night and was just now starting to regret it. She felt terrible. She felt like she was freaking dead. Her memory was a mess of flashing images-shot glasses lined up, laughter, someone spilling a drink, kissing Janet, no regrets there, it was all there but just out of reach. She groaned. Half in embarrassment, half in regret. She cracked one eye open and the flashing lights outside stabbed at her brain like a blade. Her mouth was a desert and the queasy gnawing sensation in her stomach warned her not to move too quickly. She managed to turn over on her back and tried to blink her eyes and managed to, eventually, see through the blinding light streaming through the window and she managed to see her jacket half-draped over a chair, her phone laying on a table next to her wallet, her clothes scattered, the bottles....how fucking drunk did she get last night? Sylvia moaned again and collapsed on the bed trying to block out the roaring and booming outside. What the fuck was all that anyway?! A fucking thunderstorm? And why didn't her alarm wake her up? Was the power out? Sylvia fumbled around for it and eventually managed to find the alarm and then she let her arm drop and looked over at it. "...the fuck? Wh-wha...what?" She stammered out as she stared at the time on the clock. 6:66.6:66. 666. "Fucking things glitched. She mumbled. "Annnd what the hell is that smell? Is that me? Is that the bar? Is that the booze? The hell?" She squeezed her eyes and she began sitting up straight and ran her fingers through her hair. As expected it felt like an absolute mess. "Fuuuuuck....wonder if I can call in sick today? Certainly feel like it. Should be fine, right? Guess I gotta get up first....why the fuck is everything so loud? What's happening out there?" She eventually managed to throw off her blanket and she shifted so she put her feet on the ground and began walking across the room kicking a bottle out of her way while scratching her head. The noises were starting to become clearer now that she was awake but she ignored it to walk into her bathroom. Sylvia stretched and then she reached down and placed her hands down on the sink. She yawned again and then she opened her eyes and finally saw the absolute nightmare that she'd woken up to.
She was sill wearing her tanktop and shorts from last night but her body....her body was....it looked changed. The room was changed. There were blood splatters on the walls. On her arms and legs. All over the sink. Her skin...her skin was now a pale turquoise blue. It didn't even look like her body anymore. There were....scars on her arms and legs and stomach and body. Some of them were stitched shut and some of them weren't. Her lips were covered in a black lipstick now. Where the hell did she even get that? Her hair...her hair looked like it had been electrocuted! It was all over the place and what had once been a beautiful golden blonde was now a wild unkempt silver haired mess. Her eyes were now practically pitch black if not for the glowing red irises in the middle. She tried to open her mouth to ask what was happening but her teeth had been changed as well. They were...sharp. Razor sharp and pointy but they looked like a fucking shark's now! She opened and closed her teeth over and over again as she beheld the gleaming sharp teeth that now filled her mouth. It was impossible. It was all impossible. It was utterly unbelivably impossible! This couldn't be real! It was a bad dream! It was a nightmare! It was a fucking alcohol fueled fantasy! It was a nightmare! It had to be! It wasn't real! It couldn't be real!
"Ah...ah...ah....ahhhhhh....ahhhhhhhh.....ahhhhhhhh.....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Huhhhhh....huhhhhh....huhhhh....ohhhh-ohhhhh-ohhhhkay. Ohhhhh-kay. Okay. Okay. Alright, lets...lets be reasonable about this. This is....this is a dream. This is a dream. I mean fucking obviously, right? It's a dream. I-I-I got drunk. I got waaaaayyyy too drunk last night and I'm having a drunken dream. Yeah. Right. Okay. Okay. Right. That has to be it. I-I got drunk. I got too damn drunk and maybe smoked or snorted something that I shouldn't have and...and now I'm having a bad dream. It's a drunken nightmare. I'm gonna wake up and forgot all about this bullshit." Sylvia assured herself and closed her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "Okay Sylvia. Okay. It's time to wake up Sylvia! It's time to wake up. Wake-up, Sylvia! Wake-up! Wake up! Waaaaaake up! WAKE THE FUCK UP SYLVIA!" She suddenly screamed and opened her eyes again to see that she was still faced with The Monster. "No...no...nononononono...no. No this...this is fake. This is a nightmare. That's all. That's all it is." She reached up and patted her face repeatedly. "Come on. Wake up! Wake up! This...this isn't real! It's not real, you hear me?!" She shouted at the ceiling. "It's fake! It's fake! This! Is! FAKE! WAKE UP BRAIN! WAKE UP! It's a dream...it has to be. It has to be. Water. I need water. I need to splash myself and-" She turned on the sink and a fountain of blood gushed out of the faucet prompting another shriek from Sylvia as she backed away. "FUCKING WHY?!" She screamed again and then she turned around to the shower and she flung it open and tried to turn it on only for that to spray blood out as well! "OH COME ON!" She turned it off and then she turned around and turned off the faucet. "It's...it's fake. It has to be. It has to be." She sighed and sank down to the floor and she hugged her knees. "This can't be real. It's impossible. It's impossible." She grabbed her face with her hands and rubbed it. "What do I do? What do I do? Why is this happening?" She continued to mumble to herself as the racket outside continued to escalate in volume. Eventually she raised her head and look over in the direction of the door and then she slowly climbed to her feet and walked across the bathroom and then she exited and looked outside.
The city was in chaos. Monsters were rampaging all throughout the city. All sorts of inhuman creatures that she couldn't recognize were rushing all throughout the city in all directions in a blind panic. Cars had either crashed together in the street or were flat out abandoned as a result of whatever the hell had happened to turn everyone in the city into...this. Sylvia noticed that several of the buildings looked like they'd been abandoned for years with pieces of the buildings broken or missing and the windows were in various states of broken. She pulled back and finally looked around her room. It was a mess as usual but she noticed the floor was broken in various places and the walls were either cracked or torn along with the closet door laying on the floor. The windows were in the same condition as the rest of them.
"Okay seriously, what the hell? How is this happening? How did I sleep through all of this? How fucking drunk was I?" Sylvia pondered out loud. "And also? What the hell do I do now? Safe thing might be to just stay put and wait for emergency services but somehow I...I don't think they'll be of any help today. I also won't get any answers just sitting here so...alright. I'll turn on the TV, see if the news is reporting anything, and get changed. Phone. Gonna need that too. Right." She walked over to a nightstand and grabbed the remote and sat down on the bed to turn on the TV.
The image was fuzzy at first, only broadcasting a wall of shifting static and dark shadows, as if the TV was either glitched to hell or if there was some kind of interference. A third possibility began to creep into her mind however, that something else was going on here, that the TV was struggling to broadcast something from a far-off place, from somewhere deep and cold. When the screen finally stabilized she was presented with something far worse than she could have imagined. It was a dim, dark, nightmarish landscape of burning red and flickering black. Strange, distorted figures writhed in agony in the shadows, their faces twisted and blurred, like something half-remembered from a nightmare. The air itself looked heavy, thick with smoke and smog and embers all swirling together in slow, oppressive currents. Flames flickered up from cracks in the ground, illuminating skeletal trees and distant cliffs with the faces of the Holy Saints embedded within them all screaming in horrendous agony. There was something else there too, something she couldn't make out, like hundreds of voices crying out in despair from far away. She strained to understand what they were saying but the words were just beyond comprehension. They slipped through her mind like water through her fingers.
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While she was in the middle of trying to figure this out one of the skeletal figures turned to face the camera directly, as though it could see her sitting there, slack-jawed and frozen. The figure's eyes were hollow, empty pits, but she could feel its stare as if t was an ice cold searing weight pressing against her mind. Her hands shook as she reached for the remote but the buttons wouldn't respond. The screen pulsed and flashed and Sylvia began to feel the heat, actual, literal, searing heat from the TV, washing over her and threatening to burn her alive! Burn. Burn. Burn with us. Burn with us. BURN WITH THEM ALL! The figures began to scream, louder and louder, in a chorus of pain and hatred that pressed against her skull! With no other choice she flung the remote at the TV in a frenzied panic. The remote pierced through the television screen and out the other side of the television, bursting it open like a bullet and imbedding itself in the wall. The burst of sparks was a small price to pay for turning off the TV however and ending that portion of this nightmare.
Sylvia sat there on the bed gasping for breath, was she even breathing? Did Zombies or...whatever the hell she was now even need to breathe? Regardless she sat there in shock and horror trying to repeatedly calm herself down from whatever it was that she just witnessed until she came to a decision.
"Yeah....fuck this! I'm outta here!" She hopped off the bed and ran to her closet to get dressed. She got changed out of last nights clothes and threw on fresh bra and panties, jeans, a shirt and a jacket and then slipped on her shoes, grabbed her phone and wallet and ran to the door. Whatever was waiting for her outside had to be preferrable to whatever THAT was!
