emmylooloo
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Request completed for a friend (Decided to let y'all judge it)
It made sense that when it started, Juliana was the first to go. She had wings, so much easier to grab onto than any other limb anyone else had, and when she left the group to investigate herself, it made perfect sense that it would be the moment it would happen. So when Juliana was bitten, she was already prepared. She had let the others panic, let them beg to help her and give their empty promises that it was going to be okay, gave them equally empty reassurances. When midnight fell, she left. She left all of her clothing behind and put on the gritty, bloody clothing that was scrapped for being unsafe. It wouldn't matter now, and she refused to let herself turn. No, that wouldn't do, not at all. She knew how it would end, in tragedy and desperation, and there was already enough of that now, in this fallen world slowly piecing itself back together. She hoped that they would make it to the end, that they would live to see the scattered bits of humanity piece themselves back together, to tell her story for her. But she would not live to see that. Not today. So Juliana places the gun to her temple and pulls. A single gunshot rings out into the silent night, and all is quiet as her body hits the floor.
Eliza and James go out together. It isn't a surprise to anyone, not even them. It is spontaneous and sudden- you blink, and they're gone, just like they are. It was by far a better death than they could have hoped for. They didn't fall to the undead, didn't crumble to famine or illness. A flash of light, the sound of an engine, a crunch and a thump, and they were gone. Far simpler than the dragged out agony of the others. It was a clean death, and for that, the remaining two were grateful. They didn't have to feel the pain of many others, and they were free, free from the hellish nightmare that the world had become.
Felicia left in a whirlwind of fire, blazing as brightly as she came into the world when she left it. Just when Kieran's group had knitted themselves together into a society, it had to burn down. A drip of gasoline, a careless cigarette, and the entire sanctuary was ablaze faster than she could speak. Ironically, Felicia, with the spirit in her soul and the fire in her eyes, succumbed to the exact thing she had always admired. It was still a better death than she had thought she would have. Honestly, it was one of the better ones she could hope for, to die amongst the dancing flames. It was almost beautiful before the inferno swallowed her whole.
Kieran was the last to leave. He was surprised that he had made it so long, that he had seen so much. The world was back now, wiser than before. He only wished that the others could have lived long enough to see it, long enough to see the memorials erected for the fallen. Long enough to watch children play on the streets once more, for the houses to be working and all the countries back into their original states, enough to watch as vaccines were spread out to the remaining survivors. It was a shame they had passed so early on, a shame that he was the only one that had made it past seventeen. So it felt right to him as he stood perfectly still, that he would die not of old age, but in a way that would have him go out with a flash and a bang. Indeed, fifty was a good age to have lived to. He missed his friends, and although he cared for his newer ones, he longed to see the ones of his youth once more. So Kieran ceased to fight against the man, almost smiled as he waited for his turn, to be united with the others once more. It had been a long, hard road, and Kieran was ready to go home.
It made sense that when it started, Juliana was the first to go. She had wings, so much easier to grab onto than any other limb anyone else had, and when she left the group to investigate herself, it made perfect sense that it would be the moment it would happen. So when Juliana was bitten, she was already prepared. She had let the others panic, let them beg to help her and give their empty promises that it was going to be okay, gave them equally empty reassurances. When midnight fell, she left. She left all of her clothing behind and put on the gritty, bloody clothing that was scrapped for being unsafe. It wouldn't matter now, and she refused to let herself turn. No, that wouldn't do, not at all. She knew how it would end, in tragedy and desperation, and there was already enough of that now, in this fallen world slowly piecing itself back together. She hoped that they would make it to the end, that they would live to see the scattered bits of humanity piece themselves back together, to tell her story for her. But she would not live to see that. Not today. So Juliana places the gun to her temple and pulls. A single gunshot rings out into the silent night, and all is quiet as her body hits the floor.
Eliza and James go out together. It isn't a surprise to anyone, not even them. It is spontaneous and sudden- you blink, and they're gone, just like they are. It was by far a better death than they could have hoped for. They didn't fall to the undead, didn't crumble to famine or illness. A flash of light, the sound of an engine, a crunch and a thump, and they were gone. Far simpler than the dragged out agony of the others. It was a clean death, and for that, the remaining two were grateful. They didn't have to feel the pain of many others, and they were free, free from the hellish nightmare that the world had become.
Felicia left in a whirlwind of fire, blazing as brightly as she came into the world when she left it. Just when Kieran's group had knitted themselves together into a society, it had to burn down. A drip of gasoline, a careless cigarette, and the entire sanctuary was ablaze faster than she could speak. Ironically, Felicia, with the spirit in her soul and the fire in her eyes, succumbed to the exact thing she had always admired. It was still a better death than she had thought she would have. Honestly, it was one of the better ones she could hope for, to die amongst the dancing flames. It was almost beautiful before the inferno swallowed her whole.
Kieran was the last to leave. He was surprised that he had made it so long, that he had seen so much. The world was back now, wiser than before. He only wished that the others could have lived long enough to see it, long enough to see the memorials erected for the fallen. Long enough to watch children play on the streets once more, for the houses to be working and all the countries back into their original states, enough to watch as vaccines were spread out to the remaining survivors. It was a shame they had passed so early on, a shame that he was the only one that had made it past seventeen. So it felt right to him as he stood perfectly still, that he would die not of old age, but in a way that would have him go out with a flash and a bang. Indeed, fifty was a good age to have lived to. He missed his friends, and although he cared for his newer ones, he longed to see the ones of his youth once more. So Kieran ceased to fight against the man, almost smiled as he waited for his turn, to be united with the others once more. It had been a long, hard road, and Kieran was ready to go home.
