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Luna Stitch, In The Beginning //Part 3 out!

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Hi all, this is my go at creative writing and Luna's story. It is a long story so I am putting it up in a series of parts. Hope you enjoy \o/

Luna Stitch, In The Beginning, Part 1

The air was thin, crisp, and the cold was unforgiving. It whipped through the car and felt like razor blades while it hit her face. Sure new windows could be put in once upon a time, but that kind of luxury was long passed. As were a lot of things. After more than two years in this apocalyptic world, pickings were slim out on the road. Having a working vehicle was a miracle in itself.

Luna was only 21 when it began. She had come to Chernarus with her parents and older brother as a vacation to visit her cousins, aunt and uncle. They hadn't seen them since she was very young, her uncle moved to Chernarus to be with her aunty after meeting on a trip. The weather wasn't much better back then, but at least you could feel dry and warm. Luna had not wanted to come, she hated travelling, sitting cramped up in a car or air plane or even on a ship, motion sickness, unable to stretch, being in such close quarters of others. Then unable to sleep in your own bed, surrounded by your own belongings. Who would want to subject themselves to such things. But Luna's parents had somehow got her to come, tricked her into it, yes, that had to be how it happened. They worried that she did not get out enough, that she wasn’t making the most of life. At 21 they thought a young lady should be doing more staying home and only going out to work in a food factory or visit them. But Luna liked her solitary, simple, ordinary life. For her life was about the simple pleasures.

Arriving here in Chernarus, Luna realised it wasn't all bad. She was with family after all. There also wasn't much to do in the area, to Luna this was a good things. A couple of weeks went by that she got to stay around the house relaxing with some books while her brother, father and cousins went hunting or fishing and her mum and aunt tended to the overgrowth they were passing off as a garden. A couple times she had ventured into a small town called Pusta with her mother and Aunt. Little were any of them aware of the changes already going on in the world around them.

It had been a strange day, no one knew what was really going on, at least no one was telling Luna. They had been told the area was being invaded and advised to take shelter in the storm cellar. Invaded? Well, the soldiers did look genuinely worried, but it was the scientist looking man that did not make sense to Luna.

Into the cellar they piled, it wasn't overly large and Luna had to bunk with her brother. Time passed, how long did they have to stay in here? Hearing planes and distant explosions, then nothing. Food and water supplies were too low to remain locked down here. The decision was made that the hunters, the men, excluding my brother, would go out and investigate, get some supplies and return, hopefully in a days time.

It felt like the longest day in this whole ordeal so far. Just waiting around, unable to help, not knowing if they are ok or not. It was so tense in the shelter that you could cut the air with a paper knife. They did return however, early the next day. Their faces were pale, skin clammy, as if they had seen ghosts, or something truly horrible. Covered in dirt and mud and at second inspection, blood. All that was said was 'The dead are walking'.

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Nice, easy, followable read. +1 from me

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SweetJoe    389

This is a Very good beginning to what i hope is a much longer story. Its well written and I'm able to get a feel for who luna is. I'm looking forward to reading more about her, and discovering who she really is.

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Thanks for the nice comments guys, Part 2 for your enjoyment :)

Luna Stitch, In The Beginning, Part 2

For so long it was all about caution, hiding, tactical, smart supply runs and staying invisible to both the infected and other people. None of them knew how this all began, but it was here and they had to survive it. Nothing on T.V, power, maybe if you had your own generator. The radios were full of transmissions at the beginning, calls for help mostly and requests for evacuation. No information though and it did not seem that the plea's were being answered. It changed to silence, nothing but static for some time before one night they heard a transmission asking for the search of survivors, in plain, clear English, but this sparked great debate amongst the family. Should they answer or not? Are people they do not know a good idea really? As it were the pro's and cons were weighed up and they decided to stay put for the better of themselves. They stopped listening in afterwards.

The females of their small group meaning Luna, her mum and aunt, were hardly allowed to ever leave the cellar. After the early manic panic the country went through Luna managed to convince her father to take her out for a supply run. Her brother was sick, again, he was often getting unwell and they needed someone to take his place when needed. She was loaded up with minimal gear and an axe and off they went.

Fast, silent and aware were what was stressed most while they set about in the crisp darkness of Chernarus. They steadily headed down the side of the old road towards Pusta, distant groans could be heard but nothing else. Darkness was their ally, the infected seem to be almost unaware of what was going on around them during the night. They were however, worse than she expected, but what had she expected? You would think there had been enough zombie movies and games to have desensitised the horror of seeing one. But it hadn't prepared her for the realism of it. The missing body parts of any kind and number, even internals exposed or hanging out, soulless eyes, coagulated blood all over them and the stench of rotting flesh. She felt her heart almost beating out of her chest, as if it knew better then to be here and wanted out, to run, far from this. They had ducked into a few empty houses and filled their bags with the little scraps they could find. Luna couldn’t help but feel guilty as she rummaged silently through the homes, there used to be a family here, happy, living, and now here she was picking it clean of any food or other useful supplies which were still in good shape. On the way out they filled all the containers they had with them with water from the pump in Pusta, careful and quick. Risks kept minimal, no infected aware of their presence and no injury. Needless to say Luna was not so keen on going out afterwards.

Pickings got slim, people were hoarding. They found this out when witnessing 'hoarders' and finding out about these 'bandits' passing through the area, they captured Luna's uncle off guard one evening and tortured him to death for information on his hideout and where he kept his gear. He did not give up his family though, keeping in the urge to cry out in pain in case they could hear him, hoping his boys were not watching and had been taken back by his brother before anything happened. They hadn't, they were in the trees, watching in horror, unable to move themselves from the frozen positions they were in. An image to stay with them forever.

Life went on, and as it did they again fell into a sense of being safe and got lazy. Returns with injuries, scratches, close calls were increasing, in Luna's opinion it shouldn't be happening at all. Not only were they getting slack and careless, but here and there was a more evolved infected. Stronger, tougher and faster. Luna had to learn fast off her mum as much first aid as possible to be helpful in some way. Although a scratch from the infected would not immediately turn you into one like the movies, it could make you very sick if left untreated and who knows afterwards.

More days passed and they had been needing to venture further now and it would take days before returning. When one grim day Luna's father did not return. The boys could not even talk when they return and could only shake their heads when asked about where he was. Luna's mum, clearly distraught, fell into a kind of daze, not quite all here in the real world puttering around the cellar, still able to care for Luna's brother as was still getting unwell, even if it was poor care. The illness was like a flu that never really left him and comes back to remind him of its presence lingering there, always.

Time continued to roll by, Luna figured around two years but could not be certain as she lost track some time ago. Things were not great living in a cellar with only the basics needed to survive, scavenging harder to do and everyone reluctant to go out, luckily Luna knew how to enjoy the little things in life, small comforts like having a warm meal, sometimes even fresh meat if they found some on a hunt, people she loved and cared about around even after their losses, a roof over their heads. It was these kinds of things that kept her going.

It was one of those dim days, heavy down pour of rain, Luna's brother very unwell, one of her cousins had run off and not returned yet while her aunt went out looking, her mum staring at a wall all day. Luna gave up on her attempts to make anything better and nestled in to sleep.

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Mellstrom    21

I like this, a lot.

Keep it up!

Was kind of creepy how i read it in your voice.

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Some very immensive and realistic writing. GJ on that! :*

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Cjbustuup    1

Another great read. I feel there could have been a little more detail about the capture of your uncle. Looking forward to the next entry.

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Muntz    3

Mmm. 'Coagulated'. Great word.

I like. Keep it up please.

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Thank you all for the feedback, much appreciated :) Here is the final part of the story, hope you enjoy.

Luna Stitch, In The Beginning, Part 3

A strange, but somehow familiar noise woke her. While her mind searched around for the memory that contained it, her body had already remembered, her heart started trying to escape her chest with its manic thumping while sweat began to form on her brow. Ever so slowly she opened her eyes to the horrific scene that had unfold in front of her while she was sleeping. The cellar door was open and one cousin was standing there trembling in terror, watching, Luna followed his gaze across the room to over in one of the corners near another of the beds was her brother and mother tearing into the fresh body of her other cousin. Luna froze, what was she to do, her brother and mum? No it couldn't be, how has this happened? Laying there frozen like her cousin in the doorway, she could see her mum was missing an arm and there was blood all over her, her brother only seemed to have a lot of blood on him. They just kept eating, uncaring of the world around them, not having noticed anything but their feast. Suddenly her cousin who had seemed to have gathered his wits, was creeping across the room, somewhere along the way he had grabbed an axe, he glanced at Luna and gave the suggestion that she get moving also. She slid her way out of bed as quietly as possible constantly afraid of them hearing how loud her heart was thumping, luckily they were not facing her and she hadn't been sleeping near her brother while he was sick. Nearby sat a hatchet, picking it up it felt a lot heavier then she thought it would. Raised up and ready to strike she crept forward with her cousin. Was she really going to drive this hatchet into her mum's skull? The woman who had raised her, loved her and cared for her more then anyone in this world. Or even her brother, they had always been there for each other, stuck together, stood up for each other. Their dad was already gone, was she supposed to lose them also?

They paused, something was distracting them from the fresh meal before them, had Luna made a noise? Luna held her breath, a moment passed that felt like an hour, they turned and there it was, the soulless eyes again, they were already gone. Another moment passed and her cousin lunged with his axe towards her brother. He did not miss altogether, the axe buried into his chest enough to kill or greatly injure a normal human, but this was a miss when it came to killing infected. You had to get them in the head, one thing that was just like in the movies and games. Both brother and mum pounced on him, ripping him apart easily like ripping up a sheet of paper. There was nothing she could do, she was still frozen from the dead, soulless gaze she had just been given from the two. But the pounding of her heart did not allow this state for very long, it was soon trying to make its escape again but this time taking Luna with it. She ran as fast as she could, were they chasing? She didn't want to turn around and find out, to be faced with having to kill them in order for her to survive. She was running, she didn't know where, she did not even know in what direction, right now it didn't even matter. All that mattered was getting away.

Was that tears running down her face? Was she still holding onto the hatchet? This pain, the sudden awareness of how tired and sore her legs were, she had no idea how far she had ran. She stopped, breathing heavy and taking in her surroundings, listening for anything that could be following her or even nearby. It was still dark and she needed to find somewhere to rest and deal with what had just happened. Fumbling around in the dark forest she had found herself in, there was what may have been once an old camp site from a survivor, to Luna it was just a ditch to collapse in and rest her heavy, sore legs. As she lay there looking out into a gap in the trees above at the clear night sky all she could think of was how alone she was now, no loved ones, no roof over her head, no small comforts to help her carry on, what would she do now? As the tears continued to roll down her face, she fell into a sleep that provided her with a continuous loop of everything that just happened.

The morning was freezing, it made her still sore legs ache more and almost refuse to move. The events of the night still fresh in her mind, not likely to go anywhere soon. But she had to move, she had laid there far too long already contemplating what she should do now in a land she knew nothing of, forced to enter this new world. But in the distance was the sound of waves lapping against a shore, it was hard to mistake the noise for anything else and this gave Luna somewhere to go, a plan of sorts, as shores often had towns or cities on them, she had seen some on the plane over and she needed supplies. She still had the hatchet, so at least there was some protection. Her goal would be food and drink firstly and probably a backpack. Gingerly she got to her feet and started off rather slowly towards the sound of waves.

Getting to the shore, Luna could see she was not far from a town, it was colder still now that she was close to the water and the noise of the waves reminded her of how thirsty she was. There wasn't a lot of cover and it was day, not favourable conditions but she had no choice, she was freezing, hungry, extremely thirsty and now no where to go. Walking into the town she could see a few infected wondering the streets, grunting and groaning to themselves, Luna wondered if anything went through their minds, if they even had thoughts or memories of their lives. Failing to understand or recognise the signs around, she continued to the first few houses along the street, she needed to remember to pick up a map, maybe there was one in English, even so she could compare the symbols of the language and find where she was. Leaving the first few houses, again feeling the guilt of stealing the little supplies they contained, she got through the rest of the town fairly quickly and with no trouble, although she only found one can of soda and a packet of crisps.

She decided to keep heading up the road, coming across a gas station that had a convenience store. Luna contained herself from having much hope as how much could be left after so long? Searching the shelves out the back of the shop she heard something she did not expect and did not know how to react to. A voice, a live, human voice.

'Hello' he said confidently in an accent she did not recognise, Luna spun around to see a man standing in the entrance of the store. He was dressed in military clothes, with a helmet and clothing that covered most of his face, he was holding a large gun, one that looked as though it had been just taken off the shelf it was that new. Stunned, Luna knew still she had to respond, a croaky quiet 'Hi' slipped from her dry lips. He moved inside a bit as one infected must have noticed him and was on chase. 'What are you doing?' he said while pulling out his side arm and making quick work of it. Luna could feel her heart again, even if he was in military clothing, it did not mean he was still or ever was a good person. She found some words eventually, 'Just shopping'. Why did she say that? Shopping, what a laugh in these times. Just as she said it another man came walking in, 'Hello there, what is going on in here?' he said in a thick British accent. The military man responded quickly and almost as though he was angry, 'Nothing', turning to Luna he added 'is this your friend is it?' Before she had time to catch up as her mind was still stuck in the fact she had seen a live human the British man answered for her, 'Yeah she is with me, who are you?' The man mumbled something in another tongue and left rather quickly. Luna, who was still catching up turned to the guy before her, he was dressed a lot more casual, still had a gun with him though. His face was visible, an older looking man, she guessed around her fathers age but you could see the past couple years etched into his face like a map. He quickly introduced himself as Professor Hunter and mentioned that the other man was likely planning on robbing her, that they should get moving in case he had friends nearby. Rob her? She didn’t even have anything and what did this professor want with her? He did seem friendly to her though, she hadn't had the chance to think ahead to actually meeting other survivors and what she would do when she did. But this man wanted to help her, he didn’t even know her, so she followed him quickly away from the area and off in-land.

'Where are we going' she managed to muster up the courage to ask. He mentioned having a vehicle nearby with supplies she could help herself to. They didn't take long to reach the vehicle, it was more of a large truck, one that held a lot of people, it was battered and old looking, no windows but it was good enough for Luna. All she wanted to do was relax, eat and drink and this is what she got to do.

The air was thin, crisp, and the cold was unforgiving. They drove along the coast off to pick up more members of this professor's 'faction' as he called it. They exchanged some words, well more that he asked her about herself and she answered but without much detail, he didn't seem to mind that. She still had not made up her mind if this was a smart thing to do, but really there was not much point in staying out there alone without supplies or any knowledge. Her heart was at least no longer trying to jump out of her chest, so for now, this was good enough for her.

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IAmJackBandit    77

This last part was awesome...also really long but thats ok. I wish I could write like this but I always get a bad case of writers block...wtbs this was totally a great read!

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I am really enjoying these Luna keep them coming please!!!

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SweetJoe    389

Very well written. Very Touching. Id like to read more from you.

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Muntz    3

Nice descriptive writing. I rate.

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