Eternity
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- Local time
- Today 6:47 AM
- Messages
- 269
- Age
- 37
- Pronouns
- She, Her
As the world now stood in ruins all around, and the dead now rising on their own; Victoria Frankenstein found herself amongst a treasure trove. Consumed by obsession with life, death and everything decay, the apocalypse had brought her obsession to a head. As a child she had grown to love everything from the ancient Egyptians to other cultures that believed in life after death and rising once more; and she was determined to find a way to not bring eternal life as others were after, but to bring the dead back to life. Victoria was an odd child no doubt, but she had her friends, nevertheless.
Victoria, like everyone else, was taken by surprise when the sick started to die and rise once more to attack the people, but it wasn't a frightful feeling for her; it was more excitement than anything else. The spark of ideas spun through her as she watched as people around her were extinguished by the walking dead, tearing at their flesh leaving them in heaps to eventually rise on their own if lucky. Joy filled her in ways that wrought a sense of madness over her, scrambling to keep herself alive all the while looking for the perfect place to set up her base of operations. She had to be some place where the dead couldn't just smash their way in looking for a meal, but also some place that has already been passed over by the living trying to survive.
Finding herself held up in a 12th century church that had been preserved by the town's historian, it now came to great use to Victoria as she turned the upper rafters into a loft. Day in and day out when the dead were less crowded, she had brought in wood from surrounding construction projects and pilfered from the surrounding neighborhoods. Standing in the doorway of her new 'laboratory' she held her hands on her hips, her blue eyes scanning over the equipment that now appeared rigged to the ceiling of the church with the help of metal scaffolding and her good friend Henry. "Looks good!" Nodding her head in appreciation, she grinned back to her friend who stood behind her brandishing a rifle in his hands. "Are you going to let me in, Vicky?" His voice held a bit of nervousness as she stood holding her ground within the door of the church. Glancing back to see a few of the stragglers shuffling their way up the street, she laughed softly. "Oh yes, yes! Sorry, Henry." Stepping off to the left of the heavily carved stone doorway, Henry wasted no time getting inside the thick stone church, closing the heavy wooden door behind him.
Turning back to admire the work they had put into the building; Victoria knew that this church was perfect for what she had in mind. Not only were they protected from the living dead outside, but it gave her the fortification needed to allow her to continue her work into the study of how the dead now walk again amongst them, and pursuing other theories that drowned the lines of the various notebooks she filled on the desk of the old priest's desk.
Henry had gone to the space in which was created as his own for sleeping, un-shouldering his rifle allowing it to rest against the cold stone of the church wall. While her friend prepared for rest, Victoria moved about the workspace created with the dismantled pews and other outsourced materials. Her fingers danced over beakers and heating elements, lifting gas cans to measure the amount of fuel collected to run the massive generator outside the building. As she moved about her supplies, tiny sounds came from her lips as she made mental notes of everything she had collected for her plan. Leaning against the table full of science equipment, she stared at Henry who carefully took his boots off. "Henry!" Startled by his name suddenly being shouted, he dropped his boot with a loud thud. "I think it is time to start collecting the ingredients needed for the perfect experiment. Staring at Victoria from his cot, he resumed taking his worn leather combat boots off. "Vicky, may I get some rest before we go spelunking again?" The tired look in his eyes said it all, as he looked away continuing to take off his worn body armor and other weapons he had hidden away on his body.
Rolling back her shoulders, Victoria just smiled looking away from her childhood best friend. "Yeah, yeah. Get your rest, we will start anew in the morning!" Clapping her hands together, she pranced over to another table filled with the empty test tubes, needles and other medical supplies. Carefully rearranging them in the order in which she preferred them, she found her lab coat hanging on the old worn coat tree she found sitting in the entry hall of the church. Overjoyed with the prospect of her plans coming to fruition, she found her way to a talkback chair she had set up near a metal fire pit they had brought into the stone church to help warm the place on the cold nights and sat with her notebook in hand to read over her notes. Falling asleep to her own ideas, Victoria had dreamt of the world with her science in it.
The next morning Henry was up fully dressed and armed for the outside world, he had eaten his breakfast and found himself awaiting Victoria at the heavy wooden door of the church turned laboratory. Victoria had awoken in the chair hours after Henry with her notebook lying on the ground near her feet, and a blanket over her legs. Wasting no time she had dressed and ate whatever it was Henry had prepared for breakfast, eager to leave she gathered a backpack filled with gloves and other instruments used to remove body parts. Smiling Victoria Frankenstein met Henry at the door with her hands weaved into the handles of her backpack nearly rocking back on her heels with excitement. "Henry! The world beyond awaits us! So much for the taking, and we must find the freshest we can for this to work!" Henry wanted to tell her she was bloody mad, but just unlocked the door and opened it carefully; all the while looking for walkers that may impede their trail or possibly be a match. Disappearing out into the sun the two of them went out to pilfer the world of the dead looking for the parts that Victoria deemed worthy of her hands, worthy of her project.
Several days of collection went on for the two of them, and a few hairy situations. Henry was about at his wits end with Victoria and then that's when all became too much. Leaning over the body of a man whose left arm was still in pretty great shape, Victoria was working hard to remove the arm before the body revived from the virus that ran through the thick sludge that claimed its veins. Completely engulfed in her work she didn't notice the walker that had come up on her until Henry came running and shoved her out of the way. "Vicky!" The weight of the dead fell on him, fighting to take chunks out of his arms; nearly anything it could get a hold of. Finally able to sink his blade into the dead man, another hand came up from behind before Victoria could intervene. He had sunk his teeth into the neck of her lifelong friend Henry, the blood curdling scream that left his lips sunk deep into her soul. She had stood by idly, unable to help in the fight against the dead, instead she was fascinated by the way they could still shamble around like they were still live humans; completely driven by their need to consume human flesh. Finally unsheathing the combat knife she kept on her left hip, she walked up behind the dead that had gathered to feast on Henry, sinking the blade in and out of their tender fleshy temples one by one. Completely consumed with eating her friend allowed her to kill them dead easily, leaving her standing with her knife in one hand while staring at what remained of Henry. "Oh, my dearest Henry." Caring not for the appearance of herself, she wiped clean the blade she disposed of the dead with and put it away allowing her to retrieve her bone saw and bag of tools left where she had been working when the attack happened.
The two of them had been using a large, wheeled wagon to haul the parts she had been harvesting, now she had not only the pieces she needed but the head and brain to finish it off. Henry didn't know he was going to be more a part of her life's work than helping her build and gather the necessary tools, he would BE the project.
It was late in the day when Victoria finally made it back to her laboratory, she hauled in everything she had recovered that day, securing the door tightly behind her. The church started to acquire a smell with all the parts she had assembled, but she had found a way to mitigate it with the windows and incense in the storerooms. Victoria had started putting the pieces together, sewing the body parts together one by one over the course of their harvesting; leaving only the few parts she had left to add. Pulling the wagon to the table where the already assembled pieces laid awaiting the final pieces to the puzzle, she started to work right away. Some would believe she needed to mourn the loss of her best friend, but then again, those close to Victoria would say you didn't know her well at all. Death was nothing to her in that way. Hours passed as she worked through the cramping in her fingers, stopping only to massage out the ones in her palms. Henry's head laid in the cart staring up to her with foggy eyes, the last expression on his face permanently frozen in place. Lifting his head from the wagon she stared at him a moment, a brief smile coming and going as she moved to clean up the cut she made when pulling his head from the rest of what remained of his body. Moving to add him to the body she had created from choice parts, she sewed very carefully. "Oh, my dearest Henry, you will be right as rain."
Testing the blood that remained in each of the pieces and that of Henry, Victoria was ecstatic when she was able to start the blood transfusions. Having set up a double IV in every limb of the body, she started to pump a thick sludge of blood that she had collected from the living dead; enough to fill a human body. Bag after bag of blood, she worked tirelessly for hours until it was finally time to send electricity through the body to stimulate life. The generator she had prepared in the back of the church was primed and filled with fuel; the pull string awaited the weight of her body as she went to pull it three times. Hand tightly around the handle of the pull rope of the generator, Victoria tugged with all of her body not once but three times until the machine roared to life sending electricity down three thick black cords into a machine that was hooked up to the body. Running from the generator to the body, Victoria clapped her hands together watching as the body jolted upwards as the body filled with electricity and then everything stopped. Shutting down the machine, she stood over the body removing the cables waiting for Henry to wake up. Staring at him for what seemed like forever, she felt utter disappointment. Walking back to the high back chair near the fire, she sat staring at the flames. "What did I do wrong?" Leaning forward with her hands on her knees, she folded her hands resting her chin on her knuckles.
While Victoria contemplated her mistakes, the body started to twitch, first fingers then the left foot. Soon Henry stood from the table, not a sound left his mouth, only his feet shuffled him to the back of the chair where Victoria sat staring deep into the flames. A gurgling sound came from his lips, his hands moved to her shoulders as black goo fell from his lips over the top of her head. A scream left her lips as she realized her monster had risen, except without any memory of who he was. "Henry! What are you doing!" His hands had pinned her to the chair, reaching from behind he held her in while he moved around to face her head on. His dull dead eyes held no life, nothing that was of Henry existed in those eyes, no intelligence. Screaming and thrashing, Victoria tried to get out of the grip of her monster only to find him holding her in a bear hug burying his head into the crook of her neck and shoulder.
Victoria, like everyone else, was taken by surprise when the sick started to die and rise once more to attack the people, but it wasn't a frightful feeling for her; it was more excitement than anything else. The spark of ideas spun through her as she watched as people around her were extinguished by the walking dead, tearing at their flesh leaving them in heaps to eventually rise on their own if lucky. Joy filled her in ways that wrought a sense of madness over her, scrambling to keep herself alive all the while looking for the perfect place to set up her base of operations. She had to be some place where the dead couldn't just smash their way in looking for a meal, but also some place that has already been passed over by the living trying to survive.
Finding herself held up in a 12th century church that had been preserved by the town's historian, it now came to great use to Victoria as she turned the upper rafters into a loft. Day in and day out when the dead were less crowded, she had brought in wood from surrounding construction projects and pilfered from the surrounding neighborhoods. Standing in the doorway of her new 'laboratory' she held her hands on her hips, her blue eyes scanning over the equipment that now appeared rigged to the ceiling of the church with the help of metal scaffolding and her good friend Henry. "Looks good!" Nodding her head in appreciation, she grinned back to her friend who stood behind her brandishing a rifle in his hands. "Are you going to let me in, Vicky?" His voice held a bit of nervousness as she stood holding her ground within the door of the church. Glancing back to see a few of the stragglers shuffling their way up the street, she laughed softly. "Oh yes, yes! Sorry, Henry." Stepping off to the left of the heavily carved stone doorway, Henry wasted no time getting inside the thick stone church, closing the heavy wooden door behind him.
Turning back to admire the work they had put into the building; Victoria knew that this church was perfect for what she had in mind. Not only were they protected from the living dead outside, but it gave her the fortification needed to allow her to continue her work into the study of how the dead now walk again amongst them, and pursuing other theories that drowned the lines of the various notebooks she filled on the desk of the old priest's desk.
Henry had gone to the space in which was created as his own for sleeping, un-shouldering his rifle allowing it to rest against the cold stone of the church wall. While her friend prepared for rest, Victoria moved about the workspace created with the dismantled pews and other outsourced materials. Her fingers danced over beakers and heating elements, lifting gas cans to measure the amount of fuel collected to run the massive generator outside the building. As she moved about her supplies, tiny sounds came from her lips as she made mental notes of everything she had collected for her plan. Leaning against the table full of science equipment, she stared at Henry who carefully took his boots off. "Henry!" Startled by his name suddenly being shouted, he dropped his boot with a loud thud. "I think it is time to start collecting the ingredients needed for the perfect experiment. Staring at Victoria from his cot, he resumed taking his worn leather combat boots off. "Vicky, may I get some rest before we go spelunking again?" The tired look in his eyes said it all, as he looked away continuing to take off his worn body armor and other weapons he had hidden away on his body.
Rolling back her shoulders, Victoria just smiled looking away from her childhood best friend. "Yeah, yeah. Get your rest, we will start anew in the morning!" Clapping her hands together, she pranced over to another table filled with the empty test tubes, needles and other medical supplies. Carefully rearranging them in the order in which she preferred them, she found her lab coat hanging on the old worn coat tree she found sitting in the entry hall of the church. Overjoyed with the prospect of her plans coming to fruition, she found her way to a talkback chair she had set up near a metal fire pit they had brought into the stone church to help warm the place on the cold nights and sat with her notebook in hand to read over her notes. Falling asleep to her own ideas, Victoria had dreamt of the world with her science in it.
The next morning Henry was up fully dressed and armed for the outside world, he had eaten his breakfast and found himself awaiting Victoria at the heavy wooden door of the church turned laboratory. Victoria had awoken in the chair hours after Henry with her notebook lying on the ground near her feet, and a blanket over her legs. Wasting no time she had dressed and ate whatever it was Henry had prepared for breakfast, eager to leave she gathered a backpack filled with gloves and other instruments used to remove body parts. Smiling Victoria Frankenstein met Henry at the door with her hands weaved into the handles of her backpack nearly rocking back on her heels with excitement. "Henry! The world beyond awaits us! So much for the taking, and we must find the freshest we can for this to work!" Henry wanted to tell her she was bloody mad, but just unlocked the door and opened it carefully; all the while looking for walkers that may impede their trail or possibly be a match. Disappearing out into the sun the two of them went out to pilfer the world of the dead looking for the parts that Victoria deemed worthy of her hands, worthy of her project.
Several days of collection went on for the two of them, and a few hairy situations. Henry was about at his wits end with Victoria and then that's when all became too much. Leaning over the body of a man whose left arm was still in pretty great shape, Victoria was working hard to remove the arm before the body revived from the virus that ran through the thick sludge that claimed its veins. Completely engulfed in her work she didn't notice the walker that had come up on her until Henry came running and shoved her out of the way. "Vicky!" The weight of the dead fell on him, fighting to take chunks out of his arms; nearly anything it could get a hold of. Finally able to sink his blade into the dead man, another hand came up from behind before Victoria could intervene. He had sunk his teeth into the neck of her lifelong friend Henry, the blood curdling scream that left his lips sunk deep into her soul. She had stood by idly, unable to help in the fight against the dead, instead she was fascinated by the way they could still shamble around like they were still live humans; completely driven by their need to consume human flesh. Finally unsheathing the combat knife she kept on her left hip, she walked up behind the dead that had gathered to feast on Henry, sinking the blade in and out of their tender fleshy temples one by one. Completely consumed with eating her friend allowed her to kill them dead easily, leaving her standing with her knife in one hand while staring at what remained of Henry. "Oh, my dearest Henry." Caring not for the appearance of herself, she wiped clean the blade she disposed of the dead with and put it away allowing her to retrieve her bone saw and bag of tools left where she had been working when the attack happened.
The two of them had been using a large, wheeled wagon to haul the parts she had been harvesting, now she had not only the pieces she needed but the head and brain to finish it off. Henry didn't know he was going to be more a part of her life's work than helping her build and gather the necessary tools, he would BE the project.
It was late in the day when Victoria finally made it back to her laboratory, she hauled in everything she had recovered that day, securing the door tightly behind her. The church started to acquire a smell with all the parts she had assembled, but she had found a way to mitigate it with the windows and incense in the storerooms. Victoria had started putting the pieces together, sewing the body parts together one by one over the course of their harvesting; leaving only the few parts she had left to add. Pulling the wagon to the table where the already assembled pieces laid awaiting the final pieces to the puzzle, she started to work right away. Some would believe she needed to mourn the loss of her best friend, but then again, those close to Victoria would say you didn't know her well at all. Death was nothing to her in that way. Hours passed as she worked through the cramping in her fingers, stopping only to massage out the ones in her palms. Henry's head laid in the cart staring up to her with foggy eyes, the last expression on his face permanently frozen in place. Lifting his head from the wagon she stared at him a moment, a brief smile coming and going as she moved to clean up the cut she made when pulling his head from the rest of what remained of his body. Moving to add him to the body she had created from choice parts, she sewed very carefully. "Oh, my dearest Henry, you will be right as rain."
Testing the blood that remained in each of the pieces and that of Henry, Victoria was ecstatic when she was able to start the blood transfusions. Having set up a double IV in every limb of the body, she started to pump a thick sludge of blood that she had collected from the living dead; enough to fill a human body. Bag after bag of blood, she worked tirelessly for hours until it was finally time to send electricity through the body to stimulate life. The generator she had prepared in the back of the church was primed and filled with fuel; the pull string awaited the weight of her body as she went to pull it three times. Hand tightly around the handle of the pull rope of the generator, Victoria tugged with all of her body not once but three times until the machine roared to life sending electricity down three thick black cords into a machine that was hooked up to the body. Running from the generator to the body, Victoria clapped her hands together watching as the body jolted upwards as the body filled with electricity and then everything stopped. Shutting down the machine, she stood over the body removing the cables waiting for Henry to wake up. Staring at him for what seemed like forever, she felt utter disappointment. Walking back to the high back chair near the fire, she sat staring at the flames. "What did I do wrong?" Leaning forward with her hands on her knees, she folded her hands resting her chin on her knuckles.
While Victoria contemplated her mistakes, the body started to twitch, first fingers then the left foot. Soon Henry stood from the table, not a sound left his mouth, only his feet shuffled him to the back of the chair where Victoria sat staring deep into the flames. A gurgling sound came from his lips, his hands moved to her shoulders as black goo fell from his lips over the top of her head. A scream left her lips as she realized her monster had risen, except without any memory of who he was. "Henry! What are you doing!" His hands had pinned her to the chair, reaching from behind he held her in while he moved around to face her head on. His dull dead eyes held no life, nothing that was of Henry existed in those eyes, no intelligence. Screaming and thrashing, Victoria tried to get out of the grip of her monster only to find him holding her in a bear hug burying his head into the crook of her neck and shoulder.