(Rated - PG13) - Weapons, Violence, TW: War \ Military 


Hi. My name is Rurik Roller. I'm 23 years old and I just arrived back home from the previous war.

Why a war? Well.. I was in the military. But not anymore. Though basically another country sent off a bomb in my hometown, spreading a disease like no other. It was a slow and painful death for whom ever even breathed it or came in contact with the smoke.

Luckily, I wasn't there.. but.. my precious Lotus was. Waiting for me to arrive back, for weeks, only to be in danger and i wasn't there to protect her.. hell.. I don't even know if she's alive or dead..

I'm such a terrible husband.. aren't i? I left my wife and my little one knowing that they might have been in danger.. I can only imagine the thought of what my little angel is going through.. I don't even know if he's alive..

My precious little boy.. My precious cuppy.. i'm so sorry..

The worse thoughts imaginable arose through my head as the Bantam BRC-40 Jeep came to a stop. Fellow soldiers wearing M50 gas masks and their military uniforms. M4A1 Assault Rifles in hand, this is a war zone remember?  Besides it wouldn't be smart for at least 20 soldiers that are coming home in this area going around unarmed.. i'd be idiotic, even if the war is claimed over..

I looked around unamused, Bodies. The ones lying inanimate on the red stained snow had bullets or some kind of puncture to the head, meaning their dead for good. the deceased bodies all had one thing in common,  Their flesh molded and peeling from their bodies, a walking corpse. the walking dead as come among us weeks before i arrived back home, days after i left..

Though.. what was even more unusual about the ordeal was that they all had.. Flowers.. sprouting out from their mouths, ears, eyes.. any wound or opening of the skin. as if there was a seed planted inside of them before they turned..

The flowers in general, the colors and types of flowers all generated from the type of person the carrier was before the disease hit them. Odd, Yes Odd it was.. I've personally made a list of the different kinds out of pure interest. Though i'm not about to read the entire list, It'd be to long for the writer to type..

"ALRIGHT MAGGOTS, GET THE FUCK OFF MY CAR AND GET!!!"

The officer in charge scolded, receiving a 'yes sir!' from the rest of us as we all hopped of the vehicle, he left us not wanting to be there any longer. We're on our own now. We all went our ways around the abandoned town we once called home, the soldiers going to theirs houses that were mostly burned down or ambushed by desperate civilians looking for shelter or supplies.

I ignored it all, focusing my attention as i walked down the street of the Fell residents, my boots crunching beneath me on the hardened snow as i walked. Ignoring the sudden swelling pain in my chest as i placed my gun on my back, Ignoring the tears that were erupting from my eyes as i start running. running for what seemed to be my life as i saw my home. It was run down, Windows were shattered, Doors were knocked down, The walls were burnt black but not falling apart.

I ran inside, not knowing what I'd find as he frantically searched the small building, oh god please let them be here. I rummaged through everything, everything was searched through.. other than the basement.. I slowly walked to the basement door the was underneath the worn down staircase that led upstairs, my trembling hands gripped the ice cold doorknob, i've never been so scared in my life..

Locked.

I sigh and pull out one of my two SIG-Sauer P320 Pistols, shooting the lock effortlessly makin the door shot wide open and bang against the wall behind it harshly. keeping my gun in hand as i slowly make my way down the stairs, the surface of the dark oak creaking from under my weight as if it might snap in half, but i knew it wouldn't. The second I reached the cement ground i raised my gun, as if there was something in there. Walking around being aware for any sound or movement, the basement was basically our storage room, so there was a lot of boxes and crates full of random stuff. I turned my body around the corners and my eyes fell to the floor, turning into pinpricks as my arms lowered into a falter.

It was her, Alive.. oh god.. my dearest, what happened to you..?

I put my gun back in its compartment and neel down on one knee, picking her up slightly and cradled her head to my chest ever so gently. looking down at her adorable face, her skin still the beautiful pale tone with her naturally rosy cheeks. Her long beautiful hair that was as white as snow, but ombre'd gorgeously into a light lavender towards the tips. her petite frail figure was still so perfect.. i glanced back up to her face softly. taking my hand gently and cupped her cheek softly, her skin was still baby smooth. She was still perfect, even if she was infected, she wasn't like the rest. The others were flesh eating monsters and were sickening to look at, but my love.. she's still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Her skin never changed, all that was different about her was the beautiful flowers covering half her face. Lavender roses, big and small, they covered one of her eyes though, in that eye she was already blind so it wouldn't make a difference.

I caressed her cheek gently, being gentle as my finger tips lightly fondle with the delicate petals. Rocking her petite frame gently as I looked around the small corner, my eyes shed a few tears as I see a small blanket poking out behind a large crate. Softly, I place my lover back to her original resting position and stood up slowly, carefully moving the crate to the side while looking at the floor. Only to drop to my knees seeing an infant swaddled up in blankets with a small surgical mask that covered his mouth and nose, but still allowed him to breath. I'm guessing Lotus places it on him to protect him from the debris and all the dust in the air, I bend down, gently scooping my little one in my arms. Making him whimper in his sleep, quickly though, I shush him and gently rocked him back and forth as I cradled him.

I haven't seen my little angel in so long, he's gotten a bit bigger but was still tiny. He was only 3 days old when I left, the thought of losing him.. the thought of losing them made me cry silently as I stroked my angels head gently, his hair just as lovely as Lotus's. A pure white that ended with a light lavender, pale beautiful skin and his adorable rosy chubby little cheeks. His eyes were shut peacefully being slightly calmer, but I could tell he was frightened from being held by a different pair of arms. Lotus's arms were small and frail while mine were larger and stronger, making me only be more self conscious about how I'm holding my angel, even if I was holding him like a china doll.

Hearing him whimper only made me panic, I know I shouldn't do this but.. my little one needs me..

I sigh softly as I reached behind my head, the little one within seconds started to cry and started waking up as I unlock my mask, placing it carefully on the ground before raising him up to my face.

"Shhh.. My little angel it's alright.. daddy's home sweetheart.. daddy's home.. and I promise I'm never leaving you and Mommy again.." I whisper comforting words to him, giving feather like kisses to his little face keeping his mask on to protect him.

Slowly he stopped crying, nuzzling into my suited chest while holding onto my finger with his tiny little hands. Opening his eyes slowly to see who was holding him, looking up at me with fear at first. His large beautifully innocent eyes, the color of a sparkling ruby, meeting two of sunsets. His eyes were special, one eye was normal. A circle like everyone else's, though with the other.. there was an inverted pentagram. Some of the civilians in my town, whom have seen him said that he was apart of witchcraft or that he was the devil himself because of this rarity trait. But that's not it at all. My little one is the most sweetest little thing I've ever met, the most beautiful little boy I've seen, his heart was pure and innocent as a newborn angel. Hence why I call him my little angel.. heh..

The expression of fear quickly turned into sadness and happiness and confusion all at once, his eyes teared up again and his arms weakly rose, making my heart melt at the sight.

"Daddy's home baby.. I'm so sorry.." I whispered and kissed my angels face softly, looking out of the corner of my eye as I adored my little one, seeing one of those things wobble down the stairs groaning and growling and hearing cupcake start to slowly wake up. I cradled my little angel in one arm as I stood up slowly while taking out my pistol from earlier, aiming it at the creatures head whom was slowly walking towards us.

"... I am never leaving. Ever. Again."