Cursed Rebirth: Part 1(Unedited)

Picture this. You are walking home after a tiresome day, perhaps you were just at work or finishing school. You're minding your own business, maybe glancing at your phone, listening to music or just deep in thought. There is nobody around as far as you aware, though you don't notice either way since you aren't paying attention. As you pass some construction yard, some kind of parking lot lets say. A sudden scream snapped you out of your daze, sending you into frenzy fight or flight mode immediately. Though by the time you focus on listening to it, everything is silent again. After a few moments you begin to wonder if you imagined it, but the second that doubt sets in it happens again. This time you get a much cleaner picture... sound? Either way, its high pitched and clearly female. But its the third scream that really distributes you. While the first two were screeching death cries, this one is cut off half way through by a strange gargling or choking sound, followed by an erupt silence. The last sound you here is that of metal dropping against the concrete, the metallic ring resonates in your ears for just long enough for you to memorize it.

Now that this point, you can hear nothing. Not a sound, not a screech not even a bird. What you can hear is you heart, now pounding away like a honeymoon couple. The other thing you can hear is that little instinctive voice telling you to turn around, run for the next mile and never look back. Of course a sane person might do that, or at least call the cops. But your curiosity is boiling over, plus your phone is dead so that isn't gonna help. Now I should also mention the sound was clearly coming from above, either on the 3rd or 4th floor on this skeleton of a building. There is a chain metal fence around the whole perimeter, along with unnamed trucks, cranes, the normal stuff. Even a few tools have been left out, curiosity of poor health and safety regulations 101. Important to note because if you do slip through the small gap between the fence and a neighbor warehouse, you may decide to pick up one of the hammers as a primitive weapon. But anyway, back to the main part of this poorly laid out question. What do you do? Well it doesn't matter what you say, because this story carries on regardless. So let me tell you what he did, this poor unsuspecting curious cat or otherwise known as. A fucking idiot.

The weight of the hammer in hand was reassuring, gave him something to focus on other than the impending doom that might be around the next corner. The inside of the parking lot was dimly lit, tarpaulin drapes decorated most of the west side. Exactly were the sun was vainly beaming its light towards. He could see clearly enough to move through mostly unhampered, say for the odd shin smashing stool or toe breaking tool box. It wasn't a particularly large parking lot, but after the third ramp he was short of breath. Though that was less to the extreme effort that had to be put it and instead him just being completely out of shape. Finally he reached the 4th floor, having found nothing to note on those prior. Being the negativity Nancy he is, he began to doubt himself again.
"I must have imagined it..." He thought "Probably going crazy" he told himself.
Of course its only when you the hit the bottom of the bucket in hope, basically anything can be seen as a miracle. That said, what he did stumble across as he reached the 5th ramp, was definitely not what most people would consider a miracle. More of a... disaster? Mess? Absolute nightmare? Well either way, it was was pretty. A body, or at least what was left of it. Lay motionless and soaking in a pool of Friday night red. Light was beaming it perfectly to light up the remains, like God had finally snapped and started sending the world extremely unsubtle messages. It was indeed a lady, a young woman in her late 20s at the oldest. Her skin tight and youthful, though its very white complexion was almost blinding. Her hair suggested a far greater age however, white like snow yet long and flowing. Or probably would have been if not for the pool of blood most it was soaking in, at least in the end she got a bit of colour...

The most eye jarring thing about her was the chest, or that there lack of. A massive gaping hole was torn through her, seemly carving out her heart with the big blood soaked blade now lying at his feet. Her face was twisted, grotesque. The last dying expressions of agony and hatred stained on her face. The other noticeable thing was her arms and hands, lying either side of her body with claw clenched fingers. Both were black, black like charcoal. He dared take a few steps closer and upon closer inspection he did indeed smell the fate scent of burning meat, one smell he had never hoped to relate to humans. He fell back, almost stumbling as the realization of what he discovered came over him. Like realizing that porn star you liked so much was actually your mother or aunt. A mixed desire to vomit and scream came over him, followed by a terrifying understanding that he may not be alone. This only grew worse when he heard the footsteps of something on the other side of the lot, tap tap tap. Sounded like heels on concrete, perhaps the kind of heels sharpened so they can be plunged into your fleshy body and murder you stone dead. Understandably he began to back away from the center of the driveway, towards whatever felt a little less exposed. Not that there was much to work with, all the good hiding places were below. This floor was mostly empty, walls, empty space, four pillars but none of which were nearby.

Tap, tap, tap. If those footsteps were unnerving enough, he then began to hear a slight whistling, the kind of tune a serial murdering psychopath might play when coming to murder an foolish witness. Shivering in tread he began to grasp that hammer of his a little firmer, which did bring him comfort after remembering he wasn't totally defenseless. "I mean, the knife was here right?" He thought, "They are probably unarmed now. I have the advantage..." His attempts to inspire himself fell completely flat of course. People afraid of bees and other flying bugs, tend not to make the greatest warriors. Tap, tap tap. It was getting closer, very close. The whistling had stopped. But now at least he knew where they were coming from, just below. The ramp up to him was on the other side of the lot, a hundred or so meters away. Any minute now they would appear up here, giving him two choices. Run up and be trapped, stand still and be trapped. Or probably most intelligently, run around in circles hoping to confuse them, then run past them suddenly. Tap, tap, tap. They were coming up the ramp, any minute now, any second. What would they look like? The kind of person who could butcher a young lady with so much lust for gore, what the hell did they do with the heart? "Oh god, its a cannibal!" He whispered aloud, perhaps too loud for his liking. Out of his most feared ways to die, boiled alive and eaten was somewhere near the top. Right under death by stoning and death by forced K-On marathon, endlessly repeated.

The sun slipped behind a cloud at the worst possible time, the light almost completely vanished from the already poorly lit floor. Shrouded in darkness the corpse became ever more disturbing, the flickering shadows made it look as if it was moving. Of course it wasn't though, that is what told himself anyway. Though considering his luck today, it was probably a zombie no doubt. A zombie that eats human hearts... The flashing image of a heartless moving corpse in high heels, blood and flesh dripping from its jaw and a big lip less grin on its dead face. That kind of image could make even the bravest man shit himself in terror, especially one now looking dead straight at a outline of figure on the other side of the lot. It stopped as it reached the peak of the ramp, clearly spotting him immediately since he was still mostly in the light. The concrete wall at his back suddenly became less comforting and more of a reminder of how trapped he was. It started to move always him, a faceless, voiceless silhouette with endless tapping steps. Tap, tap, tap. Though he couldn't make out any features, the grin was clear as day. The grin of bare teeth, flesh either torn, cut or decayed off its once living face. The eyes of a lifeless husk bulging red, rolled almost completely back in their socket. Fingers worn down to the bone, like little claws to latch onto the flesh of the living and bring its teeth in close. The grin, the tapping of sluggish feet and devoured corpse. The signs were all there, a zombie. A fucking zombie. Brilliant, just brilliant, he thought.

The figure took a lot less time to reach the other side of the driveway than he had hoped, it now stood there in the shadow of one of the pillars. Standing motionless, faceless and clearly hungry for tasty man flesh. He wasn't sure what to do, scream? Make himself look big? Clearly he had gone past the point of merely talking to the thing, After just spent ten minutes imaging the end of the world by flesh eaters. You can't exactly start up casual conversation after that. Tap, tap, tap. Into the light it went, just in time for the sun to set itself free from the cloud for its last hour of shine. The figure before him was illuminated finally, the terrifying image he had constructed for it flashed before his eyes for a moment. But the reality was quite different, in fact the reality was extremely beautiful. A red headed maiden with pinkish life filled skin, glaring crimson living eyes and a very much in tact slim body. Her choice in attire was, revealing to the say the least. A pair of black boots with an inch long heel, the metal tone guard must have caused the tapping. Bare, shaved legs up to a a pair of worn blue jean short shorts and another gap in clothe until reaching above the belly button, which started a grey sports bra or half singlet thing of sorts. Around her neck was a collar, black leather with a a little golden medallion hanging off the front in the shape of a cat face. Her bare shoulders, say for the straps of her singlet, were covered by her hanging curly hair. The kind one could imagine they spent hours attempting to comb straight, only to give up and go with "I just woke up" look. Though it was the notable dampness of its tips that concerned him. Dampened with a far darker shade of red than the rest of it.

It was at this point he noticed the blood on her hands, dried and stained. On closer glance, her face also had a few small marks, so did her boots. But the rest of her seemed clean, so he imagined she must have rid herself of the blood soaked clothes. Cleaning up, classic murderer stuff. Now it was his turn, found the body, must now find out if there is an afterlife. "Typical! This is the last time I try to help anyone..." He thought to himself, though his realization of the wording just added salt to the wound. Minutes had past and the two of them had just stood there, staring at each other. She was still glaring, eyeing up him, then the hammer, then him again. Her eyes were different, what appeared like contacts at first glance now appeared to be changing. The red was more like a flickering flame, snapping left and right. It was hard to look away, though considering he didn't dare take his eyes off her for his own personnel safety, that didn't mean much. Finally, the silence was broken.
"You know I have to kill you now." She said, irradiated to the same degree as if someone had just thrown rubbish into the fresh bin bag she had just replaced. Now, this immediately made him wish to go back to the awkward silence, at least there his imagination didn't come true to his knowledge.
"Uh.. Please don't..." He stammered aloud, sheepishly. The hammer shaking in his hand.
"Can't be helped, I'm afraid. Not a soul around and you've seen the body. Plus, this hasn't got much longer."
She grabbed a pouch that had been dangling from her backside, there was a darkening red patch at the bottom and it was throbbing every so often. The heart, he imagined.
"I won't tell anyone, I swear!" He begged, though he knew after all the movies and TV shows he had seen. That card is about as last resort and topping yourself first.
"Not to worries, love. I shall make it quick, well... Not quick. That can't be helped. Nor painless, kind of goes with the territory... Not sure what I can do to relax you to be quite honest. Oh well, catch!" The final warning was for the organ that was flung from the pouch towards him, instinctively he reached his hands out to grab it before realizing what it was. Before he could moves his hands out of the way it collided with him, its slimy firm impact bruised his palms before it fell like a stone to the floor with a splat.

For a moment, he stood there confused. Glancing at her, standing there without motion with a sinister grin on her face. Then at his blood splattered palms, then at the human heart at his feet. He might have said something if not for the sudden chill that shot through his hand and up and down his spine. It was so intense and sudden he leaped back, swearing to himself. Then he noticed the burning sensation at his palms, like someone was pressing two blocks of ice into them. He looked at them, but there was nothing. He tried rubbing them against his knees to remove the sensation, but it didn't help one bit. Not only that, it was spreading. The same cold burning sensation was now gripping the back side of his hand, then his fingers and slowly up his forearm. He tried to breath so he could let out a few fitting swears, but as the air filled his lungs he felt the same chilling sensation you get after eating a pile of strong mints. It was almost choking, every best was like inhaling a ice block. He stumbled back as the sensation began to race up his legs, numbing them. His hands shook violently, his teeth chattered and could feel what seemed like tendrils whipping at his core, like heat snapping snakes. He hit the concrete wall and slide down against it, the friction caused by grinding against it gave a momentary relief of warmth, but it was soon sucked away by another chill down his spine. He face began to feel like it was being slapped by winter winds, he lost all sensation in his hands and feet and his breath was forming clouds of white mist. Noting that this was the middle of summer and the temperature had been a steady 20-22 Celsius for the past week, it was a safe to assume winter hadn't pulled a fast one on him.
As the cold wrapped around his heart and began to eat away at the last warm sensation in his body, he hugged his knees against his chest, hoping it would delay the now seeming inevitable. His eyes grew heavy, his body went numb. Any minute now he knew he was going to pass out, sleep perhaps for the last time. But just as his eyes slipped shut, a last sound echoed in his head. Tap, tap, tap.