When the Monster Virus began to pop up within their small college town, the local authorities declared a quarantine. The University which was the life blood of the small town had been closed and all the students where ordered to remain within their dorm rooms or apartments. Organized officials in bio-hazard gear would bring around food and other supplies to those who couldn’t leave their homes. According to the CDC and the newly made Monster Department recommended it to help limit the chances of infection.
The issue was that no one knew how the virus was spread, the most likely answers was that the virus was either airborne or touch. Still no one knew how the virus was spread and so there was no way to know if quarantining people actually helped because even people in quarantine still transformed into monsters. Some even said that the quarantine didn’t help and that it was either fate, god or just dumb luck who ended up becoming a monster.
“This sucks.” cursed Rose as she sat at her desk in the three-bedroom house she shared five other with sorority sisters. She leaned back and looked up the ceiling, her short red hair brushing the back of her neck. She had worked since middle school toward her goal of becoming a doctor and now that had been placed on hold. She looked back from the ceiling and took a deep drink of coffee.
“Could be worse, the power is still up and food is being delivered to us.” said her roommate and best friend Taylor as she jogged on her treadmill, since she couldn’t go to the gym or out on a run. She was always the shorty type of girl which explained why she was studying physical education. She ran on the treadmill in only a shorts bra, shorts and a pair of running shoes. Her short black hair pulled back into a small ponytail.
“Sure.” said Rose as she stood up and stretched a bit, while she had a small frame but knew she looked good. “I am going to get some coffee.”
“Of course you are…your blood is likely made out of that stuff.” stated Taylor as Rose left their room and headed toward the kitchen.
She passed Monica’s room to see the chocolate skinned women, with dark haired which she died an auburn color sitting on the floor playing a video game. Monica was a gamer at heart and a computer programing major and was the house recent goth chick/nerd. She tended to wear mostly dark colors and since she died her naturally dark hair a red color made her stand out.
Her roommate Lisa was the cheerleader/party girl who was currently sitting on her bed her long legs stretched out reading one of her romance novels her long blonde hair hanging off the side of her bed. The two of them strangely got along every well, both of them went to a few parties together and while
She walked downstairs to find Stacy, the other blonde in the house sitting in the living room on her computer with her feet up on the coffee table. She was the oldest woman in the house, being two years older than the rest of them however they were all in the same year. Stacy had spent two years earning money in her family’s small business become coming to school. She was also the smartest person in the house, studying engineering with straight As in every class. The TV had coverage of the virus and information about how to deal with the change.
In the kitchen, the last member of their house Amanda sat at the kitchen table making a list of food that they would need. Amanda was the self-appoint house cook, self-appointed because none of the others dared to enter her kitchen without leave and the fact that she was an expert cook who could turn cheap noddle’s into something that looked and tasted like a 5 star restaurant meant no one was complaining about the food. The only complaint really was that Amanda was a more religious revered woman, who demanded everyone say grace before dinner, a small price to pay for such good food.
“So how are we doing?” inquired Rose as she put a coffee packet in the machine and waited.
“Good, but I heard that the elderly couple down the road came down with the virus.” Stated Amanda as she leaned back in the chair.
Amanda while the most reserved wasn’t a religious nutcase, it was just her family tradition to pray before a meal and she carried it on. It amused Lisa, who was the hopeless romantic and the party girl of the house that Amanda the religious one had the largest breasts in the house who turned boys heads every time she went swimming even in a one piece swimsuit. They had attempted to get her to buy a bikini once and she had said she didn’t want to show that much flesh.
“Damn…that is horrible.” stated Rose
“Worse is because of the Quarantine they didn’t know until they started turning.” stated Amanda as she ran her hands through her long jet-black hair. “God have mercy on them.”
“God have mercy on us all.” Replied Rose as her coffee mug began to fill with her favorite blend. Overall it was a good house, with everyone getting along together for the most part.
To bad it was about to come crashing down.