Once upon a time, in a world that was once familiar, Fienna Oriena found herself struggling to survive in the midst of a global apocalypse. The ground was filled with Mist, and the world was shrouded in a veil of uncertainty. The streets were empty, and the people were hiding and running. It's the first day of the apocalypse. The only sounds that could be heard were the distant howls of cars and the occasional shout of help from the roads and buildings.

Fienna had always been a survivor, what with an abusive father and mutiple attempts to kill or rape her, preferably not in that order or at all, and she knew that she had to adapt quickly if she wanted to make it through this new world. She started the same as the others, confused and worried. Then she decided that the world is screwed and lusted for revenge. Revenge for the childhood stolen, for innocence tarnished, for fury ensouled.

Running home with a sadistic gleam and a furnace blazing in her mind she realized that today is a great day. "Though the world may end, my revenge will make the rest of my time sweet." is the conviction of Fienna.

Making it home takes a while, shopping nearby still meant more than a mile away. Slowly tip-toeing through the door and into the kitchen to grab her instruments of much sought after and dreamed of revenge, she froze. There was a fuck off huge bug, a cockroach. Being a normal person with deep seated personal issues of the murderous type she went ham.

Her bag filled with those, deadly for the back, ten pound cans of soup and a metal bottle full of water worked wonders on the bug. It went splat on the fourth hit and the eight made it soup. Disgusting, chunky, fuck off, nope nope nope soup, but soup it was. After that exertion she felt refreshed, "It seems gruesome murder does good for stress release." she said thoughtfully.

Looking around, the fuck off bug seems to be evaporating and with it something gets jammed in her, not like that perverts, like the metaphysical filling of a balloon. Ignoring the balloon and getting back to her well deserved revenge, she rummages for a knife and does some searching for dear old dad to end his honestly not deserved life.

As she walks on through her house she finds not much. Discarded food wrappers and alcohol bottles everywhere, with a bonus assortment of broken and trashed things. Up the stairs she goes, hoping her target is there.

Thinking to herself, " I am sooo going to enjoy this. It is a freaking gift by the great ketchup finger of destruction and hinges that quinoa. I promise, it will be slow, a methodical and focused killing. Strip by strip of flesh he will die, after I slice the tendons so he can't move. I will love to see the terror and helplessness that he will feel. He deserves more and for a short eternity, but things must. Gotta get the heck out of dodge after this and figure out a safe place to stay."

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Well there he is incoherent on the floor with bottles of alcohol everywhere. I walk in and jab my blade into his achilles, and the moment I do he jolts. I grab, pull and repeat for the other leg thinking about how it feels glorious.

"The stabbing, the sublime feel of knife and flesh of the person I hate most, such decadence, such bliss."

I continue as he screams and flails his arms about, I grab at one of his arms and jab the shoulder blade near the back. "That should cut the connection to control the arm fully." And then the other side gets the same treatment.

Laying there incoherent from booz and pain is a lump of flesh better off dead. I won't describe the dude but classic beer gut, wife beater, deformed head, no ear on the right side and scars all over the face.

He looked like a scrunched up mix of a pug mixed with a bottle of ugly and evil. "Those scars aren't from war or anything like that. Ha ha ha, no. Those are from when he tried to become friendly with a neighbor's daughter involuntarily, I found them and before it got bad, ran a lawn mower over his face. Lost the ear didn't ya." I screamed as I kicked him to prolong his suffering.

Continuing on with the gruesome work I started with chopping appendages, hearing excuses, crying, begging and more as I finished my work. I didn't want this. This feels weird, like I am happy and free and sad at the same time. He is still alive, what I cut won't kill him yet. Not for a long while anyway. A finger here and there, and some tendons. A few minutes later, I stopped to see my work.

It was bad, but nothing too bad, three fingers gone from one hand, two more from another and a few shallow cuts. I head to continue and something just feels wrong. I feel empty. I will admit that it was awesome but it just got less, less necessary, less real.

I feel drained of all my hatred and purpose for this sad sack of flesh. I decided to get the hell out and away from here and let the fuck off bugs, if there are anymore, finish him off.

Fienna Oriena scavenged for food and water, grabbed as much useful stuff as she could and bolted for the safest place she could think of, a general goods store. Things went well and in a few minutes she reached the store and snuck in. She felt that she was a master of stealth, and that she knew how to avoid the dangers that lurked in the shadows, but in reality she was walking in making sound and crouching slightly.

Well, whatever gets her motivated, right. Looking outside she saw how the Mist was relentless. It was everywhere and it seemed to be getting thicker with each passing hour until it covered the ground and a foot or two above it. It was becoming increasingly difficult to see the ground fully, and she knew that there were dangers in the Mist.

Because Fienna thought that " The creepy blood sky plus the Mist equals freaky horrors looking to pancake her outsides and make her insides a nice sauce to go with them."

She knew that the world would never be the same again, but she was ready to face whatever lay ahead. She would survive and she would kick the ass of the thing that caused this. Come ooonnnn, it ruined her chances of finishing her shows and the new songs coming out were definitely canceled. Plus, you know, the fuck off bugs and killing a good percentage of humanity, probably.