The Walking Diapered (Private)

[Liten]

The sky was turning shades of red as the day progressed, things were going from bad to worse. A suburban neighborhood, a tranquil place with a relatively calm atmosphere had practically changed in a matter of hours. Cars driving haphazardly, people running, screaming even, in all directions. Until hardly anyone was left. That is, except for a little girl. This little girl had nowhere to run, sat up in her tree house with a walkie-talkie in one hand. Occasionally she'd steal a glimpse of the world around her through the window while she sat uncomfortably in a dirty diaper, that had long since stunk up the tree house and was beginning to itch something fierce.

[Bellhart]

As the chaos unfolded on the streets of suburbia, The situation wasn't much better on the freeway. Carly had long since abandoned her car to the permanent traffic jam of wreaked cars and newly created walkers.

Trying to avoid these new monstrosities, she had been forced into the forested area around the place, eventually breathing a sigh of relief as she found herself backed against the outside fence of someones backyard.

She groaned as she fell down onto the neatly mown grass on the other side. Hoping to find help, she made her way to the back door of the house.

As she passed the treehouse, she could have sworn she caught a wiff of something nasty, but she ignored it and proceeded to try and get help.

"Hello? Is anyone there? I need help!" She called out, and when no answer was received, began to try and force the door.

[Liten]

From up in the tree house she spotted a woman. This was the first person she had seen in a long while now, the person was trying to get into her house. She peeked over the edge of the window, simply staring at the woman as she wondered what she should do herself. Could she trust this lady? She had never seen this woman before in her life, so it probably wasn't someone whp lived around here. But the lady looked alright to her, she would wait and see what happened, holding her walkie-talkie close to herself.

[Bellhart]

Oblivious to this, Carly continued in her efforts, eventually managing to force the door open. She entered the dimly lit house cautiously.

Not much seemed off at first. But the house interior was clearly a mess, as if a fight had happened.

Entering one of the bedrooms, she was surprised to see what looked like an oversized changing table, with wrist and waist restraints built in. The shelfs underneath were stacked with diapers and other supplies, some normal, some not.

Confused, Carly made her way back to the hallway, and it was just as she stepped into the sunlight that the zombified babysitter lurched forward at her. She screamed in shock, and fell backwards, knocking the walkie talkie off the table and onto the ground next to her.

[Liten]

Clemintine heard some kind of static come through her walkie-talkie for a moment. Lifting it up she said. "Hello? Is someone there?" through it as she stood to look out the window. She could see inside the back of her house through the glass door, the woman who had gone in was on the floor now, with, one of those things, closing in on her. Acting fast, she climbed out of her tree house and began heading to the sliding door. Her overly full diaper swung haphazardly underneath her baggy shorts as she ran.

As she made her way to the door, she picked up a hammer that had fallen out of her tree house, taking it with her as she went and opened the sliding door, standing there with the hammer clutched in both hands, looking at the strange woman and the horrible creature.

[Bellhart]

Struggling desperately to keep that THING away from her, Carly had no time to question the sudden appearance of this girl. Running on instinct and adrenaline, she took the hammer and swung and swung and swung until it stopped moving.

"Thank you" She said, as she caught her breath.

"What's your name sweetie? And, oh, whats that smell?" Carly fanned the air before noticing the sagging garment under Clementines skirt.

"Honey are you wearing a diaper?" She asked in confusion.

[Liten]

Clementine didn't have time to say anything as she watched the woman brutally beat that thing until it was dead. "My names Clementine.." she trailed off as the smell was mentioned. A blush forming on the little girl's cheeks as she said. "Yes, I am.." the smell of it being so noticeable it couldn't be anything else. She reached back and scratched at her rear end to try and alleviate the itching sensation she had, which by this point was starting to sting a little.

[Bellhart]

"Well I have a few questions, and not just about that, but I think we should get that nasty thing of your butt for now, don't you think?

She remembered the changing table in that room and began walking with Clem towards it.

"Oh honey, how long have you been stuck in that thing?"

[Liten]

Despite her initial reluctance of this woman, she couldn't pass up the chance to get out of her diaper. "For awhile.." she stated. Having long since forgotten the last time she'd soiled herself, knowing it to be some time ago, though she remembered she'd peed into the garment not too long ago. It was rather miraculous her diaper was still intact, but underneath her shorts that diaper was certainly on it's last legs, barely keeping it's self together at this point.

[Bellhart]

They reached the room, and Carly motioned for Clem to climb up.

"Sweetie, do you normally use these when you get changed?" she asked, referring to the wrist straps.

She also began to take out various changing supplies, including a fresh diaper with a pink trim and waht looked like teddy bear print that doubled as a wetness indicator.