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Post by Eric Easy E Pelka on Jun 18, 2010 11:11:10 GMT -5
Jack Hathaway It took only a couple of minutes for the Convoy to divert its course and arrive at the location of the supposed lost sheep. Still it was time, and time was all that mattered in the city of the dead; how long till night fall; how long till day break; how long till supplies ran out; how long could you survive? Still after all this wasted time, when they arrived there was no one to be found; not even a single living person, not a drop of blood, not even a walking corpse to amuse Jack. Nothing.
The delay angered the Reverend; mostly because he felt unfulfilled. The man who reported the sighting to him kneeled by the Van, sorry for his transgression. Jack stepped out and set his hand upon the man and assured him he was forgiven. The man stood with a great smile upon his face. But Jack was not one to let weakness plague his flock. The Perish must remain strong if it was to remain the beacon of God’s Judgment.
Jack stood in front of the man and back handed him with all the force in his military toned muscles. The man collapsed to the ground, sent sprawling three feet in front of the holy man, tears filling his repentant eyes. Jack tilted his head at the weak fool and aimed a pistol he held in his vestments at the dejected man.
“Brothers…God will not tolerate weakness. God will not tolerate liars! God will not accept degeneracy into his ranks!!!” The crowd chanted back “We are the vanguard for his coming” before he continued, “Today we have weakness in our midst; a man who was willing to jeopardize our final goal for his delusional fantasy. This is blasphemy, and shows weakness in the ranks of God’s soldiers!”
The man stood up and pressed his hands into the air begging for mercy. Though his apologies were sincere, Jack knew it was his duty to push mankind into its next age; an age where men were self sufficient and strong. Jack lifted the pistol to the man’s head and pushed him backwards toward an alleyway. The man cried, “Please don’t kill me. I have a family; a wife; two kids. I beg you?!
Jack halted before the threshold of the alleyway and allowed a smile to purse across his lips, “My brother, I won’t kill you…”
The man began to smile. As if Jesus had descended before his eyes and saved him from the very fires of hell. But Jack’s smile faded, as he slowly began to back up. The man’s confidence followed suit and left the sure eyes of the relieved man. As he began to turn around, he felt a large pain in his thigh, and then a strong force pulled at his arm. The crowd cringed as they watched a pair of undead monsters devour their dear friend, a former brother. Jack smiled lackadaisically and waltzed back into his truck, ready to move on. The crowd bowed their heads and prayed.
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Post by todd2point0 on Jun 18, 2010 23:32:14 GMT -5
“Why is this guy pointing a gun at me?”, Kevin thought as bullets flew past his head and made contact with the beast that would have ripped into him otherwise.
Slightly shaken, but happy to be alive, Kevin shook hands with the man who just introduced himself as Officer Patrick O’Kelly. He wasn’t sure why someone would make such a point about a title like that when the world was in the state it was in, but he figured even the toughest of people have to hold onto some kind of normalcy to get them through Hell.
“My names Kevin Night I own the gym across from that old Pub of yours. I think I’ve seen you in passing a few times. I’m not really one for drinking, but I’ve hung out with some friends of mine there a few times.” Kevin said in a hushed voice for he knew that there was something still here, and it was lurking in the shadows.
“I think we should probably take care of whatever else is in here before it decides to have us for a snack.” Kevin said while unstrapping the 12 gage from his back. He looked around and saw the door way that the dog his new friend had shot came from. He moved his way over to the door way. He looked down the dimly light hallway, but saw nothing.
He signaled for Officer Pat to follow him, and slipped into the shadows.
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Post by Kristen Caselnova on Jun 21, 2010 9:05:39 GMT -5
Mia slid down the wall beside the window. "Who were these people? Why was this man executed for nothing," she thought to herself. She looked at Alex trying to read his face to determine his pain level. He looked just as confused as I feel, she thought. She looked around outside again, trying to figure out if there was a place near by that she could grab ice for Alex's leg. She rummaged through her bag and found the dry ice pack she had left. I hope no one else has an injured body part, because I'll never be able to re-use this, the thought in her mind.
"Alex how bad is your pain, on a scale from 1 to 10?" Mia asked. "Uhm, well probably about an 8," he said with a look of hurt all over his face. Mia broke the pack open, and began to re-wrap Alex's ankle with the ice pack. She felt that she had an exasperated look on her face, and she did. She sighed at the thought of how they were going to get out of this place alive.
"I don't know about you but I'm exhausted. I think we should lock ourselves in the stock room to be safe, and maybe catch up on some sleep," she turned to Alex and said. Alex looked as worn as she was, so she began crawling back to the stock room, keeping low in case those crazy people or the dead might be inside the rest of the building. She motioned for Alex to do the same, and as they returned to the stock room, she locked the door and rigged it with a chair.
She collapsed beside Alex near a box of shoes and as she watched his slowly drift off, she fell asleep silently against Alex's shoulder.
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Post by dhusted34 on Jun 21, 2010 9:47:46 GMT -5
The new wrap job along with ice on his ankle felt great. All of the pain in his leg just seemed to drift away as they sat there in the stock room. "So, Mia, how'd you get caught up in this mess," he asked her before he realized that she was fast asleep against his shoulder.
Alex had that same feeling in his gut that he had earlier when he had made the girl smile. He was just glad that he was able to help out a little bit too. "I feel bad for her," he thought to himself. "My shoulder must be one boney pillow."
Two hours went by of Alex sitting there in his thoughts and Mia drooling all over his shoulder. He reached up to itch his face and as he did, got his hand tangled in his beard. Had it really grown that long? He had no clue what made him come to a decision this quickly, but he wanted to get rid of the stupid thing. Reaching for Mia's bag, he made sure not to disturb her from her sleep. She was in a place right now where not even the monsters could touch her. He wanted to make sure that she stayed there as much as possible. The scraggly young man began to dig around in the bag and found exactly what he had been hoping for; a straight razor.
Alex made sure that there was nothing to hard, or at least harder then his should inside Mia's bag, and he slowly rolled it into a crude pillow. He slowly lifted her head and placed the bag between her head and a shelf. She appeared to remain in her slumber.
A broken mirror was laying across the room, and shards of the glass were laying on the ground. Alex walked over, picked up a piece of the mirror, and began to cut away at the mess on his face. It seemed to take him forever, and he cut himself more than a few dozen times, but it felt good to have air against all of his face again. After he finished his beard, Alex then reached for the hair on his head, but before he made a cut, he noticed light creeping under the door of the stock room.
The orange light slowly lit up the room, and Alex glanced over at Mia. She had fallen over onto her side and was curled into a ball. He limped over, stripped himself of his jacket, and layed it upon the young girl.
Alex took one last look at himself in the broken mirror and decided to leave the hair. It makes me look tougher, he thought. He was going to let Mia sleep until she woke up, although the daylight was a valuable resource. She deserved it. The man looked down at her one last time and made a promise to himself that he wouldn't let his new friend down.
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Post by Eric Easy E Pelka on Jun 21, 2010 12:48:08 GMT -5
Down to Business, Patrick thought to himself. He respected his new companion. Idle chattered no longer had place in the city of the dead. Readying his gun, Patrick nodded at the younger leaner man and followed him into the long dimly lit hall. He kept his back to Kevin and inched himself backward as Kevin walked forward checking each door carefully.
“So, a military man?” Patrick asked patting Kevin on the back before he began walking down a break in the hallway, taking point. “What are those stances, Ranger tactics? Marine?”
Kevin was silent. Patrick took point and kept moving keeping his eyes focused ahead and his ears open. Patrick’s heart dropped as he began to think about the past half hours events. The screams he had heard were long subsided. His mind immediately drifted to the worse; the young girl was now lunch for some creature.
The hall ended abruptly, where at the end sat a large metal door. Patrick weighed the dangers of opening the door and began to get ready to warn against continuing; however, from inside the ominous room poured a sullen series of sobs and whimpers. Patrick couldn’t ignore the sounds he heard. This was his duty as an officer. Protect. Serve. Justice.
“I’m going in!” Patrick kicked the door as it swung open revealing a long room filled with broken and bent up cages. “Kevin, lad, I think we may have a problem?”
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Post by Alain Laure on Jun 21, 2010 22:53:12 GMT -5
Tobias traveled down the street as quickly as his feet could carry him without creating additional noise. He kept his breathing regular, more or less trying to avoid loud breaths. One zombie moan could attract hundreds in the small confines of the city and all of the reflective surfaces. He’d heard about the sickening waves that followed after just one ghoul’s shriek. The results were terrifying and merciless. His training extensively covered the impact of silence and its reduction of injury and fatality. Taking a quick survey of the road, he noticed a complete lack of undead. Something was wrong.... Survivors were fighting back, and only corpses remained. People couldn’t be this good… unless it was a large group… a large organized group…. “Wonderful….” He sighed to himself. “All I need now is a bunch of gun-toting morons firing in all directions.” He moved faster, not so worried about the noise.
In one fluid movement, he reached to his side and sheathed his sword, making sure to wipe the contaminated blood on the rag hanging next to it. He’d have to burn it later, but it served its purpose for now. He pulled a crossbow slowly from the straps on his side. The weapon was semi-light, completely silent, and accurate over a distance. It made cleaning up what little undead there would be, much easier. Sure the sword was effective, but it covered no distance, allowing him to only move slowly and stealthily. Now as he rushed to find this group, he needed the additional speed of running. A small flashback ripped through his mind briefly. Tobias was a child being scolded by his father for not having done his cardio exercises. “Endurance is Key.” His father barked that specific line every time Tobias’ breath came in long gusts, revealing his exhaustion. He hated his father for the militaristic lifestyle he’d placed on his shoulders since birth, but this one situation did prove more than true to that old mantra.
He dashed quickly over the smoothed road, chuckling softly to himself before whispering. “There’s the hard-earned tax dollars. Road is perfect and smoothed, but Medicare just went to shit.” He was at the intersection with South Canal Street. A quick glance at the corner caused him to halt. There, shining in its fiery and wrecked state was a White Palace. Briefly he thought, When did I turn into a stoner in some racist comedy? He shrugged it off, just wanting the food in general. He looked down the street, seeing a Whole Foods Market. Zero knew his reserves were getting scarce. He needed to restock on food, not to mention some produce would be nice after all the canned and dehydrated stuff. He moved slower, needing the added stealth again. He heard some brief shuffling before a wet thud. Apparently a zombie was nearby but had tripped or something to that degree. Either way, his senses were heightened and he made sure to look after each brief burst of movement.
After a good bit of time, he reached the market and peered through the settings of the glass that appeared to be smashed at his feet. He could hear the undead inside, some feeding on somewhat newly cornered victims, others merely walking about. He closed his eyes, trying to distinguish between each set of footprints, or in the one case, what seemed like crawling. There appeared to be five zombies in the market; two in one corner, and three others shuffling about, approximately ten feet away from one another. He tightened the grip on the crossbow and looked around the corner slowly. He saw the first of his targets, feeding on a struggling man. It would appear this was the sick wet sound of earlier, the other zombie in the pairing moved to the other side of the man, feeding quickly on his neck, tearing the flesh away in strips. Zero moved into the store slowly and as quietly as he could muster. Their full attention was on the food, so he’d hunt the others first. The first zombie he’d encountered was in the deli. It was observing the other meats, finding all of them unsuitable. Tobias raised his bow and shot a bolt cleanly into the frontal cortex, the backend of the arrow jutting from the ghoul’s temple.
Slowly he crept down an aisle, observing some rotting bread and smelling the living microorganisms within. A shuffling from behind him, caused Tobias to spin around into a crouched position. He quickly reloaded his crossbow and aimed it at head-height as another of the undead walked around the corner. It seemed to be tracking him, so he quickly fired off another bolt before it could locate him. He smiled and reloaded another bolt before he searched for the crawler. His footsteps were almost silent even on the ground that had a slick coating of blood on it. He located the crawling zombie, hunting around the wall. It seemed to be pressed to it, as if trying to aid itself in moving. A third bolt flew and found its mark in the zombie’s brain.
Satisfied with the small victory, Zero made his way back to the front of the store, where he heard the others still feasting. His face was cold and emotionless as he followed the source of the noise. A shrill sound caught him off guard. He looked around him, spotting the small radio he had clipped to his belt. He swore softly under his breath as a low moan tore through the store. Another followed quickly and the squishing of the zombies’ limbs was added to the cacophony. They heard him and were approaching. He ran toward them, drawing his pistol and fired two shots into their brains, immediately. The sooner they were silenced, the less chance he’d be found. He held the transmit button of the radio, listening for more moaning, but nothing followed. Holding the walkie-talkie to his mouth, Zero said quietly, “When I agreed to carry this thing, I told you guys NOT to talk to me unless it was an emergency.” He released the button, hearing a sharp second of static followed by an almost undecipherable message. “Police station…. 18th and State…. Alive inside…. Come quick….” He growled softly and switched off his radio. They were close. It was his mission. “Fuck. Looks like I’ve got my next site.” He said softly before scouring the market for food.
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Post by machina on Jun 21, 2010 23:38:51 GMT -5
Narrowing her eyes, Kana twisted the handle of the scythe between her palms; waiting in silence for the owner of the footsteps to appear. Her lips curved into a wicked grin as she heard a slight dragging along with the footsteps, her victim finally coming into view. The far light enveloped a ragged undead, its hair matted and its flesh dripping from it's bones. In one hand it held the arm of a fallen human, obviously the source of the dragging sound. The person was already dead from the looks of it, it's shoulder mauled and spewing blood into the street. Kana shook her head in disgust as she stared at the gruesome scene, her lips twitching into a scowl as she evaluated the situation. "Since when do they keep some for later?"
Sighing and shaking her head once more, Kana took a step forward, her heels clicking against the pavement as she neared the fallen one. She held her weapon in one hand, her other falling listlessly at her side and she caught a brief wind passing by; causing her dirty hair to tumble over her shoulders and across her face. She continued to move slowly, trying not to attract the attention of the undead which lingered just up the street; her form neatly hidden amongst the shadows. She glanced from side to side as she walked, making sure there were no others in the vicinity and she grinned as she picked up her pace, her heels clicking louder as she raised her scythe and ran at the creature. "You disgusting creatures make me sick!!"
She let out her pent up rage at the monster as she stepped into the light, a sickening slice echoing down the silent street as she swung her blade into the undead flesh. She gave one last tug on the handle of her scythe, pulling it through the monster and she scoffed in tune with the thud it's severed head made as it connected with the pavement. The body followed shortly after, it's balance lost and it's functions stopping; it's form slumped in a bloody heap. She sighed as she turned her eyes again to the battered body nearby, her own bending to inspect it. It was a teenager, not nearly old enough to know what to do with themselves and yet they had become a meal for these wretched creatures. "I'm sorry.."
Her words were muttered as she bowed her head and said a small prayer for the soul of the deceased and she stood, using her weapon as a support and she glared down at the undead body again, stepping over it as she peered through the darkness to scan the area before moving on. She found nothing out of the ordinary and she turned her back to the darkness, not wanting to meet any more of these foul beings and she headed north on Michigan, hoping to find somewhere she could clean up. "This is ridiculous.." She scowled as she raised her free hand to swipe a bit of blood off of her cheek, it was still wet and fresh; her body shivering as she thought of the being it had come from. "Oh well, time to move on..."
She continued down the street, her eyes darting from side to side as she moved; not wanting any more encounters this evening. Her scythe was growing heavy and she was growing tired, her work having doubled lately with the larger outbreak of these feasting monsters. Her head was beginning to buzz with tired thoughts as she moved, once in a while having to shake it to keep herself alert and she stopped as she reached an intersection a few blocks down. "18th Street... Hm. I think there's a station on this street, they should have showers there. Fuck, I still have a long way to go, and I'm too tired to walk back to my car."
She hissed under her breath as she turned west on the street and moved along the sidewalk at a quicker pace, not wanting to be outside any longer than she had to. She hoped that there wasn't a horde of undead waiting for her at the station, she was far too tired to battle a large group at this time. "Ugh." She hissed under her breath as she neared the street she was looking for, still unable to see the building from her stand point, but also unable to run to reach her destination quicker. Her hand tightened on her weapon as she moved at an increasing pace, nearly jogging as she reached a new level of irritation; just wanting to get clean and free of filth.
"Come on already, how fucking far is this place?!" She had been on the move for about fifteen minutes and was becoming frustrated with herself for taking so long. Normally, she could have made it this far in half the time, but she was weary and angry; her footsteps growing harsher as she finally caught sight of the building she was looking for. "Finally, I didn't think I'd ever get here." She muttered, her eyes closing and re-opening as she heard a sound nearby. Noticing a large area of brush near the front of the station, she took the opportunity to duck into it just in case the owner of the sound was an enemy. "Not again, please don't be more fucking undead." She hissed, her eyes peering cautiously out of the brush, her eyes unable to adjust to the darkness before she lost her balance and fell onto her rear; causing branches below to crack loudly.
"Fuck." She whispered, stilling her movement, her breath hitched in her throat as she waited to find out if she had been heard or not.
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Post by todd2point0 on Jun 21, 2010 23:53:29 GMT -5
Kevin made his way down the hallway checking each door, and finding nothing. He could see a door at the end of the hall and knew that whatever was here was probably going to be where ever it leads. He heard Patrick ask him something, but he was to focused on taking in all of his surroundings to hear what it was.
As they finally made it to the last door. The two strangers shared and look, for they could still hear something coming from the other side. Patrick yelled, “I’m going in!” and kicked the door causing it to swing open revealing the room inside.
A single light swung blinking in the center of the room casting dark shadows on a room filled with bent and broken cages.
“Kevin, lad, I think we may have a problem?”, Patrick said without looking back.
Quickly Kevin steeled his mind. He knew he had to be 100% sure of his surroundings. One misstep from either of them would result in both of their demises. He leveled his 12 gage, wishing he had brought his M16 instead giving him the option to shoot one of his remain grenade rounds into the room, and motioned for them to walk slowly into the room making a sweeping motion as to never give away the other mans back.
He was just hoping he was going to be ready for whatever horror awaited them.
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Post by Kristen Caselnova on Jun 22, 2010 6:20:22 GMT -5
Mia looked around her new surroundings. It looked like her apartment. Her home was just how she left it; tidy and organized except for her office. She could never find a damn thing in her office, no matter how hard she tried to keep it organized. She began shifting through her personal patients files. She kept her own record of the work she did, just to cover her own ass in case of a medical lawsuit. She almost reached the bottom of her pile when she heard a noise coming from the bathroom.
Mia froze in fright. She set her papers down as quietly as possible, laying her hands on top to listen for anymore sounds. Again, she heard another thump coming from the bathroom. She turned towards the hallway that lead out towards the bathroom. On her way out of the room, she grabbed the baseball bat resting against her desk. She slowly creeped down the hallway, watching her step as she went. Mia was careful enough not to make any sounds, but still kept close to the wall. As she rounded the corner to the bathroom, she took a deep breath and turned in. She dropped the bat in horror. Her bathtub was filled with blood, dripping down the sides of her white porcelain and down to her tiled floors. Sitting inside the tub, holding a knife was her father and he had written a message on the wall with his own blood. She overlooked his body from the entry way, and immediately noticed the gaping cut across his throat. Mia's body began to tremble, and she could feel her hands start to shake. She started to walk towards the bathtub to get a closer look at her father, and at the message he had written for her. With each step she could feel herself become weak in the knees. Her stomach turned as she reached the tub and she glanced up to see the words "Watch for The Dead" written along her lightly painted yellow walls. She caressed her fathers arm, as she felt the hot tears stream down her face. Her chest felt like it was going to burst into a million pieces. She went to touch her fathers face and as she did, her fathers eyes shot open and he grabbed her wrist.
Mia woke up screaming in the stock room. Alex immediately grabbed her face trying to bring her back from reality, but nothing could soothe the fright and the sadness she had felt. "Mia, it's alright. Everything is fine! Please calm down" he whispered as he tried to bring her down. Mia grabbed his hands that were clasping her face. She turned to him and looked into his eyes. This man was so alone in the world, and she could feel it. I wonder if he has ever lost someone that he was close with, she thought to herself. "Alex, we have to keep moving. I... I can't..." she sputtered out and Alex hushed her. He became very alert, and Mia studied his face. There's something close by, and he looked like he seemed so sure of it. "You're right. Something or someone is close, and it would be in our favor if we got out of here" he whispered.
With that she helped her new companion up, and stocked up on socks and anything else she could use in case they met someone else in need. She looked up at Alex and smiled. She was glad that there was someone to accompany her on this trip. She would probably lose her mind if she didn't have him.
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Post by Eric Easy E Pelka on Jun 23, 2010 3:11:46 GMT -5
Back to back the two men inched their way into the ominous chamber, sweeping their weapons across the darkness at the edge of the single swinging lights reach. It was silent. The sounds Patrick had just heard on the other side of the door had dissipated. Keeping their movements smooth and slow they continued you their shuffle into the center of the chamber.
All around the room a series of cages were stacked; each one’s door torn violently from its hinges. There was a pungent smell wafting amongst the chamber – a strange mixture of rotting flesh and wet dog. It was distracting to say the least. Still Patrick stayed focus not willing to make another mistake.
A small rustle followed by a series of footsteps sounded from the corner of the room to Patrick’s left. Patrick aimed his pistol in that direct. Kevin jumped a little as a loud crash bang resonated from his left. Then directly ahead of the duo the sound of a hinge squealing reverberated. The two stopped and aimed their weapons directly ahead. Out of the darkness a series of low growls moaned followed by the seemingly glowing eyes of two dogs.
“Well my boy,” Patrick chuckled. “Can you keep up.”
Patrick let his gun fire two shots into the darkness at the growling creatures. Before they could move the two animals collapsed onto the ground like the excess meat in a butchers shop. A stack of cages fell down to his left, Kevin swung around letting a shotgun shell spray into the shadow around the toppled cage. An airborne dog splattered violently onto the wall. Patrick adjusted himself to cover Kevin’s exposed backside. Another series of barks exploded from Patrick’s left. He swung around to meet them but was too late, the creature was already a foot from him. Thinking quickly, Patrick leaned to his right and used his free hand to guide the snapping dog over his shoulder. Flipping the gun around in his hand, he swung downwards with all his force down upon the dogs head.
The dog hit the ground with a deafening crunch. Before it had a chance to shake off the blow Patrick stepped his large boot down upon the dogs neck, twisting his heel and increasing his pressure until he could hear the bones sticking out of its open flesh snap. “We gotta split up, lad! Divide them.” Kevin nodded as Patrick turned and ran forward in the room turning on the flashlight he had on the end of his pistol.
In front, of him sat two dogs growling at a small hunched over form. It was the girl he had heard, he knew it! Setting his feet Patrick lifted his gun and took careful aim ensuring he would not miss his targets. One pop sounded from his berretta followed by the whine of dog on the left. Without hesitating a second crack exploded from his pistol and struck the second dog in the side of its skull. It collapsed without a sound.
Patrick jogged forward scanning back and forth. The girl was silent but she still shook a little, Patrick’s hope grew. “It’s all right little lassie, everything is going to be fine,” Patrick spoke softly as he knelt behind the hunched over girl. He reached his hand to touch her shoulder, still reassuring her. Yet as his hand rested on the girls shoulder her head snapped around revealing a sight even Patrick cringed at.
She was one of them; her skin was pale and bruised, dried blood surrounding her tiny child lips. The innocence of childhood no longer beamed from behind her cold dead eyes. Patrick jumped back quickly and stood over the little girl. Holding back a tear he lifted his gun, “I’m sorry Lassie, but…its time you take your nap.” The girl fell over and began to crawl toward Patrick her hands clawing at his boots. Aiming his gun downward he closed his eyes and applied pressure to the trigger. The girl’s body fell limp, as he turned from the scene and entered back into the foray to give Kevin some backup.
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Post by dhusted34 on Jun 24, 2010 13:42:09 GMT -5
Mia helped Alex to his feet and then she began to stuff her bag full of more supplies. Socks, shoelaces, and shoe soles...whatever purpose there was for these items, he trusted that Mia would be the one to find it. He hadn't noticed the pain in his leg for the past few hours, but when she lifted him up, it shot straight through to his hip again. With a pain painted face a few deep breaths though, Alex was able to suck it up.
"Okay, Mia, where are we going?" Alex was unsure of their exiting the building, but the noise had obviously spooked both of them. Mia didn't answer, but rather, she headed for the exit sign that hung over a fragile looking wooden door. She opened it carefully, being sure not to jolt Alex's leg, and then the two exited the shoe store.
"Sorry I didn't respond back there. I didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to us. Anyways, now that it is light out, we don't really have a set destination. At least, that is how I have been doing things. Do you have any other plans?" Mia looked to Alex for a reply.
Alex chuckled and then gave his answer. "Mia, I'm a college dropout, so I think that a doctor of your skill must be more intelligent than me. Doc, I am trusting you with my life. One thing though, we can't just stick to the streets...those humans, the alive ones I mean. The one that shot the guy?"
"You're right Alex, we can't trust those people," she murmured out of her mouth. She was still in shock to hear that this man had actually gone to college. She wanted to ask him, wanted to know, how long had he been there? Had he had a normal life like her once? And was his homelessness a choice, or did he do it out of necessity? She snapped back to reality and then revealed the rest of the game plan. "One thing, though. When the sun starts to go down, we have to make way for the Police Station. I think there might be survivors there, and if we find any out here in the city during the day, we will be able to escort them to safety."
Alex noticed that Mia had her hands full carrying not only him, but also her bag. This didn't go unnoticed to her either. Mia carefully lied her bag, and withdrew her gun from her shorts. She handed it to Alex, and then picked up her bag again. The two of them then looked to their left and then their right, unsure of which way to go first. Mia must have made up her mind because she abruptly began to walk.
"Wait!," exclaimed Alex. "How do you fire this thing? I mean, we have plenty of time, would you mind giving me some pointers?"
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Post by todd2point0 on Jun 30, 2010 0:07:16 GMT -5
Kevin emptied five shells in only a matter of moments, but with them came five dead monsters. He knew he only had three shots left before he’d have to drop his shot gun, and grab the pistol pushed into the back of his pants. He saw his new friend go over to the girl that they had heard earlier, but before he could see what happened he was met with an onslaught of four more dogs.
‘Awesome’, he thought ‘had to be one too many.’
“You want some? You filthy mutts!”, He shouted as they walked slowly towards him growling deeply. He heard Patrick let loose another round, but couldn’t see what he was shooting at. Just as he saw the beast tense up before they attacked he jumped to the left, and pulled the trigger unleashing a slew of metal into the sides of two of them. As he hit the floor he made a rolling motion while pulling back the pump and letting loose another shot that dropped the two he had just hit. “Well boys and girls. It looks like it’s just the three of us now”, he snickered.
As the last word rolled off his tongue they sprang. Much quicker then he would have ever guessed they could be, but Kevin was ready none-the-less. He one armed his shot gun, and pulled the trigger tearing the head off of one of them. At the same time he was reaching for his 9mm with his free hand, but it didn’t look like he was going to be fast enough.
With the dog only a second away from landing on him Kevin heard two shots ring out. Then a lifeless corpse fell on him. He looked over to see Officer Patrick holding his gun level with smoke coming off the barrel.
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Post by garnet on Jun 30, 2010 1:46:40 GMT -5
Thirteen days and counting; and as time went on, Lucas slowly began to step closer and closer to insanity.
He had locked the door of his law firm tightly, his clean shaven face now hidden by dark stubble while his white dress shirt had become discoloured from having worn it for so many days. His mind was clouded with nothing but frustration and worry as he paced from one end of his office to the other, the long pale fingers of his right hand running through his messy hair.
What do I do?
Those words and the images of his mutilated family raced through his mind over and over again. Lucas had gone home recently, in hopes to find his wife and young son in one piece. However, he was left with nothing more than bloody, torn apart remains in place of the warm, loving family he once had. The warm, loving family that he had barely cherished.
Tears welled in his emerald eyes. He missed them so much, and he was such a fool for not loving them like he should have.
Why? Why couldn’t it have been me?
Lucas soon hobbled over toward his golden oak desk, reaching and grasping the handle of the bottom drawer. Opening the drawer, the smell of fresh oak scent filled his nostrils as he reached for the spare toiletries he kept here at his office. They came in handy for when he’d end up being trapped here all night, filing away paperwork and what not.
But it looked like he wouldn’t be doing that anymore.
Stepping into the bathroom he washroom he rinsed his tanned face, allowing his roughened fingers to graze over the stubble on his strong chin. Should h he shave? Was there even any point to it anymore? What if he were to die today? What would the point be?
Sighing, he brought the razor to his cheek and moved in a downward motion. Well, if he was going to die, might as well look decent while doing it?
After brushing his teeth he set his toiletries aside and tucked his shirt in. He didn’t make it far before his stomach began to rumble. How long has it been since he had food? A day? Two?
Holding his left hand to his stomach, Lucas shrugged on his blazer and grabbed the keys off of the top of his polished desk.
He couldn’t be confined in this office any longer. If he did, it would surely be the death of him. But would stepping outside the safety of these four walls hold anything better for him? Truly it couldn’t. Only God knew what the outside world held for him, Lucas only knew that it couldn’t and wouldn’t be anything good.
Walking towards the door, Lucas took one last glance at the room that stood as his second home for so many years, whispering a silent ‘goodbye’ to the four walls that brought him comfort when his family could not. He didn’t bother to lock the door, who would want to come in there anyways?
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Post by Eric Easy E Pelka on Jul 2, 2010 3:45:14 GMT -5
OOC: I want to apologize for hoe rushed this sounds I want to get us on the same time frame and get us closer to being united.
The room was silent again, the only noise being Kevin’s exasperated breaths and the squeaking of the swinging light. Patrick lowered his smoking pistol and holstered it, ashamed that he was unable to help the young girl. He was an officer of the law. His only duty was to protect the innocent, yet he continually failed. Patrick walked dejectedly past Kevin and stopped at the door.
“Well my boy, we gave her the old college try I suppose. I am heading to the Police Department on South State Street. Knowing the poor sods in this city they believe it is the safest place to go. I want to be sure there are no survivors there. Plus there is a long ranged radio there, could be helpful. You are welcome to join me if ya want.” Patrick said as he started walking again.
He couldn’t waste anymore time. The little girl was dead because he had stalled for too long. He wouldn’t allow his tempo be the reason for anyone else’s death. Retracing hi steps out of the hospital, Patrick stepped over the bodies of the dead animals they had dispatched earlier. When he reached the exit, he could feel the air was starting to warm. Over the horizon the veil of darkness was beginning to raise off of the necropolis.
He would have to hurry. While the night offered the dangers of shadows and low visibility, the day tended to stir the undead from their shadows. A horde of ex-criminals and degenerates is much more problematic than a few mangy mutts in an old run down hospital. If his fears were right, Patrick knew the Police Department would not be surround by fairies and unicorns. No, a horde failed-attempts-of –finding-help would be hoping to add to their ranks.
Taking a deep breath, Patrick began to jog briskly southward, hoping he could make some time up and finish the rest of the trek before the sun had completely risen. He kept his eyes open for danger and ears for survivors, and he hoped the footsteps of his new companion would soon follow.
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Post by Alain Laure on Jul 27, 2010 17:36:21 GMT -5
Tobias moved slowly, his hunger now subsided, but the threat of death clearly remained. He had his plan of action: find the police station, round up the survivors, and complete his mission. He picked up his pace as the streets became more widened. Without barriers or even shade, the highway was not to be traversed slowly. This was a fight not only with the undead, but any living creature out there. Random citizens toting guns, shooting anything in their paths, were just as great a threat as the zombies themselves. He’d gotten little feedback on the genetic mutation of animals when they came in contact with the ghouls. From his understandings, dogs could indeed mutate, making a lumbering canine opponent that wanted his flesh. Add these two additional problems and it makes living in this city seem even more impossible. Without anything to use as shelter or even added protection, Zero could see the problems very clearly.
It was as if Tobias had two entities living within him. One was the battle-hardened, strategic fighter, who’s only known name was Zero. The other was the young kid who shouldn’t have been here, shouldn’t have witnessed the things he did. He was a normal man, not a patron hero. Tobias rarely sprang out into hysterics, and with practice, had managed to even balance between the two personalities. Part of him wished to get out of here and start a family, trying to preserve what little normalcy was left. The other, wanted to let others survive and would die in the process if need be, letting his emotions die or careen into utter madness. Tobias was not going to let Zero have his way. He was ready to fight, but he wasn’t about to just throw himself away. He pulled out his model HDM. Looking at the barrel, he rested against the cement barrier of the road. He shook his head and took a few deep breaths.
Burying all those feelings of angst and hopelessness, as he always tended to do, Zero stood and pushed off the wall, running as quickly as he could. It wasn’t much farther to the police station, and that was his goal at the moment. Both Zero and Tobias agreed that these people deserved to live as much if not more than he did, and he needed to help as best he could. He dashed onward, rolling across the hood of a fallen car, sliding underneath the bed of a silenced semi. He pushed himself as quickly as a track runner and with the precision and tactics of a free-runner. If he hadn’t committed himself to the army, he may have loved a long career as a free-runner or something to that nature. He could push himself as quick as some major athletes and loved every single second of that rush.
Before long, he noticed the police station come within view. He slowed down dramatically, trying to calm his breath before his approach. His pistol was close to him the entire journey. It wasn’t his MOST silent weapon but this particular model’s silencer reduced the noise of the firearm by 22 decibels. Be it that he needed at least a little power, his opted for this light and easy method. Now he was clinging to the buildings, wondering how many people had also journeyed here, along with the mass amounts of undead that must have been following or tracking the group of living people. Accidents and chaos must have been increasing with each second that passed. When you grouped all of these people into the tiny building even the law enforcement within couldn’t handle everyone. There were always exceptions and always cases of people alive. He needed to continue. It was his mission.
He stopped a little short of the building, hearing a faint voice. "Finally, I didn't think I'd ever get here." He froze, trying to access the voice and and other sounds. Shuffling, rustling footsteps, each were vital pieces of information in making battle strategies. He heard the rustle of the foliage from the police station. This person, a girl from the voice, was speaking. She was in fact alive, at least for now. "Not again, please don't be more fucking undead." He silenced his breathing, moving silently close to her. That had meant she’d encountered the living dead before. She was alive, meaning she’d fought them. But did that also mean she had any bites? Could she have come into contact with any contaminated bio-hazard? He heard the branches of the bush crack and snap, a vibration rippled over the ground. She’d fallen and even swore afterward. Milliseconds later, a shining object seemed to follow her. He reached out, grabbing the heavy pole, a blade swinging over his head. This thing could have killed the girl and caused so much clatter that the zombies would come running, so to speak.
“You’ve got to be more careful.” He whispered to the girl, still far enough so she couldn’t strike him. “You don’t want to alert the undead.” He peered through the bush, seeing her slightly, vision skewed from the leaves. He squatted just above the ground, waiting for her reaction. “Just move slowly, try to see if you have any injuries. With the blood you and your weapon have on you, even a single scratch could be fatal. I can help you if we get out into the shade of the building.”
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Post by machina on Jul 31, 2010 0:01:24 GMT -5
Kana kept stilled as she heard no sound following her cursing, hoping that whatever had been nearby would disappear soon if they had already not done so. She reached out a hand for her weapon, unable to gather her senses enough to grasp the object even if she could find it. She stopped as she felt a presence enter her space and she narrowed her eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever it was before it caught a glimpse of her. Startled by the speech which came forth, she nearly lost what balance she had left and she gaped at the man as he twirled her own weapon over his head and stared her down. "Who are you?"
It was the first sentence that came to mind and she went unheard as he crouched before her, his speech coming again as he watched her intently. She become aware of herself, not only as a zombie hunter, but as a woman; having not come in contact with another living being in over a week. She squinted as she looked away from him, reaching her hand out for her weapon and she glanced at him from the corner of her eye; wondering if he was truly there to help.
She couldn't see him very well in the dark, but she could tell he was a lot larger and most definitely more powerful than she was; perhaps a strong ally to have. He seemed to know a lot about the monsters they had been encountering and she dropped her hand from the air as he asked her to inspect herself for wounds. She didn't feel hurt anywhere, but sometimes you never could tell until taking a closer look. She let her eyes wander up and down her legs, her arms, and shrugged her shoulders; not noting any real damages that could in any way affect her and she slowly stood from her position. She stepped into the light, careful not to bump into the man; still having not yet adjusted to his presence and she looked him over momentarily before reaching out her hand again. "My weapon, please."
Her voice was low and edgy, still unsure if she could trust the man; but she felt no real need to run from him. She just wanted her scythe back, just in case. Her hand continued to linger in the air as she trained her eyes on his, unwilling to back down from her demand and she tapped one foot on the sidewalk to show her irritation. She was filthy, tired, and impatient, three things a woman should never be; let alone all at once. Her eyes darted from side to side, then back to his eyes as she kept on guard for any of the undead that may appear and she exhaled sharply, her blood caked hair fluttering as the air passed through it. "Well?"
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Post by garnet on Aug 2, 2010 21:29:32 GMT -5
Lucas advanced cautiously through the darkness, wary of his surroundings and the increasing risk he took with each step. Mentally, he was beginning to rethink the entire situation. At the time, going out to find food was the best idea; but now that he was actually out wandering in a city erupting with the undead, searching alone for food was appearing more and more to be a bad idea. What if he were to get jumped by a pack of zombies? Lucas had nothing to defend himself with. No car, no gun, not bat, not even some form of mace. There was a possibility that he could out run them, but one pack of zombies could notify another pack, and another, and another. Running would be pointless, for Lucas would only find himself being surrounded by yet another hoard of undead flesh eaters.
There was no question as to whether or not there was anything going through Lucas’ head as he continued to walk down the empty street, but rather, what was going through his head? His mind was plagued with stream after stream of conscious thought. It almost seemed as if his mind was pulsing from beneath the thick shell of his skull. Occasionally, the pale ring finger and thumb of his right hand would rise to his forehead and press against his temples, as if he was trying to suffocate each thought that revisited him over and over again. His eyes shut for a brief moment before fixating on the path ahead of him, his gaze remaining determined and never moving.
Eyeing his surroundings suspiciously, Lucas headed west down West Madison Street, diving into the shadows whenever he heard a sound that had the slightest likeliness to a groan. Fear and adrenaline coursed through his veins, causing his heart to race while clear balls of sweat beaded on his pale forehead as he wandered past East Garfield Park. Lucas made sure that he stayed away from the street lamps, physically refusing to allow his form to be illuminated and exposed to any secretly peering eyes. Making a left turn, Lucas found himself going further south on South Kedzie Avenue, his hunger pushing him to go further and further in search for any open taverns or restaurants.
It seemed like he had been walking for hours, his legs seeming to have a mind of their own as Lucas shoved his long fingers into the pocket of his blazer for the time being. What seemed to be forever passed for Lucas found himself in front of the Chicago Police Station with the lights on in the 11th division. Lucas breathed a small sigh of relief before he turned his emerald hues to the sky above him, taking note at the slight colour change it had taken. The sun would be rising in a matter of hours, meaning that the zombies would be able to get a better view of them; and that only meant one thing. Danger.
Stopping in front of the department, Lucas’ green eyes turned to the right, watching a large object running towards him. A chord of fear was immediately pulled from within him; Lucas’ mind was flagged for danger, assuming that the large form running towards him was a member of the undead. Lucas took many hurried steps backward, the blood rushing to his legs as he prepared himself to run away. The ex-lawyer’s heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest, as his breathing quickened. As the figure came closer, Lucas paid attention to the body form, the way they ran, the movement of muscles simultaneously with each stride.
Lucas felt his body calm down just slightly. Each heavy stomp held more coordination – and a hint of athleticism- than any zombie could ever exude. The closer the man got, the man got, the easier it was for Lucas to notice his ginger hair and stout body. Lucas responded by raising his hands into the air, his palms facing towards the older man heading his way. For the time being, he kept it mouth shut, just in case any sound he’d make would attract unwanted visitors. His stomach churned as the other male came closer and closer. If Lucas was right, he may live to see another night; if he was wrong, however, this may be the last time he breathes air as a living being. Uttering a silent prayer, Lucas took a long, deep breath as he regarded the male in front of him, lowering his hands to his sides once more.
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Post by Eric Easy E Pelka on Aug 3, 2010 4:05:44 GMT -5
Patrick hated it when he was right. It wasn’t even five minutes after he left the derelict Animal Hospital that he accidentally tripped and made a loud clang against one of the wrecked cars strewn across the street. No longer enjoying the full veil of nightfall, every former denizen of the Chicago block awoke with one thing on their mind – food. At first he kept his cool keeping a brisk walk well aware he could out run the stumbling corpses. However, the numbers increased exponentially, covering the street in a blanket of bodies. These were all the people that failed to make it to the Police Station. Citizens he was unable to uphold his duty to.
By the time he made it to the Police Station he was in full sprint, not willing to find out what other monsters lurked in the horde of zombies filtering into the tiny square in front of the station. A single figure stood in front of him, blocking his way into the police station. Shit, they are here too!? Patrick thought to himself as he began to slow his pace. Un-holstering his pistol, Patrick readied his gun aiming to dispatch the unknown foe with a single shot to the forehead. He was done with these freaks. He was tired and ready to relax for a few moments. Yet just as he began to put pressure on the hair trigger, he saw the silhouettes arms raise, and quickly released his finger just as the hammer was about to cock. Whoever he almost shot was alive!?
Patrick kept on running, too out of breath to say anything tangible to the person standing in front of him. He didn’t even make the effort to look at his face, right now all that mattered was getting out of the way of this oncoming onslaught. Patrick hurled his burly body against the door of the police station. It was tall, built of heavy tough wood, this fact was very apparent when Patrick felt a sharp pain explode in his right shoulder. The door was sealed. Patrick looked at the door; crudely nailed boards held the door shut. Hanging off the top board a hammer swayed gently.
“Here, take this,” Patrick handed his weapon to the stranger who stood confused behind him. “If you don’t know how to use it, there is no better time to learn how lad. I am gonna get these boards off this door for us, my boy.”
Patrick began prying out the first set of nails on the top layer of the door, his focus no longer on the horde of undead slowly beginning to stagger into the immediate vicinity. It took him almost two minutes to remove the highest board; that was too long, with three more to go the creatures would be on top of them before he got to the third board. Still he persisted using all his strength to rip the nails out of the sturdy frame. His hands were slick with sweat, and in his hurry he dropped the hammer. Bending over to retrieve the tool, Patrick felt a warm damp breath on the back of his neck. Turning around he was met with a series of undead dogs again.
“Fuck me Mary!” Patrick reached down quickly to grab his hammer but it was too late, the first of the two animals had leaped into the air and was hovering over top him. Patrick sealed his eyes tight and waited for the muscular body to fall onto him.
Suddenly two gunshots sounded throughout the street, as the sound of raw meet falling on the ground echoed sickeningly. Patrick opened his eyes to see the two beasts were dead, a pool of coagulated blood flowing from their skulls. Looking around frantically Patrick was met with a welcome face. The boy who had helped him in the Animal Hospital finally decided to follow him.
“There you go bailin’ me out again boy! I definitely owe you a drink when this is all done with.” Patrick looked in the direction of his new acquaintance. “Try to keep your eyes a little more open, me and my boy here will get these boards off in no time.” Patrick motioned for the athletic young man and handed him the hammer. While he worked on the top boards, Patrick would use his burly muscles and heavy weight to rip the lower ones out with sheer force. Time was ticking, but things were beginning to look better. If only they had a few more hands.
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