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Post by Paul on Mar 15, 2009 8:32:01 GMT -7
They had the decency to leave. That much I could give them.
Damn, my cigarette was running low. With a last effort, I inhaled the last of that tasteful air and put it out.
This girl was interesting, though.
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Post by Kass on Mar 15, 2009 11:19:58 GMT -7
I can't sleep any longer for I feel that I've slept too much. Or maybe it's because I can't stand another dream right now.
I grumble and open my eyes to see him looking at me. I ignore his gaze for now and work on sitting up. I study the wound on my leg and curse a little. My hands busy themselves with re-wrapping my injury. I scoot back so my back is against the wall. The coolness is reassuring for unknown reasons.
I manage a small smile and try to think of what to say. After a few options, some of them being raunchy, I settle for simple.
"Thanks for helping me out back there." I blush a little but he doesn't seem to notice. "You're welcome." His voice is soothing without trying to be.
We sit in silence for a little while longer but it doesn't feel uncomfortable.
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Post by Paul on Mar 16, 2009 5:17:50 GMT -7
There was something about her. This something was alien to me, I could not place it exactly. The silence only seemed to amplify that feeling.
"So," I began. I let out a long sigh that I quickly regretted doing. "I'm Paul, Paul Whitetree, and you?" I looked into her eyes. Such a pale tone to them. I was seeing a lot, too much though. I quickly averted my gaze elsewhere. Already crossing that line I swore never to cross.
She seemed slightly confused, but for only a moment. Perhaps because of what I had just done.
Black roses were on the walls.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 16, 2009 9:01:38 GMT -7
I was slowly drifting to sleep when he let out a small cry of pain, muscles tensing as he grit his teeth. I laid him on his back and ran my hand over his head. We didn't have enough pain pills or equipment. He needed some morphine or some steroids to hold off the pain and let him heal. I had to find something for him. "Shh, it will be okay..." I smiled at him, found a blanket and covered him, "I'm going to see if Paul has more pills, I will be right back." I kissed him lightly, "Try and sleep." Standing up I dressed and headed over to the door, opened it and closed it behind me.
I had forgotten, or barely noticed the new girl, but I saw her now having quietly walked in on their conversation. I bent over to pick up my bag, my shotgun and pistols. As I walked toward Paul I looked between the two of them; She was very pretty and equally beaten up as the rest of us, if not a little more stressed looking. I knelt beside Paul and whispered in his ear. "I'm sorry." I did not state why because I felt like there was no need to explain, "I have to go look for something. Don't follow, I will be right back. Don't let Francis leave." I stood in one fluid motion giving him a small smile and then looking at the new girl, nodding my head. I turned towards the door leading inside of the hospital and quietly opened the heavy plated steel, checking the corners before closing it behind me.
The hospital was torn up and filthy, most likely from the zombies trampling through. My fathers hospital... or he liked to think it was his. I remembered being here often as a child, coming to visit my father. I was very young then... and what a difference my teenage years made in me. I hardly missed my parents. Any of these pathetic zombies could be my father, but I made little faltering when defending myself. Being alone in the non-safe zones was dangerous, and I had to be extremely careful.
I proceeded quickly down the hall, peering down to my right as zombies stumbled about. They didn't notice me, and I snuck past. I continued up to the stairwell where as I turned the corner I came face to face with a green-colored, disfigured nurse in scrubs. She barely let off a screech before I placed my pistol to her head and fire. She slumped down, and five more of them came flying at me. Quickly, like a reflex, I pulled out my shotgun and fired, taking out them all in two blasts, just to make sure. A reflex... all of us were now trained killers. But I had to keep going, Francis needed medical attention, and if I was lucky I could find some of my fathers experimental drugs that had only a tiny amount of shipment in few states. It would be enough to assist in our more serious injuries, like the ones we would receive when fighting mammoths like that tank. I had to watch out for him too, he was wandering around here. I flew up the stairs and quickly checked the corners, zombies on both sides. I pulled out my dual pistols again, stepping out from the stairwell and firing, each gun pointed down a different direction in the hallway. I fired, the sound ringing in my ears. But I emptied both guns, even after the zombies slumped down to the ground. Make sure their dead... As I reloaded I heard a familiar sound of coughing behind me and turned around much too late. I was quickly ensnared, the tongue wrapped around me like a snake, squeezing. At last second I managed to place my right wrist near my neck to prevent him from choking me. He held me tight against his lanky body with his tongue around me, his beady eyes looking at me as I turned my head to see him. Unfortunatly for him he was sloppy, for I still held my pistol in my right hand. Placing it under his chin I fired and killed him instantly. As he fell, I shrugged the loose tongue off me, and continued forward. Being by myself made me more mobile, but less protected. I had to take advantage and move quickly. Coming in to the front admitting area I found more zombies than I cared to fight. But they did not attack yet. They all stood in a group at the front doors, starring mesmerized at a red light that was flashing repetitively. They were quiet, drooling and swaying back and forth, but they did not notice me. I wanted to keep it that way for now. Making a quick left, I climbed on top of a telephone booth and heaved myself over to the railing, grabbing on and pulling myself over. Chuckling as I went at how Francis would never be able to pull that off. Francis hates climbing. I closed the office door nearest me and continued on to thee next stairwell. It seemed they were all blocked off in random places which was most annoying. As I started up the stairs, a zombie ran at me with his arms flailing. I managed to block with my arm as he pushed me against the wall. I slammed my foot down on his foot as he screeched, then execute him with my pistol. He still bled red blood, but it was now and off color. I spotted green mucus as I stepped over him but gave it no thought and continued. I was close to the storage and this was no time to study zombie anatomy.
Reaching the top of the flight of stairs I heard footsteps, many of them. They began to screech and the ground rumbled. A horde.... I backed myself in to a corner with my shotgun out, and prepared.
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Post by Kass on Mar 16, 2009 16:22:11 GMT -7
I can't fight the grin that tugs at my lips although I'm slightly confused by Paul's reaction. I shrug it off and try not to dwell on it.
"I'm Kass Montgomery. It's nice to meet you." I wince a little at my leg but manage to widen my smile. "I had hoped there were other people around."
"It seems as if your hopes weren't misplaced." He directs the comments to the wall. His voice betraying no emotion at all. I wonder what has happened to make him act as he does. Or maybe this is just how he is.
Paul's finally managed to look me in the eyes again. I'm dazed for a moment, finding him absolutely striking. My words almost get lodged in my throat,causing me to blush again.
"So, how long have you been traveling with the other two?" I rest my head against the wall and smile at him.
"A matter of days. What of you? Are you the last of your party or have you been traveling alone?"
"I had linked up with another small group of survivors but there was too much nonsense. So I left."
"That would be more a danger would it not?"
The question catches me off guard for a moment before I smile at Paul once more. "What isn't dangerous these days?"
A young woman enters the room. She's dark haired, young, and quite pretty. There's something delicate about her features and yet there's a determined glint in her eye. I suppose that's something we all have in common now.
She seems to pause a moment, casting a glance between Paul and myself. After gathering up some supplies she whispers something in his ear. I can only guess the look that crosses his face is a mixture of confusion or concern. He nods. She smiles at him and gives me a short nod before walking out the door.
I don't know what drives me to say it but I whisper "Be careful."
There's a moment of silence after she leaves. Paul stands up gracefully. I try not to notice how long his limbs are or how his shirt stretches nicely across his broad shoulders. I shake these thoughts away and choose to stand. I'm not nearly as smooth in moving as he is. I totter a little and find a presence on my elbow.
Paul's fingers are gently wrapped around my arm, helping to steady me. One of my hands is pressed up against the wall while the other one doesn't know what to do. He looks down at me, something flickering across his face.
"Perhaps you should remain seated."
I laugh then although I don't know why. It feels good to laugh.
The feeling doesn't last long. The sounds of zombies wandering the streets snaps me back into reality. I slowly push off against the wall, still aware of Paul, and take a step forward. The presence leaves my arm and I miss it for some reason.
"Do you think she'll be okay out there?" I look out the door, pondering why she would leave a safe house.
There's no immediate answer from my new-found friend.
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Post by Francis on Mar 16, 2009 16:55:03 GMT -7
All of the adrenaline had left me, my pain returned quickly. Worse than it had been. I grabbed my side and cried out in pain. Opening my eyes, Zoey was gone. A blanket layed on top of me neatly. I was still partly nude, and I struggled to get dressed. Finnaly clasping my pants closed, I leaned upwards, and attempted to stand. A long a painstaking process. It took me about 10 minutes to come to a complete stand. Urging forward, my hand found the doorknob, locked. Twisting the doorknob gently in my hand, I tested it. Quickly jerking to the right, I snapped the lock and broke the doorknob. The door pushed open. In the room were two people. Paul, and another girl. I did not know her name, but she was pretty. My attention was elsewhere though. "Where.. -ugh! Where is...Zoey?" I struggled to say.
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Post by Kass on Mar 16, 2009 17:11:26 GMT -7
He was a beast of a man. At least that would be someone's original impression if he didn't seem to be in so much pain. He's tall and solidly built with several tattoos. His face is rugged and severe but at the mention of the girl's name it goes soft.
"She went out. I don't know where." I want to offer him some sort of comfort since this answer troubles him greatly.
"Zoey will return shortly, Francis. She seemed quite determined."
"And you let her go alone?!" Francis begins to rummage through ammo and grabbing a few weapons. I'm convinced that the man could massacre anything with his bare hands in this mood.
"She doesn't wish to be followed and you are in no shape to pursue her." Paul's gaze locks onto Francis and I wonder how he means to stop the other man if he doesn't listen.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 16, 2009 17:15:05 GMT -7
They came at me like a wave; there really was no other way to describe it. It was overwhelming, but still manageable, having narrowed them all with the limit of having to come through the stairwell door. I made continuous shotgun fires, turning their bodies in to mulch long before they reached me. When I ran out of ammo in the shotgun I merely switched to my pistols and continued. The last zombie came when I had to re-load them as well, and all I had to do was smash his head in with the butt of the gun. I re-loaded, took a deep breath and began to move forward, jumping over the bleeding bodies.
I looked left, then right. Clear. I turned quickly left, vaulting over a barricade that had been made in the middle of the hall. Only a little further now.
I made another left and came across a big locked door. I shot the lock with my shotgun, having re-loaded both my weapons, then opened the door. The lights flickered on with my entrance and I scanned the shelves for what I was looking for. There it was, in a black box on the top shelf. I smiled and put down my weapons, climbing up the shelves to pull down the box with the red logo on it. I placed it on the floor and opened it. Seven of them, untouched. I shoved them in my bag and quickly began to look through the other items. One med pack, a bottle of pills, three shots of morphine and two of steroids. This would be more than enough to last us through the hospital. Putting it all in my bag I turned to leave and ended up flat on my back, losing grip of my pistols as I went down. I had not even heard the hooded man come up behind me, or his peculiar growl, and it has cost me. He raised his clawed fingers, screeching, ready to dig in to my flesh when I put all my force in to my hips and swung him right, switching our positions so I was now on top. He seemed confused, and fumbled a moment. I took this moment to bring my hand back, and punch him in the face with all my force, making his head swing to the side with a swift crack. We were frozen for a moment, and he turned his hooded face back to me slowly. I grit my teeth, and punched again. And again and again and again until I started crying. I grabbed his hood, tears and anger in my eyes and pulled the hood back.
Grey eyes starred back at me, his skin a paler peach than mine, the hair that I now gripped was blonde stained by red blood. His lips too, were covered in blood, but were smooth and plump. A human looked back up at me, face bruised by my attacks. This was the only visible disfigurement. He looked like one of us, not one of them. He bared his teeth, which were only slightly pointed, and screeched at me. I let him go, shocked and he squirmed out from under me, flipping the hood back over his head and pouncing away in to the depths of the hospital. What... the hell...?
I snapped myself out of it, gathered my things, and ran back the way I came.
I made it all the way to the admitting area without a problem, stopping and remembering the zombies looking at the light. I paused, swinging over the rail and softly landing on the ground, looking over at them once more, watching the flashing light. It was quiet a moment, and then the soft flashing light began to flicker and fade, and then disappeared entirely. I froze, the zombies sniffed the air. They howled and turned towards me. I dug through my bag at lightning speed, lit a Molotov and threw it in to the group. They continued running through, and burned to the ground as they did. I ran. Screeching followed.
I seemed to fly down those stairs, closing doors behind me. I could see the red steel door, so close. I slammed in to it with all the weight of my body, losing my breath as I did. Gasping I pounded on the door, hearing zombies closer behind me. I prayed they hadn't left.
I was all out of ammo.
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Post by Francis on Mar 16, 2009 17:26:06 GMT -7
The thudding was loud, my glare had not left Pauls. He was trying to intimidate me. In a normal state, I could easily brush him aside. Today, was different. Every muscle and tendon ached and screamed. My eyebrows lowered. My patience with everyone was small. Before I could muster a word, I heard a loud thud. The red steel door had taken a hit from something. Grabbing the closest gun to me, I limped towards the door quite quickly. All I had was a pistol. Swinging the door inwards, the familiar pink blur rushed inwards past me. Zoey hit the floor with a soft thud. Lifting her to her feet instantly, she turned and started to point outwards, gasping for air. Looking outwards, I notice a horde of zombies rushing towards us. Quickly grasping the pipe bomb I had at my waist, I toss it up. Pressing the button, It began to vibrate in my hand. Igniting the wick, I made a hard toss towards the pile. Bashing off of one of the zombies faces, he hit the ground with a thud. The other members of his horde, quickly found it interesting. Snatching it from each other, they began to fight amongst themselves. Closing the door quickly, the explosion rocked the door in it's frame. All fell quiet, and I found my vision getting dim. My knees began to buckle, and I coughed onto my hand. Looking down in my hand, I spotted that ever familiar crimson color. Then, all was black.
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Post by Kass on Mar 16, 2009 18:30:14 GMT -7
The tension had been so thick you could cut it with a knife. I was waiting for a fight and figuring out a way to break it up. It never came to it.
However, the zombies had decided to stop on by for a social call. There were guns drawn out by Paul and myself but Francis had the situation under control. The steel door slammed shut and chaos broke out on the other side. They probably never knew what hit them.
Zoey was tending to Francis, murmuring assurances to him. It was touching watching the two interact. Now I knew why she had left. It made perfect sense.
I look over to Paul and notice how he has gone quiet. I feel a little tug in my chest and want to say something to him but guess now isn't probably the best time.
I turn to Zoey and approach her with a touch on the shoulder. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
She seems a little surprised but managed a small nod. "Could you help me move him into the office?"
I nod and the two of us use all of our strength to move him into the adjoining room. I help her set him down on the couch and ask her if she needs any more assistance. She shakes her head "no" but smiles at me. I return the smile, hoping to get the chance to properly introduce myself.
I reluctantly close the door behind me, leaving the two in privacy once more. Paul is sitting against the wall, staring at a cigarette in his hand. He seems so far away and for the life of me, I don't know how to approach him.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 16, 2009 18:59:08 GMT -7
Alone in the office with Francis again I poured out my bag on the floor and opened the black box again. I took one of the needles with black liquid out and placed it on the ground beside me, kneeling beside Francis. I took one of the steroid vials and a spare needle, filling it full and removing the air. I repeated the process with the morphine and then placed everything else back in my bag. With this many drugs in his system plus the experimental stuff, Francis was just about to get the jolt of his life. Morphine would make him feel like a million dollars, the steroids would make him hyper, and my father’s experimental drugs would boost his testosterone higher than he had felt before not to even mention increase his heart rate and his regenerative ability.
I carefully found a vein and gave him one shot at a time, placing the used needles in a drawer away from us. I sat beside Francis on the floor and waited for the drugs to kick in, praying he didn't take my head off as a result.
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Post by Francis on Mar 16, 2009 23:51:46 GMT -7
I felt tiny pricks in my arm. After that, it was pretty much blank. I felt my body floating in the dark. Opening my eyes, I look around. I can feel my arms again. Looking down, I notice Zoey. She's knelt beside my body, crying. I have blood coming from my eyes, and my mouth is open. Vomit is on the floor beside me, and I can tell that I'm not moving. Death was my fate, but what had happened. Zoey was crying harder now, and she clung tightly to me. "I- I shouldn't have gave him that doseage. I knew his body couldn't take it! Why?!" She grabbed my body closer, and cryed endlessly on me. I felt angered, not because she had gave me mysterious drugs, but that I couldn't handle it. I was indestructible! There was no way in hell I was going to be killed like this. I felt my arms being restricted, like death was calling me away. Bound by my own limits. Breaking free of those binds, tearing away at deaths cold grip. I sit up. Zoey is in my lap crying. She quickly looks up at me, confused. "But.. but.. you were dead!" She gasps.
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Post by Paul on Mar 17, 2009 9:37:43 GMT -7
I stood there, playing the events in my mind. Of course, it still seemed like a movie of sorts.
A bad one.
I didn't think he would give out so quick, some inner strength was within Francis. Perhaps not for the better. Perhaps not for the worst.
Zoey must have been tied to him, though. The Fates were funny like that.
I stepped out and walked down the hall.
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Post by Kass on Mar 17, 2009 10:28:30 GMT -7
I watch Paul from my spot on the ground. There's something going on with him although he remains silent about it. Today's events had been both disturbing and draining.
Francis was down for now but I have hope that Zoey will help him through. I don't think that man would go down without a fight.
My gaze goes from Paul to the office door. I hear muffled sobs and I see Paul's blank face. I'm torn as to where to go.
He's quiet when he leaves. His long legs carrying him outside the room.
"Where? What the...?" I whisper and push myself off of the ground.
I grab my weapons and make sure my leg wrap is tight. I pause at the closed office door, debating whether or not to knock. I decide on leaving a simple note letting them know that the both of us have left.
I don't hesitate. I don't question why I act as I do. I just follow him.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 17, 2009 11:05:43 GMT -7
I was shocked, and I didn't know what to do. This wasn't a normal reaction to the drugs. He seemed calm... he was supposed to be acting like a beast, filled with power and determination. His bones and ligaments would have healed themselves very quickly, the only side effect being his extreme moods. I looked at him silently for one moment, and then kicked in to action. I checked his heart rate, which was a little high, his eyes were dilated from the amount of drugs I had given him, and his reflexes seemed high. As I went to check his blood pressure he placed his hand on my cheek and rubbed softly with his thumb. I grit back tears and pulled away, tossing him a bottle of water from my pack. "We better get going... it's no use staying here for much longer." I composed myself and walked out of the office with my bag and weapons. "Paul, we-" I looked around at the empty room, and panicked. Where had they gone?! I grabbed as much ammo as possible and proceeded back to the office when I found the note. The girl had written it. Paul had left without a word, and she was going after him. "Francis! We have to leave, NOW!" I yelled for him, making sure we had everything and waiting for my comrade to respond.
((continued in 4. The Hospital))
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