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Post by Francis on Mar 17, 2009 12:27:25 GMT -7
I stood there and looked at myself in the mirror. All of the bruises and cuts I previously had, were gone! I felt stronger, and nothing hurt. My muscles seemed a tad bigger. Standing in a boxers stance, I threw a few punches. I was definitely faster. Zoey was yelling for me. Without a word, I ran out of the office and grabbed my shotgun. It was instinct to toss it upward and catch it in my fingers. Balancing it on the tip of my finger, I smiled. A strong punch on my arm made me blink and shake me head. I stopped balancing the shotgun. Looking over at Zoey, she gave me an annoyed look and rolled her eyes. I shrugged my shoulders at her, and I saw her smile. She led the way, like always. Before we could even step out into the hospital, an infected had rushed us from behind. It was a hunter! He growled with enthusiasm, and looked at us. I stood there and looked at him, my eyes narrowed. He lept with such speed, Zoey had no time to react. I dropped my shotgun as he lept past me, and toward her. Before I knew what I was doing, I had his foot in my hand. Slamming him to the ground not an inch from Zoey. His foot still in my hand, he began to screech at me. Taking a step back, I flung him over my shoulder, back at the ground. His chin hit the ground, and I heard his jaw break. Stepping on my shotgun, I quickly kicked it into the air, and caught it. Placing it to the hunters head with one hand, I blew his skull off. The blast from the shotgun did not phase me. Standing there, I felt my adrenaline pumping. Despite the fact that i was in no danger, I could not stop the rush. I liked it. I felt angry, even though I had no reason to. Clenching my fist, I motioned for Zoey to lead on.
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Paul
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Post by Paul on Mar 17, 2009 15:10:51 GMT -7
I was feeling more and more distraught and torn. I couldn't tell what was real anymore. The spectre of Catherine had betrayed me.
She had betrayed me.
What was I suppose to do? I was wandering the halls now, occasionally blasting the head off a zombie or two. The empty casings rang against the floor, a distressful sound now.
I was lost.
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Kass
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Rhi is Sexy.
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Post by Kass on Mar 18, 2009 0:17:36 GMT -7
I curse Paul's long legs. He can travel so much further than I can. Where the Hell could he have gone to? Emotions run through me, concern and anxiety at the forefront. I fight flashbacks of being separated from Steven and concentrate on the task at hand.
There are zombies milling around but they seem fairly passive. I want to keep it that way. I remain quiet, slicing zombies with my machete when I have to.
All of the hallways look the same. Dirty,smeared with blood, and littered with trash.
I hear shots fired and hope flares in my chest. I pick up my pace, praying for more shots so I can track him down.
"Damn damn damn. When I find you..." I mutter and decapitate a zombie who gets in my way.
I'm rushing. More shots. I must follow. Must find him.
I lose track of time. Soon I'm wandering around in circles.
My thoughts take hold of me. Why would he leave so suddenly? What would cause him to stray from a safe room out into these "infected" halls?
I swear I see his form pass one of the rooms. I whisper his name and track him. He's walking around, shooting when it's necessary.
"Paul?" I run up to him and am puzzled when he doesn't seem to notice me. He's looking through and away. I stop in front of him and poke him in the shoulder. "Earth to Paul."
There's a look of pain and distress on his face. I swear he's looking for someone again.
Now is not the time for this. I wave my hand in front of his face. I poke him again. I insult him a little.
I grab his hand and squeeze , my voice trying to break through. "God Dammit! Paul!"
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Paul
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Post by Paul on Mar 18, 2009 6:23:27 GMT -7
"Just leave me." I whisper to her. Her face contorted to surprised confusion. I wanted to escape her grip. It was warm.
I couldn't.
I look down to her. She was trying to figure me out. I wish I could tell her that I was lost in everything and nothing. I couldn't.
Something wet slid down my cheek. Must have been water leeking from the ceiling. There wasn't though. Was I bleeding?
Was that........ a........... tear?
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Post by Zoey on Mar 18, 2009 8:19:49 GMT -7
I knew he was high on the rush, and I doubted he knew it yet. He would realize his increased and non-stop adrenaline soon enough. But for now, we needed to take advantage of our situation. Paul and the new girl had gone missing and were wandering these halls somewhere. We were split up, a very dangerous situation. I wanted to yell out for them as I moved forward, but I knew that would be very dangerous. There seemed to be a plenty amount of zombies around, despite the ones I had killed earlier. "Let's move quickly." Francis spoke, his voice seemingly deeper. We did, up the stairs and through the path I had made when wandering out here earlier. When we reached the third floor, I looked left and right down the hall. I had taken the left to the storage earlier, but had Francis been tagging along in his previous condition, we wouldn't have made it. I turned right and led him down the hall. "This way." I guided him. "Are you sure?" I smirked. "Yeah, I'm sure. There is an elevator up ahead. If we can't find Paul, then we have to meet them at the next safe room." "You know this hospital well, don't you?" I paused a moment as we came upon a clerk desk, eliminating the zombies that turned to greet us. There was an off silence despite the moans of zombies in the background. I smirked. "My father was a doctor in this hospital. Practically ran the place. I spent a lot of my childhood here." I laughed, following the wall to the right towards the elevator, "It looks like what I dreamed it would look like if the zombies ever came." I checked the elevators near the clerks desk to find that neither of them were functional. I turned back and continued to the big double doors as Francis followed.
Witch Elizabeth
Kneeling on the ground, my skin scraping against the roughness of the floor as I rocked my frail body back and forth weeping silently to myself. The backs of my hands covered my eyes that could now see in such a vivid way that everything that made a possible movement startled me. The tears poured so steadily down my cheeks as I thought about them; my family. Chris and Lynn... my beautiful children; I watched their skin turn an odd blue color... ignored when their eyes started changing color... panicked when I saw them writhing on the ground in horrible pain as their bodies tried to morph in to something unnatural.
I wailed at the thought and my cries echoed deep through the building; this hospital. So much death surrounded me as I sat there, the others stumbling around, looking for something they could not find, their brains so damaged beyond repair that they could not recognize anything but friend and foe. How lucky for them to not have to be physically alive for this hell that god had pushed us so willingly in to. A punishment, divine retribution. The cross my husband gave me still hung from my neck, a gift from him for bearing his children. Even as the monster I was now, my clothes ripped so viciously, my skin tight and pulled against my bones. The cross was the only thing on me that looked human anymore. And even then, faith was not going to help me now.
I continued my crying, constantly reliving that horrible moment over and over in my mind, cursing my husband for creating such a thing that could destroy humanity... to make my children monsters... and to make me have to put them out of their misery.
Hunter Grey
Crouching beside my brother in the tiny steel vents I rubbed my cheek again feeling the bruising beneath it caused by the woman I had failed to kill earlier. It wasn't unusual that I couldn't, I had not killed many yet. I looked over at my brother, my blond hair shifting on my skin as he peered down the grate, watching some humans that I had lost interest in. I felt the extreme urge to jump, to fly through the air and feel the wind on my skin. "What are we doing...?" I whispered in a low growl to him. He seemed focused on something, as usual. He was turning faster than me, and when he turned a certain way I could see a glint of orange in his eyes.
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Kass
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Rhi is Sexy.
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Post by Kass on Mar 18, 2009 9:30:18 GMT -7
He tells me to leave him.
I whisper back, "Not a chance in Hell."
His eyes fall on me and there's chaos in them. It's slow and consuming. I won't let it devour him whole.
I wait for him to break free of my grasp. I wait for him to run. But no, he remains. I study his face, trying to think of words to comfort him.
Something wet slides down his cheek. He seems puzzled by it.
"Paul..." I whisper, my free hand gains a life of its own and brushes the tear away.
Quite the picture this would make. The two of us standing in a zombie-infested hospital, holding hands and looking at one another.
I find peace in this.
I want it to last. More than anything.
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Post by Francis on Mar 18, 2009 13:30:38 GMT -7
Strutting down the hallway at a slow pace, I still kept up with Zoey and her short legs. My aim was so amazing. I felt everything move so slowly, like my reflexes were so much better. I just continued to follow her as she led the way.
Hunter Vici My brother was growling something to me. I had ignored him unintentionally. Looking back toward him, My brown hair swooshing as I did. It was long, and it was annoying me. Taking a claw, I started to carefully cut parts of my hair out of my face. My brother looked at me like I'm retarded. "What? Just because I'm dead, doesn't mean I like hair in my face." I snapped. Focusing my attention back on the people, I felt myself grow hungry. My brothers arm twitched. He wanted to go jumping again. Oh that kid. all he ever wanted to do was jump around, enjoy the wind in his face. It was fun, but he didn't understand. The hunger. It was horrible. Eating made me feel good, it made the pain go away. "We'll get them, when they leave the elevator. Do you understand?" I whispered. "Ugh, killing more? Why? I'm boooooooooreddd" He mumbled. Giving him a stare, he looked fearful. My eyes were an odd orange, and you felt cold every time they fell on you. "No objections" I whispered, and slapped him in the back of the head.
Tank William Pushing my way along the roof, I could still hear my ears ring from that girls screams. The roof had no walls, it was weird. The wind was blowing, and it was raining. I could not feel anything though. I could hear crying from the floors below me. It didn't sound human, maybe I should just leave it alone. I walked past a bunch of alleyways, and found a red steel door. It was unique, and it felt cold to the touch. I stood there, examining it.
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Erik
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Post by Erik on Mar 19, 2009 0:46:42 GMT -7
I stumble as I walk through the seemingly empty hallway, several tears in my shirt, glass shards lodged deep into my skin. My head spinning, I try to focus on finding other survivors, others that might be able to help me survive, my breathing hard as my arms shake from the pain. I trip over my steps, and hit the wall, gasping in pain as I do so, causing several of the shards of glass to go even deeper into my flesh.
I lean against the wall and rest a bit, looking around to figure out where I am. I look ahead and see two figures, one being a red head male looking to be about my height, the other being a small, blackish haired girl, my blurry vision distorting them, as my breathing becomes harder, panicking that they might be infected. My body locks up, not wanting to move, even though my head is telling me to run the other way, as I continue to look at them, barely hearing the words coming out of their mouths.
My body finally gives in to my thoughts as I start to turn towards the other end of the hall. I start to run, before tripping once again on my feet and hitting the floor, hard, any air in my lungs being exhaled as I panic, knowing that they surely heard me. I scramble to get up, but can't, stumbling on my movements, the pain finally getting the best of me, as I suddenly feel very weak and tired. My head rushes, my vision becoming even more blurry before becoming dark, passing out as my body slumps once again to the floor.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 20, 2009 8:46:07 GMT -7
We walked down the dark halls, Francis behind me, zombies scampering out from behind shelves and beds and desks to get to us as they hear us approach. They just kept coming, like they spawned repetitively and refused to die, even at a heap at our feet. I looked back for a moment, past Francis, and smirked at the trail of zombie corpses we had left behind. It was like a path or something, but much more disgusting to walk on. After getting caught in the middle of the contamination ward and fighting off another horde back-to-back, we hopped over another barricade and found a functional elevator to our left. At least, it looked like it worked. We walked up to it, grabbing ammo off some corpses as we did. "Seriously, we are going to stand here with guns and wait for a damn elevator? Like this was everyday life?!" Francis complained, sitting on a nearby gurney. "I don't think it will be that easy. And, like it or not, this might be eveyday life." I smiled and laughed, bouncing over to press the button. It was quiet for a moment as we starred at the red counter as it refused to move.
Then, a loud groan emerged from the elevator shaft... Followed by the loud howls of blood hungry zombies. Francis and I looked at each other, and burst in to laughter.
Hunter Grey
We were crouched in the vent, my brother still watching them as a loud sound from the elevator pierced our ears. We screeched and covered them, tears forming in my eyes. It was a terrible scraping sound that I did not like. I pleaded with my brother again. "Let's leaveeeeee!!!!!!!!!" I yelled again. "NO!" I cowered and dug my claws in to the metal vent.
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Paul
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Post by Paul on Mar 25, 2009 9:28:19 GMT -7
This was not right. I wanted to stop her. I should have. That feeling of warmth though....how long have I been without it?
Something was stumbling from behind her, in the dark hallway.
With a single motion, I place my hand on her back and push her to my left arm. At the same time, I pull my Colt free from its holster and tossed it to my right, aimed to the middle of its head. Perfect.
It wasn't a zombie, as I thought, it was a man. He was hurt. Before we could move, he collapsed onto the floor.
The whole hospital was flooded with roars and screams of anger. "Quick, into the office." I said to her. I walked over and picked up the man onto my back, making my way towards Kass with much haste.
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Post by Francis on Mar 25, 2009 15:56:37 GMT -7
Leaning against the gurney, I made sure all of my guns were reloaded. Standing up as Zoey pushed the button. The old elevator made a loud screeching noise. It was deafening, and it hurt my ears just to be near it,but it seemed to work. The elevator lights lit up, and displayed a bright "28" on its display. Putting our backs to the wall, we waited. Some of the infected had heard our ruckus, and rushed us from the corners. Picking off what came at us, I managed to save Zoeys back a few times, without her even knowing. From my peripheral, I noticed something to my far right. Down a few hallways, and in the dark. Holding my sniper rifle out to my side, it pointed in front of Zoeys path. Taking a second to aim, I made my shot. In the distance, all you could hear was an explosion, and the familiar plop of what was left of a boomer hit the ground. As I threw my rifle back onto my back, I pulled out my shotgun. Mowing down any infected that made their way toward us. In the vent, I hear a screech. Then the metal in the vent crunched. That was not good.
Hunter Vici My brother was such an idiot, and a child. Sometimes I just wanted to choke his little neck. I had to admire him though. Even through all of this hell, he still acted like a child. I guess it was the only thing nearly human I had left. The elevator was making such a racket, and it was hurting my ears. I could only imagine how annoyed he was. I was not sure what the survivors were attempting to do. There was nothing in the upstairs floors. Were they trying to get away from the infection? I guess it was mankind's natural reaction to climb up on things. Like the infection was a flood, and they were trying to escape the rising tides. I was unsure of even what my plan was right now. But we were going to see what theirs was first. Ordering my brother to ride the elevator top and listen in on them, he nodded at me with his hands still clenched over his ears. Hopefully he could be sneaky.
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Kass
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Post by Kass on Mar 25, 2009 21:55:25 GMT -7
I don't hesitate when Paul tells me to get to the office. I watch him sling the unconscious man over his back and hurry towards me. Anxious doesn't seem to accurately describe how I feel. My pistol is aimed behind him, ready to blast anything away. Luckily enough, those long legs carry them into the office quite rapidly. The young man is set on the floor while Paul and I try to barricade ourselves into the room. It's not a "safe room" so to speak, but it'll do for now. The two of us lock eyes for a moment. A moment passes and I have to look away. Still feeling the warmth of his hand. I crouch in front of our stranger. He's young and very pale. His clothes are worn and tattered. There's shards of glass buried in his skin, crimson seeping out of the wounds. I let out a small curse and look for some way to patch him up. I turn around to see Paul standing beside the door. His long fingers are still wrapped around the Colt in his hand. He's aware of my gaze. I manage a small smile and realize that I've never seen him smile. The thought tugs at me a little more than it should. I hear the stranger mumble something and my attention returns to him. I hesitate for a moment and rip off one of the sleeves of my t-shirt. My fingers go to work on removing some of the shards before wrapping the area with the makeshift bandage.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 26, 2009 10:13:29 GMT -7
Hunter Grey
I did as my brother told me, moving to the end of the vent to wait for the elevator to come down. Looking up I saw that it was still a ways away in the darkness. I grew tired of waiting. Digging my claws in tightly and readying my legs, I jumped straight up with one fluid motion. It wasn’t high enough of a jump, so I clasped on to the wall for a brief moment and jumped again, letting out a long cry of satisfaction which sounded more like a scream when I hit the top of the moving elevator. I sat there now as the box lowered, waiting and watching; smirking.
Zoey
As we mowed down the infected, Francis and I were squished together in the corner, our bodies touching with more of a instinct to survival, but feeling his warm skin against mine felt nice. Any comfort in this hell was nice. Together we watched the red counter lower. Taking the elevator was a quick way to get to the roof, rather than continuously climbing stairs and meeting with multiple enemies. Especially when we reached the floors that housed the initially infected. I did not want to go there and confront what had happened, and see its horrors.
It was a miracle that we hadn’t turned either. Were we immune? Or had we yet to be truly exposed? The elevator reached our floor and as the steel doors slid open. We immediately began to push zombies out of the way, running for the opening. As Francis stepped in the elevator, a smoker appeared and grasped its long tongue around me. I yelped as I fell to the floor and was dragged back in to the mob, but Francis would have none of this. Taking out his shotgun he blasted the infected nearest me without hitting me, then fluidly switched to his rifle and shot off the smokers head just as his claws wrapped around my arms. I pulled the tongue off me and ran to Francis’ side as the elevator door closed.
I smiled and took a deep breath, looking up at the hole in the roof of the shaft. “Game over man! Game over!” I yelled and laughed to myself as it echoed. As I was laughing, Francis took one step to stand in front of me, dropped his weapon and pinned me against the wall. He looked down at me with such ferocity, his heart pounding hard enough that I could hear it. When is hips pressed against me and he leant his mouth to my ear I found that he was hard. It was the adrenalin, and the side effects of the medication. His muscles were bulging against his clothes and I found myself starring at them in awe. I melted in his arms, heat of my own growing at the same rate that his temper probably was.
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Post by Francis on Mar 26, 2009 15:16:34 GMT -7
I could feel every muscle in my body tense. The elevator was rumbling around me, and I could not contain myself. I needed her now. Pushing her against the wall, I could feel myself flexing unintentionally. The blood flow was everywhere, and my strength was overbearing. I was in pain, and enraged. I was hard, even though it was still locked away within the confines of my pants, it craved for attention. Pushing her shoulders against the wall, I pulled my face in close to hers. My body was pressed against hers, and my gun was on the ground. My hands caressing her body, and sides. Running those hands downwards, I found her thighs, and around to her butt. Grasping it firmly, I felt her up. Admiring the firmness of her perky behind. Kissing her, she seemed confused by all of this. It was so sudden, but I could not stop myself. I felt so powerful, and she could feel it too.
Hunter Vici
My brother was on the elevator top, looking downwards at them. I could her shuffling, but I had no idea what was going on. Making my way up the elevator shaft, I made my way to the top floor silently. Pushing my claws into the metal, I made little effort. Punching holes all the way up. Sitting on the side of a wall on the top floor, I pounced to the ceiling and hung there. Waiting to see where they were going.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 26, 2009 15:25:33 GMT -7
Hunter Grey
I was confused at what was going on. Why, in the middle of all this hell was that male touching the female? Why were they taking the time to relieve some pent up angst? Was it some sort of stress relief in this chaotic world? Like my jumping... I continued to watch silently, the male letting low growls out from his throat that I took in context that she was his, and he somehow, in the back of his mind, knew I was here and needed to tell me that. I took a small scoot backwards and still peered in on them.
Zoey
I gasped when he grabbed me so harshly, gripping my ass and pulling me closer. My hands cupped his cheeks and I kissed him, my breathing sharp as I began to allow him to take over. This was bad, like giving in to the monster. He would have his way, even if he had to rape me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he gripped my legs and lifted me up to straddle his waist, half sitting on the waist height banister. I fiddled with his pants as he growled low, making my nipples hard with the tone. He was being so sexy right now. As I reached in and gripped one hand around his hardness, his lips parted in to a smirk, his deep brown eyes locked on to mine as he raised his chin. I pulled him closer and looked over his shoulder at that red counter. We were on the 6th floor. There was no way we would have time. I was going to whisper that in to his ear, but when his large hand took hold of my tender breast, that thought was lost and I moaned in its place, licking the bottom of his earlobe.
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