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Post by Francis on Mar 30, 2009 19:04:49 GMT -7
Looking the strange man up and down. His hair is a dark shade of brown. His eyes had color, and his skin was not pale. He could talk. I thought about the last talking person that we met wearing a sweater. I shook my fist in rage, and I could feel my chest tighten. Zoey could see the anger in my face, but all she did was stare. Letting the man up, he brushed him self off, and spoke something in another language that I did not understand. Probably a curse word of some sort. "What about him? Will he listen to you?" I mutter and point to his acclaimed "brother".
Hunter Vici "Uhm, he better." I exclaim, looking over toward him. Making a disgusted face, I walk over to him. "You..will...be..nice!" I exclaim. With each word I slap him once. Zoey steps aside, and he jumps up. Landing on his feet, he rubs his cheek. Looking angrily toward me. An upsetting look crosses his face, and he shifts his feet. As if he is uneasy standing on 2 legs. Brushing my hair out of my face, I turn to look at the male. He is a strong suited man, built tall, and well. He had jumped me faster than I thought normal people could move. I could hear his heartbeat. It was extremely fast. Faster than it should have been, even for someone pumped on adrenaline. Something was wrong with him, but it may not have been bad. Reluctant to turn his shoulder toward me, he eventually grabbed his stuff and proceeded to exit the elevator. "We need to keep going, you are welcome to follow. I wouldn't suggest to have your brother keep acting infected, if he can. Not many people will take kindly to his rabid behavior." Strolling past the girl she just stared at him, probably dumbfounded that he had not killed me on the spot. Looking back at her, he nods for her to lead.
Francis
As I took my spot behind Zoey, she led us down corridors that seemed too cold to be a hospital. Turning a corner, we find ourselves outside. Well, I mistook us for outside. The walls were still being constructed, and we were in danger of falling off. There were no walls, and it was windy. The wind had an ominous whistle to it. Or wait, that was something else. We could hear deep breathing in the distance, and it sounded like crying even farther ahead of us. The breathing was deep, and sounded close. Perhaps a boomer around the corner or something. Whatever it was, it sounded heavy.
Tank William
I had leaned against the wall, it was wet. I could not feel the wetness, but I could tell from the texture on my arms and hands. Sleep had taken me over for the first time in awhile. I was not even sure I could sleep as an infected. I had not eaten anything, or slept since the first time I became this horrible monstrosity. My body slumped to the ground. Sitting, I began to sleep. My large arms laying on the ground next to me. I was breathing heavily. I could not quiet myself, due to having no lower jaw. All I wanted to do was sleep, and never wake up.
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Post by Kass on Mar 30, 2009 23:57:50 GMT -7
I don't dream of anything. I just feel this sense of calm and safety beside Paul.
That's all shattered with a very male and very pissed off scream. I feel Paul jerk beside me, leaning to the right and that's when I see our stranger. He's standing up. His skin is ghostly pale and his brown eyes are wide.
There's a knife sticking out of the wall next to Paul's left shoulder. My hand is on my gun faster than I can blink. Paul is also on the defense. This newcomer is clearly a threat.
At least he is until he collapses to the ground. Blood seeps through his bandages and he slumbers once more.
I look over at Paul. "Are you alright?"
"I am." His hand is still holding his Colt. I can't tell if he's shaken up or not. It's only his eyes that give him away. I don't dare look too long for there's so much that I could see in them.
I stand up and cross the room once more. My hand is resting on my gun as I look the newcomer over. A part of me wants to wake him up and give him a piece of my mind but I don't know if I can really blame him. His reaction, although a bit extreme, was somewhat understandable given the circumstances.
I lean forward and whisper, not sure if he can hear. "We're not here to harm you. But I will if you hurt him."
I readjust his bandages and cast another look at him. He's down for the count. His "outburst" more than likely wore him out for a while. I only hope our next encounter will be less ...violent.
I settle back on the floor next to Paul. I want to fall back asleep but don't know if I can. I look at him, catching his gaze and manage a small smile. I shyly rest my head on his shoulder once more. He doesn't stiffen but accepts me. I close my eyes once more. My hand resting on my pistol, just in case.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 31, 2009 15:17:18 GMT -7
I was reluctant to let the hunter follow us, after what had happened to us last time. But, we had to push on and find Paul and the other girl who had disappeared. I wondered where they had gone, and hoped they had beat us to the safe room. The wind was cool against my skin as we walked through the beams that began the construction for the new walls. I had not been this high in the hospital before, but the path before us looked generic. All I could hear was the wistle of the wind as it passed through the steel and wood girders, and kept advancing. One foot in front of the other, shotgun gripped very tightly in my tiny hands I turned the corner and blew away the zombies in front of me. They stumbled around and as they noticed their comrades going down, they started to run for me. Francis and I kept together, able to eliminate them as swiftly as we had done in all the floors before. I kept steady aim and kept whispering to myself. “We’re almost out of here…”
Hunter Grey
They were swift and it was no wonder they were able to stay alive as long as they have. But did rescue await them where they were going? Perhaps, we had seen a few human straggle past here muttering the same idea. My brother did not like our position but it was amusing me. I struggled to walk like a human again but managed it. The big human male kept looking back at me and watching us. I got myself in to hand to hand fights with zombies, but this was common. Some of the infected weren’t sure if I was infected or human and I was attacked often. Being with Vici usually prevented this, but as my brother lurked behind us he was little protection. These mindless fools were not like us hunters; they had little or no common sense left anymore. It was amusing to watch, dangerous to get on the wrong side of. In any case we preceded, the female leading the line with her big gun, checking the corners and blasting apart various body parts.
It was as we past an un-walled corner that I froze in my tracks and winced. Soon after, the female stopped the man, but it was not because she had seen me halt; it was because up ahead, we heard a woman crying. “Francis!” she spun around and spoke, “Someone’s out there! Do you think it’s them?” “Possibly.” The woman turned back around and began to run. “Paul! Paul?!” “Zoey! Wait!” The man began to run after her, and I followed them.
A witch… this was not a good sign. What was she doing up here of all places? I didn’t want to run in to her, because she would not hesitate to kill us as well.
Zoey
The crying was getting closer, and I begged it was someone with Paul, or something. Another sign of human life, someone we could save. I rounded the next corner and tripped, falling quicker than my mind could register. I fell in to the lap of something large, strong muscles almost harder than it would have been like to land on the floor. Ignoring my obvious pain I looked slowly up at the lap I had landed in. The tank sat there, breathing heavily, looking down at me with his orange-colored eyes. I dared not move in fear of arousing his anger, not even to look and see if Francis was seeing what I was seeing.
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Post by Francis on Mar 31, 2009 15:30:13 GMT -7
Turning a corner I attempted to catch up to Zoey. Rounding a corner, I stopped in my tracks. The hulk of a man was sitting right there. Zoey had fallen onto his arm, and was currently laying there, stunned. Her mouth had fallen agape. Thoughts running through my head, many plans running across my thoughts. A lot of my plans seemed to end in failure in my conscious. Quickly grasping Zoey by the back of her pants, I yank her upward and catch her in my arms. Pulling back around the corner, I began to quick-step. After a few seconds o terrorized running, I stop. Nothing was chasing us. The tank had not made a noise other than breathing. It had not moved. Looking over at Zoey, my face was puzzled.
Hunter Vici The humans had run back around the corner, away from something. From what though? Leaping upward I grasp hold of the ceiling. crawling quietly and slowly around the corner, I noticed the hulking mass of muscle. My eyes studied him carefully. He looked dangerous. He looked up at me, his eyes a strange orange color. He glared at me angrily, and looked away. He looked as if he was sulking. Upset by something. What could upset such a large creature? Surely he could take care of himself. He did not look hurt. Pouncing back to the humans, I reported what I saw to Grey. Including every detail. Maybe he could tell them what was going on.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 31, 2009 15:45:48 GMT -7
Hunter Grey
I spoke back to my brother in growls, “Yes, but should we tell them that?” I questioned and looked over at them. They were breathing heavily, trying to figure out what to do. It did not look like there was another way around; we would have to backtrack way too much for that.
“Francis… what should we-“ “Go through, of course. That thing is no match for me, he might be hurt.”
Zoey
“I wonder why he is just sitting there…” I muttered, looking back at the hunter pair. “What is your name anyways? Can your brother help us?” “Grey.” He replied, “My brother says there is no other way around, but I do not think it is wise to anger him. Yet, he seemed to be okay with you.” He smiled at me and I looked off over the landscape of the city. I had an idea. “I’ll distract him. Francis and Grey sneak past when he is preoccupied with me. There is a human up ahead crying somewhere and we need to help her. The zombies seem to stay away from the big guy, so I will be fine. Get to the safe room and I will be right behind you.” “No-“ “Yes.” I rummaged through my bag and pulled something out, then handed my bag to Francis. “I have a plan. Don’t argue.” I began walking towards the corner, and then got down on my hands and knees, shotgun on my back. I slowly rounded the corner, the heavy breathing filling my ears full. I looked up at the beast with wide eyes, afraid, like I had been before. It must have been him, after the ordeal with Francis; he had run off in to the hospital. Seeking what, I did not know. But he was here now, and we had to safely pass.
I began to wonder what had made him like this. Such a beast, but sitting there he seemed almost harmless, despite his appearance. He was so hulky that I began to wonder something awful; had he been testing my fathers’ drugs in their prior stages? That would have been awful.
I looked up at him and he turned his head to look at me. Slowly I brought my hand to my jacket and pulled out a chocolate bar, handing it to him. I pleaded with whoever was out there in that divine realm that he did not kill me.
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Post by Francis on Mar 31, 2009 16:12:53 GMT -7
Holding still, I put my faith in Zoey. Perhaps she had an idea.
Tank William
I looked down at the girl, she was offering me something. I lent down to her, and sniffed it. It did not seem appetizing. She was being nice though, why? I attempted to speak, but all that came out was a soft grunt. Followed by my tongue flopping out of my jawless mouth. Laying back against the wall, I began to mope again. Even though I could not feel anything, I hurt. Maybe I was dying? Oh, one could dream. Grabbing the girl in my hand, I lifted her onto my lap. I hugged her, that's all I could do to show friendlyness. I tried not to hurt her. I let her go, and I set her back onto her feet. She stood there, her hair a mess. Looking at me, still terrified.
Hunter Vici I sat there and looked at the man, he was listening for a scream of help, but none followed. He was waiting for her signal.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 31, 2009 16:24:22 GMT -7
I wasn’t quite sure what to do; my muscles aching from what I believed had been a hug… or, something. I gave Francis a signal around the wall, walking closer to the hulking man that had to be about 8 times my size. I smiled at him, feeling bad for his situation, placing my hand on his cheek and then wrapping my arms around his neck, returning the hug. I wished I could speak to him… to know why and how and what he was… As Francis passed quickly, he gave me an odd look. I nodded to him, and then stopped Grey. “You go with the hunter. We will catch up.” When he left I turned to Grey, who had backed away from the tank. “Can you talk to him for me?” “… do I have to?” he looked at me, blonde hair swaying in his face. “If you don’t, I will have to tell Francis that you aren’t human and that you attacked me earlier.” There was a silence, and a low growl emitted from his throat. He stepped forward, barely making eye contact with the tank. He was actually scared of it, but he must have known something I did not. “Fine.” He spoke, English rich with an accent. “Ask him his name.”
Hunter Grey
I played along with the girl, pursing my lips, not wanting to associate with this beast. “She is asking your name.” I growled to him in a tone he would understand, making sure that I was in a position that if he swung at me that I would not fly off the edge, even though I could make the fall if the blow did not turn my bones to dust. She seemed insistent on knowing, and her motives seemed foolish to me.
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Post by Francis on Mar 31, 2009 16:33:00 GMT -7
I continued around the corner, and stopped just out of eyesight of Zoey. I waited there for her with the other man. He was just standing there with his hands in his pockets. Looking around at the ceiling. What a unique individual.
Tank William
Astounded that the hunter was even talking to me, let alone her, I looked at him for a second. Shaking me head I grunted my name, making sure I got every syllable right. "Wil-yum" I grunted. It was a tough job to speak, even in my newly founded tongue. My jaw was gone, and I had found it strangely comforting. The hunter did not look infected, but his speak was definitely fluent. He had the scent of an infected, but he did not have the mania of one. Perhaps he was a unique breed? "Why could I not end up like you?" I grunted. "Why could I not end up something that did not force everyone to shit themselves with terror every time they see me?! This world has gone to hell, and I still drew the short straw.." My hands lay at my sides, and my head drooped.
Hunter Vici The crying sounded close, I looked over at the human and nodded to see if he wanted to move onward. He thought about it, and nodded back.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 31, 2009 16:38:06 GMT -7
Hunter Grey
After retorting back to him and seemingly putting him in a saddened state, I turned to the human. “William I believe his name is.” I repeated his answer with more of a human tone so she could understand. Why on earth would this thin want to be me? To be caught between humanity and insanity and still know it enough to want to choose between the two. Even though I knew I was quickly fading to the darkness; I would not be human much longer. Hell, I would rather live out the rest of my time as him, being able to do anything, completely improbable with a human body like mine. Now his body though… “Ask him how he ended up this way.” I growled at her in frustration and repeated her question to him and then turned back to her. “Can we please just move on? He obviously wants to be left alone.” She ignored me and continued looking at him. I sighed and waited for his response.
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Post by Francis on Mar 31, 2009 16:46:11 GMT -7
Tank William
I quickly thought to myself. I had no recollection of how I came to be this way. My thoughts quickly clouded into anger. Why could I not remember!? MY head began to ache, and I felt my muscles tense. My hands clenched closed, and My arms swung upwards into the air. Resting on my head, I began to scream. Roaring, the walls shook lightly. The girl had jumped back, afraid. the hunter had stood there like nothing had happened.
My body quickly calmed, i forced myself down. Breathing heavily, i fell back onto the ground with a loud "thud!". I was in pain, but why?! Perhaps it was just mental. Was I losing it?!
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Post by Zoey on Mar 31, 2009 16:52:06 GMT -7
I had wanted to help, but I was beginning to think that it was not a good idea. He was getting angrier and I didn’t know why. I had reflexively reached for my pistol but I did not draw it. I just stood, unmoving, watching him. Grey had yet to move, standing there cool, body tilted at a slight angle. If anything he seemed more annoyed.
Witch Elizabeth
Looking down at my blood covered hands I shivered, continuing to sob. I couldn’t stop… I could not repent and I could not revert things back to the way they were. I was different now, and I just wanted to be left alone. Letting out another wail I bent over, still on my knees, burying my eyes in my hands, smearing the blood all over my face. I was unaware of anything near me, lost in my own mind. Lost in what it was like to lose everything and have it replayed in my head over and over again. I was in agony…
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Post by Francis on Mar 31, 2009 17:17:35 GMT -7
Tank William
My whole world was gone. I remember it all. My family, my mother, my father, my brother, my.. I stopped my thought there. Jennifer. I had been too late to save her. She was gone, and I would never get to see her again.. Before I knew what was going on, I had grabbed Zoey by the collar, and pulled her in close. Where the angry face I had always had was, was now a crying face. I did not know I could cry. Perhaps I was not crying, perhaps I had no tears. But what were these drops coming from my eyes? Grunting repeatidly, I could not tell if she could understand me.. "K-Kill me! PLEASE!!" I begged her to end me, end my suffering. I had wandered around in pain for so long. I wanted to be free.
Francis
The crying was getting closer. The man I was walking with seemed uneasy. Like he did not want to find whoever was crying.
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Post by Kass on Apr 4, 2009 1:27:31 GMT -7
I was in our old house. My brother was home from school, no doubt playing video games. My Mom was baking a pie in the kitchen. I could smell the apples from down the hall and felt my stomach growl in anticipation. I tripped over Steven's shoe and cursed at him. I could hear him laugh from somewhere in the living room. As I near where he should be, I realize there is no one there. The couch is abandoned. The TV is cracked. Blood is on the ground along with scattered debris. I feel my heart beating faster as I run towards the kitchen. I call out my Mom's name. Still smelling the apples. I halt in the doorway, seeing nothing but decaying flesh. I hear growls and groans behind me. I don't even bother turning. I let them grab me. I let them take me under.
When I wake up, I realize I've managed to bury my face in the crook of Paul's neck. I feel myself quivering and somehow I know he's hesitating. Not sure what step to take next. I look up into his eyes, pleading with him to stop it. His lips are so close...
I need to remember the good.
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Post by Paul on Apr 6, 2009 4:47:20 GMT -7
When I looked at her now, I saw all I needed to. The when, the what, the why, and the how. She was on the verge, and what I did next would unleash a horrendous chain of events.
I will die anyway.
I brought my lips to hers, feeling a wave of warmth rush through every part of me. She seemed surprised, but does nothing. Hoping to find it, I let her embrace it, buying time to see if it would come back. It did not, as I expected. It was bliss, but it faded. Slowly, I part away from her. Her face was flushed and she quickly looked down. Embarrassment?
I picked her chin up with my thumb and finger until our eyes met. Tears began to form. I gave her a sad smile, and said the only thing that felt right. "Kass, we just try to forget," This was......"and try to make it through."
Gods...
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Post by Zoey on Apr 6, 2009 18:07:04 GMT -7
When he touched me I nearly screamed in fright; I managed to hold my tongue, purely out of luck. He was growling and moaning, looking very saddened, even in his mutated form. I glanced back at Grey and he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I suggest we leave before he gets angrier.” He spoke quietly. The muscles around me tensed as the beast starred at me, his breathing like a huge base in my ear, pulsing through my body. I squirmed free and backed away from him and carefully took small steps to the left, towards where Francis had gone. There were no zombies in the vicinity, most likely scared off by the beast, but I was not about to turn around now. I ran, with almost desperation to catch up to Francis.
He was not far ahead, walking slowly with his weapon draw. I pulled out my pistol as I bumped my arm to his, letting him know I was there without words. I heard crying up ahead… and the closer we got the more menacing the air became. Francis and I did not look at each other, the hunters hanging back with a seemingly less intention to run in to what was up ahead. The safe room had to be close…
I reached in to my pocket, remembering what I had pulled out earlier and silently swore. In the tussle with the tank, I had accidentally dropped my fathers medicine, the one I had used to cure Francis… and ironically, the only few good vials out of the batch that killed millions… and helped cause the infection; a drug that had originally been tested as experimental, performance enhancing steroids. I doubted the tank knew what to do with them, and decided to leave them behind. I didn’t want to back track now.
Hunter Grey
Now reunited with the rest of the group I looked at my brother wince from the wailing up ahead; first, a tank and now one of these? God, these humans were nothing but trouble! Hanging around them was a death wish, but I was less interested in them, and more interested in something else. I hid a smirk in my hair and wondered about how the rest of the world looked; was it also in chaos like my heart?
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