Erik
Horde
Smilie Face.
No, you don't win.
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Post by Erik on May 4, 2009 22:36:56 GMT -7
Trembling, not knowing if I have a grip on myself or not, I lift my head up slightly, staring at Joey yet again, knowing full well that I would never forgive myself for letting my anger get the best of me. My eyes glance over at Kass and yet another stranger, seeing him holding her, letting out a sigh, just now noticing how empty the room is. I lift my head a bit more, looking around, seeing that it's just the four of us in the room, wondering where the other two had went. I look around, noticing the second red, steel door is open, slowly standing up, making my way towards Kass and whoever this new person might be.
"Kass, we need to go, I think they went through that door over there," my mind telling me she's not listening, that she's somewhere else. I look at the stranger, trying to show no emotion on my face, hiding the fact that I know I still don't have a grip on myself as I try to figure out how he's going to act. "Here, you carry her, and I'll grab asshole over there and we'll make our way to the roof. Your dog will be fine following along, yeah?" He nods, not knowing if he's purposely trying to not make a noise or if there's something going on inside his head. I sigh, walking over to Joey's slumping body, picking him up by the waist before I toss him over my shoulder, catching myself glancing at Kass once more before picking up my gun, nodding at the stranger, facing the doorway before walking into the hallway, making our way to the roof.
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Kass
Smoker
Rhi is Sexy.
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Post by Kass on May 4, 2009 22:49:03 GMT -7
I feel myself being picked up and carried. My mind is floating and I feel the tears roll down my cheeks. I'm breaking. I've been trying to fix... And I can't. I can't fix any of them. I can't fix anything. They all chip and rot away.
I think of my parents then of Steven's eyes then they turn to Paul's and I want all of this to go away.
I mumble his name. Knowing he's wandered off. That he's not where he should be. That I don't have the energy to save him now. That they have to. Because they're so much stronger than I am at the moment.
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Paul
Boomer
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Post by Paul on May 5, 2009 5:28:23 GMT -7
"A shame." I said, sitting on the empty window sill behind Zoey. She turned violently and met my eyes. Frightened as she was I paid no attention to it. I still stared at the man, now dead in a pool of his blood by her hands. A shame, really. "Where are we?" I finally ask. "Zoey, what has ha-" She slaps me. Hard. It was loud, and sounded like a decent blow, but I felt nothing. Anger now took her. She stared at me for a time before she finally spoke.
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Post by Zoey on May 5, 2009 9:27:11 GMT -7
Paul was here... the others were not. He sat there so carefree, so amazingly unaffected now. Even though I knew in the depth of those eyes that he was in more pain than anyone. So much pain and sorrow in one body.
I hated it. I hated him. I was a dirty, filthy, liar.
When I hit him it was like all of the emotion sliding out of me at once, and it left me feeling even more upset than before. Perhaps I wanted him to hit me, for being a foolish, silly girl. I just starred at those eyes. They entranced, and they swallowed whole. I continued to look even as my mouth spoke before my mind had time to think. “Paul... will you h-“ I stopped, shaking my head. What was I doing? This was neither the time nor the place. I moved my hand to his cheek, wanting to slap him again but moving much too slow for it. I ended up just placing my palm against the red mark I left previously. Swallowing hard I moved my face closer to his, barely inches away, our eyes locking once more. Had my eyes even left his? I stopped when I could feel his hot breath on my lips. Yes, he was still human... and sometimes this was the only way we could know. Clearing that from my mind so my voice would not shake, I spoke.
“The helicopter is coming... rescue is coming. We just have to hold out for a little longer...” I could hear the zombies closing in on us, their screams bellowing in the cold night. Even god above could not settle the beating of my heart now.
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Erik
Horde
Smilie Face.
No, you don't win.
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Post by Erik on May 5, 2009 10:32:40 GMT -7
We move quickly, trying to stay in the darkness, the howls and moans of infected becoming louder as we run down the hallway. None of us make a noise, except for Joey's wheezing, my mind telling me it's not the time and place to be thinking about what I did. We turn a corner, finding an empty elevator shaft, seeing the ladder ahead, a small group of infected surrounding it. I let out a sigh, wondering how the fuck we were going to get across with him being unconscious and her slipping into a dark place.
I slump Joey's body against the wall, feeling emotions and thoughts tugging at me, turning towards the stranger carrying Kass. I walk over, his arms seeming reluctant to do the same I did for Joey, concern completely taking over. I lean down in front of her, brushing her hair out of her eyes, looking into them but finding nothing, the emotionless expression on her pretty face scaring me. "Kass, snap out of it," I whisper, hoping she can hear me, hoping that she hasn't been sucked so far deep into whatever trance she's in. Over and over and over again I whisper that, softer each time, letting out a sigh. What do I do, what could I do to get her out of this?
I lean in, pressing my lips against her forehead, kissing it lightly, gently, holding back so many temptations, not caring about anything else happening around me and her. "Please snap out of it Kass, please." Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She continues to slump there, her eyes barely showing a battle raging inside her head, but no expression whatsoever. I let out a heavy sigh, finding anger for Paul brewing deep inside my head, pressing my forehead against Kass's gently, not knowing what to do anymore, feeling emotions taking over my actions.
"God damn it Kass," I whisper, finding my lips inching closer to hers, everything just completely slipping away from around us, not even feeling like we're in this hell hole of a hospital. My lips brush against hers, feeling like she needs this, that this will help her out of her trance, my mind telling me otherwise. I press them against hers, closing my eyes, kissing her softly, hoping. Hoping.
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Paul
Boomer
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Post by Paul on May 5, 2009 13:26:22 GMT -7
Something new. Learning was always a lovely experience, especially now. There was a spark behind her eyes. It made me curious. But there was no time for that.
"And what of the others?" I remembered Kass and Francis and the stranger. There were not around now. "Still in there..." she mumbled, throwing her hand towards nothing as she went to her things. I cast a glance in the direction before sliding my revolver out of its holster. The undead were drawing now. I could hear there footsteps, a flood of cries and clammerings. Checking the cylinder, I spin it and slap it back in. ".....hold out for a little longer...."
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Post by Zoey on May 5, 2009 13:42:00 GMT -7
I pulled back from him, casting my eyes to the floor as I grabbed my shotgun once again. The metal was cold in my hands, the weight of it much more overbearing. The others... they had to be following... right? Yes... yes they would be here by the time the chopper came. “Five minutes-“ The voice rang static through the worn out radio. I walked up to the double closed doors which banging was heard behind. Raising my shotgun to the door I looked back at him, sitting there so casually, holding that revolver. “If we live through this...” the cried were nearly deafening in my ears, “Then maybe I will get a chance to discover some things...” I would have liked to spend some more time alone with this man... but as it were now, it would not have been possible.
Firing the shotgun I blasted a huge hole in the door, zombie brains and limbs flying all over the pavement. Still, they came. Using the door as a shield, I continued to blast through them, the doors creaking under the weight of bodies.
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Post by Shale Salot on May 5, 2009 14:32:59 GMT -7
I gritted my teeth, physically restraining myself from pulling the stranger away from Kass. No matter how much it hurt to see him kissing her, i understood his intentions. Minutes passed before he sighed and looked up at me. "I don't know how we're going to get across with both of our comrades....incapacitated." he said. I sidled forward and examined the elevator shaft. I noticed a grate that looked a bit loose. I looked at the stranger and told him to ready his gun, because this would certainly alert our zombie friends. He nodded and took aim.
I took a few steps back, then ran forward and kicked out the grate. It flew across the small room, striking an unlucky infected on the other side and knocking him down the elevator shaft. The stranger downed the other zombies quickly, his aim superb. I returned to Kass and lifted her into my arms. I waited for the stranger to pick up the unconscious one, then crouched through the opening, Tucker following close behind. We emerged on a small catwalk that ran around the elevator shaft. We quickly skirted the drop and reached the ladder. I looked at Kass, Tucker and the man slung over the strangers shoulder in turn. A small smile pulled at my lips as i turned to the stranger and muttered, "Looks like we're going to have to make two trips."
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Post by Francis on May 5, 2009 15:34:06 GMT -7
It was cloudy outside. The darkened sky was ominous. It gave away a hint, that tonight was going to be a dark hour. I crossed down the backside of the helicopter pad. Examining for any stray infected. We didn't want anything getting in the way of our escape. A dark room sat below the pad. I examined it, but saw nothing. That was, until the Orange eyes appeared.
Before I knew what had happened, I was on my back. Sitting on my chest, was Vici. He had his legs straddled across mine, and he was grinning. "You, are mine." He cackled. "You've got to be kidding me." I groaned at him. His collar was quickly ripped upward. My momentum carried him off his feet. He dangled there as I held him out at arms reach. He looked at me, with the eyes of a sick puppy. A...dead...sick... puppy..? His grin returned once again, as he swiped for my face. Nearly missing by an inch, he kicked his feet off my chest and landed on the ground in front of me. Leaping again in my direction. His momentum was his only problem. Side stepping his silly jump, he bounded past me. With a little momentum from a shotgun blast to his rear, he soared off the ledge. All was quiet for a second. My pace returned to looking around the area. As I turned my back to the ledge, I hear the scraping of metal. Quickly turning to look behind me, I barely dodge the infected bullet, as he lept from the ledge, into the spot I had previously been. His leg was bleeding massively. His claws had gotten longer. His eyes, a solid gold. The infection had taken full hold. Perhaps it was the need to survive that put him into high gear, perhaps it was just his time? Whatever it was, he was a threat now. His leaps were quick and fearless. His timing was almost perfect. My dodging was tiring me. My adrenaline was starting to kick in, and I could feel myself growing angry. First over my head, barely ducking. Then to my left, a roll to my right would suffice. Jumping his low dive, then another left. Now a right, NO!.. I was wrong... His claws hit directly in my chest. He clung to me like a magnet. IT... hurt..... His eyes looked up at me. Solid gold. No retina, no pupil. All I saw was those solid jewels of death. Staring directly into my heart. Begging to feel it beat between his teeth. A quick hop was all he needed to drop kick me in the chest. I felt my body fly a good 50 feet, and land next to Zoey. Her eyes got wide, as she stuttered. "F-Francis?!" I had landed near her. Flying from across the rooftop. Quickly standing to my feet, I dust myself off. Rolling up my sleeves, I strut back off into the darkness.
A few seconds later, I emerge. My shirt was torn in a few places. Revealing torn flesh, and muscle. I was out of breath. I stood there in the light of this room, and stared at them both. Then, came the rain. Such a downpour was magic to my skin. Cooling the blood, and washing it off of my injured body. The downpour hardened. Making the rooftops drenched. A large crack of lightning, and behind me. A good 30 feet away. Stood the tank.
For a few seconds, my eyes met his. A stare down of epic proportions. The rain crashing against out bare skins. Our breathing heavy, our bodies chests moving in and out as we breathe in sync. His eyes glowed of crimson, and my anger did as well. Paul stared in astonishment as the picture came together. "This should be interesting.." Was all he could muster, before Francis and the beast took off into full sprint at each other.
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Kass
Smoker
Rhi is Sexy.
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Post by Kass on May 6, 2009 9:38:35 GMT -7
"You're doing it wrong you know." "Steven! SHUT. UP." His head tilts back and he laughs and watches through eyes crinkled at the sides. I die. As usual. I hold the controller out to him and hang my head in mock defeat. He laughs even harder. I look up at him, hair falling in my face, and give him my patented "you suck" glare. He shakes his head and smiles "Do it again, Kass. You're only going to fail if you stop trying." I restart the level and stick my tongue out at him. "I need tea." "Then go get it." "Can't. My eyes are glued to the TV. Video Game Goddess desires tea. Go my minion!" "You do realize that you owe me right?" "Be off with you." I'm holding back the laughter in my voice but just barely. "You suck, Kass." Once he's out of sight I let myself giggle, my shoulders shaking a bit as I try to concentrate on what's in front of me.
He's in the hospital. Something about some kind of accident at work. He fell or something fell. The details aren't important right now. All that matters is him. And I'm running though the halls, murmuring apologies whenever I bump into someone. I find his room and my heart is in my chest. There's flowers already and I know it's Mom and Dad's doing. "Steven?" I walk through the door and approach his bedside, noticing that he's completely out of it. More than likely the work of painkillers. "Steven." His leg is in a cast and is propped up. One of his arms is wrapped up and there are several cuts I can see. I want to cry a little bit but I hold his hand in mine, gently squeezing it. "Can't leave you alone for five hours can I? Accident prone brother." I stay beside him as he slumbers, waiting for him to wake up.
This is different. There's nothing but mist around me and I'm a little bit scared. Wasn't I supposed to be somewhere doing something? Something about a dog. And finding someone. A figure walks out, I can tell it's him just by his gait. He approaches me and smiles. "Long time no see huh?" "You're..." "I am. You're not." His arms wrap me in an embrace. "What are you doing here Kass?" I bury my face in his shirt and start to cry. "I don't know. I don't know!" "You're not supposed to be here. Not that I mind it because I've missed you...But..." "I can't take it. I can't take all of this." "Then do what you have to in order to stop it." "I don't know if I can." I'm sobbing now, my fingers clutching his shirt. "You can do anything. I'm right here. I'm always here." He pulls away, wiping off a couple of tears and smiles gently at me. "You have to go little sister. There are a couple of men waiting for you to wake up." "But you...What about you? I don't want to leave!" He gives me one last hug and smiles over his shoulder as he walks away "Say hi to Shale for me." Everything goes dark then white then grey. "Looks like we're going to have to make two trips."
Voices.
I blink once, twice and mutter "Not quite."
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Post by Zoey on May 6, 2009 10:38:56 GMT -7
The ground shook uncontrollably under my feet and I had to brace myself against the wall to remain standing. Francis was going to take on that thing by himself... because he thought he could... because of the drugs. I screamed out for him to stop but it fell to deaf ears. The rain was so loud, and he would not be able to hear me. I could not involve myself either, for my shots could hit Francis. The helicopter was so close, all we needed to do was get rid of this monster.
I turn away from the front doors and run back to the locker, tossing ammunition in to my bag. “We’re going to make it out of here...” I looked up at Paul, gritting back tears. He turned to look back but I looked away. Picking up the shotgun once more I walked back to the doors, Francis and the tank just one giant ball of flesh and power. Behind the rain I could hear the chopper nearing, the deep thuds of the rotating blades. The helicopter pad is just beyond Francis and the tank. We needed to swing around.
Without checking if Paul was behind me I bolted from the front doors left, holding my weapon in front of me and blasting anything that dared to get in my way. Around a building I turned and kept running, below the tall structure we had appeared out of when we climbed the ladder from the safe room. I heard footsteps, but was unsure of who they belonged too. I cleared out the remaining zombies who were soaking their rotten flesh in the rain, climbing up on to the helicopter pad just as a block of concrete flew over my head, debris from the fight going on further down. In this rain, I couldn’t tell who was winning.
I wondered where the rest of them were, the others that I had left behind in the safe room. The zombies surrounded me very quickly in the open, and as their clawed hands grabbed at me, all I could do was try and beat them off with my gun. Even as they ripped at my flesh, I held back my cries and continued to try and push forward.
Surrounded by zombies and trying to throw them off in the middle of the helicopter pad, the big ‘H’ painted large and noticeable, my skin numbed by the beating rain, I screamed.
“Everyone! The chopper is here! GET OUT HERE NOW!”
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Post by Francis on May 6, 2009 11:11:07 GMT -7
My struggle began from the start of the fight. Such a large monster. His first attempt to kill me, started with him flailing his arms wildly at me. He was powerful, but slow. Dodging his fists quite easily I made sure that I had the upper hand at all times. He attempted to smash me into the ground, I rolled out of the way quickly. Jumping onto his back, he spun around, trying to grab me, and throw me off. He bucked wildly, jumping and swinging my arms. He dropped a knee to the ground, and charged into a building. I jumped off backwards, and laughed as the concrete collapsed around him. From inside the building bounced quite a few pipe bombs. An idea popped into my head. Grabbing about 8 pipe bombs, I took a hair tie that I had stole from Zoey earlier. I wrapped them all together, and tied the tie around them. Making a nice bomb. I held my device behind my back, and taunted the tank. Urging him on. "Come on, show me what you got big man!" The taunt had succeeded. He rushed me so quickly, that I had to jump to dodge him. I hid around behind a building before he could turn and look for me. He came stomping around the corner, looking for his kill. Meanwhile, I was above him, looking for an opening. I spotted it. About 4 inches long, was a cut on his torn pants. The only article of clothing still on his ripped body, it was also his problem. Jumping down from my spot, I jammed the bomb into his neat little torn strap. The bomb lodged itself into this cut, and held tight. Jumping back, I lit a molotov carefully. The rain kept putting my lighter out. If I could just get the molotov lit, I could burn him down. Diving through a window, I found myself inside, and dry. Quickly lighting the molotov I held it near my face. The tank broke the window down, and charged me yet again. His relentless offense finally was going to kill him. The molotov gripped firmly in my hand, I chucked it at his face. He engulfed into flames, but it didn't slow him down. I ran as fast as I could towards the chopper pad. As he chased me out into the rain, I saw the fire diminishing. Looking for a sign of hope, I saw it. Small sparks emanating from his leg, as well as a familar sound of hundreds of beeps. The tank stopped, and examined the vibration in his pocket. He had no time to reach for it, let alone react. The rooftop shook in such a violent way, the explosion was enough to send me flying, almost over the edge. My fingers grabbed the edge of the pad, and I pulled myself up onto it again. Gasping, heaving, bleeding, tired... I couldn't feel a thing. My arms hurt, and my chest was on fire. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looked up into the eyes of Zoey. She was in a rush, and I knew that I had no time to waste. I stood up, my shirt nearly gone from my body. My pants torn in many places. I heard the familiar sounds of chopper blades.
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Erik
Horde
Smilie Face.
No, you don't win.
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Post by Erik on May 6, 2009 20:16:09 GMT -7
"Not quite." She was awake now, a small smile appearing on my face as I glance over at her before disappearing just as fast, her expression prompting concern in my mind once again. But she was awake now, that's all that mattered. I shake Joey a bit, wanting him to wake up, not knowing if I could carry him up the ladder, before stopping, realizing that I'm only making his injuries worse, his wheezing sounding slightly worse.
My glance instantly shifts up the ladder towards the top as I hear a scream, sounding like a girl. "...here now!" I look at this stranger standing beside me, watching as he lets Kass out of his arms, a shimmer in her eyes as she also glances up the ladder, seeing her lips move but the sound of her voice being covered up by what sounded like an explosion, followed by the building violently shaking. I move closer to them, looking at her, going "What do I do with Joey here?" I didn't want to leave him behind, no, that would make me lose myself even further.
She looks at me, our eyes connecting for a split second, finding myself admiring the color of her pale green eyes. I feel thoughts building in my head again, shifting my eyes elsewhere to prevent them from taking over, feeling Joey jerk slightly on my shoulder. I set him down on the ground, glancing at Kass and the stranger again before nodding at the ladder, wanting them to go on, expecting a violent awakening from Joey. She stares at me for a couple of seconds before gripping the ladder, reluctantly it seems, pulling herself up it quickly, followed by him and his dog.
I turn towards Joey, gripping my gun tighter, seeing him stir, his eyes opening slowly. He sits up, coughing up some more blood, before looking at me, anger flaring in his eyes. "Shit," I mumble under my breath, the sound of a chopper roaring above.
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Rogen
Horde
Penis
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Post by Rogen on May 6, 2009 21:20:11 GMT -7
Joey grutns a bit, glaring up at Erik. Joey hadn't minded being knocked out, especially by a more muscled guy, it made sense. But for this knock of a boy to beat the living shit out of him, that was more than he cared to admit to happen. Joey coughed up more blood wincing at the pain as he slowly guided himself up the wall, "Ya know... I hate people like you..." He said in a wheezy, but all the cockier voice.
"Fragile people... weak... people." he smirked, standing as straight up as he could, he was in obvious pain, but ignored it. Something in his eyes... they, almost seemed to glow... and somethign about him... stunk. Not the lack of a shower, not sweat... death. He grinned, and a breath seeped through his clenched teeth. I smelled like rotting fruit. Joey turned and spat, thick, clottagous blood splatting to the ground, "Now... would you like to kneel before me and take the bullet, or would you prefer to go out with some dignity?" He offered, saliva slipping down his lip and splatting to the floor.
Was Joey overly hungry... or was Erik his meal? Who knew what was going on in the over-abused mind. But before another thought could be passed between the two, Joey whipped out his gun aiming haphazardly at Erik and firing off two shots, one missing by a long.... shot... the other finding a new warm, fleshy, home in Erik's side. A manical laugh of a classical madman errupted from Joey, his eyes wide, a grin played across his face as he drifted more into his pit of insanity.
The quiet, synical, plotting, Joey was lost. All that remained was a maddened shell of a brilliant boy... and death.
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Erik
Horde
Smilie Face.
No, you don't win.
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Post by Erik on May 6, 2009 21:41:54 GMT -7
The gun shifted in his hand, my eyes watching as two bullets shot out of it, his aim obviously not steady as the first missed completely, time seemingly slowing as my eyes locked on the second one, watching it hit and rip through the side of my shirt, blood seeping out almost instantly, staining the fabric I had worn for so long now. I gritted my teeth, feeling an incredible stinging pain raging throughout my whole body, yet another wound to add to my collection, my legs telling me to drop, but my mind refusing. I shifted my eyes back at him, staring at his face as the grin was seemingly wiped from his face, not the reaction he was expecting.
I stood, as unbearable as it was, and took the pain, feeling a boiling pressure under my skin, my eyes shifting to a glare as a smirk comes across my face. "Big mistake." I move my arm, aiming my gun directly at his forehead, wanting to pull the trigger so badly, wanting to end this bastards life.
No, what's happening to me? What am I becoming? I shift the gun down towards the ground, my expression showing the battle raging inside my head, anger and fear and confusion seemingly taking over my mind, not knowing what to do. I stand there, blankly staring at Joey, my grip on the gun in my hand loosening and tightening over and over again, finding my vision becoming more and more blurry.
I close my eyes and snap them open, the smirk returning on my face, raising the gun again, nothing but rage filling my system. I move towards him, seeing his eyes focused on the barrel pressed against his forehead, the smirk widening as I move my foot at his legs, causing him to drop to his knees, hard. I press my finger against the trigger, preparing to pull it, preparing to end this useless waste of a human being's life, wanting to see the fear in his eyes before his blood splatters against the ladder.
"Rot in hell Joey."
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