Rogen
Horde
Penis
Posts: 48
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Post by Rogen on May 6, 2009 21:54:27 GMT -7
Joey wasn't scared. He wasn't terrified, death came sooner or later. He was just stunned. All reason showed this boy should've fallen down, mentally weakened from this ordeal he had been facing. Why was it not happening? He soon began to glare, then smirk once more, "Good move..." he replied, suddenly rearing up and lunging forward at Erik. He was an inch from clawing at the boy's face when he felt a sudden coldness about him.
Joey fell back on his ass, placing his hand at his chest, and pulling back a dark, almost black, fluid. His vision was blurring, things were starting to blacken. His voice was lost. His breathes grew shallow. He gave a small smirk, before the look of terror, true terror, struck him like a mallet. He reaches up shakily, grabbing the railing next to the elevator main shaft. It creaks. He blood on his hand causes him to slip mid-stand. The weight of his body colliding with the rail... silently, almost, the rail snaps...
Joey goes with it... falling into the darkness as he closes his eyes... a short time later a thud can be heard from deep in the shaft, followed by the yells of hungry zombies...
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Erik
Horde
Smilie Face.
No, you don't win.
Posts: 44
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Post by Erik on May 6, 2009 22:35:01 GMT -7
A thud. That's it, just a thud, and it's over. A life gone. I take a deep breath and exhale it just as quickly, pushing back everything in my head and focusing on getting to the roof, to get back to Kass and get the hell out of here. I grip the ladder, pulling myself up, the pain in my side and arms and back and everywhere slowing me down, but I push on. Top of the first ladder, my arms just feeling like they're about to completely give out, pushing that feeling to the back of my head as I turn, gripping the second ladder quickly as I pull myself up.
I reach the roof, looking around, seeing the stranger, Kass, and that dog moving towards the landing pad, my eyes glancing around, seeing that girl and guy from the safe room earlier running towards the landing pad, both seeming to get away from something horrible. Was that what that explosion was earlier? I grip my gun tightly, looking back at Kass and the stranger, moving towards them, towards the helicopter, losing grip on my focus, my vision going blurry before I shake it off.
"I love you," she says, her hair blowing in the wind gently. No, no nonono, not right now, not when I'm about to get out of here. "Erik, what's wrong?" Puddles splash beneath my feet, the rain drenching my clothes, keeping my eyes locked on her, locked on Kass, inching closer and closer. The hum of the chopper's blades becoming louder and louder. This was it. I'm free from this hell.
I'm free.
"Erik?" I glance up, finding her eyes, seeing that she's scared. "Hmm? What's wrong?" I ask her in a soft whisper, standing up slowly, wrapping my arms around her. "Him." Again? I sighed, kissing her forehead before pulling away from her, turning, walking towards the closet. "No, Erik, please, don't." Her voice trembled, her hands shaking, tears freely rolling down her face. I turn my head and look at her, feeling a slight frown on my face. "I'm tired of this shit from him, I'm tired of him hurting you. He had his chance, he needs to move the fuck on." It wasn't even a whisper, it was like I was mumbling to myself under my breath, but she still heard it. "Please, Erik, no. Stay here with me, don't leave."
"No, I need to deal with him. I'll be back in a bit." My body felt light, not knowing where I was anymore, the hum of the chopper seemingly distant now, feeling my hands and face pressed against cold, wet concrete, my mind racing with thoughts, memories, everything. I pushed myself up, my hearing coming back slowly, hearing footsteps, water splashing, voices. "Shit...bleeding, bad...his arm, lift..." I looked around me, feeling my arms being slung over shoulders, the sensation of the pouring rain coming back, my eyes finding nothing but blurry faces.
I felt myself being slumped against something, something metal, cold, but what it was wouldn't come to my mind. "Erik." I hear my name, the voice so familiar, yet so distant. Something touches my hand, something warm, my eyes moving to see what it was, but my head refusing to move. "Erik, please." That hum was coming back, that annoying hum, why does that noise have to be here, now?
"Erik."
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Paul
Boomer
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Post by Paul on May 7, 2009 6:30:15 GMT -7
The helicopter arrived.
I was not sure what to think then. Was it this easy? It never is, never was. No one ever got out of something as easily as this. Though opportunity did present itself. All of them were ahead of me now. Wait, who was that? Two new people?
One of them fell and the others grabbed him and layed him in. Time was running short, they were all waiting for me. Reality slammed back as I heard a vicious wave of cries. The undead were coming after me, after us.
I broke out into a dead run towards the helicopter. I could feel the hordes at my heels. Some of them raced past me towards my goal at the others. I wasted no time in gunning them down. Then it shifted, preparing to fly off. With all the last of my strength I pushed onward up the ramp to the edge of the pad and jumped towards it.
I held my breath.
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Post by Zoey on May 7, 2009 9:02:58 GMT -7
Everyone was here now except Paul, the metal bird so very overcrowded, the pilot yelling at us but it fell to deaf ears. We all screamed for our comrade. Everything happened so quickly, one moment he was surrounded by infected the next he ran quicker than I had seen anyone run. The chopper jolted, Paul jumped. It was like slow motion, my mind running so quickly, seeing so many things at once. The beating rain on the concrete, the screaming mutilated infected, Paul’s eyes as they grew wider after knowing he would not possibly make it... and his hand reaching out to us.
I made such a quick movement that it felt I had left my heart behind. I reached out of the chopper for those hands, and grabbed them tightly. I would have plummeted to my grey death, but something saved me, saved us.
Those big, burly arms wrapped around my waist. Francis.
I starred at Paul as we dangled from the chopper, my tears falling on his face but yet lost in the rain. Francis pulled us up and I finally let go of his hands, shaking my head. I attempted to sit away from the others, and starred out in to the grey as Mercy Hospital... my childhood... faded from sight.
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Kass
Smoker
Rhi is Sexy.
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Post by Kass on May 7, 2009 9:17:58 GMT -7
I still can't believe that Joey actually shot Erik. Any thoughts of harming him in the afterlife are replaced with those of concern. The wound is nicely bandaged but I still can't help but to look into his eyes. I manage a small smile and he returns it but there's something else. Something that I can't quite remember but I know he did while I was "out". I look over at Shale and smile as well, gently squeezing his hand for a moment before petting Tucker. The pup is worked up, but considering what we've been through it's no surprise. I watch Zoey, isolating herself, as she stares out into the grey sky, wondering what's going through her mind at this moment. I don't have a read on Francis or Paul at the moment but I'm sure the former is concerned for Zoey while the latter is recovering from almost plummeting to his death. Everyone is here and accounted for. All of us making it through zombie Hell and I can't help but to let out that breath that I've been holding onto for so long. Yet there's this chill that runs up the back of my spine... Something's wrong.
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Erik
Horde
Smilie Face.
No, you don't win.
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Post by Erik on May 7, 2009 10:11:18 GMT -7
A smile. Everything but her pretty face, blurry. Such a calming effect, her eyes showing me her feelings of concern, but her expression showing otherwise. I smile back, weakly, this wound taking a bigger toll on me then I thought it would. She looks away, towards something I can't see clearly, as I let out a sigh, the battle in my head seemingly settling down. I close my eyes, albeit slowly, whispering "I'm free."
I stand there, leaning against the railing on the bridge, the bridge me and her stood many times before, looking at the reflections of the stars in the water below, tears freely rolling down my face. "Why did I leave?" I mumble to myself, the events of the night before repeating in my head. She begged me to stay, that he wasn't worth dealing with, but I didn't listen, and look what it caused. I moved my arm, lifting the flowers I have in my hand, lingering them over the bridge. "I miss you."
Something shook. My eyes flicker open, my vision still proving to be a bit blurry, glancing around at everyone. It shook again. "Shit," I whispered to myself, knowing this wouldn't end well.
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Post by Francis on May 7, 2009 11:17:45 GMT -7
I stood in the chopper, admiring the piloting that we were experiencing. I had saved Zoey and Paul not 20 seconds before. Both of which seemed very distraught at the moment. Lost in their own little worlds. I turned and gave Paul a smiling thumbs up. He seemed to notice, and nodded. Nevertheless, he continued to hang his head, and take deep breaths. Then came Zoey. I had risked saving her so many time before, I just react to instinct now. Her body had reached out to grab Paul, that she did not concern about her own safety.
I crossed the chopper, and knelt down behind Zoey. The poor girl, she was sitting on the ground facing a corner. I made it a point to let her know I was there. Wrapping my arms around her, and squeezing her close. Her head leaned back and looked into my eyes. She had been crying, and looked as though she may pass out at any moment. I could not help but think she was still cute. Despite all that everyone had been through, she still returned my caring stares with a kiss. My eyes closed, and I returned one as well. My thoughts drowning away into the noise of those chopper blades, and Zoeys caring embrace.
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Post by Zoey on May 7, 2009 13:01:03 GMT -7
We had been flying for nearly an hour, most of us in silence. The rain had stopped and only forests littered the ground. The helicopter shook violently for a moment, prompting the rest of us to hold on tightly. Astonishment before our eyes as the pilot screamed a bloody wail, and rose from his seat. Panic began but reaction was slow. The man turned around, covered in pus and blood and before our eyes transformed in to a mangled infected bastard. His skin peeled, his face rotted and melted and the bones in his hands broke and twisted about. Before any of us could pull a weapon, he lunged for Kass and slammed her in to the metal wall. Before he could raise his hands to dig deeply in to her flesh, Francis stood and grabbed the man, turned and punted him out of the metal bird. Before any of us could even register what happened, the chopper began spinning, sending all of us on to the floor in a big pile of flesh and sore muscle. “I hate helicopters! I hate pilots!” Francis moaned. “Someone, pilot this thing!” Erik shouted, wedged between the wall and a seat. Paul hopped up and swung himself in to the pilots’ chair, but went silent. He slowly turned to us, and held up the broken control panel. “Aw, FUC-“ Francis cussed but was cut off by the helicopter jolting furiously and then spinning erratically toward the forest. Everyone was screaming as we were thrown back and forth against each other, our vision blurred by the mass amount of movement.
I blacked out.
So much effort to survive... was going to end up like this?
No way...
(Continued in DEATH TOLL)
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