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Post by Zoey on May 7, 2009 13:06:17 GMT -7
I woke up freezing, my eyes glued shut. Was this death? Was his fingers wrapped around my flesh never to let go? I would look death in the face. I opened my eyes wide, and found death was merely just a blur that stung my eyes, a blue blur and something of an explosion that rocked me backwards. My body swayed, and I quickly realised that I was not in hell, but underneath water. My first instinct was to breathe, since my lungs cried out for air. I took a big gulp of water and regretted that decision. Squinting my eyes I looked around; no one. Above me, the surface glimmered clearly. So very close. I looked down, and saw a body sinking. Swimming towards it the figure became clear and even clearer when I grabbed his hand and yanked him up, swimming to the surface with him in tow. It was not Francis or Paul. It was Erik, a man I did not know from our group. I broke the surface then pulled him up, looking around at the chaos.
Our helicopter was half-sunk; the rest of it in flames, lighting up the dark night and shimmering across the water. I headed for shore, pulling the unconscious Erik with me and hoping the others were alright. After we reached shore, the others slowly trickled in. Francis carried Kass, Shale with the dog and Paul eventually came out of the watery abyss only to collapse on the ground beside the rest of us. We laid there silently a moment, defeated.
We had no weapons, no idea of where we were and no faith. We had worked so hard, trapped for months... and now we had to start all over again. Our emotions broke down, and we lay on that beach for days, even though the sky never faded from its eternal blackness.
And without any sort of preparation we began to move again, wandering through endless forest for weeks, coming in contact with zero sign of life, not even and infected to jump out and surprise us. These woods were as dead as our hearts felt. Two weeks past, we were barely surviving when we came upon a truck stop. Bodies were littered everywhere, human and infected alike. But the area was cleared by someone previous of any forms of movement. From there we stockpiled food, jacked a police car with weapons and headed out down a long highway.
No humans along the way, the odd infected straggler; quietness and death. We had barely talked since the crash.
After a few days of driving we came across that bridge, running out of gas as we did. Surrounded by trees on both sides, abandoned cars scattered all over... the familiar infected people stumbling around unable to regain their humanity. We were close to a town, to another escape.
We got out of the car.
Opening the trunk we all grabbed a weapon, choosing a pistol for myself since we were limited. We were professionals at killing by now; we all knew what had to be done... and so far we were strong enough to not put a bullet to our heads. Nearly two months we had all been together, still determined to survive.
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Post by Francis on May 7, 2009 14:08:07 GMT -7
We had spent so much time on the road. My usual complaining got old with everyone else. Boredom took over my mind. I needed something to do. To keep myself from going crazy. Everyone was so silent. The day our car ran out of gas, I groaned. Great, now I had to be bored, and I have to walk!
Slowly leaning out of the car, I began to hear infected. Just the norm, stragglers and the rest of the stupid ones. Stepping out of the car, I was giddy. Running around to the trunk to grab a weapon before we left this spot. My hand reached forward and found a pistol at the exact same time that Paul did. I picked it up and held it out to him. Pistols were not usually my thing. He already had a gun, but if he could hold two, then he would.
My shotgun was pushed way far in the back of the trunk. It was the same shotgun that I have had for years. It was precious to me, and I felt lost without it. Even in the presence of that more powerful shotgun, I still kept this one with me. I pulled the stock to my lips, and left a kiss on it. Showing my appreciation towards the killing machine.
As I looked over at the others, I noticed that they were looking at me funny. Everyone was staring at me, and I could see Zoey struggling not to laugh. I began to sensually make out with that same stock. Trying to lift the mood with the others. They were all so gloomy. We were in a tight spot, but for fucks sake! Quit being pessimistic. Licking the barrel up and down, I moaned in a sarcastic tone. Then pulling the gun away, I winked at Zoey, at Kass, and then Erik. He gave me the weirdest look of the 3. I just laughed and let the others grab their weapons.
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Post by Shale Salot on May 7, 2009 14:41:41 GMT -7
"Well, now that thats over..." I said, grinning at Francis. "...Maybe we should find out where the fuck we are." Everyone nodded in agreement, and Zoey said, "I heard the military was holding out in River side. Unless anyone has a better plan, i say we head there." I pulled back the bolt on my rifle, fed a magazine into the chamber and nodded at her.
"Alright then, lets do it."
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Post by Rogen on May 7, 2009 14:46:39 GMT -7
I can't stop crying... tears, they won't stop leaking from my eyes like a bad water pipe in ghetto projects New York. But I had to move now. He might still be alive... as treturous as that thought seemed, it stuck in me like the pain in my heart. The screams and cries of the infected had left my ears, and they now merely swayed about like drunken men and women, some half naked, other's without much resemblance of humanity. I hop off the rock and land with a small thud, wincing as a small pain shoots through my shins. As I stand, I find none of the infected even looking at me. I gulp and start quietly and slowly walking forward, sweat building on my body. I'm walking toward a tree, when I stop with a gasp...
One of these damned things had sluggishly slipped out from behind it, it's head turning up at me. Those eyes. Those horrid eyes. I felt fear breaking it's way through me like a virus. The creature slowly raises its lips in a growl, its eyes widdening. Then is screams. And all I can do is scream back. It lunges and swipes at me, I duck and bolt around it, remembering track. I had to run on the balls of my feet. Soon as I got around him, another was running at me in the fury they nearly always seemed to be in. I yell and slam against him, staying low and spinning around his body. Then I bolt....
I run, and run, and run, the beasts screaming their siren's call at me. I feel tears streaming down my face. I was going to end up like, him, I was going to end up like my brother. I was going to die! My heart is racing faster than normal, and my legs are still tired from my run before. I'm feeling hope, what little there was, dwindle, thinking I should just crack my skull into a tree and end it all. Then I hear it. Something being shut, several somethiens being shut.... it sounded like car doors!
Moments later, I can see it, a road. On that road are cars. And by one of those cars... people! My eyes nearly bulge from my skull, a smile spreading across my lips, "HEY!!!!" I shout, hitting the unexpected hill and crying out, rolling down haphazardly. I grunt, and quickly scamper to my feet, "Help! Hey! Hellllp!" I shout, waving a hand. Then Deja Vu...
Another of these creature slumps out from behind a tree. I'm going too fast to stop. We collide, falling down the ramp of the hill, rolling, and rolling some'more. I end up on my back, holding the thing by the shoulders as it tries to lunges its teeth into my flesh. Fear is gripping me. I'm paralyzed... frozen in time... I could only hope for their help now.
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Post by Erik on May 7, 2009 16:20:14 GMT -7
He winked at me, this man who's name I still didn't know, trying my best to hold back a smile as I cock an eyebrow at him, letting out a sigh. I turn back to the trunk, grabbing the pistol I had left that hell hole of a hospital with, gripping it loosely, feeling secure with it underneath my fingers, looking back up at everyone. My eyes glance at everyone, pausing on Kass, concern popping into my head as I noticed that she hasn't been the same since she went "out." I sigh again, looking back at the gun, noticing several drops of blood dried onto the barrel.
"HEY!!!" I turn towards the yelling, seeing a person in the distance...rolling? "What the hell?" I whisper, nodding my head at the commotion on the hill, seeing everyone look towards it. "HELLLLP!" Sure as hell convincing enough for me, I move towards Kass, leaning into her ear to whisper "Stay safe," not quite sure if everything would go right, nodding at the man content on making love with his shotgun before taking off towards the hill.
"Seriously?" I mumble to myself, seeing another survivor with an infected on top of him, trying to rip and bite into his flesh. I lift my hand, aiming my gun, pulling the trigger, the recoil moving my hand slightly as I watch the thing drop, right onto this new fellow, laughing quietly to myself as thoughts of him freaking the fuck out with such a thing on top of him appear in my head. I shake it off, walking towards him, seeing him push the damn thing over onto the dying grass, reaching out my free hand to pull him up.
"Looks like you're having some fun, aye?" His expression shows me that he's not at all appreciative at my piss poor joke, his hands patting down his worn clothes, his eyes hesitantly glancing away for a second before staring at me again. "Thanks," he whispers softly, his voice shaking a bit, his stance tense, feeling that his mind is rushing with thoughts. "No problem," I say, glancing over my shoulder towards the car, finding everyone still there. "Here, follow me." My legs start moving, my awareness picking up, feeling ready for anything that might jump out at us as we run back towards the car, panting as we reach the group, the almost healed wound in my side burning painfully. I lean against the side of the car, slumping down until I'm sitting, looking at Zoey, the girl who pulled me out of the water, asking her "What now?"
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Post by Zoey on May 7, 2009 20:09:53 GMT -7
I looked at the newcomer with a grin, the mood having lightened since our car ride. Tossing him an uzi I hoped he knew how to shoot, and then signalling with my gun the direction we were to take. “This road should take us in to town at the very least. Let’s get moving.” I paused, and then turned to Erik, “Are you going to be alright?” I asked, watching him flinch. Digging in to my bag I pulled out something and turned to him, placing three pills in his palm. “These will help with the pain. If we find a safe room out here I will patch you up properly.” I smiled a friendly smile at him, then turned and nodded to Paul and Francis.
“Alright, let’s go kill some zombie ass.”
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Post by Rogen on May 9, 2009 8:16:08 GMT -7
Bowed my head a bit, following the guy to the group, gasping as I was thrown a.... a gun!? I yelped as if my hands were on fire, bobbling the gun up and down like a hot potatoe, finally dropping it to the ground, hearing it clank. My cheeks turned ruby red for a moment, "I-uh... uhm...." I swallowed hard and bent over picking up the Uzi, holding it gingerly, like a pillow. "Never even held... ya know, a gun before..." I said softly I cheeks still red.
I swallowed hard again as I could feel a couple of them staring. I rubbed the arm the was holding the gun with my free hand, quirking my lips a bit. I felt stupid, this wasn't me, I was a passifist! I talked me way outta things... not destroyed them. My mind suddenly flashed to my brother, and I felt a pain in my chest. My grip tightened around the gun, but I wasn't really paying atttention. I could feel my eyes watering a bit and reached up, rubbing my sleeve along my eyes, not wanting to cry infront of so many people, people that had to count on me to help, even a little.
It was then that I realized I was trembling, and quickly took hold of myself, glancing up. A few were already following the girl that had been directing them. Some had followed but were looking back now. I blush again, and quickly follow suit, keeping my head down.
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Post by Zoey on May 17, 2009 15:00:51 GMT -7
Genevieve
Fear had taken over me. The fear of the darkness, the fear of the unknown. The fear of the sounds I hear just outside the cramped closet. How long had I been in here? A week, perhaps two... all I remembered was chaos and the emptiness of not knowing. Mothers smiling face as she left me in here, and never returned. I begged God for their safety, and mumbled my prayers. I barely ate, and mostly slept the time by. Fear kept me from leaving, my heart telling me no.
More sounds, awful sounds. Their origins were unknown, and the solution to them was to cover my ears and think of the teachings. Would God save me? Had I done something so terrible to be punished? Perhaps...
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Post by Erik on May 17, 2009 19:59:13 GMT -7
I sigh heavily, loosely holding the pistol, letting it move about in between my fingers with every step I take. I walk next to Kass, keeping pace with everyone else, her silence seemingly fitting the suddenly gloomy-mood that had overtaken the feel good one from earlier, shoving feelings of concern into the back of my head. We keep moving, my eyes glancing towards everyone's faces, finding rather blank expressions on everyone but Zoey, her eyes showing some heavy thoughts going on in her head.
I sigh again, turning my glance back ahead, hearing footsteps from behind us, the newcomer finally catching up with us. I glance back at him, letting a soft smile appear on my face before having it disappear just as quickly, finding my mind having to fend off thoughts of the past and concern, knowing full well that I wouldn't make it out if I lost whatever grip on reality I have again. Car after car after car we pass, finding nothing but scratched, dented and rusted metal, broken glass scattered on the ground around them, revealing how those poor, unfortunate people became infected.
I grip my gun a bit tighter, becoming a bit more aware as I shift my eyes, glancing around us, expecting to find something, to find a group of them waiting to pounce on us. Nothing. I let out another sigh, glancing forward yet again, walking towards the city, all of us being driven by hope, hope to find something that will take us out of this hell.
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Post by Francis on May 18, 2009 9:45:51 GMT -7
The atmosphere of the road was quite, only a couple of groans were heard from ahead. It was dark, except for random streetlights that illuminated the street with an eerie glow. A few infected were staring up into the luminescent glow. Staring like it were a god, and that they needed help.
My shotgun was light in my hands. My eyes set on the new guy. Slinging the gun over my shoulder, I shoved my free hand into my pocket. "It's not hard," I explained.
"Make sure you have your hand away from the trigger when you aren't shooting. Turn your safety off, point, aim, shoot. Shit dies." I got excited talking about shooting things. It was a fantasy I guess.
My glance turned over towards Erik, then to Zoey. I winked at her, and turned to look at the rest of the group. Kass was restless. So much on her mind. Zoey looked like she wanted to kill someone. Erik just looked dead. Paul looked emotionless, like always. This new guy? Looked like he was going to piss his pants.
I took a few steps, and put an arm around Kass, and then around Erik. "C'mon guys, lighten up. Do I have to make it awkward in this group? 'Cuz I will." I quickly walked over to Zoey, and gave her a gentle spank. I gave her a comforting hug, and gave her a kiss on her forehead. Smiling, I let her go, running my finger down her arm. I nodded towards Paul, and I strode over to the new guy. I showed him the way to hold his weapon. He didn't catch on. His hands always went to awkward places on the gun. I had to explain to him, that if he did it like that, the barrel could burn him. His finger wandered towards the trigger, as if he was trigger happy.
I ushered the group onwards. Everyone passed me, and I held up my position at the back, like old times.
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Post by Shale Salot on May 19, 2009 18:16:10 GMT -7
I grinned as Francis went around the group. My own mood was light, and i did not know why. What right did i have to be happy at a time like this? None at all, but i wasn't complaining. I nodded at the new guy as he sidled up towards me, holding his gun awkwardly and looking very white in the face. "I'm Shale. Whats up"? He looked at me and mumbled "I...i'm Rogen." I nodded. "Alright Rogen, welcome to our little family. I wont bother introducing everyone else, i'm sure you'll find out their names soon enough." I noticed he kept looking behind him, past Francis and at the trees. "I will tell you one thing though. That big guy behind you? Thats Francis. He's got your back. So keep your eyes on the trees beside and in front of you. Nothings gonna get you from behind while he's there...." He nodded and a bit of color returned to his face. I couldn't resist. I bent close to him and whispered quietly in his ear, "Except maybe Francis himself."
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Post by Kass on May 20, 2009 9:32:29 GMT -7
Concentrate. Concentrate. Why in the Hell is my mind so foggy right now? Why can't I pull myself together?
I see Erik's concerned gaze and can tell that Francis wants the mood to lighten.
I mean. What's there to be happy about? Our damn helicopter pilot was infected and now we're back to square one again.
But we're alive. I remember that. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse yet. But I won't give myself time to dwell on it. Not when there's stuff to do.
I cast a small smile at our new arrival and let myself fall back. Shale looks at me and for a moment, those blue eyes wash everything away. Francis looks content at the back of the group and I honestly feel a lot safer with him watching our backs.
The new guy's face has regained some of its color although he still looks nervous holding that gun. I manage to widen my smile and introduce myself
"I'm Kass. Nice to meet ya. Well...The circumstances could be a little bit better but you get the point."
He's soft spoken and it's a little endearing. "I'm Rogen."
I look over at Shale and grin. He smiles a bit in response and I can see curiousity flicker across his face. "What?" "Oh, nothing." I smile and walk away, hands behind my back and it's so very tempting to start whistling to myself.
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Post by Rogen on May 20, 2009 14:49:26 GMT -7
I feel so welcomed getting advice and help. Yet I feel like routine. Were they experts on apocolyptic survival or was I just the only one that didn't get the memo about the world ending? I try to smile but it comes off forced and weak. The gun isn't a burden but yet it feels like I'm carrying a damned Sun in my hand. The cold metal freezing my sweat to my skin, I can feel my body trambling, not quite sure if anyone else can tell.
I feel my finger twitching. This thing, this metallic mechanism of death, scared me but at the same time I felt curiosity creeping down my arm like the plague. I wanted to see it fire, explode.... kill. I begin drifting off, my legs moving of their own accord...
It's a dark, misty crevase, a hunched over figure with small savage movements, darkness enveloping his body. I don't wanna go any closer, but I feel myself compelled to do so, I had to see what it was doing. As I draw near the sounds of gnashing flesh and teeth can be heard. I can't tell what's going on, yet I secretly know what is happening. The beast turns, an arm in it's grasp, teeth yanking a strip of tender flesh from an arm, blood splattering to the ground and onto its face. I look beyond the beast, the shocked and awe eyes, the gaping mouth, the shirt, the blood, the color, the body.... my brother.
I'm panting, hands planted to the trunk of a car, sweat droplets falling off my face as if I'd just ran a mile. My arms are shaking. My eyes strained open, the smell of death is inhaled with each breath I take. I hear a groan. My eyes drift up, one of the lumbering beasts slowly turning around. I can't move. I galnce my vision to the left, finding the group has slowly moved on, probably figuring I'm trying to catch my breath. I turn forward againthe beast is facing me, upper lip trembling. It screams at me...
The next few moments go by like a movie without sound. My gun is aimed at the thing, haphazardly firing away, just holding the trigger, light blaring out like a bomb. I'm firing, and slowly the head is vanishing, then the arm, then the side... I hear a sound...
The clicking of the gun... it's empty... I fall on my ass, the weapon dropping as well. I'd been screaming too....
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Post by Francis on May 23, 2009 8:24:13 GMT -7
The gunfire behind me is normal. I was so accustomed to hearing gunfire in this group. It was as familiar as my own heartbeat. The screaming is not normal though. Turning my attention to the new guy, he's on the ground. His breathing is heavy, and the infected are lumbering towards him. Shoving aside what little infected I could, they explode at the tip of my barrel. Splattering the ground with a very sickening noise. Tossing his arm over my shoulder, I pick him up and carry him to his feet. His ankles catch, and he balances with ease. His eyes are wide, and his pupils are dilated. My fingers slap gently against his cheek. "Hey, HEY!. Wake up there buddy. Don't be phasing out on us now."
Quickly shoving a gun back into his hand, I tell him to slow his fire, conserve his ammo. As we progress through the darkened area, we climb up a hill, and out of this fucking ditch. The ladder leads upwards, and I look around the group. I nod, and take the ladder first, for once. All I can see is the sky. Dark, and rainy. The trees rustle as the breeze blows roughly. As I near the top, my fingers grab the ledge. As I begin to pull myself up, I see a boot beside my finger. I stop dead in my climb, and look up. Staring in my face, is a very large individual. I cannot see over his large belly. He makes a gurgling sound as if drowning.
"Ahh.. FUCKIN-" Then BOOM! An explosion rings the air, and I'm falling back down. Passing each person on the ladder as I plummet towards the ground. Covered in what I can tell is guts, and vomit. It grosses me out, and I feel the wind blowing against me. I cough up some juicy stuff, and as my body hits the concrete at the bottom of the stairs, I hear moans of attentive infected, and the scream of my comrades as I go black.
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Post by Kass on May 23, 2009 10:25:58 GMT -7
I don't remember going down the ladder. One second I was on it and the next I was on the ground. My fist slams into the side of one zombie's face and I feel bone break. It's a small moment of triumph as it falls back but there are others to take its place. I'm trying to shake Francis and I'm aware of the others fighting around us. There's no room to talk for now. Too much going on. I get careless. I stand up in the tornado that is known as us versus the horde. I'm knocked away and it pisses me off at first. I grab the collar of the nearest zombie and toss him to the ground. I don't dare fire for the sake of hitting one of my comrades. I don't realize the danger until I feel something wet and slimy around my neck. By the time I open my mouth to scream it's far too late. Not that anyone would hear anyways. I struggle and bring my hands up to the tongue, trying to pry it free as I'm dragged away from the others. I see trees pass overhead and feel the ground shift from earth to road, scratching and dirtying my skin. I don't know how far away I am from the others. All I know is that I've stopped. I look up to see a Smoker staring down at me. I try kicking at him but his tongue only constricts more. I feel myself black out but not before seeing his eyes drift up and down my body and his tall frame hovering over mine.
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