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#Post#: 4150--------------------------------------------------
Day 7
By: Eilik Date: April 22, 2013, 12:36 am
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Tuesday, March 12th, 2013:
My job is never finished, it would seem, as yet another
patient died today. Another animal attack, this time someone
said it was a coon. It would appear that the wildlife has gotten
very protective over their territories lately. Even going as far
as to rip out the throat of the person. Animal control should be
doing something, but of course, taxpayers money hard at work.
Ridiculous.
Thursday, March 14th, 2013:
Two more deaths, these time children, twins actually.
Their mother had left them in the house as she wa bringing in
groceries, the next thing she knew her dog was all over them.
Thankfully a neighbor had come by otherwise she sworn up and
down that she would've 'joined her children'. I cannot reiterate
the need to control these animals. Even domestics seem to be
affected by this odd mood swings.
Friday, March 15th, 2013:
I haven't the energy to write much today, I was helping
another patient before she bit my hand, we admitted him into the
psychiatric ward, believe to be post-traumatic from the cat that
had attacked him, deep claw marks everywhere on his body. He was
lucky that it was only a small creature.
Sunday, March 17th, 2013:
I can't move, I caught something, but my ex-wife will be
bringing over our daughter for my weekly visit. Our once a week
'act like a family' time as she likes to call it. I just hope
I'm feeling better by the time they arrive, I can forget the
week before while she's here.
The young man would lower the blood-stained journal,
eyes adjusting to the dark of the apartment, he held a baseball
bat that was currently leaned against his shoulder. It was clear
he hadn't seen much light, skin a pale color as the moonlit room
shone against his skin. His favorite jacket had been stained
from slipping on the stairs. He would close the book, his green
eyes drifting around the room as he tensed. The walls stained
with blood, there was evidence of a struggle as furniture had
been tossed, he bit his lip, straining his ears as he would hear
a thump from the back of the apartment, the hallway dark but
there was clearly movement. His heartbeat was nearly audible as
he held his breath. Darkness, that was a bad idea right? All
those comic books he read as a kid, there were always monsters
lurking in the darkness, waiting for the foolish to stumble in
blindly.
Again, a thump, the boy takes a step back, carefully
placing his foot down, freezing at the crinkling noise as he had
stepped on a newspaper. The door was still open behind him, he
had plenty of opportunity to just bolt, but he was hesitant.
Why? It was clear by his thin frame he barely fed himself to
begin with, this situation though made him realize that he would
have to scavenge, find what was there, and then hoard it. He had
a nice stockpile, but more was always welcome, in case he would
stumble in on a companion. It was unlikely, he hadn't seen
another soul since almost a week ago, that journal dated the
seventeenth as its last entry...that was what? The day before
shit hit the fan? He stayed frozen, because he couldn't help but
calm himself with these thoughts as he nearly shook from his
shoes at the sounds. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, THUMP.
((Alright, I'm starting us off, all the characters are situated
in Nameless City, USA, situated in the northern central part of
the country. You can place your character in any situation you
would like, though would be interesting if they started in their
own scenarios before meeting. Z-Day, as people may have heard it
called through radio broadcasts when it was safe to listen, had
happened roughly a week ago. All power had been shut off at this
point, and the virus that had started in a nearby river, ended
up wiping out most of the population of the city. Successfully
turning them into the walking dead, or some mutation. There are
zombie animals, and the virus is known to be spread through
infections in deep lacerations (deep as in more than four inches
into the body, or a puncture through an appendage), drinking
natural water without decontamination, or a bite. Have fun.))
#Post#: 4152--------------------------------------------------
Re: Day 7
By: Overlordnim Date: April 22, 2013, 1:12 am
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Dark... The sound of patting boot soles on black top would be
heard, it was a fast pace, but not to the point of running...
Dark... The ebony headed woman thought as she started down an
open street, it was completely black, nothing but the moon light
allowing her to see. She'd be taking heavy breaths as she
walked, trying to keep a steady pace, a pistol down by her side,
three bullets left in the six bullet chamber, on the other side
of her belt was a flash light, like hell she was using it for
the time being. Her eyes were flashing left to right, and her
head kept turning to look behind her, her lips and nose were
bitten by the cold air. 'Why did i have to get trapped outside
at night?' she thought as she wandered near another abandoned
car in the road, the sound of barking dogs not to far off. Those
dogs, they seemed to be following her, maybe it was her paranoia
kicking in finally, she'd be on the move for days, little to
eat, and barely no weapons, she had a knife, and a gun. The
revolver resting tightly in her palm was almost used up, she
should've picked up the extra rounds that man had on his belt,
she should've, but she didn't, she scrambled to grab the gun as
it was, and was lucky she shot the other two when she did. She'd
be running the scene through her head as she walked, hoping
those men didn't have buddies with dogs.
The woman suddenly froze, standing next to a car, the driver
side door open, blood on the seat, made it look like the person
was ripped right out of it, which is probably what happened. She
swallowed shallowly, her eyes falling ahead of the car, where a
figure would stand, pointed in the other direction, staring off
into nothingness down the black street, the subtle splashing
sound of blood pooling at the creature's feet, it was missing an
arm, it's head tilted to the side. It wasn't a human, the woman
knew for sure, and by the time she would get around the hood
with the knife she had, no doubt it would notice her, and make a
grab at her, and she wouldn't risk using her pistol, it would
draw every flesh eater within miles to her location. She took a
deep breath, without thinking to hold it in, glancing down to
the car, the keys were sitting on the dash, how ****ing lucky
she was, but this was probably the worse idea she ever had, so
far. She slowly took a step toward the inner of the door, her
boots making a soft almost silent scrap against the black top,
the male figure tilted it's head back up, it started to twitch,
and soon the woman came to a stop, she heard that terrifying
sound of creeking bone, yeah this one has been dead a while. The
sound only got worse as the creature twisted around, letting out
a echoing roar, '****' she murmured, diving into the car seat,
and slamming the door to, everything she did after that point
was just candy as everything seemed to echo through the empty
street, and the sound of those dogs got closer.
She lied the pistol in her lap, and scrambled for the keys,
taking a deep breath to try and calm her nerves as the undead
armless ****-for-brains was banging on the windows of the car,
and after a few clashes of the creature's head to the driver's
side window, the glass was starting to break. At this point she
was doing all she could as she went through the keys with
shaking hands, trying to fit them into the car ignition, how
many keys does one person ****ing need?! she thought, her teeth
grit, her eyes starting to tear up, as fear came over her.
#Post#: 4155--------------------------------------------------
Re: Day 7
By: Eilik Date: April 22, 2013, 1:45 am
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He continued to stare into the darkness, grip tightening
on that wooden bat as the thumping grew closer....but wait...
that sound wasn't coming from in front of him. His head craned
around as he peered to the door, a single hand reaching in, the
flesh was flayed, there was puss running down from the
fingernails. The bones could be seen behind the gaunt, sickly,
rotting skin. The male suddenly bolted into the darkness, before
ducking into a room. His heart pounded as he pressed against the
door, listening to the thumping noise before it finally died
down. He would blink, fishing a lighter from his pocket he would
pray in his mind that it would still work, before flicking it.
sure enough it sparked and he now had a small flame to look
around the room with.
It would appear he was in a bathroom, as the room was
small, the floor tiled, and also stained with blood. His eyes
following the blood trails led to the tub, he would sigh,
squeezing his eyes shut. He really didn't want to see this.
Peeking with one eye open sure enough, two bodies lay in the
tub, brain matter and red smears ran up the wall behind them as
was apparent by the revolver in the larger figure's hand, they
had been there for a few days, and had decided to say **** the
world. The contents of his stomachs wouldn't settle as he
suddenly lost it over the floor. A combination of bile, broth,
and noodles splashed against the hard tile, the man holding
himself up. He would sniff, wiping his mouth with the back of a
sleeve as he carefully stepped over his accident. The thumping
seeming to be coming back, getting nearer to the door.
Carefully reaching for the small gun, it really was small,
barely considered a peashooter, what most people would only
carry as a concealed weapon or basic self defense, he would
pince the grip between two fingers, fishing a handkerchief from
his jacket's pocket, he would wrap it inside. Loud noises and
these things didn't mix, if that thing came through the door he
would have to try to knock it down and make a break for it. He
didn't like hurting them. what if they were still people? He
would spit on the floor, getting the taste of bile from his
mouth before closing the lighter, the light vanishing. Well, now
he waited for that [i]Thump, thump, thumping[/i] to get closer.
he placed the wrapped gun into his pocket, adjusting the
backpack on his shoulders as he picked up the bat he had dropped
on the ground before losing his lunch.
As he watched the door, all he could think about was his
old apartment, and how his old roommate was likely still
wandering lifelessly inside, and how he didn't have the guts to
even kill him.
#Post#: 4156--------------------------------------------------
Re: Day 7
By: Overlordnim Date: April 22, 2013, 2:10 am
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Finally after a few cranks of the key, the engine making a
whine, it started with a roar, the front windshield cracking
hard under a slam of the undead brute's flailing arm, she
growled, kicking the manual in gear, and pressing hard on the
gas, she wasn't going to get very far, the road ahead was filled
with abandoned cars and who knows what else. The lights were
broken on the car already, so she was flying blind as the car
jolted forward, luckily the lifeless idiot was now infront of
the car trying to crawl on the hood, until the car jolted, it
first made the figure smack face first on the metal hood, with a
loud thunk, before suddenly the unlucky bastard slipped down and
decided to get chewed up under the car's front tires with a
horrible sound of crushing bone.
The woman almost wanted to cheer, but that happy feeling of
relief was quickly outed as she unthinkingly slammed into
another dead car not a seven car lengths infront of her,
regardless of the fact it was a short distance, she had the car
in full gear, and when she hit, the windows busted, and her head
made contact with the driver's wheel, and what do you know this
cheep POS didn't have air backs. With that knock to her head, a
few minutes past before she lifted herself from the wheel,
letting out a groan, she reached up, her head now bleeding,
something she quickly tried to wipe away with the sleeve of her
once white sweater, the blood soaking into the soft wool. She
turned herself in the seat, and as any person that just got
smacked in the head at full course, was trying to get outside
and stumble around like an idiot, she opened the door, and
leaned forward onto her hand, her elbow resting on a tattered
jean covered knee. She was not having a good day clearly, she
pushed herself up, the pistol that was still in her lap fell to
the ground with a clank, and it was enough to get her attention
as she stumbled a bit and leaned down, picking it up quickly,
she smacked the safety on, and stuffed the barrel in her pocket.
Shaking her head a few times to regain her senses, she leaned
back down in the car, and pulled the keys from the ignition,
making sure it was turned off so it would be quiet, she took a
moment to glance through the car, her eyes went wide, she didn't
even notice the dead body that was half dismembered in the back
seat, she slammed a hand over her mouth and nose, trying not to
lose what little she had in her stomach, she could take alot,
but that smell that hit her nose was almost to much. She
stumbled back from the car, her back making contact with a pole,
something she took the time to rest against, before she
realized, the sound of those dogs... The barking.. It was not
even a street away. Fuck. She thought, rabid, they had to be, at
least she hoped thats all they were. She started to look around
in panic, her head still dizzy, she turned, catching sight of a
door, she didn't care where the building took her, she needed to
get off of ground level.
She turned, rushing toward the door, and opening it, oh thank
god it was open, she closed and locked it behind her, and turned
to make her way up the dark stairs, tripping a few times on her
way up, falling on her hands and knees, things already bruised.
She would continue up the stairs, she heard all sorts of thumps
and banging from inside the apartment rooms, especially the
floor she stopped to take a rest on, many of the doors had been
opened, and she looked around, looking for something to cling
to, but she was hoping she wouldn't find anything dead in this
hallway, and so far she didn't. But it was dark, she reached
down, grabbing at her flash light, and now trying to get it to
turn on, as she would thump the thing a few times, the light
flickering on and off.
[Up to you if it is the same building and floor, giving the
option~]
#Post#: 4157--------------------------------------------------
Re: Day 7
By: Eilik Date: April 22, 2013, 2:33 am
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A few more breaths, he would shudder before hearing a door slam.
The thumping stopped, seemingly turning direction. The man's
brow furrows as he would slowly reach for the door, creaking it
open. Peering through he watched as this...thing...stumbled
through the room he had been through. Carefully choosing his
steps he would follow, a door opened, that meant a living
person. As far as he knew these things couldn't open doors. They
sure could break one down eventually though, and being trapped
in a room with one beating on the door was never a good idea.
At this point his nose was turned up, the creature's stench
almost overbearing. He was lucky really, he had managed to
search most of the apartments with hardly any of these
shamblers, though this one was not moving very fast, it would
eventually walk out the door. It's skull caved in from what
looked like someone attempting, and failing, at bashing its
head. One eye hung loose from its socket, and its buttoned shirt
seemed to be ready to pop from its stomach being swollen and
ready to burst.
He held his breath, letting one out only as the creature took a
step, matching the sounds in the air as to not have the thing
turn around. Five more steps...he was almost there...three more
steps...at this point he could almost bolt for it...one more
step... His heart beat in his chest faster than he could
believe. There was the stairwell, and off he went, bolting,
likely making a lot of noise, as he slid down the steps, the
creature turning its head toward where he had bolted, letting
out a raspy hiss. He would turn, heading around the stairwell,
okay, the other stairs to get out of here were right around the
next corner, right? He was barely paying attention as he ran
around the corner, still focusing on running as he ran into
something not-so solid and human shaped.
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Re: Day 7
By: Overlordnim Date: April 22, 2013, 2:44 am
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Finally she got the flashlight working, and pointing it up
toward the hallway, nothing but bloodied dead- truly dead-
bodies, she took a breath of relief, bringing herself to relax
slightly, her head was pounding, and fresh blood would be making
it's way in trails down her pale face. Just as she took in
another deep breath, the smell of death biting at her nose, bam!
she was slammed against the wall, her head bouncing off of it
with a whine of pain, and a support railing for the stairs
jabbing into her lower back, as a man came racing down the
stairs.
She almost slipped and fell down the stairs to the ground floor,
but thankfully she grabbed onto the wall mounted railing behind
her and stayed clinging to the wall as tight as possible, as for
her flash light it flew from her hands and fell down each step,
breaking into a few pieces. She opened her dimmed blue eyes,
peering at what bumped into her, a man? an alive man?! Either
way, she held her breath, staring at him if he didn't go falling
down the stairs, she was paranoid enough about people in general
right now, dead or alive.
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Re: Day 7
By: Eilik Date: April 22, 2013, 2:52 am
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Sure enough, the man would've tripped, sending himself head over
heels down the stairwell before hitting the closed door. Thank
fully this door was closed, he really wouldn't have wanted to
tumble down into an open area. He would take a deep breath as he
just laid at the bottom for a moment, staring up at the dark
ceiling before a flashlight piece just hits him in the head. He
would scramble to his feet, back pressed against the door,
raising the bat as he stared into the darkness, he had bumped
into something, it was too fast to tell whether it was alive or
not, but judging by the fresh blood on his jacket where it had
brushed against the figure's head, it wasn't a good chance,
"Well Fin..." He would mutter in a barely audible whisper. "You
always wanted some excitement in your life." He would let out a
dry chuckle, before his mouth snapped shut. Joking to yourself?
In a time like this? The heck are you doing, are you trying to
get yourself killed? The thumping sound seemed to stop, before
the sound of something solid rolling against stairs would be
heard, raspy breathing and this sliding sound now replaced the
thumping. it must've hurt itself, and was likely crawling now,
which was even worse, the mental image of mangled limbs flashing
into his mind for a moment as his stomach made a churning sound,
heart racing faster than ever.
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Re: Day 7
By: Overlordnim Date: April 22, 2013, 3:05 am
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The woman took in a deep breath, she thought what ran into her
living, and she did see it fly down the stairs, and from her
experience runners didn't stay inside buildings, she tilted her
head, by now she was feeling light headed, reaching a hand up,
she gripped her head, hearing the man vaguely down at the door,
she turned, as if to confront him, before that sudden sound of a
rolling body went down the stair well next to her. Oh fuck! she
thought as she started down the stairs, using the guard rail to
keep herself up, she gave a quick wave to the man. "Yes, hi...
Please don't hit me with that thing..." there was blood all the
way down her face, and smugged all over, her hair line caked
with dry bits, as she stood a few steps above him, clearly she
was wanting to get off the stair well before that thing came
rolling down it.
She reached up, pulling blood stained ebony locks from her face,
eying the man, her foot tapping with anxiety. Her wool sweater
that once was wight is now stained with dirt and blood, and the
bottom half of her boot cut jeans were ripped to hell and back,
she looked by now, that she went through quite a ringer, her
eyes clearly not worried about the man infront of her though, as
she started to glance around, now waiting for the man to
response. Hoping he wouldn't just bash her head in for tripping
him.
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Re: Day 7
By: Eilik Date: April 22, 2013, 5:41 pm
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The green eyes would dart up to the woman before he felt himself
less tense, letting out a breath of relief. He would bend over,
scooping up the bag he had dropped in his tumble. He would shake
his head, glancing to her with a blank expression. It was a
woman, well, someone in the area at least had survived. He
really had hoped that other than the occasional lunatics that
thought they could do what they wanted due to the city going to
hell. Though, of course he still had to be careful, what if she
were one of them. He shook his head, clearing this thought as he
turned, placing a hand on the doorknob, his grip tense as he
opened the door.
His heart leapt once more, okay, he could handle one shambler,
they weren't fast. But he knew it in an instant as the door hit
the scuff guard what he was looking at. The stomach of this
one's had already burst, providing less weight to carry,
intestines flopping out over its pelvic bone. Its lips ripped or
rotted away, it wasn't very telling which, sometimes a person's
lips would be the first to go, the odd behavior of these
creatures. It's thin, gauntly figure told the same thing though,
this one was meant for speed. Up the bat went in an upward arc
as he sucked in a sharp breath, oh that smell. He was not about
to get pounced on though. As the thing's head bounced up and
back with a sickening crunch, it would stumble over to the side
of the door. The man would give a glance over his shoulder
before bolting out the door.
His heart still not skipping a beat. That was a close call, he
wasn't about to take no chances. Stomach churning as he would
stop a few feet down the road, turning around, panting, the
mists escaping his mouth in patterns pertaining to his
breathing. He watched that door, and that creature struggling to
get to its feet. Was this woman following? Or was she going to
go off on her own...she appeared hurt. His gaze shifted around
in the dark as he stood on the sidewalk. If she was going to do
something she better do it fast, that thing was still trying to
get to its feet.
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Re: Day 7
By: Overlordnim Date: April 22, 2013, 6:00 pm
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The woman froze a moment as the boy opened the door, and watched
as the bat smashed against it's head, she stood there a mere
second as he bolted, her eyes following him out into the moonlit
darkness of the street, and soon so did her legs. She went
stumbling out of the door almost like a shambler herself, her
head was pounding, almost as fast as the heart in her chest was.
She raced out in the street, and almost ran into the man she was
following, reaching her now blood stained palm back up, to hold
her head, letting out a soft grunt as she did so.
She was hurt, and lucky she still wasn't knocked out in that
car, or worse on the street. She tensed, looking up toward the
man with the bat, waiting for him to move, and no doubt she was
going to follow, this was the first person in these days, that
hasn't tried to kill her for the hell of it, have their way, or
eat her because they were dead. She still eyed him like she
didn't trust him, but damn she wanted to. She took in a heavy
breath, hearing the dogs still barking, but at least whatever
they were had past this street, and moved on to the next ahead
of her car crash.
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