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#Post#: 4163--------------------------------------------------
Re: Day 7
By: Eilik Date: April 22, 2013, 6:15 pm
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He would offer a nod before his gaze drifted to the runner that
had just managed to get to its feet, his eyes widening with fear
as he just bolted off the side of the street, if she had any
survival instinct she'd follow as the feral snarls the thing
emanated would eventually get closer along with the pitter
patter of its feet flying across the surface, the occasional
sickening squish as an intestine would flop around. If she
followed they would run about three blocks down alleys,
shamblers hunched over corpses, though as much as he wanted to,
he didn't stop. He would eventually stop at another apartment
complex, this one was apparent they weren't too far from the
downtown area, as it was five stories tall with a fire escape.
Dropping the bat he would look up, if she was watching she would
notice him do a well-skilled leap as he would grasp the end of a
fire escape ladder, before dropping to the ground as the metal
sliding sound would come.
The ladder fell as he scrambled to his feet, eyes moving back to
the alley they had just left, one, two, a good group of five
shamblers, and he knew that runner wouldn't give up until it
knew they were out of reach. He motions to the ladder, muttering
in a hasty whisper shaking nearly with fear. "Up." The sounds of
pitter pattering and feral growls getting close. If he hadn't
took the first few days that he had noticed shit going down to
prepare this place, he really wouldn't bother to come back here
with the shamblers and runners constantly being around. Though,
he was glad that the dogs were sparce in this area.
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Re: Day 7
By: Bear Date: April 22, 2013, 6:27 pm
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It was not safe, that was all she knew as she carefully stepped
nearly silently through the small corner store. She was trying
her best not to touch anything that had hit the floor,
especially anything that might make a lot of noise. She needed
to be able to hear everything around her... if she couldn't,
what if more of them showed up?! It was a terrifying thought,
she had to lift a hand to cover her own mouth to stop from
making a pitiful and tearful cry. The past few days had been...
so difficult. She had not eaten much and gotten little sleep. To
her it seemed like everything was covered in blood, or had some
kind of mess on it. She couldn't bear to touch any of it, not
even if she needed it. Slowly she continues her trek over the
items that had been shoved off of the shelves or fallen over
when people had slammed into them trying to run. The image of it
was so vivid in her mind, it was just horrible... It had started
such a seemingly nice day, too.
The memories came running back to her of the past few days as
she eyed what appeared to be a trampled box of cigarettes on the
floor. Suddenly the short woman drops to the ground, wrapping
her arms around herself as she muffles back a cry as fresh tears
start to run down her dirt and blood stained face. The sounds of
people screaming, of utter panic and the smell of fresh, coppery
blood in the air. In her minds eye she could see the events
unfolding all over again. Her at the cash register, her shift
had just started for the day, she didn't have any classes today.
Then-... She shook her head violently for a moment, trying to
shake of the thoughts the best she could, going as far as to
push herself up, away from the bloodied floor. She reminded
herself that she had barred the doors to the store, nothing
could get in. Nothing... Sucking in a sharp breath she slowly
starts to make her way down the third isle, out of four. It was
a small store with only four isles and a back row of freezers
for things like Ice, soda, and beers of various kinds. But even
with all the untouched food, she could not bring herself to
touch any of it. Just the thought made her heave, and she had
already been doing that since the first creature had stumbled
into the store.
By no means was she overly powerful, but a crowbar was a good
weapon, especially for someone her size. At the age of nearly
twenty, you would think she would be taller, maybe a bit
heavier. But no. At roughly Five foot, she was much shorter than
mostly everyone else... It gave her only a slight advantage at
hiding places that she could fit into. And in this store, there
were several places no one could reach. Suddenly she stops.
bang. Bang. BANG. BANG! Her breath was caught in her chest as
she moved swiftly to peer out towards the overly chained doors,
the banging got louder and louder, it sounded as if someone were
smacking themselves into it... clawing at it, even. It was hard
to tell with so much blood smeared upon them and the black paint
she had used to try and cover it over the best she could. But it
was useless. She could now see the bloodied and torn hand that
raked more blood over the already stained reinforced glass. The
glass would not last forever, it was already cracked in so many
places, a few places even already broken. She couldn't stay here
much longer... But she did not know long she could survive out
there...
Carefully she made her way back around the counter, slowly
reaching under the counter for the crowbar as she keeps her eyes
glued to the windows through the cage of the register. It was
the only thing she now liked about this store, the fact that the
register and most of the main counter had a large, reinforced
metal cage to keep people from stealing any of the goods it
held. But now those goods were as good as useless. Fancy
expensive wines, Cigarettes and cigars, even the few
under-the-counter drugs they had to offer... Like marijuana and
a few other things she could not quite name right off of the top
of her head.
She was shaking as she places the crowbar onto the counter,
dried blood covering one of the blunter ends of the object, a
bit of weird looking chunk stuck to it as well. Her hands were
sweating, she couldn't even stop herself from crying again as
the tears freely flowed from her now puffy eyes. She had to
release the crowbar as it drops back onto the counter with a
loud clang, the banging and crying at the door slowly moving
around near the counter she was caged in... It was hopeless.
(( Most likely messed this up. >.> But I will get into the theme
of stuffs. ))
#Post#: 4165--------------------------------------------------
Re: Day 7
By: Overlordnim Date: April 22, 2013, 6:29 pm
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The woman of course followed quickly, nearly tripping a few
times in the alley ways as they ran, and until they finally
stopped, she skidded to a halt, looking back. A group, all half
rotten and sick looking. He didn't have to tell her twice as she
caught what he said the minute that latter hit the concrete, she
grabbed at a metal bar, and started climbing quickly until she
reached the plat form it was on, turning around, she watched the
man at the end, with concern marked on her face, as the ghouls
started getting to close for comfort. She offered a hand down to
him, as if to help him get up more quickly.
#Post#: 4167--------------------------------------------------
Re: Day 7
By: Eilik Date: April 22, 2013, 6:46 pm
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He didn't take her hand, scrambling up the fire escape's ladder.
He would reach the top just as the runner got there, trying to
grasp up at them. He huffed and puffed, the good thing about his
small frame was there was barely anything to lift when climbing
things, he was thankful for that. He would reach down, grabbing
the top bar of the ladder before giving it a good tug up, the
runner grasping on for a moment before being knocked off. His
eyes drifted to a shine that caught his attention, fuck, he had
left the bat down there.
He would let out a huff before straining his already paining
muscles to climb up a few more of the stairs, before
disappearing into an open window. He would duck inside, before
coming back out, peering over the balcony he would drop a few
pounds of hamburger off the side, wasting food, but there was
only going to be so long that it would last anyway. The mindless
things would swarm around the cow meat before, if the woman
noticed it, the man would take a knife from his pack, swiping
the rope that held a full-sized sofa up by a pulley. The couch
would fall, landing on a good majority of the shamblers, the
runner would let out a growl before stumbling away, its ankle
had seemed to been damaged by its tumble.
The man would then just fall on his butt, letting out a sigh, he
was not going to enjoy setting that up again, but it was that or
been trapped up there for likely days on end, and he had no
medical supplies. So if her injuries got worse, he wasn't taking
the chance. He would lean against the metal railing, letting out
strained breaths, he was worn out, it was clear.
#Post#: 4168--------------------------------------------------
Re: Day 7
By: Overlordnim Date: April 22, 2013, 7:07 pm
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The girl blinked, watching him fly up the stairs, and let out a
gasp as she saw the sofa fall... Gah there was a horrible
squishing sound, as about half the bodies that had grouped up
were crushed. She pushed herself up to her feet, letting out a
soft groan, as she held onto the railing a moment, before
turning and pushing herself up the stairs to where he was. She
paused, eying him, little words had been exchanged between the
two, and by now she felt mute almost, and honestly, at this
point she wasn't sure where it was safe to speak. So for the
moment she stayed silent, her eyes drifting toward the window he
ducked in, did he live here? That was a funny thought these
days, considering no where was safe to live, so was it really
living what they were doing now?
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Re: Day 7
By: Bear Date: April 22, 2013, 7:16 pm
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Slowly she reaches over, slapping the cage door closed, a soft
clicking sound to be heard. It locked automatically. She was
grateful for that, she could not find herself moving from this
spot, at least not for a bit longer yet. As the door clicked
shut, she collapsed back down to the ground, squatting with her
head resting upon her knees, tears just running down her face as
she scoots herself under the counter. Hugging herself did little
good as she continues to sob into her blood-stained jeans, they
were torn to bits on the right side, at roughly her thigh. Just
appeared to have gotten caught on the corner of something and
ripped though. Her shirt was in no better condition. It appeared
to have once been a long sleeved shirt, but the sleeves had been
ripped off at some point, but now was merely a tank-top. It was
hard if not impossible to see any blood splatter on the shirt,
it was black.
As she sits there, slowly calming herself down, mostly blocking
out the sounds from the creatures trying to get to her, she sets
her mind about thinking of escape. Where could she even go after
getting out of here? Where could she run? Were there even others
that were left alive? Her mind swamped with more questions than
answers!
#Post#: 4170--------------------------------------------------
Re: Day 7
By: Eilik Date: April 22, 2013, 7:30 pm
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Eventually he would make it to his feet again, the panting
slowing down but not leaving. He would peer over the edge, and
there goes his lunch for the second time in the past hour, and
right in front of this woman again. Well...he now killed some.
This was a first. Though the work it was going to take to set
that sofa back up was going to suck. He would huff, watching the
creatures move away, likely off to find another meal, the ones
that could move that is. He would take a deep breath, wiping his
mouth with the back of a sleeve once more. There was a
convenience store nearby wasn't there? he had avoided it, partly
do to the fact that raiders tend to hit those first, but also
the swarm of shamblers he had seen heading in that direction the
other day.
He shook his head, attempting to clear the paranoia thoughts, he
would reach into his pack, removing a pack of cigarettes, he
would eye it, huffing as he took the last one from the pack,
tossing it over the side. If he weren't just thinking of the
medicine that may be there, basic cleaning material, and actual
water instead of the sugary drinks he had been using, he would
like to pick up some more tobacco, nerves were already shot as
it was and without his nicotine he was going to be in even more
of a panic. After lighting the cancer stick, he would peer over
to the woman, exhaling the fumes, finally speaking. "I know of a
shop around, I saw a group of shamblers head that direction, but
I've no medical supplies. And from what I've heard you don't
want that getting infected." He would whisper, motioning toward
her head. His heart was still beating, but there was that mask
of calmness that he had always held while taking classes,
normally he was terrified of people, but being alone he found to
be worse.
#Post#: 4173--------------------------------------------------
Re: Day 7
By: Overlordnim Date: April 22, 2013, 8:29 pm
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The woman let out a mumble, reaching up, the bleeding had at
least stopped, but he was right, the last thing she wanted was
an infection. She stumbled over toward him, and gave a quick
nod, offering a weak pained smile, "T-Thank you..." she
murmured, holding tightly onto the railing, her dizzy headedness
was starting to subside for now, she looked down to the street,
and the pile of death. "Ugh.. A store hmm? Well... Do you think
we could fight our way there? I have a revolver.. but it only
has three shots left..." she grumbled.
She turned her icy blue eyes up to him once more, waiting for
his response as she watched him smoke on his cancer stick. She
honestly looked like she was staring at him to judge if he was
real, and in her head, she was thinking how when she saw him in
the bottom of the stairwell how she wanted to hug the bastard.
"Is there... Anyone else here, with you?..." she asked softly,
in a low tone, her eyes glancing around.
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Re: Day 7
By: Eilik Date: April 22, 2013, 8:46 pm
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He shook his head before heading down the stairs once more. He
would unlatch the ladder, carefully lowering it so it didn't
make too much noise before climbing down carefully, "Leave the
gun out of it, you fire one, a herd is going to appear and then
we're in worse shape than taking one down." he would reach the
ground before scooping up the bat.
After that there would be no more talking coming from him,
silence was one of the keys to survival, he couldn't afford to
be a chatterbox. He would peer down the nearby alleys, bat
against his shoulder blade as he waited for her to follow.
#Post#: 4175--------------------------------------------------
Re: Day 7
By: Bear Date: April 22, 2013, 8:55 pm
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Sucking in a sharp, calming breath, she leans her head back
against the cool metal of under the counter. It was a small
square space, the sounds from the monsters outside slowly fading
off into nothing. She leans more into her knees, suppressing a
last, sudden sob. It was not the time to cry, it really wasn't.
But it was better to cry now while everything was still fresh,
to get it out of her system before the real danger and challenge
approached, right? She had no damned clue. For a girl who had
only ever been in a fight once in kindergarten, to killing
someone that had been bitten by one of the other sick people...
Another, more loudly audible sob... she had almost gotten her
tears to stop, was almost silent like the people had told her
before she bashed their skulls in with the crowbar.
The sounds again started from outside, the clawing, groaning and
growling... all of it all over again! Shit. But she was safe for
the moment... at least for a bit longer. The glass would not
hold to much longer, it was already cracked and broken in some
places.... who knew how well the bars would last. They were
older and cheap, already rusted and even broken in many places.
It was not that she thought that if they got that far that they
could get through the bars or anything, there was just not
enough space for them to do that. But... the sounds. She would
be able to hear them MUCH better... and she really didnt want
too...
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