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Post by B on Sept 19, 2010 3:15:59 GMT -5
Another day... Another hell... I opened my eyes slowly and let in a deep yawn. It felt wonderful. Got to enjoy the little things, if not I'll go mad. I looked down at the backpack I was originally laying on. I scooted close to me and began shifting through the contents. Some handgun ammo... No, don't need those... "Oooh!" I gasped and yanked my hand back, immediately placing the bleeding finger into my mouth. "Damn knife!" I shouted. I knew it was stupid to keep that in there, at least without a sheath. I put my hand back in, shifted around the ammo again and grabbed the knife out. I remember getting this from a survivor a while back. He saw how horrible I was with a handgun and wanted to keep all options of self defense open to me. What was his name?... Oh god... I can't even remember. I shook my head and placed the knife on the floor. Again I went through, now looking for something else. Aha! Band-Aids! "Thank you, old person's house." I quickly took a strip out and placed it on my bleeding finger. "Now then." Yes, I talk to myself quite a bit. At least I don't talk in third person like I'm quite literally talking to myself like there was another me around. That would be crazy... But then again most people would call it crazy that I slip out every time I get with some "decent" people. One thing I learned... There are no heroes. And- Ooh! Water! I gratefully took a sip. It was slightly cooler today, stale but cooler than normal. Taking one last sip I tightened the lid and placed it back in the backpack. I then stood up and put the pack on my back. Over the year my back has grown accustomed to it, it used to pain me something horrible. Step one, get out of the fitness club and at least make the school by noon. Yes I have a map of the town I'm in. Berkshire, ID. A month back I had barely crossed the border from Canada to the United States. This is the first time I've been here. They call it the "land of the free" or used to... But people who migrated from here called it the "land of the dead", and so far that isn't far from the truth. Finally I left the fitness shop. For some reason all of the weights were looted. Maybe to shape up for the coming hell? Or to use as weapons? Oh well, didn't matter to me. The running was enough to hold my figure. As I immediately left the undead were outside, shuffling about. I began stretching my legs for the coming jog. What? You expect me to fight them? I'm not a soldier. As I said, there's no such things as heroes. I broke out into a jog, dodged one, dodged another. Wow, a naked guy, ya know, I still don't know what sex is but I know I wouldn't be doing it with him anytime soon. Someone had turned his penis into ground beef. Yeah, you tend to grow immune to disgusting features and as a result when I do see a living unclothed man I lack the ability to get "interested". Yup, see, I'm here running from starving undead grinning like an idiot, now. Either way, my goal was to head south. Why? I have no clue. But that was my goal, yup yup.
What? You wanna know me? Fine, but it wont matter. My name is Sheryll Hackette. I'm... Wait, how old am I? I barely broke the teens when this all started... So I guess I'd be about 16 now, 17 maybe? I don't really know, or care. I have brown eyes and auburn hair. I keep it about shoulder length, it's the smart thing to do. I've seen a woman with beautiful long hair get grabbed and eaten because of it. I also must have a million split ends, I do my hair myself and without a mirror half the time. Heheh. What am I wearing? Well it's been warm lately. A gaudy black wife beater and dirty brown pants is all for now. Not counting my shoes, of course. They have the words VANS on them. I have a watch on my left wrist, it works perfectly. I have a schedule, find shelter before a certain time and get up and go at another certain time. I have a system of rules and one of them involves getting a map when I enter a new town. Well that's pretty much it. Have fun watching me in hell...
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Post by D on Sept 19, 2010 23:04:19 GMT -5
Riley Garrison, you’re going to become a hero. Riley Garrison, America will be proud of your services and expect the parades. Expect the women flinging themselves to your arms. Expect all the good that war can bring you because with your help we will win….we will win…we will…
No, they were all going to die.
He signed up to join the army because he was one of the few idiots who thought that he could gain the fame and fortune. It wasn’t until later that he realized how stupid his decision was, and by later, he realized it while on the battlefield against the grays. At first, he thought that he would be fighting a human army, but no he was fighting an army of the undead. By the time their team realized how to kill the grays it was too late and the things had reached his team’s line of defense.
He remembered it like yesterday.
Leo Sigmund was the boy, and his best friend, that yelled the loudest when the first of the undead toppled over the barrier and attacked him. It happened while Leo had his back turned and was reloading his rifle. The female gray fell face first into Leo and without hesitation took a chunk out of the boy’s shoulder. The moment that Leo screamed, Riley high tailed it out of there like a coward. On the way away from the barrier, he tripped over an ammo box and scrapped a large part of his shin, but his pure terror quickly pulled him back up.
Riley passed Andrew Dominique quickly as he ran and saw that the man struggled with un-jamming a rifle, but that wasn’t enough to stop him. He continued sprinting until he came across a peculiar gray. It was a little girl dressed in a dirtied pink dress. She had cute little brown pigtails tied with little pink bows. Her lips had been ripped off giving her an eternal grin. And her small black eyes had a blank expression. All together it gave her a mischievous look.
Stopped in his tracks, he wondered about how the grays had surrounded them so quickly but as the little girl approached him, his thoughts were replaced with ones of panic. Riley took steps back, but was quickly knocked forward. He landed hard on the ground, but when he looked up, he saw Andrew Dominique rush passed him. Andrew was a tall and buff man, but his height proved to be a disadvantage. Riley saw that Andrew was in a full sprint and had failed to see the child gray. The undead little girl pounced on Andrew and like a lion she quickly brought him down.
After having witnessing that, he quickly got up from the ground and ran to one of the edges of the bridge.
Now he remembered, they were on a bridge, trying to stop a Gray invasion into New York. It made perfect sense now.
Riley was about to jump into a river, which was probably a stupid idea considering that the grays could survive under there, but he couldn’t control what was happening next. He first heard the explosion and then he heard the whizz of a jet. He didn’t know what happened, but the moment he turned, he saw the color of the sun puff up before his eyes. Then he felt the numbness of one side of his face and finally a thrust on his body.
He opened his eyes, or maybe an eye, he still couldn’t feel the other one, and noticed that he was falling. He didn’t feel like to be in pain, but he could see that some of him was on fire. There were chunks of rock around him and from where he was falling he could see that the bridge was also on fire. It was then he realized what had happened.
Those Air Force bastards dropped a bomb on us.
He felt his chest puff up and down as he attempted to laugh, but nothing came out. It hadn’t occurred to him while he fell that he could have died and the whole time until he fell, he tried laughing. When he hit the water, he passed out, and then…
Riley woke up and shot out from under the covers of sheets. A constant drop of water fell onto his forehead. “Hrmm…” He stretched a bit and chuckled before running his hands through his blond hair. “A dream of a memory…always…” Riley reached up to rub his blue eyes, but from across the room, his reflection caused him to stop. He didn’t have both of his eyes anymore.
Scratching the stubble on his chin, he remembered what had happened.
After he had fallen into the water, he woke up in a military camp. His burns were treated and for the most part all was fine. However, when he got out of the medical tent, he quickly realized that something was extremely wrong. The looks he got from Relian Gomer, his girlfriend of the time, really told him that something was fucked up.
Rushing back into the medical tent, he grabbed a reflective tray and gave a good look at himself. Where his left eye and some of his face should have been, was a large and deep hole. It was so deep that he could see his optic nerve. “Jesus Christ,” he said, “I’m just like a Gray.” It was after that event that he took an eye patch and a gas mask to wear for the rest of his life. Soon after he realized his extreme disfigurement, Riley did what he did best and he ran away, leaving the army.
In a sense, it was the first smart move in his life. Riley didn’t need bullshit about his face and to be truthful, Relian’s look on her face hurt more than when he saw Andy Fawkner get his balls gnawed off by a gray. Running away saved him from the drama and it was a good thing that he ran away then. Had he stayed, he would have seen his girlfriend raped and then left for dead in the wasteland…
Yeah, but none of that mattered now. Nope, Riley Garrison was his own man now. He could do what he wanted when he wanted it…and that was about it. His face didn’t really attract anyone and when he did find someone they had serious issues. It was always shoot him or OMG suicide, but whatever, it wasn’t his fault, it was the air forces fault, those assholes…
Riley sighed and walked over to a table with all his stuff on it. And by all his stuff, the table seriously had /all/ his stuff. It probably was strange, but Riley still slept commando when he could. It was…comforting, for a lack of a better word, but it didn’t mean that he didn’t like clothes. Hell, after having slept commando the night before, he couldn’t wait to put on some clothes because for an odd reason he was damn cold.
And that’s what he did. He quickly covered up his pale skin with a shirt, shorts, and stolen desert camo DCUs from the army. He pulled on his trusty boots and gloves to finish it all off and in the mirror, he grinned at himself. “Still feeling classy…?” He didn’t, but deciding that he wouldn’t cry over it, he pulled on his gas masked and grabbed an old sniper rifle he had found in a hunting store.
With a crowbar, he broke the boards off a random window and then fixed the rifle there. He leaned out and with binoculars he searched around for something to shoot at. Riley attempted to whistle, even though he knew the mask would distort it. It took a while, but eventually with the help of the binoculars he saw a speck moving towards the house. It was human shaped, dirty and moving like one of the new grays.
“That’s good enough.”
Riley threw the binoculars to his bed and adjusted the rifle a bit before looking down into the scope. “One, two…” At three, he had her head in his sights and when he pulled the trigger a silenced poot was heard. He continued to watch through the scope to see if he had hit the target, but the new gray female continued to move. “What the?” Riley got up from his sniper position and looked out into the wasteland to see a bird fall dead on the ground. Complete disbelief washed onto his face. “A bird…got into the bullet’s way…That’s…new.”
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Post by B on Sept 19, 2010 23:38:21 GMT -5
I timed my breaths evenly. Over the years I've gotten really good at running, I could have probably gone cross country back in the day. Then again, anyone alive today could probably dust the champ. I mostly only saw zombies but once or twice I've seen things that would make Chuck Norris piss his pants. My mind shifted away from my breaths, rhythmic breathing came naturally most of the days. I was reciting songs in my cranium. I had easily noticed the lack of zombies in the area. I had to have been halfway to Lafayette Elementary. "You.. Otha brothas can't deny!" I shouted to myself. It felt nice at the time. Mid-Idaho had nice weather. Especially in the morning. Had it's sizzlin' moments at about 3pm, though. While my thoughts wandered from one meaningless subject to the next, I could have sworn I heard the slightest snap. Oh what did it sound like? Like a...- "CAWWWGHHhhhhh!" FLAP! Huh!? What IS that?! I kept pacing, looking around frantically when the twitching bird could easily be noticed in the middle of the street. A hole through its chest. "Oh my god!" I shouted, I froze up for a split second. "Oh my god! DONT KILL ME!" I cry. Panic took hold. I looked frantically to my right. There was a building there. I don't care! I sprinted towards it and dove for the window like some action movie hero. To my surprise the glass did shatter and I went through to the other sides. Pain gripped my arms and shoulders, though. It wasn't at all like a movie. I could feel small shards of glass sticking into my skin. I guess I should be lucky it was only my arms that got hit. Ignoring the pain and keeping my mind on the situation at hand. I scrambled for my pistol. A .32 Beretta. I wont let them use me again. I wont let them kill me. I've gone too far! Why do they want to kill me!?
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Post by D on Sept 20, 2010 0:09:01 GMT -5
Riley used a silenced rifle and he was sure that the new gray was too far to hear it, but apparently he was wrong. After shooting the bird, he heard the muffle yells of the new gray and finally it sprinting toward his house. “Oh no!” He yelled and he quickly got back inside and grabbed his handgun off the table. “Not a new gray.” The new grays were tougher and tended to be stronger than the older grays. They also had these weird abilities and he hated all of them.
Oh god, /all/ of them.
The last time he had faced one it had thrown up all over him and he had to sprint for his life. If he hadn’t join the army, then he probably wouldn’t have built up the endurance that allowed him to get out of that situation…but he new that endurance wasn’t a big factor when dealing with a new gray in close quarters.
Quietly, he crept downstairs and midway at the stairs, he heard the new gray break through a barricaded window. He couldn’t hide the surprise on his face because he could have sworn that he barricaded it with wood, but he quickly refocused himself and approached where the new gray was located. Riley pushed his back against the wall and slowly he made his way to the room. Without hesitation, he popped out and fired, but unfortunately the handgun jammed.
Great…
The new gray turned and had a weapon? Riley’s instincts led him to take cover behind a chair and then he heard bullets escape the new gray’s handgun. Alarmed by this and worried about his health and safety, he threw a chair at her. Why he chose to throw a chair over anything didn’t make sense, but the poor man had just woken up and his favorite pastime was to kill stuff that moved. However, his little move achieved disarming the new gray and the knowledge that the new gray wasn’t a new gray.
At that knowledge, Riley gave the largest frown a guy with a gas mask on could make. “You’re human?” He didn’t exclaim it and it came out as a simple question. Even with the mask, Riley couldn’t hide his surprise, but with the new found knowledge, he knew that he still couldn’t let his guard down. He kept his own handgun aimed at her, despite the fact that it was jammed.
For a few moments it was silent, but when he finally decided to explain himself he spoke up. “I’m sorry…I thought you were…a new gray…those things…S-sorry.” Riley slowly backed away to ease the awkwardness. He had just tried to take a life of a human and his guilt was apparent in his voice. However, his mask distorted it and all he could do to show his discomfort was backing away. It probably wasn’t the army thing to do, but he wasn’t exactly one hundred percent army material.
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Post by B on Sept 20, 2010 0:28:02 GMT -5
I made sure to keep my head away from the window. My gun was ready but I wasn't. Oh god, why couldn't they just leave me alone? Why must people be so... So... Murderous!? I'm clearly not one of them! They just want the blood! Those sick... Sick monsters! I could fear warm tears run down my eyes. I was going to die I now I was... No Sheryll... No you're not! It's kill or be killed! Suddenly there was a snap and a grunt. I swung my head and noticed a figure in a mask slapping at a gun for some reason. I didn't hesitate, I turned and fired though the bullet only caught the wall behind. I fired two more times just in case and then something swung at me. It knocked my arms away, with it was the gun. "Ow!" I growled and turned to look where my gun landed, just right behind the chair, if only I could reach.... Thump... Thump... I turned my head and the figure was walking towards me. I gasped, pulling myself to the corner, my hand moving over broken glass, splintery wood and nails. My lips kept mumbling pleas but no sound came out. This is it Sheryll... "You're human?" The figure asked, it seemed to her that it had a disappointed tone. That doesn't matter, he still had his gun aimed up at me. Was he going to kill me anyways? Yes, of course he would. American's are all about blood, at least that's what I hear and look at him. He's even wearing army clothes. He's an American Soldier, true scum of the Earth! My eyes glanced quickly to where my gun was. If I could dive for it maybe... He'll shoot me... But at least I'll die trying than sitting here about to pee my pants. Suddenly an apology was mumbled and he said something about him thinking I was a new... what? Gray? Was that supposed to be a racist remark? Does my Canadianness show that bad? Then he started to back away. Was he trying to make me feel like he means me no harm? HE STILL HAS HIS GUN AIMED AT ME! "Racist..." I gasped out. Why that was the only word I managed to say, or why that word even stood out I don't know. But that's all I was able to muster. I glanced back to where my gun lay. No... He wants to screw with me first. If I play along maybe I'll be able to trick him later. "Why...?" I mustered another word and inched ever so slowly towards where the chair and gun were. I could feel a piece of glass inch into my hand. I winced but continued slowly. He's going to kill me, I need to do this. I must survive.
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Post by D on Sept 20, 2010 0:48:18 GMT -5
He blinked at her racist comment and shook his head. “I’m not. Grays are zombies…” He tried to explain, but she didn’t seem to hear him and that’s when he went over to pick up her weapon. What came next, Riley didn’t expect. He tripped and fell. Glass pieces found their way through his skin and he moaned a bit and slowly rolled onto his back. When he looked up, he saw that she had retrieved her weapon and had it aimed at him.
“Don’t shoot!” He yelled, not believing that his gestures were misinterpreted. “I don’t mean you any harm!” Truthfully, Riley felt like he was starring in a corny action movie with bad lines, but in the moment, he couldn’t think of anything better to say. “My handgun’s jammed! I thought you were a new gray! Those fast zombies!” His words came out loud and quickly and even if his words didn’t make sense, the distress in his voice was communicated.
However, after the yelling, he quieted down, realizing that there really wasn’t any use in screaming. If he was going to die, then he was going to die, and a depressing thought crossed his mind. What if his existence was just a waste? Of course, it was melodramatic, but when he truly believed he was going to die he thought about weird things. Last time he thought about ‘wow, I’m dying because of an explosion,’ but now things were different. Now, he was just being an emotional person and after thinking about that, he really didn’t like the emotional-ness. It bothered him…Eh, oh well.
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Post by B on Sept 21, 2010 0:08:26 GMT -5
I watched him walk towards me. He didn't seem menacing but I won't be caught off guard... Oh and he grabbed my pistol, great. When he started towards me I had to act quick. This was stupid but I was in a desperate situation, it was him or me. I pushed myself forward and locked my legs inbetween his as he picked the other up and with all my strength, years of running and moving on them have made them strong enough to even topple him. Then again I likely caught him off guard. Either way he fell. My inner self told me not to hesitate at my awkward accomplishment. He dropped my gun, right by hand, in fact. I grabbed it up and pushed myself away from him, aiming it up at him. He quickly grew cautious, started screaming at me in jumbled run-on sentences. I didn't really understand him. "SHUT UP!" I shouted but he kept on a few more words until I tried it again. "SHUT UP RIGHT NOW!!" I screamed I felt psychotic. Was it because I thought I had already been killed? Or was it the fact that I had the power now? "First of all! THEY'RE ZOMBIES STOP CALLING THEM GRAYS!!!" I don't know why but that was bothering me quite a bit, that and I had trouble thinking of anything to say to him. I didn't want to kill him... I really didn't but I was afraid he'd kill me if I turned my back. "Next, YOU TRIED TO KILL ME! that is NOT NICE! What did I ever do to you!? NOTHING! You tried to kill me for no reason. I'm out there trying to survive monsters and I have to survive humans, too!? Then you try to be all nice and stuff but really you wanted to have your fun then kill me, right? RIGHT!?" My hands were trembling uncontrollably, the trigger was inched back close enough to where the slightest scare would set the gun off and a bullet whizzing into his face. "I want to go! And I want you to... To... Be right here... Sitting... There right there!" What was I doing? I was horrible at taking a hostage and demanding stuff. I started to slide back ever so slowly. Not once taking my eyes away from him when suddenly something hit my back. In a panic I turned and fired the remaining five bullets into the wooden door that closed itself during the exchange. I squealed like a school girl as the gun clicked and the gun was clearly empty. I was so scared of the sudden appearance of the door I had taken my eyes off the man... It was too late now...
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Post by D on Sept 21, 2010 0:56:21 GMT -5
The woman was a loud yeller and Riley felt kind of relieved when she lowered her voice. She scolded him for calling them grays and then about the whole shooting thing, but he couldn’t blame her. Civilians weren’t taught that those things were called that in the military and well, he did have a pretty good shot until that bird got in the way.
If she could only see his face then she would understand how bad the blond boy felt about the situation. Riley honestly couldn’t believe that he had almost killed a human. Even though his deformity alienated him from most of humanity, his hatred for the hole in his face and the air force, could never be directed towards them. He loved being human even if it brought such terrible feelings.
And those feelings brought him back to reality back again. She still yelled at him and his guilt got heavier. “I’m sorry…” He tried saying, but her screams over powered his voice. When she finally somewhat calmed down, she ordered him to move to the corner of the room, and Riley did. He sat right there, here right here. It didn’t make much sense to him either, but he did what she said and it wasn’t even five minutes until the woman emptied her gun into a door.
“…Normally,” He spoke up, “people who take hostages don’t turn their eyes away…and don’t get jumpy… They also demand things…If you want food or ammo, or weapons…” He paused and thought of what he could give to her so he would feel less guilty for almost taking her life. “I have some. You can take them…” Figuring that she would feel less threatened if he stayed seated, Riley didn’t move from the right there, here right here spot and just watched her.
Maybe he was just waiting for her to calm down or something, but he did know that this had to be one of the most awkward situations of his life. This almost beat his first time in the boy’s locker rooms. Hopefully, whatever happened next would be interesting.
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Post by B on Sept 22, 2010 23:45:21 GMT -5
I turned stupidly when he started speaking about how horrible of a hostage taker I was. Of course he'd be a professional at it. "Thanks... I'll keep that in mind." I mumbled at him, making it clear that I had literally no intention of doing any of that. He didn't seem to get the hint, or he was mocking me, but he told me he had supplies and that I can forcefully take some. He stayed seated and I shook my head. "Thanks but I don't feel like making two trips to my destination. I should take your ammo, though before you end up "accidentally" shooting someone or me on the way out." I said with a hint of playfulness and spite at the same time. I had to keep in mind that he tried to kill me and that he still can, especially when I have an empty magazine. I stupidly continued to hold the gun on him, though it was clearly empty. "Now I'm going to leave... You're going to sit still." I said with a horrible attempt at a kickass voice to scare him. My voice never has been very strong... That and I am still scared. I kicked open the wooden door that now had a dozen holes in it and disappeared from the room. A thump here and a creak there and I found myself back in the room where the guy continued sitting. The jammed pistol lay in the spot it was. It didn't look like he grabbed another weapon. This whole building was boarded up. Every window, every door. He obviously had half a mind to stay in this building for a long while. "I need to um... Go out the window..." I walked towards him, the still-empty pistol aimed at him. Oh why didn't I take the time to reload it? I moved past him, never turning away and stepping on broken glass. Then I stood by the window. Wondering how I could pick myself up and out without turning my back on him and him stabbing me or something. Damn my paranoia. "We seem to be in a predicament. I want out and I don't fancy dying today..."
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Post by D on Sept 23, 2010 0:11:08 GMT -5
Riley was smart enough to hear the playfulness sand spite in her voice. It was kind of weird hearing it from a random person and well, from an actual human. His disfigurement and his current location didn’t allow for a lot of human interaction. It was probably because of the lack of interaction, but he found this girl a bit odd, yet interesting. Oh, he wasn’t interested in her that way, but she just seemed awkward to him. Her attempt at getting out only served as evidence to her awkwardness and to prove that he wasn’t going anywhere, he stayed still, not even moving to reach his pistol.
It was after she came back that she had the brilliant idea of going out through the window, and he would have encouraged her to if she weren’t bleeding all over the place. The woman wasn’t bleeding profusely, but he noticed her cuts and scrapes and it bothered him, knowing that he could probably help out with his med kit. “Hey, I know you think I’m dangerous, but all of my stuff is on the second floor. My handgun is jammed and the rest of my weapons are upstairs too…The floor creaks going up the stairs under a person’s weight, you’ll notice it, so if I come up after you, you’ll hear it…” He paused. “Guess what I’m trying to say is, please go upstairs and get the medical kit. I think you might need it with all of the cuts and stuff you gained from going through the barricaded window...”
He leaned back on his arms and looked up at her. “It’s a bit safer to go down from second floor too. I mean…its a little bit of height but there shouldn’t be glass and not a lot of splinters…” Riley wasn’t sure how she would respond to that, but obviously she distrusted him and again, he couldn’t quite blame her. Perhaps his one eyed vision wasn’t working out for him. Back when he had both eyes, he would use to aim with the eye he now was without. Like the event that lost his eye, this event was rather unfortunate.
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Post by B on Sept 25, 2010 23:14:57 GMT -5
I eyed him strangely. Was he offering to help me? I looked down at my arms curiously. Wow, I was pretty cut up, I didn't even notice... It was then that I truly noticed the entrance I made sitting at the man's feet. Glass and wood. How did I manage to do that? My eyes flashed back up at him, slightly defiantly. "Why? Why would you 'patch me up'? You tried to kill me a few minutes ago. What do you gain from helping me? Or better yet, what would you gain from killing me? Why don't we just let me go free and you can go back to living life to the fullest, okay?" I had no idea what I meant by that but it sounded cool in my mind before I said it. I lowered my gun, I felt there was no more use aiming it at him. He was more-or-less relaxed. He knew it was empty. I just wanted to go, why does he insist I don't? Why did I tell him to stay there, yes, right there!? I should have told him to get in the corner like some punished 5 year old. Well it's not too late. I opened my mouth to demand that he go into the corner but only air exhaled and I closed my lips again, rethinking of how stupid that it would sound. What do I do? He might have tried speaking again I just put a finger to my lips and went. "Shh! I'm thinking! I'm thinking..." I tapped a finger to my head a few seconds and noticed more than a few moans coming from outside the building. If I was leaving I'd have to do it now before I get trapped in with this sociopath. I hesitated, though. What if there was already a lot of them outside? If he's right and they're running now, then I wont last. "Decisions, decisions..." I griped, folding my arms only to wince and part them again. Stupid cuts, stupid boarded up window, stupid guy with the shooting and death...
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Post by D on Sept 25, 2010 23:58:18 GMT -5
“Nothing really… but you can’t exactly go free if you’re bleeding all over the place.” He adjusted his weight and leaned again, just watching her and her little hostage taker act. “ Y’know…you could…” She then shushed him and Riley cocked a brow. “Okay…I guess I’ll be quiet then.” For moments, it was quiet, but soon the wind carried the sounds of moans. Perhaps it was his fear of the undead or the fact, but as soon as he heard them, he began to tense up and the hole in his face began to ache.
As the moans grew louder, his ghostly pain continued on and finally, he just couldn’t stand it. Riley looked out the broken window and there he saw a new gray jump from a bush. A rat was scurrying away from the new gray, but like the hungry monster it was, the new gray chased after the rat and eventually caught it in its hands. The new gray brought the squirming rat up with its hands and with viper-like speed it bit the rat. Clamped tightly around the rat’s head, the new gray ripped the rat’s head off and a dark red liquid splattered across the new gray’s face.
For a moment, Riley had an assuring thought that if the girl and he was quiet then the new gray would pass, but his thought was quickly shattered when more new grays emerged from the bushes. Breaching the ‘hostage rules,’ he got up from the floor and just before the new grays reached the door, he grabbed the chair and pushed it through the hole, blocking the only way inside. “Sorry for rushing you,” The group of new grays, except for the rat eater, collided and pushed against the chair. “Jeez, but may you please get a weapon from upstairs and kill these things? You can…Argghh…” The horde began their inhuman calls for reinforcements. “Shoot from the window if you want!”
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Post by B on Sept 27, 2010 0:54:41 GMT -5
I gasped, not at the moans but at his sudden movement. He picked up the chair again, I braced myself for another wood-on-Sheryll collision but it never came. I peeked open an eyeball and he was fending back an infected. Huh? How did it get there so fast? Maybe he was right, maybe they are running... He immediately suggested that I go get a weapon from upstairs. And what, give it to him? Fat chance... But wait he mentioned me killing them... Fat chance on that, too. I'm not good with guns, just ask the door behind me. "But I-" He cut me off, telling me to shoot from the window if I wanted. There was no other way around it. If I wanted to protect myself both from him and them then I'll have to be the one with the weapons. I turned and took off and up the stairs. The building was relatively small. He had a neat crib up here. Weapons and mementos displayed. I took the nearest weapon I found, the sniper rifle. A scope would make it harder for me to miss. I moved to the window, it was still open, probably from when he took a potshot at me. I aimed out and had a clear view of the downstairs window. I could see the four legs of the chair lashing out through the broken window, beating the face in of the gra-I mean infected. I absolutely will not call them grays! Bringing my mind back on the mission. I took a deep nervous breath and looked through the scope, found the infected's head and pulled the trigger. The trigger refused to move. Why? I looked around the gun, if there was a safety than it was small cus I can't find it. Maybe it was jammed. "It's not working!!" I shouted, smacking at the large, heavy gun out of frustration hoping that somewhere something would click and say "Now ready to shoot". "What's not working?! Get away, you gr-zombies!" I heard from the bottom. I growled slightly. "The gun, bright one! The big one!" He mentioned if it had a scope. I rolled my eyes and shouted. "Yes!!" He just mentioned look through the scope, aim, and pull the trigger. I rolled my eyes again and threw the massive gun to the floor. Fat lot of help that one is! There was another big gun, an assault rifle, there was no way I was touching that. The next weapon I laid eyes on. A base ball bat and two baseballs. They were thick, I never was interested in baseball. Too American for me. Nevertheless I had to do something. I ran and picked up both balls and ran to the window. I've seen in documentaries when I was still in school, about medieval troops using rocks and other heavy objects to kill from the top of walls, even heard that if you dropped a penny from high up it would be like a bullet. Well... if it works I wont argue. I readied my arm and threw down the first baseball on the one closest to that soldier guy. It merely deflected off, causing a slight nudge of the head. Second time's a charm? I threw the other one and this one just missed entirely. I growled again and looked a bit more extensively at the arsenal. Wait, two pistols were by a peculiar photograph of a young, handsome man with blue eyes by a soft woman. Ignoring the photo and the would-be dreamy characters, I grabbed the guns and ran by the window. I put one by a convenient table which had a box of rather large caliber ammunition (probably for the rifle), and aimed the other. Pausing for a second I hit the safety and took a deep breath before firing. Too my astonishment the first shot hit home sending the first zombie down into a permanent slumber. "I GOT IT! I GOT IT FIRST TRY! GO SHERYLL!! WOO!" I shouted and I could hear a grunt coming from the man downstairs. I aimed and fired at another one, the bullet glancing off the pavement. I took a deep breath and fired again, this one hitting another incoming infected but only in the chest. "This isn't going to work." I mumbled and attempted it two more times, neither ones hitting the head. "Come on, girl..." I whispered and tried again twice more. The second shot did hit the head but only at the jaw, the bullet didn't hit the brain so the zombie was fine. I had to make a choice. Trust him... Or not... It looks like he has an emergency escape route leading to another building. If I took that... But then I'd leave him to his fate. Maybe he didn't mean to shoot at me. Even if he did, maybe he'll appreciate me if I help him. "Just this once..." I whispered and grabbed the second pistol. I began down stairs when the pistol in my right hand went off and lodged itself in the ground. I nearly crapped myself. I immediately knew the issue and turned on the safety of the pistol I had been using. I continued down and saw the man with his faithful chair. "Hey! I'm trusting you, please, please don't kill me!" I shouted and hesitated. Last chance, Sheryll... No... No if I leave him I'll never be able to forgive myself. If he kills me at least I'll know I died far above his level. I pocketed one of the guns and ran up, and grabbed one of the chair's legs to help him. I was uncomfortably close... But for me five feet from a human was uncomfortably close. I sucked it up though and shoved the other pistol into his chest. He likely grabbed it with his free hand. When he's ready, we'll both have to let go of the chair and deal with the monsters... Whatever god that may exist, please help me...
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Post by D on Sept 27, 2010 2:16:40 GMT -5
Thump.
Ah, that was the sniper rifle, Riley thought and achieved in letting out a sigh. He continued to push the chair against the oncoming undead. Occasionally he would let out a few grunts, and for a while it was the same old, same old. He figured it would continue this way, but he was extremely wrong.
Thunk, thunk.
The last two baseballs he had taken from the sports mart were tossed down the window and onto the undead. “What is she doing…up there?” Riley shoved a chair leg into a zombie’s face and wondered whether or not to call for her. It didn’t take him long to decide, but at around the moment he opened his mouth, gunshots rang through the air. Judging from the sounds, he knew that she had found the handguns and he felt some relief.
Of course, that relief was short lived as Riley could see that the woman’s shots were missing most of the undead. It also wasn’t comforting at all when he didn’t hear any more gunshots. “K-keep on shooting!” He yelled, but he received no response. Did one of the grays get up there and get her? But he didn’t hear a scream? Just what was goin-
“Ugh…What are you-?” He looked down and saw a pistol shoved into his chest. Riley looked down at the woman and saw that she was helping him with the chair. “Thanks.” Using his now freed hand, he grabbed the pistol and looked back at her. “On three…One, two, three.” They both dropped the chair and jumped back. The grays swarmed in quickly, but because of their lack of sense, their entrance immediately got clogged up by two of the grays. “That…is unhealthy” He commented and then returned back to the task at hand.
Riley turned his attention back to the two that got in and saw that one of them was rushing toward the woman. He saw her say something and then attempt to dodge, but worried that her dodge wouldn’t be much of a help, Riley stepped in to save the day. Using the pistol as a hammer, he used the momentum and the strength he had to smash down on the zombie’s head. Its gray matter splattered and splashed over the ground. He then turned and with his brain covered arm, he aimed toward the other one, but to his surprise the woman had ended the gray. It took him a little bit longer to also realize that she had dispatched the unhealthy mess at the hole.
Finally recovered from the brain smash, Riley went to the hole, and a good distance away from her, he aimed and fired outside of the window. It didn’t take long to waste the zombies, but at the end of it, Riley was a little tired. Perhaps it was because there was just too much excitement for him so early in his day. “Jeeze…that was tiring…” He muttered. “Wish this mask wasn’t all hot.” Riley was heating up, but he couldn’t take off his mask. Not while someone else was around…
“So…” Riley changed the subject to get his mind of the heat. “Patching up?” To that, he heard an obvious rejection to his offer: “Look, no offense but you’re armed now, I don’t trust you enough o stay with you longer than 20 minutes. I need to go.” Riley shook his head at her. ”You won’t make it far with the skills you displayed…and even less with your…” He looked around and noticed the blood droplets. “…blood on the floor….” His comments seemed to be enough to bother her and she responded with, “Yeah? Well I was just fine until you decided to draw a little red target on my forehead!” The man sighed and took a deep breath before speaking again. “I didn’t hit you though…you could have dove into the grass y’know and not…through, well, a window…and…” He paused and looked at her arm. “You…have a big…splinter in your arm”
What she did next, by Riley’s definition, was stupid.
The woman looked at Riley and then yelled “Lay down in the grass and let you shoot me?!” He watched her with a cocked brow. “Here’s what I think of your first aid!” Riley saw her pull the whole wood fragment out of her arm and then watched as she threw it to the floor. “Are you alright?” He asked and then she cradled her arm while letting out a chain of ow’s. “Now you’re bleeding even more.”
Riley frowned. “Look…” He heard the woman begin. “ If you want to help me. Tell me where a working car is.” It was then that Riley cracked a small smile. It wasn’t because he thought the current situation was funny. His smile was because of the luck he had in not getting thrown by a tank a week before. “Well,” Riley looked at her. “A week ago, a monstrous zombie came around here and threw the car…far away….like it was nothing.”
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Post by B on Sept 28, 2010 23:20:18 GMT -5
When he was ready I let loose the zombies by letting go of the chair at the same time. It fell and hit the ground, the zombies were quick to enter until two of them clogged up the window. I could hear the guy let out a comment, maybe it was funny to him but I didn't get it. By the time my senses came back on the situation I was already about to be pounced. "Away freak!" I shouted and took a step or two back. The monster was not phased by the comment or the sorry attempt at a dodge. I braced myself when a sickening crack came. The guy had dispatched the zombie. I grumbled and took a step back away from HIM when I noticed the second one heading from him. Out of reaction, I raised and fired. Another hit!! "YES!" I shouted and moved a bit closer to the window. "Can't miss from this range." She mumbled and fired twice, taking the two cloggers out. Sheryll, you're a pro. I giggled. The bodies had sat in the window, still partially clogging the window. The guy walked over to it and a few gunshots rang out and then silence. I stood there, tense and ready with my gun raised in his general direction. Not only because I had thoughts that he may turn on me, but also the fact that he was by the window and there is probably more. When he relaxed and his weapon dropped to his side, I allowed myself to relax and did the same, though I was still ready. He mentioned something about heat and mask and being tired. What was he, an old man? I took a few steps towards the window and I could hear him ask, once again, about patching me up. I rolled my eyes and turned to him. "Look, no offense, but you're armed now, I don't trust you enough to stay with you longer than 20 minutes. I need to go." I put my free hand on my hip. I didn't that unconsciously as an "I mean business" pose. He then downed my skills, I think I did rather well... Who is he to judge? Then he mentioned blood spatters. I looked down and noticed that I was bleeding quite a bit... Not the first time. “Yeah? Well I was just fine until you decided to draw a little red target on my forehead!” I snapped at him when I brought my head up. It was his fault. Running zombies or no, I would've made it to that school and be ready for my next destination. Instead I have to stay with him and listen to him baby me. Do I look like an infant? I don't wear diapers! I survived! I survived where billions have failed! I survived because I'm good! I then heard him sigh and talk about my poor choice of dodging, then mentioned the large splinter in my arm. I snapped my head to the sliver of wood sticking out of my skin then immediately snapped my head back. “Lay down in the grass and let you shoot me?!” I snapped again. What'd he expect!? There were still infected around and had I jumped for a nice little comfortable plunge in the grass he would've either shot me or I would've become a cuisine. And again with the medical talk! He's a broken record! “Here’s what I think of your first aid!” Without thinking too much, I gripped the splinter and pulled it from my arm. I could hear it tap against the floor... Wait... I let out a deep gasp then stood there a second, looking at my arm. Suddenly I couldn't hold it in. I grabbed my arm and stomped my foot. "Ow ow ow ow! OW!... ooohhh OW OW!!!" I could hear him ask if I was okay. DO I LOOK OKAY!? How dare he ridicule me into doing something so stupid! It's all his fault! ALL HIS FAULT! Ugh, Sheryll... You need to work on your temper, girl. I bit my lip for a few second and winced. I looked up at the man when he noted that I was bleeding more. "Look..." I mumbled with effort. "If you want to help me. Tell me where a working car is.” I demanded of him. I could still feel the intense pain coming from my arm. It was like someone lit a match and impaled me with it! I heard him talk about how the only working car was destroyed by a brutish zombie. What is he talking about!? He's insane!... What am I going to do now? They move faster than me, now. Transportation is broken. And jerkface McMask is being bothersome... And my arm. Oh god my arm! It wasn't THAT big! Why is it hurting so much!? It had to have been several minutes of silence, him watching the confused, angry, and pained expressions. Finally I couldn't take it. "Ooh!! God! I don't care who you are, just make the pain go away! This is horrible!" I shouted. I've received some bad wounds over my time of surviving but never have I been stuck with something that I ripped out senselessly!
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