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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 16 2015, 02:08 AM Post #1516 |
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Is that so?
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It took Randall a few moments to process what had just happened. He had acted on sheer instinct when the ladder collapsed. All he knew right now was that he was lucky to be alive and that his legs were shaking from the shock. "Yeah, go ahead." He finally told Emmett. "Willow, keep an eye on the kids while he's gone." Randall would rather get the elevator working again, but he knew that there were far too many maybes in that equation for it to be a safe bet. For example, maybe the generator would be down here. Maybe they could get to it. Maybe the place wasn't overrun with rotters. Although Randall's bad feeling hadn't gotten any better since they came here. "And keep your radios on!" Randall remembered the radio he had picked up from the raiders at Flint. He had tuned it into the same frequency that Emmett's radios were using. Eli had one of the radios and Emmett the other, so they had pretty good coverage. He took a few moments to pull his radio out of the bag and flip it on. Now they could hopefully stay in contact. "Could be a while." Randall sighed and told everyone trapped in the elevator shaft with him. "Might as well check the place out while he looks." |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 16 2015, 02:20 AM Post #1517 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Right,” Eli said, failing to mask how uneasy he was by the prospect. Nearby, the broken ladder lay snapped in half, and the two pieces laid horizontally by their feet. The sight of them reminded Eli that there was no immediate escape. They were stuck down here. The thought sent a wave of anxiety rushing up and his spine. He hated feeling like this. He was normally pretty good under this kind of pressure. Being able to stay alert and relatively level-headed in a heated situation had been helpful in previous career, and had gotten him through the last month alive. He could face rotters and people alike without freaking out – could even kill them, when he had to, and sometimes even when he didn't. Those situations made him nervous, sure, but nothing like he was right now. “Brandon’s plan seemed solid,” he said, as he clenched and unclenched his fists, fighting to keep cool. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 16 2015, 02:44 AM Post #1518 |
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"Worst case scenario, we just camp out on top of the elevator car here." Randall tried to assure him. "Maybe pick off the rotters from up here until we can get through. Assuming there are even rotters in there to begin with." What he didn't say was that he was uneasy at the prospect too. He wanted to be out of here as much as anyone. But Emmett might not be able to find rope for a while if at all. It could be hours before anything happened, and Randall didn't want to just sit around for that length of time. Especially when it was just as likely they could find something helpful in the labs. He understood the risks of what he was suggesting, but he had a pretty good crew down here. "Jennifer." "What's up?" She called from inside the elevator car. Randall moved over so he could peer down at her. She had her baseball bat in her left hand and looked like she was ready to go. She peered up at him as he knelt down over the opening. "If there's danger on the other side, Brandon and I will pull you up." "That is what I signed up for." Jen seemed confident, but he read a little bit of uncertainty in her voice too. "Whenever you're ready." * * * * * Right, no problem. This will be easy. Mentally, Jen was already psyching herself up. After that incident in the courtyard above, she didn't have high hopes for this place. But she agreed that they couldn't leave without taking a peek inside. It was possible that there was just science as usual going on behind this door. Of course, if there were scientists down here, what would they beat eating for the past month trapped in a lab with no power? Fuck. She ignored the thought. They were scientists and engineers. They were smart enough to deal with silly things like that. That was their job; to be smart! Or so she kept telling herself as she forced her fingers between the elevator doors and pulled them open with more easy than she expected. "FUCK ME!" Jen screamed as the first rotter surged through the elevator doors. It went straight for her and, being in an elevator, there was nowhere she could really run. She lifted up her right arm and let the rotter sink its teeth into her riot gear. She could hear the screams of surprise from above her and she could hear Randall shouting at her to take his hand. But she couldn't! This thing was pushing her back and gnawing at her riot gear. It pushed her beyond the emergency hatch on top and pressed her back against the wall. She threw her right arm out to the side and bashed the rotter against the wall. Her heart sank; beyond the elevator doors was a horde of rotters, gnashing their teeth and forcing themselves inside the elevator. "Fuck fuck fuck!" She screamed. She kicked her leg out and pushed the first few back. Then slammed her baseball bat into the head of the one she had pinned and killed it. As it collapsed, she stomped on the head of another as it tried crawling up to her ankle. With her hand free, she executed a third with a quick swing of her bat. But no matter how many she could take down, her back was against the wall and there were a lot more on the way. Oh God, I am going to die, aren't I? |
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| Strompy | May 16 2015, 03:16 AM Post #1519 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"JEN!" Brandon yelled. His blood ran cold as the rotters surged in. In the panic he completely forgot the implication that it meant their hopes for the cure were dashed. All he could think about was getting one of their's to safety. He began opening fire on the rotters in the doorway with the HK. In this enclosed space opening fire with his C8 would be deafening. he held his rifle and its flashlight in his left hand, illuminating the interior of the elevator, and with his ran began picking off rotters with his suppressed pistol. POP POP POP Cold focus took over again as he began firing. Every shot at this range was a kill. "GRAB HER!" he managed over the cacophony of the rotters below. |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 16 2015, 03:47 AM Post #1520 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli’s panic intensified as the rotters swarmed into the and Brandon started shooting. The gunfire in the small space flooded his ears, it was all he could hear. He saw Brandon’s mouth move but couldn’t make out the words. He knew Jen was in trouble, though. He was probably saying something about that. She was backed up against the wall, though, out of reach. They’d need to get to her and then help her up. “Fuck!” he screamed, forcibly shoving his fear to the back of his mind as best he could. He didn’t let himself think about it – he just jumped through the hatch, landing in a crouch in the center. As he looked up, rotter bodies kept falling forward, holes through their heads courtesy of Brandon. They just kept coming, though. They were mostly wearing lab coats. A few wore collared shirts and ties. There were a couple women in pantsuits. The elevator was big, though, and as the rotters streamed through they were pushing the doors all the way open. Brandon couldn’t pick off every one of them before they were through. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! From his crouched position, he drew his Supergrade and clicked back the safety. He fired at a face in front of him, then turned and fired at another face that had almost made it adjacent to him. Then he turned and fired again. That last shot struck a rotter in the chin – dazing it only for a second. Eli struggled to keep his panic in check as he squeezed the trigger. BLAM! BLAM! Click. He landed two shots in the cheek, just under the eye, and then he was out of ammo. It would have meant the end of a person, but he wasn’t dealing with a person. The rotter lunged for him before he could stand all the way up. He raised his newly armored forearm, blocking its teeth. It collapsed on him, though, and he fell backwards. When he hit the ground, he lost his grip on his pistol and felt it slide away. “Fuck!” he repeated, and shoved the rotter off him. He was on his back now. Ahead, rotters kept coming, stumbling up and over the bodies in the way. A few in the door now were wearing hazmat suits – coveralls with polyethylene coatings and masks over their face. They wouldn’t be able to bite through it, but they looked heavy and unwieldy and like huge pain in the asses regardless. Even in the midst of the chaos around him, their appearance drove an obvious realization home. The lab was lost. For a second, the thought distracted him from Jen, or from even getting up. The rotters kept flooding towards him. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 16 2015, 04:08 AM Post #1521 |
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Is that so?
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The sudden appearance of Eli jumping in through the ceiling and landing in front of her was a huge relief. But more importantly, he gave her time. As Eli was shooting and brawling with the rotters that had their eyes fixated on her only moments ago, Jen was given enough time to drop her bat and grab hold of her Uzi. In a quick motion she flipped the safety off and switched the firing mode to single shot. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! With the Uzi on her shoulder and her finger dancing on the trigger, Jen was on pure autopilot. She aimed for the head of an approaching rotter, pulled the trigger, and moved onto the next. It didnt even matter if they were wearing a hazmat suit; a 9mm bullet punched through that with relative ease. And at this range, it was hard to miss, especially with the wall at her back. BAM! BAM! Click. Click. Click. Jen could have cursed herself for forgetting to put in a new magazine. There was still no end in sight to the rotters and now her gun was empty. * * * * * "That's a lot of gunshots." Willow's heart started pounding like a drum. She could already feel another anxiety attack coming on. As terrified as she was that not everyone would make it out, she was mortified at the possibility of Brandon being one of them. After that whole speech she had given about how they would look out for each other, now they were separated. Whatever was down there, it was serious. It sounded like everyone was shooting. It must have been rotters. Rotters down the elevator. There must be a lot of them. Please be okay, please be okay. "Are they okay?" Kelsey sounded worried. That's right. Willow wasn't the only one up here now. With Emmett gone, Kelsey and Connor were in her care. As notoriously terrible as she was with kids, they needed her to look strong now more than ever. She couldn't be freaking out in front of them. "Y-yeah." She took a moment to recompose herself before reassuring Kelsey further. "It just... I guess the lab wasn't still standing like we had hoped." "Wh-what now then...?" "I dunno, Kels. Maybe they can find something out down there before Emmett gets back." Willow shrugged. "But we gotta stay here and make sure the place is clear for them when they get back." Please be okay, you guys. Brandon. |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 16 2015, 04:24 AM Post #1522 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli remembered the danger he was in, and his mind snapped into focus – just as one of those rotters in the hazmat suits fell on him, dead and limp. It was a big guy, too. Eli groaned as he tried to push it off him. In his head, he planned his next move – go for his knife, maybe his baton too. Start fighting like he did with Brandon in that trailer warehouse, when they couldn’t see three feet in front of their faces. That plan was thwarted, however, when a second rotter – only slightly smaller than the first – fell on top of him right after. Eli felt the breath escape from his mouth upon the impact. He was trapped under the bodies, now, and he couldn’t reach his weapons. Oof! He felt a third body join the pile. He couldn’t see it over the yellow suits of the two already on him. He saw the feet of more rotters as they moved towards him, but then kept going, moving towards Jen at the back of the expansive elevator. The plus side was they had lost track of Eli under the corpses. The down side was that they hadn’t lost track of Jen. And judging by the sudden lack of Uzi-fire, she had run out of bullets. Fuck! He struggled under the weight of the rotters, desperate to intervene. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 16 2015, 04:42 AM Post #1523 |
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Jen barely had time to throw her Uzi back over her shoulder and pick up her baseball bat before the closest rotters were already on top of her again. These things are relentless! They lunged at her with their disgusting faces and gnashing teeth. She took one out with a compact swing of her bat, but she doubted that it was enough to kill it. The ones behind it were on top of her almost instantly and again she relied on her armored arm to take the bites. The two rotters that bit chomped down hard. They couldn't get through the police-grade armor it provided, but like dogs, they kept their teeth clamped down. While they had her pinned, she noticed the first rotter she had hit with her bat just a moment ago crawling towards her unprotected leg. It made a grab for her, but she lifted her foot up high out of its reach and then brought her heel down full force on its skull. With a disgusting crack, it's skull burst open and her foot implanted itself in rotting brain matter. I'm not dying here! Jen grit her teeth and summoned every ounce of strength in her body. But a baseball bat was a terrible weapon in these quarters. The butterfly knife! She had picked up the butterfly knife that Maxwell's betrayal note had been pinned by. And pocketed it! It was still in her pocket! She dropped the bat and desperately reached into her pants pocket. The rotters were groping at her, biting at her, and more were appearing behind them, applying more weight against her. The only thing that held all the rotters at bay was one arm covered in riot gear. She finally wrested the blade free of her pocket, flipped it open, and thrust the knife into one of the rotter's head that was latched onto her arm. It let go of her arm and fell limp. Jen threw her right arm out and smashed the remaining trotter against the well and thrust her left arm out to stab another nearby rotter through the eye. She then brought her right arm back in, pulling the hapless rotter with it, and knocking a few of them back. Jen was putting 100% into fighting and staying alive. Thrashing, fighting, struggling for her life. Adrenaline had taken over and she acted on pure instinct. She barely even heard the roar of gunfire around her. She forgot about the presence of Eli entirely. The only thing on her mind was fighting and surviving. At that moment, someone else dropped from the ceiling. Randall? He landed on a pile of rotter bodies that the still 'living' rotters couldn't seem to traverse very well. He threw a hard kick at the nearest one and, his own knife drawn, joined the fray. He quickly took full advantage of the riot gear on his arms to start aggressively knocking aside rotters and absorbing their bites. Of course, Jen was still focused on keeping the rotters on her side of the elevator off of her. |
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| Strompy | May 16 2015, 09:35 AM Post #1524 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon emptied the last two rounds in his HK at two of the rotters assaulting Jen. He didn't wait to reload. Instead he dropped it where he knelt and drew his knife. That was all three of them down there now. Eli was pinned under a pile of corpses, Jen was ferociously fending off several of her own and Randall had perhaps unwisely joined the melee. Brandon dropped down and immediately crashed into one of the rotters inside, pinning it agaibst the wall and driving his knife under its chin. It slid limply to the floor. He turned his attention to another and kicked the side of its knee. Its leg bent in an unnatural way under the force. If it vould feel pain it would be howling. Wasting no time he drove the blade into the side of its head. That left the interior clear. Randall kept kicking and shoving the rotters at the door. Brandon shoulder barged into one as it attempted to move to the side of the pile partially blocking the entrance. It staggered backwards and eventually tripped over back the way it came, where it collided with more rotter traffic, tying them up for a split second. Using the new armor to full effect Brandon shoved his forearm under another rotters chin and bullrushed it back. There was no telling how many more rotters were behind these ones, eventually they could be worn out and overrun. Brandon was back in that warehouse, in the dark, full of savage energy. He swung his blade hard piercing the skull of another incoming rotter and then forcing its corpse back, adding to the pile that had been accumulating at the door. His ears were ringing and he could only see red as a desperate fury took over setting every muscle in his body on fire with adrenaline. He shouted with defiant anger with every kick, every swing and every shove. All the desperation of the past fortnight, every pain and trial came down to this moment. The loss of the cure was completely forgotten in his frenzy as he stabbed and punched and kicked at every body that came before him. |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 16 2015, 11:01 AM Post #1525 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Now alone on top of the cab, Annie looked down and her eyes kept getting wider and her ears kept ringing. They were all fighting for their lives now. Eli had gone into save Jen, and had disappeared. Randall had impulsively followed him in to provide cover. Then Brandon had done the same. She crouched to get a better look at the door, as her heart kept beating faster. Like after falling through the bridge, the situation had escalated faster than she knew how to deal with. Too fast to even deal with the other implications. Brandon was fighting viciously to keep rotters from streaming in, and was even successful for a short while. It was an impressive feat, but the doors were too wide, and he couldn’t keep rotters from making it to either side of him. He was going to get overrun. They all were. She thought of Connor, waiting up above for her to return. Then she thought of Randall and Jen, and even Brandon and Eli, fighting for their lives and on the verge of maybe losing. She jumped in. She instantly regretted it. She landed awkwardly on a couple of dead rotters, like Randall had, then stumbled sideways. With shaky hands, she grabbed the handle of her pistol and drew it awkwardly from her side. She raised it at a rotter to Randall’s left. BANG! Just as the din of gunfire had stopped, she added to it, hitting the rotter in the side of the neck, not stopping it. BANG! BANG! In her panicked state, she squeezed the trigger twice, even though the first shot buried itself in the rotters temple, sending it falling against another incoming rotter, but then being pushed the other way, towards her. She sidestepped out of the way, it landed on her shoes. She looked down – and noticed another rotter on the floor, crawling towards her. A shot to the face had felled it but had narrowly missed the brain. Shit! BANG! BANG! BANG! She let out a short cry, then unloaded into it, nailing it three times in the back of the skull. She was panting already. She felt totally out of her league, not to mention ridiculous in her hot pink jacket and riot armour. She looked back up to the expansive entrance way. Rotters in lab coats continued to surge in. A rotter with stringy dark hair on the edge locked eyes with her, and ignored Brandon to come at her. Click. She blinked, stunned, then raised both arms, shielding her face. The lady rotter thrashed at her. * * * The fight had only grown more chaotic, Eli could tell but couldn’t see all the details. He struggled for breath under the weight of the rotters piled atop him, and squirmed backwards. He was making incremental progress. He was sent into another stratosphere of panic, however, when a rotter hit the ground beside his pile. It had been stabbed in the face and shoved aside in the melee – Eli wasn’t sure by who – but it wasn’t dead. Its milky yellow eyes met Eli’s. It extended an arm and started to crawl towards his exposed face and neck. “Fuck! Help, help, I need help!” Eli wasn’t too proud to start coughing out his plea. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 16 2015, 01:30 PM Post #1526 |
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With everyone's help, Jen was finally free of the tomb of rotters she had found herself in. Brandon picked off the few that were still on her, then had jumped down himself and helped stem the flow of them with Randall. Her chest was already heaving from the effort of fighting for her very life, but she didn't have any time to rest. Everyone else was still fighting. She took the situation around her in. Annie was out of bullets and had one rotter coming for her and Eli was pinned underneath a pile of them and screaming for help. They were in no position to help themselves, let alone each other. And Randall and Brandon both had their hands full at the moment. It fell onto her shoulders to act. Jen surged across the elevator towards Annie, bounding over the rapidly accumulating pile of corpses with her throbbing leg. She rammed the butterfly knife in through the eye of the rotter that was going for the doctor and forced it to the ground. "Cover us!" She knew that was a tall order for Annie, but there wasn't really anyone else she could ask right now. This was a pure survival situation. She darted back towards Eli and was there in a single step. She grabbed the rotter by the collar of its lab coat and lifted it up enough so that she could stab it in the temple and end its miserable existence. I am so fucking sick of these things. "I got ya!" She told Eli. Jen started rolling some of the corpses off Eli to help him escape. Still, she was keeping one eye on everyone else and was ready in case she had to jump in and help anyone. * * * * * Randall knew when he jumped in that it had been kind of a brash decision, but it was the one he had made anyway. After Eli jumped down, he knew that getting everyone out was not going to happen anymore. And he wasn't confident enough in his aim to pick off rotters left-handed with a gun while a few of his friends were in the elevator. At the moment, the decision seemed almost like the most logical one. It was the only way he'd be able to help. But now he stood near the elevator door, low to the ground with both arms held out in front of him. Rotters pushed and gnawed at him. On occasion he would see a chance and take a stab at one of their faces and take them down, but in general he had to play this defensively. There were simply too many bearing down on him for much movement. He did have enough in him to throw a couple of rotters off his left arm long enough to get a few kills in with his knife, but he was overwhelmed just as quickly and had to go back to the defensive game. Thank God for this fucking riot gear! Then he noticed a rotter slip through the line down below. Randall was filled with a cold terror as the cheeky bastard went right for his crotch with its rotten teeth. "No!" Randall grunted through his struggle. He threw his hips back at the last moment, but its teeth still bit down on the cloth of his jeans. It didn't feel like he got anything more than that but Randall wasn't completely sure with the gallon of adrenaline in his body right now; either way it was terrifyingly close for comfort. The rotter gnawed at his pants and tried to move deeper in, but Randall placed his heel on its back and actively started pushing it down to buy himself time. |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 16 2015, 01:55 PM Post #1527 |
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“Thank you…” Eli managed as he caught his breath. With Jen’s help, he could finally escape from the pile of the dead. When there was only one body on him, he was able to crawl backwards and reach for his belt. His hand found the handle of his baton, so he went with that, extended as he kicked a body out from under his legs. “God damnit!” he cried, venting his fear and frustration on another rotter that had landed to his side but was still moaning. He looked over – a rotter was biting at Randall’s crotch. He cried out again, rolling onto his hip and swinging the baton into the side of the rotter’s face. He heard and felt teeth smash from the impact. He rolled again and spun on the floor – it was almost like a dance move – and then struck the rotter again with his foot, knocking its grip loose and sending it to the floor. He wanted to ask Randall if he was okay – he didn’t see blood, at least, and that was a good sign – but time was limited. There was seemingly no end to these goddamn motherfuckers. He rose to his feet. For a moment, there were no more rotters to engage with. Brandon was keeping them at bay, now with Jen’s help, and even Annie’s – the doctor looked out of place but determined as she drew a knife Brandon gave her, and started swinging. It wasn’t sustainable, though. And as long as the rotters kept coming, there wasn’t going to be an opportunity to get them all back up through that hatch. In the back of his head, he also figured they had come this far – they might as well keep going. Eli seized the moment he had, and charged forward like a linebacker. He brushed past Brandon and Jen, slamming into rotters with his shoulder-pad, knocking them aside with his superior bulk. He made it through the elevator doors and into the next room, finding himself surrounded by the dead. As he charged, he lashed out with his arms, swinging at rotters, knocking them aside, trying to clear a path. “Come on!” he yelled. He figured it was their only hope. He made it a few meters in, and was still surrounded. He felt like he did whilst escaping the warehouse, only this time the rotters knew he was there and were gunning for him. Only his armor and his adrenaline was keeping him safe. He came to a stop after knocking a heavier rotter down. He kicked out at the one behind it, and kept swinging his arms. He saw rotters biting down on the armour, but couldn’t feel it, either because of his adrenaline or because the gear was too thick. The lab down here was massive, he realized. At least a hundred people could have toiled away in its premises. Judging by the swarm of rotters, at least a hundred people probably did. He could only catch glimpses of the area over the frenzy of movement. He saw a walkway and some open doors. Rotters streamed in from those directions. He kept fighting. He saw a closed door. No rotters nearby. If they could get through, it might mean their salvation. “Over there!” he yelled, just as the ringing in his ears started to settle. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 16 2015, 02:15 PM Post #1528 |
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As Eli took off, Randall waited at the elevator. He waited for Jen to sprint by, swinging knife and baseball bat in tandem like a frenzied berserker; he waited for the less capable Annie; he waited for the thrashing Brandon. After they all followed in the wake of Eli, Randall brought up the rear. He threw his armored arms out to the sides as if he were breaking free of some restraints. He threw the rotters around him aside and created an opening for himself to follow after everyone else. His sort of situation reminded him of his high school football days. Charging across the field with the football in hand, dodging and fighting everyone that came his way. But this was more brutal than football. A rotter came for him and he drove his elbow into its face. He rammed a knife into its cranium. Whatever it took to get them out of the way. "GO!" Randall screamed at everyone ahead of him. He didn't care where. It didn't matter. What they were doing here was the equivalent of suicide, but it was the only choice they really had right now. All they needed to do was get somewhere out of the line of fire. |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 16 2015, 02:20 PM Post #1529 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli finally escaped the mass of rotters. Somehow, he felt like he got through it without a bite – at least not one that he could feel. When he knew there would be nothing at his back, he immediately turned around and shoved the one closest to him, helping Jen escape behind him. “The door!” he yelled to her. He swung his baton in a wide arc, slamming it into the head of another rotter, covering her. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 16 2015, 02:28 PM Post #1530 |
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Acting on pure instinct alone, she swung her bat wide and knocked aside a rotter coming at her from the right, used the momentum to carry her into a spin and stab another rotter in the temple with the butterfly knife and push it to the ground. She ducked underneath the grasp of a third and elbowed it in the jaw to knock it away and took out the legs of a fourth with a swing of her bat. Then Eli's baton cleared out another one and she found herself in the open with a door ahead of her. A door that Eli was shouting at her to run for. She didn't stop to think about it, she just acted. Without bothering to drop the knife, she twisted the doorknob on the door. And it opened. "It's open!" She called. She could already see the others emerging behind her from the mass of rotters. |
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