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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 9 2015, 10:12 PM Post #196 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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"I got one," Mac offered. He had been quiet since saving Jeff's life, but spoke up as he dug the pistol out of his waistband and raised it for Brandon to see. "I have the other," Jose responded, sounding unsure. He seemed a little bit uncomfortable, maybe because of the drama that had just unfolded, but just as likely because of the gang of dead people that were separated from the group by a set of shaking doors. His eyes were fearful, and trained on those doors, even as he answered. "Works out, then," Eli said. The banging continued, and it wasn't getting less unnerving. He steeled himself anyway. "Randall. What do you think?" |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 10 2015, 05:05 PM Post #197 |
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Is that so?
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"It's a good idea." Randall replied sullenly, his tired eyes barely making contact with anyone as he looked at the gym door. "I hadn't even considered it. Looks like already got one in each group though, so we're golden. Anything else I might have forgotten?" Willow frowned. Randall was clearly distracted now. And Jose was scared. It was something she could relate with all too well; she had been living in a near perpetual state of terror for the past month. And she was tired of it. Without even thinking, without really even knowing what she was doing, she walked up to the weary man. "Hey, uh, Jose?" Willow tilted her head at the older groundskeeper. "You know, we could swap places if you wanted? You could watch the trucks with the rifle here and I could take your gun and look around?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 10 2015, 07:56 PM Post #198 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli glanced over at Willow as she made the offer, then looked to Jose. The older man slumped his shoulders, but wordlessly held the pistol -- which had a suppressor and laser aiming module -- out for the younger girl to take. "Hurry back," he said, sounding a little ashamed. "We aim to," Eli responded for her, then looked to Willow. "Come on, chica, let's move. We meet back here in no more than 10 minutes. If anyone's not here in 10 minutes, we're all going to have to go looking for them, so be quick." With that, he renewed his grip on his grip on his knife, and started walking left down the hallway. He waited for Brandon to light the way with the flashlight on his assault rifle. He spared a glance over his shoulder to see that a still-silent Jeff was on him too, and so was Willow. They arrived at the first door and Eli came to a stop. It led into a large assembly space that had bordered the group ever since they had come inside. Eli carefully opened the door and tensed up, ready to strike if a rotter fell out of this one like it had the last. It didn't, though. When the door was all the way open, they were greeted by a barely visible empty space. Only a sliver of sunlight made it through a crack in one of the boarded up windows, illuminating nothing. Eli stepped aside a little bit, making room for Brandon. "You see anything?" he asked. He waited as Brandon shined the light around the room in an arc. There was nothing. Just an empty stage and a floor of broken chairs. It didn't seem like anybody had died in this room, either permanently or temporarily. Eli moved on until there were three doors on his right. He opened each of the doors, finding two changing rooms and a bathroom in the middle. He had Brandon stand at the door with the light as he swept the bathroom, preparing for a zombie attack at every stall. Fortunately, none came. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything to find but toilet paper. He grabbed a couple rolls anyway and shoved them into his pack. He repeated that process with the two changing rooms, and found the lockers were either locked shut or empty. "Nothing," he said as he walked out of the women's. "Let's try the classrooms." He headed across the hall. * * * Mac watched Willow walk off for a second too long before exhaling. He cleared the business with Andre and Jeff out of his mind, and focused it instead on the task ahead. He turned to the people that remained -- which included Jose and Glenda, as well as Randall, his daughter, Andrew, and the new girl. He gripped his pistol with both hands and gave his leader a determined nod. "If another one of those things pops out, I'll handle it, boss," he said. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 10 2015, 08:35 PM Post #199 |
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Is that so?
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"Thanks." Randall nodded to Mac. "Glenda, Jose. If anything happens, we'll be back here as soon as we can." Now it was finally time to start moving. Hopefully there would be no more drama to follow, and he hoped Andre would put this situation behind him for the time being, although he felt good about having Mac around. He was definitely reliable and far more stable than Andre. There were a lot of rooms to check and, for once, Randall started to feel good as his mind focused more on business and less on babysitting. After scanning through a few dark and long abandoned offices, Randall couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. All they found was just scattered papers and office supplies; some rooms it was like a tornado had swept through, leaving nothing but chaos in its wake. Anything that had any use or value looked like it had been taken during the frantic scramble that had clearly taken place here. The lack of people, dead or undead, was eerie, but Randall just tried to count his blessings. With a silent nod to everyone, Randall told the group it was time to head to the next room. After Andre left, he pocketed a half-filled box of cigarettes that was tucked between two books on the desk and followed everyone else to the next room. And this one was something different. "Julie, hold that light a little higher if you can..." Randall muttered, which was silly considering she was already doing just that. Although they couldn't see all of it, the light illuminated the majority of a large conference room that seemed to be in a state of similar disarray, but was spared the same chaos as the other rooms on account of having less actual paper; something Randall was thankful for. Unfortunately, there didn't appear to be anything in here either, but there were a lot of cabinets that lined the walls of this room. And they had only been out for a few minutes. They might as well take advantage of the time and look around this room, because the offices had been more or less a bust so far. "It can't hurt to check out this room a bit." Randall told everyone. "Just be careful and-" "Dad, I think I saw something move under the table." Kelsey interrupted. The center of the room was adorned with a few large tables positioned in a large square formation. At Randall's behest, Julie lowered the lantern to ground level, Randall ducked down with it. Amidst the papers and trash that layered the floor, the glowing eyes of a few rats stared back at all of them and scattered a moment later. Randall let out a sigh of relief. "Just rats. But don't let your guard down." ***** Willow's heart was pounding in her chest. One the one hand, she knew this was a stupid idea, why would she agree to swap places with Jose? The choice still confused her, but something also felt different. The silenced HK clasped between her clammy hands, shuffling about a series of dark rooms and hallways with a crew of capable survivors, rotters potentially around every corner. After the events at the lodge, this seemed... easier. A lot easier. "This place has been cleaned out." She commented to nobody in particular as they moved towards the classrooms. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 10 2015, 09:17 PM Post #200 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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"Maybe," Eli responded, with a grim expression. "Maybe we weren't the first ones here." He entered the classroom across the hall. He thought he might think about his own days at school, but the state of this classroom was too far removed. There was a whiteboard instead of a chalkboard, and the desks and chairs had all been flipped over. That had probably happened in the rush to escape, but if others had been here before them, it could have been their handiwork. There was a sudden movement, and Brandon's light found the source pretty quickly. It was a rotter, on its stomach, reaching out for them. Eli tensed up, expecting it to climb to its feet and start its stumbling charge, like he was so used to. Instead, it just crawled forward an inch, then another inch. At the sight of Eli and the others, it cried out its awful cry. "Someone musta taken out his legs on the way out, like that other one," Eli said, studying it for a second. "I've got it." He brandished the knife. He walked towards the crawling rotter, reaching him in just a few strides, and leaned over. The rotter reached out its skeletal hand at his face when he got close. Eli craned his neck, dodging it, then brought the ka-bar down into the top of the zombie's skull. It pierced the bone with a satisfying thunk and the rotter's arm fell limp to the ground. With a grunt, he removed the knife, then wiped the gore on his pant leg. He stood up and looked around anew as the others walked in after him. "Also clear," Eli said again with a frown. "Come on." The next classroom over was in the same state, except there were a wall of cabinets on the ground also. When Eli confirmed there were no rotters, he and the others swiped through them. Nothing there but paper and school supplies that Eli couldn't imagine would be useful. There were binders, a stapler, some pencils and erasers -- but no food. "Damnit," Eli said, kicking a cabinet in frustration, and regretting it instantly when it resulted in a clang. Luckily, no moans answered. He brushed past Jeff, who moved aside without complaint. Eli looked back to see his face was still a little white -- the encounter earlier had maybe left him a bit more shell-shocked than Eli initially thought. He had missed out on the attack on the lodge, after all. Could be that he never came that close to death anymore. Eli couldn't think about Jeff, though. He still had a job to do. He readied himself when he reached the next classroom door, then opened it and took a step back. "Grgh!" A rotter's sudden moan greeted him, sounding out only a couple feet from his face. This one was a woman, with long spindly blonde hair falling in bunches from her scalp. She wore a casual dress stained with viscera over dark leggings. A light jacket hung in shreds around her shoulders. She might have been pretty, once upon a time. Maybe she used to work here. Eli had those thoughts, but he didn't forget about self defense. When the woman shimmied a few steps his way, he was ready with his ka-bar. With another grunt, he drove the knife into her forehead and slammed her against the wall with his bulk. Like the last one, she quickly went limp under his weight. There was another moan, and Eli looked over. Fuck, he thought, as he realized there was a second rotter behind this one, also a woman. She was only a few paces from where Eli had pinned the other rotter to the wall. She growled and opened her mouth, stumbling forward in his direction. * * * "Jeez," Mac whispered, the HK shaking a little in his hands. He was only one second away from shooting, but he didn't want to tell Randall that. After embarrassing himself on the road, he wanted to prove himself to the older man. He hoped saving Jeff -- despite his dislike for the guy -- had gone a little ways to doing that, but he needed to do more. He needed to be valuable, like Eli and Brandon. He circled around in place, holding the pistol at the ready. |
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| Strompy | Feb 10 2015, 09:42 PM Post #201 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Julie shuddered as the light hit the rats. She knew it was strange but even amongst all this horror rats still terrified her. "Gross gross gross gross gross." she muttered to herself. She shifted uncomfortably in place, paranoid that rat may crawl over her foot at any moment. Brandon never had much hope that they would find anything, but still felt compelled to continue searching the building. It was good experience for them at least, working together, watching each other's backs. Real team building stuff. "There's a storage room on the other side of the gym. We have have more luck there." he said as they nade there way to the next room. Brandon kept his light on the rotter Eli found there, entering behind Eli and circling around. Another moan got his attention. He kicked the rotter in the chest sebding it staggering back a few feet. "Willow!" he whispered sharply fixing his flashlight on the threat. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 11 2015, 08:19 PM Post #202 |
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Is that so?
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Randall sighed. A quick search of the conference hall had yielded no gains. Whoever had been here before had either been real thorough, or there was never anything here to begin with. It was starting to feel like a waste of time, but he wasn't about to call off the search just yet. "Guess we better head to the next-" "Grrrrrrrgghhh..." Randall's body tensed up immediately. That was definitely not a rat. At the only entrance to the room, one of the rotters had apparently managed to stumble in. Dressed in a pair of bloodied slacks and a collared shirt that was probably baby blue at one point, the man's dead eyes set themselves on Julie, who was the closest one to the door. And unlike the one from before, this one didn't have any injuries to his legs to hinder him from moving. It let out a guttural growl and lunged towards her, reaching out its rotten hand and gnashing its exposed teeth. Behind it, Randall was certain he could see a second one, but it was masked in the dancing shadows of the first. "Shit, Julie!" Randall cried out louder than he had thought. He instantly made a dash for her, but he was on the far side of the room; he would never be able to make it in time. At that same moment, Kelsey, who had been near Julie, thrust her pilfered knife into the knee of the first zombie. It stumbled and made a swipe for the young girl, but Kelsey had already withdrawn the knife and run away. Randall wanted to chastise his ten year old daughter later, but he couldn't deny that the quick move had bought Julie a few seconds. ***** Acting more on primal instinct and fear than actual logical brainpower, Willow lifted the handgun and squeezed the trigger at the rotter bearing down on Eli. Willow was caught off guard by the feel of the recoil in a handgun, but her aim was apparently true nonetheless; after a single, sound suppressed shot, the rotter heading for Eli was downed with a single bullet through the brain. As it toppled to the ground in a re-dead heap, Willow suddenly let out a breath of air. She had forgotten to breathe entirely during that quick event, and while her legs were now shaking, her arms were eerily still. Holy shit! Willow thought but didn't have the physical capacity to actually speak out loud. That was a good shot! |
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| Strompy | Feb 11 2015, 10:08 PM Post #203 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Nice clutch!" Brandon commented, observing Willow's handiwork. The first rotter in the room seemed very familiar, he spared a moment to check it out. There was a tribal tattoo on it's lower back that he recognized. Kadie Black. She was one if the early bloomers, started developing very quickly in middle school. He lost his V-Card to her when they got drunk at a party, which was after he lost his acne. They weren't anything special to each other, she got around, but it was another face he recognized. He was glad to be leaving this town soon. ... "Hey!" Julie exclaimed as the rotter took a swipe at her little hero. She swung down with her kukri, severing the offending limb at the wrist. She put a boot to the side of the rotter's head and sent it toppling over onto its side, abd then backed away pkacing herself between Kelsey and the approaching undead. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 11 2015, 10:13 PM Post #204 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli breathed a sigh of relief when the second rotter went down. After he pulled his knife out of the other rotter’s forehead – and wiped the brain matter off on her jacket – he took a step back and let that one fall to the floor as well. “Nice shot,” he said to Willow, and gave her an approving nod. “Seriously.” With the threat now gone, he took a moment to glance around this classroom. It was in the same state as the others, but a gym-bag by the wall caught his eye. He jogged over to it, and tapped it with his foot to test its heft. It was definitely full of something. It seemed soft. Curious, he leaned over, put down the knife, and unzipped the bag. When he saw the contents, his face fell. It was just women’s clothing. He dug his hand in and rifled through it, finding nothing underneath but more of the same. He tried unzipping a side pocket, and found a small gray case. He placed it on the floor and unclipped it, revealing only a makeup kit with some eye-shadow, lip glosses, and a blusher with a mirror. Whoever it was that brought this here had packed more appropriately for a vacation then the end of the world. Eli sighed and closed the kit, tossing it on top of the pile of clothes. As he stood up, he forcefully slid the back across the room to Willow’s feet. “See anything you like?” he asked, a little dejected. He leaned down again to pick up the knife, then walked slowly back towards the door. They were almost done here. * * * Mac’s heart raced as he assumed the proper stance and raised his pistol. He aimed for the rotter by Julie, but then he saw Kelsey – she intervened before he could, and took him by surprise. He hesitated for a second, and then hesitated again when Julie defended the girl with the one-two strike of the amputation and boot to the head. When that zombie was on the ground, Mac finally fired. POW! The suppressed shot was louder than he expected, and it went way off. The zombie started to get up, and now Mac could see there was a second one that had followed it in. Panicking, he focused his aim. POW! Mac fired again, and his heart started pounding even louder. This time, he saw a fan of blood shoot out from the second zombie’s shoulder. The shot staggered it a little, sending it slightly off course of the Asian girl. Mac was about to fire again, but Randall got in the way as he dashed across the room. Mac grimaced from fear and frustration and lowered the weapon. Briefly, he glanced at the other corner of the room to see Andre raising the AR15 he had claimed from Brandon’s house. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 11 2015, 10:55 PM Post #205 |
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Is that so?
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As the initial burst of adrenaline started to drain from her system, it was replaced with an almost paralyzing sense of fear. But it was balanced out by something new, something she had never experienced before, or if she had it had been long forgotten. Exhilaration and pride; she had possibly saved a life and done so in impressively. Sure, she was terrified, but she didn't run. She wasn't ashamed of what she had done. In fact, she had been actively praised! The mix of emotions in her system was so great that it took her a few moments to even realize that Eli had offered her a few things to look at. Taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself down (at least enough to keep focused), she briefly ruffled through the bag of clothes. "They're all s-summer clothes." She frowned and pushed the bag aside. Not like it would matter anyway. There wasn't much in there that was worth anything. Whoever owned this bag had terrible fashion. Too much sky blues and greens and not enough blacks and pinks. ***** The distraction gave Randall enough time to arrive at the scene. While the second zombie was stumbling from Mac's shot, Randall brought the bladed end of his dagger down on top of the rotter's skull in a brutal show of force. The rotter crumpled like a cheap suitcase at his feet. On instinct, he dived on top of the second rotter's back as it lay on the ground and stabbed the blade into its head a few times more than was a necessary. Not once, not twice, but five times did he drive the dagger into its skull, even when it stopped responding after one. Covered in a little more gore than he had been before, Randall wiped the dagger off on the rotter's shirt and got back to his feet and faced the others. "Good job." He said after a moment. "But I think we are done here. Any complaints?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 11 2015, 11:32 PM Post #206 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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"Not from me," Mac replied, a little taken aback by Randall's brutal takedown of the two zombies -- both of whom he had failed to bring down himself. "Me neither," Andre said from the corner of the room. Mac glanced over to see him lower his assault rifle. "Let's go." * * * Eli shook his head to himself, almost amused by the lack of luck in even that arena. "Sounds about right," he said as he reached the doorway. "Come on, we're almost done here." Two rooms remained, and neither took long to search. One of them -- called the 'Multisensory Room' according to a sign on the door -- looked like a child's play area, with carpet flooring and creatively-shaped furniture. The lights that hung off the wall had multiple bulbs too, each of them different colors. The room was probably interesting when it was lit up. Now, though, there was nothing interesting about it -- and there was nothing interesting to find. Across the hall was the 'Environmental Center,' or so the door claimed. Like the other rooms, it was nothing now. Just empty rows of buckets with soil in them, and no plants. It featured a greenhouse-style glass roof, though, so at least the sunlight could get in. Unfortunately, that just made it more readily apparent there was nothing to find. "Shit," Eli cursed again, and headed back into the hallway. He left the door open so some of the sunlight could escape into the rest of the building, then led his team back to the lobby. They got there before Randall's team, and Eli nodded a greeting to Glenda and Jose. "Hey," he said. "Any problems?" |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 11 2015, 11:39 PM Post #207 |
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Is that so?
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Glenda shook her head in response to Eli. "Quiet out here." She remarked. "As quiet as it can be with those those rotters banging on the gym doors, at least." Glenda had truly heard none of the action; the constant droning of the zombies and the thick walls had prevented any sound from really reaching them here in the lobby. While Glenda and Jose had made a little small talk during their ten minutes watching the cars, it was generally uneventful and a little uneasy. But thankfully none of the rotters seemed drawn to this place or their cars. "Hey," Randall grunted as he and his team walked back into the lobby. "Any problems?" Glenda smirked and rolled her eyes at not only the timing, but perfect echo of Eli only moments ago. "Everything's fine. You boys look like you've had some fun, but you've come back empty handed. Not much of a haul, huh?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 11 2015, 11:50 PM Post #208 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli shook his head. "I got some toilet paper," he answered honestly, then looked to Randall and his crew. "How about you?" |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 11 2015, 11:53 PM Post #209 |
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Is that so?
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"This place has been cleared out pretty well." Randall admitted with a frown. "Just a lot of old paperwork." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 11 2015, 11:57 PM Post #210 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli didn't expect a different answer, but clenched his fists in frustration all the same. He roughly shoved the ka-bar back into its holster then looked at the ceiling. He tried and failed to ignore the knocking on the nearby gym doors. In their absence, it had grown even louder, and the rotters behind it had only gotten more tenacious. "Brandon," he cringed, then spoke up. "You said something about a storage room? Behind the gym?" |
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