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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 3 2015, 04:56 PM Post #1321 |
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Is that so?
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"I guess it was too much to ask for an easy trip, huh?" Randall pouted when they realized it was snow. The heavy clouds had been building up all day; but there was no way of knowing how big of a storm they were in for. He was hoping for the best, but already preparing for the worst. At least mentally. It was ironic, he had been waiting for a big blizzard to show up. He wanted to know if the freezing temperatures would kill rotters. Maybe the snow would pass and they would all be dead after being turned to popsicles. Assuming they didn't come back to life after thawing. That would be pretty fucked up. But now he didn't want a blizzard. He wanted to be able to make the last stretch of this trip without getting caught in the middle of a big snowstorm with no electricity. "Maybe it'll freeze all the deadheads." Jennifer suggested optimistically. Randall didn't answer, he just looked out the side window at the flakes of snow fluttering by their SUV. * * * * * Willow leaned to the side and had her head resting on Brandon's shoulder. She had been trying to catch a little sleep before Indianapolis. Her body was still exhausted, and despite that she had been doing something everyone warned her not to do; pushing herself. The past 24 hours had been quite eventful. Even at full health it would have been a day that was both physically and emotionally draining, let alone her current state of health. She could have stayed behind -- in fact, she definitely thought about it for a while. But had she stayed, Brandon may have stayed with her, and he was important to this team. They needed him. But he also could have gone with them and left her alone. That would have been even worse. As far as Willow saw it, coming along was the only choice that made any sense. Unfortunately, she didn't get any sleep. The first signs of snow on the windshield brought with them a pang of worry as she preemptively tightened the scarf she wore around her neck. |
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| Strompy | May 3 2015, 10:18 PM Post #1322 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Oh my god! Snow! Sorry I've just never seen snow before." Julie said excitedly. She knew it was bad news but couldn't contain a kind of childish joy. It hadn't snowed in Los Angeles since before she was born, and even then that was isolated to The Valley. It was maybe the only thing sge looked forward to coming north, well that and the Great Lakes which they hadn't had much chance to enjoy. "Oh the weather outside is frightful..." Julie began to sing quietly. ... "Hey hey, snow. Less miserable than the rain at least." Brandon observed. Less miserable but more dangerous perhaps. However there was one bright side at least. He held Willow a little tighter and buried his face in her hair. "Perfect snuggling weather too." he whispered. |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 3 2015, 10:52 PM Post #1323 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Doesn’t seem like it’s coming down heavy enough,” Eli responded to Randall bitterly. He also held in his reaction to Julie. Like her, this was his first time seeing snow. Unlike her, he was not excited about it. “Isn’t this way too early in the year?” “It’s unseasonable but not unheard of,” Annie responded. She was looking at the snowflakes outside the window with just as much unease. It’s unfortunate, is what it is, Eli thought, but refrained from saying out loud. If Jimmy was around, he probably would have went for it. While annoying, the snow wasn’t keeping them from pushing on. For now, Eli only needed the first setting on the windshield wipers to keep it at bay. * * * With the lake still on their side, the convoy passed state lines without ceremony. Like everywhere else they had been, Eli found himself wishing Michigan a good riddance. That was where they lost Glenda. That was where they had killed even more of the living, some in brutal ways. Despite the snow, which had only slightly picked up if at all, Eli was hopeful he would like Indiana a lot better. Especially because they would only be there for less than hour. Signs on the interstate gave updates as to their distance from Chicago. They were getting there soon. Of course, Argonne wasn’t technically in Chicago. He, Randall and Glenda had determined that way back, when they were initially planning their trip. It was actually in Lemont, a village just outside the city. Getting there would take the group around the centre of Chicago. Hopefully, that would mean avoiding the worst of the danger. The convoy kept rolling past Michigan City, which was a weird name for a city in Indiana. A little while later they were moving beyond Chesterton, and then into Portage. Eli slowed down as the interstate passed a store for hunting and outdoor recreation gear. He could tell from the exterior that it had been ransacked – and from the dead bodies, probably even the site of one or more battles – but that wasn’t what he was interested in. Nearby was a fresh looking sign with a bold arrow pointing west, and bold words to its side. “CHICAGO SAFE ZONE.” “Huh,” Eli said, trying to work out what that meant for them. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise. In New York, they had similarly tried rallying people to quarantine in Manhattan, before that fell apart. He should have expected that other major cities would conduct similar operations. But if New York’s operation fell apart, then Chicago’s probably did too. Surely the people in Flint, at least, would have heard something otherwise and given them a heads up. Eli then remembered what exactly happened in Manhattan. He recalled escaping the city, just in time to see a fleet of helicopters fly over the city, dropping napalm – or what looked like napalm, though Eli lacked the expertise to be sure. After that, they disappeared into the distance, never to be seen or heard from again. Had the same thing happened to Chicago? “Eli?” Annie prompted him from the passenger’s seat. He had slowed down a little too long. “Yeah, sorry,” he said, snapping out of it and pressing back down on the gas, turning the wheel a little to avoid a couple cars that had been abandoned near an exit. Annie looked over her shoulder, back at the sign as the Explorer sped away from it. “What’s that mean for us?” she asked. “I’ll let you know as soon as I figure it out,” Eli responded. “One thing I know for sure – we’re getting close.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 4 2015, 01:55 AM Post #1324 |
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Is that so?
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Jennifer frowned at the sign for the Chicago Safe Zone. She had never heard of it, but it also made sense that she would have never heard of it; there wasn't much communication with anybody after everything went to hell. Surely Geraldine was not the only one to try something. A safe zone should be something that she was glad to see, but it only made her a little nervous. After what had happened at Flint, people were trouble. Especially if they knew where you were camped out. At least there were no secrets with the deadheads. "You've never seen snow?" Randall chimed from the backseat. "You really haven't been up here long." "I remember the first time I saw snow." Jen added as she sank into her seat and looked out the window. "It's pretty sick until you need to work in it. Or go to work in it. Or do anything apart from play, really. But as long as it doesn't get much worse, it's no problem. I'm more worried about that Chicago Safe Zone business. It could mean a lot of things for us." |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 4 2015, 02:00 AM Post #1325 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli kept his mouth shut. He shared Jen's concern, but for now he wanted to stay focused. As the convoy cleared more abandoned small towns, the snow reacted by coming down harder. Eli had to turn the wiper up to the next setting as more flakes burst into drops of the water on the windshield. Eli could feel both his excitement and dread building in time with the swipes of the blades. They passed the edges of an empty city called Gary, observing more signs pointing the way to a supposed Chicago safe zone. Soon after, the wide highway cut through the middle of the city of Hammond, the last stop on their straight shot through Indiana. Technically, it was a part of the Chicago metropolitan area. Technically, they had arrived. It was still quiet, though. When he rolled down the window a little to listen, his cheek was dabbed with snow and the only thing to hear were the same omnipresent distant moans. He shouldn’t have expected anything different, he knew that. For some reason, though, he had. He didn’t vocalize his disappointment. Instead, he pushed forward across state lines once again. The interstate – which had become I-80 a while back – took them once into through urban and suburban areas. The sight wasn’t dissimilar to the sights back in Fort Erie or Flint. There was just more of it. It kind of reminded him of New York, outside the q-zone. He was tense and focusing on the road as he drove through the outskirts of Chicago proper. When it split off, Annie directed him north on the Tri-State Tollway. That was the route they had decided on earlier. It should have led them right to Lemont and Argonne Lab. Should have. “Mierda,” Eli cursed. But that wasn’t enough, so he kept going. “Damnit, damnit, damnit – fuck!” Ahead was a veritable wall of rotters, wandering down the highway in a big clump. They were packed so tight and stretched so wide that Eli couldn’t even begin to guess how many there were. They were as good as a concrete blockade. Eli could hear their collective moaning clearly through the closed up windows.The SUV wasn’t getting through them. “I see them,” Annie says. “What now?” Eli could tell she was putting in extra effort to stay calm. “We go around,” Eli answered, sighing in frustration. This was bound to happen eventually. At some point, deep down, he knew there would be rotters on the highway. But why did it have to happen now? When they were so close? When going around meant going deeper into the city of Chicago? “We don’t stop, and we get back on the highway first chance we get,” he added. “Everybody cool with that? Randall?” He was asking more out of courtesy more than anything else. He knew – as he suspected Randall knew as well – that there weren’t a lot of alternatives. Going through was madness, and the only other direction was backwards. And they were hardly about to go backwards again. It was almost fortunate that there was an exit up ahead, and he had the chance to take it without turning back. Again, he indicated with his blinkers to let Emmett know what was up. When he got off the ramp, Eli’s heart skipped a beat. One of his fears had been realized. Chicago, it turned out, was very similar to New York. This area of the city had been bombed. He didn’t know what would have done this, but the buildings were missing complete chunks, the roads were torn up, and there were burnt out shells of cars on the side of the streets. “Damnit,” he repeated, softer this time. He slowed the Explorer to a crawl, carefully navigating it through the wreckage, hoping Emmett would have an alright time following his trail. When they passed a warehouse, he marvelled morbidly at how little of it remained standing. When they started passing residential streets and saw homes in the same condition, he wasn’t marvelling at all. He continued north, moving slow enough to start making out bodies. At least, what he thought were bodies – they were charred, mostly black and red human shapes, many of them burnt beyond recognition. He couldn’t tell if they were human when they died or if they were something else. He had to hope for something else. Further up the road, there was a mass of bodies on the ground. They had been gathered in a parking lot of a building whose logo had disappeared in the attack. Seeing so many of them in one place was doubly disturbing. “You might want to tell Connor to close his eyes,” Eli said quietly. He looked over to Annie. She seemed just as upset as he was – though surprisingly, not any more so. He had to give her credit. She shook her head slowly, not looking away from the window. She certainly had the courage of her convictions. Eli shook his head as well, and then sped up as much as he dared. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 4 2015, 02:24 AM Post #1326 |
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The sights of the city perked Willow up quickly. She broke away from Brandon, her eyes widened from the visible carnage that surrounded them. Rotters were one thing, but this looked like nothing short of a literal war zone. The only answer she had for this was that the government had carried out bombings in the early days of the infection in an attempt to do damage control. She had heard Eli mention something like that before, but seeing it in person was eerie. And seeing signs of people living here afterwards only further sent a chill up her spine. "What... the... fuck...?" * * * * * "If either of you feel uncomfortable..." Randall was quick to address the kids. "Then put your head down and cover your eyes." He felt weird telling them this after what they had seen already, but this was something else entirely. It was like they had walked into a horror film. Charred bodies, destroyed lives and houses, all being covered by the first snow of the season. Rather than the grisly sight of rotters, this held an eerie and haunting feeling about it. Had the context been different, the peace exuded from it might have been morbidly beautiful. Either way, it left Randall feeling uncomfortable simply driving through it. |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 4 2015, 02:40 AM Post #1327 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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A part of Connor wanted to take Randall up on that offer immediately. A large part. Seeing those gross bodies at the gas station, that was one thing. This sight was another. It was scarier in ways he couldn’t define. It sent a freezing chill through his bones. “Are those… people?” he asked, his voice shaky. He was unable to close his eyes or look away, though, as much as he may have wanted. He just kept looking at the mass of black and red in the parking lot. Even as the SUV drove past it, his body disobeyed his mind and he looked over his shoulder to watch it as it faded away. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 4 2015, 02:44 AM Post #1328 |
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"Not anymore." Randall grimaced. "What happened here, Dad?" Kelsey had a quick followup question ready for him. "I don't know, pumpkin..." |
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| Strompy | May 4 2015, 02:53 AM Post #1329 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Holy shit. Julie exclaimed internally as they were turned away by a colossal herd of deadites. This meant going deeper into Chicago which at thr time seemed preferable. Tgat was until they saw the devastation. The place had been blown to pieces, likely an attempt to control the number of rotters. The bodies in the street were a particularly harrowing sight. Burned alive or eaten alive... tough choice. "Holy shit." she exclaimed out loud as they passed the mass of bodies. ... The amassed bodies they passed reminded Brandon of Mount Kisco, the day after the outbreak. How they had gathered the dead together for burning. Friends and family all thrown together unceremoniously, and people had to content themsellves with whatever words they coukd find before the bodies were carted off. Unfitting and unfair. Even Elaine had been thrown on one of those pyres. These people had just been left. Like garbage. Everyone of them a story with a horrific end. So many... It was a lot harder to feel that kind of pity for active rotters, but that was likely a survival thing. Best not to feel too much pity for something that's trying to tear your throat out. Brandon loaded a round into the chamber of his C8 and nodded to Willow and Emmett that they should ready their weapons too. |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 4 2015, 10:58 AM Post #1330 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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A couple miles later, the wreckage had stopped. The bombing or bombings – or whatever happened here – seemed to have been at least moderately tactical. They had targeted the last area for its high concentration of what he hoped and assumed were rotters. Roughly three blocks away, the city started to look like its normal self again. That still meant eerily quiet and abandoned – but not in shambles. By now, the snow had lightly dusted some nearby buildings, but had mostly melted on the road. Eli found himself hoping and wishing it wouldn’t freeze over. Being from Florida, he had never driven in icy conditions before. This would not be an ideal place to start. He continued deeper into the city, where he could hear more rotters but not see them. He passed more dense residential neighbourhoods and some local businesses that catered to them. Eventually, he arrived at one of the offshoots of the Chicago River. He slowed down again to a full stop. Just past the bridge was a wall, hastily put up. Signage read ‘QUARANTINE ZONE’ and there was some instruction to wait in line while workers checked you. New York did something similar. At first, it was a questionnaire and a mild inspection, and then they hustled people into a secure guarded area. After 24 hours, if they hadn’t showed any symptoms, they were allowed into the zone proper. That only lasted a couple days before the questionnaire became forced strip searches looking for bites and cuts. From what Eli heard, the questionable people were turned away. Others were shuffled off to a sector of the quarantine he never could learn much about. Looking back, Eli hoped they had tried some amputations, but he had to guess they were mostly being executed either immediately or eventually. There was no cure, after all. Here, though, there were no workers. The walls stood alone, with no one manning them. The gate was wide open. Eli could see what he thought were bullet holes on it, and smelled what he knew were bodies. He didn’t know what happened here, but he knew it wasn’t good. And he also knew what he feared coming in. Chicago had truly fallen. Wordlessly, he got out of the car for just a moment to look at the scene and let himself come to terms with it. It doesn’t mean Argonne isn’t still standing, he told himself. Just because the quarantine zone had failed didn’t mean pockets of resistance weren’t still around. Look at Flint – if they didn’t know any better, they could have driven right through it and seen no signs of life if they didn’t have a guide taking them right to Eckinger St. This doesn’t change anything. “This doesn’t change anything,” he repeated his thought out loud, in an effort to assure himself as well as the others. The natural light dimmed a little. Above, the sun had either hit its peak in the sky and had just started its descent, or more clouds had come to join the party. Or ruin the party, more accurately. “Argonne’s a good distance away, and if it’s so important, it probably had its own defences,” he explained, getting back in his seat and closing the door. “Big cities just didn’t make it. We all knew that already.” He headed off, turning the wheel of the car and driving along the edge of the quarantine zone wall. Behind him, he heard Emmett’s truck rumble to life and start following in his path. He was thinking dark thoughts when he finally turned away from the wall, and took a few more turns as he tried to find his way back to the highway. He drove slowly and kept his eyes peeled, and after making a few educated guesses he found a ramp. He arrived back on the tollway, which was now thankfully clear of rotters. He moved north, away from the devastation he had just witnessed. He was eager to be away from it. A couple miles up the road, he had to retract this thankfulness. There were more rotters. Stragglers maybe, of the horde they had passed way back the other way. Or maybe they weren’t. All that mattered was they were there. Eli’s face fell. This time, there wasn’t a convenient exit to get off of. At the same time, though, there were also fewer rotters. There were 20, maybe 30 at most, and they were more spread out. This time, going through didn’t seem so suicidal. If he took the right path, he would only have to hit a few of them before he was on the other side. “I think we can do this,” he said, and he hoped the others got his meaning. “We’ll take a few bumps, nothing too bad. We – and the car – should be fine.” He let the others consider that for a moment. “Alternative is we turn around, come back the way we came,” he added. “That’s not gonna be fun, and I’m afraid we’d get lost ‘fore we found the next on-ramp.” He was making his case, but he didn’t want this to be just his call. No objections resulted, though. Beside him, Annie gave a small nod. “You know what you’re doing,” Annie said, looking concerned but sounding confident. “Through it is,” Eli nodded back. He rolled down the window, letting some snow in, and leaned out to yell back at Emmett. “We’re going through! Stay close!” Emmett flashed his lights, his version of an ‘understood’ – hopefully. Eli rolled up the window and mentally planned his route. He inhaled before he took his foot off the brake and put it on the gas. “Everybody buckle up,” he said. “An’ I mean that literally.” The rotters had their usual look of mindless hunger as Eli quickly approached them. They didn’t have the sense to be afraid, even as the SUV collided with one of them, sending them flying backwards and out of the way. He made a quick turn after that, avoiding the bulk of them, driving down the border of the highway, where only two stood in his way. Thunk-thunk-thunk! The first one he collapsed under the SUV, and Eli drove over him. He could hear him scrape along the bottom of the car before being spit out on the other side. It wasn’t ideal, but it did the trick. Thunk! The second one was a cleaner hit. Eli rammed into his side, sending him spiralling and falling out of the way. “Ah-hah!” Eli let out a single congratulatory laugh when he was on the other side of them. He let out another when he saw in his rear-view that Emmett had stuck to him like glue, and had made it through just the same. He kept driving for a minute, making sure the SUV sounded alright, before he started to talk again. “You know, that went just about as well as…” He trailed off. Fuck. Fuck me for opening my stupid mouth. The tollway was taking them over a river. Just ahead, though, there had been an accident of some sort, who knows how long ago. A car going the wrong way had collided with a car going the right one. A pile-up had resulted. There were nine or 10 vehicles on the street – two of them heavy-looking trucks. They were all dented or worse, all abandoned, and they weren’t the worst part. Rotters. At least as many as they just passed. They were stupidly hovering around the site of the crash. There was a car-sized hole through the wreckage – maybe someone else had already forced their way through, or maybe that was luck – but it was clogged by those shambling undead motherfuckers. Eli was at a loss. He didn’t want to go through and he didn’t want to go back. Back might have been safer, ultimately, but it would still require them pushing through the same rotters they had before, and it would still likely mean wandering around lost, even if only for a while. “There’s a way through,” he said, frowning and pointing at the gap between two of the wrecked cars. “We might be able to make it again.” He sounded unsure. He didn’t like that tone on himself. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 4 2015, 11:40 AM Post #1331 |
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"Fuck it!" Jen rolled down her window and stuck her upper body out of it. No rotters were immediately nearby, so she had a 'window' of opportunity to make this work. She raised her Uzi and pressed it against her left shoulder; she switched off the safety and changed the mode from semi to full auto. RATATATATATATATATATA! Her spray of gunfire pierced the eerie silence of Chicago and pelted the deadheads that were standing between the cars. Standing in the way of their escape. She held the trigger down and kept the weapon steady against her shoulder. She only stopped when she heard the clicking of an empty magazine. There were far too many deadheads to kill with this move, but she did kill a few and cripple a couple of others. It was by no means a guaranteed pass, but there was that much more of a chance that the SUV could make it through. "That should soften 'em up." She announced as she pulled herself back into the SUV and rolled the window back up. She placed a new magazine in her Uzi. "I guess we're going through." Randall conceded after that display. "Jen said the F-word." Kelsey reminded everyone. |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 4 2015, 02:00 PM Post #1332 |
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Eli jumped at the burst of gunfire and hoped nobody noticed him doing it. Beside him, Annie jumped higher – and he definitely noticed. When it stopped, and a few of the rotters in the way were lying dead, he invented some confidence he didn’t really have. Randall had made the call – now it was time to go for it. “We’re going through!” he yelled, hopefully loud enough for Emmett to hear. He pressed down on the gas and gripped the steering wheel hard, rotating it just enough right and then left, putting it exactly in line with the gap. Like before, the rotters in the way stumbled towards him as he did, oblivious to the danger they were in. Before the SUV could collide with the first one, though, there was a deafening CRACK! Ahead, a fissure rippled through a piece of the elevated highway. It split into two and then spider-webbed into many more. Panic seized Eli, his tan skin went pale. He had enough time to slam the breaks, trying to bring the SUV to a stop before the fracture got to him. He wasn’t successful. And as soon as he thought to put it in reverse, the road gave way in front of him, sucking in one of the crashed cars – and all the rotters around it – like it was a drain in a bathtub. “Hold on to something!” Eli was able to scream that, just before gravity started rolling the SUV down into the widening gulf. The section of the highway was breaking apart as they rolled down it. Eli’s world was a blur. He stared through the windshield at the rapidly approaching ground, and a couple seconds seemed to last a couple minutes – long enough for him to disbelievingly realize what was happening. Then the front of the car hit the ground, and an airbag exploded in his face. The next thing he was aware of was the back of the car hitting the ground. He could also vaguely make out the sound of their tires exploding air from under them. The next couple of seconds were a mystery to him, but then the world came spinning back. He wheezed instead of groaned, and pushed his head away from the airbag and back onto the headrest. He became very aware of the seatbelt wrapped around him. “Fuck…” he muttered, without even thinking. Fuck, he thought, when he could think clearly again. He didn’t know how far they had fallen. It had to have been at least 30 feet. But the car had slid some of that distance as the highway was collapsing, going down the wreckage like a ramp. Then they had landed on their wheels. Nothing about this situation was lucky, but it could have been much, much worse. He looked around, trying to get his bearings. They had driven past the river, into some sort of industrial area. Right now, though, they were under the interstate. He could see evidence of another crash, and also the burnt out remains of a tanker truck. It had exploded under here at some point, weakening some of the supports. The charred ground recalled what they had seen almost an hour ago in the city. Beside them was another car that had fallen into the fissure with them. It had landed on its side, and had stayed that way. Ahead of them was one of the trucks, it had been crumpled like a can after taking this second beating. It was still big, though – it’s weight couldn’t have helped the situation above. “Is everyone okay?” Eli asked, looking around the interior and stretching his neck. Beside him, Annie blinked rapidly as she rose from her own airbag. She still had her bruise, from the other day. Otherwise, she looked to be in the same exceedingly fortunate condition as him. “I’m…” THUNK! A loud sound on the roof cut her answer off. Eli and her looked up, then looked to the side as a rotter rolled off the SUV. THUNK! Another rotter. They were walking right into the hole on the highway, and landing on top of or near them. And they weren’t the only things they needed to worry about. Eli looked out Annie’s side of the window. Another group of rotters were ambling towards the crash site, coming from a parking lot in that direction. Group might have even been too tame a word. It looked like almost as many as were on the highway an hour ago. He briefly wondered how there could be so many of them, but he instantly remembered where he was. This was Chicago. Before the outbreak, more than 2.5 million people lived here. This was why they avoided big cities. That group was a couple minutes out. There was no time to recover or rest. They had to get moving now. “Guys?!” Eli prompted, looking back. * * * Emmett’s eyes went wide. It was rare for him to lose his cool, but this sight made him do it – the SUV with Eli, Randall and the others had rolled into a hole on the highway and disappeared from sight. He was able to pump the brakes fast enough, turning and purposely crashing into an abandoned car to keep the trailer from tumbling forward. He, Brandon, and Willow were still on the highway when the chasm stopped spreading. Emmett tried to recover and assess the situation – the hole was roughly three lanes wide and only a couple car lengths long. The rest of the tollway was still blocked by the wreckage that didn’t roll in, however, and there were still plenty of roamers that hadn’t been sucked in after the cars. Not to mention the roamers they passed a bit further back. The situation was bad. Even if the others had survived the fall, it was bad. And that was a distressing if. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 4 2015, 03:49 PM Post #1333 |
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Is that so?
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When the fissure appeared in the road, Randall's heart stopped and panic seized hold of him. The car was going to fall! Randall cursed himself; he had made the wrong decision! But there was no time to regret it. Be decisive. That is what Glenda would tell him. As he felt the car start to lurch downward, he wrapped Kelsey and Connor in his arms and hugged them both close to him. He then brought his torso down low. He closed his eyes and prayed to God. The same God he hadn't spoken to in over a month. He prayed, selfishly perhaps, that this would not be the end for them. That they could at least get the cure to Argonne Lab. Then came the impact. Randall felt his body smash forward violently, the seat belt dug into his flesh and made him groan quickly in pain. His shoulder slammed into the seats ahead of him, but he barely noticed it through the sounds of popping tires, shattering glass, and twisted metal. When the car fell still, he slowly opened his eyes. The SUV was wasted. Movement at the front of the car told him Eli and Annie were okay. In the middle seats, Jennifer was groaning, but looked mostly unhurt, just disoriented. "You kids okay?" Randall winced. "I-I'm okay, dad." Kelsey wiggled under his protective grasp. She looked up at him. Apart from the dried scab on her forehead from the last time they crashed, she looked to be okay. They really did crash a lot, didn't they? "Are you-" Kelsey started. THUNK! A rotter on the roof? And judging from outside, there were a lot more coming down. And even more on their way over. They had survived the fall, but Randall didn't know if that was good luck or bad luck. They had gotten out of the frying pan and directly into the fire. "Yeah, I see them!" Randall answered Eli. "We gotta go!" Jen shouted. She opened the side door just in time for another rotter to fall head first on the open door, busting its head wide open while the body crumpled to the side and hit the ground with a heavy 'thump'. "Shit!" Jennifer almost jumped into Julie. "These things are falling on us, what are we gonna do?" * * * * * "No, no, no, no, no!" Willow chanted like a mantra. After everything that had happened at Flint, it couldn't end like this. She looked at the hole and back to Emmett and Brandon. Fear was written on her face and in her eyes, but she didn't know what to do. She didn't even know what she could do. They just fell off the freeway! Even if they were still alive, it wasn't as if they could just drive down there to help them. She could already feel her old enemy, anxiety, grabbing a hold of her quickly beating heart. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what do we do, what do we do, what do we do!? |
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| Strompy | May 4 2015, 06:28 PM Post #1334 |
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Julie's arm screamed in pain from the impact. Her seatbelt kept her alive and mostly unharmed but the sudden jolt as they hit the ground aggravated her fracture. They were alive, though that didn't count for much. A herd easily as big as the one they passed had taken notice of them. "Just great..." she grumbled as she undid her seatbelt. They had no choice but to continue on foot. She opened her door like Jen and was equally startled as a rotter hit the roof. A couple yards away another hit the ground, its moaning cut out with a grunt as it came down on its face. Julie chuckled involutarily at the almost slapstick natureif it, more out of nervousness than genuine amusement. "I guess we look up." she answered Jen as she climbed out if the SUV and did just that. ... Brandon placed his hands gently on either side of Willow's face, getting her to look at him alone. His expression was calm. He'd gone into his mode again. "Be calm. We have to continue on foot now. Emmett is going to help you climb over that wreck while I hang back and provide cover and then I'm going to follow you. We're going to check on our friends. If they're still alive we'll protect them. If not we'll get the cure and make our way to the lab." he said in an even tone, his eyes locked on hers. Willow was good at this. She just might need a reminder. "It's time to turn your badass on." he informed her. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 4 2015, 06:40 PM Post #1335 |
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Is that so?
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Willow placed her hands on Brandon's wrists and returned his gaze. It was strong. It was confident. It was reassuring. And it was still sexy. She inhaled deeply, so much so that she actually hurt her chest a little, then exhaled. Inhaled. Exhaled. She focused on Brandon. She focused on her friends. She focused on what they needed to do now. She stopped worrying about what happened and what could be and instead thought about what needed to be done. Slowly the panic attack started to disappear. She was regaining her focus. All that was left was to channel her inner badass. Like Brandon had told her. And like Glenda would have told her. "Okay, okay. I'm ready. Let's do this." |
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