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| Strompy | May 7 2015, 06:22 PM Post #1396 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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As Julie was being prepared for her test run she had to fight not to be sick. Her infection coupled with absolute disgust was a bad combination, and her nervousness didn't help the situation at all. The idea of standing out in the open, surrounded by those things was terrifying to say the least. Deadites were stupid though, they responded to basic stimuli. Without a sense of smell to distinguish her as human she doubted they'd be able to pick up on some finer ques. She shuddered as Annie finished dressing her up. She could feel the filth on her. Everywhere but her face and hands. If this was their one chance then she wasn't going to half-ass it. She reached up with her sleeve and smeared her cheeks and chin with the appalling mess. It sent a violent wave of revulsion through her and she fought not to vomit with another shudder. She then wiped the backs of her hands, keeping only her palms free so she could still handle things. Like a pistol. "Yeah. You guys get in the office now." she said, drawing her pistol calmly. Showtime. |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 7 2015, 06:38 PM Post #1397 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli had only just returned to the scene. He frowned when she drew her pistol and ordered them all back. He hoped this would work, but in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but doubt. “This is going to work,” he said. “We’ll see you on the other side.” He wanted to hug her or something. She was already sweaty, even before she was smeared with rotter guts, but he would have done it anyway. The only problem was it felt too much like a goodbye. He couldn’t go down that path just yet. Instead, he gave her a firm nod, and headed back to the office with Annie and the others. They closed the door and looked out the wide window as Julie approached the door blockaded with the stacker. Eli found himself holding his breath as she hauled it aside. |
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| Strompy | May 7 2015, 09:29 PM Post #1398 |
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Julie's heart leapt up into her mouth as she moved the pallet away from the door. With only a few heavy boxes in the way the door began to open under the force of that many rotters. She quickly hopped away from the stacker and stood stock still as they began filing in. Slowly she raised her pistol and placed it under her chin in preparation for things going bad. Moment of truth. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 7 2015, 09:39 PM Post #1399 |
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Is that so?
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Randall felt like his heart was beating even faster than Julie's as the first rotters entered the warehouse. She had the gun under her chin for if things went bad and he was tempted to tell Kelsey to look away. He didn't want her to see Julie blowing her own brains out if things went south. Between the putrid smell that everyone had covered themselves in, the cold sweat brought on by the repressed tension in the air, and the long day they had already had, Randall wanted to vomit or faint. Or both. But to his shock, the first rotters walked right past Julie as if she weren't even there. Randall's eyes widened; he couldn't be seeing this correctly, could he? Holy shit... is it actually working!? |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 7 2015, 10:07 PM Post #1400 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Holy shit, it’s actually working. Eli watched with a mixture of stunned disbelief and stunned relied as the rotters moved past Julie, surrounding her without attacking her. Annie’s crazy plan actually stood a chance of getting them out of here. He didn’t smile, exactly, but he eased up on his frown. CRASH! The loudest sound yet broke out from inside the building. Eli craned his neck and could barely see that more windows had fallen, and more boxes had been pushed aside. It looked like the rotters had created another entrance for themselves. “Okay, time to move,” Eli whispered. “I’ll go last.” He put his hand on the doorknob, ready to open it and start wading through the wave of rotters entering the warehouse. That’s when Connor spoke up for the firs time in hours – and spoke way too loudly. “Out there? With those things?” he said, panicked. “Honey, it’s going to be…” Annie tried to assuage him. “No!” Connor said. Again, too fucking loud. “I – I can’t, I can’t do that. They’ll kill me. I’m not – I’m not ready.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 7 2015, 10:23 PM Post #1401 |
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Is that so?
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Kelsey frowned; Connor was panicking. Her dad also looked concerned. If Connor panicked, then they were done. He had never been out here before so she kind of understood why he was so overwhelmed. She panicked the first time she had to stare one of these things down. But now she had gotten somewhat used to it; although this situation was definitely a new one for her too. But as a fellow youngster, Kelsey felt like it was her responsibility to at least try to calm him down. "Connor, listen to me. You'll be fine, I promise." She said to him quietly as she extended her hand. "Hold my hand and close your eyes and we'll get out of here, okay? And think about how you kicked my butt at Mortal Kombat." |
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| Strompy | May 7 2015, 10:26 PM Post #1402 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Shut your fucking face, kid. Julie worked her way slowly through the rotters back to the others. She waited just outside the office, a panicked expression on her face as she looked around at the approaching corpses. It was hard to be sympathetic at the moment, if that kid just made them... if he got Kelsey killed... She made her way to the door and extended her good hand to the girl. Lead by example. |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 7 2015, 10:28 PM Post #1403 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Connor opened his mouth, but hesitated. He looked at Kelsey and bit his lip, then looked back out the window. He was trembling. “I…” CRASH! Connor’s eyes shut tight and his body tensed up as another window went down. Eli couldn’t see it from in here, but he guessed that meant more rotters incoming. They desperately needed to be somewhere else, and that wasn’t going to happen unless Connor calmed down. If he didn’t play this exactly right, he could screw it up for all of them. Eli might have decided it was definitely a bad idea to invite Annie and her son along, if Annie hadn’t been the one to suggest the game plan in the first place. “Honey, Kelsey’s right,” Annie tried again. She kneeled down and put both her gloved hands on his shoulders. “Just close your eyes, stay calm, and move slowly. I promise we’ll be fine.” Connor’s opened his eyes tentatively, still shaking. His view darted from his mom to Kelsey to the rotters filling the room. “What if – what if they eat us?” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 7 2015, 10:34 PM Post #1404 |
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Is that so?
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Kelsey looked at Julie, hesitated, but then turned back to Connor. She wasn't going to leave until she knew he was on board. "They won't." Kelsey grinned despite herself; she had to feign as much confidence as she had right now. "That's why we put this gross stuff on us. And if they try anyway, I'll beat 'em up. Well, my dad will beat 'em up. But we gotta go now." She extended her hand again. "Trust me." |
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| Strompy | May 7 2015, 10:40 PM Post #1405 |
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"We're all going to stay close. We won't let them eat you." Julie whispered her assurance. She could run distraction for the others if they got made. It made sense, she didn't even have more than a day left anyway. And if it came down to it, she could make sure they didn't suffer if they didn't have any options left. She'd have to remember to keep two bullets in her mag, just in case. |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 7 2015, 10:43 PM Post #1406 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Connor still seemed hesitant, but after looking back to his mom – and seeing her pleading expression – he blinked hard and finally reached out. He gripped Kelsey’s hand with one hand and his mom’s with the other. Eli gave Kelsey an impressed look. That was some pretty good motivational speaking, especially from a 10-year-old. Now he just had to hope the pep talk would stick. “Go,” he whispered, reaching for the door once again. “Remember. No noise, no sudden moves.” No more time to waste. He could see the warehouse was filling up. He turned the knob. “Go,” he mouthed, then stepped aside. |
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| Strompy | May 7 2015, 11:00 PM Post #1407 |
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Moving by herself around these things had been stressful. Now she was moving in a chain with two kids in tow it was something else entirely. It made her feel fierce. It gave her a sense of purpose. If she could just do this last thing and help get them out she could feel a lot better about going out. There were a few tense moments as they moved when a rotter would get close, and seem almost to take an interest in them. Their milky eyes passing over them almost appraisingly. If she didn't know better she'd think there may actually be some process happening within that rotting grey matter. The situation afforded a rare close up with the sad creatures. She could almost see them the way they used to be. She pictured them flush with blood. Their slack jaws and blackened drooling mouths twisted into smiles. It was a surreal experience. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 7 2015, 11:06 PM Post #1408 |
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Is that so?
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Randall breathed in as deeply as he dared. He took one final look around the room and met everyone's eyes. They looked scared. They needed him to be strong now more than ever. He needed to lead by example. Connor was scared, but he could see it in Annie and Jen as well. He could see it in Kelsey and Julie. Even in Eli. When the door opened, Randall took the first step through. His mouth was dry with terror, but he did his best to not let it show. By now, rotters were all but flooding the warehouse. A few were trying to force their way through the now broken windows while a majority of them flowed through the door Julie had opened only a minute ago. And that was their exit. Randall put all of his focus into moving slowly, but methodically, towards that door. As he passed his first rotter, he couldn't help but sneak a peek at it. Its glazed over eyes didn't even pay him any heed, it was just wandering aimlessly into the warehouse, towards where it had last heard the sound of food. As he was distracted, another one ran into his shoulder. He stopped breathing, but the rotter mindlessly slid past him and fell in line behind the first one as if they were just two people walking down the road. His confidence grew. They had completely and utterly ignored him. Even if they ran into him, it didn't matter! He felt like he was invisible. He felt a sliver of hope burn brightly in his chest. They could get out of here. Just so long as everyone remained calm and the radio didn't start going off with Emmett trying to find them. I hope Eli remembered to turn the radio off. This would be the perfect time for them to call. Randall risked a look behind him; he saw Annie leading Kelsey and Connor; he saw Jen and Julie. Eli was presumably bring up the rear. So far, the rotters hadn't made any moves on them. They were still invisible to the rotters. Mental note to hug Annie if we make it out of this alive. Going against the incoming flow of rotters felt awkward, but Randall tried his best to be as inconspicuous as possible. And eventually they did reach the door. It was a wide door, but it was definitely the bottleneck. This was going to be the hardest part. Randall took a deep breath (as deep as he could given the overwhelming stench of death) and wiggled his way through the door. In one final push, he slipped between the rotters pouring in through the door which created an opening wide enough for everyone else to follow behind him. And with that, Randall found himself outside once again and standing under the lightly falling snow. There was no joy in his blue eyes though; not yet. Apparently the commotion had brought in rotters from far and wide as there was still a small sea of them trying to push their way inside. As long as the snow stayed light enough to not wash the smell off them, they were home free. Again, he risked a glance at everyone behind him. Everyone was accounted for. Except Eli. Randall's heart skipped another beat. Where the hell was Eli? |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 7 2015, 11:41 PM Post #1409 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli moved quickly as the others filtered out. He opened the desk in the office, pressed his fingers to a stack of paper inside, and dragged them out. They fell like a blizzard onto the floor. It occurred to him that this might be stupid and unnecessary. It might be one risk too many, and he would be better off leaving right now without wasting more time on it. He didn’t know why he didn’t listen to that train of thought. All he knew was that he kept going – he grabbed a pack of matches he had found in the desk when he first searched it. He struck one, glancing up briefly at the others as they waded into the growing sea of rotters. No screams, he thought. Must mean it’s going okay. He crumpled up a piece of paper, held the lit match to it. When it caught on fire, he dropped it to his feet. He lit one more match – just for safety – and repeated the process. Unable to help himself, he lit one more after that. When he started walking out of the office, the paper on the floor had started burning in multiple places. As he passed his first rotter, he smelled just the first hint of smoke, even over the awful smell of the dead, which was on and around him. Like the others, he moved through without incident. A rotter bumped into him, groaned lazily, and kept walking towards nothing in particular. Another rotter did the same. He concentrated on following his own advice. He moved slowly, quietly, didn’t draw any attention to himself. He held his breath to combat the intense smell, which got worse the further in he got. When he reached the door, he muscled his way through a small opening and emerged into the snowy daylight on the other side. He met Randall’s eyes – he seemed alarmed, but calmed by the sight of him. Eli tried to tell him ‘everything was alright’ with just a glance. The group was still surrounded by the dead, even as they moved further and further from the warehouse. It took more than a full minute before Eli even saw the clearing. “Hell… hello? A static-y voice sounded, sending a stab of terror right into Eli’s heart. “Eli, hello? We’re…” Emmett’s voice cut out. One of the rotters nearest Eli turned to face the source of the sound. Its milky eyes fixed on Eli. It stopped wandering. Its goldfish-sized brain was clearly confused. “…there. Where are you?” Goddamnit, Emmett, Eli cursed the bearded weirdo in his head. And goddamnit, me. Why the fuck didn’t I turn that shit off? Eli was too restricted. He couldn’t move away from the rotter staring him down fast enough. He saw it twitch – a familiar twitch, the kind that came right before they lunged. Eli drew his blade and gripped the rotter’s shirt collar. The rotter started to groan, but was cut off when the ka-bar entered his forehead. Eli released the rotter. Let it slump on his shoulder. Just over it, he could see other rotters take notice, make one step in his direction, but then turn away, following the movement of the horde. Eli carefully removed the blade from the dead rotter. He kept it pressed against him, though. It was good cover. That was way too fuckin’… “Eli, we see the warehouse!” Emmett sounded about as excited as he ever had about anything. He had picked one hell of a time. Another rotter turned to look, and somehow sensed something was off. Eli recognised that twitch again. He had no choice. He pushed the dead rotter off him and into that one. He sent several falling. He prepared for an all-out brawl he had no faith he could win. He hoped the others wouldn’t get involved. BOOM! An explosion burst from the warehouse. Eli flinched – he could hear it and feel the heat, but couldn’t see it. The same could be said of the rotters. The ones that had noticed the scuffle all clumsily looked around. Eli blinked – and then he moved. Slowly, he brushed past one and disappeared back into the crowd. He sheathed his knife and fished out his radio. He turned down the volume as his heart beated faster in his chest than it ever had before. * * * Emmett kept driving down the road, eyeing every warehouse he passed. In the distance, through a bloody window they had done their best to clean by hand, he could see a mass of roamer as big as any they had ever come across. Above, he thought he could make out the highway they had abandoned hours ago. He came to a slow stop. He didn’t want to get any closer to the horde. “Eli?” he asked into the radio once again. When he released the button, he turned to Brandon and Julie. He shook his head – nothing yet. It had taken them a long time to get here. The problem was this industrial district was on the other side of a river. Emmett had driven west first, only to find the first bridge in that direction to have been destroyed in another bombing. It had taken a while to navigate north-east again. A lot of areas were impassable – either because they were walled off or because of their roamer populations. By the time they had found another bridge, and then the road they thought Randall, Eli and the others were on, hours had passed and the snow had picked up. Now he just hoped it wasn’t too long. He hoped that Eli’s radio had just run out of battery, and that something worse hadn’t happened. BOOM! An explosion sounded out. He hoped that didn’t answer his question definitively. Ahead, the sea of roamers reacted, converging on the site of the detonation. Emmett frowned slightly, and looked to Brandon and Willow. |
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| Strompy | May 8 2015, 12:10 AM Post #1410 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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What the fuck was that? Weren't there already enough rotters in the area without drawing in more? After some thought though, it may actually be a good thing. It would mean less rotters in the surrounding areas once they cleared this sea of corpses. ... "What the fuck was that!?" Brandon exclaimed. They'd been out of contact so long now he couldn't help but worry. His worry seemed to be well founded. The warehouse was surrounded by easily thousands of rotters. At first he'd wondered just how the hell they were going to lure those things away. That explosion didn't bode well though. Was it just a distraction for the others? Or had something terrible happened? |
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