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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 19, 2013 6:23:58 GMT -8
Ashley stared at them, and was pretty sure that the animals didn't want to go for a walk, or to go potty. They wanted to eat his face. "... Zoe, Seth...go back upstairs. I will take the animals for a walk." He takes a few cautious steps back. None of the animals but Bear had ever shown signs of not being too friendly. Was it the white cat. Seth- "Oh they're OK. We'll ... We'll just take them for a walk."
Zoe- "It's my job!"
"....Cat..." He looks at the White Cat, almost pleadingly. "Cat... we fed you, and invited you in... why are you doing this?" He half-wondered why he was talking to the cat. Or telling it any of this, after all, the cat was a cat. He remembered what his father said about animals: Kindness to them was useless, because they were unable to feel grateful. Animals did not care whether you helped them, whether you cried for them, whether you were willing to die for them. They did not care and did not understand. He frowned at the thought. Maybe it was true. He was unarmed, and did not even have a flashlight. Where were they walking to anyways? Mr. Fluffles- "..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 19, 2013 13:47:31 GMT -8
Seth and Mr. Fluffles stood up. The cat walked past Ashley and Seth followed, then Zoe, then mad mad animals. They were headed to the north stairwell.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 19, 2013 14:24:01 GMT -8
"Seth...Zoe... please, go back. It is your job but not today. Today its my job. Are...are you high Clemens, sir?" He asks, as this was weird behavior even if the white cat was some sort of supernatural creature. He began to follow them, whether or not they wanted his fine company.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 19, 2013 19:52:48 GMT -8
Zoe- "I don't come to your job and tell you how to do your job, mister."
Seth- "...Huh?" They went into the north stairs, heading to the garage and and back door!
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 17, 2013 21:42:13 GMT -8
This room is empty save for these guys: CHOOKS ARE IN THIS ROOM.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 17, 2013 22:34:29 GMT -8
Oh and also Richie and Ivan. They were sitting around on office furniture discussing whether this extra guard duty was worthwhile. Richie- "I dunno, what would we even do if something happens? I mean... we don't even got a radio."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 18, 2013 3:17:12 GMT -8
Ivan- "Well, if we saw something, we'd have to run through the building like Paul Revere, waking everybody up. You up for it?" Ivan leaned on his knees and considered getting up. The second floor was a pretty good vantage spot for checking out the streets nearby. Richie- "God, I guess so. What is the first floor with people on it, like.. the fourth? Oh, I guess we could go down to the parking garage and tell those guys to radio."
Ivan- "Yeah, like split up. You run upstairs to do Paul Revere, and I pop down to the garage for radio shit. "
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 18, 2013 3:49:08 GMT -8
Richie had a strange feeling, like there was a vibration in the room that didn't make a sound... Like something massive was moving by, somehow in complete invisibility.
Yet it was inexplicable because there was no sound, no other changes he could detect. He stood and started walking toward the chickens Richie- "Weird... Feel like... I don't know."
Ivan- "Something strange in the air. Can't well Paul Revere over that."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 18, 2013 5:56:25 GMT -8
Suddenly, the chooks tensed, then attacked!!!Ivan- "It's a trap!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 19, 2013 16:23:06 GMT -8
Ivan and Richie had tried to wrangle the chickens into an office space, with some success, when the doors at the north stair opened, and shambolic visitors staggered out onto the floor. Ivan- "What's that? Oh crap, what the hell?" Richie- "Zombies?!" A moment later, some began to emerge from the south stair doors. Ivan- "I'd say lock our asses in an office, but the only way to help other people and make up for this fuckup is to fight. Are you ready, brother?" Richie- "I was on the basketball team. That's close enough, right?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 20, 2013 2:03:37 GMT -8
Ivan was trying to take on the south stair zombies while Richie took the north stair crowd. Ivan ran to the mouth of a cubicle, smashed a few zombie faces (only laying one low), clambered over a desk hopping out on the far side of the cubicle (death from above move on one of the creeps), kicked one into a group knocking them down, stomped one head in as he ran over the top of them, smashed a few more faces (only enough to drop one more), and then moved away from them to catch a breath. Ivan- "How's it goin' man?"
Richie- "Ask me in five minutes!" Richie was just trying to rely on reach, and his weapon - a short-handled spade - was much better at penetrating a face than Ivan's. Still... so many! They crawled over the fallen ones he'd laid on the floor, taking spades to the face just to be replaced by more!
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 20, 2013 18:44:44 GMT -8
Ivan remembered the first time he killed dozens of zombies with Ashley. Man, this would be an embarrassing way to go, but he was starting to feel his age. Too much fancy shit at the beginning - shoulda planned to go for endurance the whole time.
He ran across to Richie and helped him with his side. Richie- "We're wide open back there!?"
Ivan- "We gotta do it different, kid. I got an idea." They found a cubicle and ran in, piling up desks and such at the entrance. Once the barricade was as secure as it could be, they started easily dispatching zombies when they tried to clear the wall. Richie- "We should've been doing that from the start!"
Ivan- "I don't like one thing about it. It doesn't get us where we can help people. It's shit for helping people..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 22, 2013 0:34:14 GMT -8
The cubicle was so heaped with destroyed zombies that the others milling about the floor couldn't easily reach the men and lost interest. But the time had rested them up a bit, and they started to feel the call of vindication... The gunshots upstairs rallied them. Richie- "Wanna get down in there and try it again?"
Ivan- "You know it, brother." They climbed out and started trashing some zombie asses...
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 22, 2013 18:45:05 GMT -8
Ivan and Richie rushed the zombies, who had been worked up into a frenzy at the denial of their fresh meats. Several more came up from behind. Three old ladies, they might have been friendly grandmas in life, now they were slavering, clawing cannibals. One caught Richie by the hair and yanked him back. He almost lost his balance and fell into the herd of monsters. Ivan caught his arm and pulled him forward.
Richie- "OUCH damn it!"
The little white-haired zombie kept a death grip on Richie's hair, no matter how much Ivan put the beat down on it. Richie flailed with the spade, and ended up jabbing himself in the neck rather hard, luckily not breaking through the skin but it was enough to elicit a yelp.
Richie- "Damn it, just kill it!" Ivan jousted the thing in the face with the pole, but it only sent it backward, along with Richie. He landed with a squish on the bony, rotten old lady, who still gripped tightly. The tiny old zombie in the blazer clawed at his shirt while he tried to kick her and the rest of the herd away. Behind him, the white-haired zombie sunk her teeth into his shoulder.
Ivan- "C'mon, you dead-ass motherfuckers!"
Ivan tried to bludgeon the herd away, as Richie tried to roll off the ravenous pile of bones beneath him.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 22, 2013 22:05:10 GMT -8
A FEW MINUTES LATER...
Patti and Joe came out of the stairs in front of a mess of zombies. They saw Ivan and Richie in the middle of another swarm, looking like in that game Bushido Blade when you're down to two limbs and your enemy has full health.
Absurdly, Patti saw a chicken fly by, as she reached a place in the room where she could finally control her own footing and gain some composure.
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