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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 22, 2013 21:52:28 GMT -8
"You...Theirry...get out of here...Leave this room...ugh..my..head...ow... what is this?" He wasn't sure, but it was something terrible. He wasn't sure, but this bothered him more than anything else. "...Hurry...out...there's something happening here...we can fight the zombies in the hall...I don't want to leave you."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 22, 2013 21:59:44 GMT -8
The red glow was dimming, but leaving the room very dark, to increase the room's resemblance to Satan's darkroom. Ghosts took advantage of the increased gloom, creeping in from every corner, whispering, sobbing, and groaning.
The light almost seemed to be flickering, in a hypnotic way. It almost made Ashley tired, in addition to the increasing wooziness. Thierry- "Ashley, get some more people to help! Don't stay if you can't, but we need more fighters!"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 22, 2013 22:05:06 GMT -8
"Thierry...Come on, come back with me...You have to step back. This is bad...I can stay, but I can feel something's wrong..." Ashley lit another flair, and wondered if he could tape one to his crowbar as he swung anyways. He faced them without looking and flailed at them further. He was sick...tired, dizzy...continue...No more ghosts. They would fight them back. Dammit, someone had to keep this going, and he wasn't going to keep a man down... "I'll be back..there are ghosts here, be careful...take my flare." He offers both flares to them, and dashes down the hall to yell at the others. "HEY WE NEED HELP GET OUT HERE. COME OUT AND HELP THE GHOSTS AND ZOMBIES ARE EVERYWHERE."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 22, 2013 22:26:41 GMT -8
Ashley did his Paul Revere run, but probably didn't want to risk opening any doors with jumpy people on the other sides. No one came out quickly, but they probably heard him. He circled back toward the Comm Center, and as he did, he saw the hamburger walls seemed to be spreading into the hall, like the cherry creeping down the paper of a cigarette.
Standing in the door way to the room, he saw Thierry lighting a ghost on fire, running, almost slipping on the muck, and Woody swinging wildly at the zombies with yet another stool. The guy could be an awesome fighter - tall, fairly well built - but was utterly untrained. He stopped and staggered a moment, wiping blood from his nose, looking dazed despite not having been hit by a zombie...
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 22, 2013 22:34:47 GMT -8
"YOU, YOU COME OVER HERE.. It's spreading!" He snarls at Woody, and runs back to try to pull him with them. They could defend from another room. He lit another flare. The hallway was narrow and they can defend themselves better from a smaller point. Make them go through the crush... He tries to fight his way to Woody to pull him along with them. Never leave him behind...was that a soldier or a police thing..he was becoming confused and was so tired.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 22, 2013 23:04:17 GMT -8
As the men fled the room, Ashley saw a vague, glowing object on the tall ceiling of the comm center. It looked at first, like a small, strange ceiling lamp. Then, it turned to look at him. ??- "..." A bald head, and just the tops of shoulders stuck through the ceiling from above. The figure glowed with a ruddy hue, and the face wore a look of controlled anger. The piercing gaze did not render Ashley immobile, though it did fill him with a terrible dread, and his headache was now painful enough to not ignore.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 22, 2013 23:08:55 GMT -8
"It's an evil lightbulb superghost...There's some guy who looks like a lightbulb who comes out of the ceiling...I don't know how to kill those kinds of ghosts, but we have to protect ourselves. How did they all find us in one night? ....Never..mind..my head...why..." He shakes his head, and throws flares into the room. How would they cook?
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 22, 2013 23:10:42 GMT -8
All three men fell back into the south hallway. The Comm Center was lost.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 28, 2013 23:57:54 GMT -8
All the zombies collapsed, and the siege was ended...
Eventually, everyone came into communication, and everyone in the building was moved into the rooms at the extremities of the 6th floor, for the duration of the night. Sarah and Nat's room was relatively unscathed and chosen by Dr. Bebe to serve as the triage clinic.
Through the night, the fit and available worked furiously to make sure the zombies would not wake up later, to barricade the first floor entrances temporarily, and get the bodies and ectoplasm out of this floor. Zombies were tossed off the patio into a pile, and a small team of moppers pushed the goo out as well as they could.
Marie and Stevie went from room to room giving speeches for the weary citizens. Something along the lines of...
"Try to remain calm, and most important, if you can manage it, SLEEP! Someone magically brought the siege to an end, making undead existence impossible within the building, at least for long enough that it rendered our attackers inert. Our diligence in pursuing occult knowledge seems to have paid off. The zombies and ghosts should not be a problem tonight. But a few possessed undead that attacked are still at large in the city. They seem to have moved on and we have no reason to believe they will be back tonight, but we're ready for them now. Tomorrow, we'll get rations of food and water, and determine what to do from here."
And so it went... The only people dead at the end of it all were Col. Teddy and Eli Tangeman. Their bodies were put in the top of the north stairwell temporarily.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 29, 2013 1:37:06 GMT -8
The next morning, tarps and dry sheets had been placed over slightly soggy furniture, to facilitate a breakfast in the comm center. It was not freshly cooked today - just rationed out basics. Stevie, Marie, and Thierry moved through the comm center talking to everyone, trying to understand their concerns and reassure them as necessary.
People who had been on mandatory rest or in "fair condition" the night before made appearances as they felt able, but anybody worse off than that stayed in bed, as of the beginning of this new day...
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 29, 2013 17:32:48 GMT -8
Ashley was, predictably, very stiff today. He forced himself to walk normally. Walk it off, walk it off, it's no worse than after a marathon isn't it? It was, but he didn't tell himself that. He was exhausted and tired, and his back hurt, and his legs, torso and back were covered in angry purple welts and bruises. "Alex." He exhales, his voice sounding rougher than usually. Was he..getting sick? It was hard to say given his usually timber.
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Post by DKender on Mar 29, 2013 18:01:16 GMT -8
"Sir. How is Patti doing? I haven't been to the, um, the upstairs clinic yet. They made me sleep in the possessed person room last night." He pet Snowball absentmindedly and stared at the ceiling with a haunted expression."Hell was really awful. It must be my pride. Pride's a deadly sin. Maybe. Don't know. I don't know. I was a fair-weather Catholic. It just ... it just ... it felt like God was answering my prayers, once, back when I had money, health, friends and family, an almost fiance, baseball. But then this happened, and I realized ... I realized that I've been lucky for nineteen years, and my luck ran out. All our luck ... does that make sense? Maybe not. My thoughts aren't collected yet."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 29, 2013 18:05:22 GMT -8
"I'm sorry you lost so much, Alex, but I do not think it is so much luck as the actions of others. Our true enemies are not demons or zombies or vampires, but our fellows who are using them as tools to try to kill us, for reasons I do not fully understand. We have all lost so much, but we still have ourselves. I think there must be a way to fight back, but I don't know how yet. I am sure that whatever did what happened last night must know, surely, it was a strange event indeed. "Patti was hurt, but not badly. She fought the good fight in the clinic, where they needed her."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 29, 2013 18:34:29 GMT -8
People all around had murmured conversations about dire topics. The morning light made the place look nicer than it had any right to be.
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