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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 30, 2013 3:49:00 GMT -8
At the base of the Pan-Pac Hotel, this grocery store sprawls. It has a weird peanut-shaped "organic" layout, and is so full of flies and rot that it will make you die.
Denny runs along the backside of the building at a sharp incline, meaning most of the store is totally underground and without windows. Near the back it is completely dark. At least one ghost was destroyed here, and zombie left in a freezer. It's bad news.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 30, 2013 22:05:52 GMT -8
It was late morning by the time the trio left off for Whole Foods, the others had left for the news station a while ago. Micah brought a dufflebag he had 'found' near Ash's room, his trusty cricket bat with nails, along with a couple of other necessities for the trip. Nora- "Where the hell did you find a cricket bat?"
The sky above was clear, a bright blue above the apocalyptic city below. The street was quiet apart from the echoes of their own feet on concrete and the sounds of animals. It was almost a strain to try to remember what a city used to sound like before the shit went down. It was like the faded memory of a forgotten friend. Micah wondered how much the world had changed outside the city. Whether it was a disaster spread across the world, or this was in fact just a small pocket of hell with the rest of the world going about it's usual business. There was no way of knowing but perhaps the others would find some clue at the new station today but he doubted it. On the bright side of the apocalypse, there wasn't going to be anymore reality TV shows, no more fucking losers trying to find meaning in their life by embarrassing themselves publicly on television. No more C-grade celebrities thinking that 15 minutes on television gave them a right to breath air. On an even brighter fucking side there were no more self-aggrandising athletes making sex tapes with underage girls. Fuck, maybe even Russell Crowe was dead, that'd be nice. Instead the violent tendencies of human nature had been given an undead outlet, who needed television or video games when you could really kill something. Borderline psychopaths like Ash could kill to their hearts content and be considered socially acceptable, it was a little fucked up. Sure, Micah killed the occasional zombie but he didn't enjoy it. He had more trouble than the others it seemed ignoring the fact they still looked human. “So umm from what I've been told, the Whole Foods Market is a couple of blocks down, a piece of piss. Either of you got anything you want there ?” Kenny- "Oh yeah, you foreigners maybe ain't heard ... We used to call it, haha, -"
Nora- "'Whole Paycheck', ha bloody ha. It was the closest place to nosh, when I was in school."
Kenny- "Whatever baby. Anyhow, if it's the most expensive shit in the joint and it ain't rotten, I want it."
“I've heard it's pretty ripe in there so we want to be in and out as fucking quick as possible. I brought some scarves in the dufflebag which might fucking help or not.” Nora- "Let's put 'em on. I've got mentholatum for under the nose."
The three of them made their way down the the tree lined street without any trouble, traversing over dinted cars like it was second nature. One car was an old Porsche, now rusted with a large amount of plant matter growing inside, probably from some forgotten chocolate bar. The once manicured trees lining the street were now beginning to invade nearby cars along with all the weeds. “Do you reckon we will ever fucking use cars again? Ever fancy finding someone's forgotten luxury vehicle and zipping around in it as far as you can?”
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 31, 2013 1:20:40 GMT -8
Kenny- "It's weird I used to love cars, but my job was all about 'em, and now I just can't give a shit."
Nora- "I never learned to drive. Not much point where I've lived. Australia's pretty big though, eh?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 31, 2013 17:30:20 GMT -8
"Yeah and spread out like a bitch. Well there's never been a better time to learn right ." Nora- "Maybe so."
"What kind of cars did you use to drive? I had me a red daihatsu, super fucking smooth huh? It was a bit of a bloody bomb but it got me places." Kenny- "I used to be into low riders and pimp shit, but then I started thinking about stats and got all hard for rice burners. I can tell the difference between any Japanese performance car from the early aughts by the engine sound. Feels like a huge waste of time now."
As they got closer to Denny way the pile up loomed in front of them already visible. It was fucking crazy, people had lost their shit big time. It was a chaotic mess of cars with a few motorbikes and scooters thrown in for good measure. As they came upon a small park there was a long skinny glass hot house along the side. The plants pressed against the glass in an effort to escape. The was a slight groan behind them as four zombies made their way hungrily towards the group. Micah faced a large man with bushy black eyebrows and a shiny dome of a head. He wore a short sleeve hood zipped down slightly to reveal a yobbish tattoo of some chick's name 'Candy'. A huge bloody stain marked his side. He made Micah nervous and Micah decidedly side stepped him to take one of the less threatening if the four. Kenny hopped into action, whacking the big guy with a huge overhand swipe, taking him down with a nasty sound. Kenny- "That's how it's did, man."
This one was a short Indian man in a business suit who was missing an arm. The one good arm swung towards Micah with a lurch and he swung the bat hard into the man's face, as the zombie recovered from the blow, Micah took another large swing and the fucker went down. Having killed his obligatory zombie, Micah hung back and let the other two handle the rest. He moved only to avoid getting caught in any action.Nora failed to connect on a rather clumsy swipe, and settled for pushing the things back for Kenny to finish. Nora- "Just nasty!"
Kenny- "Ugh, ugh, And you too, buddy... Well, now you got JJ in my head again."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 31, 2013 20:23:36 GMT -8
Nora- "What's that?"
Kenny- "No my first name ain't baby. It's Kenny. Mr. Osborn if you're nasty. "
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 1, 2013 19:26:24 GMT -8
"It's a song yeah? At least you seem to have a firm fucking grasp of the lyrics. Nothing worse than getting only one line stuck in your head. Unless it's 'Around the world' because that's the only fucking line in that shit song." Kenny- "Haha. Think I heard that once at Dreamgirls."
"You know, in a way this Apocalypse is a fucking boon to music. No more shitty pop stars, music was fucking going nowhere really. Everyone was just fucking looking for a new way to copy old shit. Better in way that it's stopped before it totally fucked itself over. Always look on the bright side of life huh." Nora- "On the other hand, electronics are surely going to gradually fuck up and degrade, to where we can't listen to recorded stuff anymore. Even now, it can be hard to get a charge.
That makes it karaoke night forever."
Kenny- "Karaoke night I can handle."
" Are we ready to climb over this fucker, it's a fucking shame we don't have a flag..." The pile up lay before them, a metallic mountain of mismatched wreckage. Like a monument to stupidity and panic in the face of death, a self-fulfilling prophecy. Kenny easily hopped onto a car and offered a hand to Nora. The apocalypse had been good for this guy's fitness.Micah wondered how many had died in it, he felt sorry for the people who had made the bottom of the pile. He imagined zombies trapped underneath, seatbelts still in place. If they were lucky they were crushed too much of a mess to zombie out. Micah began the ascent of Mt. Pile up on the bonnet of a yellow Beatle, bloodied fluffy dice hung from what was left of the rear-view mirror, the windscreen smashed. The group made their way through Mt. Pile up jumping and climbing over the ruined cars. Micah did that parkour shit. Kenny- "Hey... Why did I have the idea that guy doesn't know parkour...?"
The last car for Micah before hitting the front of Whole Foods was a blue minivan with infernal stupid stick family things on the back window, Micah smashed it in with his bat. No one needed to see fucked up stuff like that. Suddenly a small face appeared through the hole, it's chin had been smashed off leaving only a tongue hanging from ruined mess left of its mouth. Someone hadn't worn a seatbelt. Nora jumped and gasped. Micah hit it hard with the blunt end of the bat causing the top of the head to fall back like a bin lid taking the child with it. " Poor fucking little sod.." Kenny- "Nasty. Oh, I got these."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 1, 2013 21:35:35 GMT -8
Several zombies jerked themselves toward the racket of flimsy aluminum popping beneath their feet as the traversed the cars. They were all split up still, and easy to handle in small groups.
First, Kenny ran over to a couple on the sidewalk at Denny. They had gotten out of cars, and one even closed the door behind itself. Creepy. Kenny's usual move for fighting them was a short leap off the ground and and overhand blow, straight down the middle. Very effective.
Next he clambered over a patio railing to get the ones outside of the deli, who were tripping over furniture trying to get at Micah and Nora. He stabbed one in the back of the head and swung his club like a bat at the other. It was one of many zombies in the neighborhood who had once been software professionals. Its formerly brainy brains were bashed in.
Nora let one grab a spiky arm and stabbed it in the face with her club. Kenny leapt down the stairs to whack its partner in the grits. BooYa.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 3, 2013 7:12:15 GMT -8
" Haha nice one Kenny! We don't want these fuckers procreating." Once inside, the place was dark and cavernous, the forms of the aisles reminded Micah of a deep mine or perhaps a dark underground labyrinth, shaped like a peanut. A few squares of light shone from the windows behind them, like a spotlight revealing some dead and wizened pot plants. They were curled and grey against themselves like giant dead spiders. The smell was what hit the group first, it's complex bouquet of rot and decay burnt the nostrils. There was the acid sweet smell of dead plants, the licking heavy odour of meat turned to soup and the sour stench of milk gone bad. A soft wafting of rodent feces perfume told the group that the creatures had well established this place as their home. The stuff under their nose and scarves helped somewhat but there was no escaping the smell completely. A faint buzzing sound had Micah nervous, he turned on his torch, gripping it tightly in his shaking left hand. Micah felt himself retch a few times when the smell wound itself around his stomach. This had been a fucking stupid arse idea but he was determined to come back with what they had come for. However he wasn't prepared to die for it and the stories from last night had him somewhat freaked. They'd only popped out for fucking protein powder, maybe the evil forces had a vendetta against protein?No, he was being ridiculous, that group had not one but two Catholics in it. It was the Christian juju attracting demons. "Do . you.. Guys ...know... where the fuu fuck... they... keep... the seeds? Anyone want to light up a flare?" Nora- "Yeah. Just a moment. Bloody hell." Nora used the menthol on her face and passed it around, wrapping a scarf around after it. "The back of the store is totally underground, and cereal and such are back there. It's going to be fucking dark." She lit a flare. Kenny did so as well.
Micah wound the scarf tightly around his face and tried not to squeal like a tiny girl when he noticed the flies buzzing around him. They were regular sized not the monstrous fuckers of Cornish. They were just fucking flies, who ever heard of a person scared of flies? "Let's do this... thing, fuck the... flies and the stench!! Let 's bring... back some shit... we can be ...proud of! Anything that can ...be fucking salvaged without.. looking too hard, plus the bloody... fucking bean seeds! The alcohol section ...is a fucking go if they... have one." Kenny- "Everywhere has alcohol. This ain't Utah."
(( OOC: I am traveling into Vietnam not tomorrow but the next day (your Monday I think) for about 4-5 days without wifi, so you guys should catch up reasonably in the meantime )) ((EDIT: Sorry, I really don't think sometimes, it won't happen again.))
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 3, 2013 14:00:33 GMT -8
Kenny- "So... fuckin'... gross..." The three went torch first into a nighted world of flies and ruin.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 8, 2013 7:02:37 GMT -8
((Here is something I prepared earlier, seriously, I wrote this ages ago on ze plane. Okay maybe the reply wasn't )) " Pretty fucking much on par with one of the share houses I stayed in once though, I think they were trying to grow a new species or something. Although come to think of it, I think they were studying education not biology..." As they moved towards the back, a sudden movement caught Micah's eye, there was something alive in one of the freezers nearby. He panicked, scuttling away from whatever it was, instead slipping on something wet and finding himself instead hurtling backwards towards it... Kenny- "Stop moving around so much. You startled me."
A thump, a yelp and he was looking up into the face of a zombie stuck inside the glass doors of a freezer. It was indeterminable whether she had died trying to escape another zombie or someone had shoved her in post-zombification. The only certain thing was she was stuck in that fridge and more (un)dead than its contents were. Bugs, flies and mould were only some of her companions. Micah's stomach crawled in a sympathetic repulsion ... Her face had once been sunny and full of freckles, it was now slug grey and covered in bits of whatever had been in the freezer. Fake eyelashes struggled to stay fixed to her lids, the rest of her make up a smeared mess. Her blonde hair was matted and frazzled, a single butterfly clip still hung from a strand. She wore a Whole Foods apron with a badge that read 'Tami'. She began beating her head on the glass, snarling in an effort to get to the juicy humans on the outside. Nora- "Ugh, ruddy awful. It's like a display."
Micah tried not to think about the substance his back was now covered in or the gut retching smell he would have to get out of his clothes later. He began attempting to scramble back up without falling into the fridge and somehow releasing the trapped zombie. If anyone could accomplish that insane feat, it would be him. " Uugh a little help please guys? Should we just fucking leave her be or end her? I don't think she's going anywhere fast...poor zombie checkout chick." Nora- "Yeah, yeah, um... Break a leg off of that stand, Kenneth."
Kenny- "OK..." They put a bar through the handles on the door, and left some racks leaning against the door for good measure.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 9, 2013 12:25:05 GMT -8
Nora and Kenny picked their flares up off the smooothed concrete floor, where they had scorched the wax, and tried to get vigilant again. This store was too much a place of Nora's past, and put her in mind of what had become of Cornish. Nora- "Fuckin' seeds... Should be more, like, that way, I think."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 10, 2013 1:05:40 GMT -8
Micah followed the others away from the fridge zombie, towards the direction of the prized seeds. He stole a last look at the refrigerated zombie still beating her head uselessly against the glass. He would rather just die than end up mindless, the idea of Alzheimer's scared him more than death itself. His grandfather had gone that way, wasting into a shell, a walking reminder of the man they had lost. He didn't want to cause anyone that kind of pain whether he was fucking aware of it or not. Though Micah knew better than to live in fear of feeling pain, a life with some pain was better than one lived in fear of it. Chantelle was still unprepared for it and he didn't know what she had experienced or what exactly she was truly scared of seeing but he wasn't going to be the one to force it out of her. He couldn't imagine staying inside 403 everyday, he might be a fucking coward but he needed movement and input even if it was straight out of a horror movie, or as they seemed to be now ...fucking documentaries. Man, it was getting slightly more emo than usual inside Micah's head and he went for a topic change, banal as it was. "So err if you guys could bring in any character from a horror movie, who'd you choose? Spike or Willow would be pretty bad arse to have around." Kenny- "Wait, that's like two different questions. You asked about movies and then came with characters from a TV show."
Nora- "Like, that little guy from the movie 'Willow'? That's weird. Val Kilmer was sexy in that, but it isn't a horror film, is it?"
Micah- "Are you the fucking film and television police? Fine, I would pick Father McGruder from Braindead. You don't know Buffy, Nora? Lucky it's the apocalypse, I have unfriended people for less . So pick someone from a horror film or television show guys?" Kenny- "Shit, like, Freddy, if he could be on our side."
Nora- "Freddy? He'd have to go into zombie's dreams. Do zombies even have dreams? Wait. I'm getting way more philosophical about the zompocalypse than is reasonable...
I don't know if it counts as horror, but I'd totally want Tetsuo from Akira on our side. He could blow up zombie heads without lifting a finger. Convenient!"
Kenny- "Wow! Haven't seen that movie since I was thirteen. That part with the teddy bears was fuckin' scary. Yeah, I'll take Tetsuo."
Nora- "Ooh, ooh, or that boring white guy from Scanners. I wonder if we try really hard, if we could all focus our energy and learn to blow up heads. That would be brilliant."
Continuing through the warped mundane of the supermarket, the torch caught flashes of the happy faces on oozing and moulding packages , as well as signs above reading 'Wellness' and 'Healthy'. Dog's shit was going to start smelling pleasant after this. Nora- "This. Yes! Bloody legumes!"
They had finally made their way to the back of the store and the aforementioned soy bean seeds. Micah played sound effects in his mind, they'd at least found what they'd been looking for. Everything after was a bonus. He loaded the dufflebag with all the seeds, including some other vegetables and herb seeds. "Okay mission part one fucking done, let's find preserved expensive shit, yeah Kenny?" The grocery store cut into the base of a steep hill, and this furthest interior reach of it had no windows. It was only slightly less dark than the Mines of Moria. Kenny- "Man, I am dis-fuckin-spirited. Let's just look at the booze section a little more deeply, and fuck off."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 10, 2013 15:59:36 GMT -8
Nora- "Makes sense to me." She turned to head back.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 12, 2013 3:00:53 GMT -8
"Yup, lets booze up and head the fuck out." The darkness of the store what rivaled mythic darkness of yore definitely inspired Micah to agree with the need to press on. The others were probably out there doing the important shit like finding out the meaning of life, the universe and everything. They were probably talking with a mystic shaman right now. So here he was fucking Jack and beanstalk minus the bloody giant... hopefully. It would be fucking handy if all this mystic shit had some fucking upside for humans, like the ability to fly or shoot balls of energy from their palms. Micah wouldn't even mind if he at least gain the power to see in the dark or some lame shit. Maybe one of the 403ers was some fucking chosen one, knowing their luck , it was Luke. Micah's deep thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of watery apparition of a hippie sliding up towards the group in a lazy haze.He had a hang-dog mopey expression, long lanky hair and a dull purple shirt. He looked like someone who would be called Neil or something lame like that. Had he come for their beans? One of the packets had read 'lentils'... Micah stepped away shielding his eyes to allow one of the flare-bearers to take a go at the ghost. His torch waving uselessly in it's direction.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 12, 2013 17:48:47 GMT -8
This was it... the moment of truth. Nora had braved a gauntlet of ghosts before but never been responsible for burning one. Likewise, being in this position was new to Kenny. Nora- "Oh, god, why?!"
Kenny- "Get sharp, bab-eh-" Kenny was caught in the hippy's horrible eyes. Nora looked at him in shock, then waved her flare blindly at the advancing monster.
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