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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 23, 2012 0:05:18 GMT -8
On the first floor, people ran to the corners, up the stairs, down to the garage, anywhere... Strange people had suddenly come in, an eerie laughing coming from behind them. Some of them wore Starbucks aprons, and they all looked remarkably normal and unblemished-- except the snapping snarling mouths and their lurching, unnatural gaits. A man with a nametag that read "Neil" had twisted a man's arm out of the socket, yanking him backwards to his slavering mouth. The front doors were flapping open, the hinges were broken by the powerful and desperate flailing. Ten strangers in total, but it seemed there were more interested parties moving in the direction of the mall, called by an unnatural urge.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 23, 2012 12:21:48 GMT -8
(Anyone who would like to come to the melee, please feel free to join in here and then we'll continue.)
Eric, Anna and Jackson split from the group going down the stairs to enter the ground floor again. It was a vicious melee, people not willing to fight still cowered at the sides. There were three main combatants that bashed their way through the seemingly normal looking, crazy people. Tyrone sliced at the demented people with a thick piece of metal siding, aiming for their eyes. A young Asian woman carefully aimed her short handled shovel to push back the attackers to her comrade in arms -- an Asian man with bleached rocker hair. He violently bashed at the people with a hammer, aiming for the skull. Nearly ten attackers continually lunged at them, a couple of dead bodies lay in the middle of the floor. Jackson jumped immediately into the fray, and Eric sat his gun against the wall, kicking back attackers with perfect form. Anna ducked under the Daiso's roll-down, going for a better weapon than a flimsy chair leg.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 25, 2012 22:37:23 GMT -8
The team of Eric and Tyrone took out a large number of zombies in a short period of time. The Daiso employees scrambled with Jackson to bar the doors, grabbing heavy easy chairs at first to push them closed, and then throwing whatever random detritus they could, piling it in front of one door at a time. Anna came out with a heavy rubber mallet, and used it to smack back zombies into the path of Eric. Eric more than once kicked a zombie's skull in with his cheap work dress shoes. Tyrone was using a thickly built end table to herd them away from the door-blocking project. In time, they had the plaza entrance blocked with a huge pile of rubble and furniture. Several corpses of murdered citizens and bodies and severed limbs of the undead littered the floor which was sticky with blood already. The trouble was, the Olive street door was not blocked at all, and the creatures were making their entrance on the other side.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 26, 2012 16:27:44 GMT -8
The Daiso workers hung back to pull down sun shades over the glass doors at the plaza entrance, feeling ridiculous, but perhaps what the zombies couldn't see wouldn't interest them. Their attackers did seem less interested at this point, as the rest of the group had moved to enter the back entrance.
Large glass windows surrounded the Westlake/Olive doors which led to a large open area outside, several different doors leading inside. Zombies milled around, confused, stepping over each other and bottle-necking at the entrances like selfish concert-goers making a break for the bathrooms. The doors here were sturdier, and actually proved difficult for the zombies to open as they shoved each other towards the light.
Anna had blocked off one corridor by dragging entire shelving units from a souvenir store, and along with Jackson's help, heaving them into the middle of the hall, creating a large messy obstacle course that proved too difficult for the undead's agility.
The main hallway in front of the Daiso, and near the useless elevators was still open to allow the warriors entrance. Everyone from the first floor had fled or perished, other than those helping or fighting. The tile floors were sticky with smeared blood tracks from shoes, and corpses were strewn about the plaza entrance, pooling red.
At the back entrance, Eric wordlessly instructed some others on how to gain the advantage-- allow the zombies to fight them only in the halls. Could the doors even be blocked at this point? Thirty plus zombies milled around the entrance, more coming in, there were at least four doors to block. Would it be better to just block off the halls and retreat further upstairs?
Anna- "Why don't we just burn the fuckers! Don't they hate fire?"
Jackson- "Uh, you're thinking of Frankenstein maybe? I don't think we want to test how flammable this building is."
Tyrone beat a zombie back with a steel bar, as it tried to climb the stack of detritus.
Tyrone- "Nah... Frankenstein's the doctor. Yer thinkin' of the monster. These things don't got the sense God gave a goose, they probably like to get toasted."
Anna- "Have we killed enough to make a meat wall yet?"
Tyrone- "I don't wanna touch those things 'less we got a snow shovel."
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Post by Suyoi on Sept 26, 2012 17:46:52 GMT -8
Dr. Victor lurched to the top step of the landing for the first floor and clenched his teeth, sucking his neck muscles back in a grimace. The scent of blood wasn't new; it was the sheer volume that made him leery. I should have brought those damned shoe covers! Why didn't I grab my tennis shoes out of my trunk? I could have also grabbed a second set of clothes or-The good doctor's train of thought was derailed; his feet leaden themselves to the floor worse than the muck of the products of destruction. Muscles tensed like iron and his eyes grew three sizes larger. "We must NEVER put- We can't risk the lives of the living with suddenly becoming a barbecue master of the innocent. Fire should never become the answer." His voice cooled as his hackles lowered. The NERVE of some people! As if such an act ever benefited anyone! Did they ask Joan of Arc? How about the people of Rome while Nero played his fiddle? Do they want to become Catherine O'Leary?!? Oh, and not to mention no one would come to put it out, unless you count zombie smothering it to get at us.Anger filled his belly and it was anger that he used to fuel his fevered baton mashing. Did I actually just growl? The good doctor took aim at the zombies closing in on the group, siding close to Tyrone as he can, aiding him as 'basher' to the security guard 'smasher.'
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Post by DKender on Sept 26, 2012 18:00:00 GMT -8
At the sight of so much carnage, Alex unconsciously lifted the doctor's bag up and against his chest, like a shield. He thought about his high school world history class and the pictures of dead and injured WWII soldiers that Ms. Finney had passed around. The photos hadn't fazed him then, but now Alex couldn't stop remembering those shell-shocked faces and missing limbs. Was this war? The mall smelled like blood and death. He didn't want this. He wanted to be in his dorm room, writing an essay about the Canterbury Tales while Emiliano quietly practiced his guitar on the beanbag sofa they'd bought together. Alex looked at the small, punkish woman (kind of cute, actually) and her companions. "No, no fire, Miss. It's what the demons want. They spoke to me, when Mary did her magic. They said, 'Come into the fire.' They'll bring hell's fire to Earth." He tried to calm down. He must sound crazy. "The doctor is right. That's all I mean."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Sept 26, 2012 19:10:35 GMT -8
Micah was slightly creeped out by the Doctor grabbing onto his arm on the stairwell, and the words whispered in his ear. That being said, he didn't want to have the embarrassment of shaking the man off either. The man was at least like him and sane, rather than the others who seemed to want to save everyone in the mall. He wasn't bad looking by any account, but his pompous personality was a bit too much for Micah to take. The stench of blood and gore on the first floor overwhelmed the smell from his clothes. His nostrils felt as if they were on fire and he felt suddenly lightheaded. The third floor had been a killing, this was a bloody massacre. Torn limbs and bones poked out of odd places at the entrance. Dead people littered the floor like a grotesque carpet. Neither the Christian nor the Doctor responded well to the fire idea, it didn't sound too bad to him as long as it was controlled. He moved towards where the cute dark haired woman and older but kind of sexy gentleman stood, his knives at the ready but hung back from the real action. At least there were some proficient killers of Zombies here, all he could hope for was more child or grandpa zombies. Ones that he could take on without much of a fight.
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Post by Gillsing on Sept 26, 2012 19:14:28 GMT -8
tab "Good idea," Ben said, pointing his bokken at the shelving obstacle course. "Why don't we do that in all the corridors? Or should we try to advance and push them out of the doors? Do we have enough people for that now?" tab Ben wasn't sure what to do, and he wasn't about to take charge. He did realize one thing though. That messy floor was going to make it very difficult for his fighting style, which relied on being able to rapidly advance and retreat. He'd never had to worry about slipping on pools of blood during Kendo practice.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Sept 26, 2012 19:49:03 GMT -8
tab Patti felt like she was being dragged along with the crowd now. Her mind was still in the parking garage and she couldn't help but imagine a horde of zombies surging up from the depths. tab Wait, fire? With the construction of the building, a localized fire without accelerants probably wouldn't take them all out, but she didn't want to have the smell of burning human flesh pervading the space. She didn't argue with the doctor's assessment. tab Trying to regain control of herself in the moment, she jogged towards the Olive Street entrance and started shooting zombies.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Sept 28, 2012 2:08:00 GMT -8
In the chaos on the first floor, big loud Alex made the biggest impression, Micah quietly lurking a few feet away closer to pyro Anna. Ben fell in with the Daiso employees - Kaito and Sandy - while the Doctor joined Tyrone and Eric near the battlefront, throwing his tirade Anna's way en route. Anna- "Demons? Hellfire?" *interrupted by gunshots* Patti had come jogging up last and opened fire. Anna- She started to bellow "GUN PEOPLE! HOLD EM BACK WHILE WE WALL IT OFF! EVERYONE ELSE GET LUMPIN!" Eric noticed the shift in priorities and retrieved his weapon. He stood beside Patti, both dropping zombies so fast that it opened others up to do that labor... Jackson, Anna, Tyrone, the Daiso employees, and probably everyone else, started grabbing more racks out of stores and throwing them in the path. With the chain of people they were able to wall up the entrance with a speed that surprised them.
Soon the Olive Way entrance was a glut of corpses, cheap metal wire, clothes made in Vietnam, boxes, telephones, and anything else not bolted down. Some of the corpses tangled in the hedgerow of artifice were still twitching, which Patti and Eric only put an end to if it seemed to threaten the structural integrity of the barricade. All told, Patti was out twelve more bullets and Eric even more. Tyrone- "Everyone come in now. Thanks. We can stay down here tightening up the walls, but no way the mall is safe to stay. We gotta get a plan y'all."
Anna- "My apartment building isn't far away, and I'm inclined to just go the fuck home. It's tiny, but everyone is welcome. If there's vacancies, kick the doors in. No point in being homeless now."
Jackson- "I'm in."
Daiso manager (Kaito)- "I don't understand. Is the building... Secure?"
Anna- "Probably better than this. You have to think that terrorists, even gutless boys using zombies as weapons, are gonna focus on places like malls and stadiums. Plus it has easier entrances to secure."
Daiso employee (Sandy)- "Maybe... There's other ways for us to get out to the streets, crazy as that sounds, and those things are mostly slower than us... God, where's Sonya?" She looked around in fear, but was too resigned to really investigate.
Davin- "I know I'm going to my apartments when I get the chance. Even if we decide to head for the hills and whatnot, anyone that has useful stuff at home and can easily get there should."
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Post by Gillsing on Sept 28, 2012 3:52:04 GMT -8
tab Ben was sweating after the frantic scramble to block the entrance. And wearing the armor hadn't helped. But better safe than sorry. tab "I left Sonya on the third floor," he told the Daiso employees. "I said I'd be back, so I guess I'll be heading up there now." tab "We left a lot of people up there," Ben went on, looking around at Anna, Jackson and Davin. " Should I tell them all to come down here?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Sept 28, 2012 3:54:00 GMT -8
Micah was relieved when the battle finished, glad not to put himself in danger again. Although the blocking of the entrances made him nervous. Were there any other ways out? The rest seemed to believe so. The talk of homes left a deep pit in his stomach, and he though of his family and friends back in Australia . He wondered if he would ever know if his family were okay, the not knowing as good as them being already dead. For all he knew they were eating each other or being torn apart at this very second.Countless scenarios played out in his head, each worse than the last. It made him shudder, and he tried to block these useless and painful thoughts away. Micah took in what the others were saying and he didn't like the idea of separating, especially from those who knew what they were doing. Where was he going to go? Back to the hotel full of useless shit, he had left anything important back on the ship. All he had to his name were now useless objects, taking up space in his pocket. He couldn't bring himself to throw them away though, that would be admitting all was lost. "Uh don't mean to rock the boat here, but I think if we do go anywhere. We should all go together, to the one place. Belongings are fucking meaningless shit now and not all of us may have homes to go back to. Also...there are the others on the third floor...I guess. I am sure Christian boy would like another chance to play saviour, and lead his people back here, to the promised land." He smirked at Alex trying to get out of this funk by focusing his attention on the dorky Christian again.
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Post by Suyoi on Sept 28, 2012 7:38:45 GMT -8
Dr. Victor removed another pair of gloves, tossing them at the 'mortar and evil' barricade. With a heavy exhale, he moved his way over to the smaller group of combatants. His steely eyes stabbed at each person as the conversation twisted around leaving the mall. His words came out a little winded. "I actually like the idea of, well, resupplying as it were, and heaven knows I could use a new change of clothes and most definitely some less expensive shoes to go traipsing around the gore-filled streets. But, before we go, we need some way of communicating. Does any store have a walkie-talkie or radio set? "Also, if we all split up into individual groups, I doubt we would need to hear our deaths coming through a speaker box. If we had minimum groups of three, we could relocate or choose another alternative area to ride this thing out. I'd be more inclined to get the proverbial fuck out of dodge, pardon my language, but we can never really be through with this until that sagacious sack of antediluvian necrosis and estrogen is at least kicked down a few pegs. "Micah, if you want, you can head over to my apartment. I do have nice taste in things, if you can mind the mess. I'm sure my housekeeper hadn't finished before the carnage began. Maybe we can get Mr. Ben Samurai to come as well? I certainly wouldn't want to break up our little group. As Lydia Deetz with a nose-ring over here offered, my place is open as well. "To be serious, I'd rather have smaller groups of half a dozen or less. Any more and we'd be too large to mobilize efficiently. Any less than three and we'd be as good as swarmed by whatever it was out there. And, should we wait until dawn or daylight or just hope the power and lights don't drop like panties at a U2 concert?" Dr. Victor gave a slow nod towards Micah and a half sneer/smile. Time to get everything I I need, and maybe if we have enough people we can make a really dangerous and quick detour to a pharmacy on the way. I'd hate to see anyone drop from something as primitively dangerous like pneumonia or tetanus.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Sept 28, 2012 8:14:49 GMT -8
Tab Patti coughed loudly and gave Micah a glare when he continued to berate Alex. Not that she had much use for faith these days, but the antagonism wasn't doing anyone any good. She'd have to speak with him later. Tab "I think smaller groups would be a mixed blessing. Sure, you'd be able to move faster, but look at what we just did. Three people would have been overwhelmed in a heartbeat." Patti glanced around to assess people's reactions. "This seems to be a self perpetuating catastrophe. Wherever there are people, the situation will only continue to degenerate. We need to get out of town, maybe up into the mountains. Winter's a long way away and we'd have plenty of time to move on before it got too treacherous up there." Tab She paused for a breath, then continued. "I've got four shotguns, two pistols, and some ammo at my apartment, about five blocks from here. That said, I think it's a really bad idea for anyone to travel on the streets at night."
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Post by DKender on Sept 28, 2012 8:56:19 GMT -8
Now that the worst fighting had died down, Alex had time to think. They couldn't stay in the mall forever. It was too cavernous and glassy. But Ms. Patti was right; they shouldn't travel at night. Maybe they could rest until morning, get something to eat and drink, and then leave at dawn. Although light might bring the worst of it. Alex recalled Isaiah: How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, who didst rise in the morning? "Look for Nat, too," he told Ben. "Him and his dad. And we got to find food. I could use some Gatorade and chicken right now. A new shirt, too. Any shirt. Also, a toothbrush." He'd just had his teeth whitened professionally. It was a gift from his auntie, the dentist. Alex rubbed his chin and was thankful that he never needed to shave. All those wise guys in the locker room who teased his hairless legs were probably eating their words. And speaking of wise guys ... "Oh, and Micah? Don't think I didn't hear that, Homeboy. You're one more Christian Boy away from really pissing me off. What the hell is your problem, anyway?" Not-at-all friendfully Sorry, Kelly. It had to be done. That word belongs to the world now., Alex rounded on the Australian ninety-pounder and quickly closed the distance between them.
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