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Post by Dr. Jar on Jul 31, 2013 13:05:47 GMT -8
A search of the lower rooms revealed muddy footprints of three people in shoes, and one additional barefoot person who scrambled over the surface last night.
The tables in the kitchen are overturned and smashed, and paper from the table floats away, children's scribblings in pencil and crayon, of lions and simplified human figures in blue and pink.
Behind the dining table, the doors open to the outside world, fluttering in the wind. They are intact but unlocked, and the footprints continue on outside onto the back lawn.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Aug 4, 2013 2:30:38 GMT -8
Should they choose to go outside, they find a lovely wide lawn, with a few chickens wandering around in it, and someone standing, facing the gate on the far end. The lawn was broad and wide enough to fit another house on should the owner have chosen, and there is a pool in the center of it, now mostly evaporated and filled with scum, insect larvae, and frogs, should they look hard enough.
The man at the gate looks...suspiciously familiar and suspiciously no-longer-among the living. His movements are repetitive and devoid of intelligence.Breg- "Mr. Michaels." He says suddenly, as if this was some kind of a surprise, and then frowns. "I hope his little girl is alright..." His tone was decidedly pessimistic concerning this possibility.The three chickens wandered freely across the lawn, unconcerned about either the new people or their most likely undead owner shambling around blindly a few yards away.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Aug 4, 2013 6:22:23 GMT -8
"I don't want to be disrespectful of the dead or anything, but maybe we should take the chickens. Unless we are worried people in the neighborhood will think we were involved in the attack somehow."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 4, 2013 6:33:51 GMT -8
"Maybe he's just in shock?" Rob waved his hand at the man, what did Breg call him?"MR. MICHAELS? EXCUSE ME, SIR? ARE..YOU..OKAY?!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Aug 4, 2013 12:42:29 GMT -8
Jacob- "Oh, man, Robert, don't..."
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Post by DKender on Aug 4, 2013 13:53:57 GMT -8
Molly covered her eyes with her free hand, though she spread her fingers wide enough to peek through.
This wasn't going to end well. Or ... begin well.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Aug 4, 2013 14:00:04 GMT -8
The zombie turns when it's hailed. A tall, thin, attractive man in a button up shirt, with his shirt still tucked in. In one hand he still carried the hammer he was using previously, now raised in a death clutch as he stared at them.
His cornea were not yet opaque, and yet his stare was lopsided and glassy. The front of his shirt was torn raggedly around the center of his chest, which was slathered with dark dried blood, and when he shifted his weight, more poured out sluggishly by force of gravity. His handsome face was pale.
Mr. Michaels:
"Grrrrarrr!" The zombie headed towards them at what might be considered a fast walk or slow jog, though if they allowed him within arm-length he would swing his weapon. He headed towards Rob, as if enraged by the prospect.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 4, 2013 15:00:33 GMT -8
“I-I guess not...” Rob raised his rusty pipe and prepared to defend himself against the rapid zombie. A weird thought popped into his head, looks like a heart to heart gone wrong...
((First for defense and second for attack, take -2 or so for wound?))[dice=20] [dice=20][rand=29631472402252257123069227905943994293023161590099315028105792589486]
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Post by Dr. Jar on Aug 4, 2013 15:12:05 GMT -8
Mr Michaels: Mr. Michaels shambled towards them at top speed, which wasn't really a fast zombie speed..more like a..slow jog being impeded by having been dead for some hours."...Ruug?" [dice=20] Rob's blow was enough to break it's face, though in return, he was scratched by the creature with one of its fingernails. A tiny, though painful, wound. The zombie fell on the ground, twitching. Breg- He held an ax at the ready should this get out of hand, and kept an eye behind them as well. "...A familiar wound..." Breg stared at the hole over the heart. Had another human done this? Or was it really a demon? They had not heard any laughter, only the sound of banging and splintering.Sylvia- "He was alive just yesterday..I saw him walking around. Do you really think a demon came in here to punch a hole in his chest?" It certainly wasn't the strangest thing a demon had done but it was worth reflecting on anyways. After all, this wasn't the first time their crew had seen holes in chests.[rand=7802504862193018653665699064731683436223492026337537556036841124]
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Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Aug 4, 2013 18:12:16 GMT -8
Molly wasn't present when the enclave's heavy hitters met more zombies with holes over their hearts. However, the injury did seem unusual. The demons she'd encountered were violent, but a single chest-area puncture wound wasn't their MO. She didn't look at Mr. Michael's body. Anonymous zombies were one thing, but this was a person they knew.[/i] "How awful." Molly looked for signs of a second body.[/i] "Maybe his girl is hiding somewhere in the house. We ... we should check. Maybe she can't hear us. Or maybe she's in shock." There were other, darker maybes, but she didn't want to consider them.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Aug 4, 2013 18:25:37 GMT -8
Wolf circled around Mr. Michaels while his attention was focused on Robbie. From the side, he swung at the man's knee with his heavy wrench.[/i] [dice=20+2][rand=6158474578642703098840545831156319929886529752432388625120410348]
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Post by Dr. Jar on Aug 4, 2013 20:10:00 GMT -8
The zombie stays down, and is pretty well and truly redead now. Or maybe just destroyed since it was dead to begin with. The yard is empty besides the chickens now. With no second bodies to be found.Breg- "I don't think it would cause any harm to take the chickens... We should look up and downstairs to be thorough, and not split up if you can help it." He seems to be pondering something with the body, and eyes the wound sadly."...It is strange..."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 4, 2013 20:35:38 GMT -8
"Yeah, I don't think anyone would think we killed them for their chickens. Ugh horrible, maybe we're looking for some kind of Tinman?" Rob felt the sting from his scratch, he tried to ignore the paranoia of infection. This zombie wasn't any different from any other, right? Right. No need for alarm...
((Jara the scratch made me lol, the most perilous of wounds! Damn you Mr. Michaels for not keeping better care of your nails!))
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Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Aug 4, 2013 21:03:45 GMT -8
Molly shuddered and stepped back inside quickly.[/i] "I'm going upstairs. Sylvia, come on. And keep your weapon up." Apparently, Sylvia was Molly's new personal bodyguard.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Jar on Aug 4, 2013 21:28:13 GMT -8
Sylvia- "I like that idea, but let's go up really slow. I can't imagine anyone would still be alive in here, Molly... We did so much shouting. I guess be careful of ghosts." Her voice is hoarse and serious, though she sticks her hands in her jeans pockets.Breg- Breg moves slowly up the staircase.[/i[
There are more tasteless paintings up the stairs and beyond. The top floor is thickly carpeted, and has about six rooms that they can see, with three doors half ajar. The wind blows through the upper rooms and scatters papers.
They have three choices.
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