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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 6, 2012 21:36:00 GMT -8
Davin came in quickly, grunting, grabbed something out of the bathroom, and said one thing in the living room before leaving again abruptly. Davin- "Try to get everyone to stay put, can you? This futzing around in the dark is insane." ...and he was gone.
Anna- "Uh, think Patti went to bump into walls randomly in the hall... You should stay put unless you wanna be ghost chow. I think Davin's right. We can get baths and clothes and shit tomorrow, but for now it's safer with less movement and a formal watch. But whatever Micah. Anarchy rules."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Oct 6, 2012 22:19:45 GMT -8
Micah suddenly realised he'd been seeing double, he'd only brought back the full bowl of Bulgogi. His legs starting shaking again. He quickly placed the bowl down on what he hoped was the real coffee table and crashed in a empty space on the couch. "No worries, help yourself.." He didn't wait for an answer before dozing off... Thunder rumbled pleasantly in the background, Williamstown beach was full of families enjoying the summer heat. Micah sat on the soft sand, a group of seagulls fought over fish and chips nearby. He closed his eyes, enjoying the familiar smells and sounds of home. He lent back into the sand, it had all been a horrible nightmare after all.
Opening his eyes again, the blue sky was a stark but familiar contrast to the rumbling of thunder kilometres away. “'S'kuse me!” A small child looked down at him, snot dribbling from his nostril and ice cream smeared across his face. “Fuck off!” Micah growled. Fucking kids. He closed his eyes again, willing the child to disappear. “S'KUSE ME!!” the boy yelled more urgently. “What??!!” Micah yelled back. “You're lying on my Mummy...” Micah shot up and looked down. Sure enough, a large over-weight woman buried in sand up to her chest, lay beneath the spot he had been lying on. A sandcastle beginning on her left leg. “Oh god I'm sorry, I- I didn't see you t-there.” The woman leered at him, it seemed to stretched right across her face splitting her cheek. She began shuffling off the sand, slowly coming to a stand, as crimson blood and guts began to gush out from her side along with the sand. The boy looked up at Micah, his crushed skull and broken neck hanging on by a thread. Micah backed away, bile rising in his throat, oh god not here too... THUMP! He had backed into large man. Micah almost fainted, the sickening familiar smell of fish and chip oil, beer and cigarettes enveloped his nostrils. “What the FUCK are you doing here Mike?? I did'n think ya show ya face here again. You little fucking cunt!!” His uncle grabbed him by the shoulders, lurching him around until his rank breath was in Micah's face. “You cowardly little piece of SHIT!! It was'n bad enough to leave ya poor mum once, to go to your expen'sive fuckin' cookin' school, leav'n me an' ya brother ta' mind the shop. You then leave again on a fuckin' cruise ship, the day ya mum gets diagnosed with cancer of the bowels. An' she still misses ya! Ya'd be happy ta' know the cancer ain't eating her no more, ya brother is though...” Blood began dripping from his uncle's beady eyes and poured from his mouth. His face seemed to have muscles in places it shouldn't. His eyes became a startling milky white.“REEEEHEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Did you really think I'd forget you Micah? Oh My poppet, the others just got a taster but I'm saving something special for you...” A warm liquid began licking at his socks and he didn't have to look down to know what it was.“Westlake Station -- this is the last stop for Micah in downtown Seattle. Please try to disembark, door's on my right.” Micah turned and saw what waited for him in the carriage and screamed...
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 7, 2012 2:54:12 GMT -8
Luke- "AAAAAAAAAAAAIEEEE! ugg, uff..."
Jackson- "Could everyone who is having a nightmare please wake up and then try to go back to sleep again? Thanks!" Basil had been on watch. Basil- "Just a bad dream, lad... Sogni d'oro, bello."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 7, 2012 15:24:00 GMT -8
(REPOSTED IN EVERY THREAD)
The night dragged on for anyone who remained awake, and next to no one enjoyed a full night's rest. Most people woke up in random panics, confused and terrified as to where they were and what they were doing. Rooms full of strangers snored and mumbled to each other in the pitch dark, lit only by the candles of those who found the prospect of staying awake a little easier in this circumstance. Outside, it was surprisingly quiet, mostly they just heard the sound of wind and the screech of a tire now and then. Lights flickered on and off outside, and just before dawn, all lights were out.
Davin set his phone alarm for a half hour before sunrise, and got up, talking briefly to Tyrone and started gathering some supplies to set out.
Dr. Victor stayed watch over Volya and found himself jumping a few times as the man coughed or snored. Nothing seemed to happen to him.
Sonya and Sandy slept next to each other, and whispered quietly in a broken Korean/English mixture through the night.
Anna let as many people as could fit sleep on her bed, and also woke up early, starting to pack clothes and memorabilia.
Eric slept on Anna's couch, the gun propped on the sliding glass door, and James woke him up as Anna started moving around.
The sun rose at 6:40 AM.
The apartments filled with light, even the halls. Every room was surrounded with windows, and the cloudy morning sky faded from a blank blue to a blank white. Steve Heeren and some others were chatting about Easter, which would have been that weekend. Was this of religious significance?
Outside, if anyone stepped on to the balcony for a view, they would see a nerve-wracking site.
Groups of people milled around. Here a group of twenty, here a group of fifty. Down the road a ways, was that a hundred or more? The occasional car tore by, gunshots, someone running past their slower attackers. Birds chirped incessantly.
It was 6:50 AM.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Oct 7, 2012 16:47:43 GMT -8
Micah somehow managed to get some dreamless sleep. It was funny, he almost couldn't remember the nightmare anymore. He had flashes of his uncle, blood and the horror on the train. He groggily opened his eyes, oh god he'd been drooling on someone's lap. He look up into the snoring face of Basil Pringle, the nightmare wasn't over after all. He removed himself from the creepy Englishman. Looking around the room, he couldn't see Alex or Nat or any of the more familiar faces. He got up to go to the empty apartment, finding the doctor looking tired and out of it in the hall. "Uh hey, did you get any sleep? Nice outfit." Micah smirked, the doctor looked more ridiculous than he did.
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 7, 2012 17:17:52 GMT -8
The doctor glared at the Micah, shaking his head. He looked the other man up and down, eyebrow raising at the footwear. "I got something you could call sleep, yes. I have to say, you did look a lot better without your clothes. Ah, and you laced your boots wrong." The doctor closed the distance with Micah, leaning his head next to the other one's ear. "One of them is sick. I need to find some meds for him but I don't know if it will even work. People are going to split up and I need to know if I can depend on you." The doctor reached out to take Micah's hand and place it on the pistol tucked on the side of his hip. His tone slipped back into the joyful almost manic tone he used in the shower. "Patti gave that to me to do what needs to be done. I just want to make sure you don't go and leave me alone with these creeps again."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Oct 7, 2012 18:11:35 GMT -8
Micah flinched as the doctor moved in, his uncle still swimming around between his conscious and unconscious mind. All the horror they had seen yesterday and it was still his uncle Frank that inspired the most fear.
Micah was still frozen when the doctor placed his hand on the gun. His fingers recoiled from the gun like the legs of a spider. Was the doctor threatening him?"You don't know me very fucking well doctor, I have put my own life above that of others for a long time. I left my mum sick with cancer to escape my uncle. I think I can handle whatever shit needs to be done... I-I'm sorry?" Micah attempted to regain his composure, he removed his hand from the doctor's."Trust me, you looked much better naked, than in that sequinned nightmare." He smiled.
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 7, 2012 19:00:21 GMT -8
The good doctor let Micah's smile wash over him... and a hint of fear? The doctor shrugged his shoulders, sequins glinting in the horrible morning light. Dr. Victor tried to let the urgency out of his voice, but his exhaustion only seemed to heighten his anxiousness. Confusion, indeed, would seem to be worse during the morning. "I'm sorry to hear that. Micah, I really am. I just wanted to give you solidar- Oh, fuck it all. Patti said I need to be a better 'leader' and I just don't think I can. I should know these people better, and you're right. Whatever your uncle has done it was not deserved. And... and we all have great sins which we bear, but now certainly is not the time to let them devour us. Okay? "Well, in any event, for what its worth, there should be some sort of meal prepared this morning. I don't know what to really have... maybe dried bread or some continental breakfast? You know what we need, dear Micah, a big steaming pot of coffee. You're a chef, right? You probably could make a decent meal out of scraps."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Oct 7, 2012 20:15:58 GMT -8
The doctor was right of course."Sorry, I'm being a mopey fuck, you're right." He put his hand on the doctor's shoulder."Fuck that, you don't need to let everyone cry on your fucking shoulder to be a leader. Just be honest, those people are fucking sheep, prod the fuckers. It was easier on the ship, you just fired them. I guess I can see what colonel Teddy's son left us, I'm not cooking for all these guys without pay though. First in, first fed. I'll make an exception for those with a use, you and Patti. " Micah moved past the doctor and head up to the 12th floor.( He will look for cereal, coffee, milk, eggs and bread etc)
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Post by DKender on Oct 7, 2012 20:44:06 GMT -8
As Alex passed Micah, who was leaving Anna's apartment, he gave the guy a friendly shoulder slap. "Ey, Homeboy. You sleep all right?" At this point, Alex caught sight of the doctor. Tights. Sparkly sequin shirt. TIGHTS. For a wonderful moment, all the fear and sorrow he'd experienced recently was replaced by that image: the arrogant and long-wordy doctor wearing sequins and tights. Alex thought he'd pass out from the laughter. He just couldn’t stop. He felt dizzy and had to lean against the door frame for support. "Doctor ... Doctor Victor ... have a wild date planned, do you?"
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 7, 2012 21:05:44 GMT -8
The doctor took the laughter in stride, slowly following up the stairs after Micah, head shaking slowly from the other man's laughter. "Alex, I normally don't try and form an elaborate insult this early in the morning; especially when I haven't had my coffee. However, I will just let this one slide by: stop staring at the monster for it might wake up and strangle you, hmm?" The doctor adjusted his crown jewels mockingly. "Hey. Do you have anywhere you want to go? I'm following my stomach upstairs... for clothing... where the hell did you get that outfit? Care to bring me some more of them upstairs? I might negotiate you a snack. Vol-" The doctor let his words cut off, almost seeing Patti's disagreeing face and waggling, chastising finger. "You're an excellent sportsman. I bet you enjoy running. It may come to that, but at least I can count on you to make it faster than anyone else, right? And you're strong. You can take care of yourself; I think you'd make an excellent scout with those attributes. Think on it, please?" The doctor nodded slowly, his face a blank canvas. Turning, he followed Micah upstairs, not willing to sit in the uncomfortable plague-infested floor for longer than he had to. And not one person had even bothered to do any oral care at all. The doctor wished he had a pack of gum... no matter how bad it made the coffee taste.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 7, 2012 21:21:42 GMT -8
In Anna's room, there was only drama - an echo of the Patti scene on the balcony next door.
Luke and Kaito looked off the balcony, transfixed. James and Eric furiously discussed plans in Chinese while Basil looked on. Someone he didn't recognize that kinda looked like Charles Grodin was standing with Anna and Jackson, and they were arguing. Anna- "You can see people running down there - it's because we're faster than zombies and running is still possible. I sure ain't gonna wait for nightfall and the demon patrol strolling in through the windows like the fucking Lost Boys."
Jackson- "Don't run alone! Zombies may be slow but as far as we know, they don't need rest... We need to only move when we can and when we know where we're going."
Anna- "You wanna try wrangling these muppets? It's anarchy baby - not the way I wanted it, but anarchy just the same."
Grodin-alike- "You're a pepper. You should stick around. These apartments will be a hoot."
Anna & Jackson- "Buzz off!"
Anna- "Jinx, you owe me a coke."
Jackson- "Please? Just stick with Davin, Tyrone, and Patti a bit longer... See how it goes."
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Post by DKender on Oct 7, 2012 22:05:06 GMT -8
Wait ... was the doctor the monster, or were his awful clothes the monster? Alex was staring at both, admittedly. He bit his lip and tried to puzzle through the insult, with zero success. When Dr. Victor mentioned scouting, Alex cleared his throat and flashed a smile. "Hey, no problem. Ever hear of Apache scouts? Count on me." Then, he wove through the apartment and spotted Anna, Jackson, and Not-Grodin surveying the city. They were having a serious discussion. Surely, Anna didn't really want to strike out alone?
"This isn’t anarchy at all," Alex remarked quietly. "Anna, I can help carry your things, if you need it. Just come with us, like Jackson said."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 8, 2012 11:07:49 GMT -8
Anna- "Oh good grief. Alex, was it? I don't need help. That's what I'm getting at. I'm probably better off on my own, because I can move fast if I'm not worried about hauling slowpokes with me. Most of us are probably better off alone."
Grodin-alike- "It's the door basher, and his clothes are all wet. Broke into the wrong room?"
Jackson- (to Grodin-alike) "Why are you even in here, dude? Jesus."
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Post by DKender on Oct 8, 2012 13:16:52 GMT -8
Alex blushed when Not-Grodin mentioned the door incident. He wasn't cut out for breaking and entering, and that's why the group needed one-kick-wonder Anna. But he doubted she'd do anything for altruistic reasons. "My father says that when a man looks north, death comes from the south. Maybe you are fast, but unless you have a third eye I don't know about, it's still safer with a team. Do what you want, though." He almost added: I'll pray for you. But that line didn't go over well with Micah, so he doubted it'd go over well with her.
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