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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Sept 22, 2012 1:35:46 GMT -8
Micah was grateful that his awkwardness had landed him back in the kitchen, the familiarity of it was comforting as he listened to the horrific sounds coming from outside. He felt guilty for wishing bad shit for the doctor, because he doubted the man was still alive. If James wasn't in the room with him, he would have considered going fetal. He really really hoped that the icey bitch had forgotten about him...
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Sept 22, 2012 1:55:36 GMT -8
Ben was shocked by the gunshots from his paralysis. He looked about for Sonya, or at least a place to run, and saw her cringing behind a wall with a few other people. He ran toward them, gun shots still going off, he knew not exactly where, and got into place.
He felt a weird distraction. Oh man, am I sweating that much? Something was running down his face. He noticed it was red in his hand and looked up.
The bloody woman was on the ceiling, posed like a cockroach, head swiveled toward him and smiling. Gore dripped from her onto the collected citizens. They shrieked and collapsed, but couldn't think to run.
The ghoul scuttled away.
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Post by DKender on Sept 22, 2012 1:56:02 GMT -8
First, Alex felt pain. His shoulder stung, and the back of his head throbbed. After years of rough sports, aches like these were familiar. Comforting. Then, he remembered the despair. His body had been a cage. Those demons had torn his soul from his bound and useless flesh, and he could not resist. He had not even TRIED to resist. He'd given in quickly and completely, unable deny their call: come into the fire. A visceral panic seized Alex, and, as he regained consciousness, he realized that he was … screaming? No, not screaming. It was a hoarse, deep, tormented sound that made his throat feel raw with its intensity. He couldn't give in to these beasts. He had to fight. He had to fight for his parents, for his grandparents, for his border collie, for his team, for these people trapped in the mall, and for Emiliano. Jesus Christ, Alex thought, protect Emiliano. The guy wouldn't slap a mosquito. How could an honest-to-God pacifist survive this horror? Alex urged himself to stop howling like a madman and get up. Get up. GET UP. But his legs felt so weak ... and he was shivering. His nightmares were prophesies. Hell was coming for him. With a desperate motion, Alex grasped the crucifix around his neck and clutched it so tightly in his hand, it stung. The pain brought a moment of calm. How did the Prayer to Saint Michael go? Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio; contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium. Yes. Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle; be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. He could do this. At the very least, he had to try. Alex took a deep breath and prepared to stand.
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Post by Gillsing on Sept 22, 2012 2:07:32 GMT -8
(I was ninja'd again!) Ben- "AHHHHHH!"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Sept 22, 2012 6:56:17 GMT -8
The cop was on the ground, flopping. The inexplicable Bolo Yeung stunt double was scanning for a second target while keeping his HK pointed at the body on the ground. Patti looked around frantically, unable to locate the flying puppet master. How the hell did she do that anyway? Weren't zombies and shit supposed to reproduce through bites and scratches and shit? This thing just looked at him funny and made him blow his brains out. What chance did Patti have against this thing? None. Patti heard some screams and burst into action without thinking. She was down at the convulsing man's side, trying to pry his pistol from his iron grip. This was useless and disgusting, but she couldn't foresee any scenario in which she survived the night without a firearm. She jumped to her feet and began stomping the man's forearm in hopes that involuntary force applied to the ligaments would release his grip. She started to say a prayer, reflexively, though it devolved as soon as it started. "Jesus fucking Christ! LET! GO! OF! THE GODDAMNED GUN! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
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Post by Suyoi on Sept 22, 2012 9:32:52 GMT -8
Dr. Victor let loose one final shout, "TOOK LONG EN-" before being catapulted into the once neat arrangement of plastic patio furniture. The lack of oxygen in his lungs caused him the greatest distress. His body contorted like a flopping fish, attempting to find legs on which to stand within the white manufactured sea. With footing assured, though breath not forthcoming, he began flinging a chair around with one arm and gesturing inappropriately with the other at the sickening sack of bile and rats'nest hair. "...Condoleezaa Rice! Mary has a temper."
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Post by kilnarak on Sept 22, 2012 14:14:16 GMT -8
With the doctor flailing his way back up to his feet, Nat quickly recoiled and ducked back into the shelter of his plastic-furniture fort. Just in time, too, if he had waited a bit longer, he might have been struck with that plastic chair the man was swinging around. "What-What is it? That... thing?" Nat wasn't even sure why he asked - the Doctor seemed too concerned with shouting inanities and flailing to answer. Nat did follow the man's rude gesture with his eyes, however, and inhaled sharply when he saw the ghoul, impossibly skittering upside-down across the ceiling. That couldn't be real, could it? How was she doing that? He didn't want to look at it, but he couldn't look away. "D-Do you think she's possessed?" It was an insane idea - possession was something that only happened in movies anymore. It was a hoax or a mental illness, it was something his aunt would have harped about as a reason not to EVER use a Ouija Board. It wasn't something real, was it?
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Sept 22, 2012 15:06:30 GMT -8
" So ah James, what do you think is going on out there?" Micah moved hesitantly to where the man stood next to the array of knives and other sharp implements. The guy kept his arms in front of his chest and looked decidedly worried. Micah wished Eric was in here instead, the man practically sweated confidence (hell, the man had a sub-machine gun), his brother not so much. Micah attempted to place what he hoped was a comforting hand on the man's shoulder. James nodded politely at the comforting gesture.
James- "Yes, thank you... I don't really understand. Eric says... some kind of attack? He's a good soldier, he's been in maaaany things like this before in his country before he come here. Maybe we pick a good knife and go help, huh?"
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Post by Suyoi on Sept 22, 2012 16:10:02 GMT -8
The good doctor leaned over, catching his breath when he spied the blonde gentlemen. His face broke into a smile quite unlike his natural demeanor. "Possession is a possibility, but... let's play 'guess the apparition' after we're in a better position, shall we?"
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Post by DKender on Sept 22, 2012 16:57:21 GMT -8
Alex tried to gain his bearings as he shakily climbed to his knees. His eyes darted from person to person. Was that a . . . no way. A machine gun??? Where did it come from? How long had he been unconscious? He glimpsed the thankfully living doctor near the young man Alex had mentally named “White Emiliano”. Not too far away, a woman was struggling with a gore-spattered mess wearing a cop’s uniform. And … did he hear a man screaming? Had anyone else seen hell? Alex would ask later. Alex suddenly realized that his hunt green polo was ripped down the front. So much for 100% cotton standing up to wear and tear. He whipped the useless shirt off and chucked it behind him. What now? The admirably muscular machine gun man (whoa, pretty cool guy) was taking care of business. Maybe Alex should join the group of people crouched behind a table barricade. They could use his help, if a demon snuck up behind them. Yeah. He’d go there. He’d crawl across the ground commando-style, like in the movies. Maybe, on the way, he’d warn the doctor that it was really dangerous for old men to swing around heavy objects without the proper technique ( Alex still nurtures the high school mindset that anybody older than thirty is “old”) He crouched low to the ground and prepared to move. "I'm NOT possessed!" Alex shouted to the group behind the overturned furniture. "Honest to God!" He didn't want them to mistake him for another demon and hit him with a chair as he approached.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 22, 2012 17:33:35 GMT -8
Patti tried to grab the gun from the twitching body, but the arm flailed dangerously with the pistol rattling in its death grip. Anna gestured for Patti to take a step back, and did a flying stomp at the corpse's wrist, landing with a loud crack of her boot on weakened bones. With a drag of her foot, the bones crackled and popped disgustingly. Anna winced and looked away, until the hand came free of the arm with a dribble of oozing gore. The hand gripped on to her shoe tightly, dropping the pistol free for Patti to grab. Anna hopped around, trying to kick the severed hand off her boot.
Anna- "FUCKIN. NASTY."
She kicked hard, and the hand sailed through the air comically, bouncing off a glass window and landing, twitching like a very large spider. People shrieked at the disgusting display and backed away from it.
Eric searched, looking for the other creature, or whatever the enemy was. He kept the gun pointed at the ground and his finger off the trigger.
Suddenly, in the center of the room, a large object fell from the ceiling, with a loud crunch on the tiled floor. Everyone instinctively backed away from it. A body. On the ceiling, Mary laughed a shrieking laugh, hanging from the ceiling above. She smashed a large glass tile in a shower of sparkling shards, and crawled out like a scuttling insect before Eric could get a good aim.
Woman with glasses- "BOBBY?!"
A woman screamed, looking at the small body in the center of the food court floor. Bobby-- the little boy with the squished tomato head, had his act been a terrible premonition of his future?!
Woman with glasses- "Oh, thank God!"
He must have been okay, he twitched a bit, and sat up slowly. His mother ran over to help him.
Woman with glasses- "Bobby? What's--"
The woman backed up, away from her son. He staggered forward with his arms hanging at his sides, his head limp on his shoulder at an unnatural angle. She screamed, and he lurched forward at her with his teeth bared like a snarling dog. She backed straight down the central staircase. She flew backwards, her head cracking and skidding all the way down, her scream cut off abruptly with the blow. Bobby turned to face the crowd, making a wheezing, guttural growl.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Sept 22, 2012 17:53:15 GMT -8
"H-help? I guess.." Fuck, fuck, fuck. Really? Micah took a deep breath, it was time to do something that would make his uncle Frank and disapointed Exes proud. It was time to, as his uncle always said ' harden the fuck up'. His whole body trembled and he fought the urge to cry, run or vomit. Besides, if the Icey bitch came after him, he wanted plenty of space to run and an Asian guy with a machine gun present. "Let's fucking do this" He picked two long sashimi knives and sprinted out the door before reason could catch up, jumping over the counter parkour style and into the fray.
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Post by Gillsing on Sept 22, 2012 18:29:32 GMT -8
After the ghoulish creature had crawled out of his sight, Ben lay very still for a while. She was still up there somewhere, and for whatever reason she had decided not to kill them all at that particular moment. Clearly she was only playing with them."This is so much worse than zombies." Then he heard her shrieking laugh from the ceiling. What was she doing? Ben got up to get a better look, even though he really didn't want to see. But he had to. He watched the dead woman crawl outside, and hoped that would be the last they'd see of her. Then he saw the kid get up. And the kid's mother go down."Oh, crap."
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Post by DKender on Sept 22, 2012 18:33:00 GMT -8
Alex froze halfway to the table barricade as the demon child fell and . . . oh, Jesus! . . . attacked his own mother. He picked up a chair and held it by the legs like a shield. A few sturdy strikes, and the kid should go down easy. But what if it had telekinesis, like that bleeding woman? He tried to think of a prayer to ward off possessed children, but his mind went blank. No, no. Think of something! Alex blurted out, “Go back to HELL. The power of Christ compels you!”
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Post by Suyoi on Sept 22, 2012 18:34:35 GMT -8
Doctor Victor attempted to not flinch at the tumbling body of the boy as it fell. It was instinctive enough for him to detect the various bony structures, cartilage and fibrous tissues shattering and tearing. Tibia, fibula, pelvis, bilateral hip, coccyx, ribs, cervical spine. The lop-sided head is a dead give away. The doctor kept his glee painted on his face. He knelt down next to the blonde man, extending his hand towards the crouching form. "We need to be on the back end of this, you and I. I'm going to gather my things quickly, and I suggest we make a hasty positioning to the others." Glancing towards the shirtless man, he added, "Right, then... chum. No swinging at the greco-roman wrestler." He stood, chair held as a shielding cudgel towards the ceiling. His lips pursed outwards, eyes darting almost as manically as Mary's eyes had moments before succumbing to pasty, necrotic orbs of soured goat's milk. "Surprisingly, I really don't have any advanced commentary to promote a healthy sense of humor right now. But if you'd like to leave a message, I'd be sure to get back to you. Or if you'd prefer, I can always just point out your rather sad state of being... a sick thought bubble dropped by H.P. Lovecraft and picked up by Canadian animator John Kricfalusi; Mary, you do have a look of a half-jelly filled doughnut and a chewed barbie doll."
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