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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Sept 22, 2012 19:13:18 GMT -8
The food court was a mess of blood and broken furniture. There was a gaping hole in the glass roof like a hungry mouth, waiting to gorge on the survivors of whatever had gone down. Micah was surprised when he spotted that all his companions including the Doctor were alive and mostly well. Then he saw it in the centre, the kid from before looking very dead but very angry. Micah grinned, surely if there was a zombie he could handle it was this little shit. Ah poetic justice, you can be sweet when you want to be. He still felt bad for the kid but he would be lying if he didn't admit a twinge of satisfaction. The kid was making a gutteral sound, impossible for a small child to make, let alone one with a broken neck. His head was now crushed for real and Micah was shocked at the stark difference. Teeth jutted out of the boys lips and the top of his head was now concave and blood, brains and bits of skull were seeping slowly to the floor. He moved towards the undead kid with both knives at the ready and shaking like they were electric in his hands. "It isn't so fucking funny anymore is it?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Sept 22, 2012 19:35:00 GMT -8
Patti frowned momentarily at her inability to break the damned thing's arm on her own, but grabbed up the gun as quick as she could. Glock 22, .40 caliber. Fifteen round magazine if she remembered correctly from when she was shopping for hers. That meant she only had nine rounds left. (OOC - pictures online indicate SPD officers wear belts with old-skool metal buckles, so Patti will have to pull the extra magazines out of their pouches, but I think she'd take the time. If the corpse grabs at her, she'd attempt to put one bullet in the head - like in the movies - if that didn't work she'd abandon her attempt to harvest the extra ammo.) Gun in hand, Patti ran over to where the young man (Where the hell did his shirt disappear to? Hot damn, he was something else! Like some sort of sexy amalgam of Adam Beach and Daniel Craig.) was standing with a metal chair. She placed one hand on his arm to keep him from charging the boy-thing before she could get a shot in. She was about to take a shot at the boy zombie, but that Australian kid seemed hellbent on getting at that thing with some Ginsu looking knives. People below on the main stairwell began shrieking and parting way, for the woman with glasses, who ran full bore up the stairs, making a hideous groaning. The back of her head was softened and red, but not showing bone. "Give me room, let's see if this works like in the movies." She wasn't nearly as good with a handgun as with a long rifle or a shotgun, but she was probably as good as your average cop (which was a little scary, in her opinion). She took aim at the female creature's head, making sure there weren't any innocent bystanders on the far side, and took her best shot. One caught the zombie in the ear, and the other right through the temple. A shower of red gore sprayed out the other side and stopped the creature in its mad dash, sending it flipping end over end until it landed in an unnatural heap like a tossed doll.
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Post by DKender on Sept 22, 2012 20:02:29 GMT -8
Alex turned away from the demon child long enough to glance at the woman who'd joined him. She carried a gun! An honest to God gun. And by the way she held that gun, Alex suspected that she knew how to use it. "Yes, Ma’am!" For the first time since hell let loose, Alex smiled. It was his classic smile, the kind that put dimples in his cheeks (his high school sweethearts used to love those). Not a maniacal smile like that doctor sported. And speaking of the doctor: who was he calling a Greco Roman wrestler? Alex was an Apache Pawnee baseball player, and proud of it. He wouldn't be caught dead wrestling, anyway. Not with those goofy regulation uniforms.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Sept 22, 2012 21:43:15 GMT -8
Oh god Micah hoped he knew what he was doing. Remembering back to the play fights he had with his little brother, he launched at the little fucker using his knees to the push him onto the ground. As if he were cutting the neck off a chicken, he pushed the knife in his right hand down on what was left of the kid's neck. He attempted to keep the thing from ripping his head off by holding down his arms with one hand and using his right elbow for the other as he cut. The little fucker snapping at him the whole time. It was lucky it was only a child because it was unnaturally strong. "Just be a good little shit and die already... Please?" ( Feel free to modify, he may not get that lucky)
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Post by Suyoi on Sept 22, 2012 22:29:41 GMT -8
Dr. Victor tried to keep his voice above that of the screaming. "Right, then, let's all get together somewhere nice and close, right?" His eyes drifted over towards the Australian man who identified himself as Micah. My word, more like a surgeon with Parkinsons' instead of a real doctor, isn't he?"Group up, melee in front, range in back and delicate flowers in the middle. That would be your cue, Nat; keep your stomach contents in check, if you have any left." Dr. Victor lingered over the police officer next to the Asian assault man, allowing himself a once-over of the corpse. Within a few moments, he had what he hoped was a quick visual autopsy with which he could use later, should survival occur. He attempted to locate and grab the Maglite just in case, especially considering the wonderful durability of plastic. "Is anyone going to put that addled-brain hormone-driven over-lactating sack of a woman down-er, I mean, down again? Who rushes to an obviously dead corpse? Really, Mary, I wish you wouldn't stack the deck against us by twisting everything with a below-average intelligence quotient with a poor-man's upper gi bleed. Poor sport, Mary, poor sport indeed."
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Post by DKender on Sept 22, 2012 23:03:52 GMT -8
Melee? Flowers? Lactation? What? Alex didn't understand what the doctor was shouting. Maybe he was hysterical, or driven mad by visions of hell. That couldn't happen. They needed a healer. Should he slap him? Wasn't that supposed to help hysterics? Alex turned and shouted, "SIR! Sir, you’re speaking in tongues! Pull yourself together!" If only everyone could be as collected as the woman at his side, or as . . . brutally effective as the thin guy tearing into the child demon with his knives.
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Post by kilnarak on Sept 22, 2012 23:57:59 GMT -8
Nat accepted Victor's hand up, albeit tentatively. The doctor looked more than half mad, after all, the way his eyes twitched manically from side to side. Not to mention, once on his feet the man began to ramble off to the ceiling about... what, Lovecraft? Nat just smiled nervously and nodded - oh yes, of course, I understand exactly what you're saying Mr. chair-swinging psychopath. Nat almost missed his pet British creeper, for a moment. Of course, said creeper was sure to follow him - and Sarah as well - in leaving the shelter. ... and then, of course, there was the rather handsome, shirtless man who was... barrelling toward them screaming that he was not possessed. Nat wasn't sure what to make of that, but just to be safe, he ducked around behind Dr. Victor - let the crazy man with the 'weapon' decide what to do about that. As he was distracted by the doctor, Nat did not see the boy fall from above, although he certainly heard him hit ground. He also heard the frantic cries of the boy's mother, the relief, and then the screaming. It was only after the screaming began that he looked to see the tiny mangled corpse - just in time to watch the woman who must have been his mother back herself off the edge of the staircase. His eyes could hardly leave the child - the most certainly dead child. It... Was it true what people had been saying? There were... zombies? There were gunshots nearby and more screaming, but Nat couldn't look away from the tiny, snarling corpse. Not even when the man with his flashing, slashing knives stepped in front of the thing, tore into it. It was only after the blood began to flow - and fly in bright crimson spatters - that Nat wrenched his eyes away. The blonde whimpered softly, hardly aware of the noise, and turned to hide behind... Victor? No, no, he was spouting off... who knows what. For all Nat knew, the man might be possessed by... whatever it was, the woman, the cop. No, no, Nat turned to cling to the nearest not crazy person. He would follow where directed, but he needed a moment - he needed something sane to get his bearing back. ... of course, that might prove rather difficult, given the current company.
Basil- "Oh yes dear one, cling to me in this time of great difficulty!"
Basil put his head tenderly on Nat's. He smelled like stale rum and Brylcreme.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 23, 2012 0:02:54 GMT -8
Micah slashed at the child's neck, the blood that spurted out had little strength in its spray, but was still hot. It splattered across his chest and face and made him shudder. He sawed through cartilage, feeling the knives scrape against bone. BLAP The child's head slumped forward, hanging from a flap of flesh that was all that remained of its neck. Its body went slack, and he dropped it with a wet thump. Blood poured out like he'd tipped over a bucket of maroon paint. People screamed and cowered, and ran down the stairs past the mutilated corpses.
Downstairs, there was more screaming, but it sounded like it was for a different reason. These screams were less of outrage and shock, and more of mortal terror.
Jackson slammed open the stairwell door, not taking the time to comprehend the bizarre scene he'd missed.
Jackson- "Anyone who can fight-- Downstairs, now!! Emergency!"
(Anyone who'd like to get in on some action, check out the first floor thread...!)
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Post by Gillsing on Sept 23, 2012 2:03:43 GMT -8
Jackson's words shook Ben's mind into some kind of working order. Clearly they were all fucked. Nowhere to hide, not for any length of time anyway. So he might as well try to fight. But he would really like to have a decent hitting-stick for that, and the only one he could think of was down in his car, in the underground parking garage. If he made a run right now, without wasting time, perhaps he might make it? "I'm going down to the parking garage," he said to Sonya. "I'll be back... I hope." Then he took off, running downstairs as quickly as he could.
Sonya- "Oh no! Please be careful..!"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 23, 2012 3:03:49 GMT -8
Jackson moved aside for Ben to enter the stairwell, and caught Anna's hand as she ran towards him. James yelled something to his brother in a foreign language, and he nodded, moving towards the stairs as well.
Sarah, Sonya, and the rest of the terrified third floor survivors moved to hide behind half walls and into store fronts, some people thinking to try to pull the roll downs closed for cover.
In the stairwell, Jackson, Anna, Eric, Ben and anyone else who came along had to dodge people fleeing from the first floor. Anna held Jackson's hand as he led her down the stairs, he held a broken-off table leg in his other hand.
Anna- "What's going on?"
Jackson- "The-the dead I guess...!"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Sept 23, 2012 7:07:02 GMT -8
One down, seven-and-a-half billion to go? Patti checked the magazines she had hastily shoved into her pocket. Excellent! Extended law enforcement magazines. That gave her nine rounds left in the current one and two more of seventeen.
She heard Ben say he was going down to the parking garage and then break for the stairwell. She ran after him, bursting into the stairwell almost half a minute after him."Ben, wait!! Don't go down there alone!" She moved down the stairs as quickly as she could, keeping one hand on the railing, not wanting to end up like the woman she just shot.
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Post by Suyoi on Sept 23, 2012 10:47:50 GMT -8
Dr. Victor had but one last thing to do before making his decision; the penultimate eyeroll. "We're sending everyone up to the third floor to get away from some 'z-z-zombie' or whatever... well I certainly am not going to be stuck up here with the remaining screaming women and children. That's on you, Mary." He moved at a sluggish pace, almost grumbling as he skidded through gore and blood. Picking up the medical dufflebag, he tossed his hands into the air, flashlight flinging wildly. "Patti! Patti! Why am I in charge again? I'll tell you why. I'm in charge because you have the gun. If we BOTH can agree on a decision, it must be a good one. If you dislike the decision... well at least you have the gun." He refused to trot or even canter through the swarm of screaming scattered people. "I'm not exactly too keen on leaving everyone on a third floor space. Haven't you ever played as a child? The roof is not tactically sound, and since the third floor now has an open airway to the roof... Seriously, though... Mary wanted everyone to run outside." He coughed as someone pushed him against the side of the stairwell. "I SAID MARY WANTED EVERYONE TO GO OUTSIDE! At least let us stay inside for the time being." The good doctor only hoped his voice carried over the crowd. He also added a smaller hope for people to recall his pitch and timbre. He tagged on the desire for them not to become accustomed to his voice to tune him out like a mother would a child... like everyone else he had contact with.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 23, 2012 11:59:15 GMT -8
Ben, Patti and petulant Dr. V (?) please continue to the garage thread, or the 1st floor thread, along with anyone else who follows this crew.
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Post by DKender on Sept 23, 2012 12:16:30 GMT -8
The tattooed man mentioned an emergency? Was it something worse than the demons in the food court? Alex could fight downstairs, yeah, but should he? He did not have time to ponder the question, because the gun woman (her name was Patti, wasn't it?) started moving downstairs. Alex shouted, "Ms. Patti! I got your back!" He scanned the area for a weapon less unwieldy than a chair and settled on a table leg. Alex's gaze darted to White Emiliano (was his actual name Nat? Alex thought he heard somebody call him Nat). It looked like he was comforting his old dad. That was sweet. Alex hoped nothing happened to them. As he passed the two, he said, "Nat, if you guys go downstairs, stay close to me and Ms. Patti, got it? Just don’t let your dad outta your sight. These demons have turned son against mother. We got to protect our families." He nodded once decisively, and then followed Patti downstairs.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Sept 23, 2012 13:14:48 GMT -8
Micah looked disbelieving at the horror he had just created and let out a whimper that was a long time coming. Micah heaved the contents of his stomach over the poor kid's ravaged body, adding even more to the gore already there. He stood up shakily and glanced over to were the others were grouping up. Hell if he was going to be left alone! He scuttled towards the group which included the black woman, chubster ( he had forgotten his name), the Doctor and some Indian guy who was pretty hot (but looked way too wholesome). " Uh hey, I'm coming too..." He looked to the blonde guy Nat who was cowering behind the British creep, Basil. Knowing that he was not exactly the most comforting sight at this time, he tried to smile apologetically. "Do you really want to stay here with him? On the ship we called him the Pringle Popper, do you really want to find out where he got it?"
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