DKender
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 Nov 25, 2012 2:09:16 GMT -8
"We need a general. For tactics and stuff." Alex tried to move in sync with Tyrone, his back to the man to avoid more surprises. "I don't really know how to fight. There's an art, right? My uncle always said so." He switched arms and started swinging dominantly left-handed. He wasn't a leftie, but heads were larger than baseballs, and the switch renewed the strength behind each swing.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 25, 2012 2:11:53 GMT -8
Thierry- Columbo- "Oh Charlie, I'm sorry." Shitting fucks! I bitch you! Thierry's weapon was unwieldy in a way that required him to change up its use constantly. One minute it would be a shield, the next an axe, the next a club, then back to shield again. As close as he was to other living people, he couldn't risk big movements, and it was not an effective close range weapon.
Still, he put down a half-eaten businessman and a possible mormon missionary, its shirt now dark brown from old gore. Zombies- "NGGGGGGG!!!"
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 25, 2012 2:12:52 GMT -8
Dr. Victor moved out into the streets slowly, with a more cautious pace. It was overwhelming, the sounds, scents; the movements were had to keep up with. His chaos was more organized than this and with less risk of injury and death... usually. He stopped having a hard time connecting the weapon to the undead fleshbags. In his mind, some random fact about the size of the body parts, torso, arms, and the ratio to rashes and burns played out. The head counted only for ten percent, while the torso was a good sixty percent. The blood was warm initially on his chest but the injury began to sting quickly. The pain fueled a few good swings, dislocating a shoulder from its socket and crumpling a rib cage in on itself, but those blows weren't the ones which stopped locomotive processes in the dead. Teeth and claws continued to bear towards Dr. Victor and he trembled more, losing the anger and hatred and even the pain; all feelings were replaced with fear. Dr. Victor shook, his breath spasm pushing his lungs into a halted state. He swung with quivering limbs and his advancement became more of a retreat.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 25, 2012 2:23:47 GMT -8
Thierry saw the doctor taking advantage of a momentary clearing to try to get into a less clustered area of the melee, but get forced back quickly. He thrust his weapon into a mangled lady's face, leaving it there, and did a flying kick at another zombie, trying to clear a path for the man.
He decided to switch tactics, leaving his weapon and just running around knocking the fuckers down. Doctor Victor! If you can get your wits back, you can attack the ones on the ground much more easily! Columbo started to take advantage. Thierry- "Oh yes! We've got this!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 25, 2012 2:47:28 GMT -8
After a few rounds with our heroes, the battle looked more like this:Kaito floundered under a zombie pile, until the newly freed humans turned their attention to it. Thierry, Stevie, and Alex yanked the zombies off and threw them into the waiting weapons of several other living people... It was a rout! Hip hop hooray ho! Etc.!
Seth came out to the street, looked around, and shrugged. Seth- "Jesus christ. A guy can't take a nap apparently. Well, I'll burn 'em." Thierry gently pulled the doctor out of a pile of zombie ruin that he was nervously stomping on, and reoriented him. Thierry- "Let's see your patient, okay?" That shit was done! Everyone got inside to clean up and etc... Seth ended up putting off the burning to go see to the Sharma situation as things became more clear.
Seth, Columbo, Thierry, and Doctor Victor went to the clinic!
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 26, 2012 16:36:08 GMT -8
Peg and Seth were coming back from another dead end, the last of the day. The sun was up fully now, though there was still the chill of morning in the air. Amusingly, the zombies were at least a bit more sparse than they were in the evenings, as though they hadn't woken up yet. They were starting to thicken more already, sometimes falling or snatching at the bike as they drove by, or wandering in front of it, creating a couple close calls. Seth was a fairly sure driver though, and wasn't racing down the uneven roads. They drove along the shoulder of Eastlake, en route to home. Peg was collapsed into Seth's back, both of them numb from the motorcycle ride and hunger. Seth rolled to a stop near a series of docks. Small white boats were still moored here. He doffed the helmet, and tapped on Peg's. She pulled hers off to hear him. Seth- "Hey, I was thinkin', I wanna go look at those boats. Maybe that'll be a way up north. And we could get a good view from that dock too. Maybe get some pictures of across the water front this direction." Peg shook her head, adjusting to the new information. Peg- "OF COURSE! FUCK! I'll take a fucking boat. Duh. There ain't gonna be a traffic jam on the goddamn Puget Sound."
They got off the bike and shook out their limbs, patient as zombies approached. Peg looked at Seth.
Peg- "Should we...? Maybe just let 'em follow us out there?"
Seth- "Yeah, let's see if they can swim, haha." They walked out onto the docks, staggerers closing in behind. A few turns and they found a long straight dock - just what Seth wanted - heading out onto the water. The first zombie reached them. Seth poked it in the chest with the blunt end of his spear, and pushed it off the dock. It began to "drown," a process that would last indefinitely without air, or until it lost buoyancy or found a way back onto the dock. It was a disturbing sight, but that was the norm lately.
They continued, walking a bit more briskly, their feet clunking on the motley wood, finally reaching the end of the line. Some of the zombies were too stupid to figure out a direct path, but a few were beginning the trip. Peg readied her maul and headed back halfway to wait for them. Seagulls cried.
They shoved the lurching figures into the water, sometimes having to push them down into the water with their weapons, the air still in their lungs leaving them too afloat for their liking. One zombie, a young woman with still running mascara actually gripped on to a rope to keep from sinking, and Seth had to smash its fingers to get it to let go. It didn't feel good.
The boats bobbled next to them calmly. These weren't the huge yachts or high-tech speed boats further down the lake, but old fashioned wooden boats, though they were all painted fresh white and well maintained. The end of the dock seemed strangely separate from the city, and it provided a rather amazingly clear view of the panorama of the lake. Seth began filming a video with his phone, as the occasional splash of zombies in the water sounded below their feet.
There were no boats on the water, other than those moored at distant docks. There were a lot of docks, with varying sized boats on both sides of the lake that stretched before him. Most buildings nearby weren't more than a few stories tall, a noteworthy one nearby with mysterious letters "AGC" on it, was taller than any other around. He could see the smokestacks of the equally mysterious "Zymogenetics" building. He could faintly see the Aurora Bridge on one side, but not the wreckage they had seen earlier.
Directly across the water was the open fields of Gasworks Park, which seemed somehow peaceful. He could see all the way to the U District, some especially tall buildings standing out easily against the skyline. He could see flocks of various birds, mostly as black forms in the sky and mostly quite far away. It was towards the U District that he saw a flock of birds that somehow disturbed his senses, and didn't seem to move naturally. They were large, too large... He filmed them a moment, but found they disturbed him too much to consider carefully, and moved on.
He noticed faint wisps of smoke here and there around town, possibly more in the U District than closer by. The most uncanny thing from a modern perspective was the stillness of the traffic. All cars abandoned, no planes in the sky and no noise of anything electrical or mechanical. The boats clunked against the dock in a incongruously merry noise.Peg- "Hah. Well I'm glad to see you have faith in my abilities. I got the last of them."
Seth- "Of course!" He laughed and stopped filming. "Sorry, got distracted by this view."
Peg- "That's just really funny to hear. The view is more distracting than flesh eating ghouls?"
Seth- "Ha... Weird times. Want some mini-wheats?"
Peg- "Yes. You think of snack food, and you think of string cheese, but all the string cheese is bad now."
Seth- "At least we'll get our fiber."
They sat on the lumpy wood of the dock, the sound of the boats clunking and the water lapping againt the poles, and they crunched on the dry cereal, drinking lukewarm water from the bottles.Seth- "I wonder if anyone knows how to use a boat back home. If not, bet we can find someone."
Peg- "Worst case scenario, I'm pretty sure I could kayak the whole way."
Seth- "Daaamn.
Peg- "Oh it's not that bad on the water. Well, kayaks are pretty fast."
Seth- "It's more peaceful than I thought it'd be out here. Maybe that's not good."
Peg- "Oh yeah... You'd think house boat types would be living out here. Where did everybody go?"
Seth- "I think they're around, just too afraid to go outside, I bet."
Peg- "I guess. *sigh* What about airplanes?"
Seth- "Well, if they were gonna use 'em, they'd probably be in Montana now, or wherever someone would try to go."
Peg- "Yep. Well, I was REALLY hoping to get somewhere today. I have to admit, I'm pretty disappointed... and.. I dunno. What can you do?"
Seth- "I guess it really is like Sharma said. Good to confirm it I guess. I think this boat idea is a good one. You can do this Peg. Even if everyone thinks it's crazy, I know it's what you gotta do."
Peg- "Yeah. I think when I get up there I'm gonna have to just go it alone. You can drop me in Everett with a bike, let me work it out."
Seth- "Even after Sharma and them? Do you think it'll be different there?"
Peg- "There's no highways between the waterfront and where I'm going, that means there's no clusters like that. I'll be able to get through, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to come back or anything like that."
Seth- "We'll miss you, but I understand. If she left somehow, you go find some other people to live with okay? At least until you can set out again."
Peg- "I-I can take care of myself. It won't be a problem." Seth gave her a slightly exasperated look, but nodded and went back to crunching on the cereal.Peg- "Well... You ready?"
Seth- "Sure. Man... I wish we could go outside in peace more. I miss the sun, even this one." He gestured at the feeble white orb in the distance, that tried to light its way through the clouds.Peg- "Yeah... I know what you mean." She picked her maul up off the dock with a heavy whump. They walked lightly down the dock to minimize the clunk of their feet, but zombies were sparse in this area now that they'd thrown the nearby ones into the water. They fought their way through, clearing their way to the motorcycle of anything close and creepy.
As Seth started the bike into motion, he noticed a clearing of cars on Fairview. He gestured that way, the motorcycle too loud for communication. He assumed Peg agreed, and they took off.
Fairview was spotty, but had openings, they drove diagonally through a large empty parking lot, and in a near semi-circle around a snarl of abandoned cars. They came to a confusing triangle of buildings, zombies were close here, snatching at the bike, and Seth lost his bearings for a moment, going down a steep incline on Terry. Something caught his eye in a large blocky building but it was quickly gone as they sped by. He did a loop around the small island in the middle of the road, and came back around.
A massive strip of butcher paper was plastered against the windows on nearly the top floor, held up with with blue tape. Across the paper had been painted extremely large words.PLEASE HELP US MONSTERS DOWNSTAIRS. The two riders were suddenly jarred by a movement against the glass, beneath where the sign had been tacked up. First one figure, then more. The lower half of the windows opened and pale skinny arms waved at them in desperate motion.
Seth heard a muffled "Oh God" from Peg's helmet-y region. He took his helmet off, and raised his arm to wave at them, and held up a finger, trying to gesture 'we'll be back.'
There were at least three people, white teenagers, though there were some other figures behind them, nearly invisible in the darkness. The kids waved their arms in frustration, but Seth noticed they weren't yelling and screaming despite their terrified expressions. Too afraid of what was downstairs? He looked at the lower floor of the building, but it was completely dark without power.Seth- "Shit... shit! Can we do this? Should we stop home?"
Peg- "Absolutely!" As they sped away, Peg kept waving the 'one more minute' hand in the air, looking backwards at them until they were out of sight.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 28, 2012 22:28:45 GMT -8
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DKender
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 Nov 29, 2012 0:11:07 GMT -8
"Micah? MICAAAH!" Alex wildly glanced around the area. No sign of Homeboy. "MICAH, HANG ON!" He looked for any remaining flares. "I need fire! I need the shotgun! Seth, we have to save him! Please!" A living Micah would have escaped the building in double-time; he was a skilled run-awayer. So, since he didn't escape, then he must have ... Ashes to ashes, dust to dust?At the thought, Alex possibly shed a couple discreet worried tears. Just kidding. He started bawling for his "Hoooomeboy" and tried to grab the nearest flare for a doubtlessly futile rescue trip.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 1, 2012 3:01:10 GMT -8
Nora- "We gotta go back, I'll go look for him!"
Seth- "I'll go too."
Anna- "Hold up! This is crazy! We aren't all going back where THAT was. You two macho dudes go ahead, We'll just like.. hide here but if you aren't back in five minutes, we're gonna go home without you."
Peg- "That's kinda brutal, but yeah. I agree. Hurry, guys." Seth nodded to Alex, and kept the shotgun at the ready. (You may post here, but don't go back to the Cornish thread just yet. If you get to the stairs, you will find them quite empty. )
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DKender
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 Dec 1, 2012 18:49:06 GMT -8
Alex calmed down when Seth agreed to launch Special Operation Find Micah. "Thank you." He quickly wiped his face with his fashionable yellow bandana. "H - he probably got lost when the lights went out ..." Alex followed Seth back to the building, flare and sledgehammer at the ready.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 3, 2012 1:52:08 GMT -8
(Let's do the following bit here, though they are going inside...) The two men hurried back into the hall. Daylight turned grey as it came in behind them, shining on the waxed concrete floor like dirty water, fading to complete blackness partway through the hall.
From the far end of the hall was a faint glow from some kind of window, partially obscured. It peeked over a drop off of some kind - maybe stairs? Seth- "We definitely lost him on the stairs.. Guess we gotta just make our way up and look." Seth went to the stairwell, opened the door easily, and was back in the claustrophobic gloom. Alex followed him in, waving the flare.
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DKender
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 Dec 3, 2012 19:15:55 GMT -8
Alex cringed when they entered the stairwell, half-expecting to find Micah sprawled motionlessly on the stairs or, even worse, lurching around with dead eyes like one of those zombies. But the claustrophobic space - what they could see, anyway - was completely empty. Alex whispered urgently, "Seth, being terrified makes Micah sick. So he probably stopped running to barf. And then maybe a ghost chased him back upstairs. If he's hiding ... I don't know what to do. How can we find Micah without shouting? Stupid. I'm stupid. Should have held his hand or something. Damn it." Kateri Tekakwitha, please send us a sign! Please, please! I'll do anything for a sign ...Failing a sign, Alex was ready to search the building room by room from top to bottom. He really hoped divine intervention kicked in sooner rather than later.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 4, 2012 7:09:42 GMT -8
Seth spoke quietly as they ascended the stairs. Seth- "We'll find him. He'll know we're looking for him, so he won't go far. We'll go all the way to the top if we have to..."
Seth adjusted the shotgun in his hands at the last part."If you see something fucked up, you'll know it when you see it, just run downstairs. Don't hesitate." They walked up the stairs more cautiously this time, the light dimmer from only Alex's flare. Seth's face was very tense, and his eyes darted around at the shadows. The stairs were eerily quiet, the hiss of the flare was uncomfortably reminiscent of the sound of lit dynamite in the movies.
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DKender
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 Dec 4, 2012 21:46:06 GMT -8
Alex climbed the stairs directly behind Seth, with the light held out and up. "Fuuhcked up?" He pronounced the curse word awkwardly, even in the tense situation. "Jesus, so there was a demon here ..." Thank God Micah didn't believe in ... God. But what if Alex succumbed to possession? That's why Seth has the shotgun, genius. If he shoots you in the head, maybe your corpse won't bother returning as a zombie, and the guys can jump straight to torching the ghost ...Before his thoughts ran wild and made him sick, Alex tucked his crucifix under his polo and concentrated intently on the back of Seth's head; the short-cropped hair was pinkish in the flare light. Alex had admonished Micah before they were separated. "Be more considerate" might be the last words he said to Homeboy. What had been his last words to Emiliano? Oh, yeah. They were, "I'm going to the mall - want me to bring you back a cookie, or something?" Better than a scolding, but not nearly good enough. Alex couldn't afford to take anything for granted anymore. Quietly, to the back of Seth's head, he said, "You're a good man." When they found Micah, he intended to tell him the same thing.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 5, 2012 3:51:02 GMT -8
Seth chuckled very lowly at Alex's words."You can tell me I'm good when the three of us get out of here alive..." he said without turning.
The stairwell seemed very quiet. They could hear slight creaks of the building, their own footsteps and breath and the hiss of the flare was a roar.
When they hit the fourth floor, there was a very dull noise of a racket coming from an inscrutable location, perhaps the other stairwell. Seth- "Should we check th--" Before he could finish whispering to Alex, they heard a sudden clatter of footsteps running up the stairs.
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