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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 5, 2012 21:53:03 GMT -8
Seth came back with Davin, and a few scarves to pass around the group. Seth- "Thanks a lot guys, I know this is gonna be a dirty job, but you know how the saying goes. I'll light 'em." He handed Patti and Ashley large old cans of hair spray, and produced a long handled 'torch' that had been used upstairs, a former broken table leg. Davin- "We're torchin' corpses. Christ that's disgusting. Thanks for lettin' me know what this was about."
Seth- "Sorry man. Won't be as gross as if we let the animals get to them."
Davin- "Ughhgh. *sigh* Well Patti, we're workin' together again. Just like the old days. ...However many days ago that was." Everyone ready?
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 5, 2012 21:56:07 GMT -8
"I'm ready." He says simply, and holds onto his pipe, shifting it around in his hands. It was, at least clean now.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 5, 2012 22:12:27 GMT -8
"Hrmf. S'ko, gethiss dun." She adjusted the scarf. "Yeah, I'm ready."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 5, 2012 22:23:21 GMT -8
Davin- "Oh Patti, you're not nostalgic at all! I guess talking about '80s television shows is off the table."
Seth- "You guys are funny. OK, let's go." The zombies were still a bit thick where they'd come from, so the group began around the opposite side, climbing around the cars to get to some of the zombies that had been killed in the alley earlier that week, and pushed off to the side. Seth- "Ugh, that one was the worst." He gestured at a zombie missing the top half of its skin, that Davin recalled. Davin- "Gahh... Man. You can pick 'em. Will a little fire do, or should we soak 'em?"
Seth- "Let's move quick, it'll probably keep burning, and we can always uh, finish the job later." Davin used a bottle of expired breath spray, along with Patti and Ashley, and Seth lit the pile of bodies with the burning table leg. Davin- "Minty."
Seth- "Not for long, let's get a move on..."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 5, 2012 22:32:17 GMT -8
Ashley dashed along, torch in hand, and pipe in the other, like a gleeful fire imp. "That's some good thinking." He commented, seeming to admire their tact in setting afire breath spray.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 5, 2012 23:36:51 GMT -8
The four survivors moved around the block, torching bodies and cracking wise to maintain their sanity. Seth tended to flip the bodies face down if they weren't already, and that made things a little less emotionally devastating. Terry Street had a very high concentration of zombies, so their work there had to be cursory, and involved hiding partway through. For anyone who may have been confused about the concentration of zombies, Davin said one word of explanation: Davin- "Amazon."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 6, 2012 12:20:24 GMT -8
Ash didn't say a word when the zombies became thick, and he seemed more visibly agitated. He found himself unable, or unwilling, to say anything at the moment, and stuck close to the others, making sure he was between Seth and Davin and the zombies. His new motto was only kill when necessary.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 6, 2012 14:11:20 GMT -8
The four moved from point to point around the building, only having to hide for a few minutes at the time, and keeping zombie killing to a minimum. They decided they might have to go out again and re-torch anything that hadn't burnt through, later on. For now, they returned to 403, feeling like they'd at least accomplished something. Another day, another dare. Seth and his team went on a run to a few neighborhood restaurants... They ran down a narrow but surprisingly clean alley behind Westlake, rolling the carts. Zombies were up in grits on occasion. Seth watched the back, letting Bryce be in the center, behind Davin and Kenny. Bryce looked around madly, obviously very uncomfortable with the situation he found himself in. Various corporate undeads ambled at the crew and Seth was able to knock them down or dispatch them with superior speed. Once they were partway through the alley, Davin let go of his cart, and hustled up ahead to engage a few zombies coming the other way. Bryce just looked on, stupid.Seth- "Let's just leave the carts back here." He ran a be-sweatered zombie through a bit too fiercely, and had to push another one back with his hands while he wrenched the spear out. Bryce was still waving his head around uselessly.Kenny- "Focus bro! Just stay with me." They formed again on Seth and looked for the best way to go. There was a large glass set of doors labeled "320 Westlake" that seemed an easy entry compared to the handle-less doors that surrounded them. They tried it, and it was unlocked. They hustled inside the dark entryway. Davin and Kenny ran up to the corners, peeking out on Westlake and ducked back inside.Seth- "How does it look out there?"
Davin- "Eh, could be worse. See if we can't get in doors." There were a handful of doors here, including a restroom. The door closest to Westlake seemed to be the one to the coffee shop. They couldn't help but attract the attention of zombies on Westlake, who began their awkward shamble and tried to form a mob. Seth moved toward the coffee shop.Seth- "Gotta block that front door! Fast!" Inside of the coffeeshop was poorly lit with the tree-shaded front and lack of power, and the thin space they had wedged this Starbucks into was rather dim and pathetic. Cordons still stood inside to try to manage the crowds that would never be. Three zombies were slumped over counters and furniture, feeling unmotivated until our heroes had arrived.Seth- "Kenny, Bryce, do the front door!" He and Davin moved to dispatch the listless zombies. Kenny snagged Bryce by the arm and shook him a little bit.Kenny- "Hey bro, don't crap out on me now!" He snapped his fingers in front of Bryce's eyes.Kenny- "Yo, let's do this thing, man." Bryce shook himself loose but didn't seem to know what to do until he saw Kenny start to move furniture to block the entrance.Davin and Seth caused a small clatter as they killed the coffee shop zombies, knocking over a small table in the process. Davin- "I always hated this Starbucks anyways."
Seth- "It's so small... I hope we get a lot of bread at that sandwich shop."
Bryce- "Yeah, I don't know what to think. Well if they got ciabattas and english muffins, they probably got an idea of what it takes to keep that stuff fresh."
Seth- "They might go stale but we can get croutons out of it at least." The front door was being weakly beat on by a middle-aged hippy lady and a ponytailed male zombie with crooked glasses, but Kenny and Bryce had pushed enough of the IKEA-esque tables against it that their feeble assault was no match. Bryce kept trying to move tables, even though Kenny was satisfied.
Seth came over and put a hand on Bryce's shoulder.Seth- "Hey let's see what they got here, huh?"
Bryce- "H-yeah... If they don't have gold pieces and magic swords, this isn't worth it."
Seth- "Aww.. how about cake pops?" Sure enough, the plexiglass display case had a few slightly melted cake pops in it, though a thin streamer of blood was obscuring the view.Bryce- "Disgusting..." Seth moved behind the counter and pulled a pink cake pop out, and put it in his mouth.Seth- "Heyy alright." Davin began moving the syrup bottles closer to the door. There were several bottles of gourmet sodas and mineral water floating in the melted former ice. Kenny pulled out a bottle of Jones soda, and cracked it open. Seth could see Bryce still standing near the front, transfixed by the cretins outside.Seth- "Hey Bryce, help me with this?" He turned around and crept back through the store, extremely cautious near where the bodies had fallen. Seth presented him with a small green object when he got behind the counter. It was a gourmet chocolate bar, still in the wrapper.Bryce- "Thanks...?" He regarded it as though he didn't know what to do with it anymore.Seth- (quietly) "Put that in your pocket, hon. We take the stuff we want out of here."
Bryce- "mm-- okay." He put it into his pocket and looked around eyes carefully avoiding fallen zombies which sent them in useless orbits.
Seth gently moved him toward the lake of floating sodas.Seth- "Fish those out and put them by the door."
Bryce- "Yeah..." Davin looked at Bryce with a hard squint which the young man did not notice, and then he looked at Seth. He moved over to help Seth lump large cans of coffee beans, and started to give him the business.Davin- "Hey uh, I know you made some good decisions, presidente, but what have we got this kid here for?"
Seth- "Well, I thought it'd be good to get everybody used to this sort of stuff. It was a short trip so I thought, y'know."
Davin- "Y'know... maybe you shoulda got the competent people used to it before you brought a shell-shocked Bambi out into the shit with us. Just... throwin' that out there for your consideration chief."
Seth- "Yeah yeah... I know."
Davin- "Uh huh. As long as we understand each other." They gathered the supplies near the back door, loading up pockets with whatever small items could fit. Kenny sat on a chair, finishing off the electric blue soda. Kenny- "Hey, Bryce... It's not that hard, man. Ain't you ever been in fights before?"
Bryce- "Uh... No not really."
Kenny- "Really?"
Bryce- "Yeah... never came up."
Kenny- "Shit, dude. If you never get in fights, shouldn't you have some kind of cool wisdom, like Caine from Kung-Fu?"
Bryce- "Wait... I don't get it. Uhh... what does Kung-fu have to do with not.. fighting. Nevermind."
Seth- "Okay guys, let's get this stuff out to the carts... Eh, let's leave the beans by the door so we can fit more bread."
Davin- "Hey! Little help you two?" Kenny and Bryce got into motion with a little more sense.
The men loaded the carts up with cans of syrup, bottles of soda and cartons of evaporated milk that didn't seem too funky. Seth gestured for Bryce to push one of the carts this time since it took a little less oversight. Bryce seemed to be slightly relieved to be in the open air. The alley was zombie free at the moment. Kenny went up along side Seth for a moment.Kenny- "Hey, y'think maybe it would be a good idea to take a break and have Bryce wack a zombie under controlled circumstances? Like, get one to come into the alley and let him have it?"
Seth- "Hey that's a good idea... I'll see if he's ready for it." Seth went over to Bryce.Seth- "Hey, how do you feel right now?"
Bryce- "Oh you know, uh... little fuckin' crazy. What a scene... Are we gonna get rollin' here?"
Seth- "Do you think you could fight a zombie?"
Bryce- "Uh.. I dunno. If I had to. What are we talking about?"
Seth- "You see, there's not a lot of zombies here. What if we got one in here, and let you get it. We'd all be here, so it wouldn't be dangerous, we could get it if it's too much."
Bryce- "Oh I-I don't think I should do that today..."
Seth- "It might make you feel better, they're really not hard to kill. Just go for the head."
Bryce- "Yeah.. Um, yeah God, but still... I-I just can't believe you're even askin' me, it's y'know... That's kind of some heavy shit to lay on someone at the last second."
Seth- "It might come up at the last second." Bryce shook his head.Davin- *sigh* "Hate to interrupt your picnic ladies, but we got problems the longer we stay out here. Let's just move it."
Seth- "Okay, let's go." He shrugged to Kenny. Kenny shrugged back. They began rolling the carts down the alley.Kenny- "Bryce man... Maybe some other time."
Seth- "Oh I wonder if we could do some kind of training for that.. just go around the alley y'know?"
Davin- "Save the discussion man!"
Kenny- "Hey you're kinda bossy with the president there..."
Davin- "Well maybe I should stop in the middle of Harrison for a chorus of 'Hail to the Chief!'
Kenny- "Whatever, dick." Seth tried to not laugh.
They had to bust down a back door to get inside the Jimmy Johns. It made so much noise that three zombies found their way into the alley. Davin walked down to them, did a quick feinting maneuver, and knocked one down hard. Another tripped on it while he kicked the third in the gut, forcing it back. He crushed the heads of the two on the ground while the third composed itself to come at him again, and he took it out with a powerful upswing, like a cartoon of a baseball player.
He came back nodding to Kenny. Bryce had already followed Seth inside.
The place smelled a bit like zombies and garbage. Seth put his scarf around Bryce's face. Bryce glued himself to a wall, gesturing to movement in the restaurant. Seth had to go on, and meet some Amazombies for lunch. They were partially devoured polo shirt wearers, leaking hideous substances all over the seating area.
Seth stood back, his golf club having been converted into a spear. He had the reach to not have to risk contact. They staggered over and he just jabbed them in the heads, one after another. They fell like sacks of crap, and he pulled down a huge banner to toss over the pile.Bryce- "Like Diablo... They won't randomly drop cool items, so why bother?"
Seth- "Ya gotta bother cuz otherwise they're up in your grits. It's more like Resident Evil."
Bryce- "Loot. Wait, maybe they do... I'll give you something if you check their pockets for smokes."
Seth- *laughs* "Better be something good." He did it.
Davin- "Alright, let's block the front and check out this kitchen." Kenny moved up to the front door and jammed it with chairs and such. A few zombies wetly tried to work on the windows around it.Kenny- "Sorry, dudes. Not yet." The people inside went to work. Seth gave pocket contents to Bryce, who proceeded to carefully wipe them with napkins.Bryce- "This stuff is gold!" He pocketed the cigarettes and miscellany.
Seth- "I didn't know you smoked."
Bryce- "Dealers shouldn't use the product." Seth shook his head and joined Davin in the kitchen.Davin- "Done pallin' around with the chuckleheads now?"
Seth- "Man, you're just bustin' my chops today, aren't ya?"
Davin- "Sorry, I'll feel better when we get back in one piece." Seth and Davin gathered bread and other food that still seemed edible, as well as raw ingredients like a bread dough mix, flour, and so on. They tossed the items into garbage bags, piled in the middle of the room.Davin- "I don't know, goin' out for a bite in the neighborhood seems somehow less pleasant than it did last week."
Seth- "Yeah, I might wait until I get home to eat these." He gesticulated with a slightly soggy breadroll.
Davin- "I just hope these porous bread products didn't absorb any of the scent in here."
Seth- "Oof, me too, now." They heard a ruckus in front. Kenny was slapping the door and waving his arms.Kenny- "That's right, you creeps! You too, baby! Come to papa!" Zombies heeded the call. Bryce panicked a bit while he tried to reinforce the door barricade with chairs and such.Seth- "What is this?"
Kenny- "Ever see the original Dawn of the Dead?"
Seth- "Uhh..."
Kenny- "It'll make the back door easier to deal with."
Seth- "Oh, OK."
Davin- "If they don't bust down the storefront first!" Bryce jumped at a desperate lady with most of her skin grotesquely abraded as she slammed the glass near him.Seth- "Alright, let's get this food outta here." Everybody grabbed all the bags they could haul and moved out the cramped way to the back alley. Indeed, zombies at both ends of the alley seemed to be following other zombies to the excitement Kenny had caused at the front.Kenny- "Man, that's so cool!"
Davin- "Don't get cocky, kid." The trip back was uneventful, such that they felt unrushed at the barricade. Bryce got inside quickly and took up the end of the chain as people passed the goods inside. Seth and Davin stayed at the first positions, with Seth ready to knock out any undead he needed to.Davin- "What do you think of the haul, chief?"
Seth- "Pretty good. I'm glad the coffee shop idea seems to be a good one. We'll have to remember that in the future. How about you, my good man?"
Davin- "I woulda turned up my nose at this stuff last week, but now I'm thinking... What can our little gourmet come up with using these syrups? I'm ready for it." Seth smiled. The neighborhood zombies didn't think much of him, toiling in their peripheral vision, and he didn't have to kill any more before coming back inside.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 18, 2012 22:44:22 GMT -8
Micah had tried to avoid staring at the burnt corpses as they went past, the faint smell of cinder and burnt flesh making his skin crawl and his stomach turn. His eyes however, were drawn to the faint reminders scattered among the ashes of the bodies, that of their previous state, blacked bones that still stuck out at odd angles. He let out a deep breath when they made it out on to the street, trying not to think about all the lives and family of the broken bones. He found himself clutching the hatchet too tightly and his knuckles stuck out. He released them slowly scanning the street from behind the trolley. A few of the zombies scattered around began slowly coming to attention, their hungry eyes training on the living. Micah wondered what they were sensing, was it merely the blood and beating of their hearts or something more? What separated them really apart from blood and breath? People had been zombie-like before this, following the flow of street traffic, in some ways only the motivations had changed, become singular. "Do we want to take these fuckers on or run the fuck away?"
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Post by DKender on Nov 19, 2012 8:59:45 GMT -8
"There aren't many," Alex said. "Let's take what we can. It's a mercy." He lunged at the nearest targets, swinging his sledgehammer in quick, controlled arcs. Alex used just enough strength to kill; he didn't want to tire. Suddenly, a small girl lurched into his striking range. She had ratty blonde hair held back in a braid and wore a puffy blue vest and a single house shoe. Her sunken eyes rolled up to meet his gaze. God is good, huh, Alex?Maybe the girl's death was a blessing. She didn't have to live through Hell on Earth. But ... what about Zoe? Why did Zoe - probably an orphan now - survive while this little one died? I'm sorry, Princess.Alex struck the undead child and glanced at Patti for further instructions.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 19, 2012 9:32:27 GMT -8
"Keep moving. Our destination is at the end of the block there, with the glass front and the tables on the sidewalk. Micah, push the cart into that alley, we'll be exiting out the back door when we're done." She charged a shambling garbage man and made a sidearm swing into his temple. It went down in a pile. She hopped a railing and pulled open the front door of the cafe. Unlocked, thank God. Inside, the tables and chairs were scattered. A soul-patched hipster in an apron came stumbling out of the kitchen, charging towards her with more speed than she was accustomed to. She gave it a second to close the distance, then dove out of the creature's path. It tried to scramble, but stumbled instead, going ass over tea kettle when its legs tangled with a fallen chair. She jumped on top of it and bashed it with a quick blow from her hammer. Thinking quick, she pulled the thing's belt out and used it to bind the handles on the front door so it could not be pulled open. "Just in case this doesn't hold, let's pile some tables over here too." She helped the guys move bulky furniture into an awkward pile in front of the doors.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 19, 2012 12:58:36 GMT -8
Micah followed Patti's instruction pushing the trolley into the alley before following the other two into the glass fronted building. The cafe was attempting the gutted out but classy warehouse look. Wooden panelling stretched across the top in a wave towards the kitchen and small fairy lights traced the ceiling. The canary yellow walls adding to it's forced rustic deco style. Micah moved towards the back to help Patti in her attempt to block the glass doors when he noticed the zombie. A woman in her fifties sat still at one of the tables as if waiting for service that was never going to come. Her now useless laptop sat before her splattered in blood where something had gone through her neck, a stray bullet from the street perhaps. Blood drenched her red cardigan and an old post-hippy dress that stretched across her podgy frame. Her hair was dyed a carrot orange that clashed with the other reds. Her hungry eyes caught onto Micah's, staring angrily as if he were her departed waiter, come to apologize for being tardy. Her jowls almost quivered in anger as she rose from her chair. Micah strode forward taking a deep breath and swung the hatchet at her head as hard as he could. It caught in the woman's skull, not quite making it through. For a moment Micah panicked and didn't let go of the hatchet, the zombie flailing like a fish on a hook. They danced around each other awkwardly, until they came to a nearby canary wall. Micah swung the hatchet attached to it's head at the wall with all his might. The head cracked like an egg against the yellow, the blood flowing out of the woman's skull like yolk. She slumped down onto the floor, the hatchet still buried in her skull. Micah wrenched the hatchet free, sending brain matter and bit of skull across the room with the motion. Micah tried to fight the rising bile as he moved away from the corpse to move the table to the doors. A small bit of brain shook lose from his hair and he could all but throw the table at the door, before spilling his guts on the floor nearby. ( 666th post whoooo)
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Post by DKender on Nov 19, 2012 13:16:28 GMT -8
After piling furniture against the door, Alex noticed a blood-spattered Micah hunched nearby. The poor guy was sick. "H-hey!" Alex crouched beside him and put a hopefully comforting hand on his back. "Micah? You okay?" ( Happy 666th!)
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 19, 2012 14:34:27 GMT -8
Patti saw Micah hurling, but decided there wasn't anything she could do. She pat him on the back once as she passed him, heading into the kitchen. "Hang in there." She quickly found the cleaning closet and grabbed a box of garbage bags. Back in the kitchen, she started tossing anything and everything that looked edible into the bags. Onions, potatoes, fava beans, fennel, mushrooms, rhubarb, and other miscellaneous items. She found two 25 pound bags of flour and leaned them against the wall by the back door.
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Post by DKender on Nov 19, 2012 15:32:23 GMT -8
Alex grabbed a couple clean cloth napkins that had fallen from a table during the barricading process. With one, he tried to dab the gore from Micah's hair and shirt. He offered the other to his friend. "Wipe your mouth, here. Let's get away from the windows now."
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