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 Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 4:08 pm
 Adam started down at street form the window, jolting a bit with the loud banging "God...what the..." He took Revolver in hand, along with his knife. "Im gonna find out whats going on over there..." Adam looked down at the awning stretching over the window and door of the store, he then moved out the way of the window, into the awning and a safe jump to the streets. He ran over the the office building, he hid by the doorway for a second, looked about for any zombies, then walked in, his gun arm extended out. "Now then..." he whispered, looking down at the floor, at all the bodies and blood Wow...thats a lot... Adam was sickened my himself, so desensitized to the scene of horror that he felt nothing but an annoyance to all the upstrucking bodies. " I wounder, if there is anything still here that is useful..." Adam whispered, taking a look around the first floor.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 11:28 pm
✚Everyone had thought that winter would save us.. It had been at least two years since April had met her first special undead. Right away she could tell something was different about the female, whatever it was it had saved its life. She had been in search of a safe place to spend the colder months when she met her, at first glance she looked like a normal human but all the tape and old dried blood told otherwise. She was the first zombie not to try to eat April. A slight tilt of her head with what she could only assume was a smile she waved, as if to say "Hello" to her. Without much thought April had waved back, nervously, but she did. The woman had followed her for awhile after that, never getting too close to April, but always in view of her. At first it creeped her out but the longer she followed her the more she began to think of the undead as a lost puppy too frightened to come closer. What sealed the deal of a zombie companion for April was around February of last year, she had injured her ankle during a messy escape from an old rotting building. Rather than eating her while she was too injured to run it not only helped her up but helped her walk, not once trying to bite her or so much as scratch her.
Since then she had grown much closer to the strange being that followed much closer than before, April even started talking to her; not that she could reply. It was quite a shock when the woman had wrote her name in the dirt. Samantha, April's first friend since the end of the world. A friend she'd soon spend her twenty fifth birthday with.
She no longer had to worry as much as she use to when it came to the undead, as long as Samantha was around she didn't have to deal with them. She never liked the idea of leaving it all up to someone else, but she seemed set on never letting April near other zombies. Going so far as trapping her in a closet and standing at the door if she felt something was coming. Finding other humans wasn't an issue, she hadn't seen another human in over five years now. None since the two men that she had left to die back in the office building.
April currently sat in yet another abandoned house that Samantha had brought her to. She never did get why her strange friend had chosen the position of guard dog but she wasn't going to fight it. It was getting colder out and they needed a place to hold up before it snowed, in a world full of zombies April didn't want to be the only idiot dying from the cold. Her friend made it very clear she wouldn't move unless she absolutely had to during the colder months, not at all if it snowed too much. She had noticed before that the zombies slowed down and froze over if it was cold enough, so it was obvious why her friend would be the same. April shivered some as she thought of the heat after the winter storms, all the undead thawing out and ready to kill once again. She had seen it before, many many times before, zombies she had seen from windows completely frozen one month then the next trying to find more food. More humans.
"Why don't you try to eat me?" The idea of asking Samantha never crossed the woman's mind until now, just slipping out like it wasn't as big of a deal as it really was. Her friend only looked at her with a blank expression before turning her gaze back down to the floor. She didn't think she'd get an answer anyways but it was worth the shot. "You don't have to tell me right now, but I'd like to know someday." She smiled sweetly at her companion and stood up to wander about their temporary home.
The place wasn't a bad place to stay, it seemed decently well kept and strangely well stocked. She didn't think anyone lived here, or even knew about it, since it all started. The dust of five years of neglect had piled up. making her think that it could have been someone's summer home that they never got to spend a summer in because of the outbreak. Not that it mattered to her, as long as it was safe and warm she had no complaints. The dust only seemed to bother Samantha, she had woken up several times to the strange girl cleaning up. What a strange sight that was.. A zombie cleaning house, I really never thought I'd see that. She thought to herself, giggling just a little at the memory. Maybe she was one of those clean freaks before it all and it just transferred over? Though she had to admit, with all of the girl's work it was much easier to breath inside now.
{{Well.. This wasn't the "tomorrow" I meant in my last post.. Better late than never?}} They were wrong. ☠
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Elapsed Dreams Vice Captain
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Elapsed Dreams Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 12:41 am
✿ They think we are all monster that need to be killed.. Samantha wasn't sure why she felt the need to follow the human she had met years ago, at first she assumed it was just a curiosity but as time went on she realized it was becoming more like a habit. Everyday since she first saw her leaving the office building she had repaired herself in she had been following her. Five years of stalking, in secret at first but her need to communicate; to be acknowledged as more than just "not food" by her not-so-special fellow zombies, grew she couldn't help but get closer to the human. She was alone in the world just like herself. Her need for companionship soon outweighed her need to survive, she just couldn't help herself from waving to the woman. If she still had a beating heart she was sure it would have skipped when the woman waved back. She began to follow her much closer than she did before, excited to be seen- to be acknowledged as something other than dead- by the woman. The joy she received from just being known by the woman slowly grew into a more protective feeling over her. If she let the woman die then she might not be special like she was, she'd turn into just another blank zombie. That thought chilled her to the bone, even without being able to really feel that sort of thing anymore. If it could have she was sure her heart would have stopped dead- more so than it already was- when she saw the woman injure herself while running from the undead. She had idiotically jumped out of a second floor window and somehow only managed to harm her leg, Samantha wasn't sure just how badly and she wasn't going to wait around to find out. Without a second thought she nearly picked the woman up and ran off with her. She didn't think about what she'd do if the human had decided she was too close and killed her, she only acted out the protective drive. Something she was more than just thankful for when the woman had allowed her to be right next to her after.
She was by no means trusted not to bite her, not right away, but she was allowed into the woman's hideouts. Nothing compared to the joy that would have brought tears to her eyes when the woman started talking to her. She found out her name was April, she was just four years younger than herself. She was caught up in listening to the girl's stories she didn't ever think to reply in writing. It came to her somewhat randomly, she had been watching a leaf on the ground being blown around by the wind when she saw a somewhat small stick. Since April had given her her name she figured she should tell her her own name. Not just her name but she wanted to show April that she did understand her and could reply decently enough. She had written a small introduction in the dirt, pausing every now and again to make sure April was still watching. She seemed rather shocked for a woman who spent her free time talking to a zombie, if Samantha could have she would have laughed at the face April had made. Not a face of horror but a comedic shocked looked, like someone told her she went into the men's restroom.
Now that she had someone she'd consider a friend, what would pass as a friend in the end of the world. she didn't want to risk losing what she had. Some might call her overprotective, possibly even obsessive, but she didn't care as long as she kept her April alive. It took some time but Samantha had eventually lead April to her cottage, something she had bought before everything went wrong and hadn't thought to go back to until now. She knew it would be much safer than anywhere near the cities, being far enough out that no one but herself and the people who built it really knew about. It had been her winter home, loving the look of snow and the peaceful quiet that being out in the woods gave her. It was surrounded by forest, farmland being the closest housing to it, making it seem like the perfect place to hide her jewel away.
The only problem with the house was the fact that no one had been cleaning it for five years now, the dust was thick in the air and constantly made her treasure, April, cough. She began to worry the dust may make her friend sick, so she started cleaning as carefully as she could. She wanted just enough of it cleaned up that it'd be healthy for humans to breath in, she didn't want to have any fingers break off over it. The few times April had caught her cleaning she had joined in to help her, it didn't take long to make the air breathable and her coughing had let up as well.
Samantha stood in the middle of her friend's new bedroom, her mind wondering off in deep thought. Winter would be here in no time, she could already feel her body getting slower. She hoped it wouldn't snow for her own sake, not wanting to lose any more movement than she already had, though for April's sake she hoped there would be a snow storm; freezing all the hungry zombies and giving her a break from them.
She had almost totally forgotten she wasn't alone in the room when she was asked why she didn't eat April. She looked up at her friend, sitting on the bed sharpening her knives and a katana she had taken from one of her many hideouts. She was even starting to become well skilled in the art of killing zombies- not that Samantha really let her go out zombie hunting. Too much risk. Her eyes returned to the floor not long after she first glanced at her friend. She wasn't sure herself, maybe it was because she had a snack before she saw the girl? It happened on the same day after all. She was always hungry but didn't give in like she had with the men. April was different from food now. She almost didn't hear April's last words before she left the room, breaking her out of her train of thought. Whatever the reason was it's much clearer now. April is not food. She's someone I have to protect.. She didn't want to finish the thought, she knew she had to protect her from herself as well. It had been three years since she last ate. Of course she was hungry.
April is not food..
{{Sammy here is already 29, at least she doesn't get wrinkles just skin rotting.. xD}} I'll show them how monstrous I can be. ☣
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