|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 10:56 pm
In the dark hallways of what was left of the Barren Pines dormitories, there came the little clatter of dropping stones and burnt plastic, but most of all, there was humming. It was a familiar tune to the teenager, who had always liked a little beat to add some spring in his step, and with the way things were going, he needed to sing a chorus to take his mind away. "In touch with the ground, I'm on the hunt ~ I'm after you” With a torn throat, his words came off hard and grainy, as if recovering from a sore throat. Sore throat. That was a laugh!His bare feet picked up little pieces of dirt and glass as he went, his hand trailing against the wall where his fingers made gray lines in the black soot that crawled up the walls. The song went with the scraping “hhhhhiiisshhhh. Hhhiiisssshhh” as the teen dragged a melted piece of a computer by a long chord. It was what was left of his computer, where his near-complete book had been saved upon. It was one thing to be torn to bits physically, but to have himself ripped apart from the inside again had broken his little ray of hope. The place he lived, it’s walls that were familiar. Where he hit up girls for cookies in the kitchens, slept in the lounge couches as he waited for help on his homework, and where his room was still a place he found as safe and ordinary, were all crisp. And in this, there was the heavy smell of rot and the spiced soot that tickled his nose and made him sneeze green mucus, dirt, and blood. It didn’t even matter that he was barely dressed at this point. What did modesty matter at this point? He hadn’t seen anyone. He was alone. EVERYONE left him.
So much for solidarity.
He dragged his melted PC, only to drop it and turn his head to an open door. His stomach was a fisherman’s knot, and he needed something fresh and dripping wet to satisfy him. The girl ate my body. He thought. I need something to replace it. Something hot and fresh. He remembered her greedy little fingers, and he brought the soot-riddled hands to his dry lips, licking the dirt off and finding it didn’t hit the spot. He wanted a juicy burger, barely cooked. A thick steak that didn’t so much as touch the grill as it was just passed by the vapors of the grill to his plate. Something red, dripping, with all the juices to satisfy his thirst.
Bloody little fingers dipped into his stomach and pulls out fat rolls of slimy shapes.
Remi rubbed his scarred stomach. A nice purple liver sounded nice, with pungent onions. “Smell like I sound. I'm lost in a crowd. And I'm hungry like the woolllff.” The boy curled to cough, little flecks of torn tissue spotting his fisted hand before he resumed. The hallways echoed with the tune, and he paused to hear it bounce down through the darkness along with the hacking. No one. He turned and went to the open room, kneeling down to start picking through the debris. Pants would be nice, but a chilly dog would be grand. Something even a day old would due. Something. Anything.
His fingernails dances on his lips, and he licked them. That screaming girl with the blood on her lips, with the greedy fingers that were caked in red. Little Miss Red.
“Straddle the line in discord and rhyme. I'm on the hunt ~ I'm after you”
White teeth broke into his fat lip, and he tasted metal.
“Mouth is alive, with juices like wine. And I'm hungry like the wolf.”
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 1:35 pm
Esen had too much of a headache. Whomever called her a stupid ******** c**t some time ago (Esen was more than her unused genitalia, thanks) had bashed her brains in, almost literally - there was some miracle going on here that allowed her to live with a hugely shattered skull.
If anyone asked, though, Esen would point out that, if you put 'and deal' in the above sentence after 'live,' there'd be something big going on here.
Then there was the rip in her abdomen, and the stomach below that which was crying uncontrollably, even though humanoids, at this point, were more repulsive than wheat to this girl. Good Esen had only been able to make it to the old dorm building out of sheer willpower: the willpower not to kill anyone, and to go above the pain. Even without her glasses, Esen could see that now, there was another side of her - it was as 'living' as she was able to be in this state. That side had killed someone (in their genitalia, no less), and caused her to lose consciousness right near the infirmary around a lot of dried blood, where the attacker had laid... and her own.
From the looks of it, the third floor was burned almost to the second floor's ceiling, and she was sure that up there, there were holes in the flooring... seeking her room would most likely prove futile. Her rock collection would likely have been unrecognizable anyway. Even so, Esen wanted to check out the remains, and entered the charred remains of the dormitory, careful not to let anything hit her already broken head.
Wait. Something was changing in tune.
...someone else is here, there is no way an animal can sing lyrics.
Of course, she had never met any guardian cats. Either way, though, someone was here, and if their skin was normal, she might end up killing them again, unwillingly.
Before she went any further, Esen screamed (in the best voice she could use, with her broken head and dry throat) "Are you green-skinned, or not?" It came out gravelly and she could taste a bit of... whatever blood they had in their veins, anyway... but Esen hoped they'd tell the truth as well. She wouldn't say she was green for the world, though, lest she want any other bones broken!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 9:13 am
In the rubbish, Remi managed to find a pair of melted crocs, a burnt teddy bear, and a pair of sweatpants that had the word ‘princess’ written across the rear. Having no use for the last two, he grabbed the pair of gray pants and slipped them over his boxers. There was no point in passing it by if was wearable. Feeling a little bit more human, he went to look through what he could only assume was a girl’s room or a very confused boy’s collection when he startled at a loud call. Dropping a half-burnt hairdryer, he whipped his head about and listened.
Green? Working through his book of meanings, he got envy, a novice, and the color. Since he couldn’t be seen to be envious, and was pretty much the color of soot and dried blood, he went with the one he assumed. Still, If there was on thing he wanted to hear from someone, it wasn’t if he was green or not. The entire dormitory was burnt and they wanted to know if he was a virgin? Well, he guessed if the end of the world was coming, best to go out with a bang. Even in his state, he wasn’t going to decline a offer, not even from a distant voice. At least he could tell it was female.
Turning, he ahem-ed his voice, which turned out into a series of coughing that he knew wasn’t about to impress any lady. Not really sexy. “I know enough and if you can find a bed, I’m game!” He croaked back, rubbing his torn throat as a fresh taste of blood rolled into his mouth, not to mention that he could feel flakes of something he didn’t want to think of right now.
Looking in the room, he guessed he could clear off a spot from the rubble and oozing plastic for a decent spot. Not really the beach or a hotel, but he wasn’t exactly in a tuxedo either. If she went for him, then her standards were low enough for the ruins around them.
I should sing more often. If he really did get into anyone's pants, it would make this horrible week end on a good note. Maybe he could take her out to dinner too.
His stomach grumbled.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 9:16 pm
The voice stopped its singing. That said one thing, that whomever was singing had decided to listen.
The response, however, was a bit confusing to Esen. There was some awkward silence for quite a few seconds on her part when the person - she thought it sounded masculine, but who knew? - on the other end of the open-air line had coughed (It could be worse, but she would have to wonder later if this meningitis that others had gotten caused zombie resurrections) and said that they 'knew enough and if you could find a bed, I'm game.'
Esen had wandered to a charred column in the dining hall area near the stairs to the first floor. The implication hit her, and she realized, from some of her mother's Harlequins she sneakily read when she was just budding (not into much, when it came to Esen's end result), what he meant. Yes, this was a male... but the only guys she actually heard of when the subject of 'guys wanting in your pants' was brought up around the lunchroom were magenta-haired and lavender-haired, (though she did end up turning Mr. Luver Under Cover to her side recently), so... who the hell was this guy? If he was either Hot Pink or Lilac, they'd likely recieve a beating - they haven't messed with her yet, but she was sure they'd deserve it... and they'd be great for dining...-STOP IT, ESEN QUINN SAYLOR, STOP!- there.
Esen had decided to scream back, without any thought of what the blue-haired Remi would think about her wanting him, "Is your hair color magenta, lilac, or something different?" Granted, she couldn't see a facial feature very well, but she could see the skin tone, the hair length and color, and fact that there was a face involved. The clouds had been very lightly gray-tinted outside, with enough light to see what was needed, but hopefully, the literally charcoal-colored halls wouldn't impede the fuzzy picture too much to figure out where to go.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 9:56 pm
You have GOT to be kidding me? Here he was surrounded by a burned out dormitory, his body was scarred all to hell, there was NO ONE in sight, and the one person who wanted to talk to him was wanting to know if he was up to her standards? All those jokes about being the last man on earth were really slapping him in the face right now, and he gave into the luxury of being alone to roll his eyes dramatically. WOMEN! Here he was clearing off a spot in this junk heap in what he was now shaping into a heart and she wanted to know his hair color. Whoever she was, he hoped she didn’t talk too much while they were going at it, and had an amazing body to put up with this.
After he made his space on the floor, he stood up and wandered out of the room, trying to pinpoint the caller. Glancing down, he guessed that looking as he did right now, without shoes and wearing a pair of princess pants, that asking about his hair color was lucky. Even after all this, his hair still looked as messy as ever, which was normal for Remi.
“A handsome dark blue!” He called back, wincing as he rubbed his throat. Damn. Talking was really doing a number on him.
“So…what do you look like?” He felt like he was in a creeper in a chat room. A/S/L? At the door, he looked around, trying to stop where this girl in question was. If there was one thing that was keeping him from going back to looking for something to fill up the raging hunger in his stomach, it was the promise of a naked girl.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 11:24 pm
If Esen had been in a chatroom with Remi and was asked A/S/L, this would have been her response:
16/Girl/Planet 3 of 8
If she either A) trusted you or B) you revealed that you lived in Destiny City, she'd be more inclined to say the truth, beyond the fact she was an Earthling. Online safety was a constant practice for her... except this was offline in what was practically the post-apocalyptic version of her own school campus.
She did not care if you were handsome or not (especially since she couldn't tell if you were), but hearing that the hair was dark blue had Esen giving an internal sigh of relief, a good iron taste, and her stomach making a little flip for the reason of... something meat-like. Seemed a bit rotten today, said both the sense of smell and her raging headache.
Looking up, there was a bit of white from a few windows and a fuzzed-up shadow being projected against the light of one of them. Up the eyes went (not even noticing the pants or what it said; both were rather darkened and blended into the shadows), and noticed that... yep, his hair was a deep blue, all right. His skin was not as easy to point out as green, but he didn't seem very fresh-smelling either.
"Oh, good. Heard rumors of these two guys always seeking stuff I'd prefer to keep hidden is all, one magenta-haired, the other lilac-haired. Lucky not to run into them previous to this-" Abruptly, Esen stopped.
She couldn't tell if he was green or not, although if she had saw his throat, it would be obvious he was of death. Had she ran into someone who was not dead, even with a good amount of coughing, she could have revealed enough to warrant attack... meat from hu-ugh, her stomach had asked again for food, but this had went again. Either way, Esen thought she had said too much. Two people had already attacked her, and what if he was going to join in as well?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 10:02 am
Esen was one to talk about hair color and being green. As Remi moved down a bit more from the hallway, not wanting to entirely abandon his little love nest, he spotted the girl. She was, to say the least, not something you’d pick for the next cover of Playboy, but she was female, and the soot and darkness let him imagine how good she looked if she had a shower and was put in a better light. Not bad picking as far as destroyed universes went. Well, Remi’s universe at least.
Awkwardly, he gave a wave of greeting and that he meant no harm, and stood there, peering through the darkness. “I don’t know what you want to talk about green for unless you want us to match. I mean, if you can find the hair dye in this place, I’ll do anything at this point.” Anything for some intimate attention. Even spooning would be nice right about now, what with all that had happened. Being held just seemed like a nice distraction and a great way to cry like a big baby over what was going on.
Taking in her shape, he thought of slender legs, a shapely form, and couldn’t help but, even though he liked the shape, to be put off. There had been a hope to find someone with a bit more too them. Rounder shoulders, thicker arms, and maybe a thigh that he could wrap his teeth around. While it was in fashion, the girl was near skin and bones in his eyes, and he wanted something he could really bite on. Wow. I didn’t think I was that type of guy!
“I cleared off a spot in the room over there.”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:04 pm
Apparently, this guy had not heard a thing about what she said beyond the fact she mentioned hair and green. However, putting them in the same sentence was an incorrect statement... unless you were referring to her hair, then it was true.
Esen's neon green hair had been brought up, but there were two things off in the same string of sentences. First, she didn't care if your hair color matched or not, even if you were her date. Second, what the heck was this guy looking to 'do anything' for, a fling for a few minutes that you flung away when you were done? If this were the case, he was no better than the local Casanovas, despite his likely just wanting company before what looked like the end of the world.
Esen was about fourteen, and her focus shifted from words laced with eroticism to rocks without libido; her own had been shut off to focus on such rocks. It was no longer like that once she, now an undead sixteen-year-old, came back. Nothing gave rise to anything in her involving romantic interludes, no, but she had lost the heart for her stones once she had realized her existence was no longer the sort she enjoyed.
Even though she had always liked the idea of romance before the commencement of her excessive focus on science, there were three main reasons why Esen would likely not be a good Harlequin heroine by any means.
She was not the most beautiful girl at all, would likely not have a male truly enamored with her without her nose to the grindstone, and... the last one was best said by Esen herself.
"...hm. What was that thing I heard somewhere? I think it was 'No sex on the first date,' but I'm not sure... and the green was not in reference to my hair or yours, if you noticed anything else."
Esen was not a prude (she swore a lot recently), but damn, she was not a whore either - she might have blushed out of embarrassment at Remi's requests if a zombie could. This girl was the sort who would rather be asexual if she could not be monogamous. Of course, she would rather be dead if she could not be human either... a dim lightbulb went on in her massively aching head.
Would this guy rather be tied down and get what he wants in the next few years, or get nothing out of her for all eternity? This question begged to be asked, but she first wanted to figure out his response to the first - he said he'd do anything, the last Esen heard.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:06 pm
It was clear from her stance that getting down and dirty, which really was speaking the truth here if they were going to do it on the floor, was not in the cards tonight. In all honesty, he knew he was kidding himself. It was just that so much had happened that he was hoping for a little glimmer of something wild and fast. Something exciting that he could hope for and feel happy about. Getting laid seemed like the thing to make up for it all, and could be one of those crazy stories he would like to tell others later in his …life? The thought then and there depressed him. Telling a group of faceless buddies in some pub about a green-haired beauty he met and lost himself too one fateful night after his school burned down was more of a dream. It was daydreaming, and a great escape for what he was feeling right now.
Without that hope, he could barely muster the energy to care. Getting yourself thrown into a world of hell straight out of your bed to face monsters and then drag yourself back to find your sanctuary was burned to the ground had used up everything in him. Remi wasn’t Superman. When life gave him lemons, he curled into the fetal position and wished he was home. While he could write about the heroes in his stories overcoming obstacles, they were his fantasies and didn’t amount to anything in the real life. Remi cried. Remi didn’t know how to live like this. Remi, for all he liked to think he was a teenage rebel, liked have adults take care of him.
Numb, he could barely give him to sarcasm. “And you think we’re going to find a 5 star restaurant somewhere? I think I have bigger worries on my plate, sister. Like, if you haven’t noticed, my room is melted, and I have NO ******** IDEA what the hell is going on.” It was back to business. Without hormones to distract him, he was back to wondering what was going on. He had plenty of questions, but sticking to 2 or 3 sentences was working for him. Any more and his throat screamed in severe pain. Still, he had always been a chatterbox.
Rubbing his scarred throat, he moved in closer and his glassy eyes started to REALLY see her. When he thought he looked bad, this girl was just disgusting. A mildew-green fungus under the skin, rose around the corners of her temples, neck, and the parts of exposed skin that her torn clothes showed off. The same skin that, if he turned his head to the side, wasn’t half bad. Looked tender even. Like, as he seen the girl who torn him apart, he could slice a throat and go after the stomach.
His stomach grumbled and he held it, feeling weak. Days without food and severe blood loss were not being kind.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 10:56 pm
Esen put her head in her right palm, allowing herself to give a laugh. This laugh had been boiled in the pot of smart-a** comments before being eaten... meat... ugh, she could go for something right now, bloodied and - 'shut up, me, shut up!'
Once her hunger stopped nagging her, Esen spoke in reply to his words "I do not go to even one-star restaurants for the most part, my floor seems to have crumbled to the point of inaccessibility-" her right hand went off her face and pointed upward "-and who else would KNOW then? I'm not supposed to be alive at all!"
One thing she did know, though, was how she died: at the hands of what should have been a dead classmate, reanimated in a much scarier fashion than she was right now, Esen was broken apart in two. The scar that Remi was examining were the proof of why she was never meant to exist right now.
Speaking of this guy, he seemed no better than a very repulsive meal. What the hell was Esen thinking, believing she'd get a response in which she would have control over the situation? He did not continue to pursue her right now; instead he chose the insult route. Eh, perfect to keep the neutral face back on. The green-haired girl was not fazed too much by verbal insults, at least, that was what her face conveyed. If he resorted to violence, however, the much-more-biting side of Esen would show, and that would not be good for either of them.
Stepping away from the blurred figure who would have likely been disgusted by now, Esen was wondering whether or not checking the dorms for a pair of glasses would be of any use by now. His room was melted, so he said; anything she could use to see with might have disappeared too.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:46 pm
Lack of information and a incredibly shitty weak did not do any wonders for Remi. While being alive might make some people clack their heels and view the world in a different, more appreciative light, the teenager wanted nothing more than to find a clean bed, a hot meal, and a long explanation as to what had happened and how everyone was going to repay him for this great mix-up that was now his life. Instead, he was stuck in a charred hallway with a girl that did not only did not give him any physical comfort, but didn’t even him any answers. Her humor was there, but a good laugh wasn’t the type of thing that was just going to make everything gravy at this point. No one could blame him for being crabby after not sleeping and being hungry.
Still, the more he looked at the repulsing girl, the more he wondered if it was his hormones acting up again, or if the trauma with that girl in the locked room had worked it’s way to make all skin look very tender and very easy to tear apart.
It was only the mention that the girl – he didn’t even know her name - said she shouldn’t be alive that he froze. He couldn’t feel cold. His body had felt cold since he came here, but he felt numb, and reached up to rub his scarred throat. “You’re not suppose to be alive?” That didn’t make sense?
While he didn’t believe there was an afterlife, the fact she felt she was suppose to be dead, and that he also saw himself die only made him think that he was in some sort of hell. All those jokes about Barren Pines being hell on earth were coming back, and he wasn’t finding it amusing.
“What do you mean you’re not suppose to be alive?” He wanted answers, and if he really did die…then things really didn’t make sense. Then he wasn’t really alive, was dead, and there was no hope of ever returning to his past life. As much as his parents loved him, he didn’t doubt for a moment that they’d run over their undead son to make sure that things happened the way they should, and that the natural order was put back in it’s place.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 6:15 am
Up the stairs, in the hall. Up the stairs, in the hall-
"What do you mean you're not supposed to be alive?"
Her head stopped bouncing from the hall to the stairs in mid-swing. It hurt, but trying to deal with it was important right now, once she realized his question. But answering... her mouth always hurt every time she was going to say something about that incident with the many-legged alien that could apparently become a bird even after its death. This had been the curse of Barren Pines; you couldn't speak about what you've experienced without pain. Esen figured she should do a test first.
"Some freak used the intercom to force us into playing a game during Science Club."
Her throat would have started to make her breathing harder if she were alive, but she could still speak. Very gingerly, Esen sat down on a charred stair step, where the dining hall led to the first floor, reserved for boys (and one girl, which Esen was a bit surprised about, until she heard about the computer hacking rumor, but she didn't have any reason to care once there was a reason). Once she could sit comfortably, the girl, which was still green and worn a somewhat hard expression, spoke again:
"This was a game of Russian Roulette. Pretty much, four students and a gun - we just kept shooting towards someone living due to some time bomb laced in our wrists." Checking for her pulse on her left wrist, she found there was no bump... but no pulse either.
"One of us finally triggered the bullet chamber and the person hit had became some blackened... something. Not human. She... well, it... went on a rampage. We tossed a bucket at it, then acid, then I lit a box of matches on fire and burnt my hand a little. The last thing I remembered was being picked up off my feet." Esen sighed, proof that her throat was still capable of working, and tried to look at herself in slightly darkened blurriness. "And..."
Her expression became more than hard, bordering along the lines of seething and really angry. "...I think I know what happened." Other than now needing humanoids to feed on in the worst way, of course... 'Quit it.'
Pushing up a few of the shreds of her cardigan and blouse and stopping where her almost nonexistent chest had ended, Esen's wound, with a bit of skin around it, was clear as day. "I believe I was ripped in half. There's evidence.. in the form of this. When I awoke in the campus trail leading to the woods, this was the reason why I was in such pain."
When she spoke again, her tone changed from angry to depressed. "Heh. I died after hearing of the meningitis deaths of Ignacio and Abeline, whomever they were. I'm not sure if the school ever announced my end. Whatever happened to Tara and that Allie girl, I don't know. Someone named Elle was the one who became monstrous and killed me, Esen Saylor, better known as Quinn back in those days... the days I was peachy instead of green."
Screw the name issue, Esen thought. She'd probably die again eventually anyway, so why bother caring anymore? The only thing she cared about was eating the flesh of those remaining, riiiiight?
"STOP IT, STOMACH!" This was the point where the green-haired girl was getting agitated in volume. Hopefully she did not attract the attention of anyone wanting to kill.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 1:57 pm
Then what was this? Purgatory? There was no way in the rational world that dead people could be allowed to live, and that after dying, he was allowed to be in his school once more. It was a nightmarish existence, and any plans for the future were pretty much nonexistent. Living really didn’t have much of a point. The guidance counselor didn’t sit zombies down to tell them their career possibilities. He was a freak, a something that was running about and had no place. Then again, maybe his place was here in this destroyed dormitory with only a painful hunger in the pit of his stomach. If this was some sort of hell, he wondered what he did in his life to deserve it. He never killed anyone, or intentionally sought to hurt others. If there was someone with arms full of books, he’d hold open the door, and he sometimes gave his extra change to the Salvation Army during Christmas. The very fact he tried to save the girl before his death should have landed him on a plushy cloud right about now. Why this?
Either way, this girl had no answers and was in the same lot he was. Russian Roulette. What a way to go, and it sounded just as bizarre as his death. What was certain was that something took them and made them all play these games, and this led them to die. And where was everyone else? Did everyone else live and were rolling out of their beds in the normal world? It was too confusing, and even if he theorized, no one could give him facts. Not unless Death came around to hand him a manual about how to live like this.
Right now, there was one thing he was certain about, and that was that they were both starving. A hand grazed this torn stomach and looked around. “I’m starving too.” Was there food even here, considering that it looked pretty much deserted of life aside from the two of them?
“Do you know if the cafeteria is still standing? Maybe we can raid their stockroom or find something to hold us over.” Anything to keep him from looking at her exposed stomach as if it was a bread bowl with hot soup inside.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 5:51 pm
Esen put down the torn parts of her upper-body clothing, and sat in thought for a few seconds. The cafeteria's stockroom seemed a rather pointless source to solve her hunger pangs. Yes, she could eat all the produce and animal products she wanted, even some bread if she REALLY had to, but something inside her was saying human meat would be awesome. Esen knew she could not handle wheat, but the thought of cannibalism just didn't sit right with her. However, the boy had asked if she knew, a better request than a few minutes ago, so maybe she should look.
Pushing herself up off the stair step, Esen looked past the stairs toward a very blurry line where people picked up their food... at least, they would have picked up their food if it was lunch or dinner and the building still stood. The lunch line was just as charred as the rest of the place, and the sneeze guards were a bit warped in parts, but there was still the door that the servers used to get behind the counters somewhere in that area. Hopefully the hinges weren't melted.
Esen stepped gently at first, making sure she knew where there was debris on the ground. Using her left hand to motion 'follow,' she kept walking at a similar, thought slightly speedier pace, using her hands to feel where everything was when she got to the line. "If you can find the door where the servers went in and out, try to get it open - I can't see details very well right now. Once we're past the line, the storeroom should be a little easier to get to."
There were two factors that Esen knew about, though: with the ground floor being charred, the stockroom (and its contents) might have been burned along with almost everything else. Even if not, she didn't KNOW exactly where it was, the only hint being servers darting in and out with new food once in awhile.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 10:20 pm
While Esen was thinking of storage rooms, Remi was thinking of sustenance. More specifically, if you tore off a dead members limb, ate off the meat, and handed it back, was it considered borrowing or stealing? Since Esen had so unwisely shown off her tummy where she was divided in two, Remi had gotten a plate-sized show of flesh that made his mouth water. He should have disturbed, and he was, but not as much as he knew he should be. He had the dream before where he happened upon a nameless student and tore them to pieces. Maybe he had always been a cannibal and that was his ultimate punishment was being in this hell, starving to death. Maybe there was an irony in a closest-cannibal like him being eaten alive by some wild girl.
A grin went on his face, and he moved through the burnt cafeteria. There was the strong scent of melted plastic as piles of chairs made hills on the chipped floor, the metal legs sticking out from black-blue globs. Everywhere he looked, he felt as if he was in some bizarre cut scene in a videogame. This is the laboratory where the master did his research ages ago. Now all he needed to find was a journal somewhere to give him some answers to this strange world. As if I would be that lucky.
Following behind, he gaged just how many meals Esen could provide, and what parts could be eaten or saved for later. Liver, muscle, and maybe even the brain. He wasn’t sure about the rest. Stomach and intensities were out, but he could probably chew on the heart if he was really desperate. Should he make a fire or enjoy it in all it’s freshness? He wondered if he could chew on her legs just like you would a chicken, holding onto the bone as you ate around it.
“Stalked in the forest ~ too close to hide. I'll be upon you ~ by the moonlight side. Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo.”
He hummed along, looking for a door he could find the stock room. Walking into the kitchens, he saw that the metal wasn’t really destroyed. There were locked fridges, but one could only imagine the smell that would invade if they opened them. Days without electricity to keep the temperature cool would have made all the meat, produce, and dairy spoil. Looking about, he passed large metal kettles and flat-top grills. By this point, the idea of happening upon a bag of cereal was becoming less a priority.
I wonder what a girl’s tongue taste like? It wasn’t the first time he thought this, but not in the way he was thinking it now.
She mentioned she couldn’t see details. Was he blind or just faint? I wonder if I can hold her down to be able to rip her stomach apart. That little girl managed to slice my throat open and get me down to the ground quickly. I should go for the throat. Do the undead bleed out, or will I have to hold her down throughout the entire process? His eyes roamed, walking about but keeping his eyes watching her as he moved through the kitchen.
A knife was tucked under a few rocks further off, covered in soot, and he glanced at Esen as he slowly made his way over and, noticing he had no shoes, lowered to roll up the legs of his pant legs to pretend they were trailing. As he did, he curled his hands about the knife.
“High blood Drumming on your skin ~ it's so tight. You feel my heat ~I'm just a moment behind. Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo.” He hummed the tune, rising as he tucked the knife into his waistband at his back.
“So how long have you been here? You must have eaten something to keep alive? ….Have you meet anyone else?” Was there anyone that would come looking for her? How fatigued was she? How weak?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
