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 Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 3:39 pm
Navigation: 1. " 2. Introduction/Storyline 3. Rules 4. Application 5. Character list
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 3:40 pm
Introduction/Storyline: The Virus: a mutated form of influenza. It is usually transmitted by bodily fluids including blood, saliva, sweat, tears... and some more... inappropriate kinds. It has been reported that it can also be transmitted to someone who is near an infected victim's coughing for more than 5 hours. So far, once a victim is infected they cannot be cured. Victims include all types of animals except (so far discovered) birds. Some could be infected for about 3 days before effects start taking place. It takes another 3 days, at most, until one is fully infected after symptoms show up. The immediate need of a person once fully affected by the virus is to feed to keep the virus alive in the body. The things infected people seem to feed on are any part of a living creature. The heart stops beating but the brain is still active, though most of its functions are apprehended by the virus. They revert only to their animal instincts, psychologically the Id. When the human is in the process of the virus taking it over, the Super Ego is killed first, and then slowly the Ego. (Think... Lord of the Flies by William Golding) The longer someone is infected by the virus the more dead there outer appearance becomes. They also become slower due to different parts of their body deteriorating as well as the hard stiffness that comes with death. The vision of an infected is poor; they see things dimmer than normal people. Bright and light things show up really well in their vision. Their sense of smell is increased, on the other hand, and they use that as their main sense, to hunt mostly. After 11 days of being infected, they will go completely color blind. However, their smelling and hearing will increase nearly 2 fold (Think Berserkers from Gears of War, plus sense of smell). The brain, lungs, and digestive track are the main organs of an infected. One could say the virus itself is what keeps the body animated. However, lungs are the least important because it only needs enough to keep the brain alive and to make oral noises. The infected give off a type of hormonal scent that can only be detected by fellow infected. This scent can be used to warn of territory violations, signal others of danger, and signal others of prey. An infected does not automatically give off the scent for when prey are near by. It is their choice. Say if there are many people to hunt down or they have a group they help feed then an infected would give off the scent. Signaling territory and danger happen automatically. The younger the zombie the smarter it is. The younger a person the closer to animal instinct they are, thus a child's mind process as a zombie is a lot better. Since children have less immunity to sickness than adults, the virus has a fuller grasp, thus controlling the body better than an adult host. Thus the only infected that can actually learn, though to a limited degree, are young children, ages 12 and below. As observed, infected creatures tend to hunt and stay in groups. This is usually because of one "strong" zombie. This strength is either measured by size, agility, physical strength, or leadership quality. Sometimes, another thing that happens, is if an infected wants to stay in another infected's territory, but does not want to go through any hassle, they will submit to being in the territory ruler's group. Also, the virus likes to stick close with others of its own kind, so an infected has a want to be near other infected, sometimes without a reason. Also, if a human or animal as any form of influenza, infecteds tend to go for them more. Since this virus is a type of influenza, it sees other influenza as more of it to gather with. So if you have the flu, you're in trouble. It takes up to 14 days of no eating for an infected to starve to death. Within this period of starvation, after 11 days of no food they will go blind, also their hearing and sense of smell will decrease. From that point infected may resort to eating anything and everything to survive; some have even been known to resort to eating fellow infected. * Beginning symptoms- coughing, slowing heart rate, increased appetite, and insomnia. * Strong symptoms- Can be sure of transformation after this point. Coughing up blood, the heart beats a few times a minute, the skin pales, doesn’t sleep at all, eats about 3/4 of body weights amount of food, and animalistic/violent behavior. Becomes a full "zombie" after this point. (Will add on as story moves forward.)Story: The virus started in the Southeast of the United States and is spreading all over from that point. So far, the only safe places in Florida seem to be military bases and other random places that fortified it's self from outbreaks. The U.S. is doing all it can do to keep the virus contained. We begin in the New York City area. A couple outbreaks have been reported and the virus is spreading fast. The city is in general panic as people try to get supplies, fortify against the outbreak, and have the most fun times of their lives before they die, or keep running to "virgin" areas. Our goal: Survive at any cost you are willing to make... (Thus far in the story... The virus had spread to all the states bordering the Atlantic Ocean and has spread west as far as Louisiana. It's still spreading and starting to get into Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Nebraska, South Dakota, and North Dakota. A bit of it got into Canada, but the Canadian government is working hard to make sure it doesn't get much past the boarder.)
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 3:59 pm
Rules: 1. I reserve the right to ask you to leave if you chose to break my rules. 2. Mind Gaian and This Guild's Rules 3. PG-13 content please 4. Post at least once a week... And if you can't for one reason or another please tell me via PM or in the RP in OOC 5. Be literate 6. NO godmoding (of course) 7. NO flaming 8. NO harassing other players 9. Put "It looka lika Monkey..." in your PM... So I know you read the rules 10. PM me your character applications... 11. OOC talking should be very easy to distinguish (I don't care how you do it though) 12. Please use pictures or writing to describe what your characters look like... No "They look just like my avatar". 13. Try aiming for a little romance... After all this is a Romance RP guild... 14. Please don't copy this story... I have plans for it in the future. 15. NEW RULE: At least 7 sentences per post... I'm sick of short posts.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 4:10 pm
Application: Humans [b]Gaia Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Sex:[/b]
[b]Sexuality:[/b]
[b]Nationality/Ethnicity:[/b]
[b]Main Weapon:[/b](What you start out with and what it eventually updates to)
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Specialty:[/b] (No magic... or powers... be realistic)
[b]Weakness:[/b] (Must have one)
[b]Likes:[/b]
[b]Dislikes:[/b] Anyone can control zombies at any point. But if you want to just control zombies PM me anyway...
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 4:11 pm
Character List: (If you want to change something on your profile just ask me and I will. So that means... Everyone... Just scan over the profiles every now and then to see if there are any changes.)Gaia Username: KagomeTheArcher
Name: Kalila Al-Rahiim
Age: 15
Sex: female
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality/Ethnicity: East Indian-American
Main Weapon: First a parasol, then a Kendo stick... eventually gets real bladed swords (Katana most likely).
Appearance: Kalila only long, waist-length, wavy/ringlet hair. Dresses in very Gothic and gothic lolita type clothing like this, this, and this.
Personality: trusting, loving/motherly, intuitive, emotional, imaginative/creative, protective, sympathetic, brave, moody, hot-tempered, cautious, touchy, shy, and low self-esteem.
Specialty: Long blades
Weakness: Always tries to help others before herself.
Likes: Metal/Rock, Japan, techno, anime/manga, video games, liberal ideals, and Gothic culture.
Dislikes: Conservative ideals, emo culture, and the color pink.
Gaia Username: KagomeTheArcher
Name: Nicholas Al-Rahiim
Age: 13
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality/Ethnicity: East Indian-American
Main Weapon: Same as Kalila until, later on, he'll find some kind of artillery (David gave him a battle rifle).
Appearance: Nicholas wears anything ranging from sporty to goth.
Personality: Has a habit of making himself seem better than/smarter than/above anyone else. Honest (Sometimes to the point of bluntness), irresponsible, resourceful, philosophical, humorous, generous, stubborn, hot-tempered (A little less than his sister).
Specialty: Speed, He can run really fast.
Weakness: Sometimes too dependant on Kalila (his sister) for advice/plans/help.
Likes: Video games, Mircrosoft, Technology, anime/manga, music (anything ranging from pop-rock to death metal), friends,
Dislikes: Macintosh (Apple), religion, people with his personality, being out done, and healthy food.
Gaia Username: KagomeTheArcher
Name: Nina Diez
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Straight (Though Nicholas makes fun of her by saying she's bisexual or a lesbian -_-')
Nationality/Ethnicity: Puerto Rican
Main Weapon: Starts out with a rapier (her dad collects swords), but eventually gets a pistol.
Appearance: Nina only dark brown hair, wears tight, thick clothing (leather, jeans, etc.) to cover her limbs completely because her zombie survival book suggested it.
Personality: a bit of a pervert-minded at times, boy-crazy, generous, warm-hearted, optimistic, open-minded, polite, laid-back and fun-loving
Specialty: Highly knowledgeable about the virus and "zombies."
Weakness: Physically weak
Likes: Movies, music, video games (especially DDR), friends, liberal ideals, and hot guys...
Dislikes: Orange (the color), zombies, feet, veins, and anything depressing.
Gaia Username: Metzli
Name: Nishimura Mizuki. [He prefers 'zuki']
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Unsure at this point.
Nationality/Ethnicity: Japanese.
Main Weapon: Zuki is a resourceful fellow. He's been known to fight with anything from barbed wire to dustbin lids. His weapons of choice at the moment are a plank of wood with numerous nails forced through its top and his fathers old shotgun used for shooting clay pigeons. He has a backpack full of shells, thankfully his father never did anything by halves.
Appearance: [-Mizuki-]
Personality: Mizuki is a typical teenager entering adulthood. He feels he is in command of the situation at all times, no matter how helpless. He thinks he is separate from the rules that everyone else follows and tends to get quite testy if proved otherwise. But whilst willing to cross over into adulthood, evidence of his immaturity remains. He is prone to hyper bouts on occasions and though he has grown up a lot because of what has happened to him he can still be naive to the point of plain stupidity.
Specialty: Zuki has stupidly fast reflexes. His father, though beginning to succumb to the American style of life, was still incredibly rough on his son. Zuki has been brought up with strict martial arts training and knows how to handle himself when lethal weapons are in short supply. This coupled with his 'condition' make him extremely useful in tough situations -as long as you keep a safe distance until he calms down.
Weakness: His condition. As he needs to eat a lot more than the average person and as he gets hungrier, his mood swings set in. At first he will be lethargic and irritable. But as he gets worse his mood will worsen until he becomes more animalistic and has a tendency to forget human attachments and attack those closest to him. Because of this he finds it hard to ally himself with other survivors. Also, when this side of him shows, other humans believe him to be a lost cause and Zuki has had a few try to exterminate him.
Likes: Raw meats. Sweets. Gymnastics. Cats. Being in charge of situations.
Dislikes: Birds [with a passion]. Being told what to do. Being made to feel vulnerable. People that are painfully negative. People that are painfully optimistic.
Gaia Username: dongaro
Name: Garath Midnight
Age: 17
Sex: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
Nationality/Ethnicity: Canadian
Main Weapon: A walking stick he bought for a gift for his dad back in Canada. Eventually will get his hands on a sword.
Appearance: Neither tall or short he's about 5feet 11 inches. He has brown hair that's cut to a medium length. He also wears glasses, and has blue eyes. He tends to dress in jeans and t shirts.
Personality: He's kind of easy going, not liking to fight much. He lacks determination, never really sticking with something. Also he cares deeply about his friends.
Specialty: Tae Kwon Do, as he is one belt from being a black belt.
Weakness: He can't not help a girl even if it results in something bad for himself.
Likes: He loves to read and relax. He also loves to swim and practice martial arts. Also he loves anime and video games.
Dislikes: He hates people feeling sorry for themselves and giving up. He also dislike the rain. He also dislikes people who hate anime. He also dislikes sushi.
Gaia Username: Jupiter_Hector
Name: Reshion Sakamoto
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Nationality/Ethnicity: Japanese and African-American
Main Weapon: .40 Caliber Pistol....Eventually gets a Shotgun and assault rifle.
Appearance: Reshion
Personality: Quiet and Reserved, Reshion is a mystery. An expert marksman, Sakamoto can hit many targets from a distance, and he carries both a backpack and a sidepack full of chambered clips. He cannot fight well up close, and he is anxious all of the time, making him both volatile, and haphazard.
Specialty: Long Range Weapons
Weakness: Melee Fighting
Likes: Girls, black, pistols, Ramen, Jpop, and Techno.
Dislikes: Rap, Idiots, Zombies, and bright colors.
Gaia Username: Crimson Akane Ryuu
Name: Crimson Akane Ryuu
Age: Technically, she's sixteen, but inside she feels like she's twenty (seen this, seen that).
Sex: Female, thank you very much.
Nationality/Ethnicity: Hispanic/African American.
Main Weapon: Two Katana, named Crescent and Solar. She acquired these from a weapon store that was broken into by some of her "associates".
Appearance: Blood-red curls hung from her cherubic face, her cafe-con-leche skin was taut of her muscular body, as it hide several scars and tattoos from the world. Bright, aqua blue eyes peered out from beneath her bangs, and her plump lips curved into a smirk. Clothes for Crimson were only small accessories for her body. The only thing that Crimson could not live without is her twin blades and her Mimzy bag, saved from her childhood, it being one shard that doesn't bring up horrible memories.
Personality: Fire and Ice. Casual to Elegant. Cold to Friendly. Crimson could range from anywhere on the scale of emotions but one she wore the most was smugness.
Specialty: Pyro. Crimson loves to play with fire, and it isn't often she gets burned.
Weakness: One passionate kiss could turn Crimson from a one-track warrior to a melted puddle of ice since she hasn't gotten much affection in the past.
Likes: Knowledge.
Dislikes: Stupidity.
Bio: Crimson came from the streets, abused and misused like most of the children that came out of there. She's seen many, many things a four year old should never be exposed to. She's got the scars to prove it, and people take one look and know, you don't mess with a beast.
Gaia Username: SilverWolf001
Name: Terry Phillips
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality/Ethnicity: American
Main Weapon: An assortment of firearms, eventually gets silencers for some of them.
Appearance: Terry and he's about 6'3"
Personality: Terry is all business. Practical, peace-loving, slow and deliberate, determined, "The leader" type, good at keeping calm, highly intelligent, and once he gets to know you can be quiet humorous, in a cold/dry way.
Specialty: Medicine and artillery.
Weakness: Is a bit up tight and a loner, doesn't like depending on people.
Likes: Being in the military, working with medicine and being a medical specialist, being in charge, being looked up to, and children.
Dislikes: The virus, determined to take it down. Having the assignment to hunt up a person who has the virus but isn't infected. Feels as if he should be researching instead. Teenagers who think its all about them or think they know things when they've barely gone through life. The war in Iraq, didn't like serving there. Big cities, perfect example: NYC.
Gaia Username: Gothic_Kyo
Name: Thomas Barren (Goes by Tom)
Age: 15
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Nationality/Ethnicity: He has lived in America his whole life, but has spent one year in England with his relatives. He is part English/German/Dutch
Main Weapon:He starts out with a bar he finds on the ground, which eventually becomes a solid metal baseball bat, which then becomes naginata.
Appearance: Thomas
He's kind of short, he's 5'7 and wears mostly black, more elegant type clothing though (tuxedo's, suits, etc.)
Personality: Not very social, he doesn't have any friends and spends most of his time locked up in his room playing video games while listening to metal. He's not the friendly type, but once you get to know him, he could be the best, most loyal friend you could ever had.
Specialty: Swift brutality. He specializes in sword fighting, but is also skilled in hand to hand combat. He doesn't like fire arms.
Weakness: Guns, bright lights, crowds (he's not good with people)
Likes: Metal
Dislikes: Non-Metal
Gaia Username: Funny_Man0
Name: Alexander Marshall (Goes by Alex)
Age: 14
Sex: male
Sexuality: straight
Nationality/Ethnicity: American
Main Weapon: Sniper, Smith & Wesson 500 (strongest handgun in the world), and a wakizashi he uses if he is out of ammo or if anything is too close to him.
Appearance: Alex
Personality: Rich, spoiled, smart a**. He is very wealthy and has a large collection of guns. He collects all sorts of guns; you name it he probably has it. His house is huge, and probably is one of the few safe places from zombies. He cares about his friends as much as he cares about himself. He also has many vehicals, but since he isn't old enough to drive yet, they are mostly dirt bikes, go-carts, dune buggies, ect.
Specialty: mastery of most common weapons
Weakness: Perverted, and loves to eat
Likes: Women, food, guns.
Dislikes: Show offs, zombies, movies.
Gaia Username: Funny_Man0
Name: David Marshall
Age: 40
Sex: male
Sexuality: straight
Nationality/Ethnicity: Caucasian American
Main Weapon: Dual Uzis, and a hidden extended dagger.
Appearance: David has green eyes and is 6'7'' Sarah is his wife.
Personality: Alex's father. A know-it-all who needs to know more. He is a pervert and has a great sense of humor at times and a horrible one at others.
Specialty: Knowledge. Holding ammo... can hold way more then his son.
Weakness: Pervert. A little too trigger happy
Likes: Women, trying to get his son a date, and the sound of a bullet going through a skull
Dislikes: Hoes, missing a target, and Snobs.
Gaia Username: Funny_man0
Name: Sarah Marshall
Age: 37
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality/Ethnicity:
Main Weapon: Hand to hand, a pistol when situation calls for it.
Appearance: Sarah, 6 ft tall, brown eyes.
Personality: She is a very good role-model at times and a bad one at others. Alex takes more off her then he does David (Example, why do you think Alex hits David when he says something stupid?). She was raised in a less fortunate family then David, and had to work for her knowledge, which is why David’s parents were apposed to the marriage, she was poor. Realizing David would never give up on marrying her they eventually gave in.
Specialty: Brains. Knowledge of the infected. Surprisingly strong, despite looks.
Weakness: Not very good with guns, jealousy, her husband’s cooking.
Likes: Perverts (Ex: Her husband), Smart people, books, video games.
Dislikes: Idiots, extremely serious people, her husband hanging around other women.
Gaia Username: babylumpkins (Temporarily, perhaps perminantly KagomeTheArcher)
Name: Ada Egorov
Age: 25
Sex: female
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality/Ethnicity: Russian
Main Weapon: Shotgun, and eventually gets dual pistols (easier to reload)
Appearance: Ada
Personality: Caring though reluctant to show it, OCD about organization and cleanliness, hides her emotions, knows her limits, and holds grudges easily.
Specialty: She's amazing with guns (Owner of a gun store "Lev's Gun Shack"... Named after her Father...front store for mafia operations).
Weakness: Hand to hand combat
Likes: guns, her father, drinking/alcohol, her five older brother, her Russian accent,
Dislikes: Republicans/conservatives, dramatic people, people who know they need help but are reluctant to ask.
Gaia Username: babylumpkins(Temporarily, perhaps perminantly KagomeTheArcher)
Name: Nikita Egorov (Ada's cousin)
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality/Ethnicity: Russian
Main Weapon: Starts off with a pistol, but eventually gets a AK47 (because he's in the mafia).
Appearance: Nikita only with long hair all the way down to his lower back.
Personality: He's an a*****e, loves to mess with other people to angry them, flirts with people often, extremely perverted, sense of loyalty to those that he respects, can be generous and sweet.
Specialty: High stamina (Though you'd think smoking pot would slow him down... Now think about it if he didn't smoke...)
Weakness: Doesn't know his limits and is disliked by many because of his sexual nature.
Likes: Metal, hardcore culture, leather, flirting, sexual jokes, parties, good quality pot, and Angelina Jolie.
Dislikes: Preps, Canada, Serious people, and bad quality pot.
Gaia Username: babylumpkins (Temporarily, perhaps perminantly KagomeTheArcher)
Name: Jain Whygle
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Nationality/Ethnicity: Irish/German-American/Caucasian
Main Weapon: Shotgun and an axe. Eventually gets a pistol and a katana.
Appearance: Jain. Her clothing varies from very dark clothing to professional attire.
Personality: Extremely loud, caring, humble, never too serious, wears her heart on her sleeve, craves for constant attention, careful never to offend anyone, has a bit of a psycho streak to her.
Specialty: Swordfighting. She practiced with Nina's swords, took many classes, and joined the fencing team.
Weakness: Weak with guns.
Likes: Talking, music (mostly rock), being around people, affection, cooking, meeting new friends.
Dislikes: Having to depend on other people, sad people, cats, saying good-bye, silence, guns, being alone, conflict or tension.
Gaia Username: Ahiru Takashi
Name: Erisa Takashi "Eri"
Age: 13
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality/Ethnicity: Mixed (Japanese and American)
Main Weapon: nail file, Updates to switchblade (Given to her by Nikita)
Appearance: Eri only with golden/amber eyes.
Personality: Quiet, Kind, easily scared, non violent, Slightly shy. [Her personality will eventually do a 180 [become completely opposite]]
Specialty: Agile, was in gymnastics before the infection started.
Weakness: Has a phobia of spiders, darkness, bugs, and blood.
Likes: Feeling safe, making friends, swimming [though she's bad at it], gymnastics.
Dislikes: zombies, seeing blood, death, losing friends.
Username: jadus-arzulus
Name: Jaden Tolken
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Sexuality: straight
Nationality/Ethnicity: Native American
Main Weapon: wooden pole, eventually upgrade to a metal judo pole.
Appearance: 6"5, Dark skin and black hair, wears black muscle shirt with baggy black jeans. Has left ear and left side of lip pierced, wears hair in a long braid that reaches his lower back with a black bandana with skulls tied over it, wears combat boots and can easily maneuver with them.
Personality: very kind and calm, even in peril, is undyingly loyal to friends, and sometimes strangers.
Specialty: great sense of navigation and very strong.
Weakness: very large so can't fit through very many holes or tight spaces, when a pretty girl is around its hard for him to concentrate.
Likes: girls to guy contact including him, likes to dance, loves to draw, loves all animals.
Dislikes: dislikes guy to guy contact including him, hates conceded people , ungrateful people who moan and groan about their lives.
___________________________________________________________________________ Zombies: Gaia Username: Metzli
Name: Jessica Manning
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Was Straight. No longer has one.
Nationality/Ethnicity: American/ White
Main Weapon:Herself.
Appearance: [-Jessica-]
Personality: Jessica used to be a hard working woman in her Firm. She was a secretary at the time, working her way through Law School to reach her life’s ambition of being a Family Solicitor, her own parents having divorced.
Specialty: Heightened sense of Smell and Hearing. Doesn't feel pain like humans would.
Weakness: Limited Intelligence, Poor nightvision.
Likes: Raw Meat.
Dislikes: Everything else.
Gaia Username: Metzli
Name: James Burton
Age: 9 and a half.
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Too young to have decided.
Nationality/Ethnicity: American/Polish
Main Weapon: Himself
Appearance: [Pending -********' Photobucket not letting me load >(]
Personality: He was a regular child. Interested in sports, particularly 'soccer'. He had a vast group of friends of both genders. He was a good boy in school, though admittedly not the best academically. The highest grade he ever having achieved being a C+
He contracted the virus when he was bitten by one of his friends at Soccer Practice.
His parents being out of town he stayed with his Auntie and Uncle Up Town.
He killed and ate his baby cousin whom he was supposed to be looking after whilst his Auntie was out shopping and his Uncle at work. He then broke out of the flat and became solely responsible for the Virus Spread from down town to up state.
Specialty: Frighteningly fast and agile for one of the Infected and seems to display an above average intelligence. He does not feel pain as a normal human would and has a heightened sense of smell and hearing.
Weakness: Poor Nightvision. Because he is a child he has significantly less brawn than an adult infected.
Likes: Raw Meat.
Dislikes: Everything else.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 5:24 pm
Kalila was running as fast as she could down the streets of Jackson heights towards her parents in one of the stores. She was getting funny stares from others around her, but she really wasn't paying attention to them right now. For sure they were looking at her because of her gothic style of outfit. She was panting heavily as she slammed the door open to the shop.
"MOMMY! DADDY! An outbreak of the freaky zombie virus thing was reported in the Bronx!" Kalila yelled from the door.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at her. In turn Kalila blushed terribly.
"You aren't serious... are you child?" one of the adults around her asked in Bangoli.
"Yes I am..." She answered back in English with a respectful bow of the head.
Kalila's parents pushed there way to the front of the store to get to their daughter, what they came for in the first place completely forgotten. Her father grabbed her by the arm.
"Come on... We have to go now." Her father, Abdul, said. His voice read: "No ifs, ands, or buts about it."
"Where're we going?" Kalila's mother, Sunia, asked in an upset tone. "It better be home to Manhatten... You know that'll be the safest place. Besides, I wanna be with my baby boy..." She said following her husband out. Her "baby boy" was 13-years-old.
"No... Supplies... Then home." Abdul mumbled. His mind was in deep thought.
"Daddy..." Kalila started, yanking her arm away from him, "I agree with mommy. Besides, I bet Nicholas doesn't know a thing... He's probably just playing his XBOX 360... Completely unaware of the world!" She said frowning just at the thought of her brother's behavior.
They made it to their blue Honda accord, and got in. Abdul started up the car and headed towards Manhatten.
"Fine... Compromise: You call Nicholas, We'll get supplies in Manhatten." He said still deep in thought as Kalila and Sunia rolled their eyes. Kalila grabbed her cell phone and started dialing.
"I swear..."
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 3:42 am
Mizuki shuffled up the hall way that lead to his old apartment.
His old family apartment.
Not that it could be called that any more - not now.
Now it was more of a fall out shelter.
The hallway has once been boring beige carpets with dirtied white walls which were fitted in regular intervals with wooden doors - each with a smudged bronze effect number at their center.
Now the carpets were dark with rusty, brown and black stains showing both ally filth and dried blood in varying ages. Splatters and long drawn out trails of this dark red substance littered the walls, the plaster cracked and clawed away in many places.
Many of the wooden days now hung loosely off their hinges or lay in shattered splints all over the floor, the rooms beyond in terrible dissarray. In some rooms there were the stinking remains of an attack. You could normally hear the swarms of flies from the opposite end of the corridor.
At first, Mizuki had been physically ill the moment that smell had stung his nostrils. Now, after three weeks of getting aclimatised, he was completely disensitised to it.
Occassionally, whilst he was gone out scavenging for food and supplies, he would come back to a new mess in the hall way, or another doorway boarded up with possible human life barricaded inside.
But he never got his hopes up.
Mizuki shuffled slightly as he walked, dragging his heels. He hadn't eaten in a while.
Tell a lie, he'd had a whole raw chicken that he'd defrosted in the run down local corner shop that very morning. But it wasn't enough.
Mizuki found that he needed to eat a whole lot more. Even since before all hell broke loose on such a grand scale.
Others had shown the same symptoms as he was a few months after him.
Insomnia. Mood swings. Insatiable hunger and cravings for raw meat.
But as far as he could tell they were all dead now. Dead -or one of the crazies.
That's what Mizuki called them, Crazies.
The ones that didn't speak anymore so much as snarl and hiss. The ones that had done all this. Crazies were the ones he had to guard himself against, these horrificly strong and agile people that had gone insane and wanted to kill everything.
His parents were Crazies.
Until he was forced to put them out of their misery.
Mizuki lived in a slum area. Drug addicts, prostitution and filth. The perfect breeding ground for a virius in its first evolutionary stages. Plenty of broken hosts to perfect itself on.
But Mizuki didn't know that. All he knew what that his old heart defect was now gone.
And in its place a strange condition that was now as fixed and apart of him as any of his DNA. Moulded. Unchanging.
Mizuki shifted the weight of his weapon into his other hand as he reached for the keys to his front door. Sliding the lock into place, attention half focused on what was going on behind him he quickly undid the lock and slipped inside, shutting the door behind him and locking it instantly in a fluid movement.
Checking the flat in his immediate vicinity he was relieved to find it was empty, all windows intact. Sighing he lay down the hefty plank of wood with the seven gored nails protruding from its top and focused on pushing the heavy threeseater sofa infront of the locked door. He then piled stolls and even the old plug in heater on the sofa to add exra fortification.
His head swam as the hunger came back.
He crossed the room to the cupboards and opened them. They had been crammed full yesterday afternoon, but now there it waslittle under half full.
His appetite forced him to leave the apartment every two days to restock.
As far as he knew the Crazies were an isolated incident. Just in this area of town. He planned to leave at some point, but was reluctant to leave behind the treasures he kept stashed in the closet. . .
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 11:19 am
The phone rang twice before Kilala's brother picked up.
"Kali! What the heck? Where are you guys?" His voice sounded angry and slightly scared, even though he used his nickname for her.
"Geez... Calm down Nicholas. I'm guessing you heard about the... um... 'Zombie outbreak'. Dad's getting supplies once we hit Manhatten, then we'll come home." Kalila said matter-of-factly, twirling a strand of her hair in... She wasn't sure what emotion it was. She was feeling so many things at once.
"Pft... Yeah. People on XBOX Live won't shut up about it. I hear it's in the Bronx, Kali, the Bronx. That's freakin' right there!"
"Just... Don't open the door for anyone, keep it locked... Unless it's us... But only if we don't look zombie-like... and um... Police officers... If they aren't infected either." She said sorting through things in her mind. "Oh! If you need any survival tips call Nina! You know she's always been freaked out by zombies way before this happened... She read that 'How to Survive a Zombie Attack' book... She'll know what to do!" Kalila added with a bright smile. Her mom was starting to glare at her through the mirror, and turned around to take the cell phone. "Oh! If you need a weapon I have a bunch of parasols and kendo sticks in my closet!" She managed to say before her mom grabbed it. Kalila grumbled with her arms folded under her chest.
"Baby? This is mommy... Don't worry too much. I'm sure it's not that bad... But do take percaution... We'll be there in an hour or so." Sunia said, because they stopped in front of a supermarket. "Hun... We have to go now. Stay safe." She added before hanging up.
"There isn't as much traffic as normal... You're right. We will get there in an hour. What's up with that?" Kalila's father said getting out of the car.
Kalila was more on edge than usual as they walked into the building. "I bet everyone was already barricading themselves..." Her theory was enforced when they saw only four employees for the whole market.
"We're in and out like this." Sunia said with a snap of her fingers. "Specially you." She hissed at Abdul.
They quickly got supplies such as: a bunch of bottled water, flash lights, canned foods, and other foods that wouldn't go bad. They had about two carts full of items and walked to the only ringing station with a cashier and a bagger. It was awkward silent as the lady began to ring the items.
"So... Why are you still working... Not many people seemed to show up." Sunia said, breaking the silence.
"Oh... I really need the money. Plus I get to get a lot more supplies than I could normally afford." The lady seemed to jump at the words. She was probably hating the silence too. She didn't seem afraid to admit such information either.
"I have no family... This is the most interation I'll have." the bagger said with a sad smile.
As the items were done being scanned and paid for Kalila lifted up as many bags as she could and bagan to head for the car. Her mom could see the car from her position inside the store and unlocked it for her with the remote. With a nod of thanks Kalila walked towards it.
"Keep safe..." Abdul added before he pushed the cart filled with the rest of the bagged supplies.
"Thanks, you too." the cashier and bagger answered together.
Kalila had already put the bags she had into the back of the vehicle and helped her mother and father put the rest in. They quickly got in, shut the doors, and headed home. From that point it only took 15 minutes to get home to their Manhatten apartment.
After a while they finally got the groceries put away and the car parked and were now inside their home. Nicholas (For once) actually stopped playing his video games to watch the news.
"My God... The world really is coming ot an end... Our little Nicho... Watching the news!" Kalila said with a giggle.
"Shut up..." Nicholas said, too busy paying attention to come up with a better comeback. The news report was about how far the virus had spread from it seeming staring point.
"Florida's completely quarantined from people entering or exiting... South Georgia's infested. But the Atlanta area and most of the North parts of it are fine. Both Carolina's are horrible right now. Washington D.C.'s alright too... Um... It's only as far West as Kentucky... No further yet. Kentucky, Tennessee, Alabama, Mississippi... uh... Virginia, West Virgina, and... uh... yeah that's all... have breakouts in random spots, but aren't over taken; They're pretty good. But all along the states that border the Atlantic, minus Virginia, aren't doing so good. It comes in and spreads fast... Kali... That's us." He said, finally looking away from the T.V. at his last sentence.
"It's fine... We'll be fine. We can take care of ourselves... I think." She said, then looked around the apartment. Maybe not. They were on ground level, had plenty of windows, and... Ah well... They could run away better than the people on higher levels. Plus the inner rooms were plenty safe. Kalila got up and examined herself for 3 seconds, she was plenty dressed to go outside. She looked at her brother. He seemed fine too.
"Hey mommy... Could me and Nicholas go to Nina's house?" She asked. "Please!" She inserted quickly with big puppy-dog eyes.
"Kalila, during this," Sunia searched for a good word "Devistation?"
"Mommy... That way you and daddy won't have to worry about me and Nicholas. I have plenty of Kendo sticks in my room you two could use... AND Nina's home alone! Her Dad went on a business trip to Seattle and won't be back until the day after tomorrow. She'll be scared all alone!" She said aiming for logic and emotional appeal. "Plus... She's always been prepared for a Zombie attack!" Kalila added with a laugh.
"They're not Zombies..." Sunia inserted. "It's just a sickness..."
"No mom... They're pretty much the living dead." Nicholas piped up. "I wanna go... Please!"
"Is it ok with her dad?"
"He approved it before he left... He even said we could stay the whole time if I wanted."
"Pack a lot... I don't want you on the streets. If you want to come home... Call me and I'll tell you yes or no. Remember Safety is the most important thing. Keep clothes, food, and whatever other supplies. Take a few kendo sticks and bokken."
"Yes ma'am!" Nicholas said quickly before running off to go pack a bag for himself.
"Thank you mommy!" Kalila said with a quick peck to her mom's cheek and ran off to her room. She quickly packed and bunch of things and was in the hallway.
"How are you gonna run from Zombies in that?" Nicholas said making a face at her Gothic Lolita dress.
"Just fine, thank you!"
"I have everything... Let's go." Nicholas said rolling his eyes.
Nina lived three blocks away from them. They were now outside they're apartment complex with backpacks on their backs and few pratice swords hanging off of them; Walking quickly towards Nina's place.
Mom and dad'll be fine... They use to live in California. They've always been on the edge and ready for stuff. I'm sure they'll just go back to their old habit... After all, 'they' die hard, right? Kalila thought to herself.
Nicholas was walking close to her. Definately on edge and scared.
"What was that?!" He asked quickly when he heard any type of rustling.
"It's fine... It's probably a cat or something"
"They get infected too, ya know..."
Kalila just sighed. The streets were oddly empty and quiet. But that's no reason to freak out so much.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 1:21 pm
Garath runs up the streets trying to locate the group. God damn it he thinks. The outbreak had to happen while I was on my band trip. It could it have happened any other freakin week, but noo, it happens now. He stops and looks up and down the street. The group he was with was no where in sight. Garath was only down to the States for a short trip with his high school band. But since the outbreak they hadn't been able to get back home due to the quarintines. Stupid border guards he thinks. Since the hotel was in the Bronx, and thats where the virus was, Garath did the smart thing and headed in the other direction. Hopefull everyone else from the bands got away safely as well. The teachers had called the group leaders and told them not to return to the hotel, but not where the band would meet up. It was just Garath's luck that he had gotten separated before finding out where to meet up. Well at least he had his wallet, his back pack and a walking stick. Not much but it would have to do. He headed towards a near by store to get some supplies.
Buying only water and dried foods he quickly payed for them. He then headed towards a drug store next. There he bought simple medicine, and other useful first aid items. Who knew what would happen and Garath planned to be prepared. Tylenol, Penacilin, rubbing alcohol, and other such items he quickly bought up. Other shoppers were stocking up on prescriptions and other medical items as well. They were worried like he was about what might happen. He then exited and started to walk quickly over in the direction of Manhatten knowing that was where the band had played last. Maybe he could find them there. He had nothing else to try and that was his best shot.
As he was walking he noticed that many people were paniking and running randomly around. Looting would start soon after most people left he knew. But he felt kind of sorry for any looters that strayed in to the Bronx. From what he had heard the virus was extreamly contagious. But people would probably try to loot any ways.
The buses were full and crowded. Not a place to be with a virus on the loose. He kept walking. Eventually he reached a police line showing the edge of the out break. The police were trying to quarantine the area. People were slowly being released into the city after making sure they weren't sick. Joining those lines would be suicide as it would takes hours to get through, and to be in a crowd with that many possible cariers was a bad idea.
He turned down an alley and located a building that reached past the police line and the crowd of people. Smiling he tried the back door. It was locked but a crow bar was near by. He then began to rationalize. The city is infected anyways, so are people really going to care if I enter this empty building? Besides it will be saving my own life and that of any one that finds this door later. The building was fairly old and looked to be a large two floored restaurant. The restaurant's light were off and no noise came from the other side of the door. They probably fled as well. He the took the crow bar and began to remove the hinges.
After breaking of the hinges he enters the empty restaurant. It's deserted and looks as though people left in a hurry. He sneaks though the building and exits from the front door past the crowd and the line ups. He continues to walk for along time till he notices the lack of people around him. Most are probably indoors and safe. Either that or fled. He continues to walk down the streets nearing an bunch of apartments. He keeps walking and takes to kicking a can down the street as he walks.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 5:44 am
Perspiration was dewed on Mizuki's face. It rolled down the elegant contours of his cheeks and dripped off onto his t-shirt which now clung to his body like a second skin.
His hair stuck to his face and itched him terribly, though that was the least of his problems.
His upper lip twitched in the right corner, pulling back to reveal teeth that were yellowed with blood.
Mizuki was slumped in the corner of what used to be his living room, he'd pushed all available furniture against the door which had become splintered from assult from the outside.
The room was covered in crisp packets, stabbed and empty tins and debris of food eaten in a wild desperate attempt to sate his terrible terrible hunger.
He had flipped. He knew that now as he sat there, struggling to snap back to normality his head thumping and his heart groaning in his chest.
Way back when, before the infection cured him, this amount of activity would have overwhelmed Zuki's poor heart and he would more than likely be slumped there dead - no parents to take him to a hospital - just laying there waiting for the Crazies to break through and feast on his innards.
Three hours previous, Mizuki had fallen into Rage. His hunger mixed with unknown urges exploded, breaking down the barricades of his will power and consuming him completely. He'd screamed, and lashed out and torn his cupboards from the walls and thrown them across the room with a strength he wouldn;t normally possess.
He'd emptied ever last food source in the flat and ravished it. Anything from crisps to dried pasta he'd been saving to make a proper meal for himself. But that had not been enough.
Worse, thinking there had been some trouble, a human survivor from one of the other flats had managed to get into his apartment. After hacking his way through the door with a hand axe.
At this point, Mizuki had been in the bedroom, tearing his mattress apart with his teeth and clawing at the walls.
Following the sounds of what he had thought to be a struggle, the man he'd known from room 6 had entered the bed room.
The scene that confronted room 6 was one that left no doubt in his mind that this teenager that he had occassionally bought beer for was infected.
The room lay in tatters and the closet door was open.
Inside, their skulls bashed in by a blunt object, but otherwise posistioned as if they were enjoying an afternoon nap was Mr. and Mrs Nishimura.
Mizuki, bound by Rage, had flown at his neighbour. The axe swung down and clipped his shoulder, cutting it reasonably deep before Mizuki had managed to twist aside.
Then, without knowing what he was doing, Mizuki had taken up the plank of wood from where he had slammed it into the floor, wrenched it free of the floor boards and taken it repeatedly to his neighbour.
Three in the chest and twice in the face. Even when the man was dead Mizuki had swung and swung again.
Consumed by Rage and Hunger, Mizuki had dropped to his knees, reached inside the broken mess that was once a handsome skull - and feasted.
Now, coming back to his sense, his hunger finally at ease, Mizuki was overcome by guilt.
Not for his actions, but for the total lack of remorse he was feeling.
He picked himself up and staggered into the bathroom where he showered and brushed his teeth vigourously with what was left of the toothpaste.
Grabbing up his backpack he crammed in anything that could be used as a weapon - corkscrews, cleavers and even his dad's ornamental dagger. Along with all his dad's shells and some spare clothes, Mizuki slung his dads shotgun over his shoulder and slipped the trusty plank of wood into his belt.
He knew then that he couldn't stay in this place. No. It had too many memories. Trying not to look, Mizuki closed his bedroom door.
Deciding to leave the front door barricaded, he exited through a window onto the fire escape ladder.
He climbed down swiftly with practiced ease, having used this route many a time when sneaking out for a piss up with his friend. .
He paused.
Friends. . .
Were they alive now? Frowing deeply Mizuki shook his head. He couldn't hope for that. He just had to think about himself and his well being.
He landed cat like on the ally floor and drawing out his plank of wood he hefted it in both hands.
He'd made out door excursions before to the malls to eat. The Crazies attacked him, but sometimes, they left him be - mostly when they were feeding on something but once Mizuki had been spotted by a trio of Crazies. They had stared at each other, but the Crazies had moved on.
Mizuki had been lucky that day, he couldn't hope for anything like that again.
Hefting the shoulder strap of the gun into a more comfy posistion, he headed out at a jog to the edge of the bronx and a way into the city.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 1:38 pm
Kalila and Nicholas walked in a faster pace than before due to Nicholas's fear. They're walking looked quite funny due to there large and highly packed backpacks. Kalila's walk looked similar to that of an old woman's except much faster, while Nicholas's looked more like a penguin waddle. The reached the first intersection the needed to pass. Kalila stopped and pressed the botton to light the light allowing them to walk across.
"Oh come on! Kali! There is a freakin' epidemic all across the eastern United States of freakin' America... What on earth makes you think we should-" Nicholas was cut of by a loud screeching noise. "What the f*ck?!" He yelled whipping around to the direction the noise came from. A car came zooming to a turn into the intersection they stood on. Apparently the screeching noise before was the same sadan turning into the intersection a street ahead. The wheels screeched again as it entered the deepest part of the turn.
"Oh my- Nicho! MOVE!" Kalila yelled. The car was definately going to collide into the curb they were standing on. Nicholas seemed to be in a deer in front of headlights mode right now. So Kalila ran into him, grabbed on to him for dear life, and rolled as far she could. A few milliseconds later there was more tire screeching, an explosive impact noise, and the sadan's side rear was badly concaved by the street light they were by. Kalila quickly got off of Nicholas, who couldn't breathe do to the air being knocked out of him when Kalila's weight, plus the weight of the bag smashed into him.
Kalila's arm quickly flew up by her sides in the all to famous "What the f*ck is your problem? Have you lost your d*mn mind?" accusational position as she yelled "Sh*t! What's your problem?!" But before she can continue on ranting. The door to the car banged once and creaked open.
"Help me! Oh GOD! PLEASE!" it was a man. He crawled out of the drivers seat onto the curb and quickly scrambled to a standing position. He started running, but as soon as he hit is second step an infected person leaped out of the car foaming at the mouth in a mixture of blood and saliva. Nicholas was up on his feet much faster than the other man was not to long before him. The diseased woman, now that Kalila got a better look at it, leaped towards the man, not noticing the siblings in her peripheral vision just yet. A screech of fear escaped the throat of the man running.
"NO, LISA!" he blurted out in a frenzy of pure fear and confusion. Kalila quickly whipped out the bokken (Wooden Katana) she had hanging of the side of her backpack. Nicholas picked up the clue and grabbed his as well. Kalila got into a running fighting stance and quickly dashed off towards the man and his infected, Kalila guessed from the situation, wife. They hadn't gotten more then 10 feet anyway. Nicholas tailed his sister in a similar stance. As They were right behind the infected Kalila delivered a good blow on top the the "Lisa's" head. As it began to turn Nicholas gave a wallop to the side of its head in combination with Kalila's first attack. As the infected was still in motion from the blow Kalila put all her strength into a stabbing motion through the side of the head.
It only penetrated three-and-a-half inches.
"Crap..." Kalila mumbled as she jumped back. Unfortunately for her as she jumped back the bokken didn't come with it. It was lodged in there pretty tightly.
"Way to go genuis!" her brother yelled out of frustration. The virused woman turned around as she now tried to go for the closer prey. "Well, do something!" Nicholas said desperately.
"Distract!" Kalila ordered as she ran off to the side of the infected.
"Come back here, @$$hole! She's your wife!" Nicholas yelled as he changed his stance to one of dualing. The man ran back, his face covered in sweat definately from fear. Nicholas delivered a quick whack to the preditor's stomach as the man stood next to Kalila in a ready position.
"Grab this and jam it forward..." Kalila said as she grabbed the weapon's hilt the same time Nicholas delivered another hit of distraction. The man grabbed on as well, and they both pushed forward.
"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap..." Nicholas mumbled to himself over and over again as the momentum of the push from Kalila and the man pushed the body of the infected closer and closer to him. He scurried backwards with his bokken out before him, hoping the thing would fall on to the weapon first. With one last jerk of strength from the man and Kalila the sword went completely through the head of "Lisa". The body fell forward, Nicholas moving just a hair enough away for the thing not to land on him.
As the body made contact with the ground it twitched a couple times and then stopped moving and finally died. Kalila pulled the weapon out of the corpse's head and glared daggers at the man as she mumbled "Were you bitten?"
"E-excuse me?" He stuttered out, still recoiling from everything that just happened.
"Were you bitten!?" Nicholas repeated for Kalila, taking up glaring at him with her.
"N-n-no..." he said. Kalila gave him a thorough examination. He had flesh wounds, but they looked more like they were from the crash: bruises and stuff. He had blond-brown hair and brown eyes.
"Did any of her," Kalila said jabbing her thumb at the corpse "spit or blood get into your wounds?" she was talking more gentally now, finally taking his feeling into consideraion.
"N-no... Ju-just spazzed out d-down there." he said pointing down the road. Kalila guessed he meant the woman. The man looked to be mid-30's. "My wi-ife... Sh-sh-she's gone forever..." he said as if it just dawned on him.
"Oh great! We have with us a man older than us but taking orders. How pathetic! He's not gonna survive another attack... Freakin' useless. We should just get rid of him now!" Nicholas growled to his siter.
"Nicholas! Be reasonable. This was his first time. He'll know what to do later! What's your name?" Kalila asked politely.
"Travis..."
"Ha! A Travis! You're incredibly right Kali... He is so gonna make it next time!" Nicholas said with sarcasm dripping of every syllable.
"Whatever... Come with us dude. We're going to place two blocks from here... You up for it?" She asked Travis.
"Yeah..."
"Get supplies from your car if you have any... Batteries and what not if you don't have other types of what not." Kalila told him. Her brother and her continued to walk onwards to Nina's house, walking slower so the guy could catch up. Kalila took a swift glance at the sadan's number plate. It was a New York one, but there was a bumper sticker that read "Williams Lloyd Garrison Elementary School: My child is an honor student".
"If I remember correctly, That school's in the Bronx." Kalila whispered to her brother.
"Keep on your feet then... We might have to kill him." Nicholas said as they continued walking. Kalila smacked him in the arm.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 6:39 pm
As Garath walks he hears some skreeching up ahead. It sounded like a car but it was followed by a crash. He runs towards the noise worried about the people in the acccident. He then wounder if maybe there might be infected people there. It was possible. If he ran over there he might get infected himself. He slows down slightly. But there's might be people in trouble who need medical aid! He shrugs and thinks well at least if I get infected i'll have gone out doing good. He starts to run towards the crash. He holds his walking stick tightly ready to use it, incase there are any zombies at the scene of the crash. He comes up to a corner and turns it. Theres a smashed car and three people at the midle of the street. On the ground near them appears to be a dead body. They aren't feeding on it, so it's safe to assume they aren't infected. He runs towards them calling out. "Hello. Does anyone need first aid?" He knows it's cheesy but it at least lets them know he's not a zombie and that he's there to help.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 7:39 pm
Travis leaped in fear at the sudden noise and hit his head on the trunk door of his car.
"Oh God... We're so doomed if we keep him..." Nicholas said rubbing his temples, not even willing to keep up the sarcasm with, in his opinion, "Pathetic excuse of a man."
"Um... Actually," Kalila started, thinking it would be best to fight infected people in groups, "This fellow might need some aid..." She said smiling at Travis as she spoke.
Travis's arms were full of water bottles and batteries, but he chose to smile back and said "Um... Yeah, I... Was in a c-crash."
"Hold up- Wait!" Nicholas started with a glare on his face, and Kalila caught on.
"Why are you by yourself? Where did you come from?" Kalila inserted, readjusting the straps of her backpack.
"He's probably also from the Bronx... God, we're just digging ourselves in a deeper and deeper hole!" Nicholas complained loudly. You could tell he was worried for his sister and his own life. "You freakin' KNOW they can't stay at Nina's like us. Her dad isn't here... Plus they're to guys older than her..." He said glaring at the new comer.
"We can't just leave them alone... I'm sure they could just stay in her garage or something..." Kalila argued back, whispering to her brother so the other two could not hear. "Plus... We're gonna need bladed swords and guns real' soon. Nina has plenty all over her walls, her dad collects. If they're with us we'll have the man power to mow a lot more down than with just three of us. You saw how that incident almost ended up..." She continued to whisper pointing at the corpse with her nose. "We barely managed to kill it... There were only three of us."
Nicholas sighed "Fine... But they aren't staying with us the whole time. Especially Travis... He's freakin' useless..." He grumbled and continued to walk.
"Just... Follow us when you're done!" Kalila yelled after the two "Outsiders." She and her brother continued to walk.
Travis walked over to the person. "I... have some bruised and a gash on my leg... If you don't mind." He said, the aura of a complete submissive, cowardly, and following man radiating off of him more and more... Much to Nicholas teeth gnawing.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 7:51 pm
Garath was begining to regret coming over. Surviving in groups would be best but he hated being ridiculed. He also hates it when people try and talk behind his back but not far enoguh away. "You know I could just leave you three. For all I know you three are already infected from just being near her. But no I have to be a good sumaritan. So you stop being such a jerk." Garath glares a the young boy. He turns back to the man and says calmly. "I stocked upon first aid suplies." He sets down his pack and opens it. "I also passed my first aid cousre. Downside was that it was four years ago." He taks out some alcohol and puts some on some cotton. "This will sting a bit." Garath then put it on and used medical tape to tie it to the leg and keep the wound closed. "Thats the best I can do."
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 1:18 pm
Mizuki could hear squealing tyres in the distance.
There was the sound of impact an a terrified scream. Mizuki no longer stopped to wonder why he could hear so well.
When he had first found that his hearing had improved he had turned immediately to his collection or Marvel Comics.
He had had fanatasies of being the next Spider Man or, equipped with his new found agility, maybe even a much slower version of the Flash.
He had used it to listen in on his parents conversations. Or had stopped out in the hall ways and listen to simultaneous rooms at once.
Until through this eavesdropping he had hears Mr Davies or room 3 beating his young wife. Or had learned that the old lady across the hall, whom no one knew or cared about, was dying slowly through a brain hemerage and had only her elderly cat Fiddles to confide her fears to.
Far from being able to leap into action like the colourful heros of his comic books, Mizuki had only found himself bitterly depressed by the truths of this cruel world.
He had tried to speak to the old room of room 3, at least offer her on last hope of company in human form - but she had been terrified by the sudden attention and had barricaded herself away.
With this hearing, he had also been able to hear, in gorey detail, Mrs Davies feasting on the contents of her husband. And hear the old lady in room 3 slam her only friend Fiddles into the wall - again and again.
He had heard, even before they had closed in on his room, his parents snarling and snapping at each other before shuffling inthe direction of their soons room intent on blood.
True this time had allowed him to arm himself but . . .
Now, his good hearing was no longer a novelty. No longer a glimpse and Marvel Heroism.
Now, it was just everyday.
Instead of heading towards the sound of the crash, Mizuki made a beeline to avoid it.
He ducked into the long dusty alleyway that he had used once on his trip to the Local Pharmacy. It had been holed up, boarded at the door, but a quick venture round the back revealed that whomever may have been ducking inside had neglected a window and the Crazies had found their way in.
That was what scared Mizuki most about the Crazies. Unlike the mindless blithering Zombies of his old video games, these bastards seemed to have a limited intelligence. They could improvise. Instead of bumping into posts and bouncing off walls, they could break through windows to get to their prey - something that most people did not account for.
This was why they were Crazies and NOT Zombies.
But there was one thing, at least, that Mizuki had discovered. Crazies couldn't climb.
Or maybe they could, they just chose not too - especially great heights.
He had been tailed by a couple of badly beaten Crazies one outting all the way up the stairs to the third floor balcony of a block of flats. They had nearly had him too. But the moment he leapt up onto the fire escape ladder they had stopped. They had reached over the railings and clawed fruitlessly at the air for a while, but they had given up eventually.
Mizuki paused for thought.
Maybe they could climb. Thinking back, he had had to mount the railings and leap across a free fall before grabbing the ladder rungs and pulling himself up.
Perhaps they couldn't jump? Or didn't like heights with free falls.
They knew that that could kill them?
These thoughts both terrified and intrigued Mizuki.
Did the Crazies have foresight? Did they know when they were in danger?
A shudder ran up his spine as he continued with renewed speed, ears open for any close activity.
As he reached the end of the Ally, he poked his head round the corner.
His stomach plummeted.
Only a few yards away, across the road was the biggest group of Crazies he had ever encountered.
He subconciously did a head count and knew instantly that there were fifteen of them, in varying degrees of decay, looming over four mushy piles that Mizuki only assumed were once human.
A few of them had limbs jutting out at odd angles, one was missing an eye and all of them were looking filthy, brown blood caked all over them. Some of the earlier cases.
Mizuki held his breath and began to back out of sight - but too late.
His innards turned to ice as he saw one of them, once a woman, raise her head.
Her hair was lank and greasy, the left side of her scalp bald and glistening moistly from where, no doubt, she had been scalped. Her cloudy eyes locked onto him and her expression changed from vacant to fierce in a heartbeat. Her mouth opened and a loud gutteral sound crawled out of her throat.
Mizuki didn't even wait to see how she raised her hand to indicate him to the rest of the group. He was already sprinting down the end of the ally way.
He was across the deserted main road when he heard uncountable footfalls reach the end of the ally. With prey in plain sight, he heard the whole group snarl in unison and pick up their pace.
Mizuki wasn't sure if he was even breathing any more. He wasn't thinking either. His whole being was in putting one foot in front of the other with increasing speed, his whole concious focused on widening the gap between him and certain gorey death.
And yet, something in the back of his mind wanted him to stop, face them all snarling and tear out their throats and feast on their -
The thought was cut short as Mizuki pracically flew round the corner and into another wide street. Ahead he could see a car [the one he heard earlier?] and four - no five shapes. Though he could tell, even at this distance one of them was dead.
[At this point the voice at the back of his head snarled triumphantly and commanded him to stop and claim the kill for himself]
He fought it off. He was loosing his mind. This was all too much.
Had he snapped when he'd killed his parents? Was he destined to plummet further until he just caved and -
NO! his brain roared. KEEP RUNNING.
As he neared he caught sight of the bewildered expressions on the peoples faces. Three boys, one girl.
One of those men was wounded. Mizuki knew immediately that by running this way he had condemned the wounded party to death. But he had no time for guilt.
Fighting air into his lungs he began to shout to the group.
"RUN!" He screamed, his arms pistoning at his sides. "THERE'S TOO MANY!"
As if waiting for such a prompt, on the word 'many', the Crazies exploded into sight at the end of the street.
With the promise of more than one scrawny meal to share, lying straight ahead, they all let out gruesome shrieks that sounded terribly like battle cries and increased their pace, closing in on them all at alarming speed.
Mizuki did not stop, he sailed right past the group, vaulting the corpse with ease. Nor did he look over his shoulder to check if they were following.
His soul attention was now on a flight of fire steps on the side of a building just ahead.
Digging down to reserves he didn't have before, Mizuki put on a final burst of speed and leapt upwards in an olympic attempt at flight. His hands latched on to second level balcony. Going hand over hand on the rungs he rolled over the banister and started up.
He reached the uppermost floor, the third, in record time and climbing up onto the railing, flung himself across to the fire ladder.
Clinging to the rungs he turned his head in the direction of the survivors [who wouldn't be for long if they didn't move] and screamed: "CLIMB! CRAZIES DON'T JUMP!"
But that was all the help he offered. Hitching the shotgun strap back onto his shoulders with a rough shrug, he began to climb.
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