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 Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 11:58 pm
[What's going on here, and why am I no longer a/an unstable psychologist? I don't want to be able to swim! ]]
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 3:40 am
((I've seen longer. smile And I need Venom))
Zack walked onward slowly, searching for somebody, anybody. Somebody alive. He noticed somebody in the dark, a pipe in it's hand, but a shadow hid it's face. Zack stilled himself, hoping it was human, but if it was zombie, he had 2 bullets. Reloading would put him too close to the zombie, if it ran out, he'd be using his wrench. He breathed slowly and softly, focusing on this target.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 6:51 am
Jack turned to the direction of the library's front doors and swore.
"What the Hell was that?" he asked, not really expecting an answer.
He followed a few feet behind Martin until he saw a man, "Who the Hell are you? Stop making so much damn noise!" he snapped in a hushed tone.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 2:59 pm
Zack turned to see a guy. An actual living male. "Sorry, didn't know somebody actually cared. Didn't know anybody was alive to care," he answered. He let his pistol just fall into his pocket as he relaxed some.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 3:05 pm
Jack eyed the man, looking out for any sudden movements. He gave a small smile, "Yeah, I'm glad to see other survivors too, but what was that noise? Did something, other than you, get in?" he asked, looking around the area.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 3:54 pm
Zack chuckled. "The truck I've been working on for 6 months," he said, signalling toward his crashed in truck. "Kinda went through the wall while not watching the road. Not so helpful," he commented on his own failure. "Had some zombies after me, but after about a ten minute drive, I lost them. Three minutes later....yeah," he chuckled slightly, rubbing the back of his head with his now empty right hand. His left hand still held the red case.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 9:54 pm
"Pipe wielding... zombie? I don't look that bad do I?", Orpheus had asked the startled woman. Doing as she requested he lifted up the water and brought it over to her.
"I'm glad to see that I'm not the only living person.", he had said walking around the small store and stopping to look at the zombie within a gate. It wasn't able to get to him, but he had still felt uneasy. Seeing as there were two people in the room they would be capable of killing it, God forbid that happens. Reaching for his camera he decide to take a quick snapshot of the captive zombie. Orpheus then turned to the woman.
"Smile", he said right before taking the picture.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 11:27 pm
((Did we make it back to the church?))
"Huh?" Dru whirled around to see what he was doing, glaring after the picture was taken. "I'm not very photogenic you know, but anyways that's Mother superior." She nodded at the nun within the gated garden. "She took me in after the first wave. She should die off soon enough, then the garden might be usable. Come on, I'll show you around."
"So, uhm, I've been sleeping over there by the alter, you can probably tell by all the blanket and pillows everywhere." She kept walking, back towards the little kitchen the nuns used. "Back here is of course the kitchen. And that door leads to the storage closet with all the extra crosses and holiday decorations and donated stuff from years ago."
The door was little and wooden, not much to look at. And Drusilla walked right by it to put away her 'groceries'. She'd never really looked through the closet to be honest.
"My name's Dru by the way, Drusilla MacLeod, How bout you?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 11:45 pm
"Well, there are certainly going to be zombies on their way with that noise," Martin complained, stepping forward.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 3:26 am
((I'm assuming you two are on opposite sides of me unless told otherwise.))
Zack turned behind him to hear the guy now speaking. Wow, two alive people in one day, he thought to himself. "Heh, sorry," he apologized.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 11:16 am
Christian was the last one at this point. The others were outside trying to get him.
He hadn't tried the back door yet like they had, and fortunately the maintanence walkways around the airport seemed to still be clear, so that door wasn't in danger. Unfortunately, the glass in front of the metal screen had long since shattered, and so the noises the zombies made were very, very clear. In his little concession store, he was going crazy, slowly but surely.
He had the M9, but it was completely empty, as was the second magazine. And it had taken all that ammo just for three zombies. And he was the only one alive anyway.
He had to move soon, but not like they had. He needed a tool to use to move, or outside intervention. No weapons made themselves apparent. He could've used the cash register as a bludgeon, but it was far too awkward. He couldn't let them get close or he'd screw himself up.
He began hunting for some alternative weapon. Nothing presented itself, and he knew the streets and probably especially the airport would be very full. The small number outside the metal screen was a little miracle that was saving his life, he supposed.
Now if only he could find a way out...
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 2:28 pm
Emily sat on the floor, hugging her legs like a child, her eyes red but dry. She couldn't seem to make herself move anymore. What was the point, anyway? Her parent's house was sturdy, with doors that had heavy steel sandwiched between the wood, and there were pretty but fully functional bars on all the windows. This meant that the moaning shuffling creatures outside would not get in unless she opened something. That wasn't the problem; the problem was food. Her mother had never been a believer of canned food, so there was very little in the house, and Emily had used most of that. Worse, she was running out of bottled water. She knew that she would eventually have to leave in order to search for sustenance, but she didn't think that she could do it. It the people outside, with those moaning, eerily familiar voices, turned out to be who she thought they were, she was positive that she'd lose it entirely. Besides, starving to death beat the hell out of being eaten. So she sat and sat, staring ahead at nothing and listening to the groans of the people who had probably been her parents.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 2:45 pm
CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRACK! The zombie's skull had finally given way to Grigori's boot, and caved. Satisfied with his work, Grigori scuffed his boot on the pavement, trying to scrape away the gore and took a deep breath. "I am going to kill the ******** that thought this was a great idea," the middle-aged man muttered to himself. It was a good thing Grigori was paranoid about his bodily health or the last few days would have truly been Hell on Earth. Right about now a cigarette would be nice, even though Grigori Murdock wasn't much of a smoking man. A bottle of Jack and a can of Coke would be even better. He could dream...
Spotting a Church, the retiree couldn't help but chuckle at the state of it. "Judging us or cleansing us? Was it planned, or do we truly have free will, hm?" He chuckled again and headed for the Church. At the door he knocked. "Anyone sane in here? Or am I going to be putting my boot through more skulls?" Despite how confident he sounded, Grigori was really stressed. Killing people had never been on his agenda, but when he realized there was a difference between people and zombies, it had become much simpler to do the dirty work.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 9:44 pm
Drusilla cast a glance out the kitchen door, over to where the voice was coming from. "Come on, looks like we're having another guest for dinner. Next thing I know I'll be on the bell tower putting out signs for survivors." She stopped putting the non perishables away and went out to the wide, thick double doors before shouting through them.
"Was that a strangely articulate groan or a series of words purposely constructed to make a sentance?" She asked, using her teacher voice. One never could tell who was friend and who was just a human sounding zombie these days. "I hope you know these doors won't open! so you'll have to go around, and try not to shoot the nun in the fence!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 12:22 am
"It was a perfectly articulated and planned sentence, I assure you, Sister." By the woman's tone of voice and her referencing a nun around the side, he assumed the speaker was also a nun and spoke as respectfully as possible. "So, which way is safer? My left or right? I'm not much in the mood to be mauled by cannibals with the midnight munchies, Sister." Even in stressful situations, it seemed Grigori couldn't help but utilize his natural way with quirky humor, albeit most was inherently dark and/or morbid.
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