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 Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 9:56 am
Quote: This RP is OPEN meaning everyone can post However it is probably wiser if humans don't dwell here too long, for this place is known to house many a zombie in the past few days. Setting - A wide street in a middle-class neighbourhood. Houses are not so secure that they can't be broken into and a few abandoned cars are parked along the roadway. Time - near midday
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 2:06 pm
It was midday, about 1:30 in the early afternoon by the position of the sun, the body that had once housed a charming little girl by the name of Hale was trudging along the center of the street along the center line as though it were a talasman; so long as one did not move from it's reflective path only good could come.
Hale had been bitten days before by her mum in thier home after having been likewise infected by Hale's father, she'd bled to death quietly, alone and unknowing that her life was draining away in her own room, sitting neatly on the carpet near the foot of her bed, towels wrapped around her injured hand and arm so that the carpet would not be stained. Somtimes our minds come up with silly logic in desperate situations. Hale had intended fully to climb out her window and make it to the nearest hospital before it had come to this, but time had been to short.
Moments later, perhaps fifteen, her lifeless body which had only begun to grow pale and cold had shuddered, an unatural jerking of limbs and appendages as though it were trying to wake itself from a long slumber. Hales open eyes which had moments before stared blankly across the landscape of the carpet blinked once, then remained open, vacant, but seeing as she shuddered to life, sitting up, unmindful of her arm which hung by thin threads of sinew and tendon and trodging across the room to the window she had intended as her escape. The window would still serve.
It was some time later now that she continued her journey, with a long forgotten destination down the center of the road. There were others like her out here, she may have known them at some point, a boy down the street, a woman and a man running about frantically, she'd known thier names once, their faces, but now it didn't matter. They were like her and they were hungry, all of them. They walked through the neighborhood with mindless intent, driven by hunger and confusion. There was safety here, so many like her in one place, though she couldn't remember what there was to be afraid of. She could hardly remember her name now. They no longer had names.
To anyone uninfected, it would perhaps be a horrifying, perhaps sad thing to see a child, 12, barely into puberty walking along the road in her underdress, her clothes stained with blood, her skin palid and grey, eyes vacant, arm dangling limply at her side covered in blood and nearly tore from her, barefoot and disheveled. If they hadn't known better, she'd look like one of those war victims, one of those children one always sees on the news huddled together, eyes big, dirt and blood smudged faces. If they hadn't known better.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 7:13 pm
With a groaning strain and a difficult struggle, it lifted its body up. They could not see, they could not feel, and they could hear only a distant echo of noise. The weight of something heavy lay burdeningly upon the collar of he lower, but it could feel no weight as humans do. It pushed with the intensity as if the object was merely a heavy appendage. Sluping forward it rolled off of a white table, now brown and red with blood and bile. The hunger was immense, but it could not find any satisfaction for it. Without seeing it could not seek its prey. it had no way of eating. A soft distant noise echoed around the pitchblack chamber. Its wet sticky insides writhed in pulsating waves. The tonge of the heavy appendange on top began to extend like a serpent, squirming its way into the hosts mouth. With a quick jab and a few minutes of fusion it could see one more. The view was new to both, foggy and gray. The shallow yellow eyes gazed from rotting sockets at the room. There were others here, some struggling with bags and sheets which lay covering their bodies, and some up and walking.
This one felt different. it was not like the others, and it could sense that this was so. The other gathered in anticipation and curiosity perhaps, some uttering low mournful groans.
--So...hungry...Feed us...feed...need...hungry...--
The eyes rotated in their sockets like gyros, gazing in every direction, at the room, the others, and itself. It raised its arm, groping the air feeling for its surroundings. With a small tingle, it might have felt surprised, but suprise was no longer something it could ever feel again. The others, in response, each groped the air is a similar fashion. The eyes rolled about wildly in a grotesque acknowledgment of the response. It made some soft grans and simple projections with its hands, and the others groaned in reply, apparently reading his will.
A cheerful laugh and a small banter drew its attention and the attention of the others. A door flew open, and a thin balding man with round glasses and a younger fresher woman appeared with him. For a moment, nothing moved. The balding man and the woman, both wearing white clothes stood in shock. The others were curious as well, remaining motionless. It trodged slowly towards the door in curiosity, gazing as the words MORGUE inscribed above it, but it had no comprehension. It heard a loud but muffled scream and the man and the woman broak out in sobbing terrified moans. It, gazed at its reflection a moment, then turned to the creaming two. With a small grunt and a low arm raise the other encircled the fleshy duo. The screams became broken and blood splattered the walls and floor. Tearing flesh and snapping bones replaced the moans which faded aways into gurgles of liquid. In eager command it raised its are and let out another noise, concerned that it could not feed as well. The other stopped their feast and stared for a moment. Then one by one, walked closer. there had been a small cut close to the belly region of the upper appendage, and the other came in close and pressed their lips against it. In turns they each regurgitated some of their meal into the hole until it was satisfied. Then with a bemused huff the other lowered their necks and returned to their meal. It swayed its head toward the shining reflective panel ont he wall. It could see now. It saw what it was. This thing had no face, but instead an enormous mutated fish with great yellow eyes. It was bemused in a silent thoughtlessness. The others followed it, the others would feed it. It would never go hungry so long as the others were around. But should the others be gone, it would need to survive another way. It, 'Fishface,' shambled out of the room. The others would follow it soon, it could not concern itself. It was still hungry, but sought frsher prey. With a gurgled echo it bellowed and stepped out into the night.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 7:46 pm
The one who had forgotten her name, once called Hale conintued to trudge down the road along her magic line. The pavement had long since gone cold beneath her feet, meeting her own temperature, the light dimming to early evening and shadows dissapearing with no sun to bring them forth.
One by one the streetlights began to flicker on in the gloom, green-blue lights casting pale circles on the street below before popping out of existance or remaining lit. The others were shambling along like her, along the sidewalks, across porches and between fence boards, groaning to themselves and searching endlessly for food, those who were unlike them. It was like some ghastly semblance of thier former lives. She didn't bother. She continued to shamble on. There were a few that followed at some distance, not so much a sense of curiousness, but a need to follow driving them to do so.
Now and then she would come upon a vehicle, a twisted hulk of metal and glass, smoking, flaming, and smelling of blood, the last remnants of devoured bodies clinging here and there, not enough left to become like she was. They were survivors, those like herself, not weak enough to be devoured, but strong enough to have temporarily escaped those that had made them like this, to allow the change in thier flesh.
In any case, it didn't matter to the girl who was once Hale, whatever she could understand, whatever she may have thought or observed, it fell upon vacant eyes and an uncaring mind. She was walking. They used to say all roads led to Rome. To her, this road, led to food.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 2:08 pm
*Bang*
A fifth round fired. The last of the others fell to the ground with a sloshing thud. A voice resounded with a hoot of enthusiasm and the words "Bullseye!" Fishface was hungry, but all of the others were gone. Its eyes rolled around madly, scanning the surroundings for the source of the voice and the gunshots. Fishface rounded the corner of the back alley and affixed its eyes on a very confused, and strangely intrigued man standing in the street.
"Oi! Sweets! Come 'ave a look ere' at this!"
A second man stepped into view. The first man was of average height with a stocky build and a protruding gut. He wore the uniform of the British military and sported a very heavy caliber rifle. The second man, Sweets as he was called, was much taller than the first man, and almost as fat. His ebon colored skin was tarred with sweat and oozes, most likely from the others.
"Wot the 'ell?"
"E' looks like he got a bit frisky away from the missus eh?"
The two laughed.
"Looks right odd to me, Gurney. Wot's this guy got 'imself into to 'ave that on 'is 'ead?"
"Reckon some-un' put it there on purpose?"
"Bloody doubt it."
"Eh, prolly right. Well, reckon we should shoot it?"
"Naw. Don't waste the bullets. Try a rock first, eh?"
Gurney and Sweets scavenged for a moment picking up scraps of stone and metal. Then together began throwing them forcefully at Fishface. It began to feel what might be considered anger as its bodily reflexes sluggishly reacted to the pelts.
"Look it that, e's pissed now."
"Haw haw haw. Like these beasts ever get pissed. Worst they can do is bite you, and this one can't even do that!"
"At least he's got one thing up on the rest of em'."
"Wot's that?!"
"E' smells awful! HAW HAW HAW HAW!"
"No Gurney, wot's that!?!"
Fishface was hungry for several things now. It wanted to be fed again, but somewhere still in its instincts it desired to eat Gurney and Sweets as revenge as well as nourishment. This burning insticnt forced a reaction within the tissue. The cranium swelled and fell, pumping like a heart. With a wheezing squelch the jaws of the upper appendage clenched tighter. The gills writhed and wiggled, adjusting themselves perfectly. The slit at the abdomen began intaking air, the stomach swelling to contain it. Then the slit closed tighty. Fishface exhaled the air. It blew through the gills amplifying the wail into an earsplitting whistle. Gurney and Sweets dropped their weapons and covered their ears. When the noise ended, Fishface stood motionless, gazing intently at Gurney and Sweets with great animosity behind its round yellow eyes.
"Bloody e'-"
Sweets did not finish his curse. The other had come again, this time in great numbers, and before Gurney and Sweets could retrieve their weapons, their fingers had been bitten off. As the others fed themselves and Fishface, their moans and sobs echoed over a walkie-talkie.
"Gurney! Sweets! Are you there! We're sending backup to your position, stay alive until then for God's sake!"
More food was coming, and they would be ready and waiting. The concept was enlightening. Fishface liked delivery.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 9:33 pm
It was a few blocks after her feet left her talisman the line when the creature once called Hale stopped. A simple, quiet, halting of movement, her feet placed evenly on blood-wet pavement. Nearby were shuddering screams, sobs of pain and agony as a crowd of others tore apart two men, thier bodies writhing in thier last death throws as another unlike any of them stood off to the side, being fed by the kind like her. Perhaps not like her. For in that moment she'd asked herself a question although silent, setting her too apart from the others who moments before had been like she was.
This one, the one apart was like her now, or, more properly, they were like her. This creature was two, in better days she would have recognized it as the corpse of a man bearing the corpse of a fish. As she was now, they were simply two halves of one organism that like her, was aware. Not just of food and movement like the others, but aware of themselves, capable of wanting things other than food. Though more often than not whatever intelligence they held still contributed to that main goal.
She was more like a ghost than..whatever they were as she stood on the outskirts of the crowd, the dull crackle of a walkie talkie sounding nearby on the pavement, voices of men shouting through the receiver going unanswered. In life she'd been pale, more so with her towheaded hair, but now, as a corpse, if you could call her that, she was even paler, her skin almost translucent, and in the semi-dark of oncoming dusk her skin glowed under the light of the rising moon. She watched, observing the fish-headed one from afar. Only vaguely noticed by those feeding it.
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