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 Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 10:19 pm
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“ нσω dσ уσυ єxpєcт тσ survivє ιғ ωє'rє αlωαys αт єαcн σтнєrs тнrσαтs? ”
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It had been well over a fort night since Zoey had found refuge in the abandoned house, finding just enough to make the place comfortable. I twas clear that who ever lived here left long before the outbreak, so there was no sudden rush. This meant they didn't leave behind all their food and extra clothing, which was just fine by here. What she was most concerned about was location and how strong the house was guarded against the creatures. Luckily the house was long forgotten, even to the point where all the windows were boarded shut. Having to force her way in through the cellar she was sure to block off that door just in case one of those...things, found their way in. One fortunate part of the house, besides the boarded up windows, was the fact the place had a fireplace as well as a closet full of blankets, which she used to keep herself warms at night.
The sun was getting close to setting, in the next hour for sure, and Finch was making sure she had what she needed for the night. Prior to finding this house the only thing she had to defend herself was a large tree branch, which she thankfully never had to use. In the basement she only found one useful weapons, a machete the previous owners must have left behind. Which she couldn't figure out since it looked like it had never been used. Even though she was not interested in hurting those that used to be human, or even real animals, she knew she had no choice. Take the weapon in hand she kept it with her at all times, readying herself for anything that might have happened.
Going through her regular routine to make sure everything was locked down tightly she set up her bedding she made by the fire place. At night she kept the flames low, only embers burning, so there was no visible light emitting from the cracks in the boards over the windows. Settling down into the next of blankets she made, machete next to her, Finch looked to the front door, curious if she'll hear any sounds tonight. Since finding this place not even the sound of a bird flying by had caught her attention. It was like she had picked the last place on Earth where there was no life, not even those monstrous creatures that were once people that others knew and loved.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 12:25 am
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“ ι'ℓℓ вє ғιиє. Ɉuѕт ℓєт мє gєт α вєттєя vιєw. ”
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Things had been beyond quiet all day for Vergil. Ever since he had stumbled upon this abandoned house earlier in the day, there hadn't been a single trace of life anywhere. It was like when the entirety of humanity had been devastated by the outbreak, life in general just collapsed. In a way it felt satisfying to finally be living away from the mess that society had placed upon them. And yet... something about the way it all went down was just horribly wrong. Terrifying even. Combing his hand through his dark brown hair, the man had spent the day in the attic of the run-down house sharpening the knives he had gathered from the kitchen with his own sharpening stone. There were a few nice ones he liked and he had taken it upon himself to add them to his collection. If something ever went down one thing would be for sure. He'd never run out of excuses to get away from a close encounter. The creaking of the wood would break the overwhelming quiet every now and again.
From time to time, Vergil would sit completely still and just listen. Even with the sun setting, he knew that "they" would be out for another night of noise. It never failed. Even in the most desolate locations, in spots you'd think there wouldn't be any evidence of life, there would always be something lurking in the darkness. He had done a full scan of the house after breaking in through the cellar earlier in the day. Nothing was here and it made for a perfect spot to catch his breath and take inventory. There was nothing but large plots of land down south. The brunette couldn't stand the thought of living in warmer climates since he was so used to the northern style of living, but perhaps being here did have its good terms. The light struggling to break through the boarded window had begun to change color. The darkening shade of orange was slowly growing darker and that wasn't a good sign. Either it was going to be a time to rest or Vergil would be on the move again. With those monsters running about, each night was an adrenaline-filled, horrifically terrorizing experience. He wasn't afraid to die, not anymore, but there was no doubt about it that the way those things looked were enough to make him jump out of his skin. It was hard to believe that at one point they were... human.
As the eclipse of night had loomed over Crow, an unexpected sound had startled him. There was a banging coming from downstairs. Almost like... a hammer. Out of habit, he remained motionless at first before getting to his feet. He wanted to be sure that his deciphering of the sound was correct. There wasn't any screaming, no shouts or growls or pleads for help. Nothing. Just the banging. Taking his current condition into consideration as well as where he was now in the house, there were a few possibilities that could play out. With each thought, Crow dismissed them. If I remove the boards from the attic window to make an escape, I'll just make too much noise. With a hand held to his lips and his dull-colored eyes hovering over the only doorway out of here, he thought hard about what he should do. If there's only one or two, I can get the jump on them. There's no way to escape but through the basement. It was much too quiet for there to be a large group. You could always tell when a hoard of those abominations were even coming in your direction. There would only be one chance at this and he wasn't about to screw it up.
Vergil zipped up the back of his face mask, concealing himself further in black to blend in with the darkness. Buttoning up his outer shirt, he pulled two knives off from the holes in his sleeves and clutched them firmly. By this time, the banging had ceased. Everything was silent again and that alone irked the man. When you hear something and then nothing at all in a baron wasteland and no reasonable ways to explain it, it really gets your mind racing. Imagination was his worst enemy and he did whatever it took to put those haunting thoughts to the back of his head. Extremely slowly so not to make any excess noise, Crow turned the knob on the door and opened it quickly so there wouldn't be a creaking sound. He had crouched down low, as if you'd expect him to combat crawl or walk on all fours, and kept the sounds of his feet in check. This was bothering him the more and more as he took the steps down the stairs one by one. A very dim light was coming from the living room that he could vaguely see from the hall. It bewildered the survivor to no end as to how that light was made. He didn't start any fire or light any candles in thoughts that he wouldn't be staying anyway. What's going on...?
Each step Vergil took had become more timid. He stalked the source of light and moved like a specter through the cold hallway. The dim shades of red and orange became a little more vibrant as now heat could be felt along with it. There was a feeling to put to the color. Not just that, but sound. The crackling of fire and... something else moving. Now he was damned sure that these things were incapable of starting fire. And even if they were able to they wouldn't like the light it gave off all that much. But it wasn't possible that there'd be others out there like him... was it? Hell, he had managed to survive this long. If he could, others could too, right? Crow peeked ever so slightly around the corner of the doorway. There was someone in the room staring at the door. Immediately he had begun to list his options. One, this person was hostile and would cause him problems if they weren't dealt with immediately. Two, this person was, in fact, just another survivor looking for any sort of refuge from the horrible monsters that walked in the darkness. Three, this person was possibly infected and had seeked a lone location to suffer or worse kill themselves. Vergil had begun to remember the sound of banging from before and how similar it sounded to a hammer. Were they barricading the basement door? There was a bit of conflict now. Should he approach unarmed or ready for blood? If this person wasn't a threat and he was responsible for killing them, he'd never let himself live it down. So the man took a closer look at the surroundings. The light coming from the fire was extremely dim, but it was enough to shed vision on the machete that was placed next to the person as they wrapped themselves in a few blankets. They were tired and looking for a place to sleep. That eliminated the infected theory. There wasn't a sign of guns or anything besides a backpack. Anything could be in there but it would take too long for them to pull anything out. Being wrapped in those blankets made them vulnerable. The upper hand was completely his.
I'll be able to approach unarmed then. The knives that Crow grasped on to were carefully tucked back through the slits in his shirt made to hold them. Standing up straight, he crossed his arms and exhaled a quiet sigh from the building tension. He knew that they would be startled by him showing up out of absolutely nowhere, but this was a chance he was willing to risk. He took a few steps forward to reveal himself in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. The light from the small fire caused shadows to dance along his figure. He was dressed in all black and that made his appearance all the more intimidating. Maybe he was going about this all wrong? It didn't occur to Crow that his mask was still wrapped around his face. For all the planning he had done, that minor detail managed to slip by. He wasn't looking forward to the reaction he was about to entice. Well, there was no turning back now. Vergil spoke up just enough to be heard. His voice was hard but hushed. "It's hard to believe that anyone could have survived the outbreak."
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 11:04 pm
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“ нσω dσ уσυ єxpєcт тσ survivє ιғ ωє'rє αlωαys αт єαcн σтнєrs тнrσαтs? ”
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It was getting colder, and no matter how hard she tried Zoey just couldn't get herself warm enough. The fire wasn't providing much heat, with it being so low, it was more there for light. Normally she would have stripped down to her bare skin, finding it to be more comfortable to sleep in than these clothes, but since the outbreak it would be foolish to not be prepared if something where to happen. Tonight she was very tempted to do that, partly because she wanted to warm up, but mostly because she hated pants. Typically she would wear a dress, but that proved to difficult to run in if she had to book it. Plus, it continuously caught on branches and ripped, and by the time she got to this house she barley had enough dress to cover her a**. Signing lightly the dread-locked hair girl attempted to curl tighter into the blankets, only to get herself more tangled than she already was. Looking to the fire Finch debated if she should get up and shift the logs in the fire, since they weren't doing any good where they were.
An attempt was made, but as as soon as a the cool air touched any part of her skin she quickly retracted into the warmth of the blankets, deciding to let the fire die down on its own. Looking to the window she tried to listen for any sounds outside, but was only met with the deafening silence she had become used to. Even though she spent all her time in the woods, she was beginning to find herself lonely. Not having to see anyone for some time she was starting to feel like she could be the last person on Earth, which would just be ridiculous. Why would a flower child be the last person alive? The thought caused her to giggle slightly, bunching the blankets up around her mouth trying to stifle them. After he slight fit was over she exhaled softly, over come with sadness again. More than once would the thought of her parents cross her mind, but she quickly pushed it away, still angry at them for throwing her out at such a young age. The only thing she kept near and dear to her were the ring and necklace her mother gave her the day of her departure.
Absent minded she played with the rough stone between her fingers, humming a tune to herself that her mother sang to her when she was ill. Finch's mind was in her history that she didn't even notice the presence in the door way, that was until they spoke. Nearly ripping the necklace off she jumped in her place. It hit her that there was someone else in the house, one she didn't know about, but for how long? Attempting her hardest she tried to pull her arms free, to locate the machete, but failed to do so in a timely manner. It took her a minute to realize that if he had intended to hurt her he would have done it without making a sound. After all, he made it to the doorway with out her noticing, so there was really no saying what he could do. For the longest time she simply sat there, trying to make sure she wasn't hallucinating, imagine there was actually someone else alive to fix her loneliness. He was no hallucination, he was really there, and that meant Zoey wasn't the last survivor on Earth.
Bunching the blankets up around her chest she didn't know what to do, only laugh. Not only was she laughing, she started to cry, something she didn't expect to ever do again. Burying her face in the blankets that surrounded her the laughter turned into sobs, but quickly ended after a minute. Raising her head Finch looked once more to make sure he was still there. He was. Smiling she laughed again, this time no tears followed. "It looks like at least two people survived it." Looking down at the bunched up blanket she wanted to get up, but for some reason her feet and legs wouldn't obey, so she stayed put. Finally the question that should have been the first thing to come to mind finally came to him. Quickly looking up, concern spread across her face. "How did you get in here? The only entrance or exit is the cellar and that door is blocked off."
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 1:37 pm
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“ ι'ℓℓ вє ғιиє. Ɉuѕт ℓєт мє gєт α вєттєя vιєw. ”
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The way that the girl had clearly jumped out of her skin had almost startled Vergil. He wasn't used to seeing sudden movements in a world that had become so dead. At the same time, it almost made him smile behind the veil of his mask. She had become somewhat hysterical. It was like she was unsure of how or what to feel about his presence. She struggled to get out of the confines of her blanket as she failed at reaching out to her only visible weapon. If he were one of those creatures, what would have happened to her? With something the brunette may have considered to be a flop, she had given up on her attempts and huddled the material closer to her for comfort. It was rather peculiar, but she was laughing. The giggle fit had slowly transitioned like a being influenced by the moon and tears had streamed from her fragile-looking eyes. This poor woman was overwhelmed by his company. If he were any other person with altered intentions, she'd be screwed. It was almost... pitiful.
Vergil held back and refrained from saying anything. There wasn't much for him to comment on whether he wanted to or not anyway. All he could do was stare at her in awe. Her matted hair pressed against her face as the tears fell like rain. His own expression, however, was hidden behind his only safety. His black attire managed to shade him well with the enveloping darkness. Were it not for the fire's light, who knows how much of him she'd see. Vergil lifted one of his hands from across his chest and up passed his forehead, fixing his bangs so that the both of them could see one another a little better. It was his way of opening out to her and giving off a bit of comfort. If he wasn't hiding, there was nothing for her to fear. "It looks like at least two people survived it." The sadness she felt was being uplifted by something new. Crow picked up on it little by little as she moved her eyes from him down to her blanket in which she clutched with a firm grasp. Yeah... At least two... It was still registering in his mind that he wasn't alone. It wasn't in a bad way like it had been so many times before. He wasn't risking his life and walking among "them" in order to get to his destination quicker. He was with another human being. Not a monster, but someone real. If it wasn't for the fact that he had almost lost hope of ever seeing anyone else again, he would have sought it out to be a bit more believable right from the get-go. There was a smile on her face now. It didn't last, but it was there. Crow couldn't help but wonder what was on her mind at this time. He'd never ask her, but it interested him to understand what she must have been going through up until now. She was on the path of disorientation. If she were a rather social girl before all of this happened, the everyday silence must be killing her.
Both survivors kept attention to the other as the room stood still for only a moment. Before long, the question was finally surfaced. She came off as somewhat fearful, surprised even, about how he had managed to break into the house after she had sealed off the only way in. If he were the sarcastic, joking type, he'd probably go off to say that it was magic or that he phased through the walls or something. But there wasn't any reason to be snippy or rude. Besides, Vergil was much too serious to even really consider much of any of those as actual options. With his response, he unfolded his arms and took a step or two closer. His tone remained calm and subtle so as not to make it seem like he had a change of plan. "I was in the attic for most of the day. I came across this place earlier in the day." His hands hesitated for a moment. He wasn't quite sure if he was willing to undo his mask and let her see the rest of his face just yet. Crow decided, instead, to keep things going and stall. "I heard you barricading the basement door not too long ago and stayed put until I felt safe enough to come down."
The light from the flames had seemingly dwindled for a moment. There wasn't really any tension but something within the darkly dressed man gave off a nervous vibe. He wasn't sure how to react to it, or what else to really say, but felt that something else should be said. Taking a quick scan of the room, he remembered there being a box beside the fireplace. Vergil had only taken his eyes off of her for a moment as he breached the wooden box and pulled out what was inside. It was a blanket chest and there were two other blankets in there. Judging by that, he felt that whoever lived here liked the comfort of this room and sitting by the fire to relax. Or maybe they preferred sleeping on the couch. The brunette didn't want to take any chances. That light had to be put out. It seemed too good to be true for there not to be any cracks in the barricades. If the light from the fire had caused any attention, as small of a flame as it was, "they" would find it. It was like a sixth sense to "them" or something. He had learned from his travels that their bane was sunlight, not light in general. The material grazed the exposed skin of his hand as he looked down at the quilt, feeling that if she was already wrapped up she was wanting to settle here for the night. "Here..." Vergil held out his hand to present her another source of warmth. He was planning to stay here and rest for the night anyway. He had been traveling nonstop for the past two days. It was time to catch up on some much needed sleep. Not waiting for a response, his shadowed figure had hovered past the candle to extinguish its source of comfort and then towards the window. He looked out between the cracks from the wooden planks that bared the door shut. The moonlight shined a bright and eerie glow, but it made it possible to view anything that moved. Periodically he would check and listen. Being sleepy was no excuse for being careless. Vergil leaned against the wall, his arms crossing again as he made sure not to accidentally poke himself with the knives that covered his clothes. His gaze had remained straight forward but his focus was still on the young woman on the couch. He couldn't trust her. Not yet. Perhaps he never would. Who knows how much longer she'd last anyway. She looked much too frail to be doing any of this alone.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 12:07 am
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“ нσω dσ уσυ єxpєcт тσ survivє ιғ ωє'rє αlωαys αт єαcн σтнєrs тнrσαтs? ”
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The surreal feeling was still there, the fact there was actually another living human in front of her. It was like this was some kind of wonderful dream that could turn into a nightmare real quick. Zoey told herself to be cautious of the male, but that voice was so far in her mind that it was hardly a whisper. When the male slowly brought up his hand she flinched at first, wondering if he was grabbing a weapon, only to see that he was moving the hair out of his eyes, which she could see much better now. She wasn't sure what the gesture meant, but she liked it, liked that she could see into his eyes better. Her mother always told her a person's eyes was a window into their soul, and for some reason she felt if he could see his eyes clearly she could tell if there was any malicious intent. There was none at all. When he answered her question about how he got into the attic she couldn't help but sigh at her stupidity. Of course that's how he got int, she wasn't in the house for most of the day. There was no other obvious way to get in.
When the black cladded stranger mentioned her pounding she couldn't help but lower her head, cursing at herself quietly. Had she been that loud to draw him all the way from the attic? Lucky for her no others heard, at least none that she knew of. Nervously she looked to the window, then to the fire, finally back to the man, wondering what he was thinking right now. Had he encountered any other survivors and lost them to those creatures, or was she the first? When he moved she froze, wondering what he was doing, only to see he was grabbing a blanking out of the chest next to the fireplace, causing her to relax a bit. When he pulled the remaining blankets out she was surprised he had offered her one, since she already had so many. Before he changed his mind Finch wormed her way out of the cocoon of blankets grabbing the one he offered. "Thank you... She was cut short when he extinguished the fire, moving to the windows.
As soon as the flames went out her heart sank, suddenly feeling scared an lost. The fire provided little warmth, but that wasn't the reason it was there. The reason she had the fire going was to feel safe in the light, even though she knew they could find her with it. Looking at the blanket the stranger had offered she looked to him as he settled against the wall, focusing on her. Tossing the blanket towards him she smiled lightly. "It tends to get a little cold at night, you may need that more than I do. I have ways of keeping warm." Even though she said that, part of her figured he had ways too. After all, he must have actually been outside in the world beyond this house, able to survive whatever was out there. He was like a savior, she knew she couldn't stay in this house forever, the food supply in the woods would eventually run low. Her only concern was would he allow her to tag along as a companion or make her stay behind because she seemed weak and useless?
Looking back to the brown haired male she continued to watch him the way he watched her. After a few moments she freed half of her body from the blankets, pulling her pack to her. She tried to do it slow to indicate she wasn't doing anything threatening, but if he got defensive she wouldn't blame him. After digging in the pack for a few moments she pulled out a plastic bag filled with berries, and another with dried meat. Turning to the male she held them out to her. "Here. I don't know if you've had anything to eat but the berries are fresh and the meat is rabbit. Take it." Not really waiting for him to take the bags she tossed it to him, basically forcing him to take it. Finch watched him closely still, curious if he would take off his mask, he had to if he was going to eat the food. That was the only way. Smiling brightly she closed her pack, making herself comfortable in the blanket nest again. "My names Z...Finch. My names Finch. What's yours?" For some reason she didn't think she should tell him her actual name, she didn't know why. It's not like there was anything to loose by telling him, but for some reason she just couldn't bring herself to say Zoey. Maybe it was because it had been so long since someone had actually called her by her birth name, or maybe it was just because she felt in this new world it didn't matter. Whatever the case she kept the friendly smile on her face as she watched him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 4:00 am
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“ ι'ℓℓ вє ғιиє. Ɉuѕт ℓєт мє gєт α вєттєя vιєw. ”
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The way that the young woman on the couch had flinched had vaguely echoed in Vergil's head. It was somewhat odd to him that she was somewhat accepting of him despite fearing what he may or may not do. What kind of thought process was that? The time he had spent next to the window was taken as a moment to read between the lines. He was over-analyzing, as always, but he couldn't help it. The dark strands of brown had cascaded over his eyes again and once more he reached a pale-skinned hand up to shift it away from his view. Crow was studying the other survivor, trying to get a good idea of how her behavior matched her personality. The sigh she had drawn out had given him ideas, but no conclusive results. Judging solely on what has happened thus far, she wasn't very sure of herself. Maybe not to the point of her being in the clouds, but who knows. Her timid, submissive body language was another shot in the dark. Was that always how she acted? Was she intentionally being defensive just because of the setting? Who knows what her intentions were or where she was heading. Just as much as she couldn't trust him, he couldn't trust her. It'll be best to keep my distance. That was his train of thought from the get-go, but now that Crow had actually met someone face to face the idea was amplified. She hadn't given him a reason yet to disapprove of her, but it's better to be safe than dead.
One thing was for certain. Despite the subtly of disapproving of her own "stupidity", she was at least polite. It gave the darkly dressed male some sense of light, a bit of faith for things to come. As Vergil handed her another blanket, she had given him her gratitude. She already had a few blankets, but another couldn't have hurt. She was cold, wasn't she? Overdoing it could be a problem if something were to happen, but that's why he was there he guessed. Call it whatever, fate was watching over them that night. When the light of the candle had faded into the darkness, though, there was a whole new series of expressions flooding the poor girl's eyes. She looked frightened, uncertain, not yet panicking but it was as if things had become urgently wrong. Maybe it was just in Vergil's head, but it sort of came off to him that she was trying to hide whatever was on her mind with a smile. To compensate with that, she had thrown one of the blankets she was holding on to in his general direction. "It tends to get a little cold at night, you may need that more than I do." At first, the man was hesitant. His eyes trailed from her to the blanket on the floor and then back. Was it necessary? He was on guard duty, wasn't he? At least that was what was convinced of him. Having a blanket over him would restrict his movement. Sure it had been getting a little colder, but the weather down south was nothing compared to how chilly things could get further north. In fact, Crow was starting to miss those crisp temperatures. That was one of the reasons he was heading in that direction. Not so much because he missed it, but because of the climate.
After a moment, he had reached down and picked up the material. It was really soft to the touch, getting warmer by the second as his rough palm took hold of it. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad of an idea. Vergil had slowly lifted it over his shoulders, the clashing green of the cloth clashing against his dark clothes. "I appreciate it..." It was a simple gesture, but it was true. It was a welcomed sign of care and he admitted to himself that there was a sense of comfort. But that didn't change the fact that this could've been some sort of setup. What if she wanted him to get comfortable? This woman certainly didn't come off as threatening. In fact, she seemed sort of distraught by the whole scenario. Almost as if things hadn't been working in her favor recently. Whatever the case, they had met here this evening for a reason... right?
Crow took careful notice as to how she unveiled herself from underneath her cocoon of blankets. His gaze did not waiver and he kept a close watch on what she was doing like a bird watched its prey. The only difference being, of course, there wasn't any hostility coming from his end. She reached for her pack and fiddled around inside to look for something. The rustling of the items inside made it feel like a guessing game. The brunette couldn't help but wonder what could've been in that bag. Supplies, personal belongings, maybe another light source. Or a concealed weapon. All of the above was proven false as her hand pulled out some plastic bags. From where he stood, Vergil couldn't make out what was in either of them. That problem fixed itself as she threw them over, explaining herself as he now got a better look. "Here. I don't know if you've had anything to eat but the berries are fresh and the meat is rabbit." This was... a little confusing. She was giving a complete stranger her previsions so effortlessly. Did she have more for herself? Was this all she had? Why was she being kind to him? He hadn't done anything for her. What was her obligation? "Take it." There wasn't an easy way for Crow to go about it. She was trying to be nice... but why?
Once again, he had cautiously moved himself away from the wall to better examine the food she had just tossed in his general direction. The bags were in his grasp now, held up in front of his face. These berried looked like they were picked just this morning, the colors were vibrant and they were plentiful. The meat, too, came off as rather appetizing. There was enough to last him a day or two of picking depending. The only thing Crow had to eat that day was... well, nothing actually. Today was a day he had gone without eating. This here was a saving grace and it felt really good to have a meal. His dimly-lit irises peered back at her as the bag of berries was unzipped. The least he could do was share. "You don't want any?" She must be a little hungry. How far could she have traveled today? Vergil reached his free hand behind his head, timidly pulling down the zipper on the back of his face mask. It wasn't undone completely, just enough to loosen its grip so he could move it around his neck. And that was just what he did.
Now clearly visible was the entirety of his face. It didn't feel so bad to be exposed, but he was so used to wearing that thing that it had become strange to take it off even for a period of time like this. Vergil's expression was rather serious. He wasn't smiling, frowning, coming off as angry or depressed. If there was something to describe it, it would probably be "content". Yeah, that was it. He was just relaxed and at ease. With a berry between his fingertips, there was a further scene of examination. The food was brought to his nose to smell it before popping it into his mouth and chewing cautiously. If it was poison, he already made the mistake of being so willing to eat. But the taste was sure deceiving enough. It tasted downright delicious. Sweet. Crow wanted more. He was sure to savor each and every bit of this. If he ate too fast, there wouldn't be any satisfaction and he'd just be hungry again soon. He caught on to her smile as she gleamed brightly at him. She snuggled back under her blankets, retreating into the warmth, before continuing with the small talk they had been firing back and fourth at each other. "My name's Z..." She caught her breath and held her tongue briefly. The famished man didn't entirely recognize this and instead thought she was trying to remember her name. With all the excitement of this plausible apocalypse, hell he might've forgotten his name too if he didn't know any better.
"Finch. My name's Finch." Well now. That was a rather peculiar name. Because she was concealed under blankets this entire time, that and the fact they had just met, there wasn't any rhyme or reason to why she was given such a name. It wasn't her real name, obviously, but he couldn't help but wonder what had brought Finch to take that name. Swallowing the berry in his mouth, Vergil gave a humble but somewhat blunt response. "Interesting name you've got there... 'Finch'." It was almost like he was trying it on for size. Now that he took better understanding of it all, it sort of made him smile himself. The both of them had taken the name of a bird. It was only appropriate that she, in turn, asked for his name. Purposely keeping her waiting, he had sneaked in another berry as the last word came out of her mouth. Wanting to be respectful still, the dark brown hair was given a soft shake as he flicked his head to the side. A quick and easy way to fix his hair. Swallowing again, Finch's request was fulfilled. "Call me Crow." Appropriate, sure, but it was something he had decided he liked before dressing like this. Hopefully she wouldn't question why he had decided on such a name. He'd just let it be at "it sounded cool" if such was brought up.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 1:36 am
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“ нσω dσ уσυ єxpєcт тσ survivє ιғ ωє'rє αlωαys αт єαcн σтнєrs тнrσαтs? ”
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It was obvious he was watching her, judging her to make sure she wasn't a threat, and Zoey didn't blame him. She knew she shouldn't be so trusting to a complete stranger, but she couldn't bring herself to be that much on edge. It had been so long since she had seen another human that to act cold and cautious around them would just seem rude and likely to distance them. When she went to hand him the blanket she could see the hesitance in taking it, something that confused her. All she was doing was offering him warmth, yet he acted like it was something of an inconvenience. If she was a petty person she would have taken the blanket back in a heart beat, but that thought never even crossed her mind. Curious to what he was thinking about the situation she tried to judge his features, getting very little out of it because of the mask he wore. So focused on trying to read his features Finch almost jumped as he grabbed the blanket, forgetting she was offering it to him. As he slipped the blanket one, giving his appreciation, she smiled brightly, simply nodding, as if saying it was nothing. It was obvious he still didn't trust her, just by the way he took the blanket she could tell. If she was going to get him to trust her, maybe even become her companion she would have to prove to him she meant no threat, and had no interest in hurting anyone.
Once she had tossed the black clothed stranger the bags she watched him examine the content. All the while he looked at what was in the bags she had a smile plastered on her face, just happy to have some actual company, someone to talk to. Even though he didn't seem much like the talking type. It caught her a little off guard when he offered some of the food, to which she only smiled, shaking her head. "No, thank you. I had plenty to eat shortly before...well before you came down stairs." It was the truth, she did eat before she made herself comfortable, it would be gluttonous to eat more than she needed. Almost as soon as she finished speaking Finch moved a bit in her seat, watching as the stranger finally revealing his face that was beneath the mask. She couldn't see it that clear, but still enough to notice he was rather handsome, with a strong jaw, something that she had always liked in a guy, that drew her attention. As he examined the berries she found herself staring at his face, noting his serious expression. The look on his face and the close examinations of the berries made her want to laugh a little, thinking it funny to look so serious while eating something like that.
After introducing herself Finch continued to watch the man, for some reason finding herself enjoying watching him eat the berries. When he spoke again she couldn't help but laugh softly. "It's been so long since I've heard my name it felt weird trying to say it again." It was only a half truth. It did feel weird to want to say Zoey, but on the other hand she wasn't ready to give a compete stranger her real name. Not just yet anyways. She leaned over a bit as he smiled, just a little, taking his in features even better. Silently in her head she cursed the lack of light, but knew fully well why he did it, it would just take some getting used to is all. As he popped another berry in his mouth she sat up slightly, adjusting herself in her cocoon of blankets, waiting for his response. He didn't keep her waiting as he finally gave her his name. Crow. Not being able to keep the grin off her face she laughed a little. "Crow? That sounds just as interesting as Finch does, don't you think?" The question was asked in a playful, mocking tone, just feeling the need to lighten up the mood in her just a bit.
For some reason Finch laughed again, she didn't know why. Perhaps it was because they both chose to go by names of birds, or that she was still trying to believe there was someone else here, someone to actually talk to and interact with. Opening her mouth for a second she closed it right away, deciding not to ask him why he went by Crow. Maybe he picked it for the same reason she picked hers, maybe someone in his youth would call him that like her 'family' would call her Finch. Right now it didn't seem like a good time to ask, after all, they had just met and he was eating. Moving to a more comfortable position she sat up straighter, bringing her knees to her chest as she continued to watch Crow, hoping he was liking the food. "You can eat all of it, if you want. There's plenty more berries where those came from and I can always catch more rabbit." True, she could catch more rabbit, but she didn't like killing and skinning them. She knew it was a necessity to survive, but it still made her horribly sad doing it. Looking to her bag she closed it up, making sure if it fell over nothing would fall out, even though she had very little in there that would be a concern if it fell out.
Slowly, unaware, Finch's eyes started to shut. Hearing the wind outside she jumped, realizing she would normally fall asleep right after night fall. This was the first time in a long time that she had been awake this late, something that almost seemed childish. Hearing the wind get more violent she couldn't help but feel more nervous, wondering if those things could actually be out there tonight. Biting her lip she looked over to Crow, wondering if the wind and the darkness bothered him at all. Standing up she moved the blankets around her, adjusting them enough to allow her to walk. Bending down she picked up her machete and bag with one hand, moving closer to the the dark cladded man on the floor next to the wall. Sitting down a few feet from him she made her blanket next again. Once she was all settling in, machete in place that it could easily be grabbed she looked over to him, a bit of worry in her eyes. "I hope you don't mind. I'm not used to sleeping in the dark. It makes me feel alone." It was a sad excuse, she knew that, but it was true. Ever since the outbreak the darkness scared her more than being alone, and if she had to be in the dark, she was going to take advantage of the company she had.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 4:01 am
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“ ι'ℓℓ вє ғιиє. Ɉuѕт ℓєт мє gєт α вєттєя vιєw. ”
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If it was one thing that couldn't escape the shadowed man's attention, it was how Finch kept her eyes on him just as much as he did to her. Stranger still, there was a smile seemingly permanent on her face. He couldn't quite understand why she seemed so happy. Not at first thought anyway. At first, Vergil started to take it the wrong way. His mind was somewhat warping to think that the food she had given him was ill-prepared or laced with some sort of drug or poison. If that was the case, she did a darn good job of hiding that flavor. These berries were absolutely sweet and he could sense that right down to the taste bud. So... maybe it wasn't so bad. Deciding to save more of these for later, the bag holding the food was closed as his hands slouched to his sides. With a sigh, Crow took this as a sign to lighten up a bit. He had been tense and on edge regularly since everything turned to hell. It was difficult for him to let his guard down for anyone. A threat could reside anywhere, as anyone or anything. There was no taking chances, not that he could see. And yet this whole situation puzzled him. She was giving him a chance despite any fear or worry. That in mind, Crow wasn't sure whether she was naive, lonely, careless, needy, or all of the above. If she had met anyone else before him, would she have given them the same chance? Finch would end up dead that way.
The whole idea bounced around in his mind as the mood in the room started to settle further. For a moment, she was wrapped up comfortably on the couch. At least she came off as comfortable for a bit. With his mind in a different location, it wasn't too apparent to the brunette that his acquaintance wasn't all that thrilled of the darkness he had enveloped them in. That was another habit of his. The less he was seen, the better off he felt. In darkness he could hide. It was life-risking, but he had managed up to this point and traveled a lot farther than he would have if he just stuck to day movement. But his escape could be considered any others' bane. It wouldn't surprise Vergil at all if the fear of being attacked at night kept this girl indoors for safety. Who knows what struggles she faced getting here.
Subconsciously, despite his momentary attempt to relax, tension was lingering. His mind was still overworking and there wasn't any sense to rest. Another breath left his lungs, his body shifting under the material of the blanket that was wrapped around his shoulders. There was only himself to blame. The last time he had properly slept was almost unthinkable by this point. And even in the presence of another admittedly nonthreatening human being there wasn't enough of a reason for him to lower his defenses. Vergil was alert for multiple reasons, but even he knew that it was starting to become too much. Tonight was supposed to be his night alone, his usual quiet time to himself where he could catch up on sleep and try again to lick the wounds inside him. But now he had someone watching. There was someone here to study him, judge him, maybe even slow him down. But was she really as bad as he was making her out to be? Going off of her shot at lightening the mood by poking a playful chirp about their names, no she wasn't. In fact, hearing that was sort of like a breath of fresh air. Someone with a sense of humor. Finch was shy about it, but the way she worked around her approach was indeed welcomed.
The way she laughed here and there was helping Vergil back to the reality he had started to leave behind. It was quite the paradox. Her methods and that unsure expression at first made him believe she was timid. And perhaps she still was. But for someone who was fearful of what was going on, she was pretty damn brave to face it this way. For all she knew, he was as intimidating as he let himself off to be. But it didn't stop her from trying. Just his luck if he ever tried that with a stranger he'd probably get his head bit off. Figuratively and literally speaking. The tanned female had brought her knees up to her chest, hugging herself under her sheets as she let out something to reassure him. "You can eat all of it, if you want. There's plenty more berries where those came from and I can always catch more rabbit." Did she just give him all her food? Crow didn't know how to respond to that. They had just met and already she had given up something completely without any pressure. Certainly that wasn't how she'd treat anyone out there, right? The thought of her being so willing to give things up for another's survival wasn't nearly as frustrating as it was depressing, but it did concern him a bit. His empty hand reached up and out from the blanket concealing him, tugging a little on the face mask that was down around his neck. "It'd be best to ration this properly. Don't need either of us starving in the process." Yeah, he said "us". It wasn't intentional at first, but it was her food whether she was offering him some or not. He wasn't about to take this from her. Somehow, some way, he wanted to give her a token of thanks. It was the least he could do.
Time was passing ever so slowly, and yet it seemed like forever had gone by despite their back and fourth small talk. Finch was tired and her eyes had begun to collapse like curtains shading out the outside view. Vergil's stare had gone from her back to the barricaded window at that moment. The winds were picking up out there and there were only so many trees to block its oncoming force. It pressed against the house and whispered through the cracks of wood, leaving behind an eerie moan. To him, it wasn't startling or even all that scary. Hell, the wind back home in Maryland could get just as bad some nights if not worse. Those tornado warnings were always a trip to get through. Despite the noise, a soft thud of feet had made itself known. From the corner of his eye, Crow could see his feminine partner shyly approaching him. The series of blankets that wrapped around her body almost reminded him of some kind of gown some princess would wear. Something he'd see in a fantasy book or on TV. They trailed behind her as she picked up her pack and sat down on the floor beside him. The moonlight that seeped through the cracks in the window to his right had glistened upon her, making detail clear as if she were in a multitude of spotlights. Finch didn't like the dark. Surprise surprise. The brunette took note of the worry portrayed in her eyes as they fixated on him. She was looking for a sense of comfort. Perhaps just sitting where she was now would be enough. Crow turned his head away to his earlier position, giving her a somewhat blunt response. "Don't worry about it." was what he managed. To be honest, there wasn't all that much he could think to say. What was she expecting exactly? His back remained firm against the wall behind him, the soft material from the sheet softening the hard wood against his spine like a cushion. It was as comfortable as he was going to get. At least, that's how he figured.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 9:18 pm
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“ нσω dσ уσυ єxpєcт тσ survivє ιғ ωє'rє αlωαys αт єαcн σтнєrs тнrσαтs? ”
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There wasn’t much conversation between the two, and no one could blame them. Suddenly two strangers trapped in a house together for a night, who could take this calmly and go about the situation as if it was nothing strange? Zoey did her best to find the situation normal, somewhat of a blessing, to say the least, just to have another person here with her. Crow was like a savior, someone sent to save her from the brink of insanity that she was beginning to feel from being trapped up here all alone. It never would have bothered her before, but the fact that there was little to no chance to ever meet someone else again, even say a friendly hello to, was something that was starting to drive her insane. The past few days she had spent hours standing on the edge of the woods, listening, watching, for any sign of human life, only to be met with nothing but deafening silence. Even slower the acceptance that she was the last person was sinking in, making her wonder how she would handle the rest of her life without contact from another person. This is why she was so open to Crow being there, willing to share her food with him and even doing what she could to brighten the mood. It was clear this stranger was constantly on guard and she was fine with that, if she had any ill intent in her mind his guard would bother her, but in fact it comforts her. Just knowing that she was just in the company of someone that wouldn’t be like her and do something stupid or reckless, even if it was just for a night, was more comfort than she could have hoped for.
The smile slipped from her face for a second as Finch pursed her lips in thought, but that didn’t last long. When Crow spoke she flinched, still getting used to the sound of other people’s voices. Again she pursed her lips as he spoke, slowly nodding in agreement. True, it would be best to ration their food but there was no point in rationing something that would go bad in a couple of days. The meat always lasted longer than the berries, so she didn’t have to get as much day-by-day. Typically she would go out every other day for the berries and once a week for a rabbit. She planned to go hunting the next day, what she gave Crow was her breakfast but she had no problem sharing. She could easily go one day without breakfast, though it would slow her down a bit. It took her a moment realize he said ‘us’ causing her to smirk slightly, playfully. Was this a sign of him telling her she could stay with him and travel? The man didn’t know of her need of having someone with her while she traveled, not yet anyways. In time, perhaps tomorrow during the hunt, she would tell him and ask to go along. Maybe she’d even be able to explain how useful she would be to him and would promise not to slow him down, cause any trouble, and to listen to everything he’d say. Right now was not the time to talk about those things, though, since it was late and Finch knew sleep was calling her in, pulling her down faster than she could fight it. Laying down, curled up slightly in a ball, a smile spread across her face as Crow spoke.
They were only four words but they were comforting words none-the-less since he was allowing her to do what she must to feel safe. There was still the lingering feeling in the back of her mind telling her to keep distance between them, that there was still a chance he could attack her in her sleep, but her lack of reasoning pushed those thoughts out of her mind. Telling her self if he was going to do anything he would have done it by now since she was clearly no threat. This man, Crow, was obviously someone capable of taking care of himself, and wouldn’t let a girl such as herself get the better of him. He had made it who knows how far on his own, assuming he was on his own. Closing her eyes slowly she wrapped herself in the blanket tighter, keeping one hand on her machete just in case. Not if he attacked, but in case they were found and she needed to act quickly to defend herself. Perhaps if she has to stay here alone she would move to the second floor, in a place where she would be less noticeable in case one of those monsters did find their way in, found their way to the house. Yawning quietly she continued to smile. ”Thank you.” That was all she said before sleep took her over.
TIME SKIP: Next Morning
Stirring in her sleep Zoey didn’t want to wake up, she was too warm and cozy, but knew she had to anyways. Before she even opened her eyes, though, something felt off, different. She wasn’t in her normal spot, and not only that but the hand that usually held the machete was now filled with a large amount of blanket, something she had never done before. Slowly opening her eyes she looked to where her hand was, noticing the shape of a person, looking up to their face. Suddenly she remembers there was another person alive, someone she had actually met. Crow. Last night all felt like a dream so she wasn’t sure still if he was real. Not even bothering to move and inch she continued to look at him, trying to see if he was awake or sleep, making sure he was actually there. Giving the blanket a light squeeze it confirmed to her that he was, that his arrival wasn’t a wonderful dream, but a wonderful reality. Slowly she let go of the blanket, locating her machete inches from where she was holding onto. Sitting up she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, followed by a large yawn. Stretching Finch looked out the window seeing how light it was outside, which was fairly early in the morning. The sun must have just risen less than an hour ago, maybe 20 minutes ago. This was a typical time for her to wake up, so she didn’t find it strange at all.
Again she yawned, this time straightening herself up a bit more looking over to Crow once again. It was hard for her to tell if he was asleep because of the hair in his eyes. If he was asleep she wasn’t going to bother waking him up, since he would probably need the rest more than she did since she had been getting a full night sleep for some time now. Standing up she unwrapped herself from the tangled mess of blankets, this time fully revealing her outfit, something she wasn’t pleased with having to wear but knew it was a better choice than her original attire. Now standing up fully she stretched again, this time cracking her back and neck as she did so. Doing a few stretches, ones she normally did every morning since the hardwood floor usually killed her back, she walked to where she normally slept putting her boots on. Once they were one she made her way back to Crow, studying him quietly. She really wondered if she should see if he was awake, but he seemed the type to sleep with a knife in hand and stab anyone that tried to wake him, though she didn’t know why she got the impression off him. For some reason the thought made her laugh, even though she would be the potential stabbing victim. After calming her little giggle fit she took a deep breathe then leaned closer to Crow, getting oddly close to his face. ”Crow, are you awake? It’s morning and I’m getting ready to go out in hunt. Do you want to come with?” She had no idea if he would be interested, but felt it was rude not to invite him.
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