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frayedflower rolled 1 100-sided dice:
70
Total: 70 (1-100)
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 Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 6:26 pm
Sam was lost. It was as simple as that. He'd never been so lost before in his life - or so he thought until the next twist came to throw him off. It just didn't stop.
Wandering off hadn't been a good idea, even if he hadn't come far, and he knew that. Maybe he wasn't starving anymore, but he was becoming a 'zombie' in his own right, skin painted pale bar the dark circles that were forming under his usually bright eyes. Even they seemed duller now than they had been. The lack of sleep was hitting him hard.
Or maybe that was just because there was no more light to make his eyes shine. Not since the sky had turned black - when and why, he didn't know. What did he know? Why was any of this happening? When had everything gone so wrong? Had it ever been right to begin with? He didn't know. He didn't know a goddamn thing anymore.
So badly, he needed to laugh. Sam needed to smile, to find something that could shed a little light in this dark world. But there was no place for that now. No room to crack jokes, no heart to try. There were too many dead, too much lost, and too much weight bearing down on his shoulders; guilt, so much guilt. For Evie. For letting down the ragtag group of survivors he'd found himself amongst. For being so incapable of saving the boy whose name he never even knew.
The pink haired boy curled up with his knees tucked against his chest and sucked in a deep breath. He'd go back soon, try and keep going. Even if no one knew where Sue was, even if nothing but more nightmares awaited him there. Maybe Yahya would let him play with Columbus? That thought might have bought a half smile to his face... if he didn't half-think he'd go back only to find himself alone again.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 1:51 pm
Being alone was something Remi was seeing as the norm here. He heard noises here and there, but when he called out, no one came. A few cats had darted here and there, but there was little sign of life. Well, what you could consider life with the undead running about. He guessed it wasn’t that bad. Best represented by the arm he managed to take as a prize, meeting other zombies wasn’t really a good thing. While he hungered for conversation as much as fresh meat, he found it worse now that he managed to fill his stomach. There was no one who answered his questions aside from the girl he met, and they didn’t exchange too many words. She was more confused than he was.
For now, he was dragging the limb he stole from Esen and after taking a few bites off of it, he was now holding it by a exposed bone at the shoulder and using the hand to hit things. Managing to find a charred rock, he was playing golf, passing his time. It was a way to escape it all, and a great distraction. Remi wasn’t off his rocker anymore. He was off the rocker and the front porch all together.
“It’s the 11 hole, and Remington Montgomery sets his eyes on the mark. Will he succeed in taking the Zombie Cup or face another year of shame and damnation. Let’s watch.” Whispering, he adjusted his foot and swung hard, sending the round rock bounding down the hallways.
“It’s good!” The teen’s voice sounded like gravel, and he coughed a few times before heading after his ball. Turning, he noticed his ball rolling into a side room, and followed after, stopping when he saw someone curled inside. Damn. He reached over and pulled out the paring knife that he stabbed into the arm he was carrying.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 12:55 pm
Sam stiffened the second he heard a voice shouting from outside, and he knew in that moment he wasn't alone. Whether it was good or bad, he didn't know - but that voice alone sounded horrible. Like they'd never had a drink in their life. He instantly lunged to grab a hold of the hoe that was lying by his side when he saw the rock go rolling right past him, clinging to it like it was his only saving grace.
That's when he saw him come striding into the room. His vivid eyes widened helplessly as he stared at the boy who should have lived in his stead, his throat heavily marred and an arm dangling from his hand. The pink haired boy scrambled awkwardly, pressing himself further up against the wall. "Y-you're -- " was all he could stammer out, staring the zombie in the eyes for the first time since he'd left him to die. Whether it had been his choice or not. That face that had haunted with every waking and sleeping moment, now tinted green with death.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 2:24 pm
Remi stopped dead in his tracks as he appeared, looking for his ball and finding a pink-haired boy there instead. A very familiar pink-haired boy that he hadn’t seen since he die. To see him living told Remi that he lived, which made him glad. The boy had managed to get away from the girl, but then his expression turned sour. The boy managed to escape because he was the distraction. Remi was the meal that allowed Sam to run off. The boy hadn’t come back with a rock or a stick to beat off the girl, but ran off. Here they were supposed to be a team, and here Sam was alive and Remi was dead.
He really didn’t know what to feel, as he was glad someone died but didn’t like being the one that had to be dead. He was a zombie, a bored one, and was dragging around a arm. It wasn’t the best light he wanted to be seen in, especially by a person who knew him before he was made into a killer, and he felt he betrayed the person he once was. Remi had died to save a girl, and now he had a girl’s arm that he was using as a gold club and a meal for later. This wasn’t how things were suppose to be.
Sam looked afraid, and he wondered if it was because of him being a zombie, the arm he was holding, or because his eyes flickered with a flash of hunger. Remi just ate, but even he couldn’t deny that Sam looked like a juicy steak.
He fought the impulse to lung back and swallowed hard.
“- Dead? Yeah, getting eaten alive does that to a guy. I thought you’d remember that much. YOU on the other hand seem to be very alive. Not even a scratch from what I can see. I guess I made a pretty good distraction.” His tone was flat, even harsher now due to his torn throat, but the bitterness was there. It was one thing to be alive, but not even a severe limp or festering wound? That just seemed wrong to him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 5:26 pm
It wasn't completely true. Sam was still covered in tiny cuts from the glass from when the girl had flung him bodily out the window. But it wasn't anything he hadn't been able to walk away from. It wasn't a missing leg or a torn throat, that was for damn sure. He swallowed hard, holding on tight to his one simple weapon. He cringed at the boy's words, more of a punch in the gut than a tackle would have been. It would have been better if the zombies were like they were in the movies. Slow-moving, just moaning about brains and oozing syurpy blood wherever they went. But no. Their zombies were worse. He couldn't remember anything he'd seen where the zombies stayed the same after they died. Maybe they turned green, maybe they were messed up. But they retained thoughts, memories, all of it. He wished he'd never learned the difference.
"I'm sorry, " he started, and he meant it, from the deepest depths of his being. It didn't make him feel any better to say it, and it didn't change a damned thing. The boy was still dead, Sam was still alive. Words weren't going to change it. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to -- she was going to -- " He fished the mirror out of his pants, the burden he'd carried ever since. "That girl, she was going after me. But this saved me." In other words, his giving Sam the mirror was what had saved him. He not only let the boy down; he owed him a debt. The words were coming in a rush now as he went on, "She pushed me out of the window instead, and so I ran to try and find help or something, and then everything was like this, and... by the time I... "
He trailed off, almost helplessly. It all sounded so weak out loud, especially when he knew he was skimming over the facts. That he'd run because he'd thought the boy was a goner. The long time he'd spent huddled in the bushes instead of ever going back. A liar until the end, that's what he was. The real truth in it all was: "The mirror should have been yours."
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:17 pm
Remi looked about, feeling awkward about the entire thing. While he wanted to throw an tantrum, he could tell Sam felt bad. Any desire to be shout and yell was trinkling out of him, rage dropping to a low level of sass an general annoyance at being dead. If Sam had felt entitled to live or had given him any lip, he could have shouted and kicked, but the boy looked just as miserable as he was.
From looking around the room, he could tell that staying by yourself in a room usually didn’t mean you were having a grand old time.
“No..I gave you the mirror. I didn’t even give you a chance. I basically went with a plan and ran with it. I got my own sorry a** torn to bits. It’s not like we knew the girl was more of a raving lunatic as we predicted. Well, I didn’t anyways. I should have paid more attention to that stupid riddle.” He looked at himself, turning over his green hand to inspect his skin and what he now was. “At least one of us got out alive, and at least I’m moving around.”
He tapped the torn hand he took with him against his leg, looking down before looking at Sam. “Um…zombie. Promise it’s not a fresh person. Can’t kill what’s dead, ya know?”
There was a moment of silence as Remi rubbed his throat, before looking back. “I never got your name. We really didn’t have any time to introduce ourselves. Name’s Remi. I don’t think I had you in any of my classes.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:40 pm
Sam wished he could have taken some kind of comfort out of that. It should have been a weight off his shoulders. But it didn't change the facts. He was alive, this boy wasn't. "I should have too, " he murmured, looking down now as he shook his head. "If I could just go back... " He'd replayed the whole scene in his head a thousand times by now. It would have been so simple to escape without the girl if they'd only known. Or if he'd taken the vial like he'd wanted to and left the other boy with the mirror in their half-assed plan. But none of that would do them any good now. There was no going back, for any of them.
He couldn't help it; he smiled slightly at the boy's explanation of the arm he was toting around. Less because of what he said and more because of just how damn ludicrous this situation had become. It wasn't a sweet one, it was bitter, tainted with all he'd seen and experienced in such short a time. "Right. Must be a real handy food source, huh?" The pun was completely intentional. If he could do that, it was one small sign he hadn't completely cracked yet.
"Remi... " Sam looked down again, sorting the name off to memory. How sad was it that something so small was such a relief, and yet such a burden? He'd driven himself insane for days knowing he'd never gotten the boy's name. Now he had a name, at last, to go with the fact that haunted his nightmares. It was a name he'd never forget, and he wasn't sure if it was for the better or worse that he'd had his chance to find out. "No... we didn't." He looked back up again, towards him. "My name's Sam, and you're right. We didn't. I've seen you though." Or just heard of him. He couldn't remember which. Did it even matter now? "You... used to write, didn't you?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 7:50 pm
Pun or not, Remi laughed. It wasn’t hard to get him smiling, and with the week he had been having, the boy was more ready to have a good chuckle. Maybe it was all the trauma, but he was even more liable to laugh these days. Huming, making jokes to himself, anything to make him crack a smile for a few seconds. He guessed he got a little peculiar in the process, but it wasn’t like he could be normal anyway. At least he wasn’t dancing down the hallways to the tune of Thriller yet, though he always got tempted when he was walking alone.
The laughing tore at his throat and he curled in, hacking hard and feeling something push up his throat. Starting to choke, he leaned on the doorframe and pounded his chest with his throat.
A hard, black mass fell out of his throat and onto the floor with a sick ‘splat’.
Remi blinked a few moments, looking at the black, wet thing and then at Sam. “Well that’s not good.” Reaching down, he picked it back up. “I hope that’s not something important.” Worried, he looked back at Sam. Talk about embarrassing! How was he suppose to get this back in?
“Uh…” Holding it, he went back to talking. “So yeah. I was a writer. Not anymore, considering. Then again, I could write a really good zombie story now. How have you been holding up?” Not falling apart like he was, right? “I haven’t learned much about what happened since we got here. You?”
Remi could tell that Sam was feeling terrible, but sitting here moping with him wasn’t going to help anyone. Remi was dead. Sam wasn’t. Nothing they could do to fix that. Remi already tried thinking of ways and didn’t come up with any way around it. Dead was dead. If he had bright ideas before to keep him from dying, they were no use to him now.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 8:35 pm
Sam actually smiled when he realized he'd gotten Remi laughing. Maybe it was a horrible, painful sounding, choking laugh - but jokes were better when there was someone to laugh along with them. At least, that's what he thought at first.
His eyes widened, smile fading as the boy doubled over and began hacking. Laughing might not have been such a good idea after all? "Uh, are you -- " He almost asked if Remi was okay. But when he thought about it, asking a dead guy if he was okay seemed like kind of a moot point. If it was possible, his eyes went even wider when he hacked up that - whatever that was. Oh hell.
When Remi spoke up, he wasn't sure what to feel. Nauseated beyond belief to the point of throwing up (how he'd gone this far without doing it, he wished he knew), or disturbingly amused the other boy's subdued reaction to it. It felt like a gag out of a zombie flick or something. In the end, he settled for a sort of nervous chuckle. "Oh ... jeez... I'd hate to think what happens when I crack a good pun." The pink haired boy paused before asking, hesitantly, "Do you... want a baggie for that or something?" In case it was important. He was trying to be helpful, really.
He took a deep breath and steeled himself, planting the wooden end of the hoe down on the floor as he stood up. "It'd probably be a bestseller, " he murmured to himself, shaking his head. "I know the school burned down. Um, most everyone's dead and green. Survivors are going missing or being killed. The sky's turned black. So... yeah. I think we're sort of doomed anyway, " he admitted. It all sounded so mechanical when he said it like that. Like it was a weather forecast instead of their impending doom. "Don't know who's doing this, and why nobody's helping us. Just... yeah. Kinda sucks." Understatement of the century, much?
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 4:49 pm
“A baggie? I think it’s a little past keeping this thing fresh.” Touching it, it looked as if it wasn’t even a organ but something that must had just rotted off. Against keeping it, he leaned back and threw it someplace. There were plenty of cats around here that would find that appealing, or at least a zombie who didn’t have any scruples against floor meat.
Wiping his hands on his pants, he gave a chuckle but made sure not to break into a laugh. There was only so much embarrassment he could handle, and after that first little incident, Sam already looked greener than he did. Better leave the organs inside this time.
“Yeah, huge understatement. Just when you think it can’t get any worse, you find yourself kicking yourself when something else happens. Just rolling with it now. As long as I don’t see that girl or those bats again, I’m good.” He gave a dramatic shiver before looking over at Sam. It concerned him now that humans were being attacked, and that he understood why. Even now he could feel that nagging feeling to go over and start chewing on the boy, which made him uncomfortable on many levels.
“You should watch yourself. You know. Zombies eat anything. Don’t…don’t make escaping pointless. If I find you turned green in a few days, I swear I’m going to rip off your arm. Got that?” It came off as a joke, but he was being serious. It was one thing for him to be a zombie, but to have Sam escape and then come out as a zombie, THAT would really make Remi’s death turn out to be worth nothing in the end.
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