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 Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 11:30 am
Garath nodded. "Sure. I'll be ready to help with any injuries. But I have one small request if you see a first aid book or medical suplies if you could pick them up. I remember a lot but I would like to read up on it some more if I'm going to be the officail doctor. Also I get the feeling we might be stuck here for a long time and we might want to stock up on medicine." Garath was slightly put out the Christian was staying also. He had hoped to spend more time with Nina. He knew it was stupid to like someone in the midle of a zombie uprising. So he purposefully turned his mind back to the problems at hand. He also tried to remember as much as he could about first aid as well. It had been a couple years since he had attended the course though.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 1:02 pm
[Just read the new character. Sounds like Mizuki is going to have all hell at his heels >.< Made me think though. If you guys want some fully fledged Zombies playing I'd be more than happy to play some =3 Add a little spice maybe?]
Mizuki grunted to himself as he came bnack around the front of the building. The coast had been completely clear.
Whilst he was, for the majority, very relieved - he couldn't help but feel slightly dissappointed.
He hit himself in the forehead with the heel of his palm.
This isn't a ******** game! Remember that!
To reinforce this statement, Mizuki dregged up the memories of his parents.
First how he'd heard them snapping and growling at each other in the next room. How he'd somehow knew automatically what was going on, and without second thought, had gone to the closet where his father had kept his shot gun, and gone and holed up in his room.
The sounds of nails scratching feverishly at the woodwork of his doorway before those shells of his Parents had figured out the functions of his door handle.
He remembered the horrid tightness in his stomach. How it had writhed like knotted eels of ice. And however cold inside he'd felt, how his face and hands had burned and slicked with sweat.
His finger slipping on the trigger, afraid that he wouldn't be able to pull it in time.
Then the way the door had clicked. Time had stood still. He'd almost expected it to creak open slowly as it did in Horror Films. But no, it had been pushed in so violently it had slammed against the wall, making him scream and instinctively squeeze the trigger.
He bit down on his lip and slapped himself hard across the face.
He didn't want to remember what came next. This had been enough to replace his excitement with a sense of sombre foreboding.
Mizuki had previously gone down the ally to the right of the apartment building and out onto the back roads. They'd be taking the backroads down to the DIY store. The streets were less open round the back which could be both a blessing and a major disadvantage. Especially at night. It would stop them being seen from a distance, but it would also stop dangers being seen in advance. It would also limit the room to run away in - and Crazies could run fast.
He had studied fireways and balconies at a safe distance, back to the apartment block wall. He had thought perhaps that they could take the roof ways. It would take a lot of jumping and climbing - but it would be safer than the ground route majoritively.
Though, loaded down with supplies they'd definately have to take the route back to the flats on the ground. He was sure it would be very dark by then, especially as street lamps were no longer operating in some areas.
The west flank of the apartments was just another open street. He could hear a shop or car alarm in the distance. Perhaps all Crazies in the immediate area had been drawn to that?
As he had stared he had seen shambling sillouettes a couple of roads down, but they seemed to be in hot persuit of something else. An unlucky raccoon perhaps?
Something small enough to have evaded Mizuki's notice. He didn't allow himself to think it was a child.
He had then doubled round the front again.
Mizuki had been about to jump for the bottom rungs of the ladder when Kalila appeared at the window.
Mizuki bounced on the balls of his feet, waving his free arm enthusiastically to get her attention.
Once he had achieved that he grinned and waved her down.
This would be a signal to pass on to Nicholas.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 1:45 pm
Warm blood rushed into her cheeks, coloring them like her namesake. Looking down at her ravaged clothing again she noticed that she showed a lot more than before. Her blush was she sure to show now, since Nina, Mizuki and Nicholas all commented. She didn't know whether to grin or to snarl.
"Sixteen. And what, you're ten?"
She felt Nicholas grow tense whenever she spoke, figuring he must really dislike her. And for some odd reason, that disappointed her. She was about to tell Mizuki Sure, when she remembered the boy she left up there.
"OH s**t!"
She ran to the window, looking up.
"s**t, s**t, s**t. Sorry, I left someone up there. I'll be back."
Running out, she jumped the sill, and flew up the stairs, pumping her arms and legs.
s**t, I forgot to get that boy. Damn it, Crimson! Maybe your really losing your all your heart.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:42 pm
((Yeah Metzli... That sounds good if you don't mind doing it... Acting out zombies I mean. So does anyone want to play the new character? If I don't get an answer in two days, I'll just act them out. But I still need help on if I want it a girl or guy... More so a guy... but that's just me...))
"Oh good." Nina said thankfully to Garath. She didn't know a lot of stuff about first-aid. Plus in the house they didn't have much medicine or medical supplies, just enough for two, her and her father. She shut off her mind with that thought. She didn't want to contemplate on her dad right now. No need for Drama... she thought with a mental sigh. All I know is that he is safe for sure... because he is WAY on the West Coast... She thought optimistically. Kalila nodded to Garath in affirmation. "I'll be sure to get that kind of stuff for you." She said with a smile still standing at the window. So... 1) Take down the sign for the base, 2) Get gasoline for Christian, and 3) Medical supplies and medicine for Garath... That's all right? Besides getting the original supplies we were going for... Which is protective gear, weapons, ammo, and food. Kalila thought. Mental lists helped her a lot.
Kalila fell out of her thoughts when she saw Mizuki wave for her attention. He summoned the siblings down with a wave and grin. Kalila smiled back and nodded. Here we go... "Hey Nicho! We're out." She said motioning him to the window.
"Ok hold on..." Nicholas responded back. Crimson had taunted him and he needed to respond back. Nicholas sneered at Crimson. "If I were 10 then I would have had a hell of a growth-spurt, huh?" He said crossing his arms. "I'm taller than my 15-year-old sister... I'm 13 by the way." He added the last part matter-of-factly. He stepped towards the window and stood next to Kalila to emphasize his point.
Kalila tried as hard as she could not to roll her eyes. This has turned into a childish game to Nicholas... He's gotta work on that maturity level she thought, but patiently waited for Nicholas.
All of a sudden Crimson started freaking out, something about a person left behind. She ran out.
Nina blinked in confusion. "Well..." She finally said after a few awkward seconds of silence. "I guess you two should get going now."
"Yeah... That's a good idea. Nicho go ahead." Kalila offered, opening the window a little wider for him.
"Alright... Thanks." Nicholas said, looking after Crimson. She is my confusion incarnate... he thought bitterly. He climbed up and swung out of the window with on hand as his base. He landed on his feet and waited for his older sister after fixing his backpack straps.
"Bye Nina, Garath, Christian... See you in a bit... Hopefully." Kalila said sweetly, even the last part. Nina waved an enthusiastic good-bye, knowing, with her full-blown optimism, she would be back. Kalila swung a leg over and out the window and then the other. Nicholas put his hand out to help her. She took it, landing on the metal of the fire escape with a click.
Nicholas scurried down the fire-escape, with Kalila at his heels. They reached the bottom ladder. Nicholas climbed down first and landed on the ground in his usual squat. He stood back up, holding the hilt of his gladius. "Hey Mizuki... Long time no see." He said sarcastically with a playful grin.
Kalila landed next to Nicholas at the end of his words. Her skirt floated up in the air next to her in a flow, and after she landed it came down a full two seconds after her. She smiled at Mizuki and mumbled "Glad to see nothing's happened to you." Kalila took a step back from Nicholas and unsheathed the katana given to her. She didn't in Nina's room because it was too crowded with people. What little light there was out reflected dimly off of the blade. She examined the blade. It was very clean. That won't last for long... Kalila thought with a real sigh. The blade had a kanji letter on the part close to the hilt. Luckily for Kalila it was one of the few Kanji she could read, it said "Mizu" as in water. Kalila smiled to herself. Water was always her element. She gingerly touched the edge of the blade to test if it was sharp. Indeed it was. It seems Nina's father kept his blades sharp... Kalila thought kind of suprised. It was lucky for them.
Kalila put the katana back in the sheath on her waist. "So... What's the plan? I know for sure one thing, if we do meet up with any zombies Nicho you have to throw the bombs in every direction.
"Right." Nicholas said with a nod and changed the position of his backpack. He wore the bag in front instead and kept the zipper open so he could reach the onion bombs.
"Also... I think we should avoid the subway undergrounds." Kalila said darting her eyes to what little of the road could be seen from their position in the back. She didn't want to get ambushed. "The undergrounds would still be lit up, even now. The electricity won't go off until at least three days from now. Light would give them a bigger advantage than without. Plus we might get trapped under there." Kalila was whispering now. "But the only good thing about the subway... Is that we would reach our objectives faster. Are we willing to risk that?" That was more to herself, but she still spoke it out loud.
"Pft... No..." Nicholas said simply.
"Well... Anyway, I'll be back in a few seconds. Stay here." Kalila said after a few seconds. "I gotta take the sign down... I'll scout the area while I'm at it."
"Wait a min-" Nicholas started to protest. But before he finished he convinced himself she was just taking a sign down and it was nothing to worry about.
With a wave she ran on her tippy-toes to the front of the house. Right when she reached the front Kalila slowed to a walk and took carefull examination of the area. She spasmed and clamped a hand over her mouth so she didn't curse out loud. She could see all the way down at light of the four-way intersection there were two infected hunched over something. Kalila looked away slowly and flattened herself up against the facade of the house. She snuck her way to the door quickly, hopeing whatever they were hunched over kept them occupied until she took the sign down. Fortunately for her, the sign was put up in a hurry and only had one piece of tape holding it. Kalila ripped it off very slowly as to not make any noise. The infected were many buildings away, but she didn't want to risk it. They might have better hearing... I should ask Nicholas about that. She though, finally taking it down. She walked down the steps quickly and silently as she could and flattened herself again. She edged her way back to the back. When she made it to the turn to the side of the building she looked around. There was nothing out of the norm, and thus she ran all the way back to the boys' position.
"Hey I'm back." She said whispered with a worried look on her face. She recieved a whap upside the head from Nicholas.
"You're a retard!" Nicholas whisper loudly and angryily at her.
"Well... If it means anything I scouted out the area a little." Kalila whispered rubbing the back of her head under her ponytail. "There are two of them at the light down that way." She said swatting her hand to the left. "They didn't see me or react to me... They were bent over something- busy with it." she said awkwardly.
Back inside Nina's house Nina picked up her dry erase board and sat back down on the couch arm. She made sure she had everyones attention before she started. "Alright everyone..." She said, drawing a line to seperate what she was about to write from the supplies list. "We need to paint a sign on the roof for rescue... Like on Dawn of the Dead..." She said as she wrote it out on the board with a star next to it. "We need to set up traps and defenses... Specially mines." She listed, writing it down as well. "We need to set up personal defenses by hand, like the flammable oil and molotov cocktails." She said the last one with a grin and wrote it down as well. "Does anyone have anything to add?" She asked looking from person to person.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:44 pm
Reshion wiped the blood from his brow.
Sighing, he walked down the street.
"Whatever happened to that one girl?" He thought, blushing slightly.
Reshion thought she was kinda cute. Anyone who could wield swords like that has to be hot.
Smirking, Reshion reloaded the pistol.
"Now, to find more suriviors." He said, jogging to the DIY store.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 1:25 am
[Score because I doodled a Zombie character last night - well her head ^^]
Mizuki watched the two climb down apprehensively.
When Nicholas stod up, he was roughly the same height as Mizuki, if not just that teeny bit shorter. In comparison to them both, Kalila just looked so delicate and vunerable.
The skirt didn't help either in Mizuki's opinion. It made her look even more feminine, doll like even.
The kind of doll that sits on the top shelf away from playful hands for fear it might get broken.
He sincerely hoped that this would not be the case and that Kalila would not get 'broken' over the course of this venture.
As Nicholas dropped the sarcastic comment, Mizuki grinned his cheerful yet cheesy grin and flashed the boy a wink.
"And to think you used to be such a sweet, sensitive boy." He said, referring back to when they had first crossed paths and Nicholas had taken to stepping behind his sister when Mizuki went hysterical. "And now a sarcastic bugger. I blame my influence."
It was all cheerful banter nw, but there was a definate tension in the air.
So thick it was palpable. Mizuki took it back into his lungs like a toxin, feeding his adrenile from it.
He shifted slightly from foot to foot which indicated that Mizuki was not so strong as to not suffer from the discomfting sense of foreboding that hung in the air like a damp mist threatening to dampen their spirits.
This was made to reach new heights as Kalila speed off to take down the sign from the door. Mizuki assumed that this would be on the west flank. The open streets.
That did not make him feel any more comfortable at all, especially considering it was the only side of the building that he had spotted any hint of Crazies.
For some reason he felt that this was the danger zone now. He didn't like the idea of Kalila going round there even if she was armed with a pretty dealy looking katana.
After all, that would require close range combat. What if there was more than one Crazy to contend with? What if she got sprayed with blood or saliva or something. What if she got bitten? Infected!?
Mizuki was near working himself into a frenzy of concern and he turned around preparing to dash after Kalila when she returned once more.
It seemed that Nicholas had been on the same train of thought as him because Kalila got a nice little smack from him.
Mizuki heaved and sigh and grinned. Relief.
As she reported what she had seen Mizuki nodded gravely.
"When I scouted earlier there was a bunch chasing something further down that street. If they are by the working light now, then its liable that they are getting closer. That means that it's only a matter of time before they are drawn by the example onion bomb." Mizuki said pointing a finger towards the colourful splatter on the concrete only a few foot away from where they were stood.
"I completely agree with the subways notion. Avoid at all costs." His talking was now hushed and hurried, his tone had a sense of urgency that was mirrored in his now serious expression. "For one thing we could easily get trapped. For another, we have no idea where these things hole up. I mean, you see them hunting in the streets but we are assuming they still need to sleep to restore energy as for the most biological part - they are still human. They are Human, not People. Don't get that confused. It'll make it harder to exterminate them."
He cast a hurried look over his shoulder, even now mentally picturing crowds of mutilated Crazies curled up and sleeping in the dark sheltered subways - a mine feild better left alone.
"Going round back I noticed that the streets are a lot narrower and winding. That would be our most direct route to the DIY store. However obvious dangers lay in wait for such narrow and restricted layout. However, if we take it by roof way then we'll be safe from Crazies, but the danger in that lies obviously in falling. But it could be a necessary risk. I'm assuming you both know what Parcore is."
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 7:48 am
((I'm thinking about maybe creating a second character or third character. One of which I can kill of when ever.))
Garath nodded. "Also We should catalougue our supplies. Seeing how much of what we have and what sorts of things we can use for defenses. Also I think we should move the medical suplies up here and I'll organize them and see how much we have. But if you want I can start working on the defences first. The group wont be back for a while so it might be better to work on defenses first rather then organisation." He shrugged. "I'll leave that up to you Nina." Garath didn't like to take charge that much unless it was nesecary. He didn't want to sound bossy.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 12:34 pm
((All new characters have been added and I have decided to act out the new character(lol...I'm impatient). I'm making Terry a guy.))
"Ha... Sure, we'll go with that." Nicholas said still grinning. Actually sarcasm was one of Nicholas's favorite type of humor. He was adept in in and usually managed the whole "I'm better than you" complex with it.
Then the whole sign retrieving thing went under way and Kalila was back. Then Mizuki spoke.
"Oh man... We're really lucking out. Hopefully the luck won't fade." Kalila commented and let Mizuki continue. "Ah... You're right. I never thought that they would need sleep. Maybe they do. The subways seem perfect for that." Kalila whispered to herself. The young woman did not need to be told twice. She knew these things weren't people. She thought back to "Lisa" the first infected they had incountered. She was a mother of a child, according to the bumper sticker, and married to Travis. Yet she still attacked him, tried to kill... Eat him even. She contemplated. Emotion... They don't have it anymore.
Mizuki continued speaking of his plan. The plan sounded alright to Nicholas The higher up the harder it is for them to reach us... Nicholas reasoned.
Kalila liked the plan as well. If we do get cornered we could always break into one of the buildings. There is no such thing as law anymore after all. Almost a complete anarchy where the goverment can't reach. At least the East coast. She planned and pondered. She angled herself to look down the area Mizuki spoke of. Oh good... There is a convience store just down to the right of there... We can get food from there. Every building, if not then every other building, had a fire escape. It was normal for the New York City area. But what if the building have pent up zombies inside of them...? Kalila thought with a chill. It was not cold at all outside. In fact it was about 82 degrees fahrenheit, about 27.8 degrees celsius. The weather was probably one of the things helping the virus spread.
Kalila and Nicholas blinked simultaneously. They looked at each other and then back to Mizuki. "Parcore?" They asked together.
Back inside of Nina's house the owner of the house continued to write on the dry erase board.
"That's a good idea." She said at the smae time writing down "Organise supplies." She looked at the two boys, Crimson was out and the other trio had left. "We can keep all the food and drinks in the kitchen area... Where it already is so we don't have to worry about it. We can keep survival supplies, such as batteries, weapons, flashlights, and such in my father's weapon room... Which is the bar area. So if ever we need alcohol for fire or anything we can get it from in there." She informed while planning. "Of course, we should keep a flashlight and weapon with us at all times. The flashlight is there." She said point to her desk. "And you all seem to have weapons on you." She said with a nod. "We should organize living as well." She said quickly. "There might not be enough room in my room so if anyone wants to sleep there is this room, my dad's room downstairs, and the living room... Also down stairs... You know... The couch." She added awkwardly. "Well anyways, I propose the guys and chicks sleep seperate... Mostly because we are all teenagers, we can't controll our hormones, and now is the worst possible time for a pregnant girl." She said with a laugh. "Maybe Nicholas can be an exception though... He's always with his sister, partly raised by him, you know." She said with a shrug.
She looked at Garath and smiled "Are you able to stand yet?" She asked with a slight tilt of her head. "I could show you were the medical supplies are... We never had much." Nina said quickly. "There are only two in my family here." She said, implying New York when she said here.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 12:42 pm
[I am working on a second Infected right now :B This one is going to be cool. Let me kinow when you are done posting ^^]
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 1:16 pm
Jessica had always been a hard working and determined young woman. Brain like a calculator. A complete whizz with numbers. You gave her any sum and a moment to think and she'd have your answer all the time - sometimes even to two decimal places.
She'd always dressed respectable. Blazers and neat skirts and work and casually trendy jeans and turtle neck sweaters out side of work.
No time for these 'tits out' tops that were the craze amongst other women her age.
She was slim, attractive with lucious blonde hair that she had nearly always kept tied back in a uniform bobble.
This creature that was now stooped over a trash can shovelling rotting garbage into its torn and tattered maw was not Jessica.
It was the infected remnants - merely a shell vacated by the real Jessica the moment the Virus had taken hold.
Now she was Feral. She had at the start, fought amongst her own kind. Snapping, territorial brawls like common rabid ally cats. She had lost one of her eyes and her lower lip near torn free on one side. Both of these wounds had turned evil, purtid colours and reaked of rotting flesh.
They was filled with dirt and, in the case of her gums, shards of broken glass. And yet none of these wounds had become infected - all natural bacteria stomped out in an insant by the Virus that had made this shell of a human being its host.
She contiued to paw handfuls of rubbish from the skip out the back of an old italian restaurant into his mouth. She could no longer taste. It was just the sensation of food travelling down her gullet that she craved.
Jessica had memories. Though she did not recognise these as such, they were simply pictures that came into her mind some times.
Flashes of a beautiful young blonde woman sat infront of a mirror applying delicate mascara and a formal lip gloss before checking her hair was even for work.
An attractive dark male that worked three desks down from the blonde lady of her memories.
She had feelings, but they too were simply memories. As she was now, she was simply incapable of emotion.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 1:26 pm
((Wow... That's pretty much awesome. I'm done with the post from earlier. I'm going to start working on one for Terry and the others, depending on your post... If you post ^_^'...))
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 1:36 pm
Mizuki looked at the two siblings in awe.
"P-parcore." He stuttered in astonishment. Then he grinned. "The french art of roof jumping. I have been trying it out to the best of my abilty for just over a month now." He chuckled. "Nothing beats practice when our life is at risk. Basically, it's people that tear around cities at top speeds flinging themselves from roof tops and swinging from balcony to balcony." He looked at the vacancy of their expressions and frowned. "Erm, you remember me shimmying up the drain before? And across the pole, and how I rolled on impact with the floor. Rolling absorbs shock when falling from a great height. I mean, you get guys who can jump like fifteen feet and just roll it off." He did a slight jump landing on the balls of his feet. "You kinda land on the balls of your feet. Don't allow yourself to hit the ground. Just push off the moment you feel ground and go over the shoulder into a roll." He grinned brightly. "It tajkes practice, but hopefully we won't be needing complications as the roof ways seem pretty packed together up there anyway."
He frowned and cast a swift, apprehensive glance at the remnants of the onion bomb, his nostrils twitching briefly.
He then looked back at the two, disguising his concern. "Just basically whatever is there is your route. Be it a railing to catch your self on, a broken piece of pipe to swing yourself off. Anything. Don't take unecessary risks though. We'll keep the pace slow. Better take longer than get ourselves in even more danger than we already are."
With that Mizuki held a finger to his lips, hoisted his gun and sneaked off towards the thinner ally way and began to edge through it, beckoning the siblings to follow shortly behind.
He didn't really wnat to have to use his gun just yet. Especially as, as Kalila had just reported, there were Crazies near by. They would be drawn to the noise.
He whipped his head round the corner and saw that it was clear in both directions. But he realised that could only be temporary.
He bent his knees and sprinted across the open road immediately flinging himself at a drain pipe. Swinging his shotgun behind him he hooked his hands behind the pipe and leaned back, using his feet to help propell himself upwards.
Getting half the way up he drew level with a balcony which he simply had to reach across and grab the railing and step across onto the balcony frame and jump over the top bar.
Stood on the balcony he once more cocked his gun, checking in both directions before givng the siblings a quick wave to summon them after him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 1:57 pm
Terry drove along the highway leading to the Manhattan area. He wa in a camoflage painted Chevolette Silverado. Thebed of his truck was filled with medical supplies, weaponry, and ammo. In fact, so was his passenger seat. The highway was almost empty, save for a few cars against the side of the road. If he had come while there was still light out he would have gotten stuck in the worst traffic of his life. There was an official sealed pass taped to the inside of the windsheild, so the document could be seen from the outside. He also had a pass our is neck on an metal necklace along with his military dog tag. He was dressed in a full U.S. army uniform. All this was percaution, so no one stopped him in his search and no uninfected people mistaked him as an infected or enemy. The problem was if he did find anyone who needed help, he couldn't straight out save them. They would have to tag along with him until his mission was done.
He was one of the many military doctors set loose in infected areas to hunt up a person who had an immunity to the virus, but carried the virus in there body. But, many wasn't really a good word. There were only ten people willing to do what he was doing. To tell the truth he didn't want to be here either. He rather have been inside a military secure building helping to create a vaccine or a cure, instead he was here trying to hunt up "ingredients" for it. But, there were so few volunteers and without these components a medicine couldn't be made anyway. So Terry bitterly accepted the mission. All the scientists really needed was a simple blood, urine, and saliva sample of one of these special people brought to them. The could start researching from there. Didn't sound hard right? But the problem was finding a person. There were so many people in the NYC area alone how was this going to work? Plus, just because these people existed didn't even mean that a cure or vaccine could be made. It could take months, maybe even years.
Terry ran a hand through his hair, quite aggrivated. He had made it to an exit ramp and now drove into the fabulous part of Mahattan. It was beautiful. Terry didn't even like big cities, he was more into the nice quite suburbs or even the country side. But he even admitted the beauty of it. It was an a creepy kind of beauty though. The streets were empty of people, none of the lights you always saw in the movies with the NYC in them were flashing like normal.
As soon as he looked back at the road, there was a group of infected humans, proably about seven, running as if they were out on a morning jog. The only way Terry was able to tell that they were infected and not just normal people was the way they moved. It was animalistic, instead of normal human movement. It was confirmed when they heard the truck coming towards them, they looked at it. Their faces were missing patches of skin. One of them even had his jaw hanging off a little because only of of the sides were connected to it's joint and another one had an eyeball hanging out of it socket. All of this was taken in mind, underneith a second. Instead of slowing down, Terry pressured his foot harder against the accelerator. His expression didn't change any except for a slight frown that formed on his brow. The majority of the infected ran towards the vehicle arms out in front of them. The few that didn't ran off as fast as they could to whatever their original destination was.
Terry's truck collided with the infected. Coagulated blood splattered on to the wind sheild as there was a wet and hard thump. Not much blood was on the windshield, most of it was too thick inside of the bodies to spray out anymore. Must be older ones... Terry mused. He slammed on the breaks and the bodies flew of the front of the car and back on to the road. The bodies were mangled and limbs were positioned in odd, impossible angles for a normal human body. Three out of fie of the bodies didn't move anymore, there was enough head and brain injury for them not to be "alive" anymore. But two of them attemped to stand up, horribly failing. Terry drove onto them, slowly, making sure they were smashed. He revered the car back over them and took a good look. There was brain spewed all across the street.
"Job well done solider..." Terry told himself, emotionlessly. This was the first time he had seen an infected "in the wild" in a way. The only ones he had seen were caged up in medical facilities. They were being observed and researched on. Terry looked into the rearview mirror at the corpses left behind, just in case their little "friends" came back. They didn't. So he switched his view to the gas gage. It was a line away from empty. "I need to find a gas station..." He mumbled to himself, running his hand through his hair again.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 5:14 pm
"Singing in the I'm singing in the rain." A loud off tune voice 'sang' in a car. "Take that you you litle bleepers." Devon laughed as his jeep ran over some more zombies. He rolled downt he window and slowed the car down. No more zombies were in sight. He sighed. The windsheild was caked with zombies insides and the windshield wiper could no longer clean it. It had been fun while it lasted. He took a long cigar and lit it. Talking a deep breath he enjoyed the aroma of the cigar and dead zombies. The smell of death reminded him of Iraq. SO many terorist so litt;e ammo. In his mind ever single person living in the country had been a terorist. He opened the car door. He slung his pack onto andgrabbed his shot gun. His rifle was strapped to the back of the pack. He now needed to find some place to hole in till the zombies left. He walked through the streets boldly and without worry. Like a killer who enjoys killing. seeing something out of the corner of his eye move he shot. It was only a small dog. He had ht it in th eflank and it was dieing. Devon laughed. "Stupid mutt." He walked over not to end it's misery but to watch it die. The dog turned andcharged him. Now that he was closer he could see the face of the dog he realized it was a zombie dog. He emptied a couple more bursts into it. He walked over and kick the dead body. "Crazy zombie mutt. How did you like that?" He laughed and started walking away whistling to him self.
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