Klara Schulz
Ehh ehh ehh, the alarm clock on Klara’s nightstand buzzed. She brought her hand up and clicked the button. Dragging herself out of bed and up to get dressed. Klara was completely and blissfully unaware of what was happening outside. Today was any day thanks to the fact that she had been sleeping for multiple days after pulling a few all-nighter for a big project. Klara got herself dressed and walked out of her dorm room.
DM Post
The sun seemed to slowly but steadily sink towards the earth as the night fell. It took the light and it's warmth with it, leaving nothing behind but chilly air underneath a pink sky. The pink was deep and dark, as if colored by the blood that had splattered on walls and floors that day. The moon was visible amidst it, surrounded by a few clouds that seemed to try and comfort it after the horrors it had to witness. Everything about the sight seemed to tell the people of Clarey that this was no ordinary night, and the chill felt almost like freezing even though the summer hadn't officially ended.
Streets became quiet as a lot of the survivors found their way inside of buildings. Some returned home while others tried to seek the safest location and they placed bets on any buildings that had a lot of doors they were able to lock and didn't have a lot of windows. Others even hid in public bathrooms, choosing the stall that was reserved for the disabled and turning it into their own miniature bunker. Lights were turned off indoors if they were visible beyond curtains and sounds faded in the distance. The town came to a halt, as if someone had grabbed a remote and pressed pause. Soon, little sign of the living was seen except for a few that remained outdoors. Those were either utter fools or perhaps, if they were lucky they were smart enough to know what they were doing.
While the temperature experienced a strong drop along with the hope of survivors, other things seemed to rise. One of them was panic amongst the town's people now that the first zombies had been seen, the others were the bodies of those that had fallen or fought a losing battle. Eyes that had been deemed to be closed forever were now opening with all life sucked out of them, as if someone had placed a blurry filter over their iris. Movements were wooden and slow, no energy remaining in the flesh of the ones that slowly stood up from their resting place.
Those that had been bitten that very morning went from bad to worse, their fevers reaching a point of no return as they met their own demise. After that, they too opened their eyes and slowly stood up. More would come to stand as time progressed, rising over night and resurrected as walkers. None were left dead except for those that had bullets in their brain and those who's heads had been severed. Others walked and were doomed to live a life of walking until a weapon ended their sickening afterlife. Until then, they'd only have a single goal. Food, or more specifically the flesh of the fresh and the living.
The bodies of the deceased, some with bullets draining their vessels, stood in a collective army of undead that was spreaded over town and for a moment, neither of them moved besides tilting their head upwards and staring at the sky. For a minute it seemed like that was all they would do but soon, their heads snapped back to their usual position and they started walking, albeit slowly. Each one of them wandered around, some of them finding others and joining them as they formed small hordes before they proceeded to wander aimlessly.
Where the leader of the horde would walk, others would follow and while initially, most hordes consisted of no more than 4 or 5 zombies, they soon grew in numbers until a few of them had twenty if not more. It was a terrible and fright inducing sight that made it clear that Clarey town was lost. It wasn't safe anymore and people would best remain indoors. At least they would if they were aware of it, which most weren't yet... Only one thing was clear as the first newly turned attacked the living here and there: Those that weren't aware yet would soon learn. There was no chance of escaping now.
Ehh ehh ehh, the alarm clock on Klara’s nightstand buzzed. She brought her hand up and clicked the button. Dragging herself out of bed and up to get dressed. Klara was completely and blissfully unaware of what was happening outside. Today was any day thanks to the fact that she had been sleeping for multiple days after pulling a few all-nighter for a big project. Klara got herself dressed and walked out of her dorm room.
DM Post
The sun seemed to slowly but steadily sink towards the earth as the night fell. It took the light and it's warmth with it, leaving nothing behind but chilly air underneath a pink sky. The pink was deep and dark, as if colored by the blood that had splattered on walls and floors that day. The moon was visible amidst it, surrounded by a few clouds that seemed to try and comfort it after the horrors it had to witness. Everything about the sight seemed to tell the people of Clarey that this was no ordinary night, and the chill felt almost like freezing even though the summer hadn't officially ended.
Streets became quiet as a lot of the survivors found their way inside of buildings. Some returned home while others tried to seek the safest location and they placed bets on any buildings that had a lot of doors they were able to lock and didn't have a lot of windows. Others even hid in public bathrooms, choosing the stall that was reserved for the disabled and turning it into their own miniature bunker. Lights were turned off indoors if they were visible beyond curtains and sounds faded in the distance. The town came to a halt, as if someone had grabbed a remote and pressed pause. Soon, little sign of the living was seen except for a few that remained outdoors. Those were either utter fools or perhaps, if they were lucky they were smart enough to know what they were doing.
While the temperature experienced a strong drop along with the hope of survivors, other things seemed to rise. One of them was panic amongst the town's people now that the first zombies had been seen, the others were the bodies of those that had fallen or fought a losing battle. Eyes that had been deemed to be closed forever were now opening with all life sucked out of them, as if someone had placed a blurry filter over their iris. Movements were wooden and slow, no energy remaining in the flesh of the ones that slowly stood up from their resting place.
Those that had been bitten that very morning went from bad to worse, their fevers reaching a point of no return as they met their own demise. After that, they too opened their eyes and slowly stood up. More would come to stand as time progressed, rising over night and resurrected as walkers. None were left dead except for those that had bullets in their brain and those who's heads had been severed. Others walked and were doomed to live a life of walking until a weapon ended their sickening afterlife. Until then, they'd only have a single goal. Food, or more specifically the flesh of the fresh and the living.
The bodies of the deceased, some with bullets draining their vessels, stood in a collective army of undead that was spreaded over town and for a moment, neither of them moved besides tilting their head upwards and staring at the sky. For a minute it seemed like that was all they would do but soon, their heads snapped back to their usual position and they started walking, albeit slowly. Each one of them wandered around, some of them finding others and joining them as they formed small hordes before they proceeded to wander aimlessly.
Where the leader of the horde would walk, others would follow and while initially, most hordes consisted of no more than 4 or 5 zombies, they soon grew in numbers until a few of them had twenty if not more. It was a terrible and fright inducing sight that made it clear that Clarey town was lost. It wasn't safe anymore and people would best remain indoors. At least they would if they were aware of it, which most weren't yet... Only one thing was clear as the first newly turned attacked the living here and there: Those that weren't aware yet would soon learn. There was no chance of escaping now.
Sal (Doc)
The hall looked very doom and gloom if he was to put it into words. Some blood too. Sal was truthfully scared at the moment. He would probably swing wildly at anything if it jumped out at him right now. All that could cross his mind was "what was happening? Is my family ok? Where is everyone? Bombing runs?". Sal thanks to these thoughts began to hyperventilate. His own thoughts trading in his sanity on a whim. He panicked. "IS ANYONE THERE!?" He screamed out
DM Post
The halls of the second floor was dimly lit, the bombings from earlier had affected some electrical activity in regards of some of the floors lighting system. The bulbs flickered, suffering from lack of juice.
It was mostly quiet, save some creaks in the walls and the pipes in the ceiling humming eerily once the furnace that aided the building's water heaters. Then, voices in the distance would be heard.
"Would you stop panicking?! Hyperventilating isnt making the situation easier for all of us!"
"Dude, lay off, man. She is scared. We're all scared so calm your shit."
"Fine. Whatever. I get it. Wait, did you hear someone calling?"
From around the corner at the bottom of a flight of stairs in the middle of the hall, a group of three people appeared. Two women and one man. They spotted the young man who called out and paused, "Looks like not everyone left the second floor." A savvy, headstrong looking woman said. She wore a flannel shirt atop a band T, ripped denim Jeans and a capped beanie. The other woman looked like Daisy duke, a southern grown country girl. The guy, looked like a typical nerd, sporting a geeky pokemon T and jeans.
"Hey dude, are you okay?" The punkette asked, lifting her pierced brow.
The hall looked very doom and gloom if he was to put it into words. Some blood too. Sal was truthfully scared at the moment. He would probably swing wildly at anything if it jumped out at him right now. All that could cross his mind was "what was happening? Is my family ok? Where is everyone? Bombing runs?". Sal thanks to these thoughts began to hyperventilate. His own thoughts trading in his sanity on a whim. He panicked. "IS ANYONE THERE!?" He screamed out
DM Post
The halls of the second floor was dimly lit, the bombings from earlier had affected some electrical activity in regards of some of the floors lighting system. The bulbs flickered, suffering from lack of juice.
It was mostly quiet, save some creaks in the walls and the pipes in the ceiling humming eerily once the furnace that aided the building's water heaters. Then, voices in the distance would be heard.
"Would you stop panicking?! Hyperventilating isnt making the situation easier for all of us!"
"Dude, lay off, man. She is scared. We're all scared so calm your shit."
"Fine. Whatever. I get it. Wait, did you hear someone calling?"
From around the corner at the bottom of a flight of stairs in the middle of the hall, a group of three people appeared. Two women and one man. They spotted the young man who called out and paused, "Looks like not everyone left the second floor." A savvy, headstrong looking woman said. She wore a flannel shirt atop a band T, ripped denim Jeans and a capped beanie. The other woman looked like Daisy duke, a southern grown country girl. The guy, looked like a typical nerd, sporting a geeky pokemon T and jeans.
"Hey dude, are you okay?" The punkette asked, lifting her pierced brow.
Sal (Doc)
"My name is Sal. I live on the third floor. Look I've been cooped up in my room for a couple weeks, I..I dont realy understand what's goin on right now. This guy came up to me all bloody and and...look I'm flipping out right now . What's is goin on outside, does anyone know?" Sal barraged the group mercilessly with unending questions. He barely gave himself time to breathe. The stress of the unknown was jerking at his mind. As he waited for the group to hopefully provide him with something he talked to himself in his mind to try to calm down. Sal pushed up his glasses another time before reminding himself he needs to get his contact lenses to keep from having to deal with his glasses.
DM Walker
The trio stood there listening to Sal's story, the girl began to sob as she dug her face into the punketye's shoulder. "We have no idea, dude. We came from the third floor after Ella's boyfriend went out to check everything out for us. He came back all bloody and after awhile went ham on us! Like he was possessed or something. He's still up there.."
Ella kept crying, while the other man shook his head in a disgruntled manner, "Look, I don't-" he paused, everyone stood still and Ella went quiet. They could hear the sound of someone coming to the second floor. It was another guy, and they stood and watched him a moment before another sound was heard.
Ellaaaa...Ella I'm fine please..dont le-leave... it came from upstairs, then a loud bang was heard, causing the trio to jump.
"He's coming.. he's coming and he will attack us again, oh god.."
ELLA!! Ella I'm in pain... Ella it hurts.. another bang noise.
"Sshh.. shh.. dont make a sound.. he may move on." The punk girl said in a shaking whisper.
Grant Walker
At the sound of the screaming from the floor above, Grant pulled his revolver. He looked up around where the sound came. “Want me to take care of him? He could have turned.” He whispered, “I’m not really sure what’s going on in this town, but it sure as hell isn’t safe.”
Sal (Doc)
"Where the hell did you get a gun!?" Sal yelled out just above a whisper.
"My name is Sal. I live on the third floor. Look I've been cooped up in my room for a couple weeks, I..I dont realy understand what's goin on right now. This guy came up to me all bloody and and...look I'm flipping out right now . What's is goin on outside, does anyone know?" Sal barraged the group mercilessly with unending questions. He barely gave himself time to breathe. The stress of the unknown was jerking at his mind. As he waited for the group to hopefully provide him with something he talked to himself in his mind to try to calm down. Sal pushed up his glasses another time before reminding himself he needs to get his contact lenses to keep from having to deal with his glasses.
DM Walker
The trio stood there listening to Sal's story, the girl began to sob as she dug her face into the punketye's shoulder. "We have no idea, dude. We came from the third floor after Ella's boyfriend went out to check everything out for us. He came back all bloody and after awhile went ham on us! Like he was possessed or something. He's still up there.."
Ella kept crying, while the other man shook his head in a disgruntled manner, "Look, I don't-" he paused, everyone stood still and Ella went quiet. They could hear the sound of someone coming to the second floor. It was another guy, and they stood and watched him a moment before another sound was heard.
Ellaaaa...Ella I'm fine please..dont le-leave... it came from upstairs, then a loud bang was heard, causing the trio to jump.
"He's coming.. he's coming and he will attack us again, oh god.."
ELLA!! Ella I'm in pain... Ella it hurts.. another bang noise.
"Sshh.. shh.. dont make a sound.. he may move on." The punk girl said in a shaking whisper.
Grant Walker
At the sound of the screaming from the floor above, Grant pulled his revolver. He looked up around where the sound came. “Want me to take care of him? He could have turned.” He whispered, “I’m not really sure what’s going on in this town, but it sure as hell isn’t safe.”
Sal (Doc)
"Where the hell did you get a gun!?" Sal yelled out just above a whisper.
DM Post
Ella's eyes were filled with tears as every word she could hear that came from her boyfriend cut deeper and deeper into her soul. It pained her, almost physically to hear how he suffered and she wanted nothing more than to run up there and help. If it weren't for her friends holding her, she would've but they latched onto her like leeches and held her in a tight grip.
"Don't, you know it's not safe. I know you want to but don't, Ella. Please." The punkette asked, attempting to dry Ella's tears. It was no use though, they were pouring like two waterfalls on her cheeks.
Looking at the man that had pulled his revolver, the two friends then turned towards each other and gave each other a questioning look before coming to a conclusion and giving the man a curt nod. Ella however, realized what was going on and started kicking and screaming.
"No! No, please! I beg you... It's not his fault, he isn't like this. He did nothing wrong!" She claimed, a mixture of cries and more screams throughout her tears.
Grant Walker
“Sal, I’ve been carrying around a rifle this entire time.” He said in a whispering tone, grabbing the barrel of the rifle on his back and showing it to him. Grant turned to the crying woman, “I won’t do anything, but I’m going to go check anyways, just to make sure he’s okay”. Grant put his revolver back into its holster and proceeded to walk to the stairs, “I’ll be back, come if you want.”
Ella's eyes were filled with tears as every word she could hear that came from her boyfriend cut deeper and deeper into her soul. It pained her, almost physically to hear how he suffered and she wanted nothing more than to run up there and help. If it weren't for her friends holding her, she would've but they latched onto her like leeches and held her in a tight grip.
"Don't, you know it's not safe. I know you want to but don't, Ella. Please." The punkette asked, attempting to dry Ella's tears. It was no use though, they were pouring like two waterfalls on her cheeks.
Looking at the man that had pulled his revolver, the two friends then turned towards each other and gave each other a questioning look before coming to a conclusion and giving the man a curt nod. Ella however, realized what was going on and started kicking and screaming.
"No! No, please! I beg you... It's not his fault, he isn't like this. He did nothing wrong!" She claimed, a mixture of cries and more screams throughout her tears.
Grant Walker
“Sal, I’ve been carrying around a rifle this entire time.” He said in a whispering tone, grabbing the barrel of the rifle on his back and showing it to him. Grant turned to the crying woman, “I won’t do anything, but I’m going to go check anyways, just to make sure he’s okay”. Grant put his revolver back into its holster and proceeded to walk to the stairs, “I’ll be back, come if you want.”
Timeskip of a few hours until the evening - DM Post
Soon enough, shouting was heard on the third floor. The first shouts were coming from someone who's voice was unfamiliar, the others from Ella's boyfriend who was still upstairs. The shouts were followed by a gunshot and the sound of dragging, before the body was tossed down the stairs so that it would end up on the second floor.
Heavy footsteps then sounded on the floor above them, which made their way back into an apartment before the door was slammed shut and locked. Ella's tears and cries were deafening, and her two friends helped her drag her boyfriend's body to their own apartment before they too closed their door.
Aside from the bloody path, nothing was seen of them again and meanwhile, the other group had made their way upstairs from the first floor, filling Grant and Sal as well as Jackie in on the plan before trying to encourage Grant and Sal to head upstairs with them.
Grant Walker
“I mean I’m fine going upstairs, Sal you wanna go back up? I could use some sleep and I don’t think I should be on the same floor as the Girl who’s boyfriend I just shot.” Grant said to Sal, then realizing the other part of his statement might not of been clear to anyone else listening, “Don-Don’t ask, yet...I’ll explain later I need sleep.”
Soon enough, shouting was heard on the third floor. The first shouts were coming from someone who's voice was unfamiliar, the others from Ella's boyfriend who was still upstairs. The shouts were followed by a gunshot and the sound of dragging, before the body was tossed down the stairs so that it would end up on the second floor.
Heavy footsteps then sounded on the floor above them, which made their way back into an apartment before the door was slammed shut and locked. Ella's tears and cries were deafening, and her two friends helped her drag her boyfriend's body to their own apartment before they too closed their door.
Aside from the bloody path, nothing was seen of them again and meanwhile, the other group had made their way upstairs from the first floor, filling Grant and Sal as well as Jackie in on the plan before trying to encourage Grant and Sal to head upstairs with them.
Grant Walker
“I mean I’m fine going upstairs, Sal you wanna go back up? I could use some sleep and I don’t think I should be on the same floor as the Girl who’s boyfriend I just shot.” Grant said to Sal, then realizing the other part of his statement might not of been clear to anyone else listening, “Don-Don’t ask, yet...I’ll explain later I need sleep.”
Sal
Sal walked on through without stopping to look around. He just needed to get to the Administration Wing. He continues down to the first floor.( Leaving second and entering first floor)
Sal walked on through without stopping to look around. He just needed to get to the Administration Wing. He continues down to the first floor.( Leaving second and entering first floor)
A few sets of eyes were passed as she ran down the stairs, making sure to pace her speed so that she wouldn't exhaust herself too soon. She had no idea where she was heading, all she knew was that it was time to get out of there. No longer staying put, not even when hordes were soon entering the town and putting everyone in danger.
No, it had been proven to her that in these trying times not even the campus she'd seen as a home could provide her with the safety she'd hoped for and as she headed further downstairs, she tucked her gun away under her clothes to hide it from prying eyes.
No, it had been proven to her that in these trying times not even the campus she'd seen as a home could provide her with the safety she'd hoped for and as she headed further downstairs, she tucked her gun away under her clothes to hide it from prying eyes.
Ivan Crosse
Ivan 's eyes cracked open as the early afternoon light creeped into the room, illuminating the tired and dirty nurse in his bloody scrubs. He sat up in his bed, hand to his temple as his eyes throbbed. 'What time is it? How long have I been laying here?' His thoughts were slow and muddled as his body began to wake with him.
He stood slowly from the hazy comfort of the bed that still threatened to lure him back to sleep. He walked to his table sat by his couch, and wondered idly where his roommate had been the past few days to have not been crashed here with a bottle of tequila in his hand. Bending over, he picked up a half drank monster energy drink and downed the rest of it, clearing his throat. As he was walking to the window to draw back the curtains a horrid stench filled his nose, one that made him go cold. It was the same stench that would fill the room when a dying patient finally succumbed to their illness. He ran to his closet and emptied his pockets, setting the bandages and suturing kit to the side. He slipped off his scrubs and tossed on a brown shirt, his favorite blue jeans and tied his running shoes. He slipped his medical supplies into his jeans and walked to the table, kicking it over and ripping off one of the legs. It was heavy as he tested its swing, but that would be a better force multiplier than nothing at all.
After he double checked everything he had on him. He took a deep breath and opened his door quietly.
DM Post
It seemed as though all was silent on this floor, but all was not as it seemed. The softest of snarls could be heard from down the hallway, the sound of nails scratching against wood down the other way. Light filtered in, shadowy and vague as a few of the hall lights flickered back and forth before staying on. The stark reality of the blood that seemed to be smeared along the walls and smudged footprints along the floor could only speak of one thing. One such thing thing stumbled out from what once was it's dorm room, the light and life gone from it's eyes as it smelled the young man who just opened his door.
Shambling forward, the body fell to the floor thudding down with a grumbling growl before crawling forward, it's hands outstretched towards the male. Blood seemed to slip from beneath it's nails, and dripped down from its eyes. Groaning slowly filled the empty air as it drew closer to the human, and the scratching noises from further beyond grew louder as the crawling zombie made more noise.
Ivan Crosse
The nurse had experienced a lot of what most people would consider macabre in his time at the hospital. Yet the fetid stench of the blood and decaying flesh nearly had him stumbling as he took an involuntary step backwards. He blinked the tears from his eyes that had tried to defend themselves from the reek and sidestepped the infested thing as it fell down. His grip on the table leg tightened as his eyes darted to both exits of the hallway.
`Dammit. I need to find another way down. I'll just have to see if there's anything of use in the other dorm. Hopefully a better way down.' Turning his attention quickly back to the crawling mess, he quickly swung the table leg over his shoulder and down into its skull with a sickening crunch. He threw all of his body weight into the second swing as to make certain he wouldn't have to deal with that one again. Stepping into the things dorm, he shut the door behind him, locking the deadbolt and taking a quick scan of the room.
DM Post
Inside the now locked room, he would still be able to hear the nails scratching along wood but the noise was much softer than before. As he looked around, he would see a laundry basket of blankets, towels and sheets piled up in one corner. Although the smell inside made it impossible to tell if they happened to be clean or not. One window was slightly open already, to the left of the blood covered chair and the broken and scattered lamp pieces that caked the floor. Sunlight filled this room brightly, highlighting the blood pools and making the stink much worse inside than in the hallway.
Ivan Crosse
Ivan kept his mouth and nose covered with the tip of his shirt as he walked around the lamp pieces. He strode to the laundry basket and nudged it with his shoe, spilling it across the floor, looking to see if there was anything unsavory inside. 'Well, if nothing else, I could always play adventurer and tie a rope made out of blankets and towels.' He sighed and gingerly dug through the pile, keeping an eye out.
DM Post
The basket contained a rather large amount of towels and sheets, showing that perhaps it was laundry day when the person who lived here died. On inspection, the cloth seemed to be clean. The male would have been able to hear the noises from the window outside and see as several people moved away from the dorms, heading into town. By this time, the sun would be beating down onto the bodies left behind in what one would call "art".
Ivan Crosse
Ivan did his best to ignore the sight and smell of rotting fetid flesh as he began tying the sheets blankets and towels together and pulling them tight. I don't think this will be enough. Maybe? The nurse took out his medical thread and used a bit of it to sew the knots a bit tighter, and hopefully they wouldn't rip apart even if the knot didn't hold He supposed it would have to do for what he had available and opened the window, looking straight down to see if the way was clear
Ivan opened the window and walked over to the opposite wall, tying the makeshift rope to the chair with a knot and moved it to just under the window sill to lock it in place. As he clambered over the window and out onto the repel below, he tested the ropes steadiness with his weight while holding onto the ledge. After he built up his courage, he began climbing down the rope, using any cracks he could find as foot holds to ease his way down. When his feet touched the grass outside the dorm he breathed a shaky sigh of relief and squat to take in the area around him. The smell of death wasnt as bad with the ventilation. But it still made his eyes water as he looked upon the "art". He decided to make it quick and began walking quickly and quietly to the path that led to Med.
DM Post
As the male moved across the ground, the subtle sound of growling and snarling could be heard not all that far away. Perhaps an echo, from even further away? The further from the dorms he went, he would be able to hear it louder.
The hordes of zombies had managed to start crossing the campus on the far side, hundreds making their way towards the town. Slow, shambling creatures, with a fairly pungent smell that could be smelled anywhere within half a mile from the hordes. While their steps may no longer be in sync, the thudding on the ground left little doubt that something was indeed coming. The closer to the med building the male moved, the more he felt the vibrations through the ground.
Ivan Crosse
The nurse bit the inside of his cheek and cursed himself for not bringing extra supplies home from the hospital as he did his best to slip off the path and walk between the trees counting his path towards the med building. The dirt kept his footsteps quieter and hopefully kept the stupid things from seeing him. The scent must have been covered from all the fetid air. As he made it to the back of the building he felt under the shade along the wall, feeling for the door handle while looking about him. His panic was rising hut he kept himself breathing slowly.
Ivan 's eyes cracked open as the early afternoon light creeped into the room, illuminating the tired and dirty nurse in his bloody scrubs. He sat up in his bed, hand to his temple as his eyes throbbed. 'What time is it? How long have I been laying here?' His thoughts were slow and muddled as his body began to wake with him.
He stood slowly from the hazy comfort of the bed that still threatened to lure him back to sleep. He walked to his table sat by his couch, and wondered idly where his roommate had been the past few days to have not been crashed here with a bottle of tequila in his hand. Bending over, he picked up a half drank monster energy drink and downed the rest of it, clearing his throat. As he was walking to the window to draw back the curtains a horrid stench filled his nose, one that made him go cold. It was the same stench that would fill the room when a dying patient finally succumbed to their illness. He ran to his closet and emptied his pockets, setting the bandages and suturing kit to the side. He slipped off his scrubs and tossed on a brown shirt, his favorite blue jeans and tied his running shoes. He slipped his medical supplies into his jeans and walked to the table, kicking it over and ripping off one of the legs. It was heavy as he tested its swing, but that would be a better force multiplier than nothing at all.
After he double checked everything he had on him. He took a deep breath and opened his door quietly.
DM Post
It seemed as though all was silent on this floor, but all was not as it seemed. The softest of snarls could be heard from down the hallway, the sound of nails scratching against wood down the other way. Light filtered in, shadowy and vague as a few of the hall lights flickered back and forth before staying on. The stark reality of the blood that seemed to be smeared along the walls and smudged footprints along the floor could only speak of one thing. One such thing thing stumbled out from what once was it's dorm room, the light and life gone from it's eyes as it smelled the young man who just opened his door.
Shambling forward, the body fell to the floor thudding down with a grumbling growl before crawling forward, it's hands outstretched towards the male. Blood seemed to slip from beneath it's nails, and dripped down from its eyes. Groaning slowly filled the empty air as it drew closer to the human, and the scratching noises from further beyond grew louder as the crawling zombie made more noise.
Ivan Crosse
The nurse had experienced a lot of what most people would consider macabre in his time at the hospital. Yet the fetid stench of the blood and decaying flesh nearly had him stumbling as he took an involuntary step backwards. He blinked the tears from his eyes that had tried to defend themselves from the reek and sidestepped the infested thing as it fell down. His grip on the table leg tightened as his eyes darted to both exits of the hallway.
`Dammit. I need to find another way down. I'll just have to see if there's anything of use in the other dorm. Hopefully a better way down.' Turning his attention quickly back to the crawling mess, he quickly swung the table leg over his shoulder and down into its skull with a sickening crunch. He threw all of his body weight into the second swing as to make certain he wouldn't have to deal with that one again. Stepping into the things dorm, he shut the door behind him, locking the deadbolt and taking a quick scan of the room.
DM Post
Inside the now locked room, he would still be able to hear the nails scratching along wood but the noise was much softer than before. As he looked around, he would see a laundry basket of blankets, towels and sheets piled up in one corner. Although the smell inside made it impossible to tell if they happened to be clean or not. One window was slightly open already, to the left of the blood covered chair and the broken and scattered lamp pieces that caked the floor. Sunlight filled this room brightly, highlighting the blood pools and making the stink much worse inside than in the hallway.
Ivan Crosse
Ivan kept his mouth and nose covered with the tip of his shirt as he walked around the lamp pieces. He strode to the laundry basket and nudged it with his shoe, spilling it across the floor, looking to see if there was anything unsavory inside. 'Well, if nothing else, I could always play adventurer and tie a rope made out of blankets and towels.' He sighed and gingerly dug through the pile, keeping an eye out.
DM Post
The basket contained a rather large amount of towels and sheets, showing that perhaps it was laundry day when the person who lived here died. On inspection, the cloth seemed to be clean. The male would have been able to hear the noises from the window outside and see as several people moved away from the dorms, heading into town. By this time, the sun would be beating down onto the bodies left behind in what one would call "art".
Ivan Crosse
Ivan did his best to ignore the sight and smell of rotting fetid flesh as he began tying the sheets blankets and towels together and pulling them tight. I don't think this will be enough. Maybe? The nurse took out his medical thread and used a bit of it to sew the knots a bit tighter, and hopefully they wouldn't rip apart even if the knot didn't hold He supposed it would have to do for what he had available and opened the window, looking straight down to see if the way was clear
Ivan opened the window and walked over to the opposite wall, tying the makeshift rope to the chair with a knot and moved it to just under the window sill to lock it in place. As he clambered over the window and out onto the repel below, he tested the ropes steadiness with his weight while holding onto the ledge. After he built up his courage, he began climbing down the rope, using any cracks he could find as foot holds to ease his way down. When his feet touched the grass outside the dorm he breathed a shaky sigh of relief and squat to take in the area around him. The smell of death wasnt as bad with the ventilation. But it still made his eyes water as he looked upon the "art". He decided to make it quick and began walking quickly and quietly to the path that led to Med.
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As the male moved across the ground, the subtle sound of growling and snarling could be heard not all that far away. Perhaps an echo, from even further away? The further from the dorms he went, he would be able to hear it louder.
The hordes of zombies had managed to start crossing the campus on the far side, hundreds making their way towards the town. Slow, shambling creatures, with a fairly pungent smell that could be smelled anywhere within half a mile from the hordes. While their steps may no longer be in sync, the thudding on the ground left little doubt that something was indeed coming. The closer to the med building the male moved, the more he felt the vibrations through the ground.
Ivan Crosse
The nurse bit the inside of his cheek and cursed himself for not bringing extra supplies home from the hospital as he did his best to slip off the path and walk between the trees counting his path towards the med building. The dirt kept his footsteps quieter and hopefully kept the stupid things from seeing him. The scent must have been covered from all the fetid air. As he made it to the back of the building he felt under the shade along the wall, feeling for the door handle while looking about him. His panic was rising hut he kept himself breathing slowly.
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