Sara Laiford
Sara kept walking but she didn't keep track of how long. Soon enough though, the trees started to clear out and the sweeping lawn of the campus was in front of her. She stayed behind a tree for a few minutes, maybe five, to see if there was any movement before she slipped out and crossed the lush green grass before her. Coming to one of the buildings, she was able to slip inside with no trouble.
Chris John
He had kept his distance from her through most of the remaining woods. Using his long legs and limber body to his advantage. She had stopped behind a tree for a moment and he had thought she found out about him following her but he was relieved to see that she had not, and even more excited when he found out where she was headed. It looked like a large campus ground. CJ was filled with joy and anticipation. Perhaps he could finally regroup with his brother after salvaging some new computer tech, he thought to himself. He waited and watched her slip into the building, waited a moment then continues to stalk her.
Sara kept walking but she didn't keep track of how long. Soon enough though, the trees started to clear out and the sweeping lawn of the campus was in front of her. She stayed behind a tree for a few minutes, maybe five, to see if there was any movement before she slipped out and crossed the lush green grass before her. Coming to one of the buildings, she was able to slip inside with no trouble.
Chris John
He had kept his distance from her through most of the remaining woods. Using his long legs and limber body to his advantage. She had stopped behind a tree for a moment and he had thought she found out about him following her but he was relieved to see that she had not, and even more excited when he found out where she was headed. It looked like a large campus ground. CJ was filled with joy and anticipation. Perhaps he could finally regroup with his brother after salvaging some new computer tech, he thought to himself. He waited and watched her slip into the building, waited a moment then continues to stalk her.
Grace Gibson
The beep came soon, too soon and if it weren't for her drive and pure wish to reach her goal she would've been stuck inside. It was her determination that got her to move and move she did. She moved quick and soon, she was making her way in the direction of the dorms' parking lot. In honesty, she would've chosen to go through the trees that surrounded part of the dorms if it weren't for her fear of that which she couldn't see. In full honesty, she wished she'd left her keycard inside of the dorms so that she wouldn't have to fight this overwhelming urge to turn back to the safety of the building.
Instead, she made her way, albeit slower than she'd like as she tried to stay in the middle of the path as much as possible, eyes scanning her surroundings and attempting to search for any incoming danger. She wanted to be prepared, so prepared and while the gun she had on her probably would make her feel prepared, it didn't due to her sheer lack of experience with weapons. All she could do was hope for the best and so she did, although curious eyes roamed towards the campus' entrance, where a slightly familiar truck had arrived that slowly made it's way towards the school building before coming to a halt.
No zombies so far... that's good... so far so good... she thought to herself, getting startled and having her thoughts stopped by the loud vibration of the phone in her pocket. Xena? Something must've happened if the girl called her back this fast. Something horrible, something awful... maybe she wouldn't even hear Xena when she picked up. With racing heart and racing thoughts, she automatically swiped to pick up without even reading who it was that was calling.
"Hello? Xena? I'm on my way." She spoke in sheer assumption of it being the friend she had only acquired that school year. Little did she know that it was the friend that she considered family who was actually calling her.
Sasha's gruff voice spill out of the phone, "Grace! Thank God. Where the hell are you?!?"
"Sasha?" She asked in disbelief. It wasn't hard to know that it was in fact her best friend on the other side of the line, she'd be able to recognize her amongst hundreds of others. She didn't doubt it one bit, she just felt surprised as she'd expected Xena. For a second, she moved the phone away from her face to look at the caller ID and confirm it was Sasha that had called her before she replied.
"On campus, on my way to the coffee shop. There's something wrong with Xena, she's scared. She called me. I'm going to get her. Whatever is going on out here is seriously messed up. Are you okay?" She rambled, only pausing to take a deep breath when she had spoken her sentences. The talking had her slowing down a bit as she walked on but it still was rather clear that she was indeed walking.
There was a muffled hiss from Sasha's end, an odd unnerving sound that would have grated on the ears of most people. "Grace, I'll go get her. You need to get back inside. Like now! I sent my truck back with some strangers in it, one woman has babies. I need you to find them and get them inside. I don't know what the fuck is going on, but it's not safe outside. Not at all." Sasha's voice was calm and clear, nearly the opposite of Grace's. "Go back inside the dorms, don't go outside unless you have no choice. I'll be there as soon as I can, I swear it."
The hiss stopped Grace in her tracks and she visibly flinched as her friend spoke to her. Yes, she'd been asked to stay inside the dorms and no, she hadn't listened. She knew she had messed up, but Xena needed help so of course she had to do something. At the mention of Sasha getting Xena, she shook her head rapidly as if her friend was there to see the motion.
"No... no.. I'll fix it. I'll find a way... Just please..." She tried, her voice breaking as she failed to speak further. She wanted to beg her to come back, say that she needed her best friend more than ever and that she was lost and scared and worried sick. But she knew Sasha and she knew how much duty mattered to her friend. She could hear it in her friend's voice too, right in that moment. Taking a deep breath, she tried to steady her own so that she could match at least half of the calmness her friend portrayed.
"I see the truck. I didn't realize it was yours. I'll go to them." She said. "I'll get them inside." She added. Knowing that that would mark the end of their conversation, she quickly said five more words before ending the phone call.
"Be safe. I love you."
Sadessa Dawn
Sadessa's mind had warped for a moment, it seemed like she was sent into another plain of existence with all of the hullabaloo going on. It took her a moment, but she regained consciousness in reality when the truck stopped. She looked around, no zombies anywhere but the barrel of her gun was still hot and smoking from her constant shooting. Sasha was gone, she could still somewhat makeout who was there even though her eyesight was waving badly.
Her foggy eyes flickered from one end of the campus grounds to the other, then she remembered something: Yeltsin.. she thought, reloading her shotgun with a few rounds before cocking it and jumping out of the truck. She hopped out of the bed of the truck and looked around, "Yelstin.. Yeltsin.." she tried to jolt her memory, get it to figure out which building she last saw him in. "The hell are you?" She asked in a mutter.
Grace Gibson
Grace had only just hung up the phone when she turned back to face the other way. She'd seen the truck and now that she squeezed her eyes into the darkness to focus, it did indeed look like Sasha's. She wished she'd seen it before but then what? Knowing her, she would've ran up to it in hopes of seeing Sasha before getting absolutely horrified at the sight of her not being there. No, it was better this way. At least she knew that Sasha was alive and okay now, hopefully it would stay that way.
She moved from walking into a light jog as she headed in the direction of the school buildings, keeping an eye left and right while trying to stay in the middle of the path. Meanwhile, her fingers fracantly typed on the screen of her phone to get a message out to Talia, hoping that the educator would be near and possibly able to check up on Xena or go get her. In reality, she probably had to message Xena herself but she didn't want to worry the girl either. Not if there was no need to, at least.
As the path slimmed down, she locked her phone and slowed her pace, making sure that she could keep an eye on her surroundings and notice every detail. So far so good it seemed, there were no weird movements she could register near her and the coast appeared to be clear as she neared the pond.
It was there that she spotted movement again, this time in the form of a certain lady jumping out of the truck. She wasn't sure, but it appeared to be the same lady she had seen in the dorms before. If so, then the woman was absolutely nuts but not a direct threat to Grace.
Slowly making her way over, she made a waving gesture at the woman before she reached the truck, which was where she scanned the vehicle to see who was in there.
"Hey, Sasha sent me to pick you all up and take you inside." She stated.
Jackie Griffith
He brought his eyes every which way, make sure it was safe before seeing a stranger wave toward the woman who had stepped out of the truck before Jackie did. For a second Jackie didn’t know if he even wanted to get out of the truck. He sighed, "More people”. He opened the door and jumped out careful to keep his eyes on the pavement. He held the door open for Will as he shifted from side to side, gesturing for him hurry up. The dog jumped out, his tail still as Jackie shut the door.
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"Yeah, I'm a freshmen. I stay at the dorms in the week." She answered before walking through the door. As they left the administration building, they only made it a few feet out before she stopped in her tracks, which could've been right in front of Leah's way for all she knew. She wasn't really paying a lot of attention to Leah anymore, her attention being caught by what was going on outside of the building instead.
She noticed a truck as well as two women, one of them looking rather disheveled while the other looked weirdly familiar. The disheveled one seemed to have been through a lot even though whatever was going on in the world had only been going on for such a short period of time. The truck itself didn't seem to look all perfect either. Blood splatters here and there caused unease within her.
Frankly, it was the shotgun that made her the most uncomfortable and she was grateful for the other woman's arrival. That one looked nice and smiled, although it wasn't a very wide smile. She'd seen her around for sure and she knew that that one stayed at the dorms as well. She was only stuck on her name as it had slipped her mind and now she couldn't recall it no matter how hard she tried.
"Eh... Hey folks." She said in greeting. It was genuine enough to not sound sarcastic but it sounded careful and calculated, even if it wasn't the most stoic line of greeting. Suddenly remembering the one she was with, she looked at Leah over her shoulder.
"I don't know all of them, but I do know the ginger." She claimed.
Leah Young
When Leah bumped into the girl she let out an soft yet annoyed "what the fuck" under her breath. Looking up past the girl she was looking at the two figures.
"Do you know- Oh....ok" She whispered nervously being cut off with the girl saying she knew the ginger
When the girl spoke out to them Leah mentally screamed at her- one of them was carrying a shot gun for crying out loud. The least the girl couldve done was form a plan with Leah, but after taking a hopefully not too loud or sarcastic sounding deep breath in Leah popped her head over the girl's shoulder
"hi there~" leah said in her best customer service voice
Sadessa Dawn
Sadessa paused, hearing a voice speak from directly behind her. She whipped around, catching the girl's wave with eyes widened as she tried to recall the red head before her. Oh, it's the other red head, the emotional red head from earlier. She pursued in her lips, the purple lipstick she wore had been wearing off throughout the whole ordeal.
"Yeah no I ain't going anywhere until I find Yeltsin, okay?" Sadessa announced stubbornly, resting her sawed off shotgun on her shoulder as she gave Grace a one two. Suddenly, more voices began to speak and with a lifted brow she moved her clouded, eerie looking eyes towards two more women who came towards the group. She clicked her tongue, clearing her vision. Her lip curled at the fanciful little Instagram looking chick as she reached over into her pocket, pulled out her zippo and lit her long dead cigar, taking a few puffs. The tone of voice that reminded her of customer service irked her. Although, even the friendliest voice would irk her.
Her eyes flicked towards the woman in front of her, her finger slipped over the trigger of her shotgun. She locked her tongue, giving off soundwaves so that her vision cleared enough to see their faces.
"Dont tell me we are collecting more people." She said to Grace, puffing another puff of her cigar, smoking came out of her nostrils this time as she exhaled.
Grace Gibson
From what Grace had seen of the woman earlier that day, she couldn't say that she was all too surprised about the stubbornness in her voice. Something also told her that it would be no use to try and force her to come along and given that the woman had a shotgun, it could end really badly for Grace.
It was that which had now brought her in a moral battle, where part of her wanted to push through on what Sasha had asked for her to do while the other refused to lie to this woman, or to anyone else really. It could be easy, oh so easy, if Grace wasn't the kind of person she was. If she had nothing against lying, she could simply state that she was rather sure that Levin was still in their dorm.
Sadly enough, Grace knew the truth and she knew that the woman wouldn't be able to find him there. Given how strongly the woman seemed to feel about finding Levin, she couldn't possibly pretend to know his location just to lure her inside right? No, that would be a horrible thing to do and she could easily imagine how she would feel if someone were to lie about Sasha to her.
Shaking her head at her foolish thoughts, she decided to tell the woman the truth.
"In all honesty, I do not know for sure where he's at. Last I knew he was at the dorms, but when I returned to them our apartment was empty and everyone was gone." She admitted, one side of her lips curling up in a half compassionate smile. No, if the woman were to go out looking for him, Grace wouldn't stop her. She seemed to be capable of handling herself after all.
As the two other women joined their group, she noticed the familiar face and the perfect girl that was standing next to her. The first made her smile and nod, the second made her frown. She could swear that she'd seen that one in a magazine rather recently, but this was not the time to ask questions.
Turning to Jackie and the truck instead, she noticed the mother with the babies in there.
"No matter what, we best head inside. At the very least, we need to get them inside. I think the dorms are the safest location, given that you can't access them without a key card." She decided. Whether or not the one with the cigar would follow her was up to her, however she did hope to be able to get everyone to follow. No matter what James had told her, Grace still hoped there was indeed safety in numbers.
Jackie Griffith
Jackies eyes surveyed all the females that stood near and prayed he didn’t have to talk to the mean looking one. His lips thinned in a displeased manner. His stance becoming awkward as he only stood and watched. He knew nothing of these people and was very confused about his goals from this point. All he wanted to do get some food to maybe get some hopes high enough for him to forget about the horrid two days he’d gone through. But some murderous hooligans always gotta get in the way. If he where braver he’d have just walked away now, fend himself and Will off on his own. But he didn’t have that confidence, he knew virtually nothing of what was happening around him. Dead people just standin up and jitterin around town really makes one doubt themselves Jackie guessed. He took in a breath watching them converse and never once looked toward the woman he’d came here with due to his idiocy which to Jackies displeasure he couldn’t put behind him. Obviously, he’d already apologized but, he didn’t know if she’d accepted it or not. Jackie’s look of displeasure became embarrassed once more, his stance becoming still and unmoving in his embarrassment. He silently hoped he wouldn’t make a fool of himself once more and reached down to Will searching for comfort in his soft fur. The dog only wagged his tail at the touch of his master's hands. Jackie wondered what Will was thinking at this moment. Wondering if he was scared as he was.
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The rather loud and sarcastic sounding deep breath that Leah took didn't go unnoticed to her, and she frowned a little as her annoyance in the girl grew. What should they have done then? Should they have ignored all the people here and moved along, pretending these people were thin air? For all she knew, these people could actually help.
She did feel self-concious about the blood on her dress and once she had greeted everyone, she crossed her arms over her chest and tried her best to cover up the red streaks with her arms and her hands. It was a rather futile attempt as there was too much of it to cover up, and considering some spots where blood had been thicker weren't fully dried yet, the blood was transferred to her skin.
"She's right, it isn't save out here." She claimed, nodding a little when the girl said that they'd best head inside. It was exactly what she was intending too, and maybe now that there was a group of them she wouldn't have to deal with Leah on her own. That hope vanished when she heard the other woman speak though, making a comment about collecting more people.
"Collecting..." She huffed, rolling her eyes before turning on her heel so she could start heading to the dorms. She hoped the others would follow and beckoned for Leah to come with her before she turned to the one with the dog.
"Ain't no place for dogs out here either. If it were mine, I wouldn't dare to have him outside anymore." She said. She had a soft spot for animals, although not as much for babies. That became clear when she casted a look at whoever else was in the truck before shrugging their existance off.
She didn't get far though, as all of a sudden figures wandered out of the shadows next to the school building. Her attention still being on the group, she failed to see them before she was only a few feet away from them. It was then that she noticed the zombies, a small group of 3 that had been making it's way to where the voices came from.
"Fuck! Go, go!" She shouted, urging for the others to leave as soon as possible. Trying to get away from them too, she failed as one of the zombies reached out to her and grabbed her by the arm before biting down on it. The only thing that came from her was a horrified scream of pain and terror as she realized that she was now a lost cause too.
Leah Young
As the Girl screamed for the group to go Leah behind her rushed towards the group in the whirl of things Leah threw her heels at the group of zombies.
In a panic she yanked the back of the girl's dress tugging her inside panicking as she heard her screams "oh my God!!" Leah shrieked. Looking frantically for the help of others
Leah rummaged through her purse putting the pen in her mouth and ripping the cap of revealing the small scalpel like blade "i-i need bandages and peroxide! Antibiotics! That bite looks nasty..." Leah yelled out guiding the girl throughout the hallway not knowing where she was going
Sadessa Dawn
Sadessa's clouded eyes flicked from one person to another, her body there but her mind was elsewhere. She listened to the women speak, only half computing what they were saying as she kept her ears open for anything else that sounded odd or disconcerting.
Her teeth lightly chewed the moist end of her belicoso cigar, her mind wandering back to what Grace had said about Yeltsin's last whereabouts. Her answer wasn't one that was pleasant to hear, the little yam could be anywhere by now. "If I were Yeltsin.." she murmured under her breath as she took her cigar out and spat some tobacco out of her mouth. When the ladies began moving their way inside, she stood there and watched. She wasnt about to follow, the one she took commands from was no longer around and she listened to nobody.
A huff escaped her, then she turned to attempt to go her own way. Before she could take a step, she heard one woman screaming. First it was a shout of command, but then a screech that made the bounty hunter's blood run cold. She whipped around, the sound waves emitting from the screams cleared her vision. Three zombies! Sadessa went into action, slamming her heels into the pavement as she ran over to the group.
The fancy lass separated the victim from the predator, giving Sadessa time to distract them. "Oy! Oy over here ya undead ass eaters! In this case, its literal." She looked over to the right as if she was talking to a camera, winking at practically nothing.
The zombies turned to her attention, black gunk, blood and drool dripped down their rotting maws. Their faded, lifeless eyes honed in on her. The stumbled and drug their feet, and Sadessa stepped backwards. "Awh. Kinds cute arent you. I think I'll name you three, Larry, Curly and Moe! You like those names?"
The zombies groaned in response.
The zombies turned to her attention, black gunk, blood and drool dripped down their rotting maws. Their faded, lifeless eyes honed in on her. The stumbled and drug their feet, and Sadessa stepped backwards. "Awh. Kinds cute arent you. I think I'll name you three, Larry, Curly and Moe! You like those names?"
The zombies groaned in response.
She grinned, "Alright, new friends! Let's play a game. Its called duck, duck, goose. Duuuuck-" she aimed her shotgun at one, "Duuuuuck-" she aimed at another, "Goose!" She blasted the head off of one, cackling and jumping up and down. "Hahaha! Again, again!!" She repeated the process until all three were down, blood and brains scattered around her, splattering even onto her. She relit her cigar, then puffed a few hits. "Whew that was a good game." And with that, she wiped her face and looked towards the building and whoever was outside with her.
Grace Gibson
If anyone was going to lead, Grace thought it would be her. Sasha had told her to take control of the situation and bring them to the dorms after all. Get them save, get them inside, especially the woman with the babies. It was an easy enough task, or at least it had seemed that way before the other girl that lived on the floor below her had chosen to lead instead.
Her gaze darted left and right, noticing how at least one had no intention of following her anywhere. Grace herself did want to head back to the dorms, however she didn't wish to go there without bringing the woman with the babies to safety. And the dog, oh Grace loved dogs and she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she was the reason something happened to one!
Moving to the truck and Jackie, she turned to both the woman and him as she spoke. "I know you're scared, that's okay. I'll get you all to safety though. You might doubt on whether or not you can trust me and I don't blame you, but I'm Sasha's friend and I intend to do what she's asked for me to do. I hope that that's alri-" She managed to bring out, before getting interrupted by a loud and piercing scream.
She turned to the origin of the sound and saw the zombie that digged into the girl's arm before the girl was getting pulled away by the other, who took her back inside the building. Her eyes widening in horror, she noticed the zombies approach, blood dripping off of one's mouth as a piece of skin dangled from it's teeth. She was about to run, about to scream, about to do anything when Levin's friend approached the three and gave them nicknames. She then claimed to want to play a game with them and Grace thought the ground would collapse underneath her feet.
A game? This was no time for games, those creatures were dangerous! Did she even know what she was doing? As she slowly seemed to be losing her mind, she watched while Sadessa played her messed up game... Duck, duck, goose in the most horrifying version Grace had ever seen.
For a moment it appeared that she was in shock by the events, but as the zombies fell down and the babies' cries started to pierce the air now that the gunshots had startled them she knew what to do again. Somehow, she managed to think clearly and focus on what Sasha had asked of her.
"Safety, I need to bring you all to safety." She claimed, walking around Sasha's truck and taking place in the driver's seat. In all honesty, Grace barely knew how to drive and didn't have her license, but the dorms weren't far and she had to be able to make her way over there, yes? It sure was better then asking a woman with two babies to run for her life.
"Get back in the car," She said to Sadessa, Jackie and his dog. She really only expected for Jackie and the dog to listen to her but regardless of that, it was a statement that sounded more like a command than a request. The next thing she did was gesture for Leah and the girl inside to come out so that they too could get into the truck. Any medical attention would have to wait, the goal for now was the dorms.
Jackie Griffith
Jackie patted Wills flat head to comfort them both, it had been a stressful day fighting for each other's lives and Jackie was ready to put it behind him. He could feel the weight of the food in his bag as he crouched to the dog's height. Must be hungry to, Jackie thought patting Will's head, poor guy hadn’t eaten either. Just as Jackie was about to pull his backpack of his back one of the women threw a comment toward him, “Ain’t no place for dogs out here either, if it where mine...”, Jackie ignored her comment. He knew Will could stick out for himself if needed and it wasn’t like Jackie would ever leave him, this dog was the only piece of family he had left, and he would protect him with his life. If he’d had never let will go outside, they both would have starved to death as Will wouldn’t go anywhere Jackie didn't. Jackie hugged the fluffy dog when he thought about it, one more day and they would have died there, no other choice, he thought. Will groaned at him in response trying to get Jackie to stand up again, it seemed Jackie could rely on Will to make sure none of the strangers he was with stabbed him while he hugged Will like an overprotective parent. Jackie pat the fuzzy dogs head again before standing back up to pay attention to what was going on around him. Just then Jackie heard the same woman shout, it wasn’t long until Jackie saw one of the monster's bite down on her and he wasn’t about to stand around shouting for people to leave. Jackie picked his bat from his bookbag holding it out in front of him with both hands. He pulled will behind him and they both tried to step away. Jackie heard one of the women let out a shout of surprise and someone began demanding medical supplies. For what? A dead person? He wondered for second what she’d even plan to do before once again be addressed. Jackies boots stumbled on the pavement as one of monsters turned their heads to look him in the eye.
Grey, just like woman at the grocery store he was dead. Tears pricked at his panicked emerald eyes but before anything could reach out to him another one of the women, the scary one led them away. She made a flourish in getting rid of each one. He heard someone tell him to get in truck, but how could move? Jackie had looked into the eyes of something that kills without thought, like an animal. HIs boots stood frozen on the ground hit bat still in front of him, with shifty eyes watching the scary woman kill the killers. Will wined and Jackie's head seemed to spin around like a horror movie monster but, his eyes shifty over the dog's face before settling in warm brown orbs. His sholders relaxed and he picked will up from the ground and made his way to the truck as told, he kept his eyes in the dogs as he set Will inside the truck and got in without giving it a second thought.
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Things happened fast and while the zombies outside had met Sadessa, none of them living to speak on it, she'd been dragged inside by the girl she'd met less than an hour before. She was curious as to why she'd been dragged inside, but as she heard the woman ask for medical equipment her eyes widened in shock and she stared at her in disbelief. It seemed that at least one of them hadn't realized what getting bitten meant and she tried to figure out how she could best tell her.
From what she had seen with her brother, those that were bitten were lost and she doubted any antibiotics or other measures would help. Perhaps cutting off the entire arm would, in some movies it had stopped the infection from spreading but she wasn't exactly planning on living on without one of her arms. No, she had lost enough that day, and as things stood there was little to live for.
Upon seeing the ginger beckon for them to get in the truck, she planned to take Leah to it. She would've done so too, if it hadn't been for a bunch of zombies that were still in the building and making their way down the hall towards where they stood. She could see their slow movements and smell the blood on them as they got closer, panic rising inside of her as she ran the options through her head at a million miles an hour.
"Go, please go.. I beg you. Bring yourself to safety." She said to the girl, grabbing both of her arms to look her in the eye. "Get out of here, live, please..." She added, the last words coming out more strongly before she turned her around between her hands and pushed her out of the doors, into the direction of the truck. Not willing to let the zombies get to her or to any of the other survivors, she was ready to do what she thought she had to do.
The growing group of zombies that approached her from behind came close enough to reach her and she quickly closed the doors behind Leah, standing against them so that they couldn't be reopened while she waited for the zombies to come even closer. Moving the gun upwards, she held her fingers on the safety and the trigger while she closed her eyes and waited for the first zombie to touch her. Then, she shot.
Leah Young
Noticing the small group of zombies Leah had no time to react before she was pushed outside the doors stomach sinking as she heard the doors click in place: locking her from the outside.
Hot tears streaming down her face Leah slammed her hand on the door trying to get the Girl's attention "LET ME IN!!" She screamed her voice cracking as her cool composure was breaking
Banging on the door Leah knew that if she didnt get in soon the girl would be attacked and turn into the very thing the girl feared.
"Your brother wouldnt want this!!!"
Leah screeched rattling the doorknob- she didnt stop until she heard the gunshot.
The painful ringing caused Leah to hold her breath and slide down the door, a sob was caught in her throat.
Leah was worried that the girl had shot herself and she didnt have the courage to stand up to peer inside; although she had known her for an hour she kept her safe and now her safety was in question again.
Leah didnt dare to grab her heels, or stand up she was struck by fear.
Grace Gibson
For a moment, nobody seemed to be doing what she'd asked and Grace was growing impatient. The man with the dog seemed to be frozen on the spot, Sadessa seemed to have no intention of joining them and the two women were dealing with their own things inside the building. Normally, Grace would offer to help them and gather medical equipment but as things stood, she could only focus on the mission that had been given to her, in particular when it came to the woman that sat next to her and the babies.
If she was anything like Sasha under stress and through danger, she'd probably believe that nobody should get left behind. It'd make the most sense, but Grace wasn't as brave as her best friend and so she'd stick to doing what she had to. As Jackie and his dog finally got into the truck, she shouted a wish of good luck to the one that was wielding the gun, knowing that she'd probably take of in search of Levin. After that, she intended to step on the gas and take the truck to the dorms as fast as possible, but she got rudely interrupted by the screaming and begging of the girl that had been locked out the building.
What she witnessed next was horrifying, as while the girl begged and pleaded she could see the zombies inside of the building that were heading towards the other that held the doors closed. Seeing the gun, Grace realized what the girl was about to do and cussed loudly, exiting the truck and grabbing the other's shoes before heading towards her. Before she even made it to the building, the girl had collapsed against the outside of the door, the other matching her position on the inside. The only difference between the two was that one was alive and panicking while the other was surrounded by zombies that took advantage of their meal. Judging by the blood and matter that was dripping down against the glass, she doubted the meal was still alive though.
Covering her mouth with her free hand, she made her way closer to the girls while fighting her gag reflex before grabbing the girl's arm upon reaching her and attempting to pull her up on her feet.
"Come on... we have to go. I know how you feel right now but we really have to go. There's no time to waste, soon enough they'll be done with her and find a way to get through the doors again." She said, realizing the dead body could only block the door for so long and that the zombies would soon lose interest in it.
If she managed to get the girl up and moving, she'd make her way up to the truck with her. If she didn't, she'd attempt to drag her along to the best of her abilities. Once she'd finally reach the truck once more, this time with the girl, she'd take of and drive it to the dorms.
Jackie Griffith
Jackie stared out the window of the truck at the woman from before climbed in the driver's seat next to him. He stared at her before she went to answer the call of another one of the woman’s screaming, Jackie didn’t think it was the scary one though. “The one who doesn't know about the bites”, Jackie told Will. Jackie reached over to the driver seats door and slammed it shut. No way he was going back out there but, he wished the lady good luck in her mission. Will growled from the back seat. “What? I don’t want one of those zombies to wander in, okay?”, Jackie spoke as he sat back down in his seat watching the window. He felt kind of bad for letting that lady go get her alone but, he wouldn’t have been of any help. Jackie drew his knees to chest in thought, He probably would have just frozen up again. The second he looks into the eyes of one of them he freaks out, so far it seemed that avoiding there glancee worked well enough. He nodded sitting back up in his seat. “Let's just stay put”, he muttered.
Leah Young
At first leah stumbled her legs felt like a mass of numbness.
that girl was her first encounter of kindness from the outside world; that being one outside of the celebrity life. She wasnt fake and by the way she acted she probably didnt know leah's name, and leah felt the world of dread not knowing the girl's name.
Leah felt ashamed to run to the truck but what could she do? The groaning of the individuals inside as they devoured their meal, leah was in shock her mind wouldnt allow her to correlate the sounds of the intestines of her friend being mauled by those things the low hums of them feasting on her made Leah gag.
"Zom...Zombies? Theyre what they called right??" Leah asked once she was in the truck her voice was dazed and somewhat distant "i-i could never get past the beginning of any horror film...theyre too boring.." Leah took a deep breath in "i just know they attack people..."
Grace Gibson
Grace felt grateful as she noticed that Jackie and Will had remained in the truck together with the woman and her babies. She was even more glad that Leah started walking with her, even if it was more like stumbling at first. Trying her best to support the girl, they eventually made their way back to the truck.
The groaning of the zombies became louder and Grace visibly cringed at the sound, knowing exactly what they were doing without having to look back. The same thing had happened that morning to Jake, and seeing it happen once was enough for one day even if this time it wasn't one of her closest friends. She knew that the clock was ticking and that the zombies would finish soon, and even before they finished one might try to open the doors. Such was the case as when she too got back into the truck, the door was already pushed open and a single zombie wandered out, blood and guts running down from his jaw onto his chest.
Grace gagged too and hurried as she turned the key, the truck roaring back to live before she stepped on the gas to get out of there as soon as possible. She did register the questions that Leah asked her, and halfly turned her head to be able to answer the woman.
"Zombies yes. They attack people, eat them. Sole drive is food. Kill them by beheading them or putting a bullet in their head. Arrows work too but who even keeps those anymore?" She asked nobody in particular before she rambled on. "Pretty slow, luckily for us. But their bite will infect and turn you and the only way to stop it is getting rid of whatever limb they bit into. Then again, there's no saying whether or not that works in real life. Hell knows I haven't tried." She added, sharing what she knew about them from the many tv shows and movies she'd watched. For once, being a geek and watching all of those things didn't seem bad at all. In fact, it turned out to be rather handy.
She turned back to Jackie and his dog as they reached the dorms, and chose to park the truck on the dorm's parking lot, taking the spot closest to the building.
"The ones that are leaving the administration building won't get here before we're inside, but we do need to go right now and hurry up. Keep an eye on your surroundings, there might be more here." She said as she turned the key back and exited the vehicle, taking the key with her and shoving it in her pocket.
"Inside, we'll be safe. You need a key card to enter and the doors will close behind us. That said, a student could've turned still so we better watch out after all." She continued, giving them the general rundown of directions as if she was running on autopilot. She personally made sure everyone let the vehicle, including the woman and her babies before letting them walk ahead of her towards the dorm's doors while she scanned their surroundings.
As they made it to the door safely, she pushed her student ID against the reader and waited for the beep before the doors opened to let them into the hallway.
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As the truck with the 3 of them made it's way onto the campus, it didn't stop on the parking lot and instead proceeded to make it's way to the dorms. Now that Xena didn't need to get picked up by them, they could immediately head to their actual destination. Passing a wandering zombie here and there, they soon drove past the administration building, where they saw the remains of the girl that had passed in the doorway and two zombies who were finishing the last of the meal. Others had left the entrance of the building, most of them having wandered in the direction of the dorms but having lost interest in that building too as the scent of those that had entered the dorms had vanished without a trace.
That had caused for them to head in different directions, a few zombies heading into the groups of trees that surrounded half of the dorms while the others had headed deeper onto the grounds, in the direction of the pond. Undisturbed, the truck itself managed to make it's way to the Dorms parking lot, where it was parked next to Sasha's truck.
Jackie Griffith
Jackie stared out the window as the woman driving spoke. He had no idea why he was here or who these people where. Jackie guessed they were with the red headed woman from the grocery store but, he didn’t know that woman either. And as nice as having people around was, it was no use if he didn’t trust him. Will’s tail wagged back and forth exited to be up front with Jackie but, the only reason he wasn’t in the back was because of the lady who had to be rescued. Who knew if she was bit, who knew if the brave lady was bit either, the thought made Jackie scoot away from her a little. The woman who was driving kept talking, this time Jackie tuned in a little as she explained why they were about to go into the dorms. He really hoped it was as safe as it sounded.
Davinci Bjelke
Pulling into the parking lot, he looked at his gas gauge. Satisfied that it hadn't moved much, he shut the engine off and let it die down, before shutting off all the lights and popping the door open. He then hopped out, walking over to one of his myriad of doors on the side of his truck. He checked his welder, just in case, before popping the door open, and meticulously setting his tools in their proper holders. He then shut the door, before going to another one and removing his current tool belt, putting it on the rack, and taking a second one off, putting it on his waist. This one had a couple of large metal hoops on the sides, and he shut the door, before walking around to the back of the truck. He motioned for Bob to get out already, before reaching under the truck and pulling out a large sledgehammer, which he then placed in one of the loops with the hammer head at his waist. "Never know, just in case." After that, he latched the holder, before standing back up. "Alright, where should we go? I know we're at the dorms, but there's bound to be a snack area. I'm starving so much, I could eat a person." He looked at them, waiting to see if it was too early for the pun, before chuckling softly to himself and turning towards the dorms.
The beep came soon, too soon and if it weren't for her drive and pure wish to reach her goal she would've been stuck inside. It was her determination that got her to move and move she did. She moved quick and soon, she was making her way in the direction of the dorms' parking lot. In honesty, she would've chosen to go through the trees that surrounded part of the dorms if it weren't for her fear of that which she couldn't see. In full honesty, she wished she'd left her keycard inside of the dorms so that she wouldn't have to fight this overwhelming urge to turn back to the safety of the building.
Instead, she made her way, albeit slower than she'd like as she tried to stay in the middle of the path as much as possible, eyes scanning her surroundings and attempting to search for any incoming danger. She wanted to be prepared, so prepared and while the gun she had on her probably would make her feel prepared, it didn't due to her sheer lack of experience with weapons. All she could do was hope for the best and so she did, although curious eyes roamed towards the campus' entrance, where a slightly familiar truck had arrived that slowly made it's way towards the school building before coming to a halt.
No zombies so far... that's good... so far so good... she thought to herself, getting startled and having her thoughts stopped by the loud vibration of the phone in her pocket. Xena? Something must've happened if the girl called her back this fast. Something horrible, something awful... maybe she wouldn't even hear Xena when she picked up. With racing heart and racing thoughts, she automatically swiped to pick up without even reading who it was that was calling.
"Hello? Xena? I'm on my way." She spoke in sheer assumption of it being the friend she had only acquired that school year. Little did she know that it was the friend that she considered family who was actually calling her.
Sasha's gruff voice spill out of the phone, "Grace! Thank God. Where the hell are you?!?"
"Sasha?" She asked in disbelief. It wasn't hard to know that it was in fact her best friend on the other side of the line, she'd be able to recognize her amongst hundreds of others. She didn't doubt it one bit, she just felt surprised as she'd expected Xena. For a second, she moved the phone away from her face to look at the caller ID and confirm it was Sasha that had called her before she replied.
"On campus, on my way to the coffee shop. There's something wrong with Xena, she's scared. She called me. I'm going to get her. Whatever is going on out here is seriously messed up. Are you okay?" She rambled, only pausing to take a deep breath when she had spoken her sentences. The talking had her slowing down a bit as she walked on but it still was rather clear that she was indeed walking.
There was a muffled hiss from Sasha's end, an odd unnerving sound that would have grated on the ears of most people. "Grace, I'll go get her. You need to get back inside. Like now! I sent my truck back with some strangers in it, one woman has babies. I need you to find them and get them inside. I don't know what the fuck is going on, but it's not safe outside. Not at all." Sasha's voice was calm and clear, nearly the opposite of Grace's. "Go back inside the dorms, don't go outside unless you have no choice. I'll be there as soon as I can, I swear it."
The hiss stopped Grace in her tracks and she visibly flinched as her friend spoke to her. Yes, she'd been asked to stay inside the dorms and no, she hadn't listened. She knew she had messed up, but Xena needed help so of course she had to do something. At the mention of Sasha getting Xena, she shook her head rapidly as if her friend was there to see the motion.
"No... no.. I'll fix it. I'll find a way... Just please..." She tried, her voice breaking as she failed to speak further. She wanted to beg her to come back, say that she needed her best friend more than ever and that she was lost and scared and worried sick. But she knew Sasha and she knew how much duty mattered to her friend. She could hear it in her friend's voice too, right in that moment. Taking a deep breath, she tried to steady her own so that she could match at least half of the calmness her friend portrayed.
"I see the truck. I didn't realize it was yours. I'll go to them." She said. "I'll get them inside." She added. Knowing that that would mark the end of their conversation, she quickly said five more words before ending the phone call.
"Be safe. I love you."
Sadessa Dawn
Sadessa's mind had warped for a moment, it seemed like she was sent into another plain of existence with all of the hullabaloo going on. It took her a moment, but she regained consciousness in reality when the truck stopped. She looked around, no zombies anywhere but the barrel of her gun was still hot and smoking from her constant shooting. Sasha was gone, she could still somewhat makeout who was there even though her eyesight was waving badly.
Her foggy eyes flickered from one end of the campus grounds to the other, then she remembered something: Yeltsin.. she thought, reloading her shotgun with a few rounds before cocking it and jumping out of the truck. She hopped out of the bed of the truck and looked around, "Yelstin.. Yeltsin.." she tried to jolt her memory, get it to figure out which building she last saw him in. "The hell are you?" She asked in a mutter.
Grace Gibson
Grace had only just hung up the phone when she turned back to face the other way. She'd seen the truck and now that she squeezed her eyes into the darkness to focus, it did indeed look like Sasha's. She wished she'd seen it before but then what? Knowing her, she would've ran up to it in hopes of seeing Sasha before getting absolutely horrified at the sight of her not being there. No, it was better this way. At least she knew that Sasha was alive and okay now, hopefully it would stay that way.
She moved from walking into a light jog as she headed in the direction of the school buildings, keeping an eye left and right while trying to stay in the middle of the path. Meanwhile, her fingers fracantly typed on the screen of her phone to get a message out to Talia, hoping that the educator would be near and possibly able to check up on Xena or go get her. In reality, she probably had to message Xena herself but she didn't want to worry the girl either. Not if there was no need to, at least.
As the path slimmed down, she locked her phone and slowed her pace, making sure that she could keep an eye on her surroundings and notice every detail. So far so good it seemed, there were no weird movements she could register near her and the coast appeared to be clear as she neared the pond.
It was there that she spotted movement again, this time in the form of a certain lady jumping out of the truck. She wasn't sure, but it appeared to be the same lady she had seen in the dorms before. If so, then the woman was absolutely nuts but not a direct threat to Grace.
Slowly making her way over, she made a waving gesture at the woman before she reached the truck, which was where she scanned the vehicle to see who was in there.
"Hey, Sasha sent me to pick you all up and take you inside." She stated.
Jackie Griffith
He brought his eyes every which way, make sure it was safe before seeing a stranger wave toward the woman who had stepped out of the truck before Jackie did. For a second Jackie didn’t know if he even wanted to get out of the truck. He sighed, "More people”. He opened the door and jumped out careful to keep his eyes on the pavement. He held the door open for Will as he shifted from side to side, gesturing for him hurry up. The dog jumped out, his tail still as Jackie shut the door.
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"Yeah, I'm a freshmen. I stay at the dorms in the week." She answered before walking through the door. As they left the administration building, they only made it a few feet out before she stopped in her tracks, which could've been right in front of Leah's way for all she knew. She wasn't really paying a lot of attention to Leah anymore, her attention being caught by what was going on outside of the building instead.
She noticed a truck as well as two women, one of them looking rather disheveled while the other looked weirdly familiar. The disheveled one seemed to have been through a lot even though whatever was going on in the world had only been going on for such a short period of time. The truck itself didn't seem to look all perfect either. Blood splatters here and there caused unease within her.
Frankly, it was the shotgun that made her the most uncomfortable and she was grateful for the other woman's arrival. That one looked nice and smiled, although it wasn't a very wide smile. She'd seen her around for sure and she knew that that one stayed at the dorms as well. She was only stuck on her name as it had slipped her mind and now she couldn't recall it no matter how hard she tried.
"Eh... Hey folks." She said in greeting. It was genuine enough to not sound sarcastic but it sounded careful and calculated, even if it wasn't the most stoic line of greeting. Suddenly remembering the one she was with, she looked at Leah over her shoulder.
"I don't know all of them, but I do know the ginger." She claimed.
Leah Young
When Leah bumped into the girl she let out an soft yet annoyed "what the fuck" under her breath. Looking up past the girl she was looking at the two figures.
"Do you know- Oh....ok" She whispered nervously being cut off with the girl saying she knew the ginger
When the girl spoke out to them Leah mentally screamed at her- one of them was carrying a shot gun for crying out loud. The least the girl couldve done was form a plan with Leah, but after taking a hopefully not too loud or sarcastic sounding deep breath in Leah popped her head over the girl's shoulder
"hi there~" leah said in her best customer service voice
Sadessa Dawn
Sadessa paused, hearing a voice speak from directly behind her. She whipped around, catching the girl's wave with eyes widened as she tried to recall the red head before her. Oh, it's the other red head, the emotional red head from earlier. She pursued in her lips, the purple lipstick she wore had been wearing off throughout the whole ordeal.
"Yeah no I ain't going anywhere until I find Yeltsin, okay?" Sadessa announced stubbornly, resting her sawed off shotgun on her shoulder as she gave Grace a one two. Suddenly, more voices began to speak and with a lifted brow she moved her clouded, eerie looking eyes towards two more women who came towards the group. She clicked her tongue, clearing her vision. Her lip curled at the fanciful little Instagram looking chick as she reached over into her pocket, pulled out her zippo and lit her long dead cigar, taking a few puffs. The tone of voice that reminded her of customer service irked her. Although, even the friendliest voice would irk her.
Her eyes flicked towards the woman in front of her, her finger slipped over the trigger of her shotgun. She locked her tongue, giving off soundwaves so that her vision cleared enough to see their faces.
"Dont tell me we are collecting more people." She said to Grace, puffing another puff of her cigar, smoking came out of her nostrils this time as she exhaled.
Grace Gibson
From what Grace had seen of the woman earlier that day, she couldn't say that she was all too surprised about the stubbornness in her voice. Something also told her that it would be no use to try and force her to come along and given that the woman had a shotgun, it could end really badly for Grace.
It was that which had now brought her in a moral battle, where part of her wanted to push through on what Sasha had asked for her to do while the other refused to lie to this woman, or to anyone else really. It could be easy, oh so easy, if Grace wasn't the kind of person she was. If she had nothing against lying, she could simply state that she was rather sure that Levin was still in their dorm.
Sadly enough, Grace knew the truth and she knew that the woman wouldn't be able to find him there. Given how strongly the woman seemed to feel about finding Levin, she couldn't possibly pretend to know his location just to lure her inside right? No, that would be a horrible thing to do and she could easily imagine how she would feel if someone were to lie about Sasha to her.
Shaking her head at her foolish thoughts, she decided to tell the woman the truth.
"In all honesty, I do not know for sure where he's at. Last I knew he was at the dorms, but when I returned to them our apartment was empty and everyone was gone." She admitted, one side of her lips curling up in a half compassionate smile. No, if the woman were to go out looking for him, Grace wouldn't stop her. She seemed to be capable of handling herself after all.
As the two other women joined their group, she noticed the familiar face and the perfect girl that was standing next to her. The first made her smile and nod, the second made her frown. She could swear that she'd seen that one in a magazine rather recently, but this was not the time to ask questions.
Turning to Jackie and the truck instead, she noticed the mother with the babies in there.
"No matter what, we best head inside. At the very least, we need to get them inside. I think the dorms are the safest location, given that you can't access them without a key card." She decided. Whether or not the one with the cigar would follow her was up to her, however she did hope to be able to get everyone to follow. No matter what James had told her, Grace still hoped there was indeed safety in numbers.
Jackie Griffith
Jackies eyes surveyed all the females that stood near and prayed he didn’t have to talk to the mean looking one. His lips thinned in a displeased manner. His stance becoming awkward as he only stood and watched. He knew nothing of these people and was very confused about his goals from this point. All he wanted to do get some food to maybe get some hopes high enough for him to forget about the horrid two days he’d gone through. But some murderous hooligans always gotta get in the way. If he where braver he’d have just walked away now, fend himself and Will off on his own. But he didn’t have that confidence, he knew virtually nothing of what was happening around him. Dead people just standin up and jitterin around town really makes one doubt themselves Jackie guessed. He took in a breath watching them converse and never once looked toward the woman he’d came here with due to his idiocy which to Jackies displeasure he couldn’t put behind him. Obviously, he’d already apologized but, he didn’t know if she’d accepted it or not. Jackie’s look of displeasure became embarrassed once more, his stance becoming still and unmoving in his embarrassment. He silently hoped he wouldn’t make a fool of himself once more and reached down to Will searching for comfort in his soft fur. The dog only wagged his tail at the touch of his master's hands. Jackie wondered what Will was thinking at this moment. Wondering if he was scared as he was.
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The rather loud and sarcastic sounding deep breath that Leah took didn't go unnoticed to her, and she frowned a little as her annoyance in the girl grew. What should they have done then? Should they have ignored all the people here and moved along, pretending these people were thin air? For all she knew, these people could actually help.
She did feel self-concious about the blood on her dress and once she had greeted everyone, she crossed her arms over her chest and tried her best to cover up the red streaks with her arms and her hands. It was a rather futile attempt as there was too much of it to cover up, and considering some spots where blood had been thicker weren't fully dried yet, the blood was transferred to her skin.
"She's right, it isn't save out here." She claimed, nodding a little when the girl said that they'd best head inside. It was exactly what she was intending too, and maybe now that there was a group of them she wouldn't have to deal with Leah on her own. That hope vanished when she heard the other woman speak though, making a comment about collecting more people.
"Collecting..." She huffed, rolling her eyes before turning on her heel so she could start heading to the dorms. She hoped the others would follow and beckoned for Leah to come with her before she turned to the one with the dog.
"Ain't no place for dogs out here either. If it were mine, I wouldn't dare to have him outside anymore." She said. She had a soft spot for animals, although not as much for babies. That became clear when she casted a look at whoever else was in the truck before shrugging their existance off.
She didn't get far though, as all of a sudden figures wandered out of the shadows next to the school building. Her attention still being on the group, she failed to see them before she was only a few feet away from them. It was then that she noticed the zombies, a small group of 3 that had been making it's way to where the voices came from.
"Fuck! Go, go!" She shouted, urging for the others to leave as soon as possible. Trying to get away from them too, she failed as one of the zombies reached out to her and grabbed her by the arm before biting down on it. The only thing that came from her was a horrified scream of pain and terror as she realized that she was now a lost cause too.
Leah Young
As the Girl screamed for the group to go Leah behind her rushed towards the group in the whirl of things Leah threw her heels at the group of zombies.
In a panic she yanked the back of the girl's dress tugging her inside panicking as she heard her screams "oh my God!!" Leah shrieked. Looking frantically for the help of others
Leah rummaged through her purse putting the pen in her mouth and ripping the cap of revealing the small scalpel like blade "i-i need bandages and peroxide! Antibiotics! That bite looks nasty..." Leah yelled out guiding the girl throughout the hallway not knowing where she was going
Sadessa Dawn
Sadessa's clouded eyes flicked from one person to another, her body there but her mind was elsewhere. She listened to the women speak, only half computing what they were saying as she kept her ears open for anything else that sounded odd or disconcerting.
Her teeth lightly chewed the moist end of her belicoso cigar, her mind wandering back to what Grace had said about Yeltsin's last whereabouts. Her answer wasn't one that was pleasant to hear, the little yam could be anywhere by now. "If I were Yeltsin.." she murmured under her breath as she took her cigar out and spat some tobacco out of her mouth. When the ladies began moving their way inside, she stood there and watched. She wasnt about to follow, the one she took commands from was no longer around and she listened to nobody.
A huff escaped her, then she turned to attempt to go her own way. Before she could take a step, she heard one woman screaming. First it was a shout of command, but then a screech that made the bounty hunter's blood run cold. She whipped around, the sound waves emitting from the screams cleared her vision. Three zombies! Sadessa went into action, slamming her heels into the pavement as she ran over to the group.
The fancy lass separated the victim from the predator, giving Sadessa time to distract them. "Oy! Oy over here ya undead ass eaters! In this case, its literal." She looked over to the right as if she was talking to a camera, winking at practically nothing.
The zombies turned to her attention, black gunk, blood and drool dripped down their rotting maws. Their faded, lifeless eyes honed in on her. The stumbled and drug their feet, and Sadessa stepped backwards. "Awh. Kinds cute arent you. I think I'll name you three, Larry, Curly and Moe! You like those names?"
The zombies groaned in response.
The zombies turned to her attention, black gunk, blood and drool dripped down their rotting maws. Their faded, lifeless eyes honed in on her. The stumbled and drug their feet, and Sadessa stepped backwards. "Awh. Kinds cute arent you. I think I'll name you three, Larry, Curly and Moe! You like those names?"
The zombies groaned in response.
She grinned, "Alright, new friends! Let's play a game. Its called duck, duck, goose. Duuuuck-" she aimed her shotgun at one, "Duuuuuck-" she aimed at another, "Goose!" She blasted the head off of one, cackling and jumping up and down. "Hahaha! Again, again!!" She repeated the process until all three were down, blood and brains scattered around her, splattering even onto her. She relit her cigar, then puffed a few hits. "Whew that was a good game." And with that, she wiped her face and looked towards the building and whoever was outside with her.
Grace Gibson
If anyone was going to lead, Grace thought it would be her. Sasha had told her to take control of the situation and bring them to the dorms after all. Get them save, get them inside, especially the woman with the babies. It was an easy enough task, or at least it had seemed that way before the other girl that lived on the floor below her had chosen to lead instead.
Her gaze darted left and right, noticing how at least one had no intention of following her anywhere. Grace herself did want to head back to the dorms, however she didn't wish to go there without bringing the woman with the babies to safety. And the dog, oh Grace loved dogs and she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she was the reason something happened to one!
Moving to the truck and Jackie, she turned to both the woman and him as she spoke. "I know you're scared, that's okay. I'll get you all to safety though. You might doubt on whether or not you can trust me and I don't blame you, but I'm Sasha's friend and I intend to do what she's asked for me to do. I hope that that's alri-" She managed to bring out, before getting interrupted by a loud and piercing scream.
She turned to the origin of the sound and saw the zombie that digged into the girl's arm before the girl was getting pulled away by the other, who took her back inside the building. Her eyes widening in horror, she noticed the zombies approach, blood dripping off of one's mouth as a piece of skin dangled from it's teeth. She was about to run, about to scream, about to do anything when Levin's friend approached the three and gave them nicknames. She then claimed to want to play a game with them and Grace thought the ground would collapse underneath her feet.
A game? This was no time for games, those creatures were dangerous! Did she even know what she was doing? As she slowly seemed to be losing her mind, she watched while Sadessa played her messed up game... Duck, duck, goose in the most horrifying version Grace had ever seen.
For a moment it appeared that she was in shock by the events, but as the zombies fell down and the babies' cries started to pierce the air now that the gunshots had startled them she knew what to do again. Somehow, she managed to think clearly and focus on what Sasha had asked of her.
"Safety, I need to bring you all to safety." She claimed, walking around Sasha's truck and taking place in the driver's seat. In all honesty, Grace barely knew how to drive and didn't have her license, but the dorms weren't far and she had to be able to make her way over there, yes? It sure was better then asking a woman with two babies to run for her life.
"Get back in the car," She said to Sadessa, Jackie and his dog. She really only expected for Jackie and the dog to listen to her but regardless of that, it was a statement that sounded more like a command than a request. The next thing she did was gesture for Leah and the girl inside to come out so that they too could get into the truck. Any medical attention would have to wait, the goal for now was the dorms.
Jackie Griffith
Jackie patted Wills flat head to comfort them both, it had been a stressful day fighting for each other's lives and Jackie was ready to put it behind him. He could feel the weight of the food in his bag as he crouched to the dog's height. Must be hungry to, Jackie thought patting Will's head, poor guy hadn’t eaten either. Just as Jackie was about to pull his backpack of his back one of the women threw a comment toward him, “Ain’t no place for dogs out here either, if it where mine...”, Jackie ignored her comment. He knew Will could stick out for himself if needed and it wasn’t like Jackie would ever leave him, this dog was the only piece of family he had left, and he would protect him with his life. If he’d had never let will go outside, they both would have starved to death as Will wouldn’t go anywhere Jackie didn't. Jackie hugged the fluffy dog when he thought about it, one more day and they would have died there, no other choice, he thought. Will groaned at him in response trying to get Jackie to stand up again, it seemed Jackie could rely on Will to make sure none of the strangers he was with stabbed him while he hugged Will like an overprotective parent. Jackie pat the fuzzy dogs head again before standing back up to pay attention to what was going on around him. Just then Jackie heard the same woman shout, it wasn’t long until Jackie saw one of the monster's bite down on her and he wasn’t about to stand around shouting for people to leave. Jackie picked his bat from his bookbag holding it out in front of him with both hands. He pulled will behind him and they both tried to step away. Jackie heard one of the women let out a shout of surprise and someone began demanding medical supplies. For what? A dead person? He wondered for second what she’d even plan to do before once again be addressed. Jackies boots stumbled on the pavement as one of monsters turned their heads to look him in the eye.
Grey, just like woman at the grocery store he was dead. Tears pricked at his panicked emerald eyes but before anything could reach out to him another one of the women, the scary one led them away. She made a flourish in getting rid of each one. He heard someone tell him to get in truck, but how could move? Jackie had looked into the eyes of something that kills without thought, like an animal. HIs boots stood frozen on the ground hit bat still in front of him, with shifty eyes watching the scary woman kill the killers. Will wined and Jackie's head seemed to spin around like a horror movie monster but, his eyes shifty over the dog's face before settling in warm brown orbs. His sholders relaxed and he picked will up from the ground and made his way to the truck as told, he kept his eyes in the dogs as he set Will inside the truck and got in without giving it a second thought.
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Things happened fast and while the zombies outside had met Sadessa, none of them living to speak on it, she'd been dragged inside by the girl she'd met less than an hour before. She was curious as to why she'd been dragged inside, but as she heard the woman ask for medical equipment her eyes widened in shock and she stared at her in disbelief. It seemed that at least one of them hadn't realized what getting bitten meant and she tried to figure out how she could best tell her.
From what she had seen with her brother, those that were bitten were lost and she doubted any antibiotics or other measures would help. Perhaps cutting off the entire arm would, in some movies it had stopped the infection from spreading but she wasn't exactly planning on living on without one of her arms. No, she had lost enough that day, and as things stood there was little to live for.
Upon seeing the ginger beckon for them to get in the truck, she planned to take Leah to it. She would've done so too, if it hadn't been for a bunch of zombies that were still in the building and making their way down the hall towards where they stood. She could see their slow movements and smell the blood on them as they got closer, panic rising inside of her as she ran the options through her head at a million miles an hour.
"Go, please go.. I beg you. Bring yourself to safety." She said to the girl, grabbing both of her arms to look her in the eye. "Get out of here, live, please..." She added, the last words coming out more strongly before she turned her around between her hands and pushed her out of the doors, into the direction of the truck. Not willing to let the zombies get to her or to any of the other survivors, she was ready to do what she thought she had to do.
The growing group of zombies that approached her from behind came close enough to reach her and she quickly closed the doors behind Leah, standing against them so that they couldn't be reopened while she waited for the zombies to come even closer. Moving the gun upwards, she held her fingers on the safety and the trigger while she closed her eyes and waited for the first zombie to touch her. Then, she shot.
Leah Young
Noticing the small group of zombies Leah had no time to react before she was pushed outside the doors stomach sinking as she heard the doors click in place: locking her from the outside.
Hot tears streaming down her face Leah slammed her hand on the door trying to get the Girl's attention "LET ME IN!!" She screamed her voice cracking as her cool composure was breaking
Banging on the door Leah knew that if she didnt get in soon the girl would be attacked and turn into the very thing the girl feared.
"Your brother wouldnt want this!!!"
Leah screeched rattling the doorknob- she didnt stop until she heard the gunshot.
The painful ringing caused Leah to hold her breath and slide down the door, a sob was caught in her throat.
Leah was worried that the girl had shot herself and she didnt have the courage to stand up to peer inside; although she had known her for an hour she kept her safe and now her safety was in question again.
Leah didnt dare to grab her heels, or stand up she was struck by fear.
Grace Gibson
For a moment, nobody seemed to be doing what she'd asked and Grace was growing impatient. The man with the dog seemed to be frozen on the spot, Sadessa seemed to have no intention of joining them and the two women were dealing with their own things inside the building. Normally, Grace would offer to help them and gather medical equipment but as things stood, she could only focus on the mission that had been given to her, in particular when it came to the woman that sat next to her and the babies.
If she was anything like Sasha under stress and through danger, she'd probably believe that nobody should get left behind. It'd make the most sense, but Grace wasn't as brave as her best friend and so she'd stick to doing what she had to. As Jackie and his dog finally got into the truck, she shouted a wish of good luck to the one that was wielding the gun, knowing that she'd probably take of in search of Levin. After that, she intended to step on the gas and take the truck to the dorms as fast as possible, but she got rudely interrupted by the screaming and begging of the girl that had been locked out the building.
What she witnessed next was horrifying, as while the girl begged and pleaded she could see the zombies inside of the building that were heading towards the other that held the doors closed. Seeing the gun, Grace realized what the girl was about to do and cussed loudly, exiting the truck and grabbing the other's shoes before heading towards her. Before she even made it to the building, the girl had collapsed against the outside of the door, the other matching her position on the inside. The only difference between the two was that one was alive and panicking while the other was surrounded by zombies that took advantage of their meal. Judging by the blood and matter that was dripping down against the glass, she doubted the meal was still alive though.
Covering her mouth with her free hand, she made her way closer to the girls while fighting her gag reflex before grabbing the girl's arm upon reaching her and attempting to pull her up on her feet.
"Come on... we have to go. I know how you feel right now but we really have to go. There's no time to waste, soon enough they'll be done with her and find a way to get through the doors again." She said, realizing the dead body could only block the door for so long and that the zombies would soon lose interest in it.
If she managed to get the girl up and moving, she'd make her way up to the truck with her. If she didn't, she'd attempt to drag her along to the best of her abilities. Once she'd finally reach the truck once more, this time with the girl, she'd take of and drive it to the dorms.
Jackie Griffith
Jackie stared out the window of the truck at the woman from before climbed in the driver's seat next to him. He stared at her before she went to answer the call of another one of the woman’s screaming, Jackie didn’t think it was the scary one though. “The one who doesn't know about the bites”, Jackie told Will. Jackie reached over to the driver seats door and slammed it shut. No way he was going back out there but, he wished the lady good luck in her mission. Will growled from the back seat. “What? I don’t want one of those zombies to wander in, okay?”, Jackie spoke as he sat back down in his seat watching the window. He felt kind of bad for letting that lady go get her alone but, he wouldn’t have been of any help. Jackie drew his knees to chest in thought, He probably would have just frozen up again. The second he looks into the eyes of one of them he freaks out, so far it seemed that avoiding there glancee worked well enough. He nodded sitting back up in his seat. “Let's just stay put”, he muttered.
Leah Young
At first leah stumbled her legs felt like a mass of numbness.
that girl was her first encounter of kindness from the outside world; that being one outside of the celebrity life. She wasnt fake and by the way she acted she probably didnt know leah's name, and leah felt the world of dread not knowing the girl's name.
Leah felt ashamed to run to the truck but what could she do? The groaning of the individuals inside as they devoured their meal, leah was in shock her mind wouldnt allow her to correlate the sounds of the intestines of her friend being mauled by those things the low hums of them feasting on her made Leah gag.
"Zom...Zombies? Theyre what they called right??" Leah asked once she was in the truck her voice was dazed and somewhat distant "i-i could never get past the beginning of any horror film...theyre too boring.." Leah took a deep breath in "i just know they attack people..."
Grace Gibson
Grace felt grateful as she noticed that Jackie and Will had remained in the truck together with the woman and her babies. She was even more glad that Leah started walking with her, even if it was more like stumbling at first. Trying her best to support the girl, they eventually made their way back to the truck.
The groaning of the zombies became louder and Grace visibly cringed at the sound, knowing exactly what they were doing without having to look back. The same thing had happened that morning to Jake, and seeing it happen once was enough for one day even if this time it wasn't one of her closest friends. She knew that the clock was ticking and that the zombies would finish soon, and even before they finished one might try to open the doors. Such was the case as when she too got back into the truck, the door was already pushed open and a single zombie wandered out, blood and guts running down from his jaw onto his chest.
Grace gagged too and hurried as she turned the key, the truck roaring back to live before she stepped on the gas to get out of there as soon as possible. She did register the questions that Leah asked her, and halfly turned her head to be able to answer the woman.
"Zombies yes. They attack people, eat them. Sole drive is food. Kill them by beheading them or putting a bullet in their head. Arrows work too but who even keeps those anymore?" She asked nobody in particular before she rambled on. "Pretty slow, luckily for us. But their bite will infect and turn you and the only way to stop it is getting rid of whatever limb they bit into. Then again, there's no saying whether or not that works in real life. Hell knows I haven't tried." She added, sharing what she knew about them from the many tv shows and movies she'd watched. For once, being a geek and watching all of those things didn't seem bad at all. In fact, it turned out to be rather handy.
She turned back to Jackie and his dog as they reached the dorms, and chose to park the truck on the dorm's parking lot, taking the spot closest to the building.
"The ones that are leaving the administration building won't get here before we're inside, but we do need to go right now and hurry up. Keep an eye on your surroundings, there might be more here." She said as she turned the key back and exited the vehicle, taking the key with her and shoving it in her pocket.
"Inside, we'll be safe. You need a key card to enter and the doors will close behind us. That said, a student could've turned still so we better watch out after all." She continued, giving them the general rundown of directions as if she was running on autopilot. She personally made sure everyone let the vehicle, including the woman and her babies before letting them walk ahead of her towards the dorm's doors while she scanned their surroundings.
As they made it to the door safely, she pushed her student ID against the reader and waited for the beep before the doors opened to let them into the hallway.
DM Post
As the truck with the 3 of them made it's way onto the campus, it didn't stop on the parking lot and instead proceeded to make it's way to the dorms. Now that Xena didn't need to get picked up by them, they could immediately head to their actual destination. Passing a wandering zombie here and there, they soon drove past the administration building, where they saw the remains of the girl that had passed in the doorway and two zombies who were finishing the last of the meal. Others had left the entrance of the building, most of them having wandered in the direction of the dorms but having lost interest in that building too as the scent of those that had entered the dorms had vanished without a trace.
That had caused for them to head in different directions, a few zombies heading into the groups of trees that surrounded half of the dorms while the others had headed deeper onto the grounds, in the direction of the pond. Undisturbed, the truck itself managed to make it's way to the Dorms parking lot, where it was parked next to Sasha's truck.
Jackie Griffith
Jackie stared out the window as the woman driving spoke. He had no idea why he was here or who these people where. Jackie guessed they were with the red headed woman from the grocery store but, he didn’t know that woman either. And as nice as having people around was, it was no use if he didn’t trust him. Will’s tail wagged back and forth exited to be up front with Jackie but, the only reason he wasn’t in the back was because of the lady who had to be rescued. Who knew if she was bit, who knew if the brave lady was bit either, the thought made Jackie scoot away from her a little. The woman who was driving kept talking, this time Jackie tuned in a little as she explained why they were about to go into the dorms. He really hoped it was as safe as it sounded.
Davinci Bjelke
Pulling into the parking lot, he looked at his gas gauge. Satisfied that it hadn't moved much, he shut the engine off and let it die down, before shutting off all the lights and popping the door open. He then hopped out, walking over to one of his myriad of doors on the side of his truck. He checked his welder, just in case, before popping the door open, and meticulously setting his tools in their proper holders. He then shut the door, before going to another one and removing his current tool belt, putting it on the rack, and taking a second one off, putting it on his waist. This one had a couple of large metal hoops on the sides, and he shut the door, before walking around to the back of the truck. He motioned for Bob to get out already, before reaching under the truck and pulling out a large sledgehammer, which he then placed in one of the loops with the hammer head at his waist. "Never know, just in case." After that, he latched the holder, before standing back up. "Alright, where should we go? I know we're at the dorms, but there's bound to be a snack area. I'm starving so much, I could eat a person." He looked at them, waiting to see if it was too early for the pun, before chuckling softly to himself and turning towards the dorms.
Leah Young
Leah sat in the back of the truck her face had dried black tears from her mascara running down her face- she was in no mood to tidy herself up.
Leah did her best to process the information that the ginger was giving her "w-what do we do?" Leah finally managed to choke up "does anyone really prepare for this??" Before anyone could answer the truck came to an abrupt stop.
Leah quickly followed with nothing more to say all her questions would be answered at a later time.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha wasted no time, shoving open the door of the truck and nearly jumping out. She adjusted the strap of the rifle as she swung it on, her green eyes trackings Dave's movements even as she scanned the area around them intensely. Barely taking the time to wait for them, she took off for the dorm, the text she got telling her that Grace would be there, would be inside. At this point, Grace was Sasha's focus, her worry. She got to the door and remembered she had handed off her key card, but as she patted down her pockets, she realized she didn't. She must have gave them something else instead. She stopped for a moment and sniffed.. she could smell the gun powder. I guess one of them had to shoot she thought to herself. Assuming the two men were with her, she pulled out the card and swiped it to get the little green light and again, yanked the door open.
Robert Freelen
Bob looked at Dave with a flat look, waiting until Sasha was out of ear shot, before addressing him in a tone that was dead calm, entirely too calm for the situation. "Make no mistake, if we're running from those things and I have to deal with you, I will hamstring you and leave you to die." He then hopped out of the back of the truck. In this mindset, he was back in the war ,and in the war, civvies were collateral, especially those who didn't know when to take things seriously. He growled softly, before heading over to where Sasha had been, watching her for a moment, before heading inside with her.
Davinci Bjelke
Dave looked a bit haunted by what Bob had said. It was just supposed to be a joke, but he guessed neither of them had much of a sense of humor at this point. Shaking his head, he debated on heading back to his shop, since he was getting rather tired. After taking a moment, he decided against it, as driving sleepy was a good way to end up hurt, almost as bad as driving drunk. He put his headphones back around his ears, turning some more upbeat music on, before heading inside with the two of them.
Sadessa Dawn
Everyone had scattered, Grace wishes Sadessa good luck and in return the bounty hunter used her nub to salute but then Grace had went over to aid the screaming girl that was trying to do something that was hopeless. Sadessa watched with waving vision, then decided standing around wasnt a good idea to stand around. She shook her head, looking around. "The fuck are you, Levin.." she whispered to herself.
Taking a few smoke filled breaths she began walking down the street. It was relatively quiet, and she took in the mess that had been made earlier. Clicking her tongue to focus. Her heels clicked against the broken pavement, crushing loose cement as she continued on her way. She made her way around the campus, muttering the names of the buildings to herself as she passed them by. Last she saw Levin was at the dorms, but who's to say he was still there. Who's to say he didnt evacuate with a group of people? Who's to say he wasnt dead... the thought of the only person who once gave a damn about her killed her.
But he chose that other group over you.. a voice echoed in her head.
You're just disposable, easily forgotten. another whispered tauntingly.
If he gave a damn he would have chosen you, his best friend.
Tears formed in Sadessa's cloudy eyes, and anger began to rise in her chest. She spat out her cigar, then shouldered her gun as she stared angrily as the dormitory building. "That's right, you chose other people over me!" She shouted at the building.
"After all these fucking years we spent together out in the desert, survivin, you choose strangers over me?! How fucking dare you, you point sized piece of shit! I risked my life for you countless times! I sacrificed my own happiness for you! And you do me this way?! You abandoned me like May and Micheal did?! You promised youd never do what they did!" She continued to shout, kicking the dirt beneath her once she got onto the lawn.
Fuck you!! Fuck every one of the people here!!" Tears streamed down her face, tears she hadnt cried since her best friend and lover abandoned her 3 years ago. She fell to her knees, hanging her head low as she contemplated what to do next. Should she leave? Or just let zombies come and tear her apart? She thought and thought, and finally she decides there was only one option. She opened her mouth and stuck her shotgun barrel into it. She lingered there, shutting her eyes tight as she placed her finger on the trigger.
Click
"Well fuh.." she said, pulling the gun out of her mouth. "Fuck this shit..." she threw her shotgun off to the side and sat there, breaking down and sobbing in the grass.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha's slip from the dorms was sound less as she made her way over to Dave's truck. With ease, she slipped over the side of it and laid Grace's key card in the middle of the back and pulled free her phone again. "Hey, the card you need you is sitting in the back of the truck out front. Use it to get inside, there is extra keys to the stairs, Grace and the others are on the third floor. Go up and wait for me. I'll be back." She sent to L, before shifting and jumping from the truck, looking for Bob as she knew they would find out more working together.
Leslee Alexander
. She was content, having found a pair of earbuds stashed away in a desk drawer. Wireless would have been preferable, of course, but it had been so long since she’d lost herself in a song that she scarcely noticed the cord. Phone stashed in the pocket of her overalls, Leslee drew the whetstone across her blade one last time before returning it to her pack. The beat of the song throbbed in her bones but her feet did not tap, nor her lips part in song. It seemed like ages since noise was something that was simply part of life, nuisance or not. She missed laughter most, hers being a boisterous one, but having this moment of calm was more than enough to help her process the few weeks it had taken her to reach her destination.
. From the yellow and green remnants of the bruising on her wrists to the soreness of her back, the night she’d spent in the abandoned house at the edge of a small neighborhood in Clarey was the first rest she’d truly had since the beginning of the End. Refreshed with a breakfast of canned corn, dried blood spatter scrubbed from her face, and dirt beat from her overalls, she stood and examined her face for the first time in days. Pale cheeks were flushed. Eyes that once held a spark were hollow. Plush lips pressed into a scowl, her calloused fingertips traced her jawline. Her heart beat, but she felt like one of the rest. The risen.
. She left the bathroom swiftly, fleeing her reflection as if she were turning from a stranger. A thrust of her hand drove her survival knife into the sofa she approached, and without hesitation she stooped down to dip her fingertips in a fleshy opening on the double-tapped corpse staged on the rug. Another might have called her crazy, but she positioned the old decaying woman with respect before using her innards to trace symbols upon her exposed cheeks and carve shapes into her arms with the macabre paint.
. Bzzzzt-bzzzzt
. L’s brows narrowed. The woman always seemed to have perfect timing. The redhead glanced around the room, checking one more time for cameras before checking her phone. The message gave her directions to a meeting point that she was thankfully not far from, and her bloody tattoos would aid her a bit in getting there stealthily. The backpack that she’d left by the door returned to her aching back and the knife to her free hand.
. Bzzzzt-bzzzzt
. A way in, stashed in a truck waiting outside the college. Simple enough.
. A peek through the curtain showed a clear enough path for her to bolt. She moved low and slow, her grip on the twelve inch knife so firm that her pale knuckles looked entirely bone from afar, as if the End had begun to quite literally eat away at her. The click of the door’s handle as she turned it could have been a shotgun blast, but fate gave her the perfect window between waves of a horde that seemed to be moving through town. There was a creeper- a crawling one- 10 yards in the direction she needed to go, and she made it about halfway to the immobalized undead before it turned its empty eyes towards hers. It knew her for what she was, food, and she knew it for what it was… death. She slid her blade through its bobbing jawbone to silence it at once, not wanting it’s grunts to draw others.
. There were still so many things about the End she needed to learn, but how they communicated had not yet clicked in her mind. Better safe than sorry. Her eyes roved left to right carefully before she set off again heading towards the campus. Towards the closest to family she had available to her for hundreds of miles- a perfect stranger that she’d never even met. Though she was excited to meet Sasha, she still had the .40 if things got strange or she happened upon someone sketchy in the meantime.
Leah sat in the back of the truck her face had dried black tears from her mascara running down her face- she was in no mood to tidy herself up.
Leah did her best to process the information that the ginger was giving her "w-what do we do?" Leah finally managed to choke up "does anyone really prepare for this??" Before anyone could answer the truck came to an abrupt stop.
Leah quickly followed with nothing more to say all her questions would be answered at a later time.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha wasted no time, shoving open the door of the truck and nearly jumping out. She adjusted the strap of the rifle as she swung it on, her green eyes trackings Dave's movements even as she scanned the area around them intensely. Barely taking the time to wait for them, she took off for the dorm, the text she got telling her that Grace would be there, would be inside. At this point, Grace was Sasha's focus, her worry. She got to the door and remembered she had handed off her key card, but as she patted down her pockets, she realized she didn't. She must have gave them something else instead. She stopped for a moment and sniffed.. she could smell the gun powder. I guess one of them had to shoot she thought to herself. Assuming the two men were with her, she pulled out the card and swiped it to get the little green light and again, yanked the door open.
Robert Freelen
Bob looked at Dave with a flat look, waiting until Sasha was out of ear shot, before addressing him in a tone that was dead calm, entirely too calm for the situation. "Make no mistake, if we're running from those things and I have to deal with you, I will hamstring you and leave you to die." He then hopped out of the back of the truck. In this mindset, he was back in the war ,and in the war, civvies were collateral, especially those who didn't know when to take things seriously. He growled softly, before heading over to where Sasha had been, watching her for a moment, before heading inside with her.
Davinci Bjelke
Dave looked a bit haunted by what Bob had said. It was just supposed to be a joke, but he guessed neither of them had much of a sense of humor at this point. Shaking his head, he debated on heading back to his shop, since he was getting rather tired. After taking a moment, he decided against it, as driving sleepy was a good way to end up hurt, almost as bad as driving drunk. He put his headphones back around his ears, turning some more upbeat music on, before heading inside with the two of them.
Sadessa Dawn
Everyone had scattered, Grace wishes Sadessa good luck and in return the bounty hunter used her nub to salute but then Grace had went over to aid the screaming girl that was trying to do something that was hopeless. Sadessa watched with waving vision, then decided standing around wasnt a good idea to stand around. She shook her head, looking around. "The fuck are you, Levin.." she whispered to herself.
Taking a few smoke filled breaths she began walking down the street. It was relatively quiet, and she took in the mess that had been made earlier. Clicking her tongue to focus. Her heels clicked against the broken pavement, crushing loose cement as she continued on her way. She made her way around the campus, muttering the names of the buildings to herself as she passed them by. Last she saw Levin was at the dorms, but who's to say he was still there. Who's to say he didnt evacuate with a group of people? Who's to say he wasnt dead... the thought of the only person who once gave a damn about her killed her.
But he chose that other group over you.. a voice echoed in her head.
You're just disposable, easily forgotten. another whispered tauntingly.
If he gave a damn he would have chosen you, his best friend.
Tears formed in Sadessa's cloudy eyes, and anger began to rise in her chest. She spat out her cigar, then shouldered her gun as she stared angrily as the dormitory building. "That's right, you chose other people over me!" She shouted at the building.
"After all these fucking years we spent together out in the desert, survivin, you choose strangers over me?! How fucking dare you, you point sized piece of shit! I risked my life for you countless times! I sacrificed my own happiness for you! And you do me this way?! You abandoned me like May and Micheal did?! You promised youd never do what they did!" She continued to shout, kicking the dirt beneath her once she got onto the lawn.
Fuck you!! Fuck every one of the people here!!" Tears streamed down her face, tears she hadnt cried since her best friend and lover abandoned her 3 years ago. She fell to her knees, hanging her head low as she contemplated what to do next. Should she leave? Or just let zombies come and tear her apart? She thought and thought, and finally she decides there was only one option. She opened her mouth and stuck her shotgun barrel into it. She lingered there, shutting her eyes tight as she placed her finger on the trigger.
Click
"Well fuh.." she said, pulling the gun out of her mouth. "Fuck this shit..." she threw her shotgun off to the side and sat there, breaking down and sobbing in the grass.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha's slip from the dorms was sound less as she made her way over to Dave's truck. With ease, she slipped over the side of it and laid Grace's key card in the middle of the back and pulled free her phone again. "Hey, the card you need you is sitting in the back of the truck out front. Use it to get inside, there is extra keys to the stairs, Grace and the others are on the third floor. Go up and wait for me. I'll be back." She sent to L, before shifting and jumping from the truck, looking for Bob as she knew they would find out more working together.
Leslee Alexander
. She was content, having found a pair of earbuds stashed away in a desk drawer. Wireless would have been preferable, of course, but it had been so long since she’d lost herself in a song that she scarcely noticed the cord. Phone stashed in the pocket of her overalls, Leslee drew the whetstone across her blade one last time before returning it to her pack. The beat of the song throbbed in her bones but her feet did not tap, nor her lips part in song. It seemed like ages since noise was something that was simply part of life, nuisance or not. She missed laughter most, hers being a boisterous one, but having this moment of calm was more than enough to help her process the few weeks it had taken her to reach her destination.
. From the yellow and green remnants of the bruising on her wrists to the soreness of her back, the night she’d spent in the abandoned house at the edge of a small neighborhood in Clarey was the first rest she’d truly had since the beginning of the End. Refreshed with a breakfast of canned corn, dried blood spatter scrubbed from her face, and dirt beat from her overalls, she stood and examined her face for the first time in days. Pale cheeks were flushed. Eyes that once held a spark were hollow. Plush lips pressed into a scowl, her calloused fingertips traced her jawline. Her heart beat, but she felt like one of the rest. The risen.
. She left the bathroom swiftly, fleeing her reflection as if she were turning from a stranger. A thrust of her hand drove her survival knife into the sofa she approached, and without hesitation she stooped down to dip her fingertips in a fleshy opening on the double-tapped corpse staged on the rug. Another might have called her crazy, but she positioned the old decaying woman with respect before using her innards to trace symbols upon her exposed cheeks and carve shapes into her arms with the macabre paint.
. Bzzzzt-bzzzzt
. L’s brows narrowed. The woman always seemed to have perfect timing. The redhead glanced around the room, checking one more time for cameras before checking her phone. The message gave her directions to a meeting point that she was thankfully not far from, and her bloody tattoos would aid her a bit in getting there stealthily. The backpack that she’d left by the door returned to her aching back and the knife to her free hand.
. Bzzzzt-bzzzzt
. A way in, stashed in a truck waiting outside the college. Simple enough.
. A peek through the curtain showed a clear enough path for her to bolt. She moved low and slow, her grip on the twelve inch knife so firm that her pale knuckles looked entirely bone from afar, as if the End had begun to quite literally eat away at her. The click of the door’s handle as she turned it could have been a shotgun blast, but fate gave her the perfect window between waves of a horde that seemed to be moving through town. There was a creeper- a crawling one- 10 yards in the direction she needed to go, and she made it about halfway to the immobalized undead before it turned its empty eyes towards hers. It knew her for what she was, food, and she knew it for what it was… death. She slid her blade through its bobbing jawbone to silence it at once, not wanting it’s grunts to draw others.
. There were still so many things about the End she needed to learn, but how they communicated had not yet clicked in her mind. Better safe than sorry. Her eyes roved left to right carefully before she set off again heading towards the campus. Towards the closest to family she had available to her for hundreds of miles- a perfect stranger that she’d never even met. Though she was excited to meet Sasha, she still had the .40 if things got strange or she happened upon someone sketchy in the meantime.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha quickly jogged from the truck, avoiding the shambling zombies that still roamed around the area while she made her dash to the edge of the trees, where she assumed Bob would be waiting. He had only a few minutes ahead of her.
Sasha quickly jogged from the truck, avoiding the shambling zombies that still roamed around the area while she made her dash to the edge of the trees, where she assumed Bob would be waiting. He had only a few minutes ahead of her.
Timeskip of a few hours until the evening - DM Post
Elias and the boy made it onto the campus grounds, parking Tonya's car near the dorms before leaving a note for the redhaired woman (Sasha). They then headed to the medical building, seeing that the light was still on and headed inside, the doors closing behind them.
Elias and the boy made it onto the campus grounds, parking Tonya's car near the dorms before leaving a note for the redhaired woman (Sasha). They then headed to the medical building, seeing that the light was still on and headed inside, the doors closing behind them.
Sara Laiford
The screaming grated on her ears, making her want to freeze even as she trembled to run faster. She seen a car, kinda small?, She thought but seen it take off for the med building. She ducked behind a tree and watched as a man took and left a note on the dorms door and went inside the medical building. Her eyes darted left and right, fear making her eyes huge even as she shifted and raced towards the same door that the man and kid had went into.
Cyl
After what seemed like only a couple of minutes, Cyl's car could be heard roaring into the campus parking lot, on the south side of the campus. He then looked over at her. "I don't know where you're going, but stay safe." He then pointed towards the door of the car, motioning for her to open it.
The screaming grated on her ears, making her want to freeze even as she trembled to run faster. She seen a car, kinda small?, She thought but seen it take off for the med building. She ducked behind a tree and watched as a man took and left a note on the dorms door and went inside the medical building. Her eyes darted left and right, fear making her eyes huge even as she shifted and raced towards the same door that the man and kid had went into.
Cyl
After what seemed like only a couple of minutes, Cyl's car could be heard roaring into the campus parking lot, on the south side of the campus. He then looked over at her. "I don't know where you're going, but stay safe." He then pointed towards the door of the car, motioning for her to open it.
Cyl
Cyl
Cyl watched the woman head towards the dorms, shaking his head a bit. That place would be like a flimsy prison soon enough. He then looked at his watch, deciding against heading back to the bar from before. He debated on heading home ,before looking over at the Chemistry Building. He looked back at the dorms, debating on going over there, but didn’t wish to reveal himself just yet. Besides, a teacher hiding out with the students, especially a bunch of female students? The college would be scandalized. He chuckled softly to himself at that notion, before giving his engine a bit of a rev, then shutting it off.
He slid out of his car and grabbed his suitcase, before also grabbing his cane. Things seemed to be entirely too quiet here, like the calm before the storm. Even he didn’t realize the irony in that rather ominous thought. Unlocking the door to the Chemistry Building, he went inside.
Cyl
Cyl watched the woman head towards the dorms, shaking his head a bit. That place would be like a flimsy prison soon enough. He then looked at his watch, deciding against heading back to the bar from before. He debated on heading home ,before looking over at the Chemistry Building. He looked back at the dorms, debating on going over there, but didn’t wish to reveal himself just yet. Besides, a teacher hiding out with the students, especially a bunch of female students? The college would be scandalized. He chuckled softly to himself at that notion, before giving his engine a bit of a rev, then shutting it off.
He slid out of his car and grabbed his suitcase, before also grabbing his cane. Things seemed to be entirely too quiet here, like the calm before the storm. Even he didn’t realize the irony in that rather ominous thought. Unlocking the door to the Chemistry Building, he went inside.
Memphis The Demon
Memphis the Demon
There was a number of zombies that roamed the area. Their decayed breathing mixed with guttural roars and moans and groans. Any person that was subjected to hearing these sounds from the infected could go crazy from the feeling of unease alone. That’s when the silence emerged. It wasn’t instant, but gradual. Overtime in a matter of minutes. It was uneasy. While reassuring that the sounds of the infected came to a halt, it begged the question; how? And why so swiftly and slowly?
Flesh ripping and bones cracking broke the silence. An infected can be heard yelping before something sharp severs its withered tether of existence. Flesh continues to be sharply carved into. Ripping, chopping, skewered and stabbed. Footsteps calmly and at a steady walking pace for anyone human could be heard trudging through the grass. The man fixed seven decapitated bodies on the ground in a row close to the dorms. Bones breaking loudly can be seen to originate from this individual bending the arms forcefully. Each body was lined up with the utmost care. Corresponding with the bodies, their heads were propped up to sit leveled on their chest. Surely there were issues with those who did not have a clean cut to the neck. Three of the seven had a visible caving in of their torso were exposed ribs and chest cavities were opened to allow for the unbalanced heads a means of staying immobile on the body.
Subtlety was not the goal here. Any noise that had been made up until this point from the moving of the bodies to the desecration of the rotting corpses had no intent to be hidden. A job had to be done before he acquired what he needed in order to return. The dark brown eyes gleamed in what little light was presented as he looked over three more bodies. His black and mud-covered parka coat shrouded his form and made him appear additionally larger than he already had been with such a muscular build. A raised arm with machete in hand descends down with a fierce swiftness. Blood and chunks of flesh cling to the blade and fall off as he raises it for a second chop to a body’s neck. The head rolls over to muddied steel-toe boots. The man plunges the blade into the head. He proceeds to repeat this process with the remaining two bodies.
One by one he drags the three bodies to the side of the dorm building not far from the seven bodies laid out for display. He hesitantly held one of the heads in his hands. His thumbs pressed firmly into the cheekbones that caved in slightly with even the slightest pressure. Muscle tissue from the agape mouth was visibly ripped asunder and hanging along the inside of the cheek and the roof of the mouth. Not his doing but still impressive in terms of damage. The blood he was getting on his gloves seemed to fall out of neck’s hole for he didn’t realize how much pressure he had applied while holding the head.
After setting each head in the lap of the three bodies that now sat upright and in clear-as-day vision, he walks through a blanket of blood between the numerous bodies and places himself out of sight to anyone by hiding behind a mass of shrubs. Sitting on the ground, he removes something too heavy to be paper but just as flimsy. His thumb feels along the texture of the cleaned and now aged sheet of human flesh, silently waiting.
Sasha
She went out from the door and slowly stepped away from the building, her hand staying on the butt of the gun. Her eyes swept across the grounds, the utter silence nerve rending as she was expecting to hear the sounds of the zombies eating or at the very least moving around. She made it to her truck without issue and went to open the driver side door to look inside for the other set of keys. But something made her freeze suddenly, the door half open as she slowly turned from the truck to look the other way. Her eyes widened as she sees the line of bodies laying there and she crouched down against her truck, the pistol quickly held in her hand as she started looking around her more closely. Even still, she moved closer to the bodies, needing a better look at them. She flipped the safety off of the gun and went to walk closer to the bodies, her head shaking as she seen what had been done to them.
Memphis The Demon
Memphis the Demon
What message could the psychotic slasher decipher from the piece of flesh he held in his hand like a parchment with text? His brow visibly furrowed while his hands ran across its surface slowly. The thoughts...they build up in his head. So many, so frustrating. His fingers mend the skin harder and he comes close to crumbling it as his eyes widen. The voices become overwhelming. And then...silence. As if in a trance his gaze somehow fully relaxes. Eyes slowly shift upward from his sitting position. A female, an armed one. One of the various inhabitants of this land he has stalked at a distance for some time. One who seemed to handle herself as the dead defied their sentence to the afterlife and dared to walk with the living and consume the helpless. She was a prime candidate, and there for the taking. A narrow and bruised tongue emerges from his lips under his mask to moisten the outside of his mouth as he rises in an eerie manner.
The footsteps weren’t intentionally masked. His heavy body had a trail of thudding stomps almost with each step as he carried himself towards the girl. The machete gripped in his right hand had an audible mending and wear of its leather handle. The light graces his visage with clarity and detail. A six-foot-nine hulking man with visible broad stature; the black parka had a camouflage pattern that could be seen in the only clean section which was at his shoulders, everything else from his sleeved downwards to his gloved hands and black working trousers and boots were a combination of muddied and bloody. The blood itself was a mixture of fresh bodily liquid and aged blood that drier like paint to mix almost too well with the mud. His face’s features were halfway hidden due to the face mask that covered his nose down. Eyes a deep brown, and black eyebrows messed and feral in appearance. His skin wasn’t too pale, with a tad bit of color to keep him from looking sickly.
The face mask was half of a balaclava, ripped in places towards the chin that exposed some of his black beard. He reaches a gloved hand, the one that didn’t hold his weapon, to slick his long hair back and out of his line of vision. This made the hood of his parka fall off. As clear as he was now in any witness’s vision, the woman who had been looking at his masterpiece was in his sight clearly. Like prey. He spoke, with a deep voice that had a hint of age, but not that of one so elderly. Of one experienced, “That smell, mixed in with the blood and guts. That’s the sweet aroma of fear.” He said in a chilling tone, getting nearer to Sasha.
Sasha
Sasha froze, her head slowly tilting as she heard the unmistakable sounds of someone coming. The smell of decaying copper and rotting flesh stung her eyes slightly as her grip on her weapon tightened with ease. She kept her head cocked to the side, the muscles in her shoulders and legs tensing as she following the noises with only a small movement of her head. She wasn't looking for the stalker with her eyes, she was following the movements with her ears. Her eyes trailed over the broken bodies that had been left, her brows furrowed as she seeing a pattern but not understanding it. She shook her head slowly as she angled her body, step by very slow step to move around the broken people laying on display. It sickened her, the expression on her face was clearly of disgust before it was schooled back into one of an impassive nature. Her actions had put the bodies between her and the noises she had heard, and she turned quickly unsurprised with the gun held out at the man's head. "Fear is for those who don't know better. The rest of what you smell is nothing more than pitiful humans who died. What do you want?" She asked. Her entire body remained tense now, the male considerably larger than she was and entirely to close for her to run. Her voice was husky, not lowered at all as her green eyes focused sharply at the man's clothing. "YOU did this!?" She could see the splattering of blood on him in the dawn's breaking light. A quick and solid step back moved her another foot away from him, but not far enough yet.
Memphis the Demon
There was a number of zombies that roamed the area. Their decayed breathing mixed with guttural roars and moans and groans. Any person that was subjected to hearing these sounds from the infected could go crazy from the feeling of unease alone. That’s when the silence emerged. It wasn’t instant, but gradual. Overtime in a matter of minutes. It was uneasy. While reassuring that the sounds of the infected came to a halt, it begged the question; how? And why so swiftly and slowly?
Flesh ripping and bones cracking broke the silence. An infected can be heard yelping before something sharp severs its withered tether of existence. Flesh continues to be sharply carved into. Ripping, chopping, skewered and stabbed. Footsteps calmly and at a steady walking pace for anyone human could be heard trudging through the grass. The man fixed seven decapitated bodies on the ground in a row close to the dorms. Bones breaking loudly can be seen to originate from this individual bending the arms forcefully. Each body was lined up with the utmost care. Corresponding with the bodies, their heads were propped up to sit leveled on their chest. Surely there were issues with those who did not have a clean cut to the neck. Three of the seven had a visible caving in of their torso were exposed ribs and chest cavities were opened to allow for the unbalanced heads a means of staying immobile on the body.
Subtlety was not the goal here. Any noise that had been made up until this point from the moving of the bodies to the desecration of the rotting corpses had no intent to be hidden. A job had to be done before he acquired what he needed in order to return. The dark brown eyes gleamed in what little light was presented as he looked over three more bodies. His black and mud-covered parka coat shrouded his form and made him appear additionally larger than he already had been with such a muscular build. A raised arm with machete in hand descends down with a fierce swiftness. Blood and chunks of flesh cling to the blade and fall off as he raises it for a second chop to a body’s neck. The head rolls over to muddied steel-toe boots. The man plunges the blade into the head. He proceeds to repeat this process with the remaining two bodies.
One by one he drags the three bodies to the side of the dorm building not far from the seven bodies laid out for display. He hesitantly held one of the heads in his hands. His thumbs pressed firmly into the cheekbones that caved in slightly with even the slightest pressure. Muscle tissue from the agape mouth was visibly ripped asunder and hanging along the inside of the cheek and the roof of the mouth. Not his doing but still impressive in terms of damage. The blood he was getting on his gloves seemed to fall out of neck’s hole for he didn’t realize how much pressure he had applied while holding the head.
After setting each head in the lap of the three bodies that now sat upright and in clear-as-day vision, he walks through a blanket of blood between the numerous bodies and places himself out of sight to anyone by hiding behind a mass of shrubs. Sitting on the ground, he removes something too heavy to be paper but just as flimsy. His thumb feels along the texture of the cleaned and now aged sheet of human flesh, silently waiting.
Sasha
She went out from the door and slowly stepped away from the building, her hand staying on the butt of the gun. Her eyes swept across the grounds, the utter silence nerve rending as she was expecting to hear the sounds of the zombies eating or at the very least moving around. She made it to her truck without issue and went to open the driver side door to look inside for the other set of keys. But something made her freeze suddenly, the door half open as she slowly turned from the truck to look the other way. Her eyes widened as she sees the line of bodies laying there and she crouched down against her truck, the pistol quickly held in her hand as she started looking around her more closely. Even still, she moved closer to the bodies, needing a better look at them. She flipped the safety off of the gun and went to walk closer to the bodies, her head shaking as she seen what had been done to them.
Memphis The Demon
Memphis the Demon
What message could the psychotic slasher decipher from the piece of flesh he held in his hand like a parchment with text? His brow visibly furrowed while his hands ran across its surface slowly. The thoughts...they build up in his head. So many, so frustrating. His fingers mend the skin harder and he comes close to crumbling it as his eyes widen. The voices become overwhelming. And then...silence. As if in a trance his gaze somehow fully relaxes. Eyes slowly shift upward from his sitting position. A female, an armed one. One of the various inhabitants of this land he has stalked at a distance for some time. One who seemed to handle herself as the dead defied their sentence to the afterlife and dared to walk with the living and consume the helpless. She was a prime candidate, and there for the taking. A narrow and bruised tongue emerges from his lips under his mask to moisten the outside of his mouth as he rises in an eerie manner.
The footsteps weren’t intentionally masked. His heavy body had a trail of thudding stomps almost with each step as he carried himself towards the girl. The machete gripped in his right hand had an audible mending and wear of its leather handle. The light graces his visage with clarity and detail. A six-foot-nine hulking man with visible broad stature; the black parka had a camouflage pattern that could be seen in the only clean section which was at his shoulders, everything else from his sleeved downwards to his gloved hands and black working trousers and boots were a combination of muddied and bloody. The blood itself was a mixture of fresh bodily liquid and aged blood that drier like paint to mix almost too well with the mud. His face’s features were halfway hidden due to the face mask that covered his nose down. Eyes a deep brown, and black eyebrows messed and feral in appearance. His skin wasn’t too pale, with a tad bit of color to keep him from looking sickly.
The face mask was half of a balaclava, ripped in places towards the chin that exposed some of his black beard. He reaches a gloved hand, the one that didn’t hold his weapon, to slick his long hair back and out of his line of vision. This made the hood of his parka fall off. As clear as he was now in any witness’s vision, the woman who had been looking at his masterpiece was in his sight clearly. Like prey. He spoke, with a deep voice that had a hint of age, but not that of one so elderly. Of one experienced, “That smell, mixed in with the blood and guts. That’s the sweet aroma of fear.” He said in a chilling tone, getting nearer to Sasha.
Sasha
Sasha froze, her head slowly tilting as she heard the unmistakable sounds of someone coming. The smell of decaying copper and rotting flesh stung her eyes slightly as her grip on her weapon tightened with ease. She kept her head cocked to the side, the muscles in her shoulders and legs tensing as she following the noises with only a small movement of her head. She wasn't looking for the stalker with her eyes, she was following the movements with her ears. Her eyes trailed over the broken bodies that had been left, her brows furrowed as she seeing a pattern but not understanding it. She shook her head slowly as she angled her body, step by very slow step to move around the broken people laying on display. It sickened her, the expression on her face was clearly of disgust before it was schooled back into one of an impassive nature. Her actions had put the bodies between her and the noises she had heard, and she turned quickly unsurprised with the gun held out at the man's head. "Fear is for those who don't know better. The rest of what you smell is nothing more than pitiful humans who died. What do you want?" She asked. Her entire body remained tense now, the male considerably larger than she was and entirely to close for her to run. Her voice was husky, not lowered at all as her green eyes focused sharply at the man's clothing. "YOU did this!?" She could see the splattering of blood on him in the dawn's breaking light. A quick and solid step back moved her another foot away from him, but not far enough yet.
Memphis The Demon
Memphis the Demon
“Like it? Took me longer than I expected. Bodies had a lot of build up from rotting longer than I’d care for. Like a smellier taxidermy.” His steps brought him closer and closer to this woman, as he attempted to speak in a friendlier manner with the still cold and unforgiving monstrous tone and voice. Fully in view of her, as he was staring the barrel’s hole in the face. The part where the bullet comes out, yeah. Seen a lot of those in his time doing what he did. Self defense, defending others, out of fear, or an attempt to escape. He could imagine what the light looked like once she pulled the trigger. Though that’s when his attention went from her to the gun.
Like the very few he had the pleasure in taking down, she was experienced. A sense of training to know to keep her calm and not allow herself to be brought into a state of panic. This wasn’t a situation between a hunter and its prey. A predator meeting another predator with the desire to preserve their own life to kill another day. It’s something they shared in common, and he could only assume she knew it as much as he did. He assumed...but he also knew something she didn’t. “Watch your step-” He said in a ducking lunge that occurred within a fraction of a second. Evasive moves like a boxer hungry to strike. The hand that held his machete angles once he has a confident amount of his body out of the gun’s line of fire. In the same movement that mimicked a literal shadow traveling in the light, he uses his tilted machete as a means to minor melee attack her hand instead of slash it. Her life now depended on how she could counter. A predator with the upper hand. And it all went back to what he knew she didn’t know about him.
He had long abandoned preservation of his own life. He believed that’s what made him more of a danger
Sasha
Sasha pulled her weapon hand slightly closer to her, bracing her other palm against the butt of the gun. Her head tilted slightly to the right as her left foot angled outward by an inch. "Do I like it? It seems the military aren't the only fucked up people in this world. Why, man?? Why do something like this?" She asked, the tone of her voice never changing even as he moves closer step by step. Each of his steps, had her backing up by an inch or two at most, because Sasha would not leave while Grace was inside. "The smell should be enough to make ya puke." She retorted, the smell all to familiar to her from battle fields far away. "Stop moving, or I will shoot you!" She said solidly, the set of her body and face a clear indication that she would pull the trigger.
He was mere steps away and she could see the change in his body. She knew he was going to move so she shook her head and pulled the trigger, the sound of the gun shot breaking the silence that had fallen over the area around them. The sudden groans of other zombies attracted to the noise was heard within seconds of the shot.
She knew she missed and made the move to pull the trigger again, but the shot went wide as the blade reached out quickly and struck her hands, forcing the angle of the gun down and away from his body. Sasha wasted no time, she stepped forward into him and ran her shoulder towards his face with the intent to give her time to move away from the building.. away from Grace.
That's all that covered mind, even as her training took over. Her right hand was basically numb now and this man had over a foot of height on her. She wouldn't stand a chance in hand to hand and she knew it. Her only option was to take him down.
However, if her shoulder hit missed, she would not have gained that time, and would still be facing him, the pistol back in it's holster and her hands raised to fight back. Another quick move would have her pulling the hunting knife from it's sheath, a poor blade against a machete but it was all she had.
Memphis The Demon
Memphis the Demon
The conflict made blood rush. Endorphins flooding at a frequency that made even that of a cold waking corpse feel alive, he thought, coursed through his brain. The thrill was more than enticing. Even when the shoulder of the woman he was intent on capturing, swiftly hit him with a decent amount of force that it made him stagger. The hit caused him to look upward and really soak in the sting of the attack. Once he exhaled through it, he let out a gnarl. A nasty growling snarl. It sounded similar to one of the zombies. It was more frightening than an animal in the wild. The fact that it was human, guttural and deep, was alarming.
Registering the hit didn’t involve him moving from where he stood. In his heated and angered coming to senses Memphis, lashed out with an attempted jab. The right hand that held the machete tightened and lowered as his body straightened. His left arm flexed and curled as the right leg stomped forward. As his muddied and bloodied boot stomped forward, his upper body tilted to reel the punching arm back. With a tight fist, he launches his left punch at her head. The fighter instincts kicked in, and the boxer in him emerged when he shuffled his feet through the mud and gained a sense of balance with leg repositioning with his body facing out the his left. Even should his hit not make designated contact, it prepared him for more. The feral monster of a man had a look of ferocity in his eyes, and determination buried deep with his desire for more blood and destruction.
Sasha
Sasha raised her arms just in time to deflect his punch, having it graze across her left forearm and knowing her back half a foot. Her boots slid in the soaked dirt and she nearly stumbled, causing her to cuss as she worked to straighten her balance back. During this time, those few seconds, her eyes never left him. The sharp, pointed green was eeriely focused on him as she rebalanced and moved her weight to the balls of her feet. Her legs slightly bent and arms held up loosely in front of her, the knife still gripped tightly in one hand. "Son of a bitch, your a strong god damn fucker." She muttered as she back stepped, moving back further from his reach as she tried to figure out the best move to make next. Not seeing any other option, she lunged forward, springing from the toe of her boot and used all of her weight in a right handed punch to his face. Jumping up as she did, she would be near his height now and her strike would be at a straight angle towards his forehead, knowing it was her last chance to remove him as threat
Memphis The Demon
His mask had been lowered from all the intense moving in this impressive scuffle. Whoever she was, whether she succumbed defeat or became one of few to outmatch him, he admired her near limitless tenacity. This what it took. This is what made him smile. His teeth a pristine white even for a savage and feral appearance. As bright as a clear sky’s cloud with few out of place aside from some of them looking crooked his grin was wide and sinister. The smile remained as his goal in this bout had been achieved once again. The closing of distance. She springs up into a jumping punch. The dominant height of his form shifted in his sway. His body’s shape curved and moved like a specter in the night, almost formless and malevolent. A result in dipping his body downward as he brought the punching arm in to bend as the other did in his boxer’s stance. The opportunity presented itself with the closer she got. Execution of meeting her jump with a shoulder-to-gut grab aimed just in time after his prior dodge. His arms open to enable his long reach a distanced advantage in leaving her little to no room for escape. Even as he propelled himself by pushing off of both feet, he showed confidence in his calculated counter by the smile that never went away from his face.
His hair swept back from his motion and his scarred face could be seen in full clarity. The various surface scars where skin discolored were no more than two inches long and scattered horizontally across his face from brow to nose. Upon further viewing his right cheek had a prominent hole where the skin stretched and struggled to hold together, teeth as jagged and sharp as an animal’s prominent and visible. The flesh’s attempt to heal no complete, though time has mended it so the muscles were visibly reinforced by evident burns. This man...this monster...was the farthest thing from human compared to the survivors. And even now, proved to be potentially deadlier than the undead beasts.
Sasha
Cursing in her head, Sasha's hit missed and she grunted hard at the sudden impact against her stomach. The sudden loss of breath was painful as her shoulders and arms snapped forward as she was harshly propelled backwards. Flying backwards by five feet, she hurt the ground hard enough to crack her forehead against the bloody ground. The amount of force from the combined hit made her roll and slide across the ground, covering her in the decaying blood and pieces of skin that was only scattered more from her landing. She stopped on her stomach, groaning loudly and tried to push herself upwards, making it to her knees as she stayed knelt to gain her breath back. Her knife had went flying from her hand and now lay way to far away from her to be of any help. Still grunting from the pain, she slowly stood up, and braces herself, knowing he would he coming to finish her off.
Ianthe
329 million people lived in the USA. That's a lot of deciding on who's on team living and team undead. About 20 million had issues and devised to own exotic species behind closed doors. Their social status seemed elevated, some of them belonging to drug cartels, others believing the animal could truly love them as some coddled baby raised to love them. This problem extended to Clarey Town. The problem, while minor compared to the war of the undead and living, still continued to wage on as scared humans with a little more privilege sought to trade and get their hands on wild animals to make them feel safer and probably badass. The problem could be in one's next door neighbors backyard without anyone knowing it... Or the next over college dorm room. (C)
Ianthe shuffled from the showers, a towel in her hand that had been lightly dampened entirely. Once safe in her claimed room, and barricading the door again with a computer desk, she sat on her knees and let the little lion cub mew and come into her arms. She pat rubbed the cubs fur, giving it a good cleanin rub down. The cub purred lightly and flopped itself uselessly against her belly, it's purrs were strong even though it wasn't.
Ianthe had her window open, sadly. That's when she heard nothing which suggested trouble. Maybe the army was finally gonna nuke this place and be done with it. She said a little prayer and nearly saw her life flash before her eyes. She took a few moments to relax her breathing. Afterward, she looked through the window and watched as an aggressor covered in blood wanted some to do some damage to a small girl. Humans could be so vile. "HEY YOU PERVERT!" She called from her window and looked around the room for anything to throw to get it's attention so the girl could run to safety. But she froze, unable to look away from the many dead bodies placed carefully near the dorm. ...What the fuck. This wasn't military extermination or a random pervert. This pervert was twisted and skilled. Her quick scan of the room and her head stopped moving when she saw a keyboard. She stood near the window and took it over her head, using all her force to throw it down on the floor of her room. It smashed into little pieces. The cub hid under the bed and licked its paws. Ianthe picked up pieces and threw it at the obvious perverted aggressor. She kept screaming, "STOP, PERVERT! GET A LIFE! YOU'RE DISGUSTING!" An unlikely candidate to use such language. She looked like a professional lady; she wore a beige sienna sherwani style suit with beige block heels. She was accessorized with golden rectangular earrings that had pearls ornately encased on the upper portion as the focal point, an angelic bracelet on her right wrist and a cream dupattā with sienna trim. She carried a long white cloth that wraps very loosely around her neck and crosses to one side of her hip. It gave her the idea to tie sheets and blankets together in haste with secured knots. She ran to her computer desk and tied it around the legs. She then tossed the makeshift rescue "life vest" out of the window for the girl to run to, grab onto and get out of there!
Elias
As Elias made it outside of the building he slid the keycard back into his pocket as he suddenly caught sight of the woman from earlier being thrown around like a rag doll. He’d take off in full sprint only to stop just a few feet away as he took aim with his rifle and let out a loud enough whistle to get their attention “Smile for the camera ya bitch.” He sat there waiting them to look his direction, his finger just laying gently against the trigger
Memphis The Demon
That. Felt. Good. Predator versus predator and he appeared to be victorious. The pain subsided into the farthest depths of his abysmal crevice he calls a mind. The thrill of the fight slowly being consumed with its decline in exuberance as the thrill of the kill started to creep up his throat and out his mouth, spreading across the face and making the smile more deranged. All malevolence drained and a euphoric gaze keeps his eyes widened and aligned with the very space in front of him. A gaze that stared into the cosmos, into the infinite unknown that resembled his own eternal emptiness from lack of soul. And that’s when keyboard piece nailed him in the head. At the distance it did a considerable amount of damage, not to the point of making hun budge or flinch, but enough to make him snap out of his daze. To add insult to injury he was called a pervert. The amount of class in his “art” just from being called a pervert was disheartening. He visibly lowered his brow in and anguished expression of irritation and loudly exhaled out of his nose.
It was time to flee the scene. Shake the spot. Get the hell out of dodge. There were so many bodies to carve into, both living and undead. In due time, he’ll contribute their bodies to his future art. He will claim their souls. With the sound of a sharp whistle he was signaled of a second pair of eyes. Not a fan of having an audience. Memphis sharply inhaled and dashed passed the woman to position behind her. His free hand grabs a bundle of her hair tight and reels it back to allow for his machete to sit on her neck at the edge of it. He brings her body closer to his and and uses her body as best as he could to serve as makeshift meat shield. “Sorry, I don’t do press. I do enjoy meeting fans of my art, but I must be taking my leave with my new art assistant. Yeeeees, she’ll do nicely for the cause.” An inhale with his nose pressed against her neck, teeth close to biting into her flesh for the savory meat.
A quick scan as he backed away to get his eyes on any and all surviving humans in the area made him briskly attempt to cover all angles and parts of his visage to avoid getting hit. Each step was to gain him distance. He even ducked his head slightly to avoid a prominent headshot. Memphis couldn’t allow himself to be taken. Not now.
Sasha
Sasha shook her head, trying to clear it, totally certain that she was hearing things now. She could have sworn she heard a whistle, but wasn't able to really see straight. Nearly double vision caused her stomach to roll and made her grit her teeth tightly together. She stood, basically just waiting now. She tried to step away when she saw him moving towards her but stumbled and cried out as his grip on her hair pulled her tightly against him. Her arms came up to try and get herself free but froze when the cold edge of his weapon touched her throat. Her vision wavered harshly as she was forcible pulled backwards and away from the dorms and all she could think is that she has to get free. But all strength was gone from the massive hit and the even harder hit on the ground.
Memphis the Demon
“Like it? Took me longer than I expected. Bodies had a lot of build up from rotting longer than I’d care for. Like a smellier taxidermy.” His steps brought him closer and closer to this woman, as he attempted to speak in a friendlier manner with the still cold and unforgiving monstrous tone and voice. Fully in view of her, as he was staring the barrel’s hole in the face. The part where the bullet comes out, yeah. Seen a lot of those in his time doing what he did. Self defense, defending others, out of fear, or an attempt to escape. He could imagine what the light looked like once she pulled the trigger. Though that’s when his attention went from her to the gun.
Like the very few he had the pleasure in taking down, she was experienced. A sense of training to know to keep her calm and not allow herself to be brought into a state of panic. This wasn’t a situation between a hunter and its prey. A predator meeting another predator with the desire to preserve their own life to kill another day. It’s something they shared in common, and he could only assume she knew it as much as he did. He assumed...but he also knew something she didn’t. “Watch your step-” He said in a ducking lunge that occurred within a fraction of a second. Evasive moves like a boxer hungry to strike. The hand that held his machete angles once he has a confident amount of his body out of the gun’s line of fire. In the same movement that mimicked a literal shadow traveling in the light, he uses his tilted machete as a means to minor melee attack her hand instead of slash it. Her life now depended on how she could counter. A predator with the upper hand. And it all went back to what he knew she didn’t know about him.
He had long abandoned preservation of his own life. He believed that’s what made him more of a danger
Sasha
Sasha pulled her weapon hand slightly closer to her, bracing her other palm against the butt of the gun. Her head tilted slightly to the right as her left foot angled outward by an inch. "Do I like it? It seems the military aren't the only fucked up people in this world. Why, man?? Why do something like this?" She asked, the tone of her voice never changing even as he moves closer step by step. Each of his steps, had her backing up by an inch or two at most, because Sasha would not leave while Grace was inside. "The smell should be enough to make ya puke." She retorted, the smell all to familiar to her from battle fields far away. "Stop moving, or I will shoot you!" She said solidly, the set of her body and face a clear indication that she would pull the trigger.
He was mere steps away and she could see the change in his body. She knew he was going to move so she shook her head and pulled the trigger, the sound of the gun shot breaking the silence that had fallen over the area around them. The sudden groans of other zombies attracted to the noise was heard within seconds of the shot.
She knew she missed and made the move to pull the trigger again, but the shot went wide as the blade reached out quickly and struck her hands, forcing the angle of the gun down and away from his body. Sasha wasted no time, she stepped forward into him and ran her shoulder towards his face with the intent to give her time to move away from the building.. away from Grace.
That's all that covered mind, even as her training took over. Her right hand was basically numb now and this man had over a foot of height on her. She wouldn't stand a chance in hand to hand and she knew it. Her only option was to take him down.
However, if her shoulder hit missed, she would not have gained that time, and would still be facing him, the pistol back in it's holster and her hands raised to fight back. Another quick move would have her pulling the hunting knife from it's sheath, a poor blade against a machete but it was all she had.
Memphis The Demon
Memphis the Demon
The conflict made blood rush. Endorphins flooding at a frequency that made even that of a cold waking corpse feel alive, he thought, coursed through his brain. The thrill was more than enticing. Even when the shoulder of the woman he was intent on capturing, swiftly hit him with a decent amount of force that it made him stagger. The hit caused him to look upward and really soak in the sting of the attack. Once he exhaled through it, he let out a gnarl. A nasty growling snarl. It sounded similar to one of the zombies. It was more frightening than an animal in the wild. The fact that it was human, guttural and deep, was alarming.
Registering the hit didn’t involve him moving from where he stood. In his heated and angered coming to senses Memphis, lashed out with an attempted jab. The right hand that held the machete tightened and lowered as his body straightened. His left arm flexed and curled as the right leg stomped forward. As his muddied and bloodied boot stomped forward, his upper body tilted to reel the punching arm back. With a tight fist, he launches his left punch at her head. The fighter instincts kicked in, and the boxer in him emerged when he shuffled his feet through the mud and gained a sense of balance with leg repositioning with his body facing out the his left. Even should his hit not make designated contact, it prepared him for more. The feral monster of a man had a look of ferocity in his eyes, and determination buried deep with his desire for more blood and destruction.
Sasha
Sasha raised her arms just in time to deflect his punch, having it graze across her left forearm and knowing her back half a foot. Her boots slid in the soaked dirt and she nearly stumbled, causing her to cuss as she worked to straighten her balance back. During this time, those few seconds, her eyes never left him. The sharp, pointed green was eeriely focused on him as she rebalanced and moved her weight to the balls of her feet. Her legs slightly bent and arms held up loosely in front of her, the knife still gripped tightly in one hand. "Son of a bitch, your a strong god damn fucker." She muttered as she back stepped, moving back further from his reach as she tried to figure out the best move to make next. Not seeing any other option, she lunged forward, springing from the toe of her boot and used all of her weight in a right handed punch to his face. Jumping up as she did, she would be near his height now and her strike would be at a straight angle towards his forehead, knowing it was her last chance to remove him as threat
Memphis The Demon
His mask had been lowered from all the intense moving in this impressive scuffle. Whoever she was, whether she succumbed defeat or became one of few to outmatch him, he admired her near limitless tenacity. This what it took. This is what made him smile. His teeth a pristine white even for a savage and feral appearance. As bright as a clear sky’s cloud with few out of place aside from some of them looking crooked his grin was wide and sinister. The smile remained as his goal in this bout had been achieved once again. The closing of distance. She springs up into a jumping punch. The dominant height of his form shifted in his sway. His body’s shape curved and moved like a specter in the night, almost formless and malevolent. A result in dipping his body downward as he brought the punching arm in to bend as the other did in his boxer’s stance. The opportunity presented itself with the closer she got. Execution of meeting her jump with a shoulder-to-gut grab aimed just in time after his prior dodge. His arms open to enable his long reach a distanced advantage in leaving her little to no room for escape. Even as he propelled himself by pushing off of both feet, he showed confidence in his calculated counter by the smile that never went away from his face.
His hair swept back from his motion and his scarred face could be seen in full clarity. The various surface scars where skin discolored were no more than two inches long and scattered horizontally across his face from brow to nose. Upon further viewing his right cheek had a prominent hole where the skin stretched and struggled to hold together, teeth as jagged and sharp as an animal’s prominent and visible. The flesh’s attempt to heal no complete, though time has mended it so the muscles were visibly reinforced by evident burns. This man...this monster...was the farthest thing from human compared to the survivors. And even now, proved to be potentially deadlier than the undead beasts.
Sasha
Cursing in her head, Sasha's hit missed and she grunted hard at the sudden impact against her stomach. The sudden loss of breath was painful as her shoulders and arms snapped forward as she was harshly propelled backwards. Flying backwards by five feet, she hurt the ground hard enough to crack her forehead against the bloody ground. The amount of force from the combined hit made her roll and slide across the ground, covering her in the decaying blood and pieces of skin that was only scattered more from her landing. She stopped on her stomach, groaning loudly and tried to push herself upwards, making it to her knees as she stayed knelt to gain her breath back. Her knife had went flying from her hand and now lay way to far away from her to be of any help. Still grunting from the pain, she slowly stood up, and braces herself, knowing he would he coming to finish her off.
Ianthe
329 million people lived in the USA. That's a lot of deciding on who's on team living and team undead. About 20 million had issues and devised to own exotic species behind closed doors. Their social status seemed elevated, some of them belonging to drug cartels, others believing the animal could truly love them as some coddled baby raised to love them. This problem extended to Clarey Town. The problem, while minor compared to the war of the undead and living, still continued to wage on as scared humans with a little more privilege sought to trade and get their hands on wild animals to make them feel safer and probably badass. The problem could be in one's next door neighbors backyard without anyone knowing it... Or the next over college dorm room. (C)
Ianthe shuffled from the showers, a towel in her hand that had been lightly dampened entirely. Once safe in her claimed room, and barricading the door again with a computer desk, she sat on her knees and let the little lion cub mew and come into her arms. She pat rubbed the cubs fur, giving it a good cleanin rub down. The cub purred lightly and flopped itself uselessly against her belly, it's purrs were strong even though it wasn't.
Ianthe had her window open, sadly. That's when she heard nothing which suggested trouble. Maybe the army was finally gonna nuke this place and be done with it. She said a little prayer and nearly saw her life flash before her eyes. She took a few moments to relax her breathing. Afterward, she looked through the window and watched as an aggressor covered in blood wanted some to do some damage to a small girl. Humans could be so vile. "HEY YOU PERVERT!" She called from her window and looked around the room for anything to throw to get it's attention so the girl could run to safety. But she froze, unable to look away from the many dead bodies placed carefully near the dorm. ...What the fuck. This wasn't military extermination or a random pervert. This pervert was twisted and skilled. Her quick scan of the room and her head stopped moving when she saw a keyboard. She stood near the window and took it over her head, using all her force to throw it down on the floor of her room. It smashed into little pieces. The cub hid under the bed and licked its paws. Ianthe picked up pieces and threw it at the obvious perverted aggressor. She kept screaming, "STOP, PERVERT! GET A LIFE! YOU'RE DISGUSTING!" An unlikely candidate to use such language. She looked like a professional lady; she wore a beige sienna sherwani style suit with beige block heels. She was accessorized with golden rectangular earrings that had pearls ornately encased on the upper portion as the focal point, an angelic bracelet on her right wrist and a cream dupattā with sienna trim. She carried a long white cloth that wraps very loosely around her neck and crosses to one side of her hip. It gave her the idea to tie sheets and blankets together in haste with secured knots. She ran to her computer desk and tied it around the legs. She then tossed the makeshift rescue "life vest" out of the window for the girl to run to, grab onto and get out of there!
Elias
As Elias made it outside of the building he slid the keycard back into his pocket as he suddenly caught sight of the woman from earlier being thrown around like a rag doll. He’d take off in full sprint only to stop just a few feet away as he took aim with his rifle and let out a loud enough whistle to get their attention “Smile for the camera ya bitch.” He sat there waiting them to look his direction, his finger just laying gently against the trigger
Memphis The Demon
That. Felt. Good. Predator versus predator and he appeared to be victorious. The pain subsided into the farthest depths of his abysmal crevice he calls a mind. The thrill of the fight slowly being consumed with its decline in exuberance as the thrill of the kill started to creep up his throat and out his mouth, spreading across the face and making the smile more deranged. All malevolence drained and a euphoric gaze keeps his eyes widened and aligned with the very space in front of him. A gaze that stared into the cosmos, into the infinite unknown that resembled his own eternal emptiness from lack of soul. And that’s when keyboard piece nailed him in the head. At the distance it did a considerable amount of damage, not to the point of making hun budge or flinch, but enough to make him snap out of his daze. To add insult to injury he was called a pervert. The amount of class in his “art” just from being called a pervert was disheartening. He visibly lowered his brow in and anguished expression of irritation and loudly exhaled out of his nose.
It was time to flee the scene. Shake the spot. Get the hell out of dodge. There were so many bodies to carve into, both living and undead. In due time, he’ll contribute their bodies to his future art. He will claim their souls. With the sound of a sharp whistle he was signaled of a second pair of eyes. Not a fan of having an audience. Memphis sharply inhaled and dashed passed the woman to position behind her. His free hand grabs a bundle of her hair tight and reels it back to allow for his machete to sit on her neck at the edge of it. He brings her body closer to his and and uses her body as best as he could to serve as makeshift meat shield. “Sorry, I don’t do press. I do enjoy meeting fans of my art, but I must be taking my leave with my new art assistant. Yeeeees, she’ll do nicely for the cause.” An inhale with his nose pressed against her neck, teeth close to biting into her flesh for the savory meat.
A quick scan as he backed away to get his eyes on any and all surviving humans in the area made him briskly attempt to cover all angles and parts of his visage to avoid getting hit. Each step was to gain him distance. He even ducked his head slightly to avoid a prominent headshot. Memphis couldn’t allow himself to be taken. Not now.
Sasha
Sasha shook her head, trying to clear it, totally certain that she was hearing things now. She could have sworn she heard a whistle, but wasn't able to really see straight. Nearly double vision caused her stomach to roll and made her grit her teeth tightly together. She stood, basically just waiting now. She tried to step away when she saw him moving towards her but stumbled and cried out as his grip on her hair pulled her tightly against him. Her arms came up to try and get herself free but froze when the cold edge of his weapon touched her throat. Her vision wavered harshly as she was forcible pulled backwards and away from the dorms and all she could think is that she has to get free. But all strength was gone from the massive hit and the even harder hit on the ground.
Ianthe
A stranger (Elias) seemingly out of nowhere prepared his weapon straight at the aggressor. Ianthe actually sighed in relief. Ianthe even half smirked hearing his cocky warning to him. She thought this was for sure done and over with. But she came to a conclusion too soon when the intruder to the safety of the campus decided to take the other woman hostage. She really wished she was some sort of a hostage negotiator right now or that herself and this other person trying to help a girl out at least had one in their arsenal, but connections were not made for such a person nor were there many safe chances to reclaim this woman from this intruder’s stealing hold. A chill crawled over her arms and ebbed throughout her body, past her stomach and then the startling feeling rippled itself outward as if a dark storm of emotions veiled her person. Her mind jumped for ideas on what to do, or rather what not to do. The rifle wasn’t the best option anymore now that she was being used as a meat shield. Ianthe felt a sense of terror, because this could be her, or anybody for that matter, it was like watching herself being dragged away by some sicko. She watched as “it” invaded the woman’s privacy and personal bubble. If the woman pleaded, Ianthe knew she wouldn’t be able to resist doing exactly what she wanted in order to help. Without more information of how much of a sicko this person was, it wasn’t clear if it was advised better for the person to shoot and risk hitting her, since in these unfortunate situations, being transported to a less populated destination spells certain torture and death. No one shared any information at this point on this intruder. They were all blind to what they were facing and what kind of threat this intruder really posed to the once oblivious-tranquil campus grounds.
She really wished someone had a camera right about now, to put his face everywhere and bring him to further shame in the community. Every fiber of her being wanted to jump to action and do anything and everything, and to throw a wrench in whatever plan this intruder had planned. She was torn as everything in her also told her to stay inside where it's safe and live another day, or act and find she’s dead meat. The inaction was justified in that she was no use to anyone dead. It seemed by the intruders' words that the single, obvious weakness of his was her watching, and as much as she hated to be a witness instead of a force to be reckoned with, she forced herself not to look away for even one second. Taking in every little sick mannerism, Ianthe guaranteed to herself in some form or fashion that this intruder would pay dearly for this crime. A little slap on the wrist for this excursion was out of the question, he was gonna have to answer to every violent act he inflicted on this woman and all of the others he had piled on nasty display. The intruder did what he set out to do, and seemed to ignore each and every pleading Ianthe did to ask him to stop. It made Ianthe cry out of anger, her tears hot. Ianthe watched as the intruder tried to anticipate the direction of the bullet, if it was going to still be shot at any rate. The obvious lack of safety measures on the campus grounds to prevent something like this was absolute and damning. If only the place was booby trapped to better aid unpredictable situations like this. Ianthe bit her lip and nearly cursed again under her breath.
She made a mental note of the intruders appearance and height to at least communicate to the others if the intruder even managed to get away from the scene of the crime. The hostage situation was something she had not anticipated. Even with the obvious flair for violence by him, she could not have known he wanted more bodies for whatever reason. All she imagined was that it couldn’t be good what the intruder had planned, especially if this woman wanted to live and she was confident she did. The lack of information is still evident in the wistful situation: while it was only one intruder visually, there could be more in hiding, and zombies were still the ever looming threat even if they couldn't be heard or seen. The possibilities of what to do now we're evading her as she continued to scan the surroundings. Hope still lived in her stare as she watched on. There was a fire that burned there and it displayed in the way she stared, it was nothing but determination to stop the wheel of fate from spinning. A flawed approach, but a safe one. She had a will and she could find a way. Caution and patience were a part of her plan. She ruled communication as a downside in the goings on; as communication could not be kept secret to the woman being taken or the man with the rifle offering aid. Ianthe really wanted to commit to action but the risks would be too high, so all she did was keep her eyes and ears open, being witness to the horrible crime being committed. It gave her even more chills and she restrained herself from giving him what he wanted, which was probably more obscenities, her conclusion being based on the fact that some sickos liked the attention. Where was a sheriff when you needed one? It seemed the witnessing part was coming to an end as Ianthe heard shouting from another room closeby.
Memphis The Demon
The distancing continued until he was at a safe ways away from where the surviving humans remained. The woman plucked like a daisy from a field of matching flowers so soft and delicate. Though this was not an ordinary daisy he plucked. She was a rose. One with thorns that struck him, reminded him of the inevitable pain that came with attempting to capture her. Should the others attempt to follow, they’d march to the gates of their demise. Like lambs to the slaughter, cattle to a slaughterhouse.
“Do not struggle. I need you in one piece. Well...no more than three.” He said in his guttural tone. The bloodlust in his voice gone. Dropping Sasha to the ground. The feral man knelt down and turned her over her stomach and began patting her down. He looked for any additional weapons that would prove troublesome during her transporting. Carefully he extracted a string from his boot, stretched it out, and grabbed both of her wrists. Memphis climbed on top over her body grunted as he moved, “Sorry.” He said as he felt somewhat embarrassed by the positioning. Memphis pulls both of her arms up with the string in his mouth, and joins her wrists together. Meticulously he begins tying her wrists together with his boot string and ensures a tight knot by securing it with a halter hitch knot. “Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter.” He began reciting. His deep voice seemed more human and less hostile as he spoke the Bible verse. He gets up and picks up Sasha, and then his machete. Heaving her over his shoulder he pulls up his hood and lets out a sigh. “For fools speak folly, their hearts are bent on evil: They practice ungodliness and spread error concerning the Lord; the hungry they leave empty and from the thirsty they withhold water.”
Elias
Elias rose to his feet as he would attempt to give chase but stop suddenly “FUCK! NO!” He took aim with his rifle once more but dropped it back down in anger, stomping at the grass screaming “GOD DAMNIT!” He’d March back towards the dorms front doors and slid the keycard and opened the door returning back inside. desperation and anger slowly finger every crevice of his soul, knowing good and well he shouldn’t just leave that woman to die and he won’t but he has to come up with a strategy and a team. This guy knows their shit and he can’t risk getting the woman killed “The fuck am I gonna do.....”
A stranger (Elias) seemingly out of nowhere prepared his weapon straight at the aggressor. Ianthe actually sighed in relief. Ianthe even half smirked hearing his cocky warning to him. She thought this was for sure done and over with. But she came to a conclusion too soon when the intruder to the safety of the campus decided to take the other woman hostage. She really wished she was some sort of a hostage negotiator right now or that herself and this other person trying to help a girl out at least had one in their arsenal, but connections were not made for such a person nor were there many safe chances to reclaim this woman from this intruder’s stealing hold. A chill crawled over her arms and ebbed throughout her body, past her stomach and then the startling feeling rippled itself outward as if a dark storm of emotions veiled her person. Her mind jumped for ideas on what to do, or rather what not to do. The rifle wasn’t the best option anymore now that she was being used as a meat shield. Ianthe felt a sense of terror, because this could be her, or anybody for that matter, it was like watching herself being dragged away by some sicko. She watched as “it” invaded the woman’s privacy and personal bubble. If the woman pleaded, Ianthe knew she wouldn’t be able to resist doing exactly what she wanted in order to help. Without more information of how much of a sicko this person was, it wasn’t clear if it was advised better for the person to shoot and risk hitting her, since in these unfortunate situations, being transported to a less populated destination spells certain torture and death. No one shared any information at this point on this intruder. They were all blind to what they were facing and what kind of threat this intruder really posed to the once oblivious-tranquil campus grounds.
She really wished someone had a camera right about now, to put his face everywhere and bring him to further shame in the community. Every fiber of her being wanted to jump to action and do anything and everything, and to throw a wrench in whatever plan this intruder had planned. She was torn as everything in her also told her to stay inside where it's safe and live another day, or act and find she’s dead meat. The inaction was justified in that she was no use to anyone dead. It seemed by the intruders' words that the single, obvious weakness of his was her watching, and as much as she hated to be a witness instead of a force to be reckoned with, she forced herself not to look away for even one second. Taking in every little sick mannerism, Ianthe guaranteed to herself in some form or fashion that this intruder would pay dearly for this crime. A little slap on the wrist for this excursion was out of the question, he was gonna have to answer to every violent act he inflicted on this woman and all of the others he had piled on nasty display. The intruder did what he set out to do, and seemed to ignore each and every pleading Ianthe did to ask him to stop. It made Ianthe cry out of anger, her tears hot. Ianthe watched as the intruder tried to anticipate the direction of the bullet, if it was going to still be shot at any rate. The obvious lack of safety measures on the campus grounds to prevent something like this was absolute and damning. If only the place was booby trapped to better aid unpredictable situations like this. Ianthe bit her lip and nearly cursed again under her breath.
She made a mental note of the intruders appearance and height to at least communicate to the others if the intruder even managed to get away from the scene of the crime. The hostage situation was something she had not anticipated. Even with the obvious flair for violence by him, she could not have known he wanted more bodies for whatever reason. All she imagined was that it couldn’t be good what the intruder had planned, especially if this woman wanted to live and she was confident she did. The lack of information is still evident in the wistful situation: while it was only one intruder visually, there could be more in hiding, and zombies were still the ever looming threat even if they couldn't be heard or seen. The possibilities of what to do now we're evading her as she continued to scan the surroundings. Hope still lived in her stare as she watched on. There was a fire that burned there and it displayed in the way she stared, it was nothing but determination to stop the wheel of fate from spinning. A flawed approach, but a safe one. She had a will and she could find a way. Caution and patience were a part of her plan. She ruled communication as a downside in the goings on; as communication could not be kept secret to the woman being taken or the man with the rifle offering aid. Ianthe really wanted to commit to action but the risks would be too high, so all she did was keep her eyes and ears open, being witness to the horrible crime being committed. It gave her even more chills and she restrained herself from giving him what he wanted, which was probably more obscenities, her conclusion being based on the fact that some sickos liked the attention. Where was a sheriff when you needed one? It seemed the witnessing part was coming to an end as Ianthe heard shouting from another room closeby.
Memphis The Demon
The distancing continued until he was at a safe ways away from where the surviving humans remained. The woman plucked like a daisy from a field of matching flowers so soft and delicate. Though this was not an ordinary daisy he plucked. She was a rose. One with thorns that struck him, reminded him of the inevitable pain that came with attempting to capture her. Should the others attempt to follow, they’d march to the gates of their demise. Like lambs to the slaughter, cattle to a slaughterhouse.
“Do not struggle. I need you in one piece. Well...no more than three.” He said in his guttural tone. The bloodlust in his voice gone. Dropping Sasha to the ground. The feral man knelt down and turned her over her stomach and began patting her down. He looked for any additional weapons that would prove troublesome during her transporting. Carefully he extracted a string from his boot, stretched it out, and grabbed both of her wrists. Memphis climbed on top over her body grunted as he moved, “Sorry.” He said as he felt somewhat embarrassed by the positioning. Memphis pulls both of her arms up with the string in his mouth, and joins her wrists together. Meticulously he begins tying her wrists together with his boot string and ensures a tight knot by securing it with a halter hitch knot. “Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter.” He began reciting. His deep voice seemed more human and less hostile as he spoke the Bible verse. He gets up and picks up Sasha, and then his machete. Heaving her over his shoulder he pulls up his hood and lets out a sigh. “For fools speak folly, their hearts are bent on evil: They practice ungodliness and spread error concerning the Lord; the hungry they leave empty and from the thirsty they withhold water.”
Elias
Elias rose to his feet as he would attempt to give chase but stop suddenly “FUCK! NO!” He took aim with his rifle once more but dropped it back down in anger, stomping at the grass screaming “GOD DAMNIT!” He’d March back towards the dorms front doors and slid the keycard and opened the door returning back inside. desperation and anger slowly finger every crevice of his soul, knowing good and well he shouldn’t just leave that woman to die and he won’t but he has to come up with a strategy and a team. This guy knows their shit and he can’t risk getting the woman killed “The fuck am I gonna do.....”
Owen
The sound of gunshots could not be mistaken. Weren’t but a few that were fired before he prowled up onto the scene. A scuffle had occurred here and now it was time to deduct what occurred prior to seeing someone come and go from the campus grounds. Owen gave a glance of the area upon walking further into the open. An individual with a rifle of sorts close by. Not hostile. Visibly agitated. Doesn’t seem like he was in this instance of conflict, however the sense of distain and anger in his voice gave away that something...unfortunate did occur.
Thats when he took in the sight of something ungodly. Something so vile and intentional is was down right insulting to the very epitome of life on this earth worth protecting. Bodies of the undead. They weren’t disposed of properly. No Graves were dug for the hefty amount displayed for all to see. On campus grounds nonetheless where, he could assume at this point, the surviving company were young adults and possibly younger. “This has got to be some sick joke.” He walked closer and put both hands on his MP5. His augmented voice from the gas mask that made it sound projected through a loud funnel had clear disgust in the tone. That’s when he sees the handgun on the ground come into view. Definitely the one that was fired. He brings his wrist close to the barrel. Still warm. Didn’t happen to long ago, he thought.
Jolyne
Her eyes squinted and pupils strayed off the path as she slowed the motorcycle some upon her arrival. Some scruffy looking giant carrying what looked like a person walking away from the campus. She parks the bike not far from the buildings and kicks the stand down. Pulling her blue bandana down from her face, her mouth open with an expression of disbelief. She knew she saw people nearby.
She inhales through her nostrils hoping to take some fresh air. And that’s when the smell of rotting flesh and intestines made its way through one nostril and out the other. Visibly, Jolyne looked unimpressed and almost irritated. Internally she wouldn’t mind upchucking. Figuring this was as good as any place to park the bike, she removed the keys and slipped them in her pants pocket. Removing her helmet she sat on the left handle that was propped upwards since the bike was parked on its stand. Reaching where her belongings were, she unholstered her gun from the makeshift holder of the bike’s back and her bag. Holding the rifle in both hands she gets a confident grip on it and looks around. The mercenary cowgirl walked forth towards the building with multiple floors and let out a loud whistle with the aid of her fingers. That should get somebody’s attention.
Sasha
Sasha groaned softly, her eyes fluttering open and closed as she trys to stay on her feet, her heels dragging along the ground. Her hands moved to his arm around her, gripping loosely before her fingers dug into whatever was on his arm. She tried shaking her head more the further away they moved, a steady haze keeping her from thinking straight and the pain crossing her mid sections kept her from passing out. Her neck burned from where he had bit her, and she had started to struggle to get free when he spoke, dropping her roughly to the ground. A solid grunt from her was the only sound as she tried to push herself up onto her hands and knees before he flipped her over, patting her down. She angled her hip slightly, hiding her phone from him even as he took her other knife. She cried out briefly, the pain bringing her vision back into sharp focus as she turned her wrists while he ties the knots. Grunting again, she watched the bloody blade swing and didn't fight.. yet
Owen
Owen
The whistle caught his attention, and he cautiously ventured forth. Hiding behind a form of makeshift cover to shroud himself and catch eye of whoever whistled. That’s when he caught visual of the female. She looked rough, but still had that feminine charm about the way she held herself together. A civilian but not a student from this campus. He walked into her line of vision and gave a whistle in response.
Jolyne
Her eyes dart just as her neck snapped back. She had been looking at the bodies from a different angle than anyone else, and now she had her sights on an all black militant specter. Her brow furrowed as she scans his body. He was armed, professionally and almost military equipped. Something was off, that’s when she saw what looked far from the ordinary American flag. “Brits in the US? Have any idea what happened here?” She slowly moved her hands to where she could load her weapon and take a shot if he made a move she didn’t take a liking to.
Owen
The operative tilted his head back and exhaled a sigh. “Got little to no idea what happened. Gun shots is what brought me closer. Gun on the floor nearby is what fired them. Steel’s hot. Whoever was here is gone, but I don’t see any...fresh casualties.” He said before looking down at the desecrated corpses. “There’s people inside. One citizen seemed to have been an observer. Probably couldn’t intervene in time by the way he sounded. Pissed off and what not.” He adjusted his gas mask and sighed before inhaling audibly. “Air must be thick with this stench. It’s not safe out here. I don’t have a means of getting back inside though. There are others here if you want to make introductions for yourself.”
Jolyne
“On my way...” Shifting her gun to her back she moved her hands to her lips as she was nodding slowly. Realization of what may or may have occurred. At least the events leading to what she saw. “Saw a forest man, grizzly looking. Big motherfucker. He was shaking the spot with a girl over his shoulder like a caveman and his new wife. Probably got something to do with them. And I have a...very very vague idea of what direction they took off in.” She nods and walks closer to the man. She held out her hand. “Jolyne. Call me Jo for short.”
Owen
The idea of making friends in this world was still not on his list of objectives. Straying away from the mission was something he prioritized to avoiding as much as possible. Enzo was a soldier and should have understood that. Soldiers have their directives. He wasn’t an ordinary soldier. Even then...he couldn’t keep thinking like that. In this world it’s humans and whatever isn’t human. People should stick together no matter what the flag they salute to looks like. People who don’t stick together, who bring harm to others, are to be stopped by any means. He wasn’t a hero, but he was a human being. His hand extends and grasps Jolyne’s. “Owen. A pleasure.”
Jolyne
After the handshake Jolyne looked back at the bodies and shook her head. There was a building with multiple floors that she saw nearby, and a door that looked like they could both enter. Upon further inspection from where she stood, she saw it had some specific type of lock not compliant with a regular key. Possibly digital. This made her role her eyes. She gestures with her fingers and shrugs. “I’m gonna go knock to see if these people know one of their own may have been taken. The vehicle nearby, truck? Maybe it’s theirs. Doesn’t look like the abandoned ones on the road.” Jo told Owen before walking up to the door and banging a few times with her manner of knocking. “Friendlies out here! Not infected! My looks can attest to that!”
Owen
Not the people person by choice, especially with having left the soldier he befriended behind, Owen let Jolyne go off and make her attempts with the people . The operator approached the vehicle and slowly opened the door that was already ajar. Whoever was taken, the girl Jolyne mentioned, her truck maybe? Her gun on the ground still. After opening the door fully he discovers what appears to be a keychain. With this there appears to be a keycard for the nearby building, and even keys for the campus’s dorms. Picking up them all, he pocketed them before closing the door fully. Owen returns to Jolyne who had been banging on the door. “Something tells me I’m the more subtle of us.” Removing the key card he acquired he gains them both access through the door. He goes forth without arming himself as he knew the lot inside were friendly and would be in need of assistance.
Jolyne
“Hey, I can be sneaky if I want to. Else I wouldn’t have survived this long...’side from my former rotting travel buddies. That was for companionship purposes.” She follow behind him with her relaxed demeanor, letting the door close behind them.
The sound of gunshots could not be mistaken. Weren’t but a few that were fired before he prowled up onto the scene. A scuffle had occurred here and now it was time to deduct what occurred prior to seeing someone come and go from the campus grounds. Owen gave a glance of the area upon walking further into the open. An individual with a rifle of sorts close by. Not hostile. Visibly agitated. Doesn’t seem like he was in this instance of conflict, however the sense of distain and anger in his voice gave away that something...unfortunate did occur.
Thats when he took in the sight of something ungodly. Something so vile and intentional is was down right insulting to the very epitome of life on this earth worth protecting. Bodies of the undead. They weren’t disposed of properly. No Graves were dug for the hefty amount displayed for all to see. On campus grounds nonetheless where, he could assume at this point, the surviving company were young adults and possibly younger. “This has got to be some sick joke.” He walked closer and put both hands on his MP5. His augmented voice from the gas mask that made it sound projected through a loud funnel had clear disgust in the tone. That’s when he sees the handgun on the ground come into view. Definitely the one that was fired. He brings his wrist close to the barrel. Still warm. Didn’t happen to long ago, he thought.
Jolyne
Her eyes squinted and pupils strayed off the path as she slowed the motorcycle some upon her arrival. Some scruffy looking giant carrying what looked like a person walking away from the campus. She parks the bike not far from the buildings and kicks the stand down. Pulling her blue bandana down from her face, her mouth open with an expression of disbelief. She knew she saw people nearby.
She inhales through her nostrils hoping to take some fresh air. And that’s when the smell of rotting flesh and intestines made its way through one nostril and out the other. Visibly, Jolyne looked unimpressed and almost irritated. Internally she wouldn’t mind upchucking. Figuring this was as good as any place to park the bike, she removed the keys and slipped them in her pants pocket. Removing her helmet she sat on the left handle that was propped upwards since the bike was parked on its stand. Reaching where her belongings were, she unholstered her gun from the makeshift holder of the bike’s back and her bag. Holding the rifle in both hands she gets a confident grip on it and looks around. The mercenary cowgirl walked forth towards the building with multiple floors and let out a loud whistle with the aid of her fingers. That should get somebody’s attention.
Sasha
Sasha groaned softly, her eyes fluttering open and closed as she trys to stay on her feet, her heels dragging along the ground. Her hands moved to his arm around her, gripping loosely before her fingers dug into whatever was on his arm. She tried shaking her head more the further away they moved, a steady haze keeping her from thinking straight and the pain crossing her mid sections kept her from passing out. Her neck burned from where he had bit her, and she had started to struggle to get free when he spoke, dropping her roughly to the ground. A solid grunt from her was the only sound as she tried to push herself up onto her hands and knees before he flipped her over, patting her down. She angled her hip slightly, hiding her phone from him even as he took her other knife. She cried out briefly, the pain bringing her vision back into sharp focus as she turned her wrists while he ties the knots. Grunting again, she watched the bloody blade swing and didn't fight.. yet
Owen
Owen
The whistle caught his attention, and he cautiously ventured forth. Hiding behind a form of makeshift cover to shroud himself and catch eye of whoever whistled. That’s when he caught visual of the female. She looked rough, but still had that feminine charm about the way she held herself together. A civilian but not a student from this campus. He walked into her line of vision and gave a whistle in response.
Jolyne
Her eyes dart just as her neck snapped back. She had been looking at the bodies from a different angle than anyone else, and now she had her sights on an all black militant specter. Her brow furrowed as she scans his body. He was armed, professionally and almost military equipped. Something was off, that’s when she saw what looked far from the ordinary American flag. “Brits in the US? Have any idea what happened here?” She slowly moved her hands to where she could load her weapon and take a shot if he made a move she didn’t take a liking to.
Owen
The operative tilted his head back and exhaled a sigh. “Got little to no idea what happened. Gun shots is what brought me closer. Gun on the floor nearby is what fired them. Steel’s hot. Whoever was here is gone, but I don’t see any...fresh casualties.” He said before looking down at the desecrated corpses. “There’s people inside. One citizen seemed to have been an observer. Probably couldn’t intervene in time by the way he sounded. Pissed off and what not.” He adjusted his gas mask and sighed before inhaling audibly. “Air must be thick with this stench. It’s not safe out here. I don’t have a means of getting back inside though. There are others here if you want to make introductions for yourself.”
Jolyne
“On my way...” Shifting her gun to her back she moved her hands to her lips as she was nodding slowly. Realization of what may or may have occurred. At least the events leading to what she saw. “Saw a forest man, grizzly looking. Big motherfucker. He was shaking the spot with a girl over his shoulder like a caveman and his new wife. Probably got something to do with them. And I have a...very very vague idea of what direction they took off in.” She nods and walks closer to the man. She held out her hand. “Jolyne. Call me Jo for short.”
Owen
The idea of making friends in this world was still not on his list of objectives. Straying away from the mission was something he prioritized to avoiding as much as possible. Enzo was a soldier and should have understood that. Soldiers have their directives. He wasn’t an ordinary soldier. Even then...he couldn’t keep thinking like that. In this world it’s humans and whatever isn’t human. People should stick together no matter what the flag they salute to looks like. People who don’t stick together, who bring harm to others, are to be stopped by any means. He wasn’t a hero, but he was a human being. His hand extends and grasps Jolyne’s. “Owen. A pleasure.”
Jolyne
After the handshake Jolyne looked back at the bodies and shook her head. There was a building with multiple floors that she saw nearby, and a door that looked like they could both enter. Upon further inspection from where she stood, she saw it had some specific type of lock not compliant with a regular key. Possibly digital. This made her role her eyes. She gestures with her fingers and shrugs. “I’m gonna go knock to see if these people know one of their own may have been taken. The vehicle nearby, truck? Maybe it’s theirs. Doesn’t look like the abandoned ones on the road.” Jo told Owen before walking up to the door and banging a few times with her manner of knocking. “Friendlies out here! Not infected! My looks can attest to that!”
Owen
Not the people person by choice, especially with having left the soldier he befriended behind, Owen let Jolyne go off and make her attempts with the people . The operator approached the vehicle and slowly opened the door that was already ajar. Whoever was taken, the girl Jolyne mentioned, her truck maybe? Her gun on the ground still. After opening the door fully he discovers what appears to be a keychain. With this there appears to be a keycard for the nearby building, and even keys for the campus’s dorms. Picking up them all, he pocketed them before closing the door fully. Owen returns to Jolyne who had been banging on the door. “Something tells me I’m the more subtle of us.” Removing the key card he acquired he gains them both access through the door. He goes forth without arming himself as he knew the lot inside were friendly and would be in need of assistance.
Jolyne
“Hey, I can be sneaky if I want to. Else I wouldn’t have survived this long...’side from my former rotting travel buddies. That was for companionship purposes.” She follow behind him with her relaxed demeanor, letting the door close behind them.
Alex
The man had been sitting there in the bushes watching those horrific actions take place. The kidnapping and the mind playing was horrific. He had decided to take a defensive stance within his area instead of pursueing the assailant. Humans have turned into such animals now that this whole shit took place. He rustled about in the bushes and would watch where the kidnapper went. His eyes scanning all around him for possible witnesses or so. After a few moments went by and he had made sure everything was clear he would then make himself visible from the bushes. His gear swayed very slightly on himself. He would then raise his rifle upwards and would look around with his left hand on the foregrip and his right hand resting on the grip. His right index finger resting gently above the trigger on the body. He scoffed at the actions he had just witness and now made his way towards the building he saw the actions take place from. His shot gun bouncing gently on his body. He reached around with left hand to pat his backpack to make sure everything was fine and have a secure conscience for himself and then would pat his plate carrier on his chest. He continued to move quickly towards the building's doors. His eyes scanning over to the dead bodies he had seen the kidnapper fucking with.
"Disgusting fuck.." He muttered to himself as he then smacked up against the wall where the doors to the building where. He layed his back as flat as possible against the wall while peering over to attempt to peak through the windows of the door. He blinked and leaned back over. He brought his rifle up to his work space and checked it and waited a few moments to attempt to listen to any sounds coming from inside the building. He assumed it had to be some kind of school building. He pushed himself off the wall and would then now move to face the doors of the building. He lowered his AR to then raise his left hand from the rifle to then make a fist. His eyes still attempting to scan the inside of the door. He was trying to make as little noise as possible. His left hand then formed a fist and began to knock gently on the doors to the building. He backed a few feet away and looked up the building to see if there were any open windows or other accesses he could get into. He turned around for a spilt second to get a good visual of the scene where the kidnapping or whatever the fuck he had just watched take place. His eyes scanning the surrounding area to make sure nothing else was here. He then turned back around to face the door and would give the door another knock. Once, he had knocked the second time he would move to position himself up against the wall again to get a angel on the door. His rifle slung back up with his left hand reaching up to grip the foregrip of his rifle. His right index finger moving to flip on the red laser sight on.
Jolyne
Jolyne
Already standing at the door, Jolyne leaned against it in a relaxed position with her gun’s safety on and aiming downward, her hands folded together to rest on her lap. The first initial knock got her attention by she figured it was the barrel of her gun hitting the door. Easy to shrug off as she slowly shifted along the door. The second knock made her roll her eyes as it indicated someone else was indeed on the other side. “People coming, people going. This place has too much darn activity.” Briskly and almost haphazardly for someone who witnessed part of a kidnapping she swung the door open and walked out. Had her peripheral vision worked she would notice the man against the wall instantly. It was the warmth left from body heat in the air that made her turn the direction opposite to where he was, before finally turning to face him. The content expression made her appear very relaxed even when she identify the man’s rifle. The corners of her mouth rise up for a half smile before she calls behind her. “Owen there’s a guy with a gun at the door. Might be friendly, still waiting to confirm.” Her eyes never leaving this equipped individual.
Alex
The man took his left hand off of the rifle once again and gestured for the female to move to her knees. His body being covered mostly by the wall besides his head and his left arm from him peeking over the wall. His eyes darted over to the inside of the door registering what the female had said. His eyes already scanning over the female's body noticing the firearm she held. He titled his head to the side and blinked. He would then whisper to the female while still watching the entrance of the door "Are you with the kidnapper thing man?" He shuffled his feet for a few seconds as he kept his ground here. Any action made towards him would lead into a ugly gun fight here. He had already gotten back up routes if needed to back up and readdress the situation if needed. His left hand would then slap back up against the foregrip of his rifle now. His digits wrapping around to give a nice tight grip on the foregrip. His right index finger moving up to the switch on his the right side of the body of the rifle to then turn the red laser sight on. He would then move the sight down to the female adjusting it on her center mass.
Jolyne
Jolyne
Being the stubborn body she was, she propped against the open door and just watched this heavily equipped individual try to be discrete as possible. She could follow through when she wanted to, if she wanted to. She blows some stray strands of hair out of her face and catches his gaze. “The grizzly man? Nah. I just got here myself when he was hauling ol’ girl out of here. Don’t know who either of them were per say, but after seeing the Leatherface tribute on the side over there, I figure he had plucked his next victim.” She stretched her arms as her rifle hung around her torso, not feeling to engage someone who wasn’t as much of a threat as the zombies or whatever the man from earlier was. “Owen’s inside. Don’t know if the people here know if one of their’s was taken. Honestly? Personally? I don’t feel like waiting too long.”
The man had been sitting there in the bushes watching those horrific actions take place. The kidnapping and the mind playing was horrific. He had decided to take a defensive stance within his area instead of pursueing the assailant. Humans have turned into such animals now that this whole shit took place. He rustled about in the bushes and would watch where the kidnapper went. His eyes scanning all around him for possible witnesses or so. After a few moments went by and he had made sure everything was clear he would then make himself visible from the bushes. His gear swayed very slightly on himself. He would then raise his rifle upwards and would look around with his left hand on the foregrip and his right hand resting on the grip. His right index finger resting gently above the trigger on the body. He scoffed at the actions he had just witness and now made his way towards the building he saw the actions take place from. His shot gun bouncing gently on his body. He reached around with left hand to pat his backpack to make sure everything was fine and have a secure conscience for himself and then would pat his plate carrier on his chest. He continued to move quickly towards the building's doors. His eyes scanning over to the dead bodies he had seen the kidnapper fucking with.
"Disgusting fuck.." He muttered to himself as he then smacked up against the wall where the doors to the building where. He layed his back as flat as possible against the wall while peering over to attempt to peak through the windows of the door. He blinked and leaned back over. He brought his rifle up to his work space and checked it and waited a few moments to attempt to listen to any sounds coming from inside the building. He assumed it had to be some kind of school building. He pushed himself off the wall and would then now move to face the doors of the building. He lowered his AR to then raise his left hand from the rifle to then make a fist. His eyes still attempting to scan the inside of the door. He was trying to make as little noise as possible. His left hand then formed a fist and began to knock gently on the doors to the building. He backed a few feet away and looked up the building to see if there were any open windows or other accesses he could get into. He turned around for a spilt second to get a good visual of the scene where the kidnapping or whatever the fuck he had just watched take place. His eyes scanning the surrounding area to make sure nothing else was here. He then turned back around to face the door and would give the door another knock. Once, he had knocked the second time he would move to position himself up against the wall again to get a angel on the door. His rifle slung back up with his left hand reaching up to grip the foregrip of his rifle. His right index finger moving to flip on the red laser sight on.
Jolyne
Jolyne
Already standing at the door, Jolyne leaned against it in a relaxed position with her gun’s safety on and aiming downward, her hands folded together to rest on her lap. The first initial knock got her attention by she figured it was the barrel of her gun hitting the door. Easy to shrug off as she slowly shifted along the door. The second knock made her roll her eyes as it indicated someone else was indeed on the other side. “People coming, people going. This place has too much darn activity.” Briskly and almost haphazardly for someone who witnessed part of a kidnapping she swung the door open and walked out. Had her peripheral vision worked she would notice the man against the wall instantly. It was the warmth left from body heat in the air that made her turn the direction opposite to where he was, before finally turning to face him. The content expression made her appear very relaxed even when she identify the man’s rifle. The corners of her mouth rise up for a half smile before she calls behind her. “Owen there’s a guy with a gun at the door. Might be friendly, still waiting to confirm.” Her eyes never leaving this equipped individual.
Alex
The man took his left hand off of the rifle once again and gestured for the female to move to her knees. His body being covered mostly by the wall besides his head and his left arm from him peeking over the wall. His eyes darted over to the inside of the door registering what the female had said. His eyes already scanning over the female's body noticing the firearm she held. He titled his head to the side and blinked. He would then whisper to the female while still watching the entrance of the door "Are you with the kidnapper thing man?" He shuffled his feet for a few seconds as he kept his ground here. Any action made towards him would lead into a ugly gun fight here. He had already gotten back up routes if needed to back up and readdress the situation if needed. His left hand would then slap back up against the foregrip of his rifle now. His digits wrapping around to give a nice tight grip on the foregrip. His right index finger moving up to the switch on his the right side of the body of the rifle to then turn the red laser sight on. He would then move the sight down to the female adjusting it on her center mass.
Jolyne
Jolyne
Being the stubborn body she was, she propped against the open door and just watched this heavily equipped individual try to be discrete as possible. She could follow through when she wanted to, if she wanted to. She blows some stray strands of hair out of her face and catches his gaze. “The grizzly man? Nah. I just got here myself when he was hauling ol’ girl out of here. Don’t know who either of them were per say, but after seeing the Leatherface tribute on the side over there, I figure he had plucked his next victim.” She stretched her arms as her rifle hung around her torso, not feeling to engage someone who wasn’t as much of a threat as the zombies or whatever the man from earlier was. “Owen’s inside. Don’t know if the people here know if one of their’s was taken. Honestly? Personally? I don’t feel like waiting too long.”
She wasn't sure whether or not anyone would try to stop her, but when nobody did and she passed by the other survivors by the door without issue she couldn't help but to let out a small sigh of relief. Deep down, she'd expected to work herself into trouble on her own within the first few minutes of her adventure, but now that that didn't appear to be the case she ventured further with more confident strides.
Covering her nose and her mouth at the smell of fresh blood, she passed the rest of the building and headed further onto the campus grounds. A shiver ran through her spine as she stepped out of the shadows of the place of safety she left behind and into the soft sunlight.
While her steps were fast paced and she made sure to not waste any time, squinted eyes gazed over the paths and the grass, scanning the grounds for any sign of activity. She hoped that if there was any, it'd be that of the living but she feared the dead. The grounds were calm, too calm for comfort and she hurried along in the direction of the road while checking her surroundings every few seconds.
Having no idea where she was headed, she was grateful when she could feel the buzzing of her phone in her pocket. A text, more of a riddle than a direction was visible on her screen once she unlocked it.
Hih shool
Two rather unclear words that had the ginger turning right the moment she'd passed the coffee shop and speeding up as she reached the road. They were just clear enough.
Covering her nose and her mouth at the smell of fresh blood, she passed the rest of the building and headed further onto the campus grounds. A shiver ran through her spine as she stepped out of the shadows of the place of safety she left behind and into the soft sunlight.
While her steps were fast paced and she made sure to not waste any time, squinted eyes gazed over the paths and the grass, scanning the grounds for any sign of activity. She hoped that if there was any, it'd be that of the living but she feared the dead. The grounds were calm, too calm for comfort and she hurried along in the direction of the road while checking her surroundings every few seconds.
Having no idea where she was headed, she was grateful when she could feel the buzzing of her phone in her pocket. A text, more of a riddle than a direction was visible on her screen once she unlocked it.
Hih shool
Two rather unclear words that had the ginger turning right the moment she'd passed the coffee shop and speeding up as she reached the road. They were just clear enough.
Jolyne
She was kind of thrown off by the woman walking by her “Hi there! My name’s....not important!” Poor girl looked like she was in a hurry. Wonder if she knew what was going on. She’s got her own thing going on. Jolyne turned her head to see and hear Owen, now dressed in more urban attire but still looking all doom and gloom. “Nice wardrobe change! And I’m ready when you are!” She was almost too excited for this rescue mission. In a world of zombies and serial killers, one wouldn’t be this enthusiastic...unless their life was truly that boring before. Jolyne being a mercenary for hire had what common folk would see as a life far from boring.
“Anyhow super spy guy who’s name I don’t know. Feel free to tag along if you can catch up with us. Let’s head out!!”
Jolyne spins her hands around in front of her like a disco dance move and nods as walks forth. The direction she heads towards follows after the girl that had passed her and the armed man, but also in the general direction she saw the gorilla man hauling the woman earlier. “Operation: Red Riding Hood Rescue is on!!"
Owen
The UK operative looked to Jolyne and let his MP5 hang around him securely as he slide his gloved hands into his pockets. “You’re being loud. Wait, why the hell Red Riding Hood?” His pace stayed steady. He looked in the direction of the man with the gun, most likely the one Jolyne was talking to while he was inside. He gives a head nod and casually continues onward behind Jolyne.
Jolyne
She twirls around and faces Owen as she carefully and cautiously walks backwards. She smiles at Owen and taps the side of her head. “Be scruff man, takes a woman into the woods. Big bad wolf vibes! Duhhh. And we’re the huntsman. Gonna chop dude up and save Red Riding Hood. It’d be perfect if we were going to save a lil old lady as well.”
Grant
It was only when Grant actually made it outside that he realized he had no idea where he was going. He had seen Grace leave before and glanced from left to right to try and find her. Nothing he could see. Grant reached to the side of his helmet and flipped a switch, activating the red glow in the eye slots. Slowly, he made his way forward, taking his revolver back out of its holster. “This is stupid...why am I still doing this?” He spoke to himself as he walked, no sense of direction, “I’m gonna get myself killed”
Alex
Alex blinked as the people past him. He gave out a sigh in relief that these weren't the people involved in the kidnapping event he had witnessed. In fact, these people are apparently the good guys. He took a step back in silence and watched the others listen. The one female that had seemed to storm out the front door looked determined to go on whatever search mission she had. He turned back to face the other female Jolyne the one he had met at gun point. He heard them talk about their plan to go and rescue whoever this person was and now he was going to go give assistance. He turned on his heels and would let his rifle drop down to hang around his chest. The sling snapping against his body as he began to walk off with the others. He wasn't sure what the plan was or how it would be conducted out. His mind let a few thoughts pass before calming himself down. His eyes scanning over the others and noticing another person with a better kit than what the others had. This kit seemed more...well put together. Something a civilian wouldn't have. He noticed the nod that the man had given him and in return would have give a nod back. He reached up with his left to pat down his plate carrier. It held one set of a IFAK (Individual First Aid Kit) and then in his tactical backpack was a bit more medical supplies that would at least treat major trauma issues if there were to be any on the field. With this bunch of people there might be some sort of injury inbound.
He kept quiet listening to everyone talk mostly the female he had at gun point when they first met. She seemed for "Go-getting" and hyper about the situation but also determined to retrieve that person from that psychotic person that had kidnapped the female. He blinked giving a blank expression for a second before scanning the surroundings. He stayed back a bit from the others. Maybe twelve yards or so from the group that just left to go on whatever they were doing. He stilled stayed in eye sight of them. His foots steps steady and soft leaving no trail of foot prints from him if the ground was to give any hints of footprints.
Grant
Before Grant even got off campus he felt the blast from the elementary school, he stumbled for a second and looked up into the sky and billowing smoke. “Oh Jesus Christ, what now?” He holstered his revolver again and ran towards the source of smoke, hoping to find the cause and possibly survivors. Possibilities ran through his mind, would zombies be there? Are we under attack from another group of survivors? Is the military helping out, or against us still?
She was kind of thrown off by the woman walking by her “Hi there! My name’s....not important!” Poor girl looked like she was in a hurry. Wonder if she knew what was going on. She’s got her own thing going on. Jolyne turned her head to see and hear Owen, now dressed in more urban attire but still looking all doom and gloom. “Nice wardrobe change! And I’m ready when you are!” She was almost too excited for this rescue mission. In a world of zombies and serial killers, one wouldn’t be this enthusiastic...unless their life was truly that boring before. Jolyne being a mercenary for hire had what common folk would see as a life far from boring.
“Anyhow super spy guy who’s name I don’t know. Feel free to tag along if you can catch up with us. Let’s head out!!”
Jolyne spins her hands around in front of her like a disco dance move and nods as walks forth. The direction she heads towards follows after the girl that had passed her and the armed man, but also in the general direction she saw the gorilla man hauling the woman earlier. “Operation: Red Riding Hood Rescue is on!!"
Owen
The UK operative looked to Jolyne and let his MP5 hang around him securely as he slide his gloved hands into his pockets. “You’re being loud. Wait, why the hell Red Riding Hood?” His pace stayed steady. He looked in the direction of the man with the gun, most likely the one Jolyne was talking to while he was inside. He gives a head nod and casually continues onward behind Jolyne.
Jolyne
She twirls around and faces Owen as she carefully and cautiously walks backwards. She smiles at Owen and taps the side of her head. “Be scruff man, takes a woman into the woods. Big bad wolf vibes! Duhhh. And we’re the huntsman. Gonna chop dude up and save Red Riding Hood. It’d be perfect if we were going to save a lil old lady as well.”
Grant
It was only when Grant actually made it outside that he realized he had no idea where he was going. He had seen Grace leave before and glanced from left to right to try and find her. Nothing he could see. Grant reached to the side of his helmet and flipped a switch, activating the red glow in the eye slots. Slowly, he made his way forward, taking his revolver back out of its holster. “This is stupid...why am I still doing this?” He spoke to himself as he walked, no sense of direction, “I’m gonna get myself killed”
Alex
Alex blinked as the people past him. He gave out a sigh in relief that these weren't the people involved in the kidnapping event he had witnessed. In fact, these people are apparently the good guys. He took a step back in silence and watched the others listen. The one female that had seemed to storm out the front door looked determined to go on whatever search mission she had. He turned back to face the other female Jolyne the one he had met at gun point. He heard them talk about their plan to go and rescue whoever this person was and now he was going to go give assistance. He turned on his heels and would let his rifle drop down to hang around his chest. The sling snapping against his body as he began to walk off with the others. He wasn't sure what the plan was or how it would be conducted out. His mind let a few thoughts pass before calming himself down. His eyes scanning over the others and noticing another person with a better kit than what the others had. This kit seemed more...well put together. Something a civilian wouldn't have. He noticed the nod that the man had given him and in return would have give a nod back. He reached up with his left to pat down his plate carrier. It held one set of a IFAK (Individual First Aid Kit) and then in his tactical backpack was a bit more medical supplies that would at least treat major trauma issues if there were to be any on the field. With this bunch of people there might be some sort of injury inbound.
He kept quiet listening to everyone talk mostly the female he had at gun point when they first met. She seemed for "Go-getting" and hyper about the situation but also determined to retrieve that person from that psychotic person that had kidnapped the female. He blinked giving a blank expression for a second before scanning the surroundings. He stayed back a bit from the others. Maybe twelve yards or so from the group that just left to go on whatever they were doing. He stilled stayed in eye sight of them. His foots steps steady and soft leaving no trail of foot prints from him if the ground was to give any hints of footprints.
Grant
Before Grant even got off campus he felt the blast from the elementary school, he stumbled for a second and looked up into the sky and billowing smoke. “Oh Jesus Christ, what now?” He holstered his revolver again and ran towards the source of smoke, hoping to find the cause and possibly survivors. Possibilities ran through his mind, would zombies be there? Are we under attack from another group of survivors? Is the military helping out, or against us still?
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