Memphis the demon
The double doors were burst open from the swift kick from his boot. No one bothered to fortify the place if they were that easy to get through. And if they were fortified they did a piss poor job. Didn’t mean the place was safe for Memphis until he cleared it appropriately. The question was, did he have time to do such a task? At least two individuals saw him take his new plaything from the college campus. If they were wise, they wouldn’t have followed. If they were wiser, they would have come in large numbers. He tossed the woman to the floor and watched her plummet as she was still hogtied like an animal.
A growl emitted from him as his hostile gaze descended upon her figure. Admiring her shape, and tightening the grip of his machete’s handle as he imagined what piercing the skin into the flesh with just the tip alone would feel like. The sensation was intoxicating and caused him to drool some. He squats over her and gets real close. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.” He said in his guttural voice. He stormed off swiftly and held his machete ready to swing. Scanning all visible foreground of the school’s entrance be pinpointed what appeared to be an elevator, more doors leading to more parts. Each step felt rushed and eager. A sense of anxiety behind his eyes as they widened and darted around madly. Something about schools gave him a visibly clear expression of unease.
Sasha Kingsley
The solid clatter from him kicking the doors jarred her body, the pain making her groan again as her vision wavered as new waves spread out over her body. She dropped her head against him for a moment, her shuddering breathing difficult at best. Until she went flying through the air again, curling her body up as best as she could to protect her head. A solid thunk from her hitting the floor had her turning her face down onto the tiles, her eyes pulled shut tightly as she shuddered hard as new spasms of pain had her groaning. Even tied as she was, she moved barely to try and ease the pain from the latest fall as she heard him talking again. She could feel the heat from him, his breath crossing her skin as she kept her face turned from him view. She waited until she heard the sounds of his footsteps leave and she lifted her hands, pulling her phone out. She closed her eyes, trying to spell out where she thinks she is, at the high school. The text that would go to Grace and L however, would read "fuc, kee her safe hih shool dnt can lon" she has no idea is she was able to send it, but puts her phone back into her pocket, intent on staying alive now. When she hit the floor again, her shoulder dislocated, or bruised badly because the pain begins throbbing harshly, making her whimper softly
Memphis The Demon
His heavy footsteps carried him back to the woman he brought into the building. “Grounds are clear for the most part. Nothing I’ve got to shove my blade into aside from you when the time comes.” He kneels down and with his strength lifts her back up, his large hand gripped onto her injured shoulder without notice. “Your folks need to be more careful. You’re the example. I know that any moment they’ll probably rally up and come try and get you back. These are the same people that allowed for a stranger to make beautiful art of the nearest corpses he could find after just walking up. Bad enough you had no one standing guard, no barricades or anything?” He lowers his grip to her arm’s bicep and squeezes his grip harder. “You all would’ve had a better chance holding up here. I try my best to stay away from schools. Still...I would’ve gotten my hands on you, sooner or later. Start walking, you’re my shield in case things get hairy with some goon aiming a rifle at me again.” He shoved her lightly and got her to walk in front of him, breathing angrily and with frustration.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha heard him return, her eyes rolling back in her head as the swift pain shot through her entire body as he picked her up. If he hadn't kept his grip on her she would have stumbled and fell, her vision wavering between fog and groggy. She shook her head, attempting to bring some clarity to her mind as he moved her forward, trying to gauge where she was and how she could get free. Even as she listened, she shook her head more mumbling about how crazy it was for him to call what he did art. "Your nuts, man... Just let me go, I ain't no good to you." She whispered softly, the sound of her boots echoing around the empty hallway as he shoved her forward. "God, you trying to break more of me? Quit fucking shoving me!" She said angrily, yanking her dislocated shoulder and body away from him, taking a step forward. Even stumbling, she kept upright, refusing to fall on her knees in front of him again.
Memphis The Demon
There it was. That sinister grin. Evil incarnate with an expression of utter amusement. You’d swear his eyes opposed each other in direction the moment he reeled in close enough to take in her scent. Nostrils flaring his eyes roll back as he exhaled through a guttural breath. A growl as he kept her still and balanced. “Oh, I’m trying to break all of you.” This made him chuckle and lick his lips. ”And then what? Another body to ever growing count of victims? You’re so full of yourself.” A voice only he could hear. The voice of the one who always fought for power within himself. The voice of the man he used to be before things got...loud. This causes Memphis to snarl and growl at literal air. “Shut your trap! The more bodies to come into my domain, the more souls I get to claim! On Earth my destruction reigns, as below doth my glorious fame!” He held his machete in the air, letting go and facing the door. He was waiting. There was no reason for him to keep the girl their...unless he were waiting for something. ”Whatever. I just can’t wait for the day you meet your match. The day you finally lose, and I will finally win and take back control. Until then, enjoy the time you have with your new playmate.” This voice echoed in his head and lingered. Memphis growled and spat out in anger. “I always win!!!”
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha tried to keep her head away from his, but the grip he took made it impossible for her to do so. Instead, she shifted her hips forward slightly, keeping their bodies from getting to close to each. She knew he would find her phone if that happened. Oddly, she shuddered even as disgust crossed her face and she turned her face away from him. The bright red curls had fallen lose in the fight before and now hung across her face and shoulder, muddy and bloody. Strings of the odd mixture clung to her face as she kept moving forward at his insisted pushes. Until she heard him growling again, causing her to draw as far from him as possible, instinct making her shield her injured side as best as possible while looking at him bewildered over her other shoulder.
NPC Edgar
The slim framed man shuffled at an eager pace towards the front doors of the elementary school. His breathing was heavy with a wheeze behind each exhale. Dressed in a tattered trench coat and formal attire he fiddled with his hands gloved with black leather. The fingers danced with the tips of each other as he stood at the entrance. This was the location. One of few they had as an opportune meeting location, but definitely the one that his new associate must have been waiting within. After all there’s a boot print on the door. Perfect, perfect. Yes, yes. Edgar reaches out with fingers curled and the knuckles of said right hand pointed to the door’s surface. Knock, knock, knock. Three knocks seemed polite enough. The hand withdraws and the fingers re-emerge like the appendages of a crab or similar crustacean, one at a time.
Edgar displayed dilated pupils which exhibited a manner of mind altering influence from possible substance use. This wasn’t like anyone using crank or a street drug. His smile was eager but not one tripping on a self-harming high. He seemed...amped. Edgar waited for the door to open, temptation itching at his dancing fingers to knock a second series of three times in case he was not heard.
Memphis The Demon
Knocking. Someone was at the front doors. His contact. A discerning sigh and growl emitted from his mouth. He held his machete tight and crept slowly towards the doors they had entered through. Using the girl to open while he was at the ready with his blade would’ve been ideal for any sane person attempting to preserve their life. And then there’s Memphis. Opening the door a crack so that his eye could visibly be seen peaking into the other side while the lack of internal light masked the rest of his visage in utter darkness. The weirdo is here. His gaze met Edgar’s and he growled again.
NPC Edgar
Edgar waves at the creeping Memphis with an eager smile. “Hello, my dear friend! Mind if I show myself in?” The man waited for not an answer or a single gesture of allowed entry as he pushed his way in. As his trench coat flapped behind him, a series of sheathed knives could be seen at each belt loop on his pants. His arms open wide as his eyes lock onto the female present with Memphis. One of the pretty fools that have decided to hold up in the open campus nearby. What Edgar saw was one of the real survivors of the group. And this made his impossibly wide grin, somehow widen even more with each of his crooked white teeth becoming more visible and the gaze in his eye becoming more deranged. “You’ve got the real prize winner here, my dear demon man. Mmmmm, from her toned frame to that pretty face you can just peel off with a knife. Yes yes. Cut cut.” He reaches out with his hands and gripped her arms by their biceps. He stood at six feet exactly, looming over her with utter desire. Further inspection of his face and a prominent-healed scar ran down the right side of his face from his cheek to his chin.
Memphis The Demon
Caught off guard, Memphis backed away slowly but kept his eyes on the man. His actions...put him on edge. As if that were possible. Not the type to work with anyone, especially in this modern day of walking corpses, the idea of a partner seemed far from appealing. It made him somewhat sick to his stomach. At the point he held onto Sasha’s arms, Memphis furrowed his brow and walked over to them slowly. “Mind her shoulder. I’m pretty sure it got seriously banged up in our fight earlier. Her people will be around these parts soon. When they’re all gathered, we pick ‘em off. One by one. Slowly. Savor the hunt. Savor the kill. I’ll have a new piece of art to put together with their bodies.”
Alex
Alex had taken a different path from the others that were on their adventures. They had taken a longer path. His detour cut the time down by at least a quarter of the time it would take for the others to get here. The school was a decently large building with windows all over the place and several doors. He assumed breaching would be a fairly easy process if everyone knew what they were doing. Alex was off to the side of the building perimeter. Sitting on the outskirts and examining every possibility there could be for anything to happen. He moved himself to set behind cover of a set of trees and bushes that were tightly put together to give the aesthetic please to the look of the school. His eyes moved over to then view the playground. Memories hit him for a few moments and he would shake his head getting back into the right head space. He looked down to see that the dirt beneath him was great for drawing and so he proceeded to draw a small map of what he visibly saw. To the right of him it was clear open fields. Possibly good enough to attempt to draw out whoever was inside and use that person as bait. Not the greatest plan he had but it could work. If it did work it would make things easier. In front of him was the playground for the kids and then behind that was the elementary school. He drew a box with a line going to the right was a giant parking lot for everyone including busses. He could see cars and busses in the parking lot.
Then, to the right of the parking lot. He looked up with his attention going away from the little map he was drawing and scanned again. To the right of the parking lot was the school auditorium and then behind that more school buildings? He let out a sigh. This was going to prove way more difficult than it should be. He drew another box right next to the line for the parking lot. Two buildings and a giant open space in between them. Behind the two main buildings which were the point of interest he the drew a circle for the two story building behind that and for the spot behind him which was the trailer park he made a detour that had a few walkers in hit he drew a triangle. Back up spot if he needed to move back there in case of a gun fight. He was knelt in the bushes. His rifle gently resting up against his thigh with the single point sling around him. His Remington Model 870 slung over his back rested vertically against the tac. backpack that he had on. That shotgun was also loaded with slug rounds. Decent enough to breach. He did however have three rounds for breaching doors. Could be needed on this. He used his right hand that was gloved to then pat the Glock 19 Gen5 gently making sure the two magazines on the holster were still there and to check if there was a magazine in the Glock. Everything was fine for him. He had already checked his plate carrier and backpack and his other pockets. He adjusted his head to turn it to the right. He was scanning behind him to see if the others had joined yet. Of course, they haven't yet. Time was of the essence here. He turned his head back towards the target location and looked over to the parking lot. He began to think on some other plans while he waited here.
NPC Edgar
“Boring, boring. Why wait for the others? I’m going to dig into them all inevitably. Yes, yes. Cut, cut. No, we have fun with this plaything now. We have fun with the others later. The flesh is primed by the fear. It becomes quite tasty. We must act now if we are to consume her.” His high pitched voice spoke in a calculated manner with an outward pattern. His right eye was visibly fixated on Sasha, and his now prominent lazy-eye drifted downward and away. The long string of drool hung down extremely low and stubbornly didn’t disconnect. His hands frantically hover between himself and Sasha now that he was within reach. The fingers, how they bent, curled, and extended like the legs of a traveling centipede. “My dear friend, Memphis? If you have any carnal desires you wish to enact, I advise you wait until you have more bodies to work with. That way I can really see you in action. Kill, kill. Yes, yes.” Edgar’s gaze never leaves Sasha. “Allow me to have my fun precious time with this tasty morsel. Eat, eat. Feast, feast.”
Memphis The Demon
“I have a better idea.” The slasher’s weapon skewers through the torso of Edgar. The base of the handle practically plants itself between the helpless man’s shoulder blades. With the blade being this deep inside, Memphis effortlessly hoists Edgar up and tosses him down off of the blade and into the floor near Sasha. Looking down at this man, Memphis furrowed his brow and tilted his head. “Just as I thought. I had a hunch when I first met you. A self-proclaimed killer. A monster among men. You compared yourself to me. You said that we could...work together.” Memphis looked over Edgar and hoisted his leg over to the opposite side of him to stand over Edgar completely. “I wanted to see how long I could wait before you double-crossed you. Didn’t think you were stupid enough to steal a kill I earned. I’ve killed more than you. I’ve killed many just like you. And you all have this annoying thing in common.”
Memphis reaches for one of the man’s knives and takes it out, jamming into the upper part of the back, and cutting downward like a knife cuts well done steak. The blood spurts up and hits Memphis in the face, he doesn’t budge. He even licks what he can off of his cheek. His eyes widened and fixed on this helpless excuse of a killer. “You’re all so familiar with baring the hands of death itself, but when it’s fingers wrap around your throat you’re suddenly confused. You can’t kill without knowing you can at any moment be killed. That’s not how it works!! You let your guard down, and now you are in her position. And just as you were...I’m gonna have some fun.” He says this before proceeding the rip off every knife he can and slashing away at Edgar’s opening back flesh.
NPC Edgar
Edgar’s screams were loud. Haunting almost. They successfully muffled the sound of his flesh and now exposed organs being ripped at manically. Whimpers mixed with cries as he tried to reach out to crawl away with extended arms only for another attack on his body to hinder his moments and stun him in place. The hunter had become the hunted. Even as he pleaded for Memphis to stop, he was being overwhelmed by the attacks painful inflictions his sight became blurred. He musters a few words. “We could’ve conquered this land together. We...we...” His hand reaches as high as possible and it begins to tremble.
Memphis The Demon
The slasher walks from over Edgar and kneels down in front of him. He grabs the hand delicately and gently. A smile, more twisted than Edgar’s, as if that were possible, spreads upon the Demon’s face. He grips it hard enough to break a few bones. Whipping his machete forward he, as he pulls Edgar up as far off the ground as possible towards him, he runs the machete upward. The point makes contact with the underside of Edgar’s jaw and digs up into the head with more pressure added. The light from Edgar’s eyes, accompanied by the fear and panic, diminished as a candle’s light would at the end of its wick. Memphis saw it with his own eyes, and that thrill of the kill made him shiver with delight. Even when the last breath exhaled from Edgar. “There was never a we.” He drops the body and runs bloody fingers through long messy hair. “There’s only one demon, and you’ve paid your tribute perfectly.” His gaze turns to Sasha silently, the smile going away slowly.
Sasha Kingsley
She had remained silent through everything that had happened, her body frozen as fear slowly crept into her mind. The fog and fear making it impossible for her to move beyond keeping her body from the reach of the second man, only knowing she would kill herself before giving in to whatever he was. The sharp green of her eyes widened, the screams of Memphis killing the other echoing harshly all around them before she shook her head again, backing away from him.
"YOU IDIOT!" She yelled, no longer bothering to keep silent. "Hordes of those walking dead bastards are coming this way, and you can bet your bloody ass they heard that shit!" Her body shook hard as she understood she was going to die, her eyes closing briefly before opening back up to look at the man who had kidnapped her. "I know I'm gonna die. But don't let me die tied up and with no weapon." She said, the fire in her eyes making the one looking at her wonder if she had plans to escape. "There is thousands of them coming to this town. I won't die like a pig in a fucking slaughter house!" She said, forcefully, the renewed effort making her breathless as she leaned against the far wall, well away from the pieces of what once was a man.
Owen
A zombie that no one seemed to finish breathed its last breath before Owen removed his knife from the skull of the creature. The map lead him accordingly. The double doors of the town’s elementary was but a couple of yards away. Owen sheathes his knife and proceeds to crouch. His movements precise and careful, avoiding any overgrowth of grass or shattered glass and trash that would cause even the slightest noise. The location of their target and the enemy were unknown. Recon needed to be done. He was trained for this. And because he had been deployed without the equipment an operative such as himself would use in the field, he had to rely on his senses and skill. The man they he was after was dangerous. This kidnapper most likely had to be dealt with before a proper rescue could occur. Owen approached swiftly the double doors. Rather than staying next to the doors he remained next to the threshold’s start. Should the door open inward or outward, Owen was out of the way. He looks out to where he originated from, giving a single fist up hand gesture for her to see.
Jolene
From her position she took point. She trusted her new friend knew what he was doing better than she did. Especially in this scenario. Leave the soldier to approach this like a soldier. Should he needed backup, she was posted behind a tree nearby with her sights focused on him. Her position wasn’t conspicuous but she found herself hidden well enough. Aiming her gun downward and at the ready as she watched Owen, her eyes never left him. It was either this elementary school or what looked to be the high school nearby that would’ve been the only locations the kidnapper ended up in. They did take their time setting out to look for the kidnapper girl and this crook, so the possibility that they had moved on still bugged her. Inspecting this location wouldn’t have been for nothing though. Just have to play it safe, she thought. He breathing was steady, as she waited.
Memphis The Demon
The smile went away and he stood up with his hands at his sides. She had a point. Whatever those things were outside that hardly passed for people had a knack for going to where the noise was. They would go for the kill based on this fact alone. Horde towards the cause. However if the cause was something as deadly as him, possibly deadlier, it could serve as a distraction that piles the bodies and leaves him a getaway with the girl in tow. However, could he really trust her?
He kneels down and reaches into Edgar’s personal possessions. Two knives are removed from their holster. He smirked as he walked over to the woman. He puts one knife in front of her, and uses the second to cut her restraints before placing that knife next to the first. “The second you act on that urge to stab me in the back literally, I will recreate the Venus de Milo with your reanimated body. As much as I need you alive in case your friends try to rescue you, I will not hesitate to turn you into another one of my masterpieces.” His tone was straight forward and eerily calm for such a threat.
He stands over her and grips his machete tight at the handle. “There was a time I took residence in a house on the outskirts of a town similar to Clarey. This was before this walking corpse nonsense happened. Police tracked me down because of a witness or two had seen me leaving a bloody killing spree inside a gang hideout. I’m going to show you how I managed to escape nine or so squad vehicles. Meet me in the kitchen in the back once you’ve freed yourself.” His heavy footsteps left the front of the elementary school and headed towards the back where the kitchen was located. It didn’t take him long to find the stove once he walked inside.
Sasha Kingsley
*Sasha stayed frozen, her bright green eyes focused on his every move as her body tensed. Sure he was going to simply kill her and be on his way.. her body rocked in shock though, as he cut her hands free and gave her two knives stolen from what was left of the other man. She shook her head, "At this point, I want to live. That means I'm staying with you, because alone I'd end up food against all the walking bastards I seen." She stated harshly, the twang in her voice making her words slur together.
As he moved away from her, she shrugged her hands, removing the rope from them and cried out from the dislocated shoulder. Knowing that arm was useless unless she could get it back in place, she rammed her shoulder into the wall she had been leaning against. Pain ripped through her entire body and she screamed breathlessly, but the pain was halved quickly from the joint being back in place. Shaking her head from the tunnel vision she had, she attempted to follow behind the larger male. Her eyes remained blurry, even as she caught up with him and looked around.. "what are you doing?" She asked softly, her hands gripping the bloody knives tightly.
Memphis The Demon
He flipped the kitchen light to get a clear look. The gas stove looked old, without proper cleaning and maintenance. Similar to the one he used last time. It was perfect. Thank goodness for a lack of school funding, right? The multiple knobs on the stove were then turned by the man as he smirked. He heard the woman had arrived and joined him in the kitchen. Without looking to her as he had turned three of four knobs, he casually said in his deep sadistic tone of casual dialogue, “I’m gonna blow this place up. Or at least start a decent fire with the explosion as a distraction.” He walks to a chair and drags it effortlessly to the center where he had easy accessible reach of the meeting point for the lightbulbs in the room. Removing the covering he tossed it to the side and proceeded to visibly fiddle with the bulbs. Although it sounded as if he were tampering with the bulbs in an intricate and delicate manner, he only loosened the bulbs enough to where the current of the electricity was actively traveling between the space from where the bulb started and the fastener ended. To test this, he nudged each lightbulb that had defaulted to being off until they hovered between on and off.
Memphis finally crushed each bulb with his hand open and jumped down and kicked the chair to the side before walking back over to her. “We have people potentially coming to rescue you. And we also probably have those walking corpses arriving from the noise caused. In which case we need to be ready to make an exit miss...fleshbag.” Not a social individual he called her something he could remember easily and recall when referring to her. He gestured for her to follow him out. “The loose voltage will be the ignition to a makeshift bomb with the stove being the gas source. I remember seeing it in the first Child’s Play movie. It would take a gunshot to make a stove ignite and explode like in the movie but some faulty wiring will do the trick as well.”
Alex
Alex peaked his head up above the bush that he was hiding in with the drawing that he made of the layout he could see of the surrounding area on the floor. He looked like a groundhog appearing from his hole which in this case was the bush. He stared over at the door where he saw the man again from before. If he was here the other person with him had to be here. He scanned the area for a decent moment and then spotted the female by a tree. He blinked and scrambled to find something to throw at her. After a few minutes of running his right gloved hand through the dirt he found a small rock. Raising his right hand upwards and taking it away from the body of the rifle he gripped the rock tightly in his right hand and would make a throwing motion launching the rock at the female to get her attention. He then gave a soft whistle to the other person at the door and would use his same right hand to gesture him over. If he saw him or she did he would move to the side and point towards the ground where he had the little blueprint of the layout existing around him. His eyes then went back to scanning the front of the building. He went back to waiting to see if they would respond to him. His right hand moving back to rest against the body of his rifle and his left hand moved to then grip the front of his plate carrier by the collar. His mind was processing different plans and planning out different scenarios on what might happen.
Do we have any conformation that the person is even in here? Do we have eyes? Does this person have any traps or shit laid out? Do we go in on the cover of night or wait for daylight? Those thoughts were crossing his mind. Daylight might be the best option but also might give them away if they were to go do a perimeter check. What if someone got hurt? What is the fall back procedure and where would they post up? Are there any doors that weren't covered? The answer was obviously but if they could potentially funnel the people out of the school into the open field it was game over for the kidnapper man. Clear shot easy as day. They couldn't allow anymore close quarter activities after this one. He had his Remington 870 shotgun that would help in this situation but it was loud but would guarantee to get the job done even for breaching.
Owen
Ears ringing. Just a sharp white noise and utter pain in the depths of his ear drums. All senses have become fully discombobulated leaving the mind helplessly lost. He was trained for this, however. Owen had to come to his senses. One step at a time. Breathe. He had to breathe. It wasn’t until the mere thought occurred had he realized subconsciously he was so shook he forgot the basic human need for oxygen. The first I hale was sharp and shaky. He grunts his exhales while widened eyes dart around for a clear image of…anything. The building he had scoped out externally carried an explosion that originated internally and had enough force to knock him in the middle of the road between the schools and trees. Through gritted teeth he groaned in pain as everything started to hit him at once. The pain that came once the ringing sensation through his ears ceased. The impact of landing not too far away from where he had been standing originally, but enough distance from an explosion to rock the core of his body. Owen reeled as he could smell nothing. It clogging ash and ember as well as whatever debris emerged from the fresh explosion. His vision consisted of two’s. Two destroyed buildings, two sets of trees, two sets of hands as he looked down at his own shaking fists. And the taste of his own blood. Wound originating from his lip as he bit the inside of his bottom lip upon being tossed. All senses accounted for. Get up soldier, he thought. He sits up and catches eye of his MP5. Picking it up he slowly and steadily came to his feet before coughing violently. “Fuck!” All that came to mind and he had to really say it out loud, because…well…fuck.
Alex
Alex had fallen onto the floor from the blast of the explosion that came from the school. His body was well protected from any damage he would've taken from getting slung to the floor except a few clothes rashes here and there around his body. He quickly moved to his feet to look around him and would attempt to ignore the pain that shook his body. He would rush over to his rifle picking it up off the ground and would quickly pat himself down quickly to make sure there were no wounds elsewhere around his body. He then quickly scanned the area of the others and once he caught eye of the nearest person which was the other heavily geared guy he would the rush over to his aide. He would grab him tightly from the clothes on his back gripping a handful of his fabric and would assist him up while shoving him forward in motion to move away from the explosion in case of a secondary explosion and to get away from the approaching infected if there were any. Once, that action was done he looked around for any others and didn't immediately spot any. With that his breathing slowly became normal with a few gasps here and there attempting to scan for any nearby places to regroup. He would move back to Owen's side and pointing with his right index finger and slapping him roughly against the arms to get his attention if his hearing was impaired by the loud noises. There was a set of bushes they could post up in well enough to regain their composure and with that Alex was off attempting a full sprint to the bushes. Grunts emerged from his body as he then would reach the bushes sliding into the bushes with a loud thud and clanking noise of his gear smacking hard against the ground. Now he properly took the time to begin checking his body down for any external wounds. If there were any internal wounds he would be pretty much fucked out here.
The double doors were burst open from the swift kick from his boot. No one bothered to fortify the place if they were that easy to get through. And if they were fortified they did a piss poor job. Didn’t mean the place was safe for Memphis until he cleared it appropriately. The question was, did he have time to do such a task? At least two individuals saw him take his new plaything from the college campus. If they were wise, they wouldn’t have followed. If they were wiser, they would have come in large numbers. He tossed the woman to the floor and watched her plummet as she was still hogtied like an animal.
A growl emitted from him as his hostile gaze descended upon her figure. Admiring her shape, and tightening the grip of his machete’s handle as he imagined what piercing the skin into the flesh with just the tip alone would feel like. The sensation was intoxicating and caused him to drool some. He squats over her and gets real close. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.” He said in his guttural voice. He stormed off swiftly and held his machete ready to swing. Scanning all visible foreground of the school’s entrance be pinpointed what appeared to be an elevator, more doors leading to more parts. Each step felt rushed and eager. A sense of anxiety behind his eyes as they widened and darted around madly. Something about schools gave him a visibly clear expression of unease.
Sasha Kingsley
The solid clatter from him kicking the doors jarred her body, the pain making her groan again as her vision wavered as new waves spread out over her body. She dropped her head against him for a moment, her shuddering breathing difficult at best. Until she went flying through the air again, curling her body up as best as she could to protect her head. A solid thunk from her hitting the floor had her turning her face down onto the tiles, her eyes pulled shut tightly as she shuddered hard as new spasms of pain had her groaning. Even tied as she was, she moved barely to try and ease the pain from the latest fall as she heard him talking again. She could feel the heat from him, his breath crossing her skin as she kept her face turned from him view. She waited until she heard the sounds of his footsteps leave and she lifted her hands, pulling her phone out. She closed her eyes, trying to spell out where she thinks she is, at the high school. The text that would go to Grace and L however, would read "fuc, kee her safe hih shool dnt can lon" she has no idea is she was able to send it, but puts her phone back into her pocket, intent on staying alive now. When she hit the floor again, her shoulder dislocated, or bruised badly because the pain begins throbbing harshly, making her whimper softly
Memphis The Demon
His heavy footsteps carried him back to the woman he brought into the building. “Grounds are clear for the most part. Nothing I’ve got to shove my blade into aside from you when the time comes.” He kneels down and with his strength lifts her back up, his large hand gripped onto her injured shoulder without notice. “Your folks need to be more careful. You’re the example. I know that any moment they’ll probably rally up and come try and get you back. These are the same people that allowed for a stranger to make beautiful art of the nearest corpses he could find after just walking up. Bad enough you had no one standing guard, no barricades or anything?” He lowers his grip to her arm’s bicep and squeezes his grip harder. “You all would’ve had a better chance holding up here. I try my best to stay away from schools. Still...I would’ve gotten my hands on you, sooner or later. Start walking, you’re my shield in case things get hairy with some goon aiming a rifle at me again.” He shoved her lightly and got her to walk in front of him, breathing angrily and with frustration.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha heard him return, her eyes rolling back in her head as the swift pain shot through her entire body as he picked her up. If he hadn't kept his grip on her she would have stumbled and fell, her vision wavering between fog and groggy. She shook her head, attempting to bring some clarity to her mind as he moved her forward, trying to gauge where she was and how she could get free. Even as she listened, she shook her head more mumbling about how crazy it was for him to call what he did art. "Your nuts, man... Just let me go, I ain't no good to you." She whispered softly, the sound of her boots echoing around the empty hallway as he shoved her forward. "God, you trying to break more of me? Quit fucking shoving me!" She said angrily, yanking her dislocated shoulder and body away from him, taking a step forward. Even stumbling, she kept upright, refusing to fall on her knees in front of him again.
Memphis The Demon
There it was. That sinister grin. Evil incarnate with an expression of utter amusement. You’d swear his eyes opposed each other in direction the moment he reeled in close enough to take in her scent. Nostrils flaring his eyes roll back as he exhaled through a guttural breath. A growl as he kept her still and balanced. “Oh, I’m trying to break all of you.” This made him chuckle and lick his lips. ”And then what? Another body to ever growing count of victims? You’re so full of yourself.” A voice only he could hear. The voice of the one who always fought for power within himself. The voice of the man he used to be before things got...loud. This causes Memphis to snarl and growl at literal air. “Shut your trap! The more bodies to come into my domain, the more souls I get to claim! On Earth my destruction reigns, as below doth my glorious fame!” He held his machete in the air, letting go and facing the door. He was waiting. There was no reason for him to keep the girl their...unless he were waiting for something. ”Whatever. I just can’t wait for the day you meet your match. The day you finally lose, and I will finally win and take back control. Until then, enjoy the time you have with your new playmate.” This voice echoed in his head and lingered. Memphis growled and spat out in anger. “I always win!!!”
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha tried to keep her head away from his, but the grip he took made it impossible for her to do so. Instead, she shifted her hips forward slightly, keeping their bodies from getting to close to each. She knew he would find her phone if that happened. Oddly, she shuddered even as disgust crossed her face and she turned her face away from him. The bright red curls had fallen lose in the fight before and now hung across her face and shoulder, muddy and bloody. Strings of the odd mixture clung to her face as she kept moving forward at his insisted pushes. Until she heard him growling again, causing her to draw as far from him as possible, instinct making her shield her injured side as best as possible while looking at him bewildered over her other shoulder.
NPC Edgar
The slim framed man shuffled at an eager pace towards the front doors of the elementary school. His breathing was heavy with a wheeze behind each exhale. Dressed in a tattered trench coat and formal attire he fiddled with his hands gloved with black leather. The fingers danced with the tips of each other as he stood at the entrance. This was the location. One of few they had as an opportune meeting location, but definitely the one that his new associate must have been waiting within. After all there’s a boot print on the door. Perfect, perfect. Yes, yes. Edgar reaches out with fingers curled and the knuckles of said right hand pointed to the door’s surface. Knock, knock, knock. Three knocks seemed polite enough. The hand withdraws and the fingers re-emerge like the appendages of a crab or similar crustacean, one at a time.
Edgar displayed dilated pupils which exhibited a manner of mind altering influence from possible substance use. This wasn’t like anyone using crank or a street drug. His smile was eager but not one tripping on a self-harming high. He seemed...amped. Edgar waited for the door to open, temptation itching at his dancing fingers to knock a second series of three times in case he was not heard.
Memphis The Demon
Knocking. Someone was at the front doors. His contact. A discerning sigh and growl emitted from his mouth. He held his machete tight and crept slowly towards the doors they had entered through. Using the girl to open while he was at the ready with his blade would’ve been ideal for any sane person attempting to preserve their life. And then there’s Memphis. Opening the door a crack so that his eye could visibly be seen peaking into the other side while the lack of internal light masked the rest of his visage in utter darkness. The weirdo is here. His gaze met Edgar’s and he growled again.
NPC Edgar
Edgar waves at the creeping Memphis with an eager smile. “Hello, my dear friend! Mind if I show myself in?” The man waited for not an answer or a single gesture of allowed entry as he pushed his way in. As his trench coat flapped behind him, a series of sheathed knives could be seen at each belt loop on his pants. His arms open wide as his eyes lock onto the female present with Memphis. One of the pretty fools that have decided to hold up in the open campus nearby. What Edgar saw was one of the real survivors of the group. And this made his impossibly wide grin, somehow widen even more with each of his crooked white teeth becoming more visible and the gaze in his eye becoming more deranged. “You’ve got the real prize winner here, my dear demon man. Mmmmm, from her toned frame to that pretty face you can just peel off with a knife. Yes yes. Cut cut.” He reaches out with his hands and gripped her arms by their biceps. He stood at six feet exactly, looming over her with utter desire. Further inspection of his face and a prominent-healed scar ran down the right side of his face from his cheek to his chin.
Memphis The Demon
Caught off guard, Memphis backed away slowly but kept his eyes on the man. His actions...put him on edge. As if that were possible. Not the type to work with anyone, especially in this modern day of walking corpses, the idea of a partner seemed far from appealing. It made him somewhat sick to his stomach. At the point he held onto Sasha’s arms, Memphis furrowed his brow and walked over to them slowly. “Mind her shoulder. I’m pretty sure it got seriously banged up in our fight earlier. Her people will be around these parts soon. When they’re all gathered, we pick ‘em off. One by one. Slowly. Savor the hunt. Savor the kill. I’ll have a new piece of art to put together with their bodies.”
Alex
Alex had taken a different path from the others that were on their adventures. They had taken a longer path. His detour cut the time down by at least a quarter of the time it would take for the others to get here. The school was a decently large building with windows all over the place and several doors. He assumed breaching would be a fairly easy process if everyone knew what they were doing. Alex was off to the side of the building perimeter. Sitting on the outskirts and examining every possibility there could be for anything to happen. He moved himself to set behind cover of a set of trees and bushes that were tightly put together to give the aesthetic please to the look of the school. His eyes moved over to then view the playground. Memories hit him for a few moments and he would shake his head getting back into the right head space. He looked down to see that the dirt beneath him was great for drawing and so he proceeded to draw a small map of what he visibly saw. To the right of him it was clear open fields. Possibly good enough to attempt to draw out whoever was inside and use that person as bait. Not the greatest plan he had but it could work. If it did work it would make things easier. In front of him was the playground for the kids and then behind that was the elementary school. He drew a box with a line going to the right was a giant parking lot for everyone including busses. He could see cars and busses in the parking lot.
Then, to the right of the parking lot. He looked up with his attention going away from the little map he was drawing and scanned again. To the right of the parking lot was the school auditorium and then behind that more school buildings? He let out a sigh. This was going to prove way more difficult than it should be. He drew another box right next to the line for the parking lot. Two buildings and a giant open space in between them. Behind the two main buildings which were the point of interest he the drew a circle for the two story building behind that and for the spot behind him which was the trailer park he made a detour that had a few walkers in hit he drew a triangle. Back up spot if he needed to move back there in case of a gun fight. He was knelt in the bushes. His rifle gently resting up against his thigh with the single point sling around him. His Remington Model 870 slung over his back rested vertically against the tac. backpack that he had on. That shotgun was also loaded with slug rounds. Decent enough to breach. He did however have three rounds for breaching doors. Could be needed on this. He used his right hand that was gloved to then pat the Glock 19 Gen5 gently making sure the two magazines on the holster were still there and to check if there was a magazine in the Glock. Everything was fine for him. He had already checked his plate carrier and backpack and his other pockets. He adjusted his head to turn it to the right. He was scanning behind him to see if the others had joined yet. Of course, they haven't yet. Time was of the essence here. He turned his head back towards the target location and looked over to the parking lot. He began to think on some other plans while he waited here.
NPC Edgar
“Boring, boring. Why wait for the others? I’m going to dig into them all inevitably. Yes, yes. Cut, cut. No, we have fun with this plaything now. We have fun with the others later. The flesh is primed by the fear. It becomes quite tasty. We must act now if we are to consume her.” His high pitched voice spoke in a calculated manner with an outward pattern. His right eye was visibly fixated on Sasha, and his now prominent lazy-eye drifted downward and away. The long string of drool hung down extremely low and stubbornly didn’t disconnect. His hands frantically hover between himself and Sasha now that he was within reach. The fingers, how they bent, curled, and extended like the legs of a traveling centipede. “My dear friend, Memphis? If you have any carnal desires you wish to enact, I advise you wait until you have more bodies to work with. That way I can really see you in action. Kill, kill. Yes, yes.” Edgar’s gaze never leaves Sasha. “Allow me to have my fun precious time with this tasty morsel. Eat, eat. Feast, feast.”
Memphis The Demon
“I have a better idea.” The slasher’s weapon skewers through the torso of Edgar. The base of the handle practically plants itself between the helpless man’s shoulder blades. With the blade being this deep inside, Memphis effortlessly hoists Edgar up and tosses him down off of the blade and into the floor near Sasha. Looking down at this man, Memphis furrowed his brow and tilted his head. “Just as I thought. I had a hunch when I first met you. A self-proclaimed killer. A monster among men. You compared yourself to me. You said that we could...work together.” Memphis looked over Edgar and hoisted his leg over to the opposite side of him to stand over Edgar completely. “I wanted to see how long I could wait before you double-crossed you. Didn’t think you were stupid enough to steal a kill I earned. I’ve killed more than you. I’ve killed many just like you. And you all have this annoying thing in common.”
Memphis reaches for one of the man’s knives and takes it out, jamming into the upper part of the back, and cutting downward like a knife cuts well done steak. The blood spurts up and hits Memphis in the face, he doesn’t budge. He even licks what he can off of his cheek. His eyes widened and fixed on this helpless excuse of a killer. “You’re all so familiar with baring the hands of death itself, but when it’s fingers wrap around your throat you’re suddenly confused. You can’t kill without knowing you can at any moment be killed. That’s not how it works!! You let your guard down, and now you are in her position. And just as you were...I’m gonna have some fun.” He says this before proceeding the rip off every knife he can and slashing away at Edgar’s opening back flesh.
NPC Edgar
Edgar’s screams were loud. Haunting almost. They successfully muffled the sound of his flesh and now exposed organs being ripped at manically. Whimpers mixed with cries as he tried to reach out to crawl away with extended arms only for another attack on his body to hinder his moments and stun him in place. The hunter had become the hunted. Even as he pleaded for Memphis to stop, he was being overwhelmed by the attacks painful inflictions his sight became blurred. He musters a few words. “We could’ve conquered this land together. We...we...” His hand reaches as high as possible and it begins to tremble.
Memphis The Demon
The slasher walks from over Edgar and kneels down in front of him. He grabs the hand delicately and gently. A smile, more twisted than Edgar’s, as if that were possible, spreads upon the Demon’s face. He grips it hard enough to break a few bones. Whipping his machete forward he, as he pulls Edgar up as far off the ground as possible towards him, he runs the machete upward. The point makes contact with the underside of Edgar’s jaw and digs up into the head with more pressure added. The light from Edgar’s eyes, accompanied by the fear and panic, diminished as a candle’s light would at the end of its wick. Memphis saw it with his own eyes, and that thrill of the kill made him shiver with delight. Even when the last breath exhaled from Edgar. “There was never a we.” He drops the body and runs bloody fingers through long messy hair. “There’s only one demon, and you’ve paid your tribute perfectly.” His gaze turns to Sasha silently, the smile going away slowly.
Sasha Kingsley
She had remained silent through everything that had happened, her body frozen as fear slowly crept into her mind. The fog and fear making it impossible for her to move beyond keeping her body from the reach of the second man, only knowing she would kill herself before giving in to whatever he was. The sharp green of her eyes widened, the screams of Memphis killing the other echoing harshly all around them before she shook her head again, backing away from him.
"YOU IDIOT!" She yelled, no longer bothering to keep silent. "Hordes of those walking dead bastards are coming this way, and you can bet your bloody ass they heard that shit!" Her body shook hard as she understood she was going to die, her eyes closing briefly before opening back up to look at the man who had kidnapped her. "I know I'm gonna die. But don't let me die tied up and with no weapon." She said, the fire in her eyes making the one looking at her wonder if she had plans to escape. "There is thousands of them coming to this town. I won't die like a pig in a fucking slaughter house!" She said, forcefully, the renewed effort making her breathless as she leaned against the far wall, well away from the pieces of what once was a man.
Owen
A zombie that no one seemed to finish breathed its last breath before Owen removed his knife from the skull of the creature. The map lead him accordingly. The double doors of the town’s elementary was but a couple of yards away. Owen sheathes his knife and proceeds to crouch. His movements precise and careful, avoiding any overgrowth of grass or shattered glass and trash that would cause even the slightest noise. The location of their target and the enemy were unknown. Recon needed to be done. He was trained for this. And because he had been deployed without the equipment an operative such as himself would use in the field, he had to rely on his senses and skill. The man they he was after was dangerous. This kidnapper most likely had to be dealt with before a proper rescue could occur. Owen approached swiftly the double doors. Rather than staying next to the doors he remained next to the threshold’s start. Should the door open inward or outward, Owen was out of the way. He looks out to where he originated from, giving a single fist up hand gesture for her to see.
Jolene
From her position she took point. She trusted her new friend knew what he was doing better than she did. Especially in this scenario. Leave the soldier to approach this like a soldier. Should he needed backup, she was posted behind a tree nearby with her sights focused on him. Her position wasn’t conspicuous but she found herself hidden well enough. Aiming her gun downward and at the ready as she watched Owen, her eyes never left him. It was either this elementary school or what looked to be the high school nearby that would’ve been the only locations the kidnapper ended up in. They did take their time setting out to look for the kidnapper girl and this crook, so the possibility that they had moved on still bugged her. Inspecting this location wouldn’t have been for nothing though. Just have to play it safe, she thought. He breathing was steady, as she waited.
Memphis The Demon
The smile went away and he stood up with his hands at his sides. She had a point. Whatever those things were outside that hardly passed for people had a knack for going to where the noise was. They would go for the kill based on this fact alone. Horde towards the cause. However if the cause was something as deadly as him, possibly deadlier, it could serve as a distraction that piles the bodies and leaves him a getaway with the girl in tow. However, could he really trust her?
He kneels down and reaches into Edgar’s personal possessions. Two knives are removed from their holster. He smirked as he walked over to the woman. He puts one knife in front of her, and uses the second to cut her restraints before placing that knife next to the first. “The second you act on that urge to stab me in the back literally, I will recreate the Venus de Milo with your reanimated body. As much as I need you alive in case your friends try to rescue you, I will not hesitate to turn you into another one of my masterpieces.” His tone was straight forward and eerily calm for such a threat.
He stands over her and grips his machete tight at the handle. “There was a time I took residence in a house on the outskirts of a town similar to Clarey. This was before this walking corpse nonsense happened. Police tracked me down because of a witness or two had seen me leaving a bloody killing spree inside a gang hideout. I’m going to show you how I managed to escape nine or so squad vehicles. Meet me in the kitchen in the back once you’ve freed yourself.” His heavy footsteps left the front of the elementary school and headed towards the back where the kitchen was located. It didn’t take him long to find the stove once he walked inside.
Sasha Kingsley
*Sasha stayed frozen, her bright green eyes focused on his every move as her body tensed. Sure he was going to simply kill her and be on his way.. her body rocked in shock though, as he cut her hands free and gave her two knives stolen from what was left of the other man. She shook her head, "At this point, I want to live. That means I'm staying with you, because alone I'd end up food against all the walking bastards I seen." She stated harshly, the twang in her voice making her words slur together.
As he moved away from her, she shrugged her hands, removing the rope from them and cried out from the dislocated shoulder. Knowing that arm was useless unless she could get it back in place, she rammed her shoulder into the wall she had been leaning against. Pain ripped through her entire body and she screamed breathlessly, but the pain was halved quickly from the joint being back in place. Shaking her head from the tunnel vision she had, she attempted to follow behind the larger male. Her eyes remained blurry, even as she caught up with him and looked around.. "what are you doing?" She asked softly, her hands gripping the bloody knives tightly.
Memphis The Demon
He flipped the kitchen light to get a clear look. The gas stove looked old, without proper cleaning and maintenance. Similar to the one he used last time. It was perfect. Thank goodness for a lack of school funding, right? The multiple knobs on the stove were then turned by the man as he smirked. He heard the woman had arrived and joined him in the kitchen. Without looking to her as he had turned three of four knobs, he casually said in his deep sadistic tone of casual dialogue, “I’m gonna blow this place up. Or at least start a decent fire with the explosion as a distraction.” He walks to a chair and drags it effortlessly to the center where he had easy accessible reach of the meeting point for the lightbulbs in the room. Removing the covering he tossed it to the side and proceeded to visibly fiddle with the bulbs. Although it sounded as if he were tampering with the bulbs in an intricate and delicate manner, he only loosened the bulbs enough to where the current of the electricity was actively traveling between the space from where the bulb started and the fastener ended. To test this, he nudged each lightbulb that had defaulted to being off until they hovered between on and off.
Memphis finally crushed each bulb with his hand open and jumped down and kicked the chair to the side before walking back over to her. “We have people potentially coming to rescue you. And we also probably have those walking corpses arriving from the noise caused. In which case we need to be ready to make an exit miss...fleshbag.” Not a social individual he called her something he could remember easily and recall when referring to her. He gestured for her to follow him out. “The loose voltage will be the ignition to a makeshift bomb with the stove being the gas source. I remember seeing it in the first Child’s Play movie. It would take a gunshot to make a stove ignite and explode like in the movie but some faulty wiring will do the trick as well.”
Alex
Alex peaked his head up above the bush that he was hiding in with the drawing that he made of the layout he could see of the surrounding area on the floor. He looked like a groundhog appearing from his hole which in this case was the bush. He stared over at the door where he saw the man again from before. If he was here the other person with him had to be here. He scanned the area for a decent moment and then spotted the female by a tree. He blinked and scrambled to find something to throw at her. After a few minutes of running his right gloved hand through the dirt he found a small rock. Raising his right hand upwards and taking it away from the body of the rifle he gripped the rock tightly in his right hand and would make a throwing motion launching the rock at the female to get her attention. He then gave a soft whistle to the other person at the door and would use his same right hand to gesture him over. If he saw him or she did he would move to the side and point towards the ground where he had the little blueprint of the layout existing around him. His eyes then went back to scanning the front of the building. He went back to waiting to see if they would respond to him. His right hand moving back to rest against the body of his rifle and his left hand moved to then grip the front of his plate carrier by the collar. His mind was processing different plans and planning out different scenarios on what might happen.
Do we have any conformation that the person is even in here? Do we have eyes? Does this person have any traps or shit laid out? Do we go in on the cover of night or wait for daylight? Those thoughts were crossing his mind. Daylight might be the best option but also might give them away if they were to go do a perimeter check. What if someone got hurt? What is the fall back procedure and where would they post up? Are there any doors that weren't covered? The answer was obviously but if they could potentially funnel the people out of the school into the open field it was game over for the kidnapper man. Clear shot easy as day. They couldn't allow anymore close quarter activities after this one. He had his Remington 870 shotgun that would help in this situation but it was loud but would guarantee to get the job done even for breaching.
Owen
Ears ringing. Just a sharp white noise and utter pain in the depths of his ear drums. All senses have become fully discombobulated leaving the mind helplessly lost. He was trained for this, however. Owen had to come to his senses. One step at a time. Breathe. He had to breathe. It wasn’t until the mere thought occurred had he realized subconsciously he was so shook he forgot the basic human need for oxygen. The first I hale was sharp and shaky. He grunts his exhales while widened eyes dart around for a clear image of…anything. The building he had scoped out externally carried an explosion that originated internally and had enough force to knock him in the middle of the road between the schools and trees. Through gritted teeth he groaned in pain as everything started to hit him at once. The pain that came once the ringing sensation through his ears ceased. The impact of landing not too far away from where he had been standing originally, but enough distance from an explosion to rock the core of his body. Owen reeled as he could smell nothing. It clogging ash and ember as well as whatever debris emerged from the fresh explosion. His vision consisted of two’s. Two destroyed buildings, two sets of trees, two sets of hands as he looked down at his own shaking fists. And the taste of his own blood. Wound originating from his lip as he bit the inside of his bottom lip upon being tossed. All senses accounted for. Get up soldier, he thought. He sits up and catches eye of his MP5. Picking it up he slowly and steadily came to his feet before coughing violently. “Fuck!” All that came to mind and he had to really say it out loud, because…well…fuck.
Alex
Alex had fallen onto the floor from the blast of the explosion that came from the school. His body was well protected from any damage he would've taken from getting slung to the floor except a few clothes rashes here and there around his body. He quickly moved to his feet to look around him and would attempt to ignore the pain that shook his body. He would rush over to his rifle picking it up off the ground and would quickly pat himself down quickly to make sure there were no wounds elsewhere around his body. He then quickly scanned the area of the others and once he caught eye of the nearest person which was the other heavily geared guy he would the rush over to his aide. He would grab him tightly from the clothes on his back gripping a handful of his fabric and would assist him up while shoving him forward in motion to move away from the explosion in case of a secondary explosion and to get away from the approaching infected if there were any. Once, that action was done he looked around for any others and didn't immediately spot any. With that his breathing slowly became normal with a few gasps here and there attempting to scan for any nearby places to regroup. He would move back to Owen's side and pointing with his right index finger and slapping him roughly against the arms to get his attention if his hearing was impaired by the loud noises. There was a set of bushes they could post up in well enough to regain their composure and with that Alex was off attempting a full sprint to the bushes. Grunts emerged from his body as he then would reach the bushes sliding into the bushes with a loud thud and clanking noise of his gear smacking hard against the ground. Now he properly took the time to begin checking his body down for any external wounds. If there were any internal wounds he would be pretty much fucked out here.
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