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Post by Rusty on Apr 19, 2012 6:06:07 GMT -7
She could barely keep the breath in her lungs. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she ran as fast as her legs would take her, out of the fron door of her shop. Behind her shuffled a hellish being, his loose and dying skin nearly dripping from his bones.
In his cloudy eyes no longer reflected the spirited man she once knew, an eager apprentice with a love for roses. He was no longer the Eric that she knew. His laugh no longer reminded her of her little brother, his determination to succeed no longer filled her with nostalgia. Now, with a horrible, gutteral noise eminating from his throat, broken legs shuffling behind her, Rusty felt in her heart that if she were to stop, to sympathize with this...creature...he'd kill her, or worse; make her just like him.
Car alarms blared in her ears, as thick black smoke and the desperate screams of her friends and neighbors reverberated of the old, weathered brick of the neighborhood. Sprinting so fast she felt frozen in time, she reached her cherry- red moped, parked permanantly infron of the shop, just in time. Setting a shivering and terrified bald feline in the back wicker basket, she put the keys in the ignition and slammed on the gas, a tattered bookbag with the imposing handle of an axe sticking out from the top of it, slung over her back.
"Eric...I knew you were sick, but...FUCK!" She screamed, swirving past the mindless and groping hands of a decaying form, which only moments before seemed still with death. Her cat, Diogenes, hissed viloently, his intact claws drawn in both self-preservation and loyalty.
"What the hell are these things!?" she screamed to the concert of dying and undead that filled the streets, determined to reach the limits of the city, to find somewhere sparse of people, to survive.
They'd talked about it on the news...customers had told her stories...she knew this was coming. That fucking vaccine, which everyone thought to be god's work on earth, had damned them all. Gritting her teeth, she accelerated to the highest possible speed her little vehicle could reach, and continued her way down the street, thankful in a sick and disturbing way that an evacuation had not been announced in time, and no one had attempted to leave, scattering their cars all over the road, making them unnavigable.
"We're gunna be okay, Di..."She mumbled, hoping to convince herself.
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Lance
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Post by Lance on Apr 19, 2012 16:47:04 GMT -7
Lance was lost in thought. His life had changed so quickly in such a short amount of time. His entirely family was basically dead. He could only hope his sister and his kids were still alive. He wasn't the kind of men to get depressed and pout about it though. This was much bigger. As an officer of the law it was his sworn duty to protect the American citizens from any threat, alive or not. For someone with a duty of protection, he wasn't doing a good job considering he just had a near miss with another car. Lance was driving down an abandoned road littered with cars and trucks of all sorts. He wasn't expecting a small car to come buzzing by.
He slammed on his breaks and cut his wheel landing him sideways in the road. He quickly opened his door and jumped out and ran toward the other vehicle. He didn't think the mindless corpses could drive so he didn't feel threatened. He noticed it was a young female. "You okay miss?" He propped his arm up on the top of the car and leaned down to peer into the window.
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Post by Rusty on Apr 19, 2012 17:01:55 GMT -7
The tall, tan man cast his weathered gaze upon her. He was the first functioning, sane person she had seen in several miles. She wanted to seek help from him, to attempt to make sense Still, she rarely allowed herself to trust another so freely. Looking about, checking for those things, she stopped the moped and dismounted it quickly. Drawing her pistol from the top of her black, knee-high boots, she aimed it at his chest. With everything so uncertain, and so much already lost, she didn't have the luxery of taking chances. Also, he'd called her 'miss'. That kind of thing made her feminist blood boil.
"First of all, you gotta name?" she asked her deep, husky voice, as strong as she could muster, attempting to be as stern as possible, through the memories of all that had happened.
Eric...
Her cat hissed at this new stranger, his tall form slightly imposing over their rag tag little duo. Her near-onyx eyes fixed on his, her hundreds of tattoos brilliantly visible in the rising sun, she waited for this man of the law to react, in this time, where lawlessness seemed to reign.
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Post by Lance on Apr 19, 2012 18:28:35 GMT -7
As an officer of the law, Lance should have seen that pistol coming. He had taken some self defense classes and she was close enough from him to disarm her, but he wouldn't. She was a rough looking woman with the tattoos. He played along and held up his hands. He couldn't help but smile. "The name is Lance Milligan. Director of the TBI. I can show you my badge if you promise not to shoot me when I lower my hands. Hahaha" His accent was thick, piled on his deep voice.
"I'm trying to find some more people. I was going to offer you some help. I think my Durango will be a bit safer then that there moped." He looked over at his black Dodge Durango, It was jacked up a few inches with big and thick tires. It had the police ram on the front and flood lights. The windows were nice and dark and bullet proof. Being the director of an agency had its perks.
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Post by Rusty on Apr 19, 2012 19:25:35 GMT -7
Rusty's eyes narrowed as his thick laugh, warm with southern hospitality and memories of sweet tea and lazy Sundays, rang through her ears. She glanced back at his vehicle, big, fast, and a hell of a lot more durable than the Red Devil.
Di's quiet hissing had died, and though Rusty was naturally slow to trust, his eyes seemed honest, and almost fatherly. She holstered her pistol and, blowing the tousled bangs out of her eyes, turned to gather her belongings.
The far-off screaming of those being ripped apart mercilessly by their friends and family, already morphed into a solider of hell, began to grow louder. Scooping up an alert Di, she slung the book bag around her shoulder and sprinted to the passenger side of the vehicle.
"I sure hope you know how to drive this thing, cowboy,"She muttered, her husky voice crackling with a twinge of anxiety. She flung open the door and jumped inside. It was unlike her to trust others, but she had the medical supplies and training that he needed, and he had the wheels.
Without hesitation, the essence of prior experience kicked in, as he got in and slammed on the gas, as a huge horde of living and dead chased behind them, a testament to the new, chaotic, circle of life.
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Post by Ikenna on Apr 20, 2012 7:44:08 GMT -7
Ikenna had found a motorcycle with the keys in the ignition not to long ago. All it needed was a tank of gas, but as she was filling the tank she could hear them gathering. She scanned the area with her gun poised until she heard the click of the pump signaling that it was done. She scanned the area once more briefly, and ran to the bike. She sped off with dust flying everywhere.
She needed to get out of the city, so she took the nearest exit and sped up. In the distance I saw a huge SUV and a measly red moped with two people standing beside them. They both looked in this direction and quickly hopped into the truck and sped off. Ikenna looked behind her to see a horde not far from her. “Shit!” She sped up to try and catch up to the truck when she got a few meters away two Whipfist claws grabbed her front wheel flinging her forward. Ikenna closed her eyes ready for the impact of the hard concrete and the pain that will come with it. She landed hard on something metal and rolled to till she she almost fell back off but she caught herself, and grunted in pain as it felt like part of her hand was on fire. She didn’t know where she was until she felt the gentle bumps, it was then she realized that she was on top of the SUV that she was following. She gave a sigh of relief and sat back looking at her twisted fingers. “Well ain’t that a bitch.”
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Post by Rusty on Apr 20, 2012 23:35:17 GMT -7
Diogenes dug his sharped claws into the center concil,while lowering his sleek form, as a lound thudreverberated through the roof of the big SUV. Turning around in her seat, Rusty's eyes fixed on the grotesque form that sough to take their lives, his 'arm' disturbingly disfigured into a sinewy rope of muscle, his former hand morphed into a sharp and bloody claw.
"Oh god..."
The breath left Rusty's lungs, as she whirled back around, casting a wide-eyed stare at the man who reminded her so much of the fondest memories of her father. Looking in his rearview mirror Lance seemed to understand her fearful gaze, as he pushed the engine harder, driving them ever forward.
As the vehicle accelerated, and the low lull of the friction between the tires and the worn concrete filled her ears, a flash of toned skin, dark and rich like brown sugar, appeared in the corner of her eyes. Upon closer inspection, Rusty discerned it to be a regular, non-decayed arm. "Unlock the windows!" she demanded, after the horde had thinned and the whipfist has disappeared. Confused, but unsure, he raised a single brow and rolled down the tinted windows. Pushing her upper body up and out, she peered at the roof of the car, finding a gorgeous but rugged-looking black woman, her hair spiked fashionably, her full lips pursed in pain. With her wild hair flying in all directions around her head, she yelled above the rush of the wind and addressed the mystery woman who seemed to have fallen from the sky.
"Who the hell are you?"
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Post by Ikenna on Apr 23, 2012 7:39:03 GMT -7
"Who the hell are you?" Ikenna looked over to where she heard the voice, and found a beautiful woman with an olive skin tone adorned in a multitude of tattoos.
"Ikenna... Are you gonna let me in?" She asked eyebrow raised. The woman nodded her head, and Ikenna handed her the shotgun that rested on her shoulder, and crawled over to the open window, grunting all the way. Stupid wrench... I think I broke a rib. Being gentle about the broken part of her body she successfully was able to make it into the SUV. She glanced over at the driver finding a cowboy, and in the passenger seat a bald cat?
"Are you hurt?" Ikenna's eye's snapped back to the cowboy that was driving, seeing that he was looking in the back through the rear-view mirror.
"Yeah, My fingers got messed up, possibly dislocated, and I might have broken a rib or two." Ikenna looked back at the bald cat. "Holy hell does that cat have a tattoo?
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Hunter
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Post by Hunter on Apr 24, 2012 17:00:28 GMT -7
Hunter ran to the sports car that he had just filled with gas and drove like mad about an hour later he reached the city.
"Damn it." He swore as he turned corners and plowed down humans(or what used to be)
"Kari down." He cried and the dog got under the seat. Hunter turned a corner and almost ran into a SUV
"Learn to drive Fucktard." He yelled at the SUV .
A woman adorned in tattoos got out.
Hunter saw she was beautiful and hunter instantly started flirting .
"Hey Sexy, How are are you?" he said
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Post by Rusty on Apr 25, 2012 17:10:54 GMT -7
Rusty's tattooed hand slid across Di's soft, cool body, petting the colored area of flesh, where a proud and ferocious gilded egyption sphinx sat. Rusty's chocolate eyes narrowed in distaste at the caramel-colored woman's commentary on her bald little lion.
"The fuck do you care?" Her husky voice crackled, like a thick and full fire, waiting to roar to life to engulf anything in it's path.
"Wha' chu say ta me, heffa'?" Ikenna replied, pushing herself up in her chair, her tone getting progressively more colorful as it rolled past each syllable. Rusty turned her head to the back seat, to face the woman with thousands of years of intense Italian-Palestinian rage bubbling inside her. She opened her full lips, painted a deep, bloody red, to reply, but was interrupted by Lance pumping the brakes hard and without warning.
"Whoa now, we got ourselves a regular Italian stallion here!"Lance shouted, caught slightly off guard by the waste of space that had pulled out in front of them, in a fancy, but highly impractical, sports car. Rusty glanced at Lance, and could see him twitch slightly, debating between the side of himself that always upheld the law, and the new realization that law...didn't exist anymore. At least...not the same one he worked to protect.
The unsettling lurch foreward angered Rusty even more, and, looking for an appropriate outlet for her rage, she pushed open the durable door of the SUV hard, and got out, her black boots clacking against the pavement. Slamming the door closed, she looked into the eyes of a mere kid, who, in a normal world, would be given more understanding. But not today.
As her cold stare seemed to freeze Rusty and the Asain kid in time, another car door, Ikenna's, slammed closed. Before the kid now stood two, very pissed off, women of color. Rusty gave him a stare that could melt faces, as she and Ikenna sauntered over to the car, their hips slicing the air like a guillotine. She heard him say something but her rage prevented her from registering it. Probably a good thing, for his sake.
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Post by Hunter on Apr 25, 2012 17:30:22 GMT -7
Hunter got out of the car, and opened the door for Kari.
"Look!" I'm sorry hunter said to the ladies "My name is Hunter and I'm just looking for some friends." He said smiling the sweet smile he always used to get out of trouble... It was the same smile he always used on his loving mother who was now gone
"Please forgive me for offending you." He begged quickly he turned around and grabbed some items from his bag...(His moms locket and Bracelet)
"Here take these... It's not like I need them." He said as tears began flowing down his cheeks as he handed them to the black woman and the tattooed lady... Kari sensed Hunter was crying and began to Lick his face. " I Just don't know what i am doing out here." He weeped
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Post by Ikenna on Apr 26, 2012 7:34:38 GMT -7
Ikenna looked at the tears that trailed down the kid's face and sighed. First a zombie horde now a kid who's crying, Jesus Christ! This new world won't leave me alone! Ikenna looked at the locket that kid gave her and tossed it back at him with his good hand. Wha'eva I'm goin' back ta the car" Ikenna looked back down at her hand with the twisted fingers. God damn does that hurt. . Ikenna hopped back in the SUV, and tried to relax the best she could.
"Well?" Lance looked at Ikenna trying to sit comfortably in the back seat.
"Jus' a cryn' child" Ikenna closed her eyes still trying to get the pain to go away from the quick stop, and then jumping out so quickly cause the other driver pissed her off. How annoyin'.
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