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Post by Max on Jan 9, 2010 22:30:02 GMT -5
Click. Clack. Step Step step. Sounds of a weapon being prepared and footsteps on a hardwood floor. This was the sound comming from a room in a hotel. The hotel was quiet. Very quiet, it was as if there was no one there anymore, no guests, no employees, not evena bug.
And this in fact was the exact case. The hotel was abandoned, doors left wide open, clothes and belongings left in the room, the check in was a mess, papers everywhere. Knocked over chairs and tables everywhere.
The entrance of the hotel was baricaded. Shelves, chairs, couches, arm chairs, tables, file cabinets, and even sand bags, were all put in one big pile infront of the doors, baricading off the only exit. It was night time outside. The sky pitch black, not a single star could be seen, but the moon was shining brightly, the blueish light from the moon eluminating the dark hotel.
Step. Step. Step. Step. A man was walking down the stairs, he seemed young enough to still be going to highschool, and yet he gave off a feeling that you'd swear you'd only feel from hardened war veteran. He was holding a pistol, and a canister of gasoline, something that really didnt seem right for this place
He placed the canister infront of a pile of all sorts of canisters and tanks. What their content was he didnt know, but it said not to expose to heat or drop, so its probably something explosive.
He walked to the other end of the room, then sighed, turning around, and taking aim. "Well...here goes nothing." He muttered, and then pulled the trigger. The bullet hit one of the iron canisters, and it exploded, blowing up the ones near it aswell. It all ended up in a large explosion, destroying the debree that was blocking the way.
The man ran, runing out of the Hotel. The outside was a much bigger mess than the hotel. And it wasnt from the explosion. Destroyed cars were all over, all the stores and houses closed, baricaded, or just simply destroyed. The streets were empty, aside from a few people slowly dragging their feet.
People...no...these werent people. Their skin was rotted away, you could see their muscle and bones, some were missing their eyes or arms, some even mising their entire lower body. Bodies were littered all over the place, a few burning ones near the man, thanks to the explosion.
He started running, just slamming the gun against the faces of the creatures when they got close. A normal person would fall over, and probably have his nose or head cracked from that kind of hit with the but of a weapon. But these things just stumbeled back, fell, and stood up, dragging their feet after the man.
He jumped onto a dumpster, it blocking the way of his escape...Escape. Yes. This man, was trying to escape. Escape this hell hole of a city. Not a week ago some sort of virus escaped an experimental facility. At first it was a simple flu sickness. Then the people who went to see the 'specialist' doctor at that facility never returned. Then more and more people started getting sick, and then, as if a switch was flipped, their skin just started to rot, and they started to lug their way out of bed, and just walk around, anyone that came in close contact with them were just...eaten...just bit into and had their flesh ripped from their bones.
A panic started, people were scrambling to run away. Car accidents, people getting trampeled, even plane crashes, thanks to overloading or panicking pilots. The military was called in to help. At first everyone was happy, thinking it was all gonna be alright.
But the military wasnt prepared for this.
Their weapons were inefective. It took and entire barrage of bullets just to take down one of these things. The others just kept comming, untill their overran the military, ripped them apart, just like the rest.
When a few more military squads failed to secure the situation, everyone was abandoned, left to their fate, left to die here.
This man was one of them. Max Crisis, a 17 year old teenager, highschool dropout, involved in gang-violence. But right now it didnt matter who he was, or what he had done. He was a man on the run for his life. His past didnt matter, only survival did.
He jumped down from the dumpster, again going into a mad dash. Though he quickly stopped, noticing a bunch of those things comming towards him, he turned, but there were more of them comming from that direction aswell. He thought maybe he could back track and find another way. But no, he was surounded. "Shit..." he muttered, backing up untill he hit a wall, or rather, what he thought was a wall "??" It was a door, a rusted steel door that lead into a back alley, next to warehouse.
He quickly turned around, and smashed his shoulder against the door. Nothing, he tried agian, nothing, and again. The things were closing in on him "Grrr!!" he growled. And then jumped back, smashing into the things, some tried to grab him, others fell over from the impact "HAA!" He ran full speed at the door, and crashed into it. This time the door flew wide open.
The man quickly stood up, and kept running, the alley way was a dead end, but thankfully the heavy backdoor to the warehouse was open. He quickly ran in and slammed the door shut, locking it with that primative push lock.
He sighed, looking around. The warehouse seemed empty "Out of one rathole and into another..." he muttered.
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Post by Chesa on Jan 10, 2010 13:25:07 GMT -5
A young woman dashed down the streets of the city. She looked around wildly, her head on a swivel, just like he had been taught. Nothing got past her. "God, this place went to hell fast," She panted, speaking aloud to keep her cardio up. The buildings looked the same, but that was it. The street was littered with debris of the flea, dead piled in different areas.
This wasn't the first city the young woman had seen. Ollie had seen this happen over and over, in cities all around the country. A late bloomer this one was. One would've thought that the media and the government would've warned people about these outbreaks, but no, they had been gagged. It started in small cities, cities in places no one cared about. Easy to gag the media with those ones, and by the time it had spread to the larger cities, the place was in pandimonia.
Though not everywhere was infected. There were some places that just natrually didn't carry the infection. Something in the air, the plants around it, just for some reason didn't allow for such things. These other places, like this city, they had 'gone red.' Red zones, hot zones, places where these rotting flesh bags crawled and devoured everything in their path.
Ollie Calcifer, the young woman who was now turning off main street and down an alley, was here looking for survivors. She wasn't sent from her safe place by any 'higher power', not unless a feathery twenty four year old studying genetisis was a higher power, and for Ollie, he most definitely wasn't. She was there for one single thing. She wasn't going to let her race die out.
Ollie was an optimist, and as she yanked open an apartment building door and yelled an "Is there anyone in here!" She always hoped to hear some sort of cry or call in response, and even when she didn't get anything, she hoped for a silver lining of this rain cloud.
In this particular rain cloud though, there was no silver lining. Ollie rain the steps, quickly throwing open a door, and every seeing a trashed apartment, or a few dead bodies. Nothing new, nothing too bad, until she hit the pent house of this particular apartment, where she found that maybe her nosy mentality wasn't too good.
When she peered into the the room, and found 20 pairs (more or less) of glazed undead eyes stairs back at her. There was almost a comical pause between the, Ollie and the horde of undead, before she squeaked, slammed the door shut and took off down the stairs. There was a slamming against the door as the mindless things busted through it and followed her, most of them tumbling as they tried to comprehend stairs.
Even though she was in a full out sprint, and these things were just shuffling and lunging, they managed to keep up with her, and no matter how fast she ran, there were more of them coming, like one moving just attracted more and more of them.
She slid trying to turn, down an alley, a large ware house in her fore view. "Aye!" She squealed, running for it. She shimmed up the fire escape and kicked in the window up top. When she grabbed the window pane, she looked to see those grotesgue rotting bags of flesh climbing up the fire escape too. "EEEEH!" she started to panic. She started waving her arms wildly, like she was trying to swat something. Nothing was happening, she looked like an idiot, and the creatures were just getting higher and higher.
As one of them reached up and grabbed her ankle she freaked, flung her hand once more, and he entire fire escape just crumpled and flew downwards, crashing into the ground, leaving Ollie hanging from the window pain. With a grunt, the young explorer lifted herself into the window and dropped down into the empty ware house. She saw a kid in front of her, probably a few years younger then her. "A suvivor!" She said with an exasperated grin.
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Post by Max on Jan 10, 2010 13:49:30 GMT -5
The man snapped his head to look at the window when it shattered, he instinctively aimed the gun at it "Shit, is nowhere safe??" he muttered, ready to shoot. Whenever something broke, be it a door or a window, its always those creatures. Not an explosion, not another survivor, just another zombie trying to snack on someone whos still living.
"Wha...?" He lowered his gun a bit when he heard the scream, it sounded very mind jarringly annoying, but human none the less. He just sighed, hearing the moans and groan of the creatures after the scream "She's meat." he muttered, and just started walking towards the stairs to the 'office' of the warehouse, maybe there was something useful there.
He stopped in his trecks when he heard the crash, again snapping his head to look at the broken window, this time seing the woman climg her way into the warehouse. He just sighed when she seemed so excited to find another survivor "Great..." he muttered. One would usualy think finding someone else who was alive was a very good thing. But not for this man.
For him, finding a survivor only means that you'll be slowed down, you'll have to share the food and water you'll find, aswell as have to share the amunition you find. Aswell as share the medical equipment you find. In short, it meant his chances for survival were cut in half, thanks to this woman being here.
He just sighed, and walked up the steel steps to the office, grabbing the handle and trying to open the door. But it didn't budge, it was locked, and all the shutters were closed, so there was no way to even peek at what was inside.
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Post by Chesa on Jan 10, 2010 14:06:55 GMT -5
Ollie ran over to him. He didn't know how exctatic she was to see someone else. It just made it a little easier to head home. She blink. "Come on, don't go opening doors that's a bad idea," She said, as if she didn't know that from very recent experiance that it was a good idea to leaving closed doors locked. She snatched his gun, popping out the clip and looking at it. "Three in the clip one in the chamber, you're going to need those as we try to get out of here," She said, popping the magazine back into the gun and starting down the stairs.
She ran down the stairs and over to the door, sticking her ear against the door, listening carefully. There was no banging on this door, so it was all good for now. They were probably all distracted by the crash of the fire escape. "Come on, we gotta get out of her, this place has gone red, no use staying."
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Post by Max on Jan 10, 2010 14:21:42 GMT -5
He just glared at her when she grabbed his pistol, he was about to hit her and take it back, but she shoved it back into his hands before he could do that. He sighed, rubbing his temple 'What an annoying little...' He already didn't like this woman, and it had only been less then two minutes since he saw her climbing through the window.
While she was away putting her ear to the door, he just pointed the gun at the lock and fired two times, leaving only two bullets in the gun. The handle fell off, and he slowly pushed the door open. The office was in dissaray, and there was one body in there. It wasnt mutated, it was a simple corpse. The only thing was it was mutilated, at least its head was. There was a giant splatter of blood on the wall behind the corpse, and the corpse was without a head, laying in a puddle of dried blood, a shotgung near it.
The man walked over to the corpse, and noticed a white piece of paper sticking out of its pocket. He didn't bother taking it and seeing if there was anything on there. From the way the corpse was laying, and the position of the shotgun on the ground, it was more than obvious it was a suicide.
He put the m9 pistol on the table, and picked up the shotgun, hitting it against the wall so the dried up pieces of blood fell off, at least the large ones. He held the shotgun upside down, pulling forward, checking how many shots were left "Five buck..." he muttered, then closed it again, putting it on the table aswell, now just searching around the office for anything useful.
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Post by Chesa on Jan 10, 2010 14:39:10 GMT -5
Ollie looked at her watch. It was late, and she really hated being out after dark. She should've left hours ago but she was convinced that it was there was a survivor there. She was right, but She need to hurry around. "Hey! We need to go!" She called, getting ready to open the door and run. "It's really not safe to be in a red zone after dark!" She called.
Now if Gabe were he, he would leave if this man didn't want to come, but Ollie wasn't him. She wasn't ready to just leave a survior in the dust. "Look we have to get on the road, come on, or you can just worry about being locked in a warehouse until those things get their hands on you like everyone else in the city," She said, pushing that and hoping that would be enough to push it towards him coming.
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Post by Max on Jan 10, 2010 14:58:45 GMT -5
"Piss off." The man said. Thanks ot the warehouse being empty, even if he wasnt yelling he was easy to hear "You go ahead to your little fantasy rescue." He said, this wasnt the first time he was gonna be walking through the streets in the middle of the night. It wasnt like he just magicaly appeared here yesterday. He was one amongst the many people that were left here then the infection started to become very much obvious. He had survived more than a week here, he was gonna survive as long as it takes.
"I've made it here from the center of this city, I've been here ever since this infection started. Me being slow is what got me this far to begin with, and I'll be damned if some obnoxious twerp like you is gonna make me hurry up and screw myself over." he said, breaking off the lock of a lousy cheap safe. Inside was of course, money, something that was ultimately useless now. He sighed, slamming the door shot, and walking over to the weapons, taking the shotgun and the pistol. He didn't have the harness that would let him strap the shotgun to his back or hip or somewhere, so he was gonna have to carry them both.
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Post by Chesa on Jan 10, 2010 20:59:07 GMT -5
"You've been here the entire time? No wonder. Look this isn't the only city thats like this. Most big cities in the country have gone to hell, we have to get out of here," She said, lifting the lock on the door. She really wanted to get this guy out of here, but she was starting to loose a bit of her calm, and when she got jumpy shit hit the wall, quite literally. She had once sent her own bed into the ceiling when Gadget had thought it would be fun to mess with her. The bad part was she was still in that bed. That had been a painful little experiment, and she made sure to let gadget know that when she finally woke up.
She pushed the door open. There were no working street lights, so she had to dig into her bag and pull out a flashlight. She shown it down the ally, and again, dozens of eyes stared back. "...SHIT!" She shouted, slamming the door shut, the creatures now pounding against it, despite her eveorts to hold it shut.
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Post by Max on Jan 10, 2010 21:07:32 GMT -5
The man sighed "Great job there, I was looking forward to being a midnight snack." he said, his words dripping with Sarcasm. He looked around, then slipped both the weapons behind his belt, using it as a lame holster. He just started climing the creats, not making any attempts to help the girl. As far as he was concerned, she would be a good bit of bait for the zombies untill he'd escape.
He climbed onto the top of the pile, which was right against the wall. He walked over to the large window, wiping away the dust and grime, looking outside to see what the situation was. There were quite a few zombies, and the drop would be bone shattering. He sighed and then kicked the window, shattering it. He poked his head outside and looked up. The roof wasnt too far up, and there was a maintenance ladder right next to him.
He looked over his shoulder at the girl "...You comming?" He asked, and then reached out, grabbing onto the ring that was around the latter. He sighed "Please dont break off..." he muttered, and stepped out of the window, climbing the rings of the maintenance ladder.
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Post by Chesa on Jan 10, 2010 21:23:33 GMT -5
"Eh eh eh," Ollie looked around frantically, trying to think of a way to get away without getting herself killed, which was a problem she came into often. There was another bang on the door and she squeaked, slamming her hands against the door. Again, the door came flying off, going back a good hundred feet, and with it taking a good group of zombies. "Shit," She muttered, running over to follow the man. That was twice, she'd start getting unstable soon, and start doing some crazy stuff if she wasn't careful.
She climbed up to the window, kicking some of the glass shards with her foot and leaning out. "Alright, stay calm," She muttered to herself. She wasn't too jumpy normally, but her little curse tended to go hey wire if she let it. She wasn't stopping the door into the zombies, or dropping a fire escape on them, buuuut she might accidentally came the roof in under them if she wasn't careful.
She climbed onto the roof, getting a good look at where they were. "urgh," She grumbled. "Come on, my bike is on the city limits, a mile west. God I hate red Zones, we gotta get outta here, and then explain things to you," She said, since it was obvious that he need to be explained to, since he had no idea what was going on.
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Post by Max on Jan 10, 2010 21:30:22 GMT -5
The man looked at her "You do know that west is where most of the zombies are comming from right?" He asked, he didnt know why, but whenever he saw a remnant of military strategy, the maps always had the west side of the city circled in a red marker. "Though then again...the police station is that way too...might be a good place to get weapons." He said
He turned, facing her "Now might be a good idea to explain to me while you're even here, without a weapon." He said "You keep calling this a 'red zone'. Mind explaining me just what the hells going on?" He asked, they were safe on the roof, there were no flying monsters, at least, not here, so they were safe.
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Post by Chesa on Jan 10, 2010 21:46:03 GMT -5
She sighed, sitting down on the edge of the roof, looking at the swarms below her. "All over the country Alger nuclear power plants exploded. I'm sure you saw the first one on the news, about two months ago. When that one exploded, it released som sort of radiation that triggered all the other power plants to blow. Whatever new power supply they were using, caused the cells in bodies, to die, and then ranimate, resulting in what you're looking at down there," She explained. "This isn't the only city, most of the country is like this, we call places like this, Red Zones," She explained.
"Red zones are area's where this radition infection is absolute, places where if you stay too long, you'll eventually end up like those, these places are unlivable. Not everywhere is like this though. There are safe places, one I'm TRYING to take you to," She said, looking at him over her shoulder. "As for no weapon, I don't need one," She said, standing up.
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Post by Max on Jan 10, 2010 21:56:50 GMT -5
"I've been here for over a week and I'm perfectly fine." He said, obviously not balieving her story, he then sighed again "Right...dont need one, well, when the zombies are munching on your body, just make sure to remember that you dont need a weapon." He said, walking over to the edge, and then just jumping, landing on the roof that was across, and one story lower than the one on the warehouse.
He looked up at the girl "Come on then, theres a fire escape closeby that we can use to get back down to street level." He called,
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Post by Chesa on Jan 11, 2010 14:28:14 GMT -5
"You didn't have many friends in school did you?" She asked, giving him a look since it was so evident that just like all the others he didn't believe a word that was coming from her mouth, which always confused her a little. If she was going out of her way to help him, why would she just lie straight out to him about what was going on. I mean come on I am running around this zombie infested rat hole, with no gun She thought, huffing to herself as she took a few steps back, preparing for the jump. It really wasn't that far for her, she just liked having a running start.
She fly over the gap between the buildings like she had been doing stunts like that for a living. She started towards the fire escape, peering down before she went anywhere. Most of the creatures in the area had been distracted, They had a clean dash for a while. "Oh, and by the way, when we get down there, just run. Don't stop to shoot, just run like hells on your tail and keep up with me," She said, dicending down the fire escape.
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Post by Max on Jan 11, 2010 15:14:38 GMT -5
The man just sighed, leasurly walking down the fire escape "Why do you keep talking like you're incharge?" he asked, sliding down the ladder, quietly falling on his feet. He pulled out both the pistol and shotgun from his belt, readying both of them. "Id rather not tire myself out and then choke on my own breath when zombies actualy start dragging their feet after me." He said, just casualy walking after her, walking around all the debris.
"Those sacks of meat arent that fast, and I have a shotgun with five buck shots, if we get surounded, I'll just blast a way through." he said, aperantly he was dead serious about taking things slow. And in this situation, there's really no way you could call him a genius or an idiot. Becouse there was no plan of escaping the zombie horde. You ether run or you walk and then run. Ether way you're gonna be zombie food sooner or later.
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