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Post by Penny Royals on Aug 15, 2014 13:55:32 GMT -8
April took the handgun, checking it off to make sure it worked before attaching it to her belt. It was nice to have a new one, and this one was probably a lot more powerful than her little one at home. It was probably strange to realize that it made her feel calm, leaving home with a bunch of weapons. It at least let her feel like she might come home to her kid in one piece.
Then the other girl started freaking out. At first she didn't pay much mind, but then she patted her on the shoulder.
"It's not logical, but what IS at this point? The government's fucking useless, we're being slaughtered like cattle out here, and they're trying to wait weeks before they even try to get us out again. And they're sending us supplies so we don't just starve, which arguably would be a better death than torn apart by a giant fucking bird, wouldn't it? They're all fucking asinine; they think it's just like a war zone, like we're in the middle east or something." She let out a big sigh. "But I guess we have to do something, we're not allowed to make our own decisions about our lives. Might as well go and try to get the supplies they gave us so we can at least stay alive long enough to fight. But I'm saying this right now - if we get there and the supplies aren't there in three minutes, or if there's a bunch of those little fuckers swarming it, we better get our asses the fuck out of there. I'm not leaving my son an orphan."
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Post by JW% on Aug 16, 2014 12:42:20 GMT -8
"Starve?" Gwen managed to gasp out. "That's our concern? That we're going to live long enough to starve? So what, the solution is to start killing us off, sending us out there where those things are going to be the most active, the most likely to be hunting for us, because some air drops stir them up and tell them that prey is coming?" Her voice started to become more and more frantic. "Even... even without anti-stockpiling laws they use... keep us vulnerable, control our food supply, our water... we've lost so many already, half my building is empty, people just walk out, or get pulled out their windows, or or or or something..."
She had retreated into a corner, clutching her gun, and was starting to curl up. "I don't want to die, I don't want t die, I can't, I can't, I kha... don't... " Now she was sobbing, having a hard time speaking or organizing her thoughts.
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Post by lovely corte on Aug 29, 2014 6:06:44 GMT -8
He'd be lying if he said that the creatures didn't frighten him somewhat. Not in the sense that they hounded his every waking minute, they were just... disturbing. Like a creation of some sick child mustered into corporeal form to run rampant.
Kitter had been up since before the sun, walking, scavenging and minding his own fucking business. It'd been going well so far. Most of the creatures seemed to be afraid of a man of his size, especially when they were alone, and he'd scrounged up a good meal.
Interaction in the way of Human-to-Human contact had been quiet. He'd seen shadows and movement, faces in windows, but that was it. Streets were bare and barren, tensions and partial law kept most people indoors to starve out the pandemic.
Que some girl, probably barely figuring out what a tampon was, walking down the street. She just walked, didn't give a shit. That wasn't totally creepy at all. If she cared to notice, she was walking right towards him as he stepped in the middle of the street after having rummaged through a family car to find some batteries.
"Hey." He called out, not too loud. A few faces appeared in windows before they scampered away behind their blackouts. A few creatures, too, who soon ran off in search of more profitable gains. "You lost, kid?"
It was almost like some kind of sick satisfaction to be able to rummage freely without punishment through her neighbor's items of value. It was comforting to think that the man next door who had yelled and screamed at her about her music level at five in the afternoon, who called her a "tattooed cock-taking slut" and a "pierced up cunt" was actually an avid cross-dresser.
Pulling out one of his drawers to find some very intimate 'toys', Lena felt vindicated. He wasn't sure where the man had went. But he left all of his goodies.
A search party had been assembled out of some of the prior tenants, to scavenge and scrap anything possible. Furniture was pulled apart, used for barricades or fire sources, items of value being food, ammunition, batteries and blankets.
The Swedish girl had 'liberated' a large, men's size infantry field jacket that she threw over her hoodie to shield herself from the cold.
The rules were easy to follow for their safety:
1) Floor-by-floor, 2) In groups of two or more, never alone 3) Anything suspicious or 'off' and you fucked right out of the situation.
She had chosen Kurt. She wasn't sure why. He knew what he was doing and he was easy to talk to, albeit that seemed to be the case with everyone for Lena. Get past all of the tattoos and the piercings and she was just one-step away from an intimate, one-on-one 'no homo' hug.
"What do you think?" Lena inquired, going through the apartment to find Kurt. She had taken one of her neighbor's leather bodysuits, layering it over herself and jokingly modelling it. It was the apocalypse, but there was no reason to not have some fun. Also, who wore leather bodysuits? "You reckon this works for me? I feel like it really shouts "me" and would really help me land a man."
She threw it on the ground immediately after and shuddered.
"It smells like ballsweat." She muttered. "I'm so unclean now. Help."
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Post by Penny Royals on Aug 29, 2014 8:54:49 GMT -8
She'd really just been staring off, looking for something unseen in the distance, blank. Upon Kitter shouting to her, she looked over, her face softening as she ran a hand through her heavy curls.
"...What happened?" She asked. It was the first thing she'd said today, and her voice even sounded foreign to her in this state. Everything was still new and strange - and she didn't know what she was looking for. Maybe they'd be helpful.
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Post by lovely corte on Aug 29, 2014 9:55:29 GMT -8
"Not a place for a girl your age." Kitter mused, ignoring the girl's question for a moment. He stopped looking at her when she spoke to him, instead turning to rummage through another car in their proximity. "Go home, kid. Don't come out 'til the National Guard comes."
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Post by Penny Royals on Aug 29, 2014 9:58:31 GMT -8
She stared at him for a moment, turning back around. Apparently home must have been the place she'd come from, but nothing felt right.
"I don't really know where home is..."
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Post by lovely corte on Aug 29, 2014 10:02:08 GMT -8
Standing up to his full imposing height, Kitter stared at the girl as if she were more disturbing than the creatures scuttling about in the refuge of the abandoned buildings. He threw his backpack over his broad shoulders once more.
"What's your name?" He asked, realizing how much their voice carried. The girl seemed distant, but not intentionally so, as if she wasn't all there. To him, she looked 'shell shocked', the old age term coined for soldiers who had seen or gone through too much shit to function. "Where'd you walk from?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Aug 29, 2014 10:04:47 GMT -8
She took a few steps back as he straightened out, glancing back down the road.
"Down there, I've been going straight..."
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Post by lovely corte on Aug 29, 2014 10:11:26 GMT -8
"You've just been walking?" He inquired, following the girl's vision to the length of road she had just walked to meet him. He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Are you okay? What's your name?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Aug 29, 2014 10:17:26 GMT -8
"...I don't know," She finally let out, her face crinkling and her shoulders heightening. It was all wrong, nothing was right, right now - but she didn't know why. She was starting to panic, it felt like the buildings themselves were closing in. "I just woke up in this house, and I don't know who I am, and that must be home but nothing's... - I'm sorry!"
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Post by lovely corte on Aug 29, 2014 10:20:55 GMT -8
"Relax!" The older man snapped as the girl reached the crescendo of her rambling, a harsh and unjustified yell that even Kitter knew was a bit much. His features softened and he took a few deep breaths. "I'm sorry, just... relax."
He hesitantly clamped a hand on her shoulder, pushing open a car door for her to take a seat and catch her breath.
"It'll be dark soon." He informed her. "You can't be alone out here after dark. Do you think that if you walked back the way you came you'd get a good idea of where you live?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Aug 30, 2014 9:00:49 GMT -8
She took a few seconds to compose herself, her shaking toning down and her breath slowing.
"I know where I came from, so I guess that would be home..."
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Post by Alastor on Sept 7, 2014 20:35:12 GMT -8
Dantes carefully listened to the conversation between Gwen and April, looking through the cache for a specific pistol.
"Gwen." Dantes said calmly, turning over to the woman as he carefully slide the pistol into his gunholster. "Breathe. Deep, calm breaths." He put his hand on her shoulder.
"We'll make it out of this."
---- In the neighborhood, a strawberry blonde teenager was sorting through a small pile of rubble. "Ryan?" Alicia said, looking behind her for the child she was babysat (even during an apocalypse, evidently). "You seen Wyn anywhere?"
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Post by JW% on Sept 7, 2014 21:42:54 GMT -8
Gwen gulped air, trying to get her sobbing under control. She was holding the loaded gun... well not like a teddy bear or security blanket, since she was holding it really just like you should hold a loaded gun, but the idea of her clutching it for security was conveyed strongly through her posture.
"... nobody looting my building... right?" She managed to asked between sobs. Her building was partially demolished by one of the creatures early on, but for the most part hadn't been bothered by the creatures after that. The far side of the building was still in tact and still quite functional as apartment buildings went in this area. "I set...b... b... b..."
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 19, 2014 4:52:01 GMT -8
One overtly, obviously targeted exasperated sigh later, Kitter knew he was obligated to see this through to the end. The girl was alone, disoriented and most likely just going to find herself the play thing of some night terror in a few hours.
It was practically murder to just leave her by herself, punctuated by the incessant skittering and rattling of some foreign demon off someplace in the distance, in one of the tens of thousands of labyrinth-oriented alleyways, surely just waiting for someone to take a single misstep, slaughter them all and go on to find another meal.
Pulling his obscenely large overcoat over his equally obscene frame, Kitter pulled his hood over his head and took a few steps in the direction she had just walked. He turned to make sure that she was following.
"I can't just leave you here." He justified, thick German accent breaking through no matter how hard he tried to hide it. He pulled a cigarette from his coat pocket, lighting it from matches in another. "And it's not like I have anything better to do."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Oct 14, 2014 23:25:55 GMT -8
He'd be lying if he said that the creatures didn't frighten him somewhat. Not in the sense that they hounded his every waking minute, they were just... disturbing. Like a creation of some sick child mustered into corporeal form to run rampant. Kitter had been up since before the sun, walking, scavenging and minding his own fucking business. It'd been going well so far. Most of the creatures seemed to be afraid of a man of his size, especially when they were alone, and he'd scrounged up a good meal. Interaction in the way of Human-to-Human contact had been quiet. He'd seen shadows and movement, faces in windows, but that was it. Streets were bare and barren, tensions and partial law kept most people indoors to starve out the pandemic. Que some girl, probably barely figuring out what a tampon was, walking down the street. She just walked, didn't give a shit. That wasn't totally creepy at all. If she cared to notice, she was walking right towards him as he stepped in the middle of the street after having rummaged through a family car to find some batteries. "Hey." He called out, not too loud. A few faces appeared in windows before they scampered away behind their blackouts. A few creatures, too, who soon ran off in search of more profitable gains. "You lost, kid?"
It was almost like some kind of sick satisfaction to be able to rummage freely without punishment through her neighbor's items of value. It was comforting to think that the man next door who had yelled and screamed at her about her music level at five in the afternoon, who called her a "tattooed cock-taking slut" and a "pierced up cunt" was actually an avid cross-dresser. Pulling out one of his drawers to find some very intimate 'toys', Lena felt vindicated. He wasn't sure where the man had went. But he left all of his goodies. A search party had been assembled out of some of the prior tenants, to scavenge and scrap anything possible. Furniture was pulled apart, used for barricades or fire sources, items of value being food, ammunition, batteries and blankets. The Swedish girl had 'liberated' a large, men's size infantry field jacket that she threw over her hoodie to shield herself from the cold. The rules were easy to follow for their safety: 1) Floor-by-floor, 2) In groups of two or more, never alone 3) Anything suspicious or 'off' and you fucked right out of the situation. She had chosen Kurt. She wasn't sure why. He knew what he was doing and he was easy to talk to, albeit that seemed to be the case with everyone for Lena. Get past all of the tattoos and the piercings and she was just one-step away from an intimate, one-on-one 'no homo' hug. "What do you think?" Lena inquired, going through the apartment to find Kurt. She had taken one of her neighbor's leather bodysuits, layering it over herself and jokingly modelling it. It was the apocalypse, but there was no reason to not have some fun. Also, who wore leather bodysuits? "You reckon this works for me? I feel like it really shouts "me" and would really help me land a man." She threw it on the ground immediately after and shuddered. "It smells like ballsweat." She muttered. "I'm so unclean now. Help." Kurt chuckled nervously, "You look great..." He quickly turned away, blushing a little as he continued rummaging through the apartment they were in. With his wife gone, everyday he felt himself wanting to slip back into his old lifestyle of hedonism, of shooting up and fucking any girl who as much looked at him. But he had a job, and more importantly he had a daughter. "You'll do just fine getting a man in that, if it was 20 years ago, you'd have me. But I have a wife." He pulled out a bag and inspected it, "Its cat food, Wyn told me to be on the lookout for it, our cat is running low... but where's the cat? Guess it doesn't matter, to be honest, I don't care about our own damn cat, I'm trying to keep it alive for Wyn's sake. And for Maria's, she adored that thing...I mean adores."
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 19, 2014 6:14:33 GMT -8
"That's sweet of you." Lena said, genuine in her tone as she pulled tight on her backpack, filled to the brim and tearing at some points, an assorted mess of loud, crashing, metallic sounds as her latest gains clanked around. "You think in all of this crisis, I would have got some by now."
"Got to get me in on one of those 'end of the world orgies', you know?" She remarked. "Keep an eye out for one of those. Apparently they're all over the place."
"Where's your wife?" She inquired, standing behind the man. She had done her scavenging and was now just waiting for Kurt, switching from foot-to-foot, a pivot in her hips. "Is she sick? I haven't seen her around and Wyn doesn't really talk about her much. She talks about that cat, though."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Oct 19, 2014 12:47:00 GMT -8
"She's uhh... I don't know where she is," Kurt said quietly, as he gathered his own supplies, "She was at her office when the attack happened, and I haven't seen her since. But until I have a body, she's still alive to me."
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Post by Penny Royals on Oct 29, 2014 10:30:45 GMT -8
The little boy was toddling around behind her, looking at everything - for once, the skills of a small child were encouraged. He as currently huddled over some sort of large purse, cautiously looking into it - he still wasn't entirely sure it was okay that he or the others were doing this. He looked up to Alicia, hearing his name.
"Uh... I think she's over there?" He pointed towards a hallway, with doors to a bathroom, a closet, and a bedroom closed.
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April sighed. "Your building is fine. Everything's going to go as planned, now let's get going. We need to be there before any dumbasses who try to steal our supplies."
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Angel was still out of it, but nodded - it seemed to be in her best interests to follow him. She slipped from the seat, following him back in that direction.
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Post by JW% on Oct 29, 2014 13:00:25 GMT -8
Gwen favored April with a wide eyed look that said she thought the woman was insane. If this was according to plan, then the plans probably didn't include their survival in the first place.
Still, the deep breaths Dante had suggested were starting to work, even though Gwen hadn't managed to get out the key information she was trying to convey: Her building was booby trapped. When people started getting pulled through windows and creatures started prowling through hallways, traps had been set. Open the right door in any way but the right way and you got a chest full of scatter shot. Open the wrong door and you set of explosives.
Strangely after that the creatures had started giving the building some peace.
"... 'nother clip." Gwen said after several cleansing breaths, wanting a reload for her hand gun, just in case. If they were going out on a suicide mission, she wanted to have enough ammunition to deal with it. Even if that meant shooting all her teammates, and saving the last bullet for herself.
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Post by Alastor on Nov 3, 2014 14:14:47 GMT -8
Dantes lead his party out of the police station, leading them to a van. It only took moments for them all to pile into it, and maybe even fewer to reach the destination. After all, there were no speeding laws during the middle of an apocalypse.
The area was silent, and for the most part empty. Flattened trees and buildings in various states of decay (or lack of) laid about, with a handful of creatures roaming about. The creatures were odd, bird-like things- like Dodo birds with three heads, and the feathers of a peacock, with wings like a bat. The beasts were pecking the ground for seeds and worms. One of the birds took note of the van, tilting its middle head in curiosity as it approached the vehicle.
Dantes had his hand ready on a pistol as it approached, breathing deep, steady, quiet breathes. The bird pecked at the rim of the front right wheel with its right head, before shrieking in pain and running away.
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Post by JW% on Nov 3, 2014 19:12:47 GMT -8
Gwen looked out the window fearfully at the creatures, then dismissed them. They could be dangerous, despite their relatively small size(if it was going to punch a hole through the tire it wasn't big enough to tear the door off). They could even kill, likely in a very painful manner. Those beaks looked wicked, and they seemed to have suitably dangerous claws. But on the whole, it was not those creatures Gwen was worried about.
If anything she took comfort in the three headed raptors that could disembowel her and then devour her flesh one torn slice at a time while she was alive and helpless against the flocks attacks. These were a foe she could fight, something she could shoot. She could see them coming. They were a known and readily dealt with threat.
"Where's the airdrop?" She asked, looking around, craning her neck to look out of each window. "I don't see it."
What really scared her was something that would follow, or even attack and destroy, any incoming military helicopters. There had been monsters roaming about that could do that kind of thing. Those you hid from and prayed they wouldn't notice you, because they certainly wouldn't notice any efforts you made to defend yourself.
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