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Post by Moro Ashford on Jan 17, 2010 12:16:25 GMT -5
It had been almost a week since the town of Ulric went underground,
five days since they discovered the virus had made it into the bunker with them,
and nearly four that she'd been on her own.
And, somehow, Moro Ashford was still alive.
She was filthy, the fraying ends of her jeans caked with blood and soil, the sleeves of her jacket torn and her skin darkened with dust. Her eyes were ringed with a persistent dark shadow, the effect of constant fear and too little sleep. The young woman stumbled occasionally as she walked, wearied, but continually vigilant; at the smallest noise she would swivel in the offending direction, the barrel of the rifle she stole following her movements. She was not a killer, she was a mechanic, but blood stained her hands nonetheless.
For the past few days the young woman had been constantly on the move, afraid to stay in one spot, sleeping on the tallest roofs of houses she could climb and never for long. Out of desperation she had broken into a few homes and scavenged food; to luck more than anything else, she had not yet encountered anything she couldn't handle on her own. Rumors of stronger, intelligent infected plagued her conscience, yet in the short time she had been running, the seventeen year old had yet to encounter any. She was living on borrowed time.
It was the late hours of the afternoon now, and in the distance the sun was beginning its lazy descent toward the distant mountain line. For obvious reasons, Moro refused travel at night unless forced; for the first time in her four days of solitude, however, the young woman had a destination in mind. Despite her general rule of avoiding popular areas, the ex-mechanic was heading for Ulric's Center Mall, driven by a draining hunger and the hope of finding a deserted cranny to curl up in.
As the sky flared a brilliant violet Moro had nearly reached the parking lot and hesitated, carefully scanning the scene. Fortunately for her, the sun’s glare had fallen perfectly across the asphalt, glancing over the windshields of abandoned guards and clearly illuminating the infected that bumbled drunkenly across the space. Keeping a safe distance, the young woman crept behind the display of decorative trees around to the opposing side, waited until the few straggling infected wandered off or collapsed in a narcoleptic side effect of the disease. Seizing the opportunity, Moro sprinted across the lot and threw the butt of her rifle at the display window of Barnes and Noble, climbed carefully but hurriedly over the splintered glass, and dropped into the bookstore.
No alarm sounded; the place was quite deserted, seeing as the food court, convenient store and clothing departments were the targets of desperate would-be survivors. A few other windows were smashed and a section of bookshelves had been overturned, yet these oddities aside the place looked peacefully dormant. Rifle held in front of her, she cautiously perused the aisles and, finding the store empty, climbed a still-standing bookcase, resting her back against the wall and allowing herself a brief recovery at this vantage point.
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Post by Tara Luketic on Jan 17, 2010 16:24:15 GMT -5
"Tch. Damn Witch..." Tara muttered, giving the body at her feet another light jab with the toe of her shoe. Pulling the mini-flashlight from her pocket once more, she pushed the button that would turn it on and shed some light on the supply closet. However, seconds after the small light source turned on, it flickered off and wouldn't turn back on. "Crap... well, I am in a mall. There's sure to be better flashlights and batteries around here somewhere," Tara said to herself; talking to herself had become a bad habit.
But then, when you had been alone for days, you started talking just to hear the sound of a friendly voice- even if it was your own. Pocketing the now useless mini-flashlight- just in case she couldn't find a normal sized one- and glancing around her, she took a moment to check the ammo of the battered AK-47 in her hands. It was really low; Tara would probably only get in a few more shots with it, and she doubted that there would be ammo for it here. She wondered, momentarily, if there was even a gun shop in this mall; not likely. Sighing, she decided that she'd dawdled long enough, and exited the empty closet.
It had been behind the counter of a pretzel stand; unfortunately, both stand and closet had been looted a while ago. Tara considered hopping over the counter, but then thought better of it and just left through the gap at the end. She was starting to regret not being physically fit; low endurance, strength, and flexibility put her at a disadvantage in a zombie apocalypse. Pushing the thought aside for now, she looked around the hallway to check for infected. Finding none, Tara moved on, soon passing a book store; she felt a momentary longing for the literature, but had no room for books.
As such, she would have walked right passed it, had a shattering sound from within not caught her attention. Jumping a foot into the air- and nearly out of her skin- at the abrupt, loud sound, she whipped around to look through one of the store's shattered display windows. What if it was one of the powerful special infected; like a Tank or Charger? Shuddering at the thought, Tara swallowed down her fear and knew that she had to check it out. Stepping through the large hole in the window, she winced as her foot snapped shards of glass scattered on the floor.
"Shit..."
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Post by Mason Breaker on Jan 18, 2010 13:13:27 GMT -5
Daddy! Help! Over and over it rang in his head. Dahlia? Sweetie, where are you?! Why couldn't he have just thought quicker....And maybe focused on the road more. Maybe he'd know where she was. Then maybe she wouldn't be so alone. She was only nine for God's sake! But at least he knew she was alive. How or where, he had no idea. But she was alive, their only means of communication was their two way radio. Mason smiled fondly at the memories of the two of them, playing as secret agents with those radios. She was really his wife's personality in a child's body; Lively, cheerful, full of creativity, everything that made Mason want to get out of bed and make a living for. And now she was lost and alone in a world now filled with monsters. Alright, that may be a bit strong, but Mason called it as he saw it. "Infected", they were called. Hordes and hordes of mindless, bloody, swarming infected people. Then there were the "Special Infected". Hunters, Boomers, Tanks, Jockeys, Witches. The list went on. Infected that were mutated into......Something else. And on top of that, they were smarter, tougher.
Shaking his head to clear it, he stood up, after being seperated from his daughter, he had taken refuge in the mall, hoping to gather some supplies before going out to find her. He had also taken the time to work on his firearm usage.
Speaking of which......
Several commen infected had wandered their way into the hardware store he was currently residing in. If there was one thing that Mason like using on infected more than his shotgun, it was anything that he could use to get up and bash their heads in. Working in construction had granted him above average physical strength and endurance, and, as a bonus against Hunters and Jockeys, a greater body mass.
Allowing hinself a small grin, he lept out from behind the shelf and smashed an infected's face in with a shovel, reveling in the *crack* that it made. The other infected came running, and, just like the first one, fell before his improvised weapons.
Leaving the store after he had finished, he jumped at the sound of shattering glass.
"Sounded like it's coming from the bookstore..... I thought that place was locked...."
That didn't bode well, but it could also very well be another survivor. It had been a while since he had someone to talk with face to face. Or it could be a Hunter, or Charger, or worse.... A Tank.
Decideding that it may be worthwhile to take that risk, he set off towards the bookstore.
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Jan 18, 2010 18:56:56 GMT -5
“Oh look a graveyard. Totally fits into the whole zombie apocalypse thing.” Kameko Hoshi muttered sarcastically. The girl brushed some strands of her long black hair out of her face as her dark blue eyes scanned the creepy area in front of her. Tombstones lay scattered throughout with infected mingling here and there. She was currently sheltering behind a thicket of bushes, peering over the branches. Her hand made its way towards her pant pocket where a Molotov cocktail resided. Gripping the item she stood up. The infected spotted her and raced towards her at frightening speed. Not the least bit fazed, surprisingly since she’s somewhat of a scaredy-cat, she threw the Molotov with a yell. The girl smirked as she watched the zombies burn in the fire and waited until the flames died down. Once they did Kameko checked the air carefully once more before fully stepping away from the bush and making her way into the graveyard. She held onto her hunting rifle as if her life depended on it, which it did, the hilt jabbing painfully against her rib cage. She was just clearing the graveyard when she swore she could hear a faint squealing noise. Kameko turned around and faced the most horrific thing she has ever seen in her life. It was an infected clothed in a yellowish-beige bra, dark indigo capris, and a pink thong. She recognized it as a Spitter. “That has to be the most ugliest thing I have ever seen.” Kameko said in disgust. She glared at the special infected as she aimed her hunting rifle at it. “Ever heard of a bra woman?” she asked when she noticed the zombie’s sagging breasts. The spitter responded by projecting a thing of acid from her mouth. Kameko leapt back away from the danger, watching through wide-eyes at the green substance sizzling on the ground. When she glanced back up the spitter was walking towards her making creepy high-pitched noises. “バックアップ雌犬!” Kameko yelled angrily in Japanese as she backed up. (A/N: She’s saying ‘Back up bitch!’) She held up her gun and, pinpointing the spitter’s forehead, shot it. She watched in triumph as the special infected fell to the ground dead. I need to get out of the open before something worse than that thing shows up. The girl thought to herself as she looked around. Spotting a big silhouette in the distance Kameko left the graveyard behind and raced over to the shape. When she got nearer she discovered the silhouette was Ulric Center Mall. She grinned to herself at the thought of robbing stuff from the abandoned stores inside. The parking lot was surprising empty as the girl made her way cautiously yet gradually towards the front of the mall. She skidded to a halt at the doors made of glass and, using her gun, smashed through the glass. As she was picking her way carefully through the bits of shattered glass she stiffened as the alarm went off and cursed. Okay so maybe trying to breaking through the doors wasn’t my best plan. Kameko thought as she braced herself. The sounds of a horde filled the air and running shapes were seen making their way towards her. Dark blue eyes widening, the girl realized that there was no way she could take on that many zombies. In a faze of panic, she took out her iPod Touch she always kept in her back pocket. Hastily taking the earphones out and picking out a song, Kameko turned the volume as high as it could go. Fireflies by Owl City blasted from the speaker in the item and she gave it a longing look. Her iPod was her life and she would have never let anything happen to it, but now it was her very life was on the line and her blue iPod seemed to be the only thing that could save her. “So long buddy!” Kameko yelled as she threw the music player out into the horde. Surprisingly they treated the item like they would a pipe bomb, surrounding the iPod and attacking it as they were alerted by the loud music coming from it. The girl didn’t even hesitate as she turned on her heels and ran away as fast as her legs would go. As she ran something caught her eye and she skidded to a halt. Her eyes grew wide and a smile plastered itself on her face as she read the words above the store. It was Barnes and Nobles. She clapped gleefully as she walked over to the front doors, but stopped. What if an alarm activated when she opened broke through? Kameko stood debating when she caught sight of one of the store’s display windows were shattered. Who did that? A survivor perhaps? she thought to herself as she made her way over the window. Bunching her muscles she leapt through the hole, landing on the ground with perfect ease. Once inside she looked around the store and sighed in relief when she concluded that there were no infected. “Might as well take a break and read a good book while I’m here.” Kameko muttered quietly as she walked towards the closest bookshelf. Scanning through the many books she grabbed one. It was called Marked: A House of Night Novel. Finding a quiet corner Kameko settled down, flipped open to chapter one, and started reading.
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Post by Mason Breaker on Jan 18, 2010 19:54:04 GMT -5
Mason stiffened when he heard the alarm go off, realizing it was coming this time, not from the Barnes and Nobles, but the front door.
On the bright side, it would be just a commen infected Horde. And he had come up with a little trap that he thought would work very well.
Retreating quickly back to his hideaway of the hardware store, he returned to the scene of the crime with a lawnmower. But not any lawnmower, mind you. Attached to this mower was enough pipe bombs to blow away a Tank. Double with the fact that it was self propelled and made plenty of noise, and the added bonus of the spinning blades, it was a bane to Hordes.
Sure enough, there was the Horde, getting worked up about......Something or other, Mason didn't care. Starteing up the Lawnmower at top speed and letting it go, he watched (From a safe distance) with satisfaction as the trap did exactly as he had hoped. The Horde left whatever they were so intent with and ran screaming to Hell to his mower. Blood and limbs flew every which way, and finally.......
*BOOOOOM!*
The floor shook from the blast, and the Horde; Gone. Or, more accuratly, all over the floor and walls. The downside was now he had no pipe bombs.
Upside? He hadn't attracted another Horde. Which, honestly, was surprising.
Now, what was the Horde originally swarming?
Going over to their original grouping, he heard music blaring from..... A blue Ipod? An Ipod?
It was playing "Fireflies". Turning it off and back on, he was surprised it was still even working. However, the screen and casing were wrecked, but replacable in the hands of a once-computer engineer.
"Someone must be missing you, yeah?"
That made him immediatly think of his daughter. Poor Dahlia......
Dispelling such distracting thoughts, he headed back inside, but no before barracading the doors with some furniture from a nearby store. It was exhausting work, but would be completely worth it in the long run. Heading into several tech gear stores, including a Verison, Best Buy, and an Ultimate Electronics, he finally scrounged up some replacments for the damaged music player. Now all he needed was a nice, quiet place for it.
B&N was the obvious choice for Mason. But that brought him back to his original question; Who broke in?
Stepping carefully through the broken glass, he made his way through the abandoned store and found a nice, clear, intact table for him to work on. Using his LED headlamp to view the Ipod carefully, he began his work.
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 18, 2010 20:50:34 GMT -5
((Hopefully I'm not goin' about this wrong, but I'm gonna see if I can get some actual human interaction goin' here.))
Keith had just opened the mall’s back door and opened his mouth to call out his friend’s name when the ground underneath him rumbled. Suddenly reminded of a California vacation where an earthquake lead to more broken bones than he’d cared to count, he let out a terrified shriek to combat the strange beeping noise and dove behind a nearby pretzel stand, covering his head. However, seconds later, he found the building still intact. A circumspect recon of his surroundings found no zombies, no pretzels, and no Ellis.
Figuring that cowering behind the pretzel stand, while safe, would get him no closer to his friends, Keith readjusted his scarf and went back on his merry way. “Ellis! Dave! Anyone?” he yelled, searching the area for people or zombies. Despite being a mall, there weren’t many zombies mulling about. There were plenty of limbs and blood, but that rather explained the lack of zombies.
Something managed to draw him to the broken-out bookstore. (It may or may not have been the piles of broken glass.) Although he knew that neither Ellis nor Dave would stop at a bookstore of all places, he figured that the glass could point to other life. While he wasn’t aiming to make a Best Friends Forever club, some company would be nice.
“Helloooo?” he called out, poking his head through the store window. “Are y’all zombies or are there some real people in here? ‘Cause I ain’t got no proof, but I don’t think zombies read much.” Sure enough, there was an actual human being in there. (Or, it looked like it.) Keith grinned, happy to find someone else, specifically someone with a flashlight. After losing his own to a freak hoard of zombies, Keith hadn’t found the courage to travel at night.
“Heya, pal!” Keith chirped, tip-toeing through the glass and hovering over the stranger’s shoulder. “Helluva ‘pocalypse, huh? Say, you seen a guy, li’l younger than me, probably in a dark blue cap, goes by Ellis? Or this other guy, ‘bout my age, usually wearin’ some overalls, got a goatee, name’s Dave? I dunno why they’d be all the way up here in Ohio, but they could be anywhere fer all I know.”
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Post by Mason Breaker on Jan 18, 2010 21:08:19 GMT -5
Mason jumped. Literally stood up and jumped to the ceiling. Whipping around, he eyed..... A survivor? Asking about some guys named Ellis and Dave..... "One second....Need to....Catch my breath.....Startled me boyo." After doing just that, and checking to make sure that the Ipod repairs were not ruined by his jump, he turned back to the young survivor. "Ellis.....Dave......Ehhhhhggggh....." He scratched his chin thoughtfully. Needed to shave, getting a bit shaggy....
"Can't.....Say that I have. Sorry. But, I do have to ask you a question in turn. My daughter. You seen a little girl, nine years old, straight brown hair, freckled, and with a blue bow? Anywhere around here? Hopefully still alive?"
This guy looked a little out of place, with his hat and scarf and looked like he belongd in Minnesota, really, although his speach suggested otherwise. Still, best to not judge on appearence.
Motioning to a nearby chair, Mason sat himself back down. Hopefully, he would know at least something pertaining to her.
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 18, 2010 21:26:16 GMT -5
The moment the man jumped up, Keith ducked, anticipating some sort of instinctive punch. A guy that big had to be some sort of brawler, or at least twitch enough to throw a punch when surprised. However, when he felt no ‘whoosh’ of wind over his head, Keith hopped right back to his feet and made eye contact, as he usually tried to do during conversation.
“Should’ve expected such. I mean, they’re probably still down South,” Keith shrugged, unfazed. He’d been expecting a negative, having no reason to believe his friends would wander up to Ohio.
Funnily enough, this new stranger was also looking for someone. Once the question was asked, Keith couldn’t help but let loose a big, fat lie. “Oh, sure I have!” he exclaimed, almost too excitedly. “All the way over in California! See, I was checkin’ out Salt Lake City and suddenly this huge building set on fire! Now I ain’t so good with fire, but I heard this crying and saw this li’l gal sittin’ outside the place in tears. She said her li’l dog Whiskers was still in there, an’ I knew I had to brave the fire and–”
Keith suddenly paused. “Wait a tic. I don’t even know you.” Shaking his head with a chuckling laughter, he reached out a hand for a welcoming shake. “Name’s Keith O’Macinrayner. I...” Once more, he stopped mid-sentence, noticing a teenaged girl in the corner. “That girl with you? She a zombie? She ain’t movin’ much. Might be dead. That’s how zombies spawn, you know. The corpse gets tired of sittin’ around so it up and eats people and pukes for fun.”
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Post by Tara Luketic on Jan 18, 2010 21:49:42 GMT -5
Now, there was a very logical, simple reason that Tara had been blind to the three newcomers, the alarm, AND the exploding lawnmower; all of which had been quite audible and attention-grabbing. By the time Kameko had smashed the doors in and set off the alarm, she was already on the other side of the store. Since Moro was on top of a bookshelf, she'd passed right by her without even noticing; the store was dark, after all. Night had set in, and since the lights no longer worked, Tara was mostly feeling her way through the store. Unable to hear the alarm from so far away, she had gone over to the shattered window to see if whomever had shattered it was still around.
Nope. Frowning a little in disappointment, she turned to make her way back into the main part of the mall. Or, at least, Tara was going to do that; but a long, slick tongue wrapping around her body kind of threw that idea out the window. "Shit. DaAAAAAAAAAMNIIIIIIT!! AAAAAGGGHHH!!!" she screamed as she was pulled back. She was dragged out of the window and across the parking lot, glad that her hoody was saving her back from scraping against the hard, gritty blacktop. Tara struggled against it, having gotten lucky that only one of her arms was pinned against her side.
Still gripping the AK-47 in her hand, she tilted her head back so that she could see the Smoker. By the time she'd managed to spot him and manuever the gun around, there was only a few feet separating them. "TAKE THIS, YOU GOD DAMN FREAK!!" Tara shouted, firing what was left of the assault rifle's ammo into the special infected. It gurgled and shrieked as the bullets sliced through its decaying flesh, then exploded in a cloud of noxious smoke.
"Aw, gross!" she wheezed between coughs. Tara shoved off the nasty tongue that now hung limp around her and got to her feet, quickly moving away from the cloud of gasses. Now able to breathe easier, she abandoned the useless AK-47 and brushed grit from her clothes as she started walking. "God, I hate Smokers. They're as bad as Witches!...almost. Geez," she grumbled to herself. When Tara had gotten close enough to see the store again, her eyes widened significantly.
There was a light in the broken window of B&N, and she could clearly see the silhouette of two men. Instantly, her heart leapt with joy, and a grin tugged at her lips. SURVIVORS!!! Tara broke into a run, not caring if she was tired, and practically leaped through the window. In her excitement, however, she crashed into Keith and the two went flying into a bookshelf. The hard hit made numerous books fall onto them, and she groaned as she rubbed her sore head.
"Ouch... not my best move... heh..."
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 18, 2010 22:07:53 GMT -5
Keith had been quite happily meeting his latest acquaintance when he heard, out of the corner of his ear (don’t ask), a sudden burst of gunshots. Flinching and immediately doing cautious, searching 360's like a high-schooler would do doughnuts in a parking lot, he kept his eyes peeled for the noise’s source. “You hear that?” he asked suspiciously, making sure this wasn’t just a voice in his head similar to those from the hospital’s painkillers.
He soon heard the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps from the window’s direction. Pivoting around to face the noise, he found himself face-to-face with a possibly psychotic young teenager. Before he could even open his mouth to curse, he found himself on the receiving end of a quite powerful, quite painful collision. Faster than you could say ‘oh, snap!’, Keith had been knocked into the bookshelf and drowned under books.
‘This is just like that time in the Tunnel ‘a Love’ was, unsurprisingly, the first thought through his mind. The second was ‘Oh, shit, I can’t move.’ The third came out rather vocal. “HELP!” he yelled through his scarf and a pile of literature. He managed to twitch his wrist, thankfully still in open air, but aside from that he felt rather weighted down. Not to mention his leg hurt almost as bad as when he’d driven off a cliff and he could feel his mower-blade wounds starting to bleed again. Feeling that perhaps his company hadn’t heard him, he yelled once more: “Oh, God, I can’t feel my kidneys! I ain’t never readin’ again!”
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Post by Moro Ashford on Jan 18, 2010 22:12:40 GMT -5
From her perch on top of the bookshelf, Moro had froze, seemingly unnoticed, mutely watching the going-ons with a mingled sense of exhilaration and caution. Uncertain, she paused to see how things played out.
Just then, there was a shriek and the splintering of glass; snapping up her head, Moro saw the silhouette of a woman being dragged through a shattered window and across the parking lot. Before the assembled group could so much as turn and look, however, there was a puff of smoke and a withering groan as the smoker crumpled and fell. Faintly bemused, Moro watched as the woman stood, caught sight of the rest of them and, in exhilaration, began a sprint toward them.
Directly toward them.
"Ah- shit-!" beneath the weight of the woman and the man she tackled, the bookcase teetered unsteadily and tipped, Moro crashing to the floor with it. Her vision flared as her head smacked against the floor; her rifle glanced from her hand. With a groan, the young woman closed her eyes and raised a hand to her forehead.
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Jan 18, 2010 22:21:28 GMT -5
Dammit! Why don’t I have a flashlight?! Kameko thought angrily as she could no longer read her book. Night had fallen fast and Barnes and Nobles was as dark as a black hole. She glanced around blindly before frowning.
God did she miss her iPod.
Suddenly a loud crash startled the shit out of her. The sudden noise scared her so much she almost peed her pants. Kameko glared out into the darkness and gripped her hunting rifle. She was on alert mode and ready to kill whatever created the noise.
“それはだった何?” Kameko muttered quietly to herself in Japanese. Mom are you seeing this from heaven right now? she asked silently to her dead mother.
Getting to her feet from where she was in the corner, she navigated her way through the bookstore. It proved to be really difficult and she often stumbled from here and there. Cursing angrily the teenager was tempted to give up her search when a light ahead caught her dark blue eye.
She raced forward, skidding to a halt in front of a seemingly intact table. A man who looked to be in his thirties was working delicately on something, not seeming to notice her presence. Her eyes grew wide as she noticed her iPod and, before she could demand what the man was doing with it, a painful groaning noise caught her attention.
Kameko tilted her head to side as she pointed at the two people buried underneath a pile of books. “Why are they in that pile of books?” she asked loudly, startling the man and the two probably in pain people.
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Post by Mason Breaker on Jan 18, 2010 22:26:00 GMT -5
Mason was about to give Keith a dissaproving glare of a lifetime, but the sounds of guns drew away his attention, followed by the sounds of a Smoker.
"Another survivor? Well, that'll be..."
But before he could finish, a young woman came tearing into the bookstore, shreiking like a Witch before crashing into Keith and knocking down several bookshelves and yet ANOTHER survivor who had, unbeknowen to him, sitting on top of them.
Complying with Keith's request for a hand, he strode over and pulled up both youths, one in each hand, before setting them both down and glancing over to the third youth, trying to discern if she was alright.
However, yet ANOTHER person walked in, sending Mason into another jump, this time grabbing a chair and holding it over his head. He was really getting sick of this.
After removing some of the heavier books from the other fallen girl, he took several deep breathes, taking in all that had just happened.
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Post by Tara Luketic on Jan 18, 2010 22:35:44 GMT -5
Tara, though she was buried under a pile of books with another man- wait. SHE WAS ON TOP OF ANOTHER MAN. Luckily, before she could freak, said man shouted something about his kidneys and reading. It was so random that it shocked Tara into merely blinking, even when she heard the sound of two other women speaking. Again, before she could do anything, she was suddenly lifted up out of the books by a strong hand.
Shaking herself down after she'd been set on her feet, she smoothed out her hair and tightened her ponytail before glancing around at the others. "Wow." Tara couldn't believe it; she'd been alone for who knows how long, and all of a sudden there's four other people standing there. Shaking her head, she took a moment to make sure she still had her satchel and purse, then crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. "And just where the Hell have you people been all this time? Looks like God loves toying with us, seeing as we all ran into each other at the same damn time."
Tara had a bad feeling about this; there had to be a reason they all suddenly met up. Oh, sweet, Jesus, if a Tank came charging through the parking lot... She forcefully pushed her suspicions aside, deciding to just roll with it and be glad she found other non-infected people. Looking them over, Tara took some quick notes on each in her head. 'The black-haired girl's obviously Asian. The brunette... kinda looks like me. Weird. The guy who helped us looks pretty damn strong; he'll be a huge help. And that guy... what's up with him? I can't even see his face 'cause of that scarf. Freak-y,' she thought with a raised eyebrow.
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 18, 2010 22:52:48 GMT -5
Keith was thankfully rescued in record time (apparently Mason didn’t mind getting wet). He gulped down a huge breath of air upon being released from his imprisonment. He wobbled for a moment when set back on his own two feet, but steadied himself with the nearby table. “Aw, hell!” he gasped out, staring wide-eyed at his attacker, a fairly average-looking teenaged-girl who stared at him like he was licking her hair or something. Self-conscious, he took a moment to check and make sure his hat and scarf were in place before continuing: “Y’almost went an’ killed me there!”
Then, for the first time, Keith took a look around the room and noticed that, while he’d been busy being crushed to death, the room had suddenly filled up with teenagers. All girls, too. One that looked Asian, another who looked fairly tough, and then the crazy one. Damn, if it weren’t pedophilic...
“Hm. Guess I gotta introduce myself,” he muttered to himself, brushing book-dust off of himself. “Howdy, girls. M’name’s Keith Jacobs Rowlin, m’ friends all call me Keith. I’m from Atlantis, Georgia. Any ‘a you seen a couple ‘a guys named Ellis or Dave? No reason for ‘em to be in Ohio, but I figured I’d check...”
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