Roy Bivenmeijer
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 28, 2010 22:23:24 GMT -5
"C'mon Kami, lighten up. You have a WHOLE bottle os Sake just for you, and you're worryin about goin to school? Let's all just mellow out here for a moment, hmm? This is probably the most downtime we'll have in days. Might as well enjoy it..." Downing another class of whiskey, Roy was still (in his experience with alcohol) unfazed.
'Hell, I'm a good enough actor for it... might as well...' Roy slumped slightly next to Kameko, leaning on her to 'support himself'. "So Kami, what's you're story, hmm?" Adding an intentional slur to his voice, he gazed at her intently, smiling a slightly lopsided smile.
Tearing his gaze from the asian girl for only a moment, he looked to keith and his random story telling. "We heard enough of YOUR stories. Or seen 'um at least... How does one guy get burn scars from the toes up?" Still attempting to seem drunk, he awaited the sure-to-be-interesting story while slouching even farther over onto Kami., his right hand reaching for whichever one of her hands was nearest.
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Jan 28, 2010 23:11:29 GMT -5
The black-haired girl narrowed her sapphire eyes to slits as she gave Keith and Roy a piercing gaze.
“I only want to finish high school because my mother wants me to.” she explained before her voice got sad. “She never got to finish because her family moved over to the United States from Japan. You see…” Kameko was trying hard not to burst out crying, but it was hard whenever she thought–or talked–about her mother. “Sh-she died when the infection started. My family and friends left, but stupid me had to stay behind.”
By the time she had gotten done with her explanation, tears had bubbled up in her eyes. Not wanting the others to see, she quickly wiped them away. Slumping in her chair, Kameko didn’t meet the others’ gazes and instead focused on her glass of Sake, twirling it around.
“That’s all I’m going to tell you guys until someone else tells their life story.” she whispered, loud enough for them all to hear.
Her head whipped around when she felt Roy leaning against her. At first she wanted to shove him away, but for some reason she didn’t want to. She gave him a confused expression.
“Oookay…either you’re drunk or hitting on me.” Kameko concluded at last. “But…I don’t care.”
She reached out a hand to grab hold of his, lacing her fingers through his for comfort. Her heart was heavy and she still had the undeniable urge to cry. Kameko had loved her mother very much and the infection had taken.
“プロスパーおよび 満開 〜なしで 今ま でに急いで 〜の方へ あなたの落ちる.” Kameko whispered only loud enough for Roy to hear. She looked at the black-haired man, smiling sadly. “Prosper and bloom without ever hurrying towards your fall. Those were my mother’s last words to me.”
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Post by Moro Ashford on Jan 29, 2010 16:15:44 GMT -5
Moro cast a sideways glance at Mason, an uneasy knot forming in the pit of her stomach. The young woman was not, had never been, and never planned to be an 'open' kind of person. She had emotion, sure, as much as any teenage girl would have. Yet she had the habit of turning the turmoil inward; Mason's idea of 'chatting' was not her cup of tea. More than this, she knew he suspected something was up; Moro gingerly folded her arms across her chest, concealing her wounds.
“Wait,” Keith said suddenly. “Yer in th’ middle of a zombie ‘pocalypse an’ all you care about is goin’ ta school?!?”
“I only want to finish high school because my mother wants me to.” Kameko shot back and, following Roy's advice, Moro trailed to the bar counter, taking her good old time. The vodka had settled, by now, and three consecutive shots within five minutes had certainly impaired her balance. Twice she nearly knocked over neighboring bottles of liquor as, finally, she went to retrieve her abandoned Sam Adams.
A rather crude circle was forming form the survivors; joining it, Moro took a seat on a spacious area of floor. Silence had fallen at Kami's words; no one seemed to want to say that, most likely, there was never going to be another class held. That this was never going to 'blow over'.
Despite her distaste for sharing her past, Moro picked out her general background from between the pain and fear of the last few weeks.
"I was a mechanic," she said, breaking into the silence. "Here. We'd gotten wind of the infection spreading everywhere else and, when people started getting sick, went underground," she paused, took a swig of beer, chuckled. "Literally...but we messed up. We didn't know all the symptoms, and a few days into our confinement a few of the people turned and, well, all hell broke loose from there."
She studied her shoes, which looked an oddly bright hue of crimson. "I got lucky, I didn't get-" mid-sentence, Moro caught herself. She was about to say "bitten"...which would, of course, prompt suspicion. All of them were supposed to be immune, right?...getting bitten isn't supposed to be bad....
"...caught. My, uh...my family wasn't so lucky. Well, not that I know of, anyway." She chuckled humorlessly, averting her gaze down to the bottle she held. Kami's story held a shared agony; her little brother had disappeared in the chaos that had come from the flight.
And it's my fault.
The mechanic cleared her throat, glanced up and targeted the person closest to her, forcing a casual tone in her voice. "So...what's your deal, Mason?"
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Post by Mason Breaker on Jan 29, 2010 19:58:44 GMT -5
Mason listened to Kameko's tale with interest, feeling a pang in his heart towards her own loss. Moro's tale was similarly tragic, but her sudden pause left him suspicious to her not being.....something. She said caught, but Mason started putting two and two together, and several possibilities sprang up in his mind. Before he could comment on it, however, she passed the baton on to him.
"My story, eh?" He took another long swig of his drink before he answered.
"I used to be a computer engineer a few years before 'mah daughter came into the world, but I left that for construction." He stopped, scratching his hairy chin with a small grin. "Good choice on my part. Anyways....."
He stopped again, but this time it was because he was choking up slightly. This was a bit hard for him, but he was going to try.
".....When..... The infection hit..... I took my wife and daughter out of the city, figured that the farther from civilization the better.... Got to the car, got me daughter in, started getting in myself when the Horde started comin'. My wife......"
He started trying to fight back the oncoming tears, his voice cracking. "Started getting into the car, and down came the Smoker. Heard the thing scream and next thing we knew it had her. I grabbed ahold of her and the Horde's gettin' closer and closer.... She tells me, 'Mason, you gotta let me go, get...get Dahlia out of here.' I tells her, 'I ain't leaving without you! Don't let go!'. And what does she do? 'Mason, please....'. And she lets go..."
Now the tears fell freely. "I had no choice, I had to go then, I had no guns, no weapons, nothing! And the Horde was on here just like that.....I can still hear her screaming...."
He took several deep breaths, trying to calm down.
"Once my daughter and I were.. Out of the city, I promised myself and her that I wouldn't let anything happen to her..... And what happens next?"
He paused again, his next words coming out as a whisper.
"I crashed the car. Damn Boomer jumps in front of the car and blew up like a firework! Came to and Dahlia was.....gone..... She's alive, I know it, but I don't know where....."
"I've failed as a husband and a father....."
He stopped, unable to continue.
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Tara Luketic
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Post by Tara Luketic on Jan 29, 2010 20:35:44 GMT -5
Tara groaned when Kameko seemed to miss the sarcasm in her tone, keeping her face buried in her arms for now. However, upon mention of the military, she gave a derisive snort and lifted her chin onto her arms. "The military? Seriously? Don't tell me that you still think their top priority is saving us. They abandoned us ages ago, Kameko. Haven't you seen the messages scrawled on safehouse walls? The bodies filled with bullet holes that weren't infected? All the army cares about now is where to bomb next and saving their own sorry asses..."
After that pretty, pessimistic rant, Tara promptly returned her face to her arms and listened as each of the others spoke a little about themselves. She couldn't believe that Kameko's second priority was going back to school; she didn't even want to go to culinary school anymore. Hell, living a normal life after all of this... it was unthinkable. Tara continued to listen as Keith rambled off one of his stories again, grinning a bit behind the cover of her arms. At least his stories lightened the mood a little; something they all needed during a zombie apocalypse.
She didn't see how Roy was flirting with Kameko until the Asian girl mentioned it, making her grin again. Tara felt kind of bad for Moro and Kameko; at least she didn't have to deal with that, seeing as they were way more attractive than her. She was practically dozing off by the time Kameko explained a little about herself, and she had to admit that it was a heart-rending tale, all right. Moro's wasn't much better, and by the time Mason had finished she was wiping at her eyes with her sleeves. Looking over at the man, Tara offered him a warm smile.
"Mason... don't say that. You tried your hardest to get both of them to safety, and you still have your daughter. She's out there... somewhere... and I bet we'll find her, eventually. Just don't kick yourself for doing your best, all right? I hate it when good people do that," she soothed in a sincere tone. Giving the others a glance over and noticing them all staring at her, she blushed and looked away. Tara knew she'd better change the subject before someone commented on her "soft" moment.
"Tch. My life story? It's nothin' special, really. Grew up in a normal family; mom, dad, little brother and sister. I was a senior, a waitress at Country Lakes Party Center, accepted at a culinary school in Ryland... I had everything going for me. And then this... this sickness hits us like a slap to the face! Schools close, the party center closes, everyone leaves or panics and locks themselves in their basements. Heh... not us. My family, we just stocked up on supplies, bought a gun, and stayed put in our house."
Tara was smiling, though it was obviously strained as she rested her elbows on the table and pressed her palms into her forehead. In that moment, she looked years older than she actually was. "Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! God, we were such.. such morons! We should have left town. We should have gotten as far away from this God damn Hellhole as possible. But no, we just had to stand our ground and 'wait it out.' Well, 'waiting it out' got us a horde banging on our walls. It eventually got so loud it drew a Tank. A fucking Tank.
"Oh, we tried to fight the damn thing off. Dad shot the whole round at it before it crashed through the wall and used him as a doormat. Mom grabbed the nearest thing- a frying pan- and started swinging, telling us to get the Hell out of there through the back, around the pool. I didn't even hesitate, I just... I just did it. I grabbed my bags and Kyli and abandoned her. And for what? To get maybe five, six yards away before my brother was grabbed by a Smoker."
By this point it was her turn to fully cry, though it was silent tears. "I set my sister down and ran after him... I tried so hard to save him... Only to hear Kyli start screaming, 'cause the God damn horde from our house had followed us and got to her. The clear route to survival was obvious. I knew they were dead; trying to save them would just kill me, too. So I ran. And I kept on running, and I have been ever since. Jesus... I lost my whole family, my whole life... in a matter of less than ten minutes... Jesus..."
This last word was in just above a whisper, and finally she couldn't take it anymore. Tara abruptly stood, grabbed her hat, and was out the front doors in five seconds flat. Once outside and in the fresh air, she pressed her back against the exterior wall of the tavern and let out the first soft sobs she'd been holding back. 'God damnit... why'd I go and do that... Thinking about it always does this to me... I'm such a baby.. weak... that's why they're dead...' she thought.
"Damnit..."
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Roy Bivenmeijer
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 29, 2010 21:06:36 GMT -5
How the hell was he supposed to follow these? A manage a trios of freakin heart-rending stories, and all he had was The game got low, so I started shooting people... "Guess I'll just start from the top then..." The Cherokee sighed.
"Didn't really lose anyone in the infection... My mom died when I was something like fourteen... Lung cancer. I just hope we don't run into her with a tongue wrapped around her neck, hmm?" The attempt at a joke was meant to raise spirits, and, judging by Tara's hasty exit from the bar, it was gonna be a stretch
"Never really knew my daddy... a traveling man and whatnot. Mom lived on the reservation, and he came through sellin Electronics. Apparently he was a good lookin guy. That's about all I got from him. In any case, he got what he deserved after Maw died..."
"After four in juvenile detention and a year in jai for batteryl..." Stupid bastard got what he deserved, leavin us allone for so long... "I moved out here, just a ways away from the reserve. Got a nice cabin out in the woods and started shootin bucks..." And about everything else, as soon as I got money to travel
Forsaking his glass, Roy took a pull straight from the source and continued. "Heard about the infection, so i went to jump an Airlift to get out. After tryin to chase the transport for several miles I gave up. Damn that Obama and his affermative action laws. But hey, I guess I made the best of it, huh. Met some cool people, get to see some great action, and found a beautiful girl to watch my back" The last bit was for Kameko and Kameko only, as he'd whispered it in her ears bafore wrapping an arm around her in a comforting gesture. Everyone deserved a shoulder to cry on and, granted that she could reach it, his was hers for the taking.
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 29, 2010 23:12:10 GMT -5
Keith listened to the others’ stories patiently, a difficult feat for someone like him, and almost not worth it. Everyone just had all these sad stories of dead people. Sad stories were the crappy ones. It was why all his stories ended before going into the hospital-visit part.
When Roy finished, Keith decided to take his own turn. “Damn y’all and yer fancy stories,” he cursed with an attempt at a grin. “I don’t got nothin’ like that. Only child, folks kicked me out at 16, ‘aven’t seen ‘em in the past nine...” He paused, recalling an additional birthday. “...Ten years.
Come t’ think of it,” he continued, reaching under his hat and scratching his head, wincing when he hit his head-wound, “I ain’t been in the hospital since the zombie-thing started. Kinda nice, actually.” Recalling the beginning of his apocalypse-adventure, he smiled beneath his scarf. “I woke up to the apocalypse on a bus in Kentucky with a zombie who’d previously been inna wheelchair bitin’ m’ankle and...” He paused, feeling a fake story surfacing. “...and a lil’ zombie puppy, too. I think he was eatin’ the wheelchair guy, though. I called ‘im Spot an’ we were good friends up until he tried t’ gnaw m’ toes off.”
Realizing that his cheery outlook probably wasn’t the best thing in a room of depressed strangers who’d just poured out their hearts and driven themselves to tears, Keith quickly wiped the grin off his face and tried to save face. “Uh, though...I kinda miss m’ buddies. El an’ Dave were the best pals a guy could have, I tell ya.” He sighed, looking up to the ceiling wistfully. “Damn, an’ we were gonna meet Jimmy Gibbs Jr., too. Worst damn part of the ‘pocalypse. I hope that guy made it out. That Jimmy Gibbs was every lil’ boy’s hero.”
Again noticing that he was off-track and that his story wasn’t quite depressing enough to fit the mood, Keith nervously scanned the room for a quick scapegoat, and found one in the one person that wasn’t there. “Oh, uh, well, I guess I’ll go check on Tara, then,” he stammered, quickly excusing himself and practically running out the door.
He burst out the front door, not even bothering to be quiet or subtle about it. Tara had taken up residence by the outer wall, quietly sobbing to herself. Keith frowned. Now that he was out here, he actually didn’t know what he was supposed to say. Professional, he was; Psychiatrist, not so much.
At a loss, he carefully kicked the Jockey corpse out of the way (damn thing somehow killed itself smacking into the door) and sidled over to Tara’s side. Holding his breath, he took a risk, reached out an arm, and gave the girl a pat on the shoulder that he hoped was comforting. (With his free arm, he yanked his hat down over his eyes and hoped for the best, unwilling to watch her reaction.)
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Jan 29, 2010 23:31:10 GMT -5
After finally recollecting herself and nearly soaking almost all of Roy’s shirt, Kameko wiped the tears away. She shook her head wildly, some of it hitting the man in the face. She threw herself at Mason and embraced him in a comforting gesture.
“You have not failed as a husband and father!” Kameko told him briskly, squeezing the man. “You did everything you could for your family, nobody could’ve done better.” She released the man to lock gazes with him seriously. “And we will find your daughter. I’ll stick with you until we find her, ‘kay?”
With that said she swiveled her gaze over to Moro. “Moro, even though your story is sad, you’re a strong woman who I would love to be by my side through any battle. I have more faith in you than anybody else here.” She smiled. “You’re a real awesome person.”
As she turned to Tara, she had found the girl had left. The black-haired girl paused, debating whether or not to go after her when Keith beat her to it. She giggled when as she recalled that, after all, Tara did have a crush on the man. So she let the two be.
Finally, she turned to Roy. Giggling in a cute way, Kameko nestled down besides him again. She turned to him, smiling big with her dark blue eyes glowing magnificently.
“So you think I’m a beautiful girl?” she questioned, lightly punching Roy in the shoulder. “Well…you’re not so bad yourself old man.”
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Post by Moro Ashford on Jan 30, 2010 11:18:41 GMT -5
Beside her, Mason began to sob, thick tears trailing down his face. Listening mutely to his tale, Moro closed her burning eyes and bit down on her lower lip. They'd all lost everything; the man's vivid recall of the situation had brought to the surface buried agony of her own. Suddenly, Moro felt very close to every survivor.
She raised a hand and gently squeezed his shoulder. "Don't say that," she murmured, quiet enough for only him to hear. "There was nothing you could do; your daughter is still alive? Then we'll find her." It's only failure when you give up, she thought, and a crippling pang of guilt coursed through her at the thought of her brother.
Tara's story was equally as tragic as the first two; Moro had forsaken her alcohol for fear of losing control and falling to pieces as well. She wanted to say something as the brunette got to her feet and fled, sobbing, outside, but could not find the words that could even begin to heal. In the depressed silence that followed, Roy and Keith each broke in with an emotional control Moro envied; the young woman was just getting to her feet to excuse herself when Kameko said her name.
"I have more faith in you than anybody else here," she was saying; sparkling emerald eyes flickered to her face in bewilderment. Kami was smiling. "You're a real awesome person."
Her attention turned back to Roy, Moro continued to stand, frozen, for a few seconds longer, her eyes unable to be torn from her companion's face but hardly seeing her at all. "I have more faith in you than anybody else here...be by my side through any battle...." Her wounded arms seemed to throb in response; the young woman had never felt so suddenly isolated, detached.
Hazardous.
"I need to...find the bathroom," the young woman blatantly lied in a hurried mumble and, pausing only to reach for her gun, slung it over her shoulder and turned from the group, hurrying up the stairs that led to the guest rooms. The hallway was deserted, which perfectly suited her; she did not want gunfire attracting attention.
Shouldering open the nearest door, Moro kicked it nearly shut behind her and collapsed onto the bed, lying on her back with her hands pressed against her face. Her breaths were becoming gasping and slow; clenching her fists, she sat up and seized the first thing she could grasp and hurled it at the opposing wall, shattering the lamp into shards.
"Faith in me," she growled to herself, angrily wiping the tears from her eyes. "She doesn't even...I don't even know...."
She paced the room in rage, turning her pain to immediate anger at anything she could set her hands on. Amidst the debris of the lamp, a smashed alarm clock, and a torn up pillow, Moro lost her steam and shakily sat back on the bed, staring blankly at the slit left open in the door.
I have to leave, she thought, and the sudden decision impaled her like ice. They can't know...I don't want them to look at me like that...but if anything happens...if I turn....
She gasped and glanced down. A sudden pain in her palms had reminded her as to how hard she was clenching her fists; four indents showed where her nails had dug into her skin, drawing blood. It was the smallest, most rediculous thing, but it was often this that set one over.
Quietly, hating herself for it, Moro closed her eyes and allowed the tears to come.
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Post by Mason Breaker on Jan 30, 2010 21:54:54 GMT -5
Mason hadn't been expecting such warm encouragement, and he truthfully appreciated it, although he didn't think he deserved it. But they were right, he would find his daughter.
"Th-thanks...All of yeh. Means a l-lot to me, your encouragement..."
Taking several shaky breaths, he turned to find that Moro was going in a hurry upstairs, claiming to need to use the bathroom. However, the noises that followed didn't sound like a bathroom. But he decided to let her be, probably needed a moment.
Truth be told, so did he.
"I'ma be right back boyos." He said, standing up. "Gonna..... Gonna get some air. Cool off a bit, y'know?"
With that, he stood up and walked outside, passing by Tara and Keith. Giving them some space, he went to another side of the bar. And that's when he spotted them.
On the darkened horizon, he could make out a number of dark figures making their way towards the bar. And we're not talking about a small group.
It was a full-blown Horde. Coming this way.
Turning back around, he ran back to the door, but not before turning to Keith and Tara. "Get back inside! Now!". And with that ,he dashed back in.
"I really hate to ruin the mood right now, but we got a full blown Horde coming this way, boyos." As if almost on cue, a resounding roar reached his ears, signifying that they didn't have much time.
But where was Moro? Didn't she say that......
Mason quickly ran up the stairs, calling out to her. He wasn't about to let her get caught off guard and torn apart.
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Roy Bivenmeijer
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 30, 2010 22:12:13 GMT -5
"Oh FUCK no... Goddamnstupid sons of..." The string went on and on as Roy, just getting confortable, was forced to stand up, lock and load, and push his way out the door. Adusting his scope, he took three shots before walking back inside, infuriated.
Steaming, he handed his Thirty-aught-Six to Kameko. "Watch that," He grunted, taking out the machete and walking toward the kitchen. Searchign the Tavern's kitchen breifly, he found what he was looking for: The carving knife. Still sharpened to a beautiful edge, Roy eyes it with a glorious sparkle in his gaze, already thinking of what it would do to the rotting zombie flesh.
"Ya'll coming or what?" Maybe it was the moment being completely shattered by the encroaching hore, or maybe it was the Johnny Walker talking, but he was supremely pissed. He was getting to the point of emotional turnoff (or his favorite part as the case may be), where he'd go into a cold rage and dice everything in his way.
Once again exiting the bar, he shrugged a few times and waited for the horde. As a last thought before going into "kill-the-crap-out-of-everything-that-reeks-of-death mode" He wondered what Kameko would think of him like this... or any of them really. Oh well... at least they'll live long enough to bitch about it...
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Jan 30, 2010 22:33:05 GMT -5
A smirk made its way on Kameko’s face as she held Roy’s Thirty-aught-Six. Gingerly she set it down and jumped up from her seat. Navigating her way through the tavern and peeping into every hiding spot she could find, a smile appeared as she found a katana.
“We’re going to be cutting up bitches with this thing.” she said as she picked it up.
Moments later she was appearing at Roy’s side and lightly elbowed him. “You know…I suddenly have the urge to kill some douchebags right about now.”
And with that she took off running. Time to show these guys that I’m not just your average happy-go-lucky eighteen-year-old. A group of maybe five or six infected at the head of the horde raced for her at frightening speed. This didn’t unfazed her, which was weird since she was sort of a scardey-cat.
Taking a flying leap, Kameko pointed her tongue out in a childish fashion at the infected as she sent them flying back with a spinning-kick. She landed back on the ground and held out her katana, lightly running the palm of her hand against the blade.
“This is the first time I’m actually going to enjoy fighting a horde.” Kameko murmured to herself as adrenaline pumped through her veins.
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Tara Luketic
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Post by Tara Luketic on Jan 30, 2010 22:50:13 GMT -5
Tara gasped as she heard the doors slam open, jumping a few inches off the ground and whirling about to see who it was. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and the cuffs of her jean jacket were wet from her tears. Quickly scrubbing at her eyes, she turned away again, wondering what Keith was doing out here. Sniffling a little, Tara tensed at the sudden pat on her shoulder, looking back at the Southern boy through tear-filled eyes. Was he... was he comforting her?
She couldn't remember the last time someone had actually comforted her in such a way; not just checked to see if she was okay, but actually cared about her. Feeling a warm, tingly sensation in her chest, Tara smiled softly and wiped away the remaining tears. "Th-thanks, Keith..." she whispered just as the doors opened again. This time it was Mason, but he avoided them so she guessed he was just getting some air himself. Composing herself, Tara opened her mouth to say more when the construction worker suddenly came running back.
A horde. GOD, of all the rotten, horrible timing- "Damnit!" she cursed. Tara scrubbed at her face with her sleeves, pulled in a shaky breath, and then managed a grin as she patted Keith's arm. "Well, just another night in the zombie apocalypse. Let's go whoop some undead ass, Keith," she stated semi-cheerfully. Reaching down to where her messenger bag usually was, she blinked and frowned in confusion to find that it was absent. "Shit! Left my bag in the storage room! I'll be right back!!"
Tara dashed into the bar after Mason, barely noticing Roy and Kameko as she went into the back room. It was exactly as she'd left it, and she quickly grabbed her bags and moved to go back to the front. Then, she remembered that the back door was propped open, and nearly slapped herself. "Christ! That would have been a deathwish!" Tara muttered, quickly closing it and then heading back into the main room.
Dropping her purse onto a table, she slipped on her messenger bag and ran outside to join the others. She pulled her shotgun from the bag and raised it, waiting for the horde to get close enough. "You two go ahead and have a killing spree. I'll blast any that get past you."
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 30, 2010 23:03:13 GMT -5
When he received a whispered gratitude, Keith risked a glance from underneath his hat. Tara wasn’t exactly smiling, but in his opinion, he looked better. He allowed himself a small smile, hidden behind the scarf. That mission was a success.
He had followed her gaze over to Mason, and spared the man a small wave as he passed by. However, before Keith could even return his attention back to Tara, Mason was running back with an announcement of a hoard. Keith blinked, watching his teammates scurry like ants to gather their weapons. Roy and Kami ran out, knives ablaze, and cut down zombies like a couple in an action movie. Mason didn’t come back out, but neither did Moro, so Keith assumed theyw ere battling something else or something. Tara, meanwhile, dashed inside for her gunsand came back out with a shotgun.
Keith, realizing that there were three trigger/blade-happy people willing to fight the zombies themselves, leaned back against the wall, taking out his magnum for good measure. “You guys ‘ave fun wi’ that,” he called out. “I’ll catch any that get past Tar, here.”
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Post by Moro Ashford on Jan 31, 2010 0:02:03 GMT -5
There was a pounding on the stairs; Mason was charging down the hall, bellowing her name. By the time he had found her room, the young woman had gotten back to her feet, wiping all traces of tears from her face.
"Get out of here, Mason," she said loudly, shouldering her weapon and making for the door before he could say a word. It pained her to be so harsh to someone that had shown her protection and kindness; but it was for the good of the group.
Edging him, she had made it to the door when the tell-tale shriek reached her ears; her knuckles whitened on the edge of the door. "Damnit," she breathed. She hesitated for a second longer, debating, before reaching for Mason's arm.
"Listen to me. I need your help," she said; her eyes were still glazed with tears, but had acquired a cold, determined edge. "I can't stay- I...it needs to look like they got me."
"Mason...after this is over, you need to tell everyone else that I didn't make it."
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