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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Mar 21, 2010 21:04:31 GMT -5
Dahlia was trembling enough to cause a small earthquake. She was scared, no, terrified of what had just occured. And upon being asked just what had scared her so badly, she just burst it out.
"T-they know my name! The coughing thing knows my name! I-it was low an-and wheezy and scary!" She whimpered, trying to hide from the horrors of the world. She really wished her Daddy was here, or even Mr. Paulie. Big, strong, and able to just sheild her from the scary things in their arms. But Luigi would have to do.
Her trembling died down a little, her breathing starting to even out as she calmed down. She just told herself that as long as she stayed close to Mr. Director and Luigi, it wouldn't get her. And upon being asked about the pipe, she pointed to the entrance to the tunnel where she had dropped it in her terror.
While Luigi looked for his gun, Dahlia attached her radio to a clip on her side so she would have on hand for the pipe and the other for Mr. B. That done, she nodded, trying to be a brave little girl, like Daddy and Mommy would want her to.
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Post by Luigi Martin on Mar 28, 2010 19:29:45 GMT -5
Head tilting to the side, Luigi listened as Dahlia rambled off about a coughing thing knowing her name. He shook his head lightly and grabbed the plastic penlight. The teenager then went off to look for his submachine gun. When he finally located it buried underneath piles of rubble, he picked it up.
“Found it.” called Luigi over to The Director. He frowned as he inspected it closer.
Great, it’s out of ammo. This day couldn’t get worse.
Sighing Luigi walked back over to The Director and returned the plastic penlight. He turned the flashlight on his submachine gun on before looking over expectantly at the professional man.
“Are we going to head out or just stand here all day?”
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Post by The Director on Mar 28, 2010 19:44:39 GMT -5
Director stared down the tunnel, consciously keeping his foot from tapping (the noise would echo too much for his liking) while the two children scurried off to gather the weapons they should have held on to in the first place. Dahlia found her pipe easily, and fortunately Luigi didn’t take too long with his search either.
“Well,” Director said icily, pocketing the penlight, “unless you’d like to lose something else required for survival or attract another lethal opponent, we may now make some actual progress.” It took real skill to be sarcastic without sounding it, but Director was a master of such tactics.
“Just keep the flashlight ahead.” With the confidence required for leading an entire company, Director strode into the tunnel without hesitation, knowing that his two comrades would follow. “I’m not quite so sure there is a talking Smoker...” He glanced back at Dahlia, his expression not quite disapproving, instead closer to incredulous. “...But there is definitely a Smoker.”
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Mar 29, 2010 15:27:14 GMT -5
Frowning to herself, Dahlia followed closely behind Mr. Director and Luigi. He was probably right, the voice was part of her imagination. Still...... It sounded so real. All she could do now was hope that it really was just a part of her imagination.
As they went down the tunnel, there was definatly evidence of other non-scary people. Little holes in the wall, dead scary people, a discarded pill bottle here and there.
"Looks like there was a lot of fighting......." Dahlia muttered to herself, keeping close to the two men, trying to keep her breathing slow and even so she wouldn't get dizzy. Her breath began to speed up, however, when what sounded like more than one person running began to echo in the tunnel. But just like that, it stopped. And she wisely decided to not say anything.
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Post by Luigi Martin on Apr 6, 2010 19:39:46 GMT -5
Luigi followed behind the Director, happy to get moving. He hoped to find an ammo cache somewhere as they moved farther along the tracks, but so far he found nothing but pain pills. The boy shrugged as he bent down to grab one, seeing as they proved useful when situations got tough.
“We’ve got pills over here!” he called over to the Director in case he wanted some.
I really need to find ammo, Luigi thought glumly to himself as they continued on. It’s boring not killing zombie ass right now!
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Apr 6, 2010 20:39:46 GMT -5
Luigi liked his pills. That was very plain. But seeing how much he was taking, wasn't that a little dangerous? Although, seeing as he almost lived on the edge of danger all the time, maybe she was just being a sissy.
Still, it was still dark, still scary, and still making every little noise seem like a firework going off.
Or terrifying wheezing and sputtering.
There was a tense moment as the noise increased, getting closer and closer........
And stopped suddenly. Just stopped.
Whimpering quietly, she peeked out from behind Luigi's legs, looking around. She didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but....
Wait, were those..... Glowing eyes?
In her fright, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Luigi's flashlight, pointing it towards the eyes.
She couldn't help but scream.
"M-m-MOMMEY!?!"
It was her, no question about it. But she was changed. Covered in tumors, her tounge, no her tounges, hanging out. She was wheezing, only broken by the occasional violent coughing fit, smoke clouding around her.
Time seemed to stand still for a minute, until the impossible (By Mr. Director's standerds.) happened.
"[glow=red,2,300]D.....DAHLIAAA![/glow]"
But it didn't sound like a joyful cry, like the time she had gotten lost in the grocery store for at least an hour or two. It sounded like an enraged, crazed cry.
And she attacked. With a loud *PHTOO*, one of her tounges launched towards her, and in a moment, she found herself wrapped up in the slimy, foul smelling tounge. She could hardly breath, it was squezing her so much. But her mother didn't stop there. With something that sounded like a laugh, she launched another one of her tounges at an emergency alarm.
The Horde was immediatly alerted. Thankfully, it didn't last long, but enough to attract a Horde nonetheless.
Making another strange....Laugh, her mother turned down the tunnel and began to flee, still dragging Dahlia.
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Post by The Director on Apr 6, 2010 21:22:51 GMT -5
Director merely waved Luigi’s offer off. “I still have mine from the airport,” he explained. “Thank you for the offer, nevertheless.” Unconcerned, he gave the boy a moment to snatch the bottle and re-focus the light to the front before going right back to the task at hand: finding a way out. For the time being, Director was the leader, and his top priority was a staircase.
However, moments later, his second priority reared its ugly head: a thick, phlegm-y wheeze echoed from the hall behind them. Recognizing the sound, the businessman pivoted towards the back of the tunnel, magnum at the ready. For the moment, all he could see was a slight glow.
Dahlia, on the other hand, must have spotted something startling. She snatched the flashlight from Luigi, aimed it at the glow, and screamed.
To be completely honest, Director could understand that fear. The Smoker (who apparently either was or looked similar to Dahlia’s mother) was a disgusting creature, bulging with tumors and welts that almost seemed to rhythmically pulse as though with a heartbeat. The bubbling flesh actually seemed more...developed than other Smokers. Furthermore, it had multiple tongues sprouting from the welts.
Even through his research work in Pennsylvania, Director had never seen a Smoker like this. For a moment, all he could do was stare, wide-eyed, as the thing whipped its tongue out to strangle Dahlia. Director snapped out of his stupor at this, but by the time he’d taken aim, the beast had flipped the alarm, inciting a swarm of infected to rise up.
Surprised, the business man quickly glanced behind himself. Already, the horde’s footsteps were slapping against the concrete of the tunnel and approaching quicker than the survivors would have liked. Muttering a curse, a sure sign that things were taking a swift turn for the worse, Director turned back to the Smoker in time to see it making an escape with its prisoner in tow.
That thing was smarter than the average infected, that was for sure. And there definitely hadn’t been anything like it back home. Director made a quick check that his pistol was loaded before fishing the penlight from his pocket and training it on the tunnel ahead. The horde was behind them; they had some space to keep up with Dahlia’s kidnapper and shoot over their shoulders at the approaching commons.
“Move!” Director commanded, taking control of the situation once more. Without another pause, he jogged forward, picking up the pace to a near-run at the prospect of such a research opportunity; though certainly, the tide of infected at their heels and their strangled teammate were other motivations.
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Post by Luigi Martin on Apr 7, 2010 22:06:40 GMT -5
Luigi pocketed his pain pills with a happy smile. Suddenly he was looking around in alarm as coughing and wheezing was heard. Before call out, ‘Smoker!’ from pure instinct, Dahlia snatched his flashlight. The teenager grumbled and wanted to snap at her for taking his item when he heard the little girl let out a bone-chilling scream. His head whipped around to her source of fear and was surprised he hadn’t screamed himself.
There stood a smoker as ugly as ever. And smoker’s were pretty ugly, but this one….this one just took the whole damn cake. Another thing, why did Dahlia say something about ‘Mommy’?
“That has got to be the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my sixteen years of life…” Luigi trailed off when the smoker shot out its tongue and it wrapped around Dahlia. Another tongue shot out, this time hitting a button on the wall. His bright blue eyes grew wide as an alarm went off followed by the howls of a horde. “What the hell is up with these fiascos and…there was an alarm in here?”
At Director’s command of, ‘Move!’ Luigi turned on his heels and raced after the man. Looking over his shoulder he could see the horde right on their tails and he gulped nervously. Why did the smoker choose this time to alert a horde when he had no ammo? But Director clearly had ammo and Luigi suddenly thought of an idea.
“Director!” he called, picking up speed and pacing the man altogether. “I’ve got Dahlia, you take care of the horde!”
Luigi didn’t wait for a reply. Poor, strangle Dahlia was mere inches away from him. Tensing he muscles, Luigi sprang forward into the air and snapped out with a spinning kick move. His attack hit the smoker square in the back and it released Dahlia from the impact. Acting quickly Luigi scooped Dahlia in his arms and ran back down the tracks.
“I’ve got the girl, run for it!” the teenager screeched at Director as he barreled through the horde, watching as they stumbled away from him with angry shrieks.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Apr 7, 2010 22:39:27 GMT -5
About a dozen things were running through Dahlia's head as her mother dragged off, still wrapped in the awful, nasty tounge. First and maybe most importantly, she couldn't breath. Second was why was her mother doing this? Didn't she still love her?
As the crowd of scary people chased after Mr. Director and Luigi, who weren't very far behind. Mr. Director looked, excited, for whatever reason. Luigi on the other hand was in full pursuit, and once again furthering her belief that he was some sort of superhero, pulled off one heck of a kick to her mother's back, and suddenly Dahlia found that she could breath again. Next thing she knew, her brother-figure scooped her up and was actually running through the crowd of angry scary people. All she could do was cling onto Mr. B and Luigi, and cry. Cry because of all the nightmarish things being thrown at her. Because she was helpless against it all.
Because her mother wanted to hurt her.
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Her mother, however, hated the intervention, but rather than outright attack again, she instead retreated the darkness of the tunnel, preparing for her next attempt.
Because she would not rest till she had what she wanted.
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Post by The Director on Apr 8, 2010 20:51:55 GMT -5
Director wasn’t a particularly fast runner (nor did he want to be), so it wasn’t a difficult matter for Luigi to catch up, call ‘dibs’ on the heroic exploits, and race ahead. The businessman was close to objecting, close enough that a clipped “But–” of protest left his lips, but before he could continue, the valiant teen was sprinting away.
Under the assumption that, since the teen wasn’t shooting yet, Luigi had no ammo, Director decided to let the opportunity go for the time being. He could kill it once Dahlia was free from its stranglehold, and then there would be plenty of time to investigate. Something had developed that thing past the normal ‘Smoker’ stage, be it time or an outside influence. Either way, it could be a groundbreaking discovery. It similar expansion followed the other infected, special or otherwise, a drastic change-of-plan might be in order.
‘This,’ Director thought with a grimace as he spun on a heel and stopped to face the horde, magnum in hand, ‘just makes it more important to get out of here and to Chicago. Fast.’
Taking a moment to steady his aim, Director placed eight carefully-aimed shots into eight infected chests (he wasn’t quite cocky enough to aim for the head) before pausing to reload. The horde raced ever closer, but by the time Director had snapped another clip into the pistol and gunned down two more, Luigi had sprinted past in the other director, shrieking for him to follow.
Yes, follow. Through a mass of disgusting, mad, and ill people. Had he not been completely assured of his own immunity, Director would have turned right around and taken his chances shooting them all down single-handed.
In fact, he might have done just that had a familiar cough not made itself noticeable. The businessman froze for a moment, then took a daring risk. He sent a parting shot flying out towards the creature, cringing as the bullet whizzed harmlessly over its shoulder. Hearing the approaching yells of the commons, Director decided that his research wasn’t worth his life, and shoved through the infected to chase after Luigi.
During the escape, the man took a moment to shout a warning at his younger teammate: “Do not,” he called over the commons’ cacophony, “under any circumstances, forget that that thing is still behind us.”
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on May 5, 2010 16:56:36 GMT -5
Clinging onto Luigi as they fled into the tunnel, Dahlia couldn't help doze off just a bit. It had been a long day, she'd actually killed one of the scary people, and to top it all off, her Mommy was now one of them! So naturally, even with the noise and the movement, she finally slipped into a light sleep, her breathing a bit off, still frightened in her sleep.
Her dreams were even more frightening, she was caught by her Mommy, she couldn't breath at all, and all sorts of scary people were all around her, hitting her. All she wanted to do now was wake up, because if her dreams were like this, she'd just rather stay awake!
"Daddy!" She called out among the nightmares, hoping her father would come and save her. "Luigi! Someone! Help! P-please!"
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Post by Luigi Martin on May 5, 2010 18:31:22 GMT -5
He ran like there was no tomorrow. He could hear the horde close behind him, and was still on high alert from the smoker that had threatened to drag Dahlia away. Director’s shouted words rang in his ears, but he didn’t pay attention. His watchful eyes had spotted the door before they passed it and he veered towards it.
“Director, in here!” Luigi called as he flung open the door and gestured frantically inside.
Dahlia was crying out and he retreated into the new area to calm her. As he ran his fingers comfortingly through her red hair, the brown-haired teen looked around. The new area seemed to lead farther into the underground subway station and he hoped that it also led them to a way out.
But with that smoker crawling around, it’s going to be difficult trying to escape. he thought to himself with a glum expression taking over.
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Post by The Director on May 5, 2010 21:00:41 GMT -5
Director simply could not understand kids. They were knocking aside infected from all sides, racing through a mob of these terminally-ill people, and trying to escape the girl’s own dead mother, and she was asleep. Granted she was dreaming in nightmares and screaming for help, but she was nevertheless asleep. The businessman was simply glad he wasn’t the one lugging the girl around.
Speaking of which, Luigi seemed to be running quite well considering he was a mere teenager carrying the full weight of a young girl. The teen quickly dashed into a detour path, one which Director was actually perfectly fine with following. Once all three of them were inside, the man slammed the door shut on their pursuers.
While the infected tried to claw a hole in the door, Director took a glance around the room. It looked like something maintenance-related, packed with giant metal machines for God-knew-what purpose (he worked at CEDA, not a mechanic’s shop). The lights were bright enough to see, but dim enough to be creepily discomforting.
Before he could make a more complete evaluation, Director snapped back to the door; the infected were already busting through, slamming their claws through a growing hole in the wall. Perfect. Nonchalantly, he aimed the magnum through the hole and began firing, dropping each zombie that rushed forward to reach in.
“Well,” he said, speaking between rhythmic gunshots. “Once this is taken care of, shall we continue along the tracks or venture to wherever this room leads?”
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on May 28, 2010 21:56:40 GMT -5
Waking with a start, Dahlia opened her eyes to find them away from the scary people, Luigi holding onto her and Mr. Director watching the door, gun in hand. Still trembling, she hid her face in Luigi's shirt, wishing for all the nasty things to go away. That it was all a dream. But of course, she knew better than that.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself upright in Luigi's lap, switching looks to Mr. Director and Luigi. "Are they gone?" She swallowed nervously, trying to be overcome the fright that had enveloped her. "And...How are we going to get back to the airport?"
She froze when she heard a series of coughs in the tunnels, evidence that her Mother was still around.
"And why does she to hurt me?" She whispered to herself, her eyes stinging.
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Post by The Director on May 29, 2010 16:18:58 GMT -5
After a couple extra shots took out the last few zombies, Director lowers his magnum and took a peek out the window. Considering the piles of corpses built up by the door, opening it up might take a team effort.
Fortunately, their third member was waking up, so they could get moving. No need to stay in the musty subways any longer than they had to. “We’ll get back the way we’d already planned,” he informed the girl. “We find stairs and get above-ground.”
He had been about to suggest they continue on their previous path when a raspy, wheezing cough echoed down the hall. A quick over-the-shoulder glance told him that going back towards the mother-Smoker wouldn’t be the best idea. Instead, he motioned towards the other door and crossed the room with a long, businessman’s stride. “This way.”
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