Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on Apr 12, 2010 21:27:57 GMT -5
“That’s a high possibility, but that’s why I need you three to run as fast as you can.” Zoey explained as she began cleaning the blood on Dahlia’s arm with an alcohol swab. “And you all will get along.” She directed this more to Luigi than she did to Rae and Dahlia.
After hearing this, Luigi grumbled. He stiffened as he heard a grating noise along with multiple bangs. A groan of resentment came from him.
“All that noise is going to alert every damn zombie in this hospital!” the teenager informed. “We may find ourselves dealing with a horde than smoker mom.”
Zoey looked over at him as she wrapped Dahlia’s now clean wound with gauze. “Well then I suppose the molotov is going to come in handy after all.” she said.
Luigi nodded in agreement and readied his assault rifle. He reluctantly looked towards Rae and Dahlia. “Rae, grab some ammo and a first-aid kit real quick,” he instructed. Spotting a katana, he picked it up and held it out for Dahlia. “Use this. Just swing it around like you did with the lead pipe back in the subway tunnels.”
He walked back towards the safe room door and peeked out from the barred window. The hallway seemed strangely quiet and he slowly took the bar out. Opening it, he poked his head out from the safe room door and looked around. Smoker mom was gone, but Luigi knew she would be back.
Mentioning quickly for Rae and Dahlia, he stepped out into the hallway. After making sure it was fully clear did Luigi began speed-walking. Zoey left the safe room only after Rae and Dahlia did. She spotted the figure of smoker mom and…was that a hunter with her? The former college student shook her head before gripping the molotov tight in her hand.
“Grenade!” shrieked Zoey before throwing the molotov towards the ground. Flames burst out and she turned on her heels and began running, knowing her cry would have alerted smoker mom, the hunter with her, and the infected. “Run like hell!” she ordered Luigi, Rae, and Dahlia.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Apr 12, 2010 22:11:24 GMT -5
Giving a grateful nod and smile to Zoey, Dahlia listened to what the older girl had to say, some of her format vigor returned. She even responded to Luigi's handing over of the sword. An improvement from the pipe, but against the bigger sick people, she'd have to rely on the others.
Exiting after Luigi and Rae, Zoey close behind, gripping tightly to her sword, Mr. B on her back. And almost immediatly spotted her mother with one of the Hooded people. But they didn't notice them yet.......
"Fire in the hole!".
But now they did. And every other sick person nearby. And the sheer number of them.......
Dahlia wasted no time in running after the others, going as cast as her small body would allow.
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Post by Mother on Apr 12, 2010 22:47:36 GMT -5
Her Hunter companion was doing a fine job of rousing their brethren when the sound of a metal door opening and closing caught their attention. Upon turning around, however, her eyes widened when she saw the flames burst all over the ground, covering the human's escape, the commons running mindlessly into the flames and burning to death. Useless rabble......
However, fortune smiled in their favor when the smoke set off the sprinklers, dousing the infected and the fires. Normally, being wet would bother her, but right now, it was worth it. The remaining infected wasted no time rushing after the humans, and it was still quite formidable. A shriek and manic laughter also filled the noise, meaning a Jockey and Spitter were on the move. Good.
Turning away from the carnage, she motioned for the Hunter to follow. They would head them off.....
You saw the small child among them, yes? She was the one I was reffering to..... She hacked again, As I said, she is mine to turn. The other two girls are all yours, do whatever you want with them. But first, we must separate them. Spread panic, fear. If you have suggestions, show me.. Although she cared very little, she wasn't inconsiderate enough to tell him to say his ideas, seeing as he couldn't talk.
Finding a ventilation shaft, she squeezed her way in, glad that it was bigger inside than outside.
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Rae Beckham
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Post by Rae Beckham on Apr 13, 2010 17:11:42 GMT -5
"Stay close Dahlia!" Rae called to the little red head, making sure to keep her in sight. She reloaded her combat shotgun before firing at the zombies at their heels.
Some of the infected had managed to stay out of range of Zoey's molotov some how, and were currently dashing madly at them screaming all the while.
Rae let out a slight yelp as her ankle was suddenly pulled out from under her, causing her to fall to the cold tile floor. An infected, the lower half of its body in flames, had a firm grasp on her ankle and was trying to drag her closer.
Pulling a foot back and slamming it down into the zombie's face, Rae heard a sickening crack of what she suspected was the infected's neck breaking. She leaped back onto her feet when the hand released her ankle and continued to speed down the hall with her comrades.
Rae shot at any infected that came too close for comfort-which was about three yards. She looked up and her gray eyes widened.
"Guys! Into that elevator!" she cried.
God seemed to be on their side for the moment.
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on Apr 13, 2010 17:29:57 GMT -5
"Guys! Into that elevator!"
Upon hearing Rae’s call, Luigi looked up. An elevator was in fact waiting for them ahead. The teenager wasted no time in picking up his pace until he was rushing ahead of his teammates. Before he knew it, he had reached the elevator doors and turned back to the others. While he waited, he picked off infected with his assault rifle and willed Dahlia, Rae, and Zoey to hurry. Suddenly he caught sight of something that made him smile.
God must love us today! thought Luigi as he quickly scooped up a nearby pipe bomb. He faced the horde behind the others before tossing it into the undead mass. “Chase this douchebags!”
As the zombies were now distracted, Zoey managed to reach the elevator first and turned to push Dahlia and Rae inside before joining them. Luigi abandoned the hallway and pushed the button to close the doors. At first nothing happened and panic took hold of him. Not only had that, but the shrieking of a spitter and laughter of a jockey rang in his ears. The teenager looked up to see the two special infected rushing towards the elevator and the helpless survivors inside.
“Work work work work work work WORK!” His rambling went to a scream as he spotted the spitter about to fire a projectile of acid at them. Thankfully the elevator doors closed just as Luigi could make out a green glob heading in his direction. A big sigh escaped him and he leaned back against the elevator doors.
“Too close.” he gasped. “That was too close.”
“Game over man! Game over!” Zoey said seriously, but then giggled to show that she was kidding.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Apr 13, 2010 18:40:32 GMT -5
Relieved Rae was right about being watched over, Dahlia wasted no time getting into the elevator, shreiking when she saw the long necked women and the laughing creep running at them. And if they were trapped in here and the thing spat in here......
It would hurt. So very much.
Luckily, the doors shut just as the green glob of goo was flying at them. And the elevator rose, the irritating (Yet somewhat catchy) music that went with it.
After what seemed to be forever, (Forever being a very lose term in the mind of a child), the elevator came to a stop, the customary ding sounding.
The doors slid open......
And the nine-year old almost gagged. The stench of dead things was just..... Ridiculous! Sure it was present in the airport and the subway, but this was just overpowering! And unfortunatly, it did overpower her senses as she stumbled out of the elevator and threw up, whimpering between heaves. But the pucking dissolved into dry heaves and then into tremors as she ran out of things to puke.
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Rae Beckham
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Post by Rae Beckham on Apr 13, 2010 19:11:50 GMT -5
Rae got to her knees and began running her hand down Dahlia's back to try and soothe her as she heaved. She could feel the little girl's trembles and she pitied the poor girl.
Decaying bodies were scattered all through the hallway. Flies buzzed in the air and even a few maggots were visible. Dried blood was staining the once white walls and tile floor, along with certain body fluids that a person would rather not think about.
But there was a certain body that caused Rae to freeze in her place.
It was lying on it's back a few feet away, brown eyes staring blankly at the ceiling and lips parted. The body wouldn't have been recognizable if it hadn't been for a golden locket that hung from the deceased person's neck.
Rae let out a choked whisper, "A-Aunt Olivia?"
The woman's once healthy olive colored skin was now the ashen gray of death. Her shoulder length brown hair was tangled with blood and dark bags were evident around her eyes. Deep cuts and scratches littered the areas around her eyes, as if someone had taken hold of her now absent glasses and shoved them into her face. Her left nostril had been ripped away and her right arm looked as if someone had tried to wring it out of it's socket. A large splotch of blood stained her right side, and it looked as if a rib or two were poking out underneath the blouse.
Her Aunt Olivia hadn't been infected. She had been mauled to death.
Rae dropped to her knees beside the body and reached a shaky hand toward the locket. She carefully removed it from around her Aunt's neck and opened it.
Inside was a picture that had been taken just a month before the infection.
Rae was in the center, and to her left was her Aunt Olivia smiling softly with one olive toned hand on her shoulder.
To her right was her Uncle in that damn white suit he always wore. He had a hand tussling Rae's brown hair, and the two of them were exchanging mischievous looks at each other. His hair was dark and short, and he and Rae shared the same gray eyes and pale skin.
The locket had been a gift Rae and her Uncle had given to her Aunt for her birthday, the picture having been taken that very day.
Her Aunt-no, her mom-was dead, and she didn't have any idea where her Uncle-no, her dad-was.
Rae didn't feel two tears falling down her cheek.
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Post by Robert on Apr 13, 2010 20:49:16 GMT -5
The metal door caught Robert’s attention as well: he immediately turned away from his merry noise-making and sprinted over towards the sound for a better look. He reached the open doorframe in time for a wall of fire to explode before him. Hissing, he leapt back, spotting a small flame on his sleeve and swiftly tamping it out.
Fortunately, the sprinklers kicked in to suppress the fires, though not before the humans had made a mad-dash for the elevator. No worries; he wasn’t giving up that easily.
Once his Smoker pal had made her claims (leaving him two perfectly fine teen girls, boo-yah), she crept out through the air vent. The hunter, being a crafty (read: lazy) little zombie, instead wormed his way into the elevator shaft and crawled up the pipes along the side. About halfway up, he managed to scrabble onto the elevator itself and hitch a ride the rest of the way, with only a few claw-scratching sounds giving him away.
After his pleasant lift, Robert wasted no time. The teen hopped off his perch and latched onto an open air-duct, all the while crossing his fingers (figuratively; the sharp claws he had now didn’t cross so easily) that it would lead out into the next room. Something besides karma must have been in charge that day, though, since a simple left turn lead him to a square opening. There wasn’t even a metal grate to make a ruckus.
Creeping through the duct, placing each step slowly to avoid being noticed, the teen made his way towards the duct’s exit and peered out, letting the shadows keep him out of sight while he surveyed the area.
The little girl was just outside the elevator being sick, but she was off-limits so Robert didn’t pay her much mind. The little boy and the older girl were still in the elevator, probably still recoiling from the smell (the hunter smirked at that; wimps couldn’t handle it, but the death-stench was one he was very used to, no matter the extreme). It was the other girl, the teen one, that caught his attention.
She was out on the floor by a body, apparently overcome by emotion (wuss). She had something in her hand, unidentifiable except for the fact that it was shiny, and she was staring at it like it held the answer to all life’s riddles.
Which meant, Robert thought with a smirk, that it was about time for a hit-and-run theft.
He didn’t give her a heartbeat more: the teen adjusted himself into a crouch, gave an instinctive growl, then pounced straight out of the duct. It wasn’t a perfect pounce, but he managed to land about a foot in front of the girl and that was close enough. With a malicious grin, he reached out and yanked the locket out of her grip, feeling his claws sink into her hand and not caring if he ripped the whole damn limb off.
Not bothering to check whether he’d grabbed the locket itself or just a handful of skin and blood, the thief took up his usual crouch and leapt back into the duct, hitting his mark exactly and sliding professionally into shelter. Out of sight from the humans’ guns, he took a moment to inspect his prize.
((Ending here in case Shannon doesn’t want the locket stolen.))
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Post by Mother on Apr 14, 2010 17:26:01 GMT -5
Creeping through the ventilation shaft, Mother did her best to hold in the coughs, seeing as it would have given herself away. Each movement already sounded was a bang, and the there were some points where she had to climb. Which was hard. Very, very hard.
However, her work paid off when she smelled the Hunter. He had his own distinct scent, and although she wasn't attached to him, he was a valuable ally, and thus, worth remembering.
Sure enough, she found him, crouched over something he had in his claws, his expression that of malicious glee. A good sign.
Finally unable to contain them, she broke out in a coughing fit, silently cursing herself. But then again, it might deter the humans for now.
Finishing, she spoke.
Tell me, what are you holding that makes you so...... Proud?
It didn't smell like freshly severed body parts, so she guessed it was something of value to the humans.
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on Apr 14, 2010 17:59:54 GMT -5
Luigi and Zoey watched Dahlia and Rae with unreadable expressions. They had been through the zombie apocalypse before. Both knew the pain, horror, and sadness caused by the infected. Luigi walked out of the elevator and paused to glance back at Zoey over his shoulder. “We’ve seen worse,” he murmured quietly so only she could hear. Zoey nodded. “I’ll make sure Dahlia is alright,” she said. “You go see if Rae is okay.” The teenager had enough sense not to groan aloud. Zoey seemed to be going out of her way to make Luigi and Rae go on good terms again. He doubted her plan would work. The two hated each other and he would be the last person Rae wanted console from. And he didn’t blame her. He wouldn’t want the person who punched him to provide comfort. Nonetheless he knew what he had to do even if he didn’t like it. And oh, Luigi didn’t like it. Stepping his way over all the dead bodies, Luigi stopped beside Rae. The girl was kneeling beside a body and he winced at its mauled appearance. She was looking at a picture inside a golden locket and Luigi couldn’t help feel sympathy flood over him as he realized the dead person was her aunt. He quietly knelt down beside her and placed a comforting hand on her should. He expected to feel a slap connect to his cheek, but when he didn’t, he decided to speak. “I know how it feels to lose someone to the infection,” whispered Luigi. “My big brother Mario died. He sacrificed himself so Bill, Francis, Louis, Zoey, and I could get to the safe room. We had to ride an elevator but the main wire had been cut, lord knows how. In order for the elevator to work someone had to hold the cut ends together. Mario offered to do it, and even though we tried to convince him not to, he just wouldn’t listen.” Tears started to spring up in the boy’s eyes as he talked about his brother’s death, but he forced them away. “It took a long time for me to accept that I would never see him again, but I eventually did. My Big Bro. not only died for us, but he died for Coach, Ellis, Nick, and Rochelle as well.” He paused for a long time. “I wonder if they ever got evacuated down in New Orleans?” As he turned to give Rae a smile, a hunter appeared from nowhere. Luigi gave a startled jump as he saw it reach and successfully snatch the locket from Rae. Angry he tried to grab it back, but the hunter was too fast for him and he leaped to his feet. “Dammit!” snarled Luigi. “Yeah you better hide! Sweatshirt wearing wuss! Your ass is grass if I run into you again!”
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Rae Beckham
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Post by Rae Beckham on Apr 14, 2010 20:04:48 GMT -5
Luigi had been the last person Rae had expected to come to her aid. He had placed a hand on her shoulder and even shared the loss of his brother to the infection with her.
Blinking tears from her eyes, Rae have him a soft smile. "Thank you, Luigi. You didn't have to tell me about your brother, I know it hurt to. But still, thank you."
Something the teenage boy had said earlier came back to her:
"...but he died for Coach, Ellis, Nick, and Rochelle as well.”
Nick...
It couldn't be...
"Luigi," Rae said slowly. "Does this guy look familiar to you?" she asked, holding out the locket to the boy.
As she held out the locket for Luigi to take, something passed by them in a blur, right before their faces.
Rae's hand was empty.
In a flash, Rae grabbed her combat shut gun and whipped around in the direction the hunter had gone. But the hunter had vanished.
"THAT SON OF A BITCH!" she screeched, sharply kicking the wall with her foot. "THAT BASTARD IS DEAD! I'M GONNA RIP HIS BODY TO PIECES AND BURN THEM WITH A FUCKING MOLOTOV!"
Rae looked to Luigi and Zoey, rage burning in her gray eyes and silent tears streaming down her face. Her hold on her combat shotgun was so tight her knuckles were turning white.
"That bastard is mine."
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Post by Robert on Apr 14, 2010 20:46:48 GMT -5
Pretty much anything that involved causing someone else to feel pain gave Robert a reason to feel proud, but for some reason, this theft felt special. It might have been the sight of that golden heart (cheesy) dangling in front of him, both the circle and the chain glimmering like a pirate’s treasure. Perhaps it was because it had been a damn well-executed plan. Or maybe it was because now he had someone to boast to. (Yeah, probably that last one.)
And speak of the devil, the woman has just arrived. Even as his victim screamed and cursed and promised to murder him, Robert turned to his teammate with a grin and displayed his prize, letting the locket hang from his claws. It hadn’t clicked closed yet, still portraying the photo of the poor girl and her relatives.
Satisfied that he’d properly explained his recent exploits, he got to work on trying to destroy a young woman’s precious memorabilia. His first attempt involved trying to crush it between extremely pointy claws. That put a little dent in it, but it stayed altogether fine. Frustrated, he tried the same tactic with his teeth, gnawing on the metal like he’d already done bones. No result besides light scrapes and drool.
Frowning, the teen figured he’s have to settle for something a little less ambitious. For now, all he could take were small steps: ‘small steps’ being spitting into the hollow, picture-less half of the heart and closing it up before weaving the chain through his shoelaces and shoving the whole ensemble into an up-close relationship with his decaying zombie foot. Spit and smelly shoes; it’d do for now.
Feeling rather content with his progress so far, he turned to his fellow infected and grinned, partly to announce his ‘success’ and partly to show he was ready for more mischief.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Apr 14, 2010 21:36:18 GMT -5
Having finished being sick, the back rubbing from Rae being a major help, she stood to he feet, still trembling a little, mostly from nasua. Wiping away the last bits of the yucky stuff from her mouth, she turned to see Zoey standing over her, her expression seeming to be a mix of concern and something else.
But it wasn't Zoey that really caught her attention. No, it was Luigi...... Comforting Rae??
What had this all gone too? Was everyone just silly in the head now?
Regardless, Dahlia wanted to comfort Rae too, and was about to when the Hooded man that she had seen with Mother leapt out from the shadows, snacthed something from Rae's hands, and and fled into a vent.
Rae wasn't happy. And frankly, neither was Dahlia. Making Rae frustrated made the child frustrated.
But an idea struck her........ She'd have to wait a bit, but it was an idea.........
But that aside, she also noted something else. A voice.
"Ello'? Anybody out there? Any one who's NOT a damn zombie?"
That voice....... That weird blend of Chicago-Irish.......
"Uncle Norman?"
The child looked around wildly, trying to find the source of the voice. They were the only ones here, and there were no people in the rooms....
So it must have came from down the hallway!
Suddenly smiling broadly, she tugged on Zoey's arm, pointing down the hallway.
"Did'ja hear him? Did'ja?" She whipsered excitedly, "I think it's my Uncle Norman! He can help alot! Cause' Daddy said he's a crim-in-al!"
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Post by Mother on Apr 15, 2010 16:09:43 GMT -5
She had to resist outright stating that she was rather unimmpressed when the boy displayed a locket to her, but the trouble it was causing for the humans was definately good, and she approved of that.
Good snatch. Makes the girl that much easier to snacth, hm?
But with a goal in mind, she coughed once and laid out her plan.
Now, looking at this group of humans, we won't be able to get any of them while they're all together, right? She wanted to get the obvious over with first. So we need to seperate them, two at a time. And to do that, we need somewhere safe for us to..... Enjoy our spoils. So this is what we shall do. Continue monitering them, following them, and find something that we can use as a diversion while I bring them to us. I will go find somewhere we can bring them to and finish off at our leisure. Once I have, I will come back to find you. Be ready for me.
With that laid out, and trusting that her companion would be able to do as he was told, she turned, climbed up to a higher level of ventilation shafts, then crawled her way past (Or rather, over them), and went on ahead.
She went past many rooms, most with the doors wreacked and windows shattered. Some had too many infected in them. One sounded like there was another Witch in it.
In fact, she had to go up to the third floor before she found the room. And to be honest, it was almost perfect! Few windows, push doors, and plenty of furniture and debris that could be used to barricade said door. Wasting no time, she began moving the larger things to block entry and exit.
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on Apr 16, 2010 17:29:34 GMT -5
Rae made it entirely sure that the hunter who had just stolen her aunt’s locket was hers for the kill. Luigi looked back at her and nodded, his hands curled into fists.
"Did'ja hear him? Did'ja? I think it's my Uncle Norman! He can help a lot! Cause' Daddy said he's a crim-in-al!"
Luigi caught Dahlia’s whispered words and looked to see the little girl tugging on Zoey’s arm and pointing down the hallway. As he listened, he could hear a survivor crying out for help. He began making his way towards the noise carefully, feeling Zoey right beside him. The source of the noise got louder and the two realized that it was coming from a closet.
“Here’s goes nothing,” Luigi muttered as he reached for the handle, pushed it open, and…
“JESUS H. CHRIST FRANCIS!” he screeched, jumping away from the closet like a startled cat.
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