Rae Beckham
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Post by Rae Beckham on Apr 21, 2010 18:28:03 GMT -5
"Let go of me!" Rae shouted once they were at a safe distance, away from smoker mom and the hunter. "Let go!" She ripped her wrist out of Luigi's grasp.
"What is up with you!? Huh!?" she questioned angrily. "You want us gone, but then you come dragging us back! What do you want?! Huh?! You want to work together now?! Is that it?! Cause it's not gonna work if you don't pull that head out of your ass and get in the game! None of us will live if you don't fucking cooperate, stop being selfish, AND MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND! What do you really what?! Huh?!"
Rae looked up at Luigi, unshed tears of pent up frustration shinning in her gray eyes.
"What do you want from me?!"
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Luke Shiloh
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Post by Luke Shiloh on Apr 21, 2010 19:05:56 GMT -5
"Help!"
A sudden swell of noise bubbled up in the dark of his unconscious void, stirring the peaceful nothingness into a turmoil of confused babble and thumps of distant pain. A befuddled mind pieced incoherent images together; dim outlines of torn silhouettes flickered in his memory, then faded as he receded toward the welcoming slumber that enticingly beckoned him.
"Let her go...!"
The noise again ripped at sleep's veil; pain flashed through him as he was dragged dangerously toward the surface. There were sounds, indistinguishable words, the pounding of feet- his aching subconscious roared for all to be silent, clawed at the darkness like the shreds of a blanket, desperate to pull them close and disappear beneath their protection.
Hazy memories began to flicker before his eyes now, fuzzy outlines displayed against backdrops of brilliant color. He could neither hold the images before him nor make them cease; in aggressive bursts they flashed there and were as abruptly gone, like the irratic sputtering of a broken light bulb.
"What do you want from me?!"
This last cry seem to resonate from within his own skull; with a wild gasp, Shiloh's pale olive eyes flared open.
The room in which he lay was a claustrophobic little holding room for private patients. A small desk to his left dutifully bore a glass of water and the shards of a shattered flowerpot, whose remnants were strewn across the floor. The curtains were a pale shade of pink and had the cheery imprints of daisies dotted up and down; a steel bracelet on his right arm kept him chained to the bed.
Blearily observing his surroundings, Luke Shiloh tugged dimly at the handcuff, noting the cracked rim of red that encircled his wrist beneath. His head was a swirl of fire and fatigue; with the realization of the bastards drugged me, the man reached for the water at his side and downed it, slowly coming back to his senses.
They were cops. Scared cops, who had been holding out in this hell hole. Shiloh had been detained for the reason that he was not one of them; they did not trust him not to turn. After debating the worth of his life, the cops settled finally into confining him to this small room, shooting him full of anesthetic when he refused to quiet. All he wanted, really, were more supplies, and he would be on his way.
Shaded silhouettes passed before the room's dingy window; those voices were coherent, and most definitely human. Tugging again at his restraint, there was a sudden, inhuman howl that shook the man to the core and had the blonde hairs on his neck standing on end. Sudden, irrational panic filled him, and he swung from the bed, one arm pinned awkwardly behind him.
"Hey!" he bellowed, searching desperately for a tool to free himself. "Hey! In here! I ain't a zombie!" The sole of his boot met the door, jamming it further closed.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Apr 21, 2010 19:35:48 GMT -5
Now, Dahlia had been wondering why the heck Luigi had just dragged Rae and herself back. First he wants them gone, then he wants them back? The child was confused, to say the least. But a nearby shouting brought her to thought.
"Hey! In here! I ain't a zombie!"
It was coming from the room nearby.
Now, seeing as everyone else was busy arguing, the child decided to investigate. Jumping down from Luigi's shoulders, she gave a little hop for the doorknob, and swung open the door. Sure enough, there was a man inside, chained to a bed for some reason.
"Why are you chained to a bed mister?" Was the first thing out of her mouth. Of course, it was the most obvious, but still.
Looking around, she looked for a key or something to free the man with. Because, thanks to Uncle Norman, she knew a few things about locks and how to open them.
She eventually found it......On a dead policeman. But now was not the time for worrying about such things.
Walking back to the man, she crawled up onto the bed to unlock him.
"You probably shouldn't shout..... You'll attract her...."
Almost as if on cue, the familier scream went up, but there was no attack this time. Just her being really really angry. Nevertheless, the child visably recoiled when she heard it, only resuming her task when nothing came.
Finally, there was a click, and the handcuff popped off. Thinking nothing of it, she pocketed the key.
"They're arguing again too......."
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Post by Mother on Apr 21, 2010 21:03:06 GMT -5
Shreiking in pain as her tounge was severed, she watched as her captive escaped and the boy went and retrieved her child and the other girl, then retreated down the hallway.
No. No no no no no no no.
He was not getting away with that so easily. Not a chance.
Screaming angrily, she passed over the humans and went further on. She was seriously angered, and she needed a release. Blind anger led to mistakes, and She couldn't have that.
And just as luck would have it, she could smell a lone human ahead. Not the one her child went to, but another one. And he smelled ripe with fear.
I will tie him up....... Tear him open..... Yeesssss......
She muttered it mostly to herself. Already, she was thinking of how she was going to deal with him...... But how?
How will we do it, my Hunter? Every time we strike, they regroup..... And everytime we fall back, they argue and seperate.... It is unfortunate that we are the only intelligent ones of our kind, hm?
Truth be told, the Hunter was starting to grow on her. But that was the least of her priorities right now.
First, a human was going to die.
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Post by Robert on Apr 21, 2010 21:39:52 GMT -5
For all the times Robert had called himself the ‘world’s greatest Hunter’, he had mistakes of his own. For example, there were some times when he just couldn’t get the ‘pinning-down’ part of an attack to work. For example, he’d pounced the girl just fine, but when it came to keeping her still while he tore her guts out...well, it didn’t work quite so well. Apparently she hadn’t gotten over the locket incident.
The hunter took a tough fist to the face, his head snapping back from the impact. Before he could even shake off that blow, she’d jerked him forward by the hood and repeated the punch. He hardly heard her question, let alone found the means to answer it. He’d just pushed the stars out of his vision and raised a claw to strike when something slimy and wet and overall disgusting wrapped around his torso. Shocked, he froze up enough to allow the appendage to drag him away, smacking him against the wall before pulling the dazed infected into the safety of the vent.
Unfortunately, safety came with a scolding befitting of a mother. By the end of it, Robert was expecting to be sent to his room. Fortunately, his comrade seemed content to give him a short reprimand and an outline of the plan. The hunter simply nodded in agreement, staring forlornly out the vent and following his teammate. He hadn’t been beat that bad, right?
Missus Smoker didn’t seem too concerned with the issue; in a heartbeat, she was aiming for the other pair of survivors, drawing Robert’s focus back to the present with the wet spitting sound that was the smoker equivalent of a pouncing shriek.
Robert snapped back to reality at the sound, but not quickly enough to stop the boy. The damn kid had already took out a knife and ran for the tongue. There wasn’t enough time to set up a good pounce. The boy cut the tongue and run, taking the whole survivor family with him.
And boy, was the Smoker ever pissed. Purposely silent, Robert cautiously followed the woman away from the group. They hadn’t even walked a full hallway when the smell of living flesh seeped into the room, and it was a new scent, too. The Smoker had noticed it as well; she was already murmuring plans to herself.
After a few moments, she shared her opinion. Robert, however, merely shrugged. He’d begun to leave the masterminding to her. Nodding in agreement with her last statement, the teen retrieved his decoy necklace from his pocket and held it out, his charade vaguely wondering if a bait trap would be of any use.
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on Apr 22, 2010 16:33:01 GMT -5
Does she ever stop yelling? thought Luigi. Anger boiled in his vein, threatening to spill over. Zoey sighed and knew an argument was about to erupt.
“First of all, I’m not selfish.” snapped the teenager. “I’ve risked my life over and over to save you guys’ asses and all I get for a thank you is by calling me ‘selfish.’ Oh, and by the way I don’t want nothing from you, I’d rather die before I ever want something from you.” He leaned forward until their noses were barely grazing each others. “The reason I dragged you two back is because whether you realize it or not, we have to stick together or we’re not getting out of this hospital. That hunter and Dahlia’s mother will kill us if we separate. So stop with your stupid attitude problem and get used to the idea of us as a team even if you hate my guts.” Luigi stepped away to Zoey’s side and sniffed rudely. “Because I know I had to get used to it.”
Zoey decided to use this time to speak. “Rae, you must have heard our conversation from earlier right?” she asked the teenage girl. “You know about that evac station I was talking about near here. If we ever get out of this hospital alive you and Dahlia can come with us.” She smiled at the girl. “No one left behind, right?”
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Rae Beckham
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Post by Rae Beckham on Apr 22, 2010 16:48:40 GMT -5
Rae stood up straight and crossed her arms, looking away from the other two. Her eyebrows were furrowed.
At Luigi she stated,"It's true that we need to stick together to survive. I'm not stupid. And I do not have attitude problems." she turned to Zoey. "But one things for sure, if we don't take care of that smoker and hunter, we won't make it out of this hospital. We need to take care of them."
"And if it's alright with the both of you," Rae addressed them both this time. "Once we find an evac station, is it alright if I leave Dahlia with you? I don't want to leave her, but what I have to do is too dangerous for her. I don't want anything to happen to her. And-"
Rae paused.
"Who the hell is she talking too?"
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Luke Shiloh
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Post by Luke Shiloh on Apr 22, 2010 19:52:54 GMT -5
In dumbfounded silence Shiloh watched a small, auburn-haired girl answer his call, cracking open the door and looking up at him with inquisitive brown eyes.
"Why are you chained to a bed mister?" she asked, but before the southerner could even process the proper response she was at work, lifting the handcuff keys from the corpse of one of the cops with as much calm as if the man were a plastic dummy. A moment later, Shiloh was freed.
"You probably shouldn't shout..... You'll attract her...." the little girl was saying; straightening, the man rubbed his sore wrist and pinched his brow. He would, under normal circumstances, have thanked his small savior- as it were, these were perhaps the most unusual circumstances and he was having a hard time following.
"Wait just a minute, her who?" he asked, as from seemingly all around another scream rent the air. Shiloh swore and cringed. "The hell is going on here?"
With a nonchalant move the girl slipped the handcuff key into her pocket and glanced dismally toward the door. "They're arguing again too......."
Shiloh gaped at her. "How the hell isn't this bothering you?-"
All too aware of the resonating thumps that emanated from the vent over his head, the southerner skirted the edge of the bed and lifted the pistol from off of the dead cop, checking him for extra ammo. The man's eyes were open and staring, the right side of his face torn bloody; his jaw hung slack in a silent scream.
Shiloh chuckled darkly. "Shouldn't a done that, boss," he said quietly. "Coulda helped you out." Locking the handcuffs around a beltloop in his jeans, the man stepped away, had a second thought, and returned to the body to lift the man's badge. Casually discarding the contents of his wallet, Shiloh returned to the girl and crouched in front of her.
She looked to be no older than ten, at most- yet she had a certain reserve that was far beyond her years. Shiloh had witnessed full grown both men and woman lose their heads at the sight of a body; there seemed to be a reason why this girl was still alive.
"Who the hell is she talking too?" Shiloh got abruptly back to his feet at the sound of another voice; in the chaos, he had forgotten the other figures he had seen. Cautiously, he pushed the door back open, finding himself standing before two young woman and a teenage boy.
"Well, howdy," he said, faint sarcasm everpresent in his voice. "Someone want to let me know what's chasin' us?"
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Apr 23, 2010 0:07:56 GMT -5
The man's first question had been about what was going on. His second order of business? Loot the dead policeman, which Dahlia didn't think was very nice, but then again, maybe they got in a fight or that was his stuff. The third thing he did was squat down to look at her. Feeling a little self-concious, she looked away a bit, wondering if she had something on her face.
However, Rae seemed to interested in what the child was doing, which prompted the new man to go out and ask what was chasing them. In an odd act, she actually decided to let someone else answer, not sure if the man would listen. And besides that, she was pretty thirsty, and something to eat would be nice too. But again, she chose to say nothing.
It was about that time she noticed wetness on Rae's face. Had she been crying? Was she licked all over her face? Was she swearing? The possibilities went on.
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Rae Beckham
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Post by Rae Beckham on Apr 23, 2010 20:47:09 GMT -5
Rae was about to respond to the new guy's question, but a sudden string of coughing stopped her. She held her hand to her mouth, shoulders racking from the coughs.
Once it ceased, she pulled her hand away.
Blood...? she thought once sighting the crimson that covered her palm and dripped between her fingers.
A burning, excruciating pain took hold of her body only moments after. She fell backwards, landing on her back with a gasp and wide eyes.
Her right arm, where the hunter from the airport had bit her, was pulsing like a frantic heartbeat. The pulsing in just her arm turned into spasms throughout her whole being. Her legs and arms jerked in a seizure like way.
Rae's back arched. She would have screamed in agony had it not been for the blood that began to come up her throat and gather in her mouth. It soon overflowed and started to fall from the sides of her mouth like a red waterfall.
Something that she suspected was a hand took her own as if to provide comfort. She squeezed it tightly as the pain began to intensify.
Rae was somehow able to cough the blood out of her mouth. "My blood is on fire!" she shrieked before more blood came up her throat.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Apr 24, 2010 14:00:21 GMT -5
Rae looked like she was about to answer when she started coughing pretty bad. However, the child thought she had something in her throat, and didn't think much of it until she collapsed, blood pouring out of her mouth. An indescribable fear filled her as she watched her sister figure suffer, prompting her to rush to her side.
"Rae! W-whats wrong?! RAE!" She cried out, afraid.
However, she couldn't think of what to do. She doubted a first-aid would help, but how would they stop the bleeding?
"Whats wrong with her?! W-why is she bleeding so much?!"
She was screaming about her blood being on fire, so did she want a glass of water to put it out? A fire extinguisher?!
For a moment, she glanced back at the newcomer, hoping that he would provide some assistance, but quickly turned her attention back to the bleeding young woman. Fright overcoming her, she knelt down beside her and held on to Rae's leg, never looking away.
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Post by Odie Harlow on Apr 24, 2010 17:22:04 GMT -5
The silence was a beautiful thing to Odie's ears. It meant that she could slow down for a bit and keep an eye out for useful things. Sure there were the occasional infected here and there but nothing too major like a Hunter or Witch. That would just be too much for her and her bat. She sighed heavily and looked around at some of the many hospital things. Blood stains, limbs, pieces of whatever else. She shuddered a little but pushed on. She couldn't stop and mourn for the lost. Silently though, she wished all of this could just stop. All the dieing and the killing, if only. But the hardest part about being a dreamer, is knowing the fact that most of your dreams go unfulfilled. Her heart raced as she came to a corner. God did she hate those things. You never knew what could suddenly pop out from the other side. So she pushed her back up against the once white wall as far as she could and listened and waited. She closed her eyes and heard something in the distance.
It sounded like running. Lots of running. Human and well, non-human. Odie listened to the foot steps and human words that had accompanied it. Most of the words came out muffled so she couldn't really understand the. But it sounded like there was more than just two people, but that number was unknown to her. She then got the guts to look and see what was going on out there. As she poked her head out every so slightly, she could see four humans running from what appeared to be a massive hoarde of infected. Before she looked away, however, she took note of the Spitter and Jockey noises. That was an instant red alert to not go there. Even though it crossed her safe line, she still needed to get to the top of the hospital which she figured they were going. It was quite clear that the elevator was out of the question, it was stairs that were the answer now. She took in a deep breath and hoped nothing was waiting for her at the stairs.
As she silently wandered to the door for the stair cases, she noticed shadows of what looked like simple infected. It shouldn't have been that bad, right? Odie looked at her stain covered shirt and remembered that she had been through far worse. This shouldn't have been too bad, right? Besides, she would be detouring the Spitter, Jockey and whatever else may be there. Odie tightened her grip upon her only friend and began to tackle the stairs. It would be a long walk and hopefully nothing would be waiting for her.
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on Apr 24, 2010 17:51:07 GMT -5
She was changing and Luigi knew this. He tightened his grip on her hand which he had been holding the minute her back connected to the ground. Meanwhile Zoey was running her fingers through Rae’s hair in hopes of comforting the teenager. Luigi looked over at the newcomer.
“Don’t just stand there!” he snarled. “Comfort Dahlia and explain what’s going on!”
He returned his attention to Rae and Zoey. Fear was evident in Zoey’s brown eyes and beneath that a flicker of something telling her to shoot Rae, but the former college girl knew she couldn’t. As he stared at Rae, images flashed through Luigi’s mind. Of seeing Mario’s dead body while helping Coach, Ellis, Nick, and Rochelle collect gas for the generator in order for Francis, Louis, Rae, and Zoey to lower the bridge for them and of driving the blade of a katana into his infected twin’s body in order to kill another hunter trying to stop Coach and his teammates from reaching Jimmy Gibbs Jr.’s car. Before he knew it tears started streaming down his cheeks.
“Dammit Rae! Dammit!” Luigi yelled down at her. “You were supposed to be immune! You were supposed to survive with the rest of us!” By now he was full out wailing. “It’s not fair! D-D-Don’t leave us…” His wailing dropped to a whisper. “Don’t leave me.”
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Rae Beckham
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Post by Rae Beckham on Apr 24, 2010 20:14:04 GMT -5
Her body stilled. Blood was starting to stream from her eyes and nose. She looked groggily at the person holding her hand.
"Weegee," Rae croaked. "What're you crying for? Don't be...a wuss..." She bared her blood stained teeth as more pain pulsed through her body in sharp waves. "You know...I don't die...without a fight...or get changed into a zombie bastard..."
As soon as the pain had come, it gradually receded. The blood flow stopped and her clouded vision cleared.
Rae sat up slowly, wincing in the process. She made to wipe the blood from her face froze at the sight of her hand.
Where her fingernails once were, were long claws. Her skin was paler than ever before, almost a pure white. She could feel the sharp point of fangs within her mouth.
Unknown to her, she still had her usual eye color, but with faint red bordering the gray.
And there was a scent in the air, a scent that scared her.
"Holy shit," Rae whispered, looking at both her hands shakily. "I-I can smell your blood..."
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Post by Mother on Apr 24, 2010 20:52:34 GMT -5
She found her victim, oh yes. Hiding alone, scared. Rather plump, balding. An officer. Clutching his gun with trembling hands, he constantly swung his head around, jumping at every noise.
No, we won't need a diversion for this one. He is alone, afraid, an easy target. Too easy.
Her wheezing gave them away, however, and he was immediately on high alert, and began running around the room trying to find the source.
"Who's there?? Come out! I-I have a gun! I'm not afraid to use it!"
Odds were that he didn't even have any ammo, and she was willing to take that risk. Coughing loudly, she dropped out of the vent behind him. He whipped around, pulling the trigger. The only response was a *Click!*. He stared at it dumbly, mouth agape as what might have been a smile grew on her face.
"No! No no no no!" He looked up at her, dropping his gun. "O-oh God! No! Stay back!"
With that, he turned tail and ran, screaming at the top of his lungs. And in a moment, a tongue was wrapped around him and pulled him back to her. And he just wouldn't stop screaming.
Truthfully, it was enticing. Very, very much so.
And she wanted to get creative.
Using her other tongues, she released his body and instead bound his arms and legs, dropping him to the ground.
"What are you doing?! Let me go!"
My clawed kin, would you kindly tear this human open? He's wide open...
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