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Elises stern composure crumpled as the man before her seemed to become lost in his own internal panic. It took her a moment to determine the cause for this concern, that was when she saw the thin fracture lines begin to spiderweb out on the glass door. Lowering her weapon she watched him pace for a moment before he wedged open a door and awkwardly kicked a flailing corpse in her direction. He clearly had no interest in her opinion on the matter and she had contemplated giving him grief but instead bit back the comment and shifted the revolver into her left hand, stepping down a heavily clad steel toe boot on the corpses shoulder. It writhed beneath her, dark clotted blood and intestines seeping out of the missing portion of it's side. She shivered and reached down, slipping the dagger out from her boot, arching it above her head and slamming it down into the creatures forehead. It's movements ceased and she wiggled the dagger back and forth to release it from the bone as more congealed blood began to ooze from the gash she had created in its pallid face.
Before straightening up she wiped each side of the blade on the zombies dirty guards uniform, ridding it of most of the grime. She kept the blade in her right hand but holstered the gun she'd still had held in her left hand. As she rose she caught a glimpse of a bloodstained face smearing itself against the inside glass window and her heart skipped a beat out of panic, but seconds later the shutters dropped down heavily and the lobby became encased in darkness, the ebb of the moonlight now blockaded from their view. Only the dim emergency lights flickered further back towards the hallways.
His voice startled her, as she had almost already forgotten his presence, and even more so the sound of an actual human being. Blinking a few times before her eyes became further accustomed to the darkness she looked towards him after he had finished perusing the security office and stepped back into the lobby. "Drake?" She seemed to contemplate for a moment and then actually laughed, a small smile edging on her lips. "Well Drake, it sounds like you don't play well with others." This statement was said both with teased sarcasm and actual depth. It was a concern she had most certainly, but it would take time to actually determine that. Without allowing much time in between she carried on "My name is Elise. I was searching for my sister, she lived here. She's not here though, there was a note she left. I guess I should be grateful." Her voice kept a rather stern, yet apathetic tone.
"Well Drake, it doesn't look like anyone will be using that exit anymore, come on, follow me." Without hesitation she started back off towards the service stairwell, having faith that he would follow her she didn't slow her pace until they were four flights up and back at the condo she had came from. She pushed open the door, and stepped inside, leaving it open for him to follow her. The kitchen was to the immediate left as soon as you entered, Elise had stacked some supplies there, food and bottled water she had casually lifted from some of the rooms. There was a living room in the main area as well. It was small, a bookshelf, a non-functioning tv, a worn out leather couch. At the back of the room, the balcony door was cast open as she had forgotten to close it in her haste. The drones of the dead still collecting at the front of the condominium doors below them echoing into the room. A cool breeze also seeping through the open door.
"Welcome to my temporary home number I don't even know." She grinned, her sarcasm thick this time. Even though there hadn't been much conversing she was disturbed by how much she was already enjoying having another living being in the same vicinty as herself. She stepped over to the couch and dropped down against it with a sigh. Casting her arm out in front of her she pointed to two closed doors. The first "Bathroom - Non functioning ; running water isn't working how you would want it to". Scrolling her pointed finger to the left, the second of the two doors "Bedroom. If you're tired...Be my guest."
Before straightening up she wiped each side of the blade on the zombies dirty guards uniform, ridding it of most of the grime. She kept the blade in her right hand but holstered the gun she'd still had held in her left hand. As she rose she caught a glimpse of a bloodstained face smearing itself against the inside glass window and her heart skipped a beat out of panic, but seconds later the shutters dropped down heavily and the lobby became encased in darkness, the ebb of the moonlight now blockaded from their view. Only the dim emergency lights flickered further back towards the hallways.
His voice startled her, as she had almost already forgotten his presence, and even more so the sound of an actual human being. Blinking a few times before her eyes became further accustomed to the darkness she looked towards him after he had finished perusing the security office and stepped back into the lobby. "Drake?" She seemed to contemplate for a moment and then actually laughed, a small smile edging on her lips. "Well Drake, it sounds like you don't play well with others." This statement was said both with teased sarcasm and actual depth. It was a concern she had most certainly, but it would take time to actually determine that. Without allowing much time in between she carried on "My name is Elise. I was searching for my sister, she lived here. She's not here though, there was a note she left. I guess I should be grateful." Her voice kept a rather stern, yet apathetic tone.
"Well Drake, it doesn't look like anyone will be using that exit anymore, come on, follow me." Without hesitation she started back off towards the service stairwell, having faith that he would follow her she didn't slow her pace until they were four flights up and back at the condo she had came from. She pushed open the door, and stepped inside, leaving it open for him to follow her. The kitchen was to the immediate left as soon as you entered, Elise had stacked some supplies there, food and bottled water she had casually lifted from some of the rooms. There was a living room in the main area as well. It was small, a bookshelf, a non-functioning tv, a worn out leather couch. At the back of the room, the balcony door was cast open as she had forgotten to close it in her haste. The drones of the dead still collecting at the front of the condominium doors below them echoing into the room. A cool breeze also seeping through the open door.
"Welcome to my temporary home number I don't even know." She grinned, her sarcasm thick this time. Even though there hadn't been much conversing she was disturbed by how much she was already enjoying having another living being in the same vicinty as herself. She stepped over to the couch and dropped down against it with a sigh. Casting her arm out in front of her she pointed to two closed doors. The first "Bathroom - Non functioning ; running water isn't working how you would want it to". Scrolling her pointed finger to the left, the second of the two doors "Bedroom. If you're tired...Be my guest."
