Azseth

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

Hey all.

2 quick notes:

1. I have 3 exams and 1 paper due, AND a birthday party this Saturday. So I'll be on sparingly. Be patient and don't get all twisted or lose interest or do anything crazy, like kill off your character.

2. Arlear is out of pocket for a few days with a family trip or something, I forget. Again, be patient.

And keep RPing.

Az

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And I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of bummed at the 1 mention of Fuad and Terry's last post.

Az

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

Initially, Jon was annoyed at the woman, Petra, taking charge and stepping up into the role of leadership, but soon after realized it was for the better. Her doing so kept Jon out of the light and made it easy for him to work on getting with Will. It also helped that she seemed to have some sense, she wasn't panicking or sending them on some fools errand. Before Jon opened his mouth to reply however, Will cleared his throat loudly, causing most of the people to look at him.

"Oh yeah. Forgot about me. So, I'm Will, hi. I'm 16 years age but I can take care of myself, I have spend time playing with weapons and other stuff. I'm not really sure why I am here." He took a moment and looked around, stopping and staring at Jon when he continued. "I think it's because my dad was a senator and worked with Homeland and CDC, so he probably pulled some strings to get me in here or something. Unless they threw me in here for my ability to use a bow and my handsome demenour. Not to mention my wit. Anyway, that's me in a nutshell."

Jon nodded and looked around, then spoke to Petra. "I have the key, but we'll worry about that later. Right now, everyone needs to go into their rooms and get stuff together. One way or another, we're gunna be leaving here, not sure how soon or anything, but assume sooner than later. Get a bag or something together and get food, clothes, and other stuff you may need. Medical stuff if you can find any. Keep in mind, it's November and we're in Missouri, so it's going to be cold out most likely. Pack as light as you can. Remember that, depending on how things are when we get out, or down to other levels, we may be able to use this place as a base of operation but we don't know that now. We don't know a whole lot."

He looked around from one person to another, and while his voice was somewhat firm and confident, the look on his face was one that portrayed he was nervous and maybe a bit unsure, as if he was trying to fake an outwardly positive feel.

Harris looked at Jon and raised his hand. "Hey I'm not sure I have any warm clothes. I mean I have pants and some shirts, but long sleeve stuff or jackets."

Jon again fought back an annoyed look and kept his outwardly calm, less harsh visage. "Just, uh. We'll all look through out stuff and I'm sure we can come up with some stuff that we can share with you." Harris looked at Jon like he was going to say more but looked down at the floor instead and nodded.

Harris nodded and went back into his room, leaving the door open as he looked outside for a moment, hearing others go into their rooms while others exchanged a few words. He looked around his room and took it all in.

He was scared.

He didn't like this room, not by any means, but it was his home of sorts, and he had become used to it. It was safe. It was easy. Now, that all changed and he, and everyone else on this floor, were going into the unknown, and from the little he'd heard, it most likely wasn't pretty out there. While most people were watching the news dismiss the "viral haox" and "debunking" what they called the false reports of zombies, Harris was already a believer. It wasn't that he wanted to believe persay, even though at first he DID think a zombie outbreak would be cool, it was simply that he wanted to believe. He was all over the internet and all over the world, watching things that he KNEW were real, because they were from some of is most solid sources.

Those first few days were the reason he was here. While he was not supposed to do any hacking and had severe restrictions placed on him, those eyes that were normally on him were looking elsewhere just long enough to let him do some snooping, and in that snooping he came across the Missouri CDC files and information, and upon reading it, he broke the law one last time, and that time saved his life.

He hacked the system and editted the list to include himself.

He smiled to himself, sure that had he not been here, he would be a LOT worse off. At least now, he had the ability to be with a group, avoid the choas of the first weeks of outbreak. He grabbed his backpack and tossed it on the bed, going into the bathroom first and taking some toiletries. He brought them out and tossed them into his bags, followed by food and then clothing.

While this was going on, Jon went into his own room and picked up a bag in the corner, placing it on the table. This was Jon's go-bag, and it had been packed and ready to go since the day he came here. He took several minutes to add some other things like additional socks, first aid supplies and then a few items of food that would hold for a long time. The last thing he did was grab several unopened bottles of water and put them in the outside pouches. He moved to his door and looked out into the hall, empty except for the body laying under the sheet, and then quickly moved into Will's room.

He closed the door behind him but not all the way, unsure what the lock would do it if closed all the way. "Good job. We need to keep ourselves out of the limelight for a bit and take it easy. When you're done, meet out in the hall and just take it easy. I have no idea what's going to happen, we have to get more information, see what options are open to us."

Will was packing the entire time, listening to Jon as he tossed his possessions into his bag. He wasn't sure about Jon but only based on the fact that, well, he didn't know him. At all. But he had no reason not to trust him at this point so it was not really a big deal immediately. "I gotcha. We'll talk more later and figure out a plan."

Jon nodded and stepped out into the hallway, tossing his bag next to his door. He looked around and waited, debating entering the control room, but opting to wait a bit. He could use some trust, at least to keep suspicion low. To be honest, he didn't think anyone was capable of turning Will in or exploiting him if they had known he was the son of the President, but in the event they did find out and something happened outside of the facility, or on another floor, that bit of knowledge could cost them.

He turned and stared at the map on the wall that indicated that where the armory was on this floor, there was a food store and office on the second and first floor respectively. He stared at the map, thinking and waiting for the rest of the others to finish up.

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

OH, I will RP. You will all see.

Az

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

If it makes anyone feel better, I cut the shit out of my finger today.

Az

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

Where the fuck is everyone?

Az

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

I'm thinking, based on the lack of comments, that few people have read the recent posts....

HINT HINT

Az

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

Fuad and Terry kept on a straight course for several hours, keeping to the side of the road as was their norm. As was also the norm, the two were prone to bouts of silence. It was odd that as long as the two had been with one another and the things that they’d been through, the two rarely spoke about much of substance, at least in terms of their past. Terry once spoke of him being a fireman, but it wasn’t that Fuad asked, or that Terry was speaking of it; it was because he asked why the hell Terry knew all he did about flammables and explosives. Both realized early on that the past meant nothing at this point, and the important thing was what the future held, and what you could do to delay what most people knew was the inevitable. They’d met cops and mothers who killed without thought or remorse, while having met a recently paroled gang banger who laid down his life to save members of their party. As Pantera sang, “yesterday don’t mean shit.”

It was still light out and they had several hours before it started to get dark. While neither Terry nor Fuad were what one would deem an outdoor survivalist, they were good enough survivalists to like outside. Both were more comfortable in buildings of some sort, and even resorted to sleeping in vehicles from time to time. Contrary to what others in the past thought of them based on their almost carefree attitudes coupled with the fact that the two seemed complete opposites, the two were ruthlessly efficient and mindful of situations and the dangers they presented. They knew it was better to go for several days with little food than to go into high risk situations because rations were low. They knew when to avoid people, to scout, to take their time and many other small things that people overlooked.

On top of that, they had each other. They were opposites and that aspect saved the other from letting their true nature drive them to death for many, many days now.

When Fuad looked up, he stated flatly and casually, “getting dark soon. We should find a place to shack up.”

“Yeah, it’s not too cold. Worst case, we stay out tonight, but keep an eye out for something with some form of roof.”

Fuad nodded and continued on, looking about casually. Eventually, they found what they were looking for in a small main street for the small down of whatever the name was of it that they were in. It had the typical small town buildings: barber shop, a grocery store, sporting goods and guns, coffee shops and the like. No McDonalds or Starbucks or anything of the sort. While that was not ideal because these places were smaller, it WAS ideal because this place would have been passed over by many people who made the mistake of heading towards larger cities.

The two looked at one another, nodded and settled down, simply watching and trying to get a feel for how safe the street was or was not. There were few signs that this place had been ransacked or looted because, while some cars on the street were abandoned and had doors left open, there were no windows broken or corpses in the street.

That could also mean that this place was a territory claimed by others, and those others may be violent to any newcomers. The two skirted around the city’s edges and all was quiet when they poked into buildings. When they made it to the grocery store, they were happy to find that, while much of the food was gone, it wasn’t looted. That told them both that the store was open and selling things at the beginning of the outbreak, but closed when things got bad. Looking in, there were plenty of canned food, dried goods and other non-perishables on the shelves and on the floors.

Terry looked over at Fuad and smiled, a genuine smile—not one of sarcasm or out of sheer cynicism. It was something neither had seen in a long while. “Jackpot,” Fuad said as he continued around the building. The store seemed secure, and looking in, Terry noted that there was dust everywhere and no footprints. Lots of food but no one taking it meant the town was either empty or full of idiots. Terry assumed it was the first of the two, so he began to speak a little louder, just above a whisper.

“Ok, let’s get organized first and not let our stomachs do the deciding here. See that big, stone building? It looks like a storage facility, it’s got a second floor and few windows, so if that place is clear, I say we set up shop in there, then come back tomorrow since we have enough food for a week or so.”

Fuad nodded and said, “makes sense, but I’m shocked your fat ass can ignore what your stomach tells you.”

Terry snorted derisively and made his way out across the street and the two approached the large building that Terry mentioned moments ago. All was quiet on the street and in the buildings, there were no sounds, no movements. Nothing. They moved to a door and Fuad pulled out one of his most important, life saving doom’s day aids: a can of WD40. He sprayed the hinges over and let it sit for a minute or so, and then nodded to Terry who pulled the door open. It made almost no sound, which was a godsend at times. They entered, closed the door behind them and looked around slowly. It took several long moments for their eyes to adjust to the difference in light. When their eyes adjusted and they took a few steps in, both stopped and looked at each other.

Something was wrong.

There was a humid, odd feel and smell to the place and they kept their eyes peeled as they continued on. After walking to the center, they moved to look around and Fuad was hit on the arm by Terry, who pointed to a corner by a work bench…there was a pile of skulls sitting, staring at them with lifeless, empty eyes. It normally wouldn’t shock them, but they were cleaned, polished to a shiny white and placed as if it were some short of shrine. The two looked at each other in silence and it was then that they both heard an odd sound.

It was not far away, and after staring at each other a moment longer, they turned towards it and it became obvious that it was something dripping. It was a steady, slow, but large drip and Fuad tapped his chest and pointed, indicating he would go check it out. He moved around a shelf and a few tables and got to a point near the sound. Looking down, he took a knee and looked closer.

Terry was watching him, looking around when the hair on the back of his neck started to stand up. He looked around and took his shotgun out, immediately thinking they should get the hell out of here. He was about to speak up when in front of him, the air seemed to shimmer or seemed displaced. Terry squinted and looked closer when that mass of something shot forward and before he could say anything, Terry felt 2 blades rip into his chest with enough power to lift him up into the air. He was shocked and surprised, and so was Fuad who’d just turned around to see Terry come off the ground and blood fly into the air.

He couldn’t form words, he was confused and scared. He could see the air in front of Terry was shiny and distorted, but he didn’t know what to do. “Terry….”

Terry could taste blood and knew he was going to die, so he took the shotgun and pulled the trigger. He got slight satisfaction as the lead pellets hit—something—and a bright green liquid shot out a split second later. There was a deep, angry growl and the air moved again, knocking the shotgun from his hand.

Fuad watched, frozen as Terry did the last thing he could which was pull his pipe out and smash down into what he hoped was something vital, which ended up knocking into something electrical because there was a shower of sparks from the impact, but also in the air around him.

A moment later, in front of Terry stood…something. It was over 8 feet tall and had a smooth steel looking helmet with two eyes. It was well muscled, so much so that it had two blades attached to one arm that extended well over 4 feet—both of which currently had Terry impaled. From the back of the helmet were what could only be described as braids or some sort, and the hands and feet had claws on them. Had Terry not felt the excruciating pain clear as day, he’d have thought this was a dream.

He brought the pipe around, attempting to hit the thing in its face, but its other hand grabbed it midswing and ripped it from Terry’s weakening grasp. Terry felt rage and anger and started cussing at the thing, a stream of obscenities until he finally convulsed and died halfway through telling the thing about how he had sex with its mother the night prior.

It flung the corpse aside and focused on Fuad. Neither moved for a solid minute before the thing reached up slowly to its mask and flipped several switches that hissed loudly. After the last one, it pulled off the mask and Fuad swallowed in fear. The creature seemed to be making a clicking sound, almost as if it was talking to him. It was something out of a nightmare, scary beyond thought. Its face was flat, puggish looking, with spiderlike mandibles. Its eyes were even scarier still, being almost human, but cruel and bloodthirsty.

At this point, Fuad knew what was coming, knew he’d die this day, and it came as no surprise. Months ago, the two were talking and both laughed at the fact that they knew they’d die at the same time. They’d lived together, survived together this long and it was only fitting that they’d meet their end together. Fuad looked at the thing and smirked, spitting at it and saying “you’re one ugly mother fucker,” before lifting his own shotgun up and firing twice at the thing. The first shot hit something that sent sparks flying again while the second bit into the things thigh, splattering more of its bright, almost neon green blood out to the side. He was racking another round home when a series of three red lights, almost like laser sights, shot up from the things shoulder, focused on him and in a split second, fired a bright blueish white beam of energy at him.

Fuad couldn’t help but think that the lasers and the beam were bright, almost beautiful, like a light show. They were the last thing he’d ever see as it took him full in the face.

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

Sorry, was busy most of this weekend with life in general. Gunna get a post up shortly.

Az

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

There were a LOT of posts last night. Time to start reading.....

Az

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

I don't speak spanish.

But, damnit, you're back. I just lost 5 dollars in the RP pool because they all guessed when you'd be back, I bet that you were dead.

Az