Not my greatest! Sorry for not posting yesterday, was wrecked!
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"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost... "
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True friendship is calling your friend on his fart and embarrassing him in front of the person he likes.
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"Nice." Marko gasped as the shards of glass sprinkled from their frame to the ground below, "That's one hell of a magic trick." He teased approaching the door with her cautiously. "Okay - I'm left, you're right. Gotcha'." Somehow Marko doubted with his entirety that this place was going to be empty, he was sure it'd be crawling with biters. Fuck. He thought, axe at the ready. "Alright. Let's do this!"
He was in through the threshold as soon as the door had been opened, his weapon raised higher now ready for a strike. The place seemed quiet, dead quiet in fact. Dropping his guard a little, keeping on his toes he took a couple of steps further. "I guess we got-" He was cut off as two hands latched onto him from a dark spot, "Oh, shit!" He roared, forgetting about keeping quiet not to attract any more attention. This corpse was a strong one and had Marko pushed up against a wall in seconds, gnawing and gnashing teeth as it's teeth came menacingly closer to the flesh of his neck. He managed to push it away with the handle of his axe for a brief moment, but before he could catch his breath the Zombie was back on him again more ferocious than before. "No!" He yelled, trying to push the creature off again - he was pinned.
Chief began to bark wildly and ran in to try and help Marko, the dog locked onto the Biter's leg with it's own teeth but it was too focused on chowing down on the young man's brains to even notice Chief it seemed.
He was in through the threshold as soon as the door had been opened, his weapon raised higher now ready for a strike. The place seemed quiet, dead quiet in fact. Dropping his guard a little, keeping on his toes he took a couple of steps further. "I guess we got-" He was cut off as two hands latched onto him from a dark spot, "Oh, shit!" He roared, forgetting about keeping quiet not to attract any more attention. This corpse was a strong one and had Marko pushed up against a wall in seconds, gnawing and gnashing teeth as it's teeth came menacingly closer to the flesh of his neck. He managed to push it away with the handle of his axe for a brief moment, but before he could catch his breath the Zombie was back on him again more ferocious than before. "No!" He yelled, trying to push the creature off again - he was pinned.
Chief began to bark wildly and ran in to try and help Marko, the dog locked onto the Biter's leg with it's own teeth but it was too focused on chowing down on the young man's brains to even notice Chief it seemed.
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I know you said you were just kidding and all but... Do any of you know of a way to reverse their technology? Being rooted to the soil sucks and I hate these bees.
"Alright." Marko paused looking up and down the street. "I'll go check some of these cars. You want to find a way in?"
He told Chief to stay by the shopfront, Marko could see him from the street and he had a better view of what was going on. As he approached a beaten up white Ford he took a look through the shattered windshield. There was a biter, looked like a soccer mom type, safe driver had her seat belt on before they turned, she wasn't going to be causing any trouble. He approached the driver side door, the window there was intact of course. Marko sighed and tried the door, it opened with a click. Closer to the corpse now his nostrils were attacked by a stench worse than that he had gotten used to, her groaning was weak and her swiping out more uncoordinated than any zombie he'd seen so far. The state she was in, Marko almost felt sorry for her. For a moment dwelling on the lost humanity, who she was, her life before the outbreak. At heart he knew it was the reminder of his own mortality that the sadness stemmed from. It reminded him of a poem he had learned when he was younger in school called 'Ambulances' by an author he couldn't remember the name of.
Far from the exchange of love to lie,
Unreachable inside a room,
The traffic parts to let go by,
Brings closer what is left to come,
And dulls to distance all we are.
Those last few lines hit home. He smiled, memories of better times but memories was all he had. "Sorry." He muttered, raising his axe and with two belts of the butt he ended the torment. Crouching down he popped the bonnet and made his way to the front. Securing the hood he took hold of the wires leading to the engine compartment and located the engine end. Eureka, spark plugs. He took them, leaving the car to head back for the shopfront stopping for a second look back at the Ford, nodding to himself he left and looked around for Ray.
"I got the plugs!" He called, minding the volume of his voice. "Any joy?" He asked.
He told Chief to stay by the shopfront, Marko could see him from the street and he had a better view of what was going on. As he approached a beaten up white Ford he took a look through the shattered windshield. There was a biter, looked like a soccer mom type, safe driver had her seat belt on before they turned, she wasn't going to be causing any trouble. He approached the driver side door, the window there was intact of course. Marko sighed and tried the door, it opened with a click. Closer to the corpse now his nostrils were attacked by a stench worse than that he had gotten used to, her groaning was weak and her swiping out more uncoordinated than any zombie he'd seen so far. The state she was in, Marko almost felt sorry for her. For a moment dwelling on the lost humanity, who she was, her life before the outbreak. At heart he knew it was the reminder of his own mortality that the sadness stemmed from. It reminded him of a poem he had learned when he was younger in school called 'Ambulances' by an author he couldn't remember the name of.
Far from the exchange of love to lie,
Unreachable inside a room,
The traffic parts to let go by,
Brings closer what is left to come,
And dulls to distance all we are.
Those last few lines hit home. He smiled, memories of better times but memories was all he had. "Sorry." He muttered, raising his axe and with two belts of the butt he ended the torment. Crouching down he popped the bonnet and made his way to the front. Securing the hood he took hold of the wires leading to the engine compartment and located the engine end. Eureka, spark plugs. He took them, leaving the car to head back for the shopfront stopping for a second look back at the Ford, nodding to himself he left and looked around for Ray.
"I got the plugs!" He called, minding the volume of his voice. "Any joy?" He asked.
Hey-ho! So I am definitely still interested and will get around to finishing that character sheet over the next day or so! Thanks for being patient.
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"And the winner is... Graveler!"
The announcement meant Andreas had one his match and was into the quarter finals. He'd been so caught up in the moment he hadn't heard what had happened with Lily. The tournament had been tough so far, if it wasn't for Graveler that battle could have been a very different story but now Andreas was determined. Each victory up until this point only pushing him further and building confidence. Still, there was no hiding from the fact that the semi-final was going to be no pushover event, from what he could tell he was in one of the stronger groups over all from the beginning of the group stages. The same went for Lily.
He scanned his surroundings and soon spotted her, not too far away. He waved and paced his way over to her. "Hey!" His voice heightened, the excitement was getting to him, "Did you win?" He asked.
The announcement meant Andreas had one his match and was into the quarter finals. He'd been so caught up in the moment he hadn't heard what had happened with Lily. The tournament had been tough so far, if it wasn't for Graveler that battle could have been a very different story but now Andreas was determined. Each victory up until this point only pushing him further and building confidence. Still, there was no hiding from the fact that the semi-final was going to be no pushover event, from what he could tell he was in one of the stronger groups over all from the beginning of the group stages. The same went for Lily.
He scanned his surroundings and soon spotted her, not too far away. He waved and paced his way over to her. "Hey!" His voice heightened, the excitement was getting to him, "Did you win?" He asked.
The thought of a black suit let alone a Kevlar vest made Marko squirm. He'd seen a couple of 'doomsday preppers' early on and all kitted out, he couldn't begin to imagine carrying that much gear with him, especially in this heat. To Marko's mind in the long term it'd run you down. He fixed his rucksack from rubbing uncomfortably on his lower back and with a deep breath picked up the pace coming up alongside Ray.
"Think we're gonna run into any Z's in this place?" He asked, curious as to whether she had scouted out the place already - not that it really mattered all the same. As they turned the corner the shop came into sight, Marko pointed and asked, "That the place?"
When they reached the shopfront itself, Marko followed Ray's lead after a moment to catch his breath. A lot of the windows had been boarded up and the higher ones blacked out. From what he could tell it didn't seem like anyone had even tried this place yet. Then again, did that mean there was a reason? They met back on the street side of the shop, "I think we should be careful, who can say for sure but the place could be crawling." He advised although he knew she was probably on the same wave length.
"Ok, so how do you want to handle this?"
Marko took another glance at the building, eyeing it up and down - three floors and a flat roof. "You think there's a way in on the roof?" He hadn't seen any ladders or way of access but maybe Ray did. Rapping his knuckles off the planks that boarded up the doors like the windows, "We're going to make a hell of a lot of noise breaking our way in here." He took a quick scout of the surroundings for zombies, a couple of stragglers but for all they knew there could be a small herd just around the corner. "I don't see how we're getting Chief up there though." He caught Ray's look, "No." He proclaimed, "He's not staying out here."
"Think we're gonna run into any Z's in this place?" He asked, curious as to whether she had scouted out the place already - not that it really mattered all the same. As they turned the corner the shop came into sight, Marko pointed and asked, "That the place?"
When they reached the shopfront itself, Marko followed Ray's lead after a moment to catch his breath. A lot of the windows had been boarded up and the higher ones blacked out. From what he could tell it didn't seem like anyone had even tried this place yet. Then again, did that mean there was a reason? They met back on the street side of the shop, "I think we should be careful, who can say for sure but the place could be crawling." He advised although he knew she was probably on the same wave length.
"Ok, so how do you want to handle this?"
Marko took another glance at the building, eyeing it up and down - three floors and a flat roof. "You think there's a way in on the roof?" He hadn't seen any ladders or way of access but maybe Ray did. Rapping his knuckles off the planks that boarded up the doors like the windows, "We're going to make a hell of a lot of noise breaking our way in here." He took a quick scout of the surroundings for zombies, a couple of stragglers but for all they knew there could be a small herd just around the corner. "I don't see how we're getting Chief up there though." He caught Ray's look, "No." He proclaimed, "He's not staying out here."
We're onto a good one I think! Got that posted for you.
"I'm telling you, Oxy is going to be universal currency by the end of the year." Marko jeered, taking the bottle back from her and securing it in his pocket once more. "It's nothing." He replied nonchalantly, "He gets a lot more exited when there's something around, I think he's just happy we're moving on."
Marko approached the door, veering around Ray to be at her side, "Let me help with that." He began to unravel the chain from the handles of the shop door, lending her a hand whether she needed it or not. He always found chain links managed to get stuck in the most mysterious of ways and this was no exception. "How do they even get all tangled up like that?" He asked rhetorically as the chain finally fell to the floor.
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It was a warm day, Marko began to wonder if it was a heatwave as he could feel himself slowly melt into the road. He trekked along behind Ray, Chief close at side while doing everything he could in his power not to turn into a puddle in the street or at least, that's how it felt. Looking up from the pavements below him he had to use his hand to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun, he'd become more light sensitive since the end of the world and now was a bad time to need an optician. He could see just fine and was beginning to wonder if it was something to do with nutrition, not that there was much he could do about that either. In this world you ate what you could and just tried not to be eaten.
He hadn't come across too many people since all hell was set loose, but those he did meet had strange tales of what the apocalypse had done to people. There were stories of cannibalism but Marko didn't believe it, there was still food to be found he couldn't imagine cannibalism except for a last resort and even then the thought made him squirm. Eating another human being was just something he'd never be able to do he guessed.
They'd been walking for maybe twenty minutes but in the heat and with how dead the city was, it felt like hours. "How much further?" He asked, not trying to seem fussy, it was the first words either of them had spoken since shortly after leaving the shop. "Are you not roasting?" Marko slipped the jacket off and wrapped it around his waist, "Damn." He uttered.
Marko approached the door, veering around Ray to be at her side, "Let me help with that." He began to unravel the chain from the handles of the shop door, lending her a hand whether she needed it or not. He always found chain links managed to get stuck in the most mysterious of ways and this was no exception. "How do they even get all tangled up like that?" He asked rhetorically as the chain finally fell to the floor.
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It was a warm day, Marko began to wonder if it was a heatwave as he could feel himself slowly melt into the road. He trekked along behind Ray, Chief close at side while doing everything he could in his power not to turn into a puddle in the street or at least, that's how it felt. Looking up from the pavements below him he had to use his hand to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun, he'd become more light sensitive since the end of the world and now was a bad time to need an optician. He could see just fine and was beginning to wonder if it was something to do with nutrition, not that there was much he could do about that either. In this world you ate what you could and just tried not to be eaten.
He hadn't come across too many people since all hell was set loose, but those he did meet had strange tales of what the apocalypse had done to people. There were stories of cannibalism but Marko didn't believe it, there was still food to be found he couldn't imagine cannibalism except for a last resort and even then the thought made him squirm. Eating another human being was just something he'd never be able to do he guessed.
They'd been walking for maybe twenty minutes but in the heat and with how dead the city was, it felt like hours. "How much further?" He asked, not trying to seem fussy, it was the first words either of them had spoken since shortly after leaving the shop. "Are you not roasting?" Marko slipped the jacket off and wrapped it around his waist, "Damn." He uttered.
"Fuck." Marko muttered as he lay there for a moment, Chief pattered over to him and sniffed around. He brought himself to his feet, patting himself down as Ray approached. He laughed at her comment about knocking and looked back at the cramped window he'd come through. "I didn't want to leave the doors unchained for biters. I would have had to have chained it from the outside." Pausing, he brought his attention back to the window, "I see the point you're making though." As he rummaged through his jacket pockets he was reminded of his find, "Oh, hey! Check this out." He spoke, holding out the pill bottle for her to take and have a look at. "This is some good shit." He teased, leaving her with the pill bottle. "Can never go too far wrong with some strong painkillers. Shit's better than Morphine." Marko had made his way to the check-out counter of the shop, rummaging behind it for anything else they might have missed, "Could always trade those for other supplies too, nearly a full bottle..." He winced, cutting his finger on some deformed metal, he shook out his hand and sucked on the cut before getting back to rummaging, "Maybe thirty?" He asked, "I didn't count." He added, his gaze drifting from the counter's shelves to Ray and back again.
The shop like many buildings had a musty smell to it. Almost like damp, surprisingly though there was no smell of rot. "Weird." He uttered.
"So, my original destination is about a mile from here or so. I want to get into the old Military Surplus store. It wasn't real popular before all of this, but I am expecting to find biters inside. If it's got supplies all the better. Most folks wouldn't think to take the purification tablets, and some of the other stuff, so there might be a few things left we can use. Best case... it's got a lot."
Marko was surprised at himself. The military surplus store, why hadn't he thought of it? "Okay. Let's get ready, I'll follow your lead." He told her, a reassuring smile as he took his hatchet from the dusty and filth ridden floor. "C'mon Chief!"
Bark!
The shop like many buildings had a musty smell to it. Almost like damp, surprisingly though there was no smell of rot. "Weird." He uttered.
"So, my original destination is about a mile from here or so. I want to get into the old Military Surplus store. It wasn't real popular before all of this, but I am expecting to find biters inside. If it's got supplies all the better. Most folks wouldn't think to take the purification tablets, and some of the other stuff, so there might be a few things left we can use. Best case... it's got a lot."
Marko was surprised at himself. The military surplus store, why hadn't he thought of it? "Okay. Let's get ready, I'll follow your lead." He told her, a reassuring smile as he took his hatchet from the dusty and filth ridden floor. "C'mon Chief!"
Bark!
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