SpiffyWhat about Tom bombdil yo? Just kidding. Well I'm incredibly busy now so I'll skip this for now, but im a huge lotr fan so ill be checking in for the story. Would it be possible to come in at some point down the line? If so, I'll try to jump in then.
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So is there a rule of no original characters? Like, Gandalf? If not I'll make a different wizard.
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The community at the ranger station all started to turn, one after the next. Each of them hunched over in agony, their insides burned as the virus infected them from breathing in the fog. Dallen and Kenjen both paused briefly as Elizabeth ran to embrace Erin, cautious stances from the two. The fog grew thicker and made it harder to see, but even with the air covered they could still hear the others that were dying. Their screams pierced the darkened morning sky, all throughout the camp.
"How come we're not dying, too?" Kenjen managed to ask in the middle of it all.
Then Dallen remembered what happened back at the court house, when he was stuck outside briefly in the fog. It didn't effect him then or now, as well as Kenjen or Elizabeth and Erin. This fog was some kind of biological virus, he quickly assumed, and somehow they were immune to it.
"I don't know," was the quick reply. Dallen put himself in front of Elizabeth and the little girl, kneeling down to give her a quick little hug. "Follow me."
He started to lead them back toward the ambulance they had just arrived from, but the gatewatchers that had turned were already approaching from that side. They lunged in from the cover of the fog, as Dallen shot them down one after the other. Then they came from the rear, one of them nearly snapping into Kenjen as he was faced the other way, but Erin tugged his shirt giving him just enough time to come to his senses. Kenjen slid out of harm's way, bringing his pistol up to shoot the attackers face off.
"Thanks," he couldn't help but to say.
As more walkers started to close in, a barrage of gunfire erupted to halt them in their place. Briggs, Steven, and the pastor came out from the mist, all heavily armed and still amongst the living.
"Are you all that's left?" Kenjen asked pastor Book.
"No," Leroy Book responded. "The others are in the van, we came back for you!"
"We'll follow," Kenjen said.
Kenjen, Dallen, Elizabeth and Erin all piled into the ambulance again, as Briggs and the others got into their church van. Everyone else had turned into the undead, all running around blindly in the mist searching for human flesh. The mist served as a cloak for the survivors as they drove down the mountain and away from the chaos. By the time the two vehicles reached the base, the fog that loomed over them was already gone. The sky was still grey and the rain still dribbled, but the storm seemed to pass as well.
It all left a bad feeling in the pit of Dallen's stomach. He wasn't sure of what was sure, all he knew was that the odds were against them all. They had shelter at the ranger station, as well as food and drink. Now, all they had was the medicine they managed to keep with them from the hospital scavenge.
"If the virus is airborne, why are we still alive?" Kenjen couldn't help but to ask, he was sitting in the passenger seat as Dallen drove, the church van was just before them on the road.
Suddenly the church van came to a screetching halt, and so forced Dallen to stop the ambulance in the same manner. A bright light shined over them all, and the sound of a helicopter's blades whipped through the air until it was all that could be heard. Everyone got out of the vehicles as the chopper landed, a full squad of armored and masked soldiers hopping out and taking aim at the ranger station survivors. Then a megaphone sounded out for all to hear: "Lower your weapons, get down on your knees."
After a brief thought, Briggs nodded to the rest to comply. There were far more of the soldiers than them, and so they threw down their weapons and knelt to the wet ground. Dallen took a good look around while he could, not of the enemy but of his own group. Riley was still alive he saw, and so was Ethan and Blake. All of them looked scared shitless. Then the soldiers covered all of their faces with bags, as well as tied their hands behind their backs with rope. They were taken into one of the helicopters, then flown up into the air.
"Who are..." Briggs started, but was socked in his gut from one of the soldiers before he could finish.
It was silence for awhile. When Ethan spoke out about having to use the bathroom, he was smacked in the face with the butt of a rifle. Then more silence. Then more. Hours passed, so many that Dallen lost track of time. The group all had no choice but to wear the bags on their heads and go along with it. The only thing they were left with to pass the time was their own thoughts.
Eventually they stopped, just when it felt like it might go on forever. The helicopter landed somewhere, and the group was taken out. After following wherever the soldiers led them, they ended up on an elevator that took them down. It was a long way down, but not quite as long as the helicopter ride. When they reached the bottom, the group was taken into small cages, all side by side from one another. Their bags were removed and they were left in complete darkness.
The floor was stone and it was cold, and the area surrounded them all felt clamped and crammed. The only sound in the room was the breathing of the others, all of them trying to grasp a hold on everything that was happening to them. Then Dallen lit his zippo lighter, lighting up the area around him. They were all their together, all of them in singular cages side by side, like dog cages in a pet store.
"What the fuck is going on!?" Ethan managed to get out, his eyes half filled with tears.
"End of the line," Dallen muttered aloud.
"How come we're not dying, too?" Kenjen managed to ask in the middle of it all.
Then Dallen remembered what happened back at the court house, when he was stuck outside briefly in the fog. It didn't effect him then or now, as well as Kenjen or Elizabeth and Erin. This fog was some kind of biological virus, he quickly assumed, and somehow they were immune to it.
"I don't know," was the quick reply. Dallen put himself in front of Elizabeth and the little girl, kneeling down to give her a quick little hug. "Follow me."
He started to lead them back toward the ambulance they had just arrived from, but the gatewatchers that had turned were already approaching from that side. They lunged in from the cover of the fog, as Dallen shot them down one after the other. Then they came from the rear, one of them nearly snapping into Kenjen as he was faced the other way, but Erin tugged his shirt giving him just enough time to come to his senses. Kenjen slid out of harm's way, bringing his pistol up to shoot the attackers face off.
"Thanks," he couldn't help but to say.
As more walkers started to close in, a barrage of gunfire erupted to halt them in their place. Briggs, Steven, and the pastor came out from the mist, all heavily armed and still amongst the living.
"Are you all that's left?" Kenjen asked pastor Book.
"No," Leroy Book responded. "The others are in the van, we came back for you!"
"We'll follow," Kenjen said.
Kenjen, Dallen, Elizabeth and Erin all piled into the ambulance again, as Briggs and the others got into their church van. Everyone else had turned into the undead, all running around blindly in the mist searching for human flesh. The mist served as a cloak for the survivors as they drove down the mountain and away from the chaos. By the time the two vehicles reached the base, the fog that loomed over them was already gone. The sky was still grey and the rain still dribbled, but the storm seemed to pass as well.
It all left a bad feeling in the pit of Dallen's stomach. He wasn't sure of what was sure, all he knew was that the odds were against them all. They had shelter at the ranger station, as well as food and drink. Now, all they had was the medicine they managed to keep with them from the hospital scavenge.
"If the virus is airborne, why are we still alive?" Kenjen couldn't help but to ask, he was sitting in the passenger seat as Dallen drove, the church van was just before them on the road.
Suddenly the church van came to a screetching halt, and so forced Dallen to stop the ambulance in the same manner. A bright light shined over them all, and the sound of a helicopter's blades whipped through the air until it was all that could be heard. Everyone got out of the vehicles as the chopper landed, a full squad of armored and masked soldiers hopping out and taking aim at the ranger station survivors. Then a megaphone sounded out for all to hear: "Lower your weapons, get down on your knees."
After a brief thought, Briggs nodded to the rest to comply. There were far more of the soldiers than them, and so they threw down their weapons and knelt to the wet ground. Dallen took a good look around while he could, not of the enemy but of his own group. Riley was still alive he saw, and so was Ethan and Blake. All of them looked scared shitless. Then the soldiers covered all of their faces with bags, as well as tied their hands behind their backs with rope. They were taken into one of the helicopters, then flown up into the air.
"Who are..." Briggs started, but was socked in his gut from one of the soldiers before he could finish.
It was silence for awhile. When Ethan spoke out about having to use the bathroom, he was smacked in the face with the butt of a rifle. Then more silence. Then more. Hours passed, so many that Dallen lost track of time. The group all had no choice but to wear the bags on their heads and go along with it. The only thing they were left with to pass the time was their own thoughts.
Eventually they stopped, just when it felt like it might go on forever. The helicopter landed somewhere, and the group was taken out. After following wherever the soldiers led them, they ended up on an elevator that took them down. It was a long way down, but not quite as long as the helicopter ride. When they reached the bottom, the group was taken into small cages, all side by side from one another. Their bags were removed and they were left in complete darkness.
The floor was stone and it was cold, and the area surrounded them all felt clamped and crammed. The only sound in the room was the breathing of the others, all of them trying to grasp a hold on everything that was happening to them. Then Dallen lit his zippo lighter, lighting up the area around him. They were all their together, all of them in singular cages side by side, like dog cages in a pet store.
"What the fuck is going on!?" Ethan managed to get out, his eyes half filled with tears.
"End of the line," Dallen muttered aloud.
DAY 5
They all had nightmares that night. When they woke, each of them had a small sense of feeling that none of this was real. That they were safe with everyone they loved back at home and all would be well. The sudden realization that they were surrounded by undead came haunting back at them, as did the smell from the dead body in the room.
Dallen awoke next. He had nightmares of his daughter being killed again and again. How he couldn't save her. It didn't matter to him whether he lived or died anymore, all he wanted to do was keep moving. He wasn't just going to give up, it wasn't in him to do so. He ate some peaches as his girlfriend Lucy woke up. She immediately put two fingers to her temple to stop the incoming headache, then she covered her face to block out the smell of death. Dallen notioned with his hands for her to eat, but she nodded it off with a disgusted look.
Kenjen woke up on the floor, the first thing he saw being Gwen. She was still asleep, but he couldn't help but to marvel at her beauty. Suddenly Gwen opened her eyes and caught him staring at her.
"Uhh, I wasn't...ummm," Kenjen started.
"Good morning, Kenjen," she said with a smile, until she rose up and remembered their situation. "...nevermind, I take back the good morning part."
"I know, I'm not even sure how we all slept," Kenjen replied. "Must have been the exhaustion."
As everyone either tried to eat something or not, Lucy took Dallen aside. "I want you to know that I love you," Lucy told him, stern and bold. "You don't have to say it back, I just wanted you to know." She also wanted to go on a little longer about his daughter, and how she was trying so hard to get earn her trust. She knew Dallen would shut her down, so she stopped it there.
"Lucy, everything's changed now," he started, but she just walked away. She understood, and was ready to do what needed to be done.
"What if things go bad?" Kenjen asked as the group gathered around the corpse, all now wearing the bedsheets around their clothing. "I mean, I'm pretty confident that things are going to go bad."
"Stay close and blend in," Gwen stated.
"Things go south, kill as many of them as you can before they take you out," Dallen said. "Shall we?"
Dallen slammed his axe down on the corpse, bringing it back up and repeating. Guts and blood spilt all around, and those watching on started to feel sick to their stomachs. The insides were spread all over everyone, and when they realized they needed more guts, they brought a few walkers into the cafeteria and took them down with ease. The hospital seemed to have far less of the walkers roaming around, as was at least evident from looking down the hallway. The windows to the cafeteria were too high on the ceiling to see what the real situation was like outside, and they also had filters on them to taint the view. The group had little choice but to just go for it while they were at the ready.
Using the medical supplies they had, such as gloves and protective facewear, they each covered themselves up with the gore. After Kenjen was done hacking away all over himself, they made out for their escape. Dallen lead the way with Lucy right beside him. They headed down the corridors toward the eastern gate entrance. When they arrived to the exit, everything seemed dark outside. The crowd of the undead was still roaming, all aimlessly. However Dallen was right, as there were much fewer of them. The group would be able to move between them in a line, assuming everything worked. Dallen even started having second thoughts.
" Get as far as you can, then head north," Dallen gave them all the direction with his finger. "Try to stay together, or at least within proximity. If you go down, you're on your own."
"What!?" Gwen almost said louder than their whisper voices. "You failed to mention that bit!"
"If you help someone that goes down, they will get you," he said and went to the double doors, quietly prying them open until they were. "You all know what to do."
Dallen walked out first, trying his best to mimic the undead's movements and motions while they weren't hunting flesh. They simple just stayed around the same area, stumbling or slightly moving in one direction or another. None of them noticed Dallen, and so the rest of the group joined. It was hard for them to stay together, as quickly one by one they all were forced to avoid the undead. None of them were noticed though, and they were all still within sight. As horrible as it was, it looked like they were going to make it. Dallen could already see the other side of the horde, where the trees stood tall and looming.
Then, the sky above them opened up. As the group were nearing the end of the horde, rain began to pour from above. The skies were already grey, but they grew darker as the rain grew more and more.
"It's gonna wash the scent off!" kenjen whispered, feeling bits and pieces of flesh falling off from him.
"Keep moving!" Dallen whispered.
Suddenly the rain became a harsh pour, as it flowed rapidly and hard. Gwen looked down at herself and realized that all of the guts and blood was completely washed off of her soaking sheet. She started to panic, but still kept moving. A few of the undead nearest to them would sniff or lick at the air, but the rain was able to mask a lot of their scent as well. However, it would not last very long, as one walker started to become suspect. The thing started to stalk Gwen, still unsure of what it was smelling or sensing. It then moved in to take a bite from her shoulder, but she stopped it dead with a long knife to its forehead. The other undead started to take notice, not only of Gwen but of all of them now. The scent was fading from them.
"Keep moving!" Dallen said. If they could just make it to the tall trees, there would only be a few of the undead after them. They could easily take them out, then be on their merry way. The walkers were slow and stumbly, as they weren't so good with moving in the wet rain. However, they didn't need to rest.
"The ambulance in the lot!" Gwen shouted. "They leave the keys in them!" She instantly started her way toward one, taking out a few walkers in her path. Kenjen followed her, trying his best to protect her by taking out a few himself.
Before Dallen could respond, the two were already running off with a straight line toward a parked ambulance vehicle. Kenjen guarded as Gwen opened up the driver side door. She was right, the keys were even in the ignition. She hopped in and started it up, not realizing the walker from the back of the ambulance was coming toward her. It pushed its head through the hole that separated the front and back of the ambulance, then took a large bite into the back of Gwen's neck. She screamed and fumbled with the buttons, accidentally turning on the emergency lights and sirens. All of the undead turned their attention toward them.
"Gwen!!" Kenjen yelled in horror as he watched the walker from the back rip a piece of Gwen's neck off. Gwen managed to stab the attacker with her knife to take it out, however she could feel the infection already coursing through her veins. Kenjen had no choice but to leave her, and so he ran to attempt another of the parked ambulances nearby.
Gwen then closed herself in the vehicle and took off, leading herself and the horde away from the others. One last attempt to help people, but it was only seconds later that she lost control of her feelings and senses. The only thing she could feel was the intense pain of her ripped flesh at her neck. Her insides felt like they were exploding, and all she could do was lay across the seat and turn.
Right when they were about to reach the start of the trees, Lucy screamed in horror. She had taken out two of the walkers, but a third came out from her view and sunk its teeth deep into her right forearm. She shoved the thing off of her and sunk her knife deep into its skull, falling over to the ground with it as she did the motion.
Dallen hacked a walker's head off with his axe, then sliced another down as he witnessed Lucy go down. She was now on her knees, looking up to him from a distance with a few walkers in between them.
"Dallen, I..." Lucy started, but they swarmed her. She was taken to the dirt as numerous walker's tore her apart, ripping at her flesh and tearing off her limbs one after the other. She hardly had any time to scream, as her throat was ripped from her early on.
Dallen stopped and stared, almost running over to her to attempt to help. It happened so fast, just like that she was turned into nothing. The attention of the walkers turned to her corpse, and the sounds coming from the ambulance in the parking lot. Dallen almost felt stuck in place, but within seconds he kicked back into it and kept moving toward the trees. Turning to his side he could see that Elizabeth was the only one left with him, though they weren't exactly out of it yet either. There were still a small group of hungry walkers moving toward them, the rain still pounding down on all.
"We have to fight!" Dallen shouted. He tore off his sheet of guts and raised his axe as they approached. One after the other, he swung hard, clean shots at all of their heads. He took the heads clean off of the first three, then started slashing and pushing until they dwindled in numbers. "Come on!" He ran up the hill and into the tall trees, taking out any other walkers nearby.
By the end of it, only the two of them stood there atop the hill in the forest, looking back at the chaos they just left behind. Still, they weren't out of it. Groups of the undead still pursued them, but the rain caused the ground to turn into a thick, muddy paste. It helped keep a majority of the dead back from climbing the hill.
"Look!" Dallen pointed toward the large lot of the hospital. An ambulance drove through the undead and headed up to the road that went deeper into the mountains. Dallen quickly flagged the driver down, unsure of who was inside.
"Get in!" Kenjen yelled, and so they did. They piled into the front together and sped off as fast as the ambulance would take them.
No words needed to be said, as they all knew that the other two didn't make it. It wasn't the time to talk about it, it was time to keep moving.
"That horde might head after us, all the way back to the ranger station," Kenjen pointed out. "We can't stay there anymore."
Dallen said nothing, all he could think about was Lucy and Gwen. How they were just killed. His daughter. Everyone was dying around him, and he felt cold to it all. Finally, after a long beat, he replied, "We head north, the cold might slow them down."
Kenjen nodded, but couldn't stop thinking of the deaths they just witnessed either. Poor Gwen, he thought. They had lost two, but they still managed to retain all three of their medical bags filled with medicines. A harsh price to pay, but it opened his eyes on what the world was like now.
Dallen tried to hold it in, but tears started to run down his face. He buried his head in his hand as they drove down the long, dark road. When they finally reached the ranger station's area, the sky again seemed to change. The storm still raged on, but within it, at the top of the peak where the station was, a fog loomed. Lightning crackled all around, turning what was once day into the dark of night. The fog appeared to be a radiation storm, similar to the one that haunted the city of Mecha at the start of all this.
"I got a bad feeling about this," Kenjen stated.
They all had nightmares that night. When they woke, each of them had a small sense of feeling that none of this was real. That they were safe with everyone they loved back at home and all would be well. The sudden realization that they were surrounded by undead came haunting back at them, as did the smell from the dead body in the room.
Dallen awoke next. He had nightmares of his daughter being killed again and again. How he couldn't save her. It didn't matter to him whether he lived or died anymore, all he wanted to do was keep moving. He wasn't just going to give up, it wasn't in him to do so. He ate some peaches as his girlfriend Lucy woke up. She immediately put two fingers to her temple to stop the incoming headache, then she covered her face to block out the smell of death. Dallen notioned with his hands for her to eat, but she nodded it off with a disgusted look.
Kenjen woke up on the floor, the first thing he saw being Gwen. She was still asleep, but he couldn't help but to marvel at her beauty. Suddenly Gwen opened her eyes and caught him staring at her.
"Uhh, I wasn't...ummm," Kenjen started.
"Good morning, Kenjen," she said with a smile, until she rose up and remembered their situation. "...nevermind, I take back the good morning part."
"I know, I'm not even sure how we all slept," Kenjen replied. "Must have been the exhaustion."
As everyone either tried to eat something or not, Lucy took Dallen aside. "I want you to know that I love you," Lucy told him, stern and bold. "You don't have to say it back, I just wanted you to know." She also wanted to go on a little longer about his daughter, and how she was trying so hard to get earn her trust. She knew Dallen would shut her down, so she stopped it there.
"Lucy, everything's changed now," he started, but she just walked away. She understood, and was ready to do what needed to be done.
"What if things go bad?" Kenjen asked as the group gathered around the corpse, all now wearing the bedsheets around their clothing. "I mean, I'm pretty confident that things are going to go bad."
"Stay close and blend in," Gwen stated.
"Things go south, kill as many of them as you can before they take you out," Dallen said. "Shall we?"
Dallen slammed his axe down on the corpse, bringing it back up and repeating. Guts and blood spilt all around, and those watching on started to feel sick to their stomachs. The insides were spread all over everyone, and when they realized they needed more guts, they brought a few walkers into the cafeteria and took them down with ease. The hospital seemed to have far less of the walkers roaming around, as was at least evident from looking down the hallway. The windows to the cafeteria were too high on the ceiling to see what the real situation was like outside, and they also had filters on them to taint the view. The group had little choice but to just go for it while they were at the ready.
Using the medical supplies they had, such as gloves and protective facewear, they each covered themselves up with the gore. After Kenjen was done hacking away all over himself, they made out for their escape. Dallen lead the way with Lucy right beside him. They headed down the corridors toward the eastern gate entrance. When they arrived to the exit, everything seemed dark outside. The crowd of the undead was still roaming, all aimlessly. However Dallen was right, as there were much fewer of them. The group would be able to move between them in a line, assuming everything worked. Dallen even started having second thoughts.
" Get as far as you can, then head north," Dallen gave them all the direction with his finger. "Try to stay together, or at least within proximity. If you go down, you're on your own."
"What!?" Gwen almost said louder than their whisper voices. "You failed to mention that bit!"
"If you help someone that goes down, they will get you," he said and went to the double doors, quietly prying them open until they were. "You all know what to do."
Dallen walked out first, trying his best to mimic the undead's movements and motions while they weren't hunting flesh. They simple just stayed around the same area, stumbling or slightly moving in one direction or another. None of them noticed Dallen, and so the rest of the group joined. It was hard for them to stay together, as quickly one by one they all were forced to avoid the undead. None of them were noticed though, and they were all still within sight. As horrible as it was, it looked like they were going to make it. Dallen could already see the other side of the horde, where the trees stood tall and looming.
Then, the sky above them opened up. As the group were nearing the end of the horde, rain began to pour from above. The skies were already grey, but they grew darker as the rain grew more and more.
"It's gonna wash the scent off!" kenjen whispered, feeling bits and pieces of flesh falling off from him.
"Keep moving!" Dallen whispered.
Suddenly the rain became a harsh pour, as it flowed rapidly and hard. Gwen looked down at herself and realized that all of the guts and blood was completely washed off of her soaking sheet. She started to panic, but still kept moving. A few of the undead nearest to them would sniff or lick at the air, but the rain was able to mask a lot of their scent as well. However, it would not last very long, as one walker started to become suspect. The thing started to stalk Gwen, still unsure of what it was smelling or sensing. It then moved in to take a bite from her shoulder, but she stopped it dead with a long knife to its forehead. The other undead started to take notice, not only of Gwen but of all of them now. The scent was fading from them.
"Keep moving!" Dallen said. If they could just make it to the tall trees, there would only be a few of the undead after them. They could easily take them out, then be on their merry way. The walkers were slow and stumbly, as they weren't so good with moving in the wet rain. However, they didn't need to rest.
"The ambulance in the lot!" Gwen shouted. "They leave the keys in them!" She instantly started her way toward one, taking out a few walkers in her path. Kenjen followed her, trying his best to protect her by taking out a few himself.
Before Dallen could respond, the two were already running off with a straight line toward a parked ambulance vehicle. Kenjen guarded as Gwen opened up the driver side door. She was right, the keys were even in the ignition. She hopped in and started it up, not realizing the walker from the back of the ambulance was coming toward her. It pushed its head through the hole that separated the front and back of the ambulance, then took a large bite into the back of Gwen's neck. She screamed and fumbled with the buttons, accidentally turning on the emergency lights and sirens. All of the undead turned their attention toward them.
"Gwen!!" Kenjen yelled in horror as he watched the walker from the back rip a piece of Gwen's neck off. Gwen managed to stab the attacker with her knife to take it out, however she could feel the infection already coursing through her veins. Kenjen had no choice but to leave her, and so he ran to attempt another of the parked ambulances nearby.
Gwen then closed herself in the vehicle and took off, leading herself and the horde away from the others. One last attempt to help people, but it was only seconds later that she lost control of her feelings and senses. The only thing she could feel was the intense pain of her ripped flesh at her neck. Her insides felt like they were exploding, and all she could do was lay across the seat and turn.
Right when they were about to reach the start of the trees, Lucy screamed in horror. She had taken out two of the walkers, but a third came out from her view and sunk its teeth deep into her right forearm. She shoved the thing off of her and sunk her knife deep into its skull, falling over to the ground with it as she did the motion.
Dallen hacked a walker's head off with his axe, then sliced another down as he witnessed Lucy go down. She was now on her knees, looking up to him from a distance with a few walkers in between them.
"Dallen, I..." Lucy started, but they swarmed her. She was taken to the dirt as numerous walker's tore her apart, ripping at her flesh and tearing off her limbs one after the other. She hardly had any time to scream, as her throat was ripped from her early on.
Dallen stopped and stared, almost running over to her to attempt to help. It happened so fast, just like that she was turned into nothing. The attention of the walkers turned to her corpse, and the sounds coming from the ambulance in the parking lot. Dallen almost felt stuck in place, but within seconds he kicked back into it and kept moving toward the trees. Turning to his side he could see that Elizabeth was the only one left with him, though they weren't exactly out of it yet either. There were still a small group of hungry walkers moving toward them, the rain still pounding down on all.
"We have to fight!" Dallen shouted. He tore off his sheet of guts and raised his axe as they approached. One after the other, he swung hard, clean shots at all of their heads. He took the heads clean off of the first three, then started slashing and pushing until they dwindled in numbers. "Come on!" He ran up the hill and into the tall trees, taking out any other walkers nearby.
By the end of it, only the two of them stood there atop the hill in the forest, looking back at the chaos they just left behind. Still, they weren't out of it. Groups of the undead still pursued them, but the rain caused the ground to turn into a thick, muddy paste. It helped keep a majority of the dead back from climbing the hill.
"Look!" Dallen pointed toward the large lot of the hospital. An ambulance drove through the undead and headed up to the road that went deeper into the mountains. Dallen quickly flagged the driver down, unsure of who was inside.
"Get in!" Kenjen yelled, and so they did. They piled into the front together and sped off as fast as the ambulance would take them.
No words needed to be said, as they all knew that the other two didn't make it. It wasn't the time to talk about it, it was time to keep moving.
"That horde might head after us, all the way back to the ranger station," Kenjen pointed out. "We can't stay there anymore."
Dallen said nothing, all he could think about was Lucy and Gwen. How they were just killed. His daughter. Everyone was dying around him, and he felt cold to it all. Finally, after a long beat, he replied, "We head north, the cold might slow them down."
Kenjen nodded, but couldn't stop thinking of the deaths they just witnessed either. Poor Gwen, he thought. They had lost two, but they still managed to retain all three of their medical bags filled with medicines. A harsh price to pay, but it opened his eyes on what the world was like now.
Dallen tried to hold it in, but tears started to run down his face. He buried his head in his hand as they drove down the long, dark road. When they finally reached the ranger station's area, the sky again seemed to change. The storm still raged on, but within it, at the top of the peak where the station was, a fog loomed. Lightning crackled all around, turning what was once day into the dark of night. The fog appeared to be a radiation storm, similar to the one that haunted the city of Mecha at the start of all this.
"I got a bad feeling about this," Kenjen stated.
And also, get an avatar woman!
Well I think that scared him off lol. I blame this solely on you moonfaerie!
"Relax," Dallen said to Gwen, who seemed to be going in and out of shock. Dallen could see the poor girl was absolutely terrified. She may have been a runner, but she was lucky enough so far as to not come across the undead. The idea of coming along seemed courageous as words, but everything changed when a horde was after you. "You're going to be fine. Put these on." He handed her a surgical mask to cover her mouth with. "Only use your gun if you have to, aim for the head."
Dallen pulled out his glock and readied himself by the door. He paused and listened to the footsteps on the outside, which were faint and few.
"What, we're going out there!?" Gwen asked as she slid the mask on her face. "Are you insane?"
"The main entrance is breached," he responded. "Soon, these halls will be flooded with them. We head to the south entrance, try to find the others on the way."
"And what if that's full of the dead, too?"
"Then we find a room and wait it out, stay close," he said.
"What are you, military?" Gwen wondered. "A cop?"
"Lawyer."
He opened the door and they moved out.
...
Kenjen tried to reach the others via radio, but all he received back was static. The trio made their way toward the middle of the hospital, where all signs led to nowhere. The only thing they could do was go up, but once they reached the top there would be no way out. Still Kenjen was optimistic.
"If we lock ourselves in the cafeteria, at least we'll have food for awhile," he said, as the three of them ran down hall after hall until they were all lost. The hospital was massive and was built like a giant labyrinth.
The grunt and moan of a walker sounded off just down the hall, in the pitch black. Kenjen froze in place, realizing just how close it was. Then, suddenly, something attacked the walker. The thud of it falling to the ground was the last thing heard, until Dallen and Gwen came out from the shadows.
"Dallen!" Lucy said with a deep sigh. "That asshole Blake left us all!"
"He was probably terrified," Gwen stated, as she was herself. Though she still wasn't sure why she just stuck up for him. "We all are."
The glass from the entrance finally broke in, and the undead were now on the inside at both the north and south entrances of the building. The dead ran through the halls mindlessly seeking out human flesh.
"The cafeteria?" Kenjen added a destination.
"Yeah, help me drag this corpse," Dallen said, walking over to the walker and grabbing its arms to pull it.
"What...?" Kenjen started.
"Just do it," Dallen said.
Lucy and Gwen closed the security gates of the cafeteria once they entered it, as Dallen and Kenjen carried the walker in with them. Elizabeth was tasked in bringing the bed sheets, the gloves and masks, and to cut head-holes in each sheet for them to wear. Lucy and Gwen joined in helping her once the gate was securely shut.
"What exactly are we doing?" Kenjen asked as he stared down at the corpse he just helped carry in, trying his best not to gag from the sight of it.
"We should wait until morning, the dead will start to disperse if they can't find us by then," Dallen said. "Then we cover ourselves in guts, and walk out of here."
"Oh really just that simple then," Kenjen added.
"Yeah, really," Dallen said. "It masks our smell. I've done it before. We just, have to wait this out. The less of them out there, the easier it will be." He lit up a cigarette and chose a corner to sit down at. He was already sure that everything would work out.
"I hope you're right, mister," Kenjen said and took a corner of his own.
Dallen rested his head against the wall as Lucy came up and sat next to him. She said no words, and just layed her head against his shoulder while holding his free hand. It was her way of telling him that she would follow him no matter what.
"Everyone get some rest," Dallen ended with.
Dallen pulled out his glock and readied himself by the door. He paused and listened to the footsteps on the outside, which were faint and few.
"What, we're going out there!?" Gwen asked as she slid the mask on her face. "Are you insane?"
"The main entrance is breached," he responded. "Soon, these halls will be flooded with them. We head to the south entrance, try to find the others on the way."
"And what if that's full of the dead, too?"
"Then we find a room and wait it out, stay close," he said.
"What are you, military?" Gwen wondered. "A cop?"
"Lawyer."
He opened the door and they moved out.
...
Kenjen tried to reach the others via radio, but all he received back was static. The trio made their way toward the middle of the hospital, where all signs led to nowhere. The only thing they could do was go up, but once they reached the top there would be no way out. Still Kenjen was optimistic.
"If we lock ourselves in the cafeteria, at least we'll have food for awhile," he said, as the three of them ran down hall after hall until they were all lost. The hospital was massive and was built like a giant labyrinth.
The grunt and moan of a walker sounded off just down the hall, in the pitch black. Kenjen froze in place, realizing just how close it was. Then, suddenly, something attacked the walker. The thud of it falling to the ground was the last thing heard, until Dallen and Gwen came out from the shadows.
"Dallen!" Lucy said with a deep sigh. "That asshole Blake left us all!"
"He was probably terrified," Gwen stated, as she was herself. Though she still wasn't sure why she just stuck up for him. "We all are."
The glass from the entrance finally broke in, and the undead were now on the inside at both the north and south entrances of the building. The dead ran through the halls mindlessly seeking out human flesh.
"The cafeteria?" Kenjen added a destination.
"Yeah, help me drag this corpse," Dallen said, walking over to the walker and grabbing its arms to pull it.
"What...?" Kenjen started.
"Just do it," Dallen said.
Lucy and Gwen closed the security gates of the cafeteria once they entered it, as Dallen and Kenjen carried the walker in with them. Elizabeth was tasked in bringing the bed sheets, the gloves and masks, and to cut head-holes in each sheet for them to wear. Lucy and Gwen joined in helping her once the gate was securely shut.
"What exactly are we doing?" Kenjen asked as he stared down at the corpse he just helped carry in, trying his best not to gag from the sight of it.
"We should wait until morning, the dead will start to disperse if they can't find us by then," Dallen said. "Then we cover ourselves in guts, and walk out of here."
"Oh really just that simple then," Kenjen added.
"Yeah, really," Dallen said. "It masks our smell. I've done it before. We just, have to wait this out. The less of them out there, the easier it will be." He lit up a cigarette and chose a corner to sit down at. He was already sure that everything would work out.
"I hope you're right, mister," Kenjen said and took a corner of his own.
Dallen rested his head against the wall as Lucy came up and sat next to him. She said no words, and just layed her head against his shoulder while holding his free hand. It was her way of telling him that she would follow him no matter what.
"Everyone get some rest," Dallen ended with.
Oh yea forgot, you might see a lot of me stealing from other zombie or horror related things. I like to think of them as eastereggs, but a lot are because I'm too unoriginal lol. So if I can't think of an idea, I'll rip something off. We're all about plagerism over here!
Edit: just joking! XD
Edit: just joking! XD
@bazmund
Yeah, so that's really it. Just a name for your character and a faclaim, which is a famous person that's playing your character. For example dallen is keanu Reeves. Tell me those 2 things in the ooc, and I'll add you to the character list. That's it. We're real lazy rpers over here lol.
The rules are basically the same for every other rp. We're basically making it all up on the fly. If you leave without word your character becomes an npc that can eventually be killed off.
For now, both our main characters are in some serious Shit, so I'd say hold off on jumping in that storyline at least until i post next, cause I really don't even know what I'm gonna do yet. The rest of our group is at the ranger station, which we will eventually get back to.
If you want to make a detailed character sheet, by all means go ahead. I'm not against reading them I'm just to lazy to make them. But if you do, post it all in ooc. Can't think of anything else at the moment...
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