Ren
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Post by Ren on May 31, 2009 23:09:23 GMT -5
Conyer pulled hard on her arms, trying to pull her up. He'd never been good at gym or physical activity or anything like that. He felt his fingers slipping slightly, but he tightened his grip and pulled hard. Slowly, he felt his efforts paying off, moving from his knees to one foot as he raised her higher off of the floor below. He opened his eyes, not realizing that he'd ever closed them, and looked down at her, a slight movement from the corner of the hole below him catching his attention.
His eyes darted to the side, watching the hole slightly as he struggled to pull her from the hole faster. His breath hitched in his throat and he immediately started panicking. "Milena...grab my wrists...and don't look down..." He couldn't help but let his eyes dart back to the corner of the hole, now seeing almost an entire rotting figure stumbling toward her legs.
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Post by Skynet on Jun 1, 2009 18:29:00 GMT -5
Unaware of what was going on beneath her, Milena grabbed frantically for Conyer's wrists so that he could get a better grip. She took a deep breath, trying to stop the panicked animal noises that were coming from her throat. Gotta get through the pain. Coach would kick my butt right now. Sucking in her already-flat stomach until it was almost concave, she tensed her biceps, ignoring the searing pain as her skin scraped and tore on the rough boards. She counted to three and then pulled herself up in one mighty heave.
Gasping and sobbing, she fell into Conyer's arms. She wrapped her arms tight around him and buried her face in his chest. For some reason, it felt like it was OK to cry on him, although normally she was averse to showing weakness. Maybe it was only the stress of the situation that had pushed them together. She didn't know and she didn't care. There was only so much a girl could handle.
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Post by Ren on Jun 1, 2009 22:03:49 GMT -5
His arms felt like they were tearing as Conyer pulled Milena the rest of the way up out of the hole. As soon as she was safe and she fell against him, his arms instinctivly moved around her, holding her shoulders gently as he looked down through the hole as the zombie passed by, as if they'd never been there. He could feel his heart still beating hard in his chest, slowly returning to normal as she cried against him.
After a few moments of quietly sitting there, letting her cry, the crying of the baby returned to his ears and he turned as much as he could with her weight still on him. "Let's get the kid and get out of here..."
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Post by Skynet on Jun 1, 2009 22:15:34 GMT -5
Milena lifted the hem of her shirt and wiped her nose on it. I must look a damn mess. She was really disappointed and more than a little embarrassed when Conyer started to push her away. He was right though, they needed to get out of here. And she needed to be strong for whatever lay ahead. She would simply stop thinking about silly boys and focus all her attention on survival.
Although her sides stung every time her clothing touched her skin, she moved again toward the baby, giving the hole a wide berth. She picked up the little creature in her arms and cooed wordlessly to it. Then she walked back toward Conyer, head held high. “Where are we going?” she asked.
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Post by Ren on Jun 3, 2009 8:41:41 GMT -5
He watched Milena go over to the baby, recovering himself and testing the floor around him for any weakness so they didn't have a repeat of the last struggle. Conyer's shoulders shrugged slightly at her question, watching her return. "I think they've gotten into the house, but we have to make it back downstairs. My computer's down there, as well as all the food." He took in a deep breath as he thought.
"We need to start by making some sort of way to carry the baby, so you can run and fight or whatever, before we go down." He looked around, still paranoid about the floor boards, and headed carefully over to the wardrobe, opening it and shuffling through the clothes that were still in it. He pulled out a sweatshirt, considering it for a moment and keeping it out before looking through the rest of the drawers, finally finding a bed sheet in the bottom drawer. He headed back over to her with the sheet. "If I tie this right, I should be able to make a back carrier...you'll have to bend over and put it face down on your back..."
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Post by Skynet on Jun 3, 2009 19:11:21 GMT -5
Milena nodded her assent and crouched with her arms out to the side so that Conyer could tie the sling around her. “Just...watch out for my sides, OK?” she said softly. She bit her lip until she could almost taste blood in order to keep from crying again. She had already made a fool of herself by losing control once; it would not happen again.
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Post by Ren on Jun 4, 2009 7:54:45 GMT -5
Conyer nodded and put the blanket on her, tying it so that the ends could support the child's weight and making sure that it didn't touch her sides as much as possible. He had blushed brightly when he crossed the ends of the blanket across her chest, and hoped she couldn't see it in the dark. After tying it, he stood again.
"Alright, so we have to make it downstairs to get our stuff, and then get out of here..." He carefully moved across the attic, grabbing his shovel and looking at her for confirmation. "Are we going to have a plan?"
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Post by Skynet on Jun 4, 2009 17:59:20 GMT -5
Conyer's question didn't process for a few seconds. Milena was too busy frowning and shifting her weight. She did not like the off-balance feeling of having an extra body tied to her back. Not to mention she was a little afraid the baby would pee on her. Its diaper was already pretty soggy. She wished they could change it before they went downstairs, but of course all the baby supplies would be down there with the rest of the food...
Speaking of off-balance feelings...There was also the fact that she was still unsettled by Conyer's nearness when he tied the sling around her. Her stomach had filled with ominous butterflies. Milena shut her eyes for a second. She wished she had at least a little experience in the boy department, but of course she had never had a boyfriend or even been around boys much. Who had time for that, when you had to train six hours a day? She didn't know why all of a sudden she was being stupid like this. If she were any other girl she'd be able to ignore these feelings, or at least deal with them. Or be able to flirt or something! Dammit. Now she was angry again.
Finally Conyer's question sunk in. And that led to a whole new uncertainty. Milena Baronova did not make decisions. Maybe it was because she was used to obeying her parents and her coach, or maybe it was because she was so small that she got overlooked everywhere except the gymnastics floor. People didn't usually ask her opinion.
“Hmm...I think we need to find a different house to stay in.” she said after a moment. “Someplace where there aren't any zombies.”
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Post by Ren on Jun 5, 2009 9:48:54 GMT -5
Conyer watched her as she thought, or what he thought was thinking, about the question. After Melina's reply, he thought for a moment, before smiling slightly. "We could find an apartment building. If we could block the stairs at a low level, we should be fine for a while." He watched her reaction before turning and heading toward the stairs, grabbing his shovel again along the way. "When we get down there, if...you can fend them of for a few minutes, I can grab all of the food and stuff...then we can run."
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Post by Skynet on Jun 5, 2009 21:13:53 GMT -5
Milena placed a hand on Conyer's arm. “My duffel bag is still on the counter,” she murmured. She tightened the knots around her front and then, without another word, dropped through the attic door. She landed in a catlike crouch and took off running toward the living room. Hopefully this would buy Conyer enough time to get into and out of the kitchen unnoticed...
The baby started to wail again. If the zombies hadn't heard them before, they would now.
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Post by Ren on Jun 8, 2009 13:57:23 GMT -5
"I'll be sure to grab it..." Conyer nodded at her, following Milena down the ladder, being more careful about the rungs, he didn't like heights. Reaching the floor, he gathered the shovel in both hands, heading down the stairs to the kitchen. Reaching the bottom step, he looked around slowly, wondering how long until he'd be seen. Thankfully, all of the zombies were staring up at the ceiling staring as if the baby were there.
Slowly, Conyer moved across the room toward the counter, reaching out for the duffel bag, sliding it on his shouder slowly, trying not to make any noise with the cans. After grabbing that bag, he slowly unplugged the computer and put it into his book bag, the plug still attached to the laptop. He threw that bag onto his back quicker, thinking about how to signal Milena to hurry. After a moment he slowly made his way to the door, almost on hands and knees, trying to stay away from the zombies.
At the front door, he turned, knowing this would quickly cause an alarm with the zombies, but he had to do what he could. He hurried out to the yard, looking around at the other walking corpses around him before yelling out. "Milena! Come on!"
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Post by Skynet on Jun 8, 2009 18:28:41 GMT -5
Milena was frozen, fingers pinched over the infant's nose like she had heard somewhere that Native Americans used to do to keep them from crying. The living room was an eerie, formal room with stiff furniture and gauzy white curtains that billowed in the nighttime breeze. She saw a stiff silhouette make its way past the window. Oh please oh please oh please, she thought, eyes wide open. As soon as the figure had passed, she dropped and rolled under the satiny damask love seat. It wasn't much of a hiding place.
The figure turned and came back, this time stopping directly in front of the window. Milena held her breath, although she was pretty sure the things hunted by scent. It reached a spectral bony arm through the window and unhooked the latch.
“Fuck you!” yelled Milena at the top of her lungs and scrambled from under the couch. It was the first time she had ever cursed in her life. She lifted her leg up high and stomped on the creature's hand as hard as she could. It howled in pain and swiped at her. She slammed the window shut on top of its hand, trapping it where it was, and then she shook her fist at it and waggled her hips in a victory dance.
At that moment, an answering roar arose from somewhere in the house, and an even louder one from outside. The zombie (her zombie, she thought) looked at her with an evil gleam in its empty eyesocket. It opened its rotting mouth, but instead of roaring at her, words came out. “Hey baby girl, where are you going?” it rasped. Then the creature raised its head and shrieked, “Come to me!!!”
Oh, no, Milena thought, and ran for her life. She collided with Conyer just inside the kitchen door. “We gotta run,” she gasped, snatching his arm. “There's a Lord out there.”
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Post by Ren on Jun 11, 2009 13:15:16 GMT -5
Conyer turned to run with her when she grabbed his arm. "We...we don't even know where we're going..." He tried to keep up with her but ended up only stumbling behind her, the two bags throwing him off balance as they hit his back, and his legs not entirely fit for running like that. "Go for the apartments..." His lungs were already on fire and they hadn't even gotten down the street yet.
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Post by Skynet on Jun 12, 2009 17:52:34 GMT -5
Despite her petite build and short legs and the twenty-pound infant that was strapped to her back, Milena was a fast runner. She darted down the driveway and hung a quick left where the cement met the asphalt. That was the girl's undoing... She skidded out, palms slamming hard into the rough ground. Stifling a cry of pain, she scrabbled back to her feet. Her momentum was rapidly regained, however, and she continued her dash down the road. The baby, miraculously, stayed silent. Irrationally, she thought that maybe it was dead, but the warmth of its soft little body and the tiny heartbeat proved the contrary.
Suddenly Milena stopped short, veering behind a brick mailbox and sliding to another abrupt halt. She rested her forehead on the warm brick. Where was Conyer? She delicately stuck hr head out from behind the box so that she could see down the street.
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Post by Ren on Jun 14, 2009 22:09:54 GMT -5
Conyer followed Milena as well as he could, finally having to stop and catch a breath, his chest burning. He veered behind a car, having to sit for a moment, trying to catch his breath, and leaning against the car. He panted, leaning up slightly and trying to look through one of the windows, trying to see back down the street, watching for any sign of any undead.
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