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Post by Skynet on Jun 14, 2009 23:04:29 GMT -5
Milena peeked out from behind the mailbox and huffed in annoyance. OK, so her companion wasn't the most athletic person ever, but he was sort of tall and lanky and that was a good start for a runner's body, right? And weren't men supposed to be big and strong anyways? At any rate, it was clear that she and Conyer weren't going to make it that far on foot. What they needed to do was find a house with locks they could pick, with windows that were intact and could be barricaded. And the house whose driveway she was squatting in was a good candidate...
She waved at Conyer, willing him to hurry, and darted up the driveway.
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Post by Ren on Jun 16, 2009 8:08:16 GMT -5
Conyer turned to look at Milena after a moment of watching back down the street, nodding at her wave and watching her run up the driveway. Slowly, he got to his feet, ducking still so that if anything was down the street they couldn't really see him. He took one final deep breath and ran for the driveway, huffing and puffing the entire way. He reached for the door, turning the knob but finding it locked. "C...can...you pick...it?" His breath came in wheezes, he'd never had asthma, but it felt like he did now.
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Post by Skynet on Jun 16, 2009 19:45:07 GMT -5
“You're the smart one, can't you do it?” asked Milena, and immediately felt bad for giving him a hard time. It wasn't deliberate, it just happened. She pulled a bobby pin out of her bun and shook her hair into a cascade of blonde tangles. Biting her lower lip in concentration, she maneuvered the pin into the keyhole.
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Post by Ren on Jun 18, 2009 20:37:35 GMT -5
"I could do it if I had time to look it up first...." Conyer shrugged slightly, watching Milena pick the lock, looking around quickly and nervously. "H...hurry....they're coming..." He watched the zombies moving toward them, starting to shake, already almost terrified.
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Post by Skynet on Jun 20, 2009 23:06:32 GMT -5
“Can you please not do that?” Milena begged. “I need to concentrate.” The baby let out a whimpering sigh. It wanted to be changed and cuddled and fed, and Milena felt sorry for it, but she really didn't need to be distracted right now... FINALLY!
The knob turned with a soft click. Milena slipped through the crack and beckoned to Conyer. She couldn't help but beam triumphantly. “Barricade that,” she ordered. The words felt funny in her mouth. Milena Baronova... totally taking charge! Who would have thought? She pirouetted with a giddy giggle and then dashed to the sofa.
Shoving with all her might, she managed to budge the thing only a few inches. “Well, poo to you,” she grumbled, and waited for Conyer to help her move the beast of a couch.
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Post by Ren on Jun 22, 2009 8:46:38 GMT -5
Conyer moved through the open door when he had the chance, shutting it and locking the deadbolt behind them. He then moved to the couch, and shoved his shoulder into it, much like his father had taught him when he was trying to get the young boy to help around the house. He tried not to think about his parents, but the action had started the memories flowing and he found tears coming to his eyes. He blinked them away and shoved harder, the couch finally moving against the door and blocking anything's way in.
After the hard work of moving the couch, he jumped over the arm and relaxed on the plush pillows, finally able to take a full breath. Slowly, he stood again, looking at Milena. "You...take care of the baby, I guess, and I'll go barricade the other doors and windows..." He hated that he sounded so unsure of himself when giving orders, but he knew that he'd be useless when it came to taking care of a baby.
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Post by Skynet on Jun 22, 2009 17:24:36 GMT -5
Milena scowled. “I don't know jack about babies,” she muttered grumpily, but Conyer was already gone. So Milena made her way to the master bedroom and shoved an armchair in front of the door. She then set the baby down on the flowered comforter. “You don't have a name, do you, little man?”
Of course, she had no way of knowing if the infant had a name or not. “Sasha? Alexei?” she mused aloud as she stripped off the child's diaper. Or how about a more American-sounding name: “Billy...Sam...Jacob...Peter...”
At “Peter”, the little boy cooed and kicked his legs. Then, free of his diaper, he released a stream of urine into the air. “EW!” Milena yelled, and dodged just in time. Then, “Haha, Peter...” she giggled. That was strangely good timing. Of course, it would have been better if it were the name Dick. Or River... She wondered briefly if it was legal to name a kid “Pisser”.
Suddenly she had it. “You're going to be Hunter,” she whispered into the baby's ear. “Because you're going to hunt zombies, and you'll be the best there is.” She deftly maneuvered him into a clean diaper so that he wouldn't surprise her again, and then she sat down to wait for Conyer.
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Post by Ren on Jun 22, 2009 17:53:11 GMT -5
Conyer moved around the house, making sure that windows were locked, slowly moving bookshelves in front of a few. At the doors, he used the dining room chairs, blocking the handles from being opened. Finally, he made his way to the master bedroom as well, knocking on the door when he found it blocked. "Milena, it's all clear. I don't know how long we can stay here though...there's no electricity and the kitchen already smells pretty bad...if there was a Lord out there, he has to know we're here..."
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Post by Skynet on Jun 22, 2009 18:43:16 GMT -5
Milena pouted. If Conyer hadn't been puffing like an old woman, they wouldn't be here; they'd be much further down the road. Ske kicked the chair away from the door. “I'm tired,” she said. “Hunter's tired. I want to stay here for the night at least.” To emphasize her point, she sat down on the bed and folded her arms across her chest.
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Post by Ren on Jun 22, 2009 22:39:26 GMT -5
Conyer jumped slightly at her harsh tone, not knowing what he'd done to upset her. "I...I'll go keep look out for a few hours then?" He slowly made his way out of the room, shaking his head slightly as he moved down the hall to the living room. He grabbed his bag from the couch that was blocking the front door, taking it's place and pulling his laptop out, typing away on it slowly. After charging it earlier, he had at least two hours to spare, and he wanted to make the best of it.
He spent the next few hours there, looking at pdfs of survival manuals he'd downloaded when he was alone in the house with his mother and typing out his normal journals of days events, in case something happened to him. After sitting there for the two hours, he saved his journal just in time for the computer to shut down, and then all he had to do was wait.
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Post by Skynet on Jun 24, 2009 0:16:23 GMT -5
Milena discarded her jeans and clambered onto the giant bed, curling protectively around Hunter. She soon fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
[[haha sorry that's all I got right now...]]
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Post by Ren on Jun 25, 2009 8:54:54 GMT -5
After a few hours of sitting in darkness, Conyer stood, going over to one window that he hadn't entirely covered, and looked out. The sun was just rising and it gave the sky a slight reddish hue. He could still see the menacing figures silhouetted by the oncoming light, surrounding the house and yard. The light would mean it would be harder for them to travel, but it would be easier and safer. He headed back to the bedroom, knocking on the door lightly. "Milena...it's been about four hours...we should go soon..."
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Post by Skynet on Jun 25, 2009 20:21:37 GMT -5
Milena rolled over slowly and sprawled across the bed. She luxuriated in the stretch like a cat after its nap. Her eyes refused to open, even if she did hear a voice off in the distance...
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Post by Ren on Jun 26, 2009 9:24:30 GMT -5
Conyer knocked slightly harder on the door. He didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention if he didn't have to. "Milena...."
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Post by Skynet on Jul 1, 2009 17:56:25 GMT -5
"Go AWAY," she grumbled. She refused to wake up unless there was food involved.
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