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Post by Shiro on Jul 26, 2009 12:22:35 GMT -5
(Gray made this face -> :/ ... what is that called?) and turned away from them, "Times are hard... it's no use sitting around whining about that past when, honestly, at this point it's completely unimportant." He sat on the edge of the roof and looked out onto the dying city. A city he used to run in. He knew how to cover half of it without touching the road or the sidewalk and had been surviving like that for a while... but every now and then, a boy has to eat-- so he climbed down and got mixed in with these people.
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Post by Skynet on Jul 26, 2009 23:56:25 GMT -5
“If you don't know where you came from, then how you you know where you are going?” Ben said quizzically, and more to himself than to Gray. That's when he noticed the others clambering noisily up the stairs.
Silent and deadly as a viper, Ben thrust Gray behind him and whipped out his hunting knife. The light glinted off of the wicked-looking blade.
Zombies? People?
It was people. Ben breathed a sigh of relief. It was the two he had met before, and a woman he had not. The woman addressed Gray briefly. It was the doctor. He would keep an eye on her.
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Post by Ren on Jul 27, 2009 8:02:25 GMT -5
Neena jumped slightly when the man pulled out the knife before relaxing when he relaxed. She moved over to him, holding out her hand to shake his. "I'm Neena..."
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DJAtomika
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Post by DJAtomika on Jul 28, 2009 1:24:51 GMT -5
'Well, now that we've had a happy reunion, now what?'
Jak moved to a corner of the rooftop and sat down, pulling a cigarette from a pack of cigarettes he kept in his jeans pocket. He lit it and took a long drag from it, before exhaling the smoke away from the others.
It had been a while since he had seen life other than the rats that inhabited the city streets. Those infected things weren't life, they were the unlife. Undead, things that were supposed to be dead, but somehow kept alive via that weird serum that supposedly was to prevent aging, but had other effects instead. It hadn't been a blessing; it was a curse, a curse that doomed the city, and soon, other cities to follow. And, if the human race were extremely unlucky, the formula to the serum would somehow get leaked to the outside world. Total chaos would follow.
He sighed and took another drag from his cigarette. He had come here, after having rotten luck at finding survivors at the Planetarium. Before that was the city library, but that only held a lone survivor looking desperately for a lost sibling, like the father longing for the Prodigal Son to return. He still hoped poor Jim was alive, and that Naomi didn't meet a grisly fate.
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Post by Skynet on Jul 28, 2009 21:29:58 GMT -5
Ben nodded curtly at the...doctor...and ignored her outstretched hand. “Benjamen,” he grunted coldly.
He could remember all too well a room with stark white walls, being surrounded by doctors. Cold, ruthless beings who did not give a shit about anyone or anything. They created the elixir without any regard for how it would affect humanity. It was only by the grace of whatever God you happened to believe in (Ben personally didn't) that he had narrowly escaped becoming a guinea pig for the new strain.
Fuck em all. The doctors, the scientists, the politicians, everyone who had let this happen...
Ben crossed his arms, leaned back on the railing, and smirked at this particular doctor. He would break her. Whatever it took. He closed his eyes and leaned back a little, thinking. In the meantime, he decided, he would figure out where the tattooed dude got those cigarettes...
[[Duh duh DUHHH some serious shit is going to go down later :-) Love that drama.]]
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Sukhoi
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?Girl?s a mind-readin? genius, can?t even figure out how to eat an ice-planet.?
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Post by Sukhoi on Jul 29, 2009 17:33:47 GMT -5
Dmitriy frowned as the woman regrouped with them, then he frowned again as she yelled something about a leach. What ever that was. He kept an eye on the hall that the doctor had come from, looking for anything in particular.
"Something moves!" What it was he couldn't tell, it was keeping to the shadows. He followed the two back to the roof, keeping a wary eye on the fleeting shadow that kept just barely out of sight.
Finally he reached the ladder and took a chance, turning and scrambling up it as fast as possible. Like hell he was going to keep his back turned on whatever lurked below. A quick glance over his shoulder showed the others engaged in niceties. "Hello?" He waved a hand at them, "We let special monster up here to eat us, or we cover hole?" He laid eyes on a large dumpster like container. It would be heavy, but not overly so.
As Dmitriy waited for a response he kept his eyes, and the muzzle of his AK-74 trained into the semi-darkness below him.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 30, 2009 15:20:00 GMT -5
Gray turned and nodded to the foreigner, a smile slowly spreading across his lips. Now wasn't the time, but oh ho ho, he was going to have a field day making fun of that accent later. He turned from where he was at the edge of the building and walked over to the pilot, his bat swinging in his hand lazily with each step.
His mint green eyes met the other and he smirked, "You can't expect a pretty boy like me to help you move that alone..." He batted his eye lashes in Ben's direction and picked up his cheesiest southern accent, "Can you help little ol' me move that big ol' dumpstah right over here? ...To cover up this big ol' hole, a course."
He laughed and tapped his bat against his shoulder while moving toward the dumpster, "Guys, lets go... things gonna weigh a metric fuck ton."
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Post by DJAtomika on Jul 30, 2009 21:59:41 GMT -5
Jak stood up silently, still taking puffs now and then from the cigarette in his mouth. He moved behind the dumpster and leaned on it, watching the group with a raised eyebrow.
'Ya'll gonna help me or not?'
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Sukhoi
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?Girl?s a mind-readin? genius, can?t even figure out how to eat an ice-planet.?
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Post by Sukhoi on Jul 30, 2009 23:48:50 GMT -5
"Da, Da, Da. I help." Dmitriy gave Gray a curious look before adding his shoulder to the dumpster. "I just not want slinky ghoul come up and eat faces while we move trash, it could hurt." Despite his full effort being put into the dumpster, the pilot was still able to keep the rifle gripped tightly.
"Doc, you skinny, but you help us too maybe?" He looked at the meger distance the dumpster had moved. "I thinks we need the help."
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Post by Ren on Jul 30, 2009 23:49:56 GMT -5
Neena stepped forward slowly, moving behind the dumpster as well, ready to push it when the order was given. "Ready..." She leaned her shoulder and arm against the dumpster, the only way she saw to get enough leverage to do any good in the situation.
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Post by Skynet on Jul 31, 2009 1:09:44 GMT -5
Ben stood, arms folded, and watched the scene. He rapped his knuckles sharply on the side of the dumpster. “Ain't nothing in there, comrade,” he muttered. “No face-sucking ghoulies or things that go bump in the night...Oh, fuck.”
Yep, up until now Ben had forgotten his zombie friend. Damn it all to hell. For a second, he was tempted to leave it be and help with the dumpster. But what were the chances he'd be able to catch another Pauley? Deep in thought, Ben caressed the clove-and-cinnamon tealight that he used to disguise his scent.
It was probably stupid, but when he dreamed at all, Ben dreamed of being the one to find a cure... While the others were too occupied to do much protesting, he slipped into the dark space behind the dumpster and took a deep breath before beginning the descent back into the zombie-infested hell below them...
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Post by Shiro on Jul 31, 2009 14:44:26 GMT -5
Gray added his own effort to the dumpster and it slid across the pavement easily enough. Once it had moved a good eight or nine feet he stopped and pulled away from the hot metal surface and looked around for Ben.
"Wait, where did who's-he-called go?"
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Post by Skynet on Aug 7, 2009 0:40:49 GMT -5
Ben slunk through the mall alone. It reminded him now of a cavern, dark and cold and hollow. He paused briefly by the door of the Dicks, and then he entered, walking on his toes so as to keep from making noise.
Suddenly he heard a sound. A quiet, muffled sound, but a sound nevertheless. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," he hummed under his breath, turning and peering into the darkness, wishing his eyes would adjust...
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Post by DJAtomika on Aug 16, 2009 19:45:43 GMT -5
'His name's Ben. Haven't seen him.'
Jak stopped pushing and leaned against the side of the dumpster, panting and wiping perspiration from his forehead.
'If he's stupid enough to go down there again, I swear, I'll shoot him the moment I see a scratch on him.'
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Post by Skynet on Aug 31, 2009 9:55:21 GMT -5
It was too dark to see anything inside the store, so Ben tried to locate the sound by an exhaustive search. It was a good thing for him he knew how to move quietly...not so good for whatever was lurking in the darkness.
Ben's sharp ears honed in on the source, somewhere near the golfing gear. It breathed with short, sharp, panicked gasps, so he would have bet anything it wasn't a zombie.
"Hey, I don't bite," Ben said softly. The breaths stopped suddenly. A tiny pale face poked out from a wall of golf bags, and then Ben was knocked to the floor by about 95 pounds of flying girl.
"Oh thank God!" she shrilled into his ear. "You came to get me!" Ben tried to no avail to untangle her from his waist. This kid was like an octopus.
After about 5 minutes, she stepped back of her own accord, giving Ben a chance to surreptitiously check her over for bite marks. From her size and stature, the girl looked to be about twelve, from her angular face she looked to be about twenty. He placed her age at sixteen. After ascertaining that she was indeed clean, he looked at her, with recognition this time.
"I saw you on TV," he said. "About ten months ago." The girl nodded and blushed, looking at her feet.
"Well, come on," Ben said flatly. "I'm not in the habit of taking on strays, but I know where there's a party we can crash."
The girl looked at him hopefully, "You think they have food?"
"Well, I'll get you a pretzel or something on the way," Ben replied. The easiest way to make sure that nobody wanted to share your things was... well, not to share their things. Ben was damned if he'd ask for charity from a bunch of hoodlums he didn't even know, much less a...doctor. Ben sneered inwardly, then paused briefly in front of a ruined pretzel stand to stuff his pockets with glorious carbs.
When they finally made it back to the stairwell, Ben looked at the girl, whose name he couldn't quite remember, and nodded. She knocked softly on the closed and barricaded door...
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