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Post by Cloud on Mar 30, 2013 1:02:05 GMT -5
"Guns and shooting huh?" He twirled the liquid in the cup. "You really are a jewel." He smiles. "I'll make a deal with you Emma," He starts, finishing off his drink.
"I'll teach you, and hell, I'll even give you my 12 gauge if you stay as my companion." Walking in the wasteland of a modern society had proved to be boring and quit lonely. He needed someone to have as a partner, even if it wasn't for too long.
"Of course you're free to turn it down, I'm not exactly acting you to marry me or anything silly like that." Realizing how rude he sounded, he quickly attempted to correct himself.
"Not that I wouldn't marry you or anything, it's just that-" He stops himself. "It's lonely out there, you know?"
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Mar 30, 2013 1:58:03 GMT -5
'....did he just...whatever...just breathe....How old is this guy anyway?...How long does he plan on being here?... ', her thoughts trailed on. She didn't notice that she had been staring at him the whole time she was spaced out. When she finally snapped out of it, her eyes grew wide and her faced turned a bright shade of pink. "What?!" She screamed. She tried to hide her face and continue to eat her food.
It was quiet until she broke the silence by answering his past question. "It's a deal." She pauses. "You won't be alone anymore, okay? I'll watch your back as long as you watch mine. " She said brightly. Emma stuck her hand out to seal the deal.
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Post by Cloud on Mar 30, 2013 22:30:19 GMT -5
Cloud stood and smiled. "I'm glade to see we're on the same page here." He stood, taking his bowl to the kitchen, and cleaning it out with newspaper. He didn't know what exactly cause him to make such an unusual request. He had no real reason, no excuse if you will to do such a thing. It wasn't like him to ask someone like that, to link up with a civilian.
Still... he was doing it now, wasn't he?
"Emma, Meet me upstairs in a bit. I have something you'll want to see." He smiles at the thought.
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Mar 30, 2013 22:55:13 GMT -5
"Alright, sure thing." She said back. 'I wonder what he has to show me', she thought. She quickly finished up her soup and placed the bowl in the kitchen sink.
She started to head upstairs when Milo darted passed her up the stairs, startling her. "Milo!" She shouted. "Don't do that! You scared me half to death!" Milo looked down at her from the top of the stairs and meowed loudly. She smiled and began walking up the stairs. 'Why was Milo in such a hurry, anyway?' She gave up and continued walking up the stairs to as of now, Cloud's bedroom. Even though the door was open, Emma knocked on it anyway. "I'm here. You wanted to show me something?"
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Post by Cloud on Apr 2, 2013 12:00:46 GMT -5
Cloud smiled as she walked in, digging through her bag. He pointed a shotgun directly at her. "You know, I've been thinking..." He cocks the shotgun. "Why don't I just take the house and the food instead of sharing?" An evil smile arose on his face. "But then I was like, 'Nah'." He flipped the shotgun around, pointing to a name. "Remington Model 870. Pump action featuring dependability. Similar to the spaz, but with a pistol grip and shotgun clip for your fingers in case you become to nervous to reload one shell at a time." He hands her the shotgun. "The recoil is maintainable, but it's still hefty. Your first shot will be the hardest one, but after that you'll learn to maintain it. By the way, I never loaded it." Moving to the window, he pulled out a small box that he had stashed in the bag. "We're short on real ammunition so I have some shrapnel that you can practice. It's still lethal, but only to a certain distance. You can make them at home with metal scraps and a little bit of chemistry know-how." He handed her the shells as well, examining the value of them. He had made them himself, and even better it allowed the reuse of shells when ammo was rare and food was even worse. The town had turned to crap. "Also, here is some casings that should fit your handgun. It shoot metal shrapnel as well, but to a finer point. It's more like a sniper and holds high recoil even for me. I'm sure you can get used to it, but it's very effected if you aim it at the undead bastards head." He made a motion of shooting something in the head with a handgun. "I'll take you out for some real zombie shooting later, but remember that if you hesitate you could die. Someone won't always be there to help you. Sometimes, someone might actually be there to kill you." He hands her the ammunition. (How's that for a reply?)
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Apr 2, 2013 20:11:38 GMT -5
"I...I don't know what to say..." Emma paused. "Thank..you..."
She took the gun and nearly dropped it. "Is a gun normally this heavy?" She gasped. Once she got a good hold of it, she bowed and walked in her room and set it down on her bed. Before walking out of the room she glanced at the family portrait that sat next to her bed. She tried to pull herself away from the picture but she couldn't bring herself to it. She started to feel the lump in her throat and her knees started to feel weak. Emma ran out the room to only end up bumping into Cloud.
"I-I'm sorry..." Her voice sounded raspy and broken. Emma stood there for a moment. Unable to speak. Unable to move. 'He can't see me cry...I have to be strong...I need to be...' She thought.
"Excuse me." She said trying to pass through. Emma gently pushed him aside and made her way to the bathroom.
"Just breathe. Relax. You'll be fine. Breathe." She commanded herself. She looked up only to see the emotional wreck staring back at her. Emma quickly looked down to keep herself from crying.
"Just wash your face and you'll be fine." She told herself. Emma turned on the faucet only remembering that the water was shut off. "Ugh!" She kicked the sink with a grunt and sat on the toilet. She buried her hands in her face. "What do I do?", Emma muffled. "I can't go back out there...not like this..."
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Post by Cloud on Apr 3, 2013 8:18:38 GMT -5
Cloud shook the thought that something might be wrong, instead making his way down the stairs. The cat Milo was rubbing his head on the sides of the couch. He looks at the cat, trying to pet him. Milo only hissed and backed away. Rejected even by a cat. He smiled again.
He peaked out the window, looking at the revenged town. The Apocalypse at it's best, striking fear in the living and damnation among the dead. That's what he was always taught; life was no longer allowed to be born into such a place because survival couldn't support another generation. He had been told this 16 years before it even happens at a church sermon.
"The end is near..." He said allowed, before laughing to himself. "But what the hell is the end?"
Just then he heard a creak from the kitchen. He froze where he stood, taking a second to look around. Pure fear ran through him for that moment. Just then something had jumped out on him, causing him to fall frozen on the floor. He closed his eyes for the fall, doing a quick roll and keeping distance.
He sighed with relief when he noticed that it was just the cat.
"You know Milo, you really-"
Just then a loud screech split the silence he had started to grow fond of. "No..." There was a bashing of glass from the kitchen. "No... no!" he began to chant, running up the stairs.
"Emma!" He yelled.
Those weren't your normal undead heard... they were the mutated ones. Mutated and ready to eat.
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Apr 3, 2013 21:36:32 GMT -5
Emma looked up from her hands at the call. "What the hell?" Pissed off, she didn't bother trying to wipe her tears. She speed walked to the stairs. "WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?!", she screamed.
She could hear glass shattering. Piece by piece she put it together. Milo's hissing, the look on clouds face, even the growling coming from the kitchen. "No...not now!"
She ran mid way up the stairs. "Milo! Come here Milo!" He hissed at her and dashed to the kitchen. "Milo!! No!!"She chased after him into the kitchen and nearly collapsed at the sight. Rotting flesh, the discolored skin, the ooze seeping out of its skin, and the blood..the blood if a victim who was just trying to survive, all in one.
Milo was close to the window, hissing at it, trying to protect her. She kept her eye on it, and tried calling Milo again. "Milo..come here...come Milo.." She whispered. He ignored her and continued hissing.
'Plan B..'
Emma grabbed Milo and turned around to run, but some THING was holding her back. Emma took a glance back and saw the hand of the undead clinging to her dress. Emma looked to her left and saw the knife that was still on the counter, quickly, she grabbed it and stabbed the mutation in the arm. Nothing. It still kept its grip. Emma didn't know anything about the mutations, she never came in contact with one until now.
It yanked on her dress, bringing her closer to the window. Milo jumped out of her arms and ran away. "Cloud! Help me!" She screamed. She heard nothing back. The mutation pulled Emma through the window and onto the ground. Emma banged her head on the ground when she fell. She felt like she couldn't move. She felt dizzy and tired. The fall had given her a terrible pain in her wrist and back. It began walking towards her and fast. She crawled backwards on her good hand before bumping into something and stopping her. Before she could look up blood had dripped onto her shoulder from the mouth of the beast, soon that would be her blood...
"CLOUD!! CLOUD!!" Emma screamed as loud as she could.
Nothing.
'I'm alone...and no one can help me now...Alone..'
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Post by Cloud on Apr 5, 2013 8:20:34 GMT -5
Cloud jumps from the stairs above, sliding down the railing and shooting a buckshot shell. As the zombie collapsed, he sighed.
"Be careful and always carry a gun with you. We'll make the rule number one." He smiled at her, extending his hand to help her up. He handed her the handgun and shotgun. "You see, I don't really need that stuff when I have my favorite M16 around, you know?" He scratched his head.
Another moan erupted the silence. He froze again, this time looking behind him. The zombie had risen, despite its missing head. The blood had begun to spill on he floor from its wounds, but it wasn't phased in the least. He stood staring at it for a moment, in horror that what he had just done had only tickled the beast.
"Emma..." He grabbed her hand for a second. "When you come in contact with these nasty fuckers..." He allowed his hand to pull a hidden blade from his sleeve. "You run." He started to back her up, keeping the zombie at a safe distance.
He forced himself forward, lodging the zombies arm with a knife. It had begun to spit blood from it's neck, trying to infect him from direct contact to the inside body. He looked away, pulling out his knife and jabbing the zombie in the heart that seemed to still be animatedly beating. It slowed, and then stopped completely.
"We have to get out of here. It's only but a few minutes before we have more of these guys." He twisted his knife in his hands, wiping it with a cloth and slipping it back inside of his sleeve.
"Meaning we have to go now."
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Apr 5, 2013 18:52:11 GMT -5
Without hesitation Emma ran back into the house to grab a few things. She went into her room and began stuffing items into a backpack she kept under her bed. "Some clothes, first aid, food, and...." She looked up at the family portrait that rested on a nightstand and carefully placed it in the bag.
She ran back down stairs and rummaged through the drawers in the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife she could find. Emma called Milo. Milo came walking down the steps and over to her. She picked him up and started scratching under his chin. He purred happily. "Don't do that anymore okay, Milo?" He looked up at her with his glowing green eyes and purred. She smiled because she knew he could understand her.
"Cloud!" She called. "I packed everything." She looked down at the shotgun Cloud had handed her and smiled. 'I hope I know how to aim..' She thought. "Cloud come on before more show up!" Her patience was wearing thin. She only wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. She didn't want to relive the horror of almost being eaten alive. "Cloud!" She called again. "Let's go!"
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Post by Cloud on Apr 6, 2013 14:52:19 GMT -5
He looked one more time at the zombie that now lay on the floor, still twitching. "Right..." Just then he found himself running up the stairs to grab his bag, then grabbing Emma's hand, running out the door.
"Keep your footsteps light."
(By the way Angelic, it is possible and perfectly fine to have a one line or one sentence reply.)
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Apr 6, 2013 16:16:51 GMT -5
She nodded though it was too dark for him to notice. "W-where are we going?" She whispered lightly.
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Post by Cloud on Apr 6, 2013 16:51:10 GMT -5
"My shed. We're grabbing a few things before we hit the road." He tugged her along. Personal relationships and connections to people was what normally got other killed. It was strange to think that he was doing the very thing that he was against for so long. It was too late now anyway.
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Apr 6, 2013 17:57:34 GMT -5
"Oh..." She said. Emma looked up at the moon, it was full and shining bright. She looked down at Milo, who was happily trotting beside her. She looked back up at the moon. "Isn't it pretty?" She said breaking the silence.
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Post by Cloud on Apr 6, 2013 23:34:48 GMT -5
"Pretty, but fake." He continued to move, hearing a moan at a distance. "Shit. They can smell the blood on my arm." he sighed, starting a light jog. "Light feet, remember."
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Apr 7, 2013 15:40:24 GMT -5
Emma jogged along side Cloud, keeping her steps light. She followed him past several destroyed houses and into a dark alley. 'What happened to all these people?' She thought to herself. "Are we almost there?" She said quietly.
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Post by Cloud on Apr 8, 2013 8:20:20 GMT -5
"I'd say yes, but lies aren't going to make our feet fly." He points to the gas station they had passed previously. His hearts skips another beat as he hears the distant tearing of flesh. This was the last place he wanted to be at night. All of these monsters, all of these fictional beings were driving his life to the near point of insanity.
As they walked, Cloud pointed to a small field that had been tainted with large amounts of wreckage, and a destroyed tank, covered in blood. He remembered when the outbreak had first started; no one knew what they were fighting. No one knew what they were going against. It was easy to think that the infection started in a lab of some sort, but it was obvious what had actually happened. Obvious to him at least.
He remembered that he had been holding Emma's hand and nervously let go, blushing slightly.
"My tent... it's over there." He said, smiling. "Once we get what we want, we'll decide what to do. Maybe we can rest up some too. It's a dangerous place, and we need a bath to get the smell off of us." He decided that not would be the time to give a lesson.
"You should know that some bee's kill themselves by planting things inside you for the other bees to attack. It's like calling in an airstrike with your last breath." Looking to his left, he pushed her along in the tent. "That's what the mutated ones do, except they spray you with their blood. No other Zombie does this, and I have come across several mutated ones to know that much."
(I don't need a long response, it's just a simple detail filler. Decide what you want to do and say, it doesn't really matter)
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Apr 8, 2013 19:41:45 GMT -5
"I never came in contact with any mutated zombie...well until today." She said. "Do you see anything? Are there any there?" Emma asked. She leaned forward to get a closer look, almost falling forward when she sees something. She catches herself and tries to hide. "I see one.." She whispers. "To your right and up ahead...You got anything with range in that bag of yours? You're gonna need it..." She said, her eyes still glued to the zombie.
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Post by Cloud on Apr 9, 2013 8:17:31 GMT -5
He smiled. "Do I look like a range kind of guy to you?" He whispered back. There was a rustle from his bag as he pulled out a larger barrel, and equipped it to the front of his M16 that he had kept inside the bad up until this point. Pulling out a clip of his rare "Cool" ammunition, he replaced it with his homemade "Scatter" rounds. "This here miss, it a suppressor. It takes a special kind of ammo to make it work, and for that I raided what was left of a gun store. It's a rare find when something like this happens, but three clips were stashed in the back." He looked back at his gun. "But this here M16 has been around with me since the Korean War." He took gentle aim, bringing his breaths to a stop, before firing. The only sound heard was the sound of the shell entering the zombie, and exiting off of the other side. "Remember; double tap." He fired one more into the head once the approached closer. "If you don't, you risk an encounter later. No one likes to have one zombie go warn all his friends." He dragged her to the tent, where he help open the curtain. Surrounded by weapons and ammunition, knives and even common accessories like circuits and wood. Only one dim light shown at the side of the ten from a florescent light at the right edge, casting more of a shadow than a light. "Go ahead and sit, I'll talk to you about what we're going to do next. I've been meaning to get out of this place since the outbreak started." He took a breath. "Besides, we're partners now." Partners... that kind of thing was only good for getting you killed. Subsonic Rounds and M16
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Apr 10, 2013 19:26:36 GMT -5
Emma smiled "Okay." She looked around the tent and was amazed by everything she saw. She felt like a kid in a candy store, wanting to touch everything. But she kept her eye on a rifle that looked familiar. She crawled over to it. "Model 42.." She mumbled to herself. Her father used to hunt with one just like it. He would set it some place high so Emma couldn't reach it, he knew about her fond of guns.
"Where did you find this?" She asked Cloud. She stroked the rifle slowly, bringing back painful memories.
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