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Post by Sage Amato on Mar 14, 2011 13:15:22 GMT -5
L O C K D O W N
Holy shit. Okay, okay. Zombies. Okay...WHAT?! What the hell! Here I am locked myself inside some lab room that, by the way, creaks like a freakin haunted house. You should see the amount of times I have jumped our cussed out loud because I thought there was a zombie in this room. Seriously, that's not okay. Get the floors fixed or something. Freakin cheap school...I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I finally stopped pacing and took a seat in the middle of the room. Hm, I wish I would have locked myself in a room with someone else. It's boring freakin out that the world is ending all by yourself. Hmm...idea! I got up and grabbed a notepad and a pen from the teacher's desk. I'm sure he won't mind. I sat back down in my seat and started to write. Note 1) Lock yourself in a room with other people - human preferably. I put the notepad in my pocket along with the pen. Okay..now what.
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Post by Celeste Brooke on Mar 16, 2011 12:49:30 GMT -5
I sat beneath the desk, hugging my knees against my chest, taking those deep breaths the school therapist always tells us to be in those stupid 'relaxation sessions'. I was freaking out, like seriously FREAKING OUT! It was only after a time that I heard a noice across the classroom. I froze, barely breathing as I heard footsteps approaching the desk. I waited for a moment before quietly peeking out beneath the bottom of the desk.
...call me stupid and all but he looked thankfully kind of...normal and more importantly not zombie like. Slowly and quietly I immerged from beneath the desk, deciding that I should probably have a weapon, I picked up the first thing on the desk that came to hand...in this case a stapler...I picked up a ruler too...just in case.
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Post by Semper Reijnder Capone on Mar 16, 2011 18:57:01 GMT -5
It's hard to comprehend that only a little while ago, I was standing behind the gates of the high school, attending classes with my friends. Things were going so well.... maybe. I can hardly remember all the "good" times that were before I... died... and turned into this... this... walking dead thing. One moment I was sitting in English, just trying to stay awake, and next thing I know I wake up lying on the floor, but it felt horribly awkward. Something had gone wrong, and, well, here I am today. I tried keeping track of the days but I lost count after about four. Why does it matter, anyway? Each day just melts into the next; I don't sleep, I don't breathe, I don't have to worry about going completely blind anymore, and all I ever feel is anger, confusion, and a dire craving for human flesh.
Which brings me to my next situation. After I had been "reborn," I went straight home and killed my family -- but not only that; I also ate them over the course of a week or so. I don't even know why! I hardly remember those days anyway.... all I can recall is a burning hatred and the horrifically strong desire to kill. Every time I think about my dead family, I get really confused; a whirling mix of sadness and passionate anger. And they tasted so good.... maybe I should go out to kill more peop-- no! I can't do that! I'm dead anyways, so why do I need to eat?
Standing out in front of the gate, my only good eye scanned the explosives that embellished the iron and the lock that seemed to be laughing at me from the protective shield of the bombs. Fucking lock. I snorted -- purely out of habit since I have no need to breathe -- and narrowed my eyes onto it, mentally daring it to keep laughing at me. 'I dare you... I fuckin' dare you t' keep laughin' at me, y' damn lock...' The shining silver glinted in the evening sunlight and I could swear I heard the faintest of giggles coming from the shitty piece of metal. A sudden, primitive-sounding growl escaped me as I clenched my fists tightly at my side, glaring icy daggers at the bastardly lock. Maybe I could just tear it off the bars and stomp on it... no, that would make the whole thing blow up. Maybe I could throw a rock at it; yeah, that seemed legitimate. I dropped my gaze to the ground and quickly searched, finding a large rock and picking it up. Turning back around and creeping towards the lock like a stalking predator, an abhorrent smile on my face.
"I told y' once t' stop doin' that..." I growled as I approached the gate. "I told y' t' stop 'n' what'd ya do? You crooked... shady.... fuckin' shitty piece of metal! I'm gonna tear ya off that damn gate 'n' break you into a hundred shards!"
I raised the rock and took a step forward to throw it, but something made me stop dead -- no pun intended -- in my tracks. If I threw it at the lock, the gate would blow up and kill me... again. Well, this sucked majorly. But hey, if I stood far enough back and threw it, maybe it could explode and I could get it. Oooh, fucking hell, that's an excellent idea!
Stepping back quite a bit, I held the rock tightly in my hands. "Goodbye, fucking lock." I growled, smirking. I reared back and slung the rock as hard as I could at the gate, quickly ducking my head down as it made contact. The explosion knocked me backwards and small shards of the gate peppered me, but other than that, everything was fine. When I looked back up, there was a hole in the gate just big enough for me to get through. Perfect! Just perfect! I grinning devilishly and darted over to the gate, squeezed my way through, and quickly ran to the school, searching every door until I found one that was unlocked. Don't want to be caught at the crime scene, eh? Might lead people to believe that I'm a zombie. Pfftt.
It's kind of strange to think that just a while ago I was walking these halls and everything was just fine. There was no living dead, no threat to national security, no nothing. Everything was normal. But now, well, I think you know what's wrong.
My only good eye searched the deserted halls; the scent of human was incredibly strong. They were here.... all I had to do was find them. I discreetly peered into each of the rooms, stopping when I saw two people in one of them. The dark haired one... I recognized him. Sage. My friend. The guy I had a man-crush on. I could feel the emptiness in my stomach nagging at me as I watched Sage and Celeste, I think her name is, as they seemed to be talking to one another. I kept myself so that I was hidden behind the door, but still able to see inside the room and watch the two, waiting for the perfect moment to try to break the door down and get to them and hopefully eat them. Fucking hell, I was starving....
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Post by amaie on Mar 16, 2011 19:40:49 GMT -5
Kyuui Watched the zombie, the first in her experience to show an inkling of intelligence. Her sparkling blue eyes looked down upon the demon as it picked up a rock, and not only used it as a projectile, but also didn't get incinerated by the explosives that were attached to said gate. Now she understood the trouble that the Brotherhood was having with these zombies. They were nothing like the Selenia infected dead. They were more like a computer with a one line command of EAT HUMANS... with no thought processes involved. She just hoped that they were as easy, or easier to kill, but she doubted it.
Kyuui took a small plastic vial from her pocket, then applied a drop just between her eyes, upon both sides of her neck, and between her breasts. Shinioi - Death Scent. It was a somewhat new product , meaning three hundred years old, developed by the brotherhood. This product was intended to remove the smell of humanity and make it's user smell like a corpse, hopefully rendering a zombie's nose useless against them. It wasn't conclusive that it really worked, but it was always worth a shot.
Kyuui slid from behind the tree as the zombie stood and darted within the building, following as close as possible. While tight black silk was optimal for remaining unseen at night, Kyuui knew that it wouldn't help outside during the day. She hastened behind the zombie, until she was within the halls of the school as well, where the tight dark cloth would be of better use.
If it came to a fight, which she was sure that it would, her Shaolin spade and longbow would be rendered mostly useless within the halls, though it might not be too tight for her to use her katana, and surely her wakazashi would retain it's usefulness. She had been taking stock of her arsenal just as the creature stopped,. She knew now that it had found prey, and she figured, that since they were in a school it would be a student or two.
Amaie drew, with a soft hiss of folded steel upon the leather of the scabbard, and let out a soft hiss between her teeth to get the attention of the zombie. She pushed off, sprinting down the right side of the hall, her katana in the left, directly toward the doorway and the zombie staring within. She hoped that with the intelligence the zombie had displayed earlier that she would be able to surprise it, or at least that it would be shocked to see her, one of the least likely things that could possibly be in Appleton Wisconsin... a fully geared Ninja, With Katana drawn, sprinting toward it.
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Post by Semper Reijnder Capone on Mar 22, 2011 22:15:33 GMT -5
Why did it ever cross my mind to eat my friends? I knew them and they knew me... why did I want to slit their throats and drink their blood? Oh yeah... I'm dead. Then why the hell did I still feel like I was dying of hunger? My heart wasn't beating; my lungs didn't extract oxygen from the air; my body didn't need the "nutrients" that would come from digesting human flesh.
As I watched the two in the room, though, I could feel saliva pooling inside my mouth, causing me to reflexively swallow. I wanted to just knock the door down and run at them, maybe throw them to the ground and bite their throats. Mmm... that sounded good...
It was then that I heard a faint hissing sound. What the hell...? Straightening up, I turned my gaze to the side, spotting someone running at me with something glinting. A sword, maybe? Pfft. Stupid bitch. My eyes narrowed onto the person as she came running, though I was prepared. She shouldn't have made that hissing noise, and then she shouldn't have come running down the hall. I may be dead, but I can still hear quick footsteps. And dressed like a ninja? Stupid. Absolutely stupid. Who did this person think they were?
As the wanna-be ninja came closer, I swiftly sidestepped from the girl, digging my feet into the ground as I ducked ever so slightly, pushing off the floor in an attempt to ram her into the wall with my 237 pound body. Hopefully I could crush her against the wall.... then I could eat her. I really wanted to eat her. Just like I wanted to eat the two other students in the room.
((Ahck, fail post. Dx ))
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