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by **ohhhhhallibaba** on Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:16 am

Anthony climbed a car, and scanned the horizon. Cars were flipped, dead bodies were decaying, and he even saw the hand of someone's spouse lying on the ground. This was horrible. If there was a Hell, this was it, and there was no escape. Lucky for him, he had his messenger bag and guitar. The only things needed when surviving the end of the world. Everyone was running now. Anthony didn't know what they were running from, but he decided it would be a good idea to follow suit. Leaping from car to car, Anthony advanced quickly down the crowd of people, until...

CRACK
SMASH

Anthony found himself inside a car now. He had leapt for the hood, missed, and crashed through the windshield. He was cut up really bad, and couldn't get out of the car, being jammed between the driver and passenger seats of the black SUV. Looking behind him, trying to find something to help himself out, Anthony vomitted at the sight.

A pile of flesh, bone, and muscle lay in the back of the car. That wasn't what made it horrible and grusome. The only reason Anthony threw up, was because the pile of remains lay in a carseat, belt still buckled. This family either forgot about their kid, or didn't have a chance to help her out. Anthony knew it was a girl, because a pink shoe still remained, laces untied. He grabbed the shoe, and put it in his bag, a reminder of how grusome these creatures were. Still, there was one thing that troubled Anthony...

"HELP! I CAN'T GET OUT!"

He saw Kira helping a man by the arm, hoping she could hear him.

"Kira! Over here!"

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by **Jewelcast** on Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:34 am

"HELP! I CAN'T GET OUT!"

Anna cursed silently to herself as she heard the cry for help just behind her. She was already saddled with a child, how many people could she be expected to help? She glanced back yet again, but couldn't see the person who'd yelled. The second call was more specific, naming somebody.

"Kira! Over here!"

He wasn't calling for Anna. It must be that woman back there with the red hair. It was none of Anna's business. Yet... The named woman was already busy with that fool of a man at the back. But Anna was also busy. The little hand, warm in her own and slick with their mingled sweat reminded her that stalling here was worse than either course of action. But it was all too much. None of the useless, unrelated thoughts that so often occur to the traumatised were rattling around in Anna's head. In fact, there was very little going through her mind except the paralysing indecision of the situation. So she stumbled to a halt, hoping that the red-haired woman would hear and help whoever was in trouble, and she could just carry on.

by **ohhhhhallibaba** on Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:44 am

Kira didn't come, but another girl ran past holding a child, possibly her own. Anthony wriggled around a little bit, but no success came from it. Looking around, he grabbed at anything he could get a hold of, snapping the emergency brake in half.

Throwing the half he had pulled to the side, he kept moving around, looking for something to use to get out of the car. Nothing.

"SOMEONE! ANYONE! I'M STUCK AND BLEEDING!"

by **Jewelcast** on Fri Aug 15, 2008 10:12 am

Much to Anna's dismay, the red-haired woman didn't seem to have heard. Anna couldn't really blame her, that close to the.... monster-demon-thing. She didn't have any objection to stealing, taking a bit for herself from those who didn't need it as much, or those who were never going to need anything again, but she couldn't just leave somebody to die.

"SOMEONE! ANYONE! I'M STUCK AND BLEEDING!"

That did it. The girl could run, was fit and healthy, for a child of her age. Anna crouched down to speak to the girl, voice muted but harsh with urgency.
"I'm going back. Run on. Get to the other people. I'll find you. Understand?"
The girl nodded, brown eyes wide and shining with tears of fright, then turned to run. Anna wasted no more time, running back towards the cars, yelling.
"WHERE ARE YOU?!"

by **ohhhhhallibaba** on Fri Aug 15, 2008 10:20 am

"OVER HERE!"

Anthony looked around for anything and found, luckily, the keys to the SUV still in the ignition. Grabbing at them, he looked at the shapes of the buttons, looking for the bright red one. Finding it, he hit the button, and jumped at the sound of the alarm as it started.

He turned the alarm on and off, hoping the fact that it was irregular would attract some attention.

BEEP BEEP BEEP
BEE...
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

He continued the pattern, which wasn't one at all, hoping his help would here, then his heart sank.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Other alarms had started going off, and Anthony's was masked under the others, so he screamed.

"BLACK SUV! BLACK SUV!"

by **Jewelcast** on Fri Aug 15, 2008 10:46 am

As Anna ran towards the massive tangle of vehicles, she became sure that whoever-it-was was somewhere in the middle. Between her and the source of the continuing calls ("OVER HERE!") was the wreckage of a small van that had been hit hard, the metal buckled and the glass from all the windows shattered and fallen on the road. She'd seen the people scrambling over car roofs, but there was no way she was getting over that. So she took a different course. As she made her first attempt at the window, she heard a car alarm go off ahead of her. Presumably her target. She braced her hands against the edge of the window, ignoring the tiny sharp edges still clinging to it. The alarm was irregular. Yes, a call for help. She scrambled through. Reached for the opposite window. Nearly jumped out of her skin when the alarm in the van went off too. No time to waste, she continued anyway, though the van's alarm was louder than the one she was tracking.

Somebody else triggered another alarm elsewhere, with a slightly different tone. The clamour was becoming very hard to sift through, but the cries of whoever-it-was were closer now, and easier to track despite the noise.
"BLACK SUV! BLACK SUV!"
There was only one car it could be, right ahead of her, with the windscreen shattered. Anna thought she saw a little blood, but she could have been mistaken. She scrambled across the bonnet of a bright yellow car and onto that of the SUV, heels braced against the car it had collided with. Her eyes widened as she looked in through the gap where the windshield should have been. There was a lot of blood, not that she was squeamish. Her eyes connected with that of the stranger as her mind raced to find a solution.

by **ViVi** on Fri Aug 15, 2008 10:48 am

He stopped. "Wait....listen." He could hear the faint screams of someone crying for help. "......Over that way. Someone.....or people are trapped." He pointed in the direction of a Black Suv. He could hear the demon's footsteps in the distance. "....Wait......there's another....a woman....She's helping the man out, we should go up a little ways and wait for them." He ran up a few yards with the woman and waited. He had a feeling she would ask why are we waiting. "Because the demon would have a choice. If he went after the other two then they would be cornered. Here, we have much more room, and they would slip by him."

by **Kira Walker** on Fri Aug 15, 2008 10:54 am

The young woman frowned; she was all for trying to help people out, but seriously! She'd just risked her life to help this guy and now they were gonna stand here and act like decoys. However, she remembered the weight of the crucifix around her neck and swallowed her retort, knowing that he was right about this. It was the good thing to do, and with someone up there watching.. well, she figured she should be doing everything she could do earn brownie points.

Besides, hadn't that guy shouted her name? Stepping a couple of steps closer to the car, she squinted a little bit, trying to get a better look at who it was. She saw blonde hair.. was it Anthony? Shit.. She cursed silently, glancing back over at the demon, beginning to get badly nervous. She didn't want to shout and draw attention, though. Instead, she went back to the blind man, trying not to shake. "How long should we wait for if it starts coming over here?"

by **ViVi** on Fri Aug 15, 2008 11:02 am

"How long?...........We can't wait. Demon's may be slow, but if they catch a scent of there prey, they would remember that forever." Which actually wasn't true. He thought it was best to scare her so that she would go and help. After reading the bible, he knew that demons could only hurt those he can touch. But he had the bible in his hand, and it was already sanctified by a priest. Exactly the reason why he took it. He took a few steps over there, knowing that he wasn't stepping on ground anymore but bodies, picked up a guitar and handbag. He took a book out the bag as it smelt horrible, and walked back to the woman. "You want me to bury these to remember him?" He said, hoping to scare her a little more. It was mean, but fear heightens the senses, so that she would be more careful.

by **CR22** on Fri Aug 15, 2008 12:29 pm

(Actually, check it out on the info thread. Charred are a quite a bit more physically able than the average human.)

Charles glanced back as he ran, and noticed that a few people seemed to be wandering aimlessly, talking to each other. The burnt corpse was ripping the remains of an unlucky person to pieces with its bare hands, and yet they did little to flee from it. "Hurry up!" he called, waving for them to move. "You gotta run! The town's just a few miles more!"

Then he saw what they were doing. A woman was dragging a man out of the remains of an SUV, and for some reason the other two were watching them. Turning back, he was faced with the dilemma of trying to help the people, or save his own skin. He took a few hesitant steps down the road, then turned back, and ran to help them. "Listen! You people need to move. That thing is are going to kill us if we don't." He was drenched in sweat, partially from the run, and his eyes were wild in the light of the burning cars.

by **Kira Walker** on Fri Aug 15, 2008 12:39 pm

Kira looked over, away from the blind man and back towards the SUV with Anthony trapped on the inside. Someone else was shouting again, it was the student with the computer, and it looked like he was helping them out. Kira sighed and allowed a small smile, then took the man by the arm again, beginning to pull them along. "They've got help, now look, we need to get going, it's no good for you to try and do it while you can't see."

She didn't know this man. For all she knew, he could have easily handled making his way through by himself; however, she doubted it, based on the trouble he seemed to have been dealing with before. She realized she was leaving someone else behind, but what could she do? She couldn't help everyone at once, so she had to focus on who she could help right now.

"The town is just ahead. If we hurry up we'll make it." Still gripping his arm, the young woman began to pick up her pace, hoping that he would just follow along and not argue or try and insist that they help. Wow... that's pretty damn selfish of you, Kira. Whatever.. she wasn't gonna let this guy, along with herself, die, when there was plenty of help there already.

by **ViVi** on Fri Aug 15, 2008 1:08 pm

He sighed. "You'd rather help a blind man who can already walk and leave the others who are trapped to die? I am able to walk and listen where to go. I didn't run from him not because I was lost, because I could care less for my life already. I think of other lives more." he said. He knew it wouldn't change anything. He just wanted her to know that he wasn't a helpless blind man.

He listened as a man someways up there yelled for them to run. So the town was closer. "Wouldn't it be smarter to NOT lead the demon into the town?"

by **7achary** on Fri Aug 15, 2008 4:57 pm

Daniel kicked out the window on the driver's side door of the SUV. "Help me with him. It's ok, I'm a... I was a medic." Daniel grabbed the guitarist under the shoulders. "Grab his feet. We have to leave his guitar and other crap."

As he hefted the bleeding man out of the car he turned to the girl,"This isn't ideal, he may have more injuries than I can readily see. Look, what's your name? Grab a vehicle, those things aren't worried about us so we have some time before they bring their problems over here."

Daniel bent over the man and started rip the guys shirt sleeves to bandage the worst lacerations. His legs were really messed up. "Hey, buddy you're gonna be fine. Where are ya from? What's your name?"

by **ohhhhhallibaba** on Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:08 pm

Anthony ignored the man's demands to leave his belongings. If he was going to die, he was going to do it with guitar and art supplies by his side. He wriggled out of the man's grip, and grabbed his stuff, ignoring the shouts of people trying to stop him from doing so.

"My guitar! My art! I'm not leaving without them!"

He grabbed his stuff from the SUV, his guitar from the hood of the car, and his messenger bag from the passenger seat. He made his way back to the others, bag on shoulder, guitar in hand. He jumped into the car with the others, and laid down.

"My names Anthony by the way, and I'm from West Virginia. Fuck, my legs are killing me..."

by **CR22** on Fri Aug 15, 2008 10:22 pm

"That's great and all, but if you'll take the time to look over your shoulder, you'll realize that there is a burning corpse walking toward us! We need to get away from here as fast as possible!" Charley was about ready to just leave them there, the damned fools couldn't move to save their lives, literally. The hippy cared more about his guitar than his well-being; and, Charles thought, rather judgmentally, the lives of the people around him. Perhaps it was just shock, or resignation, but whatever it was, he wasn't going anywhere fast, and neither was the man talking to him. If it wasn't for the very real, and very close, probability of damnation, Charley would already have been at the town, stragglers be fucked.

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Several miles down the road, in the small, rural town of Lakesville, twenty of the original sixty travelers crouched in a huddled circle, some crying, some staring into the distance, others frantically thinking of outcomes or wild survival plans. None of them noticed the grim, determined looking figure that manifested a few dozen yards away from them, a sourceless light shining on a too-beautiful face, a crystal sword in its hand. A young girl, barely more than thirteen, laid on the ground before it, exhausted from the arduous night. The angel brought its weapon down in one, clean stroke, ending her misery forever, or perhaps just until the girl's soul was plunged into Hell or illuminated in Heaven. It didn't matter to it.

Heaven's goals were simple: destroy the Corrupt. In the inhuman mind of the angel, who had first entered the gates of Heaven nearly four thousand years ago, the Cattle and the Demons were equally Corrupt, the only difference being that the Cattle still had a small chance of redemption in them. But it was not the angel's judgment that determined who received salvation or not, its only task was to facilitate the process, and smite the hellspawn that may or may not come of it.

A tickling, burning sensation was in the back of its ancient mind, an intuitive sensory that could pinpoint the exact location of the newly-risen demon. The angel soon began to move toward it, vaguely recalling that a creature like it, perhaps the same one, had recently annihilated one of the Redeemed just a few moments earlier. If it fell in combat with the hellspawn, then another, and another, would throw itself against the demon, until it was nothing more than a shell, or better, vapors.

by **ohhhhhallibaba** on Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:00 am

Anthony turned around, and saw the burnt corpse that the man spoke of. Forgetting about the pain his legs, and not taking into consideration that he might pass out before he got to wherever they were going, Anthony ran. Forgetting about what had just happened to him, he jumped over cars and vans again, putting as much distance between him and the thing as possible. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, jump, left foot, jump, jump...Anthony continued the running jumping pattern as he made his way to, well, wherever the bus was headed.

by **7achary** on Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:11 am

Daniel was truly amazed at what the human body was capable of doing. That guy would pay for it later, though. Daniel motioned for the girl to follow him, or just move in the general direction everyone else seemed to be headed.

"Fucking asshole, we come to save his ass and..." Daniel paused in his cursing to take a look behind him. The corpse was moving toward them steadily. Daniel hopped in a jeep that was on the side of the road. It looked as if it had been knocked off the road, judging by the dent in the bumper. The keys were still in the ignition. Daniel cranked it. Nothing. He cranked it again. Whirring gears could be heard from inside the engine. Daniel cursed and got out of the vehicle. He looked around for something heavy. Like a large truck, or van.

by **ohhhhhallibaba** on Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:22 am

Anthony stopped for a moment, perched on the top of a large pick-up truck. It was, actually, in good condition, it just seemed to have been left behind. There was nothing in the bed of the truck, not to mention there was room in the truck itself for six. It would be able to hold everyone, besides, the last thing on their minds would be comfort. He hopped into the truck, threw his crap in the floor, and sighed when the keys were still in the ignition. He turned it, and almost cried at the sound of the starting of the engine.

He had driven once in his entire life, but was a fast learner and could retain information really well. He turned the truck around, not even bothering to close any of the doors, and headed for the group of people that were helping him, stopping within earshot of his fellow straggelers.

"HEY! I FOUND A TRUCK! PLENTY OF ROOM!"

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