"Oh god.... RUN!"

Shi-chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Shi-chan** on Tue Jun 22, 2010 6:38 am

She smiled when she heard his reply, and then walked back to the door. She closed it, careful not to make much noise. Perhaps being quiet had become a habit, because now it just felt like something she had always kept in mind. she locked it again, thinking just in case. "Just in case something's out there, something I want to stay out there..." She slowly made her way back to the bed, and sat down on it. She could feel, right away, how her body almost craved that she leaned back, and fell asleep, but she didn't want to. She just wanted a few more minutes before sleeping.

She stared at the wall opposite from her, and for a moment, all her attention was on a framed picture that was centered on the wall. It was the only piece of art there, if you could even call it art. It was an old black and white photograph of a little girl with dark hair, and even darker eyes. The way she looked almost made Christa feel a little scared, for she had rarely seen a little girl look so menacing. And that was even though she was dressed like a doll, a huge white dress, and even a white bow to match in her hair. Christa pulled her eyes from the photo, wondering why anyone in the world would choose to even frame it.

She tightened the grip on her bat as she fell back on the bed, and then, she rolled onto her side, still holding it. She lay there, curled up, for quite a while until she got used to the sounds the building made. She could hear that the wind was blowing harsher now, than when they had entered. The walls occationally creaked, and she was sure that somewhere, there was a tree, with a branch shaped like a hand, that tapped a window, every once in a while.

She closed her eyes, and soon she was asleep. Her sleep was light though, it felt like she woke up with each sound, and each movement, however slight it might be. She didn't open her eyes though. She couldn't be bothered to do so.

St.Valentine · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **St.Valentine** on Tue Jun 22, 2010 10:24 pm

The sound of his stomach growling was so loud, Neil almost hit the roof as he flew out of bed with his rifle clutched tightly in his hands. Wild-eyed and hair standing in a hundred different directions, he searched around the room, only to find that it was empty of anyone else. It took him several seconds to calm the incredulous beating of his heart; but when he finally settled down, he wiped the drool from his mouth and sleep from his eyes; then he acknowledged the hunger in his gut that had been ignored until that moment.

He miraculously managed not to make noise in his startled awakening, until he tripped off the bed and crashed into the night stand, sending the him and the lamp to the floor in a heap. Quickly rearranging the mess he had made, Neil went over to his satchel and started to dig through it in search of food. The only consumable items he found was the can of ranch style beans, and of course the bourbon liquor. He looked at his findings dishearteningly, then stood up with the can still in his hands and slung his gun over his shoulder.

He carefully opened the door to his room, looked around at the vacant walkway, and continued on his search for a can opener and even hopeful yet, for a microwave. Such luxuries were rarities nowadays, but he knew that if one place would have a microwave, it would probably be in the main office break room. He was cautious as he made his way toward the front office, weary of his surroundings even if his eyesight was glazed over with sleepy haze.

He heard rustling and movement among the bushes, but disregarded it and figured it was the trees. When he entered the lobby and searched behind the front desk, he could see a thin trail of dried crimson that he had failed to notice before. It disappeared behind the crack of a closed door leading into the room he was searching for. So, swallowing nausea and the prickly feeling of horror and anticipation, he carefully opened the door with faint creaking noise.

Shi-chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Shi-chan** on Wed Jun 23, 2010 8:38 am

"Imma bash your face in!!" She screamed as she heard the door creak open. The look in her eyes revealed just how scared she was, but as she turned around, her bat in hand, and saw Neil there, and not a zombie, she was equally relieved and embarrassed. "Oh. It's you." she said, a sheepish smile forming on her face. She had definately expected that he would be yet another of the dead/alive people, but she guessed that if it was him, there wasn't any danger. Or, at least he wouldn't be dangerous. Not to her, she hoped. But she assumed that if he got hungry enough, he wouldn't have any trouble shooting her, or killing her in any other way, and then eat her. She would do the same, and she'd admit that right away. There was no reason to act holy when you were fighting for your life, and already had made yourself a killer. No reason at all.

She lowered the bat, and then looked around a little. "I woke up, and kinda felt like I needed a smoke. I forgot the lighter in the car yesterday." She then said, feeling a need to explain. "I was on my way out to it, ehh, the car, y'know, when I noticed that..." Christa then continued, pointing to the red trail on the floor. "I thought that I had to check what it was, and followed it into the next room, but then I thought I should go and get you."

"So you wouldn't think that I'd just ran off. In case i got killed or something." She then told him, almost sounding like she was apologising. "I'm pretty sure it's them."

She turned her back to him, and then took a few steps along the red trail. She looked at it, expecting the worst, as she always did. "You're coming along, aren't ya?" She then aksed over her shoulder, not even looking back at him as she talked. she then pushed the next door open, one she had already been through, and then stopped, waiting to see if he wanted to help her out. Not that she doubted he would. He seemed like the type of guy who was just too good to be bad.

St.Valentine · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **St.Valentine** on Wed Jun 23, 2010 9:45 am

"HO-LY MOTHER OF -" he hollered, upon seeing Christa with her bat at hand and dropping the can of beans on his foot. "Christ, lady!"

It was then that he was thankful his boots were steel-toed, and bent over to pick up his fallen food amenity. That's when he could see the rest of the crimson trail leading out into the unknown, hidden behind another door. His eyes were grave as he inspected it, his ears inclined to whatever information Christa was dispensing on him. When he straightened back up, he exchanged glances with the woman and nodded before following behind her.

The grip on his rifle was so tight, it made his light colored knuckles turn blanch pale. He hoped to the good Lord above that he didn't have to result to using it, and instead (but mostly out of instinct)raised the can of pinto beans ready above his head. Even if he was clearly younger than Christa, he felt obligated to lead and inspect the enigma that caused the blood, just for courtesy's sake. But in a world turned upside down, he guessed that manners weren't much of a problem.

"Them?" he asked in a whisper, trying to will himself to see beyond the closed door. "Don't you know what happens when people open doors they ain't supposed to, lady? Here, I'll go first."

He clicked his tongue and moved in front of her, then looked at her expectantly before turning back and placing his hand on the doorknob. For reasons unknown, he truly was assured that she wouldn't just abandon them there all by his lonesome. Not if the situation didn't call for it, that is - God forbid he ever turned into one of those damned zombie things. That would be the only time he'd expect her to ditch him; at least, that's what he hoped.

Shi-chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Shi-chan** on Thu Jun 24, 2010 9:32 am

"Don't you know what happens when people open doors they ain't supposed to?" She repeated, sounding thoroughly amused by his words. "This ain't no horror movie, kiddo! If it was, then we could feel safe though. They don't kill people off unless they're in a bigger group. They'd only kill us now if we were, say... Siblings, family, or close friends." she then told him, since she felt like having something to fill out the silence. No matter what, if there were any zombies, they'd know that Neili and she were there too. Eventually. No reason to act all sneaky when it was just almost braindeads they were going against.

"That is, of course, unless we're part of the intro. Or, in rare cases, the epilogue. They always kill random people in the intro, unless they're planning on using it later for story development." She then realised that what she was saying didn't make all that much sense, nor did it have any point at all. Other than to make her feel a little less uneasy, she supposed. She kept behind him, never the less, not only to unintentionally hurt his pride, as she was well aware from other situations, that were frighteningly similar to this one, only minus zombies and with a whole lot more of family gathering-party-type of thing added, that men could get very, very hurt when a woman insisted on being the first to jump out in a dangerous situation. A law of nature, almost. Her mother had used to say something about it, back when she was alive.

"If you don't let men be men, let them watch football, drink beer, and all that, you're gonna end up with a man that's a woman of nature. That can be fine though, as long as your man doesn't turn out as skanky as ms. Wilkershire next door. But, Lemme tell ya girlie... a man is supposed to be a man, and not act like a lady. What would you say if you came home from school and saw your daddy in the kitchen, cooking for you and such?"

She didn't know why she suddenly remebered that conversation, but she couldn't help but to smile at the memory. "You lead the way, kiddo."

St.Valentine · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **St.Valentine** on Sat Jun 26, 2010 3:00 am

(So so sorry I've been gone, my internet was down!)

He frowned animatedly at her mockery and elaborate musings of horror movies, half listening to her and partially willing himself to pull open the door to the unknown. He turned the rusted knob cautiously, eliciting a faint squeak until he finally mustered enough courage to just yank open the door altogether. For a split second, his eyes had shut themselves quite tight for fear of what might be seen on the other side of what seemed like a portal to hell. But when the lifespan of that moment was over, and his lids parted so that the grisly image was in his line of sight, he fought to maintain control over his bladder.

Standing half hidden in the shadows was the dilapidated corpse of what was once the janitor and the heavily infected, presumable motel owner in the process of feasting on him heartily. The entire closet space was soaked in blood beginning to cake into a crust, and the smell was horribly rancid; the sudden emergence of light startled the zombie, who turned immediately and bared a mouthful of carnage and bloody teeth. It hissed at Neil, spitting a spray of crimson before it rose to its feet and readied itself for a lunge, stopped short by the slamming of the closet door.

A loud thud reverberated within the small space where the zombie occupied, indicating it had been thrown against the wall upon impact with the door. Although it was just one lonesome infected thing, practically harmless at the moment, he knew that that was sign of more somewhere near. The abandoned cars probably had housed the now infected hosts at one point, most likely lurking about in the woods surrounding the motel and waiting for an opportunity to strike.

"Let's get out of here," Neil said, his can of beans still clutched tightly in his hands. "I don't have a good feeling about this."

At that same moment, he could hear the pitter patter of footsteps hitting concrete, and an awful odor that had become all too familiar these past few weeks. He couldn't decipher if it was the wind whipping through the trees, but a sound like moaning could also be heard carried on the breeze. His heart started to race in anticipation of what was coming, and he grabbed Christa by the wrist to proceed to dragging her toward her vehicle.

Shi-chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Shi-chan** on Sat Jun 26, 2010 7:06 pm

As soon as she heard the words "Let's get out of here." She was pretty much completely ready to run for her life. The stench that had filled the air around them was horrible, and as soon as she had noticed it, her head was filled with images of the things that could create such a foul smell. Putrid, rotting, maggot infested, bloated, limping, ugly, bloody motherfuckers, each and every one of them out to get a snack. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit!!!" was the only thing she could think until he grabbed onto her and pulled at her arm.

"Wait!" She then hissed, realising that the number one object they needed in order to even have the slightest chance of getting away, was on her person. She looked at him, a desperate and nervous, as well as nauseated look on her face. "Keys!" She looked back over her shoulder, towards the door, and then back at him. "They're in my bag!" The very same bag she had left in her room, as she left to go get that smoke. How could she have forgotten the keys?! "I'm gonna go get it! I'll grab yours too..."

The last thing, she sorta tagged on as she was already on her way out of the room. She ran out through the door, slamming it against the wall in her hurry. She was almost jumping from foot to foot, not really realising why she was in such a hurry. There were no zombies in the building... Right? Not anyone close to her at least. She got to the hallway, the claustrophopic tiny hallway, and did not pause before turning and running to their rooms. Why were they so far away?! Fortunately, she knew she had left her door open, but what about Neil? Was he the type to lock every door he passed through?

She didn't have time to check if he was, before barging into her own room. Once more, the door was slammed against the wall, and she was well on her way to get her bag. She grabbed th rim of it, almost loosing her balance, as her body had decided to work faster than her planning ability, and move before she could even decide it would. None the less, she stayed on her feet, and hurried back out through the door. She clearly heard the distinct sound undead hands made when hammering against glass, and it made her panic even further. Strangely, she fekt every bit of tension as her breathing got more and more shallow, and her movements slowed. The world blurred slightly before her eyes as she turned to doorknob on the door to Neil's room, and pushed it open. She barely even recognized the fould smell of rot when the glass of the window shattered, and the moving corpses outside were a sudden reality, for as she moved, the world moved in slowmotion around her, and she could just reach out and grab the bag.

It was only when a loud moan from the window made her look up, she realised just in how much danger they were. Sneaky zombies, indeed very sneaky zombies. She didn't stay to look at them though, she turned and ran out, back towards the front door, and then called out. "NEIL, KIDDO! Time to get the fuck outta here!!"

St.Valentine · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **St.Valentine** on Sun Jun 27, 2010 2:00 am

The horde had either followed them or spawned conveniently in the woods surrounding them, because those bloody fuckers were pouring in from every God given direction known to man. They scrambled over and fought each other like wild dogs for fresh kill as they struggled toward their victimized targets in their deranged stupor. And poor, helpless little Neil was pressed against the driver's side door with his can of beans raised readily in his hand.

"C'mon, motherfuckers," he taunted beneath his breath, though he was willing the opposite. "Come and get some."

It wasn't until his vision became tunneled and unbelievably slow paced that he realized the zombies, now in the numbers close to hundreds, were running at him. Their vicious snarls and cries of furious hunger were drowned out by the sound of his chattering teeth and thunderous heartbeat as it pummeled against his skull while he watched in horror. He could feel his blood turn to napalm and once again, he fought to maintain control of his bladder.

Those bitches were damn fast, too. While they swung amputated or nubby and bloody limbs around in a frenzy, they literally sprinted across the parking lot toward their prey as he waited for Christa to come with their blessed keys. His free hand coiled around his rifle resting undisturbed over his shoulder, shaking as he fingered its trigger and aimed apprehensively toward the succession of infected rapidly approaching.

His decision was finally made when he saw Christa bounding toward him and a flurry of anxious zombies trailing heatedly after her. He raised his rifle and peered through the modified optic, breathed in, and squeezed the trigger to unleash a rain of bullets toward her attackers.

Shi-chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Shi-chan** on Sun Jun 27, 2010 3:10 pm

She ran towards the car, his bag thrown over her shoulder, and her own in one hand as she seached through it with the other. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon...!" she whispered, running as fast as she could, constantly doging the hand that reached out for her, trying to grab her, and pull her into the masses of undead, that was about to become a sea of rotting corpses. As she got closer to the car and Neil, her search got more and more frantic, and she knew that she had to find the keys before she reached the door, otherwise she would have two choises. She could either keep running, tire out, and then get caught and eaten, or she could stop, get caught and then eaten. None of those two options were too appealing.

She couldn't care too much about Neil shooting at them, she would just try and not get hit. Then in the middle of focusing on not getting shot, a little piece of metal bumped against one of her fingers. Key. The blessed, lovely, divine, wonderful, magical key. Her fingers closed around it, and she pulled it out if the bag, only to look ahead, and find that she had reached the car. She ran around the back of it, to the drivers seat, and then, never before having been so happy that when you unlocked one door, you unlocked all of them, she stuck the key in the lock and turned it. The wonderful 'Click' the loks made when unlocking, most welcome.

"Get in!" She yelled at him, as she opened the door herself, and threw in the bags, then following. She slammed the door shut, seeing that the closest zombie were but a mere 1,5 metres away. She then started the car, only needing two attempts to do so. Finally, she turned her head to see if Neil had gotten inside too, ready to slam her foot down on the speeder.

"Fffuuuuuuuuuuuuccccckk!" she hissed, desperate to get the hell out of there.

St.Valentine · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **St.Valentine** on Tue Jun 29, 2010 11:32 am

Those bastards were closing in on Neil like lightning striking the earth. Their footsteps were uncharacteristically not cumbersome as usual, instead carefully placed and rapid like that of an animal. Their faces were twisted with fury as they charged toward the vehicle and Neil frozen against its side, trembling in his boots as he struggled to load another cartridge into his rifle, only to find that he was absent of his knapsack.

Horror stopped his napalm blood directly in his veins as the realization settled over him: Christa must have his bag. He couldn't calculate the gravity of the situation as fast as it was unfolding around him, though - by the time he acknowledged this fact, the zombies were surrounding him. A flurry of arms and bloody fingers enclosed around their target, grasping tufts of his hair and handfuls of his clothing, then proceeded to dragging him further and further away from their heavensent escape vehicle.

He fought his zombie oppressors with every ounce of strength that had been bestowed upon him, his heart wildly pounding inside his skull as he did so. Sweat began to rain down from his skin as he kicked and clawed the dilapidated, mindless corpses in attempt to free himself, but there were just too many. So with one hand clutching his M-16 and the other still holding the can of beans, he began to beat away at the closest enemies with gusto.

His efforts were a little less than victorious, however. As soon as he swung his arm out, two of the fuckers grabbed a hold of it and yanked him toward the ground. He stumbled with their weight but miraculously managed to remain on his feet; but he didn't have enough time to think as inhumane jaws clenched down on the flesh of his arm, digging through the leather of his jacket and breaking the skin apart. He swore with anger and cried in agony at the pain, feeling the warmth of his blood leaving his body and staining his clothes almost instantly.

This is it, he thought coldly. I have not come this far to die now.

Shi-chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Shi-chan** on Tue Jun 29, 2010 1:53 pm

She heard his screams, and looking out, thhrough the window, she understood just what was going on. She turned her head, to see zombies crowded on her side of the car, while his side was relatively free since they were more or less... occupied in that moment. What to do? Run away and leave him behind, or jump out and try to save him? "His girl is waitinng for him for god's sake... No fuckin' way I can leave him here!" She thought, knowing that even before she had thought it, she had already known that she wouldn't leave him. She had told herself that quite a few times already, but when it came to it, she just wasn't that cold hearted. She just wasn't.

She reached into her bag and found the revolver as well as the little box with bullets, and then she reached into his, finding the M16 assault rifle. "Good boy, Neil..." She whispered, as she moved from one seat of the car to the next, and then opening the door on his side. Just about every zombie had it's attention on Neil, which gave her the chance to crawl from the passengers seat, and up on top of the car, which she did incredibly fast when taking into consideration that she was clenching the two weapons tightly, almost scared to death from Neil's screams. After having wormed her way up on the roof, she turned, stil laying down, and then aimed the gun at the zombies arounf Neil.

"Oi! You with the Glasgow smile, Lookie what Christa's got for you here!" She yelled, pointing the revolver at one holding on to Neil, while she cocked it. Oddly, the undead she had addressed, and several more looked up at the new source of noise, seeing yet another live one, yet another meal. She breathed out, and then pulled the trigger. She barely took the time to see if the bullet hit it's target, before aiming again, at the next one, hoping for a headshot. "Six months of targeting practice. Almost six months. It's gotta count for something!" She thought, continuing on to the third target, and then the fourth. She knew there would only be one bullet left after that, and she wouldn't have the time to reload in time to keep those motherfuckers from tearing off Neil's head. She'd have to switch to the rifle, and then, if that either ran out of bullets, or she failed completely in using it, it would be the bat, the last resort. She hadn't ever in her entire life wanted to have to use a bat less, than she did in that moment.

"Stay alive, kiddo!!" She yelled to him. "Stay the hell alive!"

St.Valentine · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **St.Valentine** on Fri Jul 02, 2010 11:37 am

The electric pain surged throughout poor Neil's body as a flurry of arms and legs swung around to beat him. With his teeth gritted tight, he fought with all his strength to rid of the horde swamping him; but the crowd was becoming frighteningly more dense with each moment that passed. The infected were pouring in from every God given direction possible, alerted by all the commotion and joining in on the ever growing chaos. Although some had fallen away from the mob to tear after Christa, Neil was still unable to progress.

The can of beans he had been using as a weapon against his oppressors had now become so bent out of shape that it was hurting him instead; and only God knows where the hell is rifle went among the mayhem. With every last ounce of strength he could possibly muster, Neil began to kick and punch his fists and steel-toed feet, but it seemed to no avail. Every time one zombie went down, another would immediately compensate, and so on.

And then one blessed moment was granted to Neil as he felt his limbs break free - so, with blood and God knows what else caked on his face, Neil broke off into a short spanned run, only to be halted immediately by an arm catching his teeth. He stumbled backward with the impact, one hand flying to his mouth and the other searching for something to grasp hold of and steady himself. He felt fingers lock into his sandy brown hair and yank him toward the ground, but the only thing that stopped him from falling over completely was another infected grasping onto his arm and one on his leg.

He counted down the seconds in his head before he felt the white hot pain electrocute his body when the flesh of both limbs were broken into and bitten. He cursed loudly, but whatever sound he may have made otherwise was drowned out by the zombies and their moaning, as well as Christa and her guns. He jerked around for several more seconds, ignoring the pain in desperate attempt to free himself from their stronghold and catching a blessed glimpse of the woman atop her vehicle.

Shi-chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Shi-chan** on Sat Jul 03, 2010 6:21 pm

"Don't fuck up Christa, don't fuck this up!" She yelled to herself as she dropped the revolver after having fired the last bullet in it. She knelt quickly and took a hold of the rifle, and it was in that second she realised that all she had, was an extremely vague idea of how it worked. She thought that it was like any other gun, squessze the trigger, and watch the magic happen, but this thing was pretty darn huge. What if it just flung her backwards when she as much as put her finger on the trigger. What if the recoil made her shoulder pop out of it's socket or something like that. Then she would just be useless. Granted, she was built a little more sturdy than other women, but how many guns cared about that. Honestly.

She tried her best to push the thought out of her mind, and just focus, but the sea of raging, hungry, flesh eating, and absolutely horrifying things gathered around the car made it a little difficult to keep her mind on one thing. she kept wanting to back away from those in front of her, although she knew that there were probably more behind her, so all she could do, was to stay in place until there were no more bullets.

She moved a little, placing her feet so her balance was better, and her weight just about evened out, so that she wouldn't fall right away. She breathed deeply, and then aimed. "Keep your head down, kiddo. For god's sake keep your head down!" She then squeezed the trigger as hard as she could, holding on, and by some freak stroke of luck, she did not fall or even lose balance. At least not much. All of a sudden, explosive sounds filled the air, and without difficulty drowned the groans of zombies. She could see how they fell, one by one, but dared not hope that it was enough to give them the time they would need to get away.

St.Valentine · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **St.Valentine** on Sat Jul 03, 2010 6:34 pm

"FUCK!" he screamed, spit flying from his mouth as a stray bullet penetrated his shoulder.

Despite the pain, Neil was glad to see the bodies binding him fall to the ground in mangled, bloody heaps as a mist of crimson erupted from their dilapidated remains. Christa had obviously been successful with firing his weapon, and of this much he was more than grateful. The succession of zombies had shrunken considerably in size; he hesitated no longer as he broke off into a sprint toward the vehicle, amazed at the distance that separated him and the strength of the zombies that had caused it.

"Get in the fucking car, lady!" he roared at Christa as he slammed himself against the passenger door in his haste.

Although the zombies had been picked off a good amount, that wouldn't stop the second succession pouring in their direction at heartbeat pace. He prayed to God above that the car could mow down whatever was in their path and not leave them to die inside. His breathing had become heavy and labored and his mind was overwhelmed by his immense pain, but he managed to climb into the car and now counted the precious seconds that wasted away until Christa joined him. The faces of the infected closing in on them burned into his pupils as they approached and made his breath catch in his throat.

Shi-chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Shi-chan** on Sun Jul 04, 2010 8:10 am

As soon as he had got in the car, she had thrown the revolver, and the box of ammunition for it, in after him, determined not to lose any weapons at all. The other side of the car was still swarming with undead, so there was only one way. She followed Neil, crawling from his side of the car, to the driver's side. She had managed to slam the door behind her, using her one foot, as she still held on to Neil's M16.

"Hold on, there's no way she's gonna fail us now." She said, the adrenaline pumping in her, making her brave, and giving her an urge to jump out there and slam their faces in with her own fists. The engine was still roaring, and holding on to the steering wheel with one hand, she put the car into gear with the other, having dumped the M16 on the backseat, and then stepped on the speeder. Almost immediately, the car jumped backwards, and not even a second passed before she knew that they had just mowed down several of the things.

Not lessening the pressure she put on the speeder, she switched gears again, and then turned the car. They were now facing the road, or at least she thought as much, as she could only just catch a short glimpse of it through the mass of bodies. "Brace yourself!" She said, seconds before they slammed into the wall of the dead, and surprisingly, they did not stop. The shock that naturally followed when running something down was not absent however. That didn't make her stop, nor slow down. In fact, she just closed her eye, and hoped for the best.

Suddenly, they broke through, but no sooner had they made it out, before Christa realised that they had already passed the road, and that they were drivingon sand. She checked the mirrors, and saw that the zombies, although depleted in numbers, still had both hunger and drive. "Can't see the fucking road...!" She mumbled, trying to figure out if she should turn and head back toward the mob, or if it was a better idea to just continue.

St.Valentine · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **St.Valentine** on Mon Jul 05, 2010 7:45 pm

The adrenaline was still pulsing furiously through poor Neil's swollen veins as he struggled to pull the seat belt over his chest. When he had managed to do so, he acknowledged and pressed against the bleeding wounds on his body that had been ignored until that moment. With his teeth gritted and face wrenched in agony, Neil reached for his knapsack and found the bottle of alcohol he had come across back in town. His hands were shaking so crazily that some of it spilled over the sides onto his fingers, creating clear streaks through the crusted blood.

His breaths were short and angrily labored as he poured some of the rubbing alcohol over his wounds, hissing in furious pain and cursing profusely. When he was finished, he tossed the bottle aside and tore the hem of his shirt, then proceeded to wrapping it around his arm as a makeshift tourniquet. His leg would have to go without until they reached somewhere that offered them a luxury of a rag to use. Neil finally fell back against the seat, his chest rising and falling quickly as he fought to control his breathing. His eyes were squinting, searching the road for signs of hope and an exit route.

He couldn't rest for much longer, however. He had to cock and load his rifle and try his best to completely rid of the horde that was following behind them, less they drive off a cliff somewhere. So he fetched one of the preloaded magazines from his knapsack, replaced the current one in his M-16 and climbed into the back seat. He rolled the window down and with an agitated primal yell, began to dispense a downpour of bullets into the infected within his line of fire.

Shi-chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Shi-chan** on Thu Jul 08, 2010 5:51 pm

She was somewhat happy to see Neil moving around, and not just laying still in the seat next to her. "Still alive." She thought a slight smile on her pale face. Her heart was beating so much faster than the last time she had faced an army of zombies, but she barely noticed since she was busy with keeping an eye out for where she was driving. The distance between them and the undead increased, but the fuckers were following, and they weren't that slow at all. "Last thing we needed... Fast zombies. The next will probably be exploding ones, and then huge big fat ones barfing...." She mumbled to herself through the sound of Neil's ferocious attack on their pursuers.

Somewhere in the distance she could hear the noise of the zombies too. As many times as she'd seen them, murdered one of them, heard one of them, even if it was just a faint sound, it had made her fear for her life. It still did now. Six months, in this hell, and the only thing she had learned for sure was that if she was alive when it ended, and she'd gotten away from this godforsaken land, something worse than this would await her. She didn't know what it was, but having lived the life she'd lived so far, the thought of having to start all over somewhere else in the world was enough to make her feel so sorry for herself, that half of that self pity would be far more than enough really.

"Good to know you're breathing!" She shouted to Neil. "You need to get to a hospital or something?" Christa then continued, her voice even louder than before. She glanced in the mirrors again, and when she looked back ahead, her attention was caught by a lizard. Without thinking, she turned the wheel, and the car swerved past the creature. "Fuckin' living lizard!!" She shouted, not having seen any animals alive at all the last couple of months. Realising that it might have been a tad bit of a surprise for Neil that she had spared the life of the thing, she looked back over her shoulder for a brief moment, and shouted to him again. "You okay?"

St.Valentine · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **St.Valentine** on Fri Jul 09, 2010 12:15 am

The rain of bullets ended when the car swerved; as if in slow motion, Neil watched in utter horror as the rifle sailed away from his hands and disappeared into the vast oblivion they were leaving behind. Then the leisurely speed quickened as if by a thousand paces, because the next thing he knew, he was thrown back into the car and his head hit the opposite window. But the absolute terror that befell Neil utterly destroyed and overpowered the force of the impact: he had just lost his only weapon.

When he sank into the backseat, his baby blue eyes were wide and somewhat confused. His mouth was a thin, perfectly straight line suspended on his rugged features as he bounced with the movement of the vehicle; but he said nothing. His hands were still open, as if willing the presence of his fallen weapon back into their grasp. Then he looked over at Christa, and was enraged - but silently so - yet he still remained as quiet as a grave.

The wounds that continued to bleed and throb with pain were unacknowledged at this point, because nothing mattered more than his beloved M-16 rifle that was lost to a horde of angry zombies who (hopefully) had no use for it. When he finally became aware of the existing universe around him, he climbed into the passenger seat beside Christa and stared blankly at the blurry road ahead of him. Though his breathing was frighteningly shallow and what little color existed in his complexion in the first place had totally vanished, he graciously declined her offer of a hospital.

"It ain't like we're gonna find one around here, anyway," he said, scratching at the stubble that sprouted from his chin.

Shi-chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Shi-chan** on Sun Jul 11, 2010 7:23 pm

What he said was true, but still, they could've tried to look for one. Head to a city, and find something to try and patch him up with. They could've checked and seen if there was something they could do. But he didn't seem like he was in the mood to stay alive, so she thought that she wouldn't ask again. She was a firm believer in the concept that if you said something, it was because you meant it. If he didn't want to go to a hospital, then that was it.

She glanced at him again, this time taking a little longer to look at his wounds. It looked like it had been a last minute save, but she wasn't so sure that it was something to cheer over. ".... You don't suppose it's like the movies, do you?" She then asked, her voice sounding flat and void of emotion.

"That if they bite you, or scratch you or something... Then you turn into one of them?" She looked straight ahead, suddenly not wanting to see his injuries. If that was the case, then a hospital probably wouldn't do shit anyway. "Because... That would..."

She stopped mid sentence, not wanting to even think that it was possible to turn into a zombie. She tightened her grip of the steering wheel, and the look on her face got very much more grave and serious than it usually was.

St.Valentine · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **St.Valentine** on Mon Jul 12, 2010 5:02 pm

An audible sigh escaped through the swell of his cold, pale lips while he pondered this. The movie theater in his mind replayed various pieces of memories that contained information about the virus - but at the moment, he couldn't recall anything useful. Perhaps if this was the way his life were to end, and he could do nothing to stop it, then he would have to come to terms with it eventually. What aggravated him the most was the fact that he had failed to protect his family, his girlfriend, and now his new friend, whom he guessed would bash his head in the second he turned.

"I know," he replied softly, almost painfully so. He didn't know what else he could say.

His fingers tightened over the makeshift tourniquet on his arm; he had specifically chosen to wrap it there instead of his leg because it was closer to his heart - it was a meager attempt at slowing the progress of an infection, and probably futile anyway. He couldn't help but laugh: after wasting countless hours watching zombie flicks and playing video games of the same nature with his girlfriend, he would have never guessed he might be joining the very real legion of undead pretty soon. He unfolded the overhead mirror and observed himself: his skin was sickly pale, almost yellowish; purple rings swelled around his baby blue eyes; and his lips were ghastly white.

He wouldn't put it past him if he turned within an hour or so. Oddly, his heart didn't hurt as it probably should have. He remembered hearing something about immunity to the virus, and that it was very possible to be such. Yet, he still reached into his pocket and pulled out a very tiny pistol; he unloaded the magazine, and found a single bullet within. A soft smile played at his lips as the fond memories attached to the little firearm played in his head.

"This was Evangeline's," he told Christa lovingly. "My girlfriend."

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