Inferi Decretum: Chapter One

Neava13 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Neava13** on Mon Feb 01, 2010 4:23 pm

Explosions in the direction she had seen the eyes glint in the firelight made her duck and cover her face with her arm as shards of metal sent clouds of dust into the air. She continued to try and free her arm trapped by the panther’s weight. Then she screamed out using all the strength she could muster and pulled, the crack of bone and the feeling of cold wet goo slid over her chest as she freed her pistol from under the edge of the undeads rib cage. She also inadvertently cut open its insides and spilled what it had eaten as well as what rotten things it had in it all over the front of herself. She closed her eyes tightly as she pulled the pistol free making sure not to get any of the blood in her eyes or mouth. Any kind of blood contact could cause infection, even the smallest of cuts could lead to death. She knew that her hands were free of any cracks or cuts, but she wasn’t going to risk the possible infection from blood to eye contact or something similar to that.

There was of course only a 20% chance of infection from blood to eye contact, but either way it was too high to risk. She pointed the pistol towards where the undead had been opening her eyes. Smoke and dust coiled she could see one of the things legs twitching not far away, she could see other body parts lit by the intermittent spot lights, and dancing flames. Then she felt something at her leg and she yelped looking down as one of the dismembered zombies pulled itself up towards her leg she screamed and kicked trying to free herself from the weight over the top of her. She kicked the zombie in the face as hard as she could sending the bottom jaw flying through the air and blood oozing from the now jawless corpse.

The thing began to lick at her jean covered leg trying to get a grip without the jaw, its hands pinching at her flesh through the jeans, though the thick cotton fabric was enough to keep it from cutting into her flesh yet. She screamed again and pointed the ooze covered pistol at the zombie firing. Its head exploded sending black, and red clots across the dirt as it fell limply against her leg. She tried to kick it off of her only to get herself more stuck under the panther. A low groan brought her attention beside her as she saw the form of another one armed and legless shuffler pulling itself towards her.

It was only about 3 feet away as she pointed her pistol and pulled the trigger, only to have the trigger stick back not firing. The black blood had seeped into the firing chamber after the last shot and totally bound it up. She tried to push herself away only to feel a sharp pang in her back as she drove a shard of wood into the small of her back through her tank top.
”Shit shit shit!!” she yelled as she let the wood drag across her flesh cutting into her back as she tried to move away from the advancing form. She felt her hair being grabbed as it tugged at her. She reached up grabbing her long hair with one hand yelping again as she used the gun in her other hand against the side of the zombie’s head hitting it over and over again.

”Die! Why won’t you just DIE?!”

Sam saw the barrel of a rifle point towards his head from the bright lights of the huge well armed vehicle before him. The form of the man holding the rifle was lost to the bright beams of light. The guard had seen Sam’s breath steam in the light and he paused for a moment taking a closer look before he fired. ”Shit kid!? Why didn’t you say somethin?” Private Cooks bellowed at Sam. He walked in front of the headlights and waved Sam over. He was in a base ball cap and an armored vest, over his chest he wore a harness with extra ammo as well as grenades.

If Sam moved or didn’t move he would pull him to the back of the truck looking him over closely, ”Kid.. you hurt? Been bit? How long have you been assigned to this settlement?” Someone’s voice cracked in over the walki talki at his hip.

"Southern patrol to Strike commander. Survivor pinned in sector Delta 5, three Zombies crippled but active, visibility low, pattern suggests more will be inbound. Please advise. I repeat Survivor pinned in sector Delta 5, three zombies crippled but active, visibility low, pattern suggests more will be inbound. Please advise." Cooks looked out into to the darkness for the Franklin trying to see if he needed to help the other survivor or if he could still stay here and run a quick assessment on the kid who he had found.

”Wait here kid.. I’m goin to go see if I can help em out.” The well muscled Latino looking guard headed off pointing back at Sam as he ran. The older European looking guard at the top of the vehicle manning the guns pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Sam.

”Have a seat.. and wait until everything is clear.. you move.. I shoot .. Kapeesh?”

Ghaarme · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ghaarme** on Mon Feb 01, 2010 8:15 pm

”Shit kid!? Why didn’t you say somethin?”

Shiiiiit. Mostly cuz' I wasn't expecting to be at a military base dipshit. of course, Sam wasn't dumb enough to say his thoughts out loud. Externally, he was slowly raising his hands in a placating gesture to avoid any unecessary conflict. Quite a peculiar sight considering the compact shotgun gripped in the glove of his right hand. The speaker was beyond the boy's sight, hidden in the glare of the headlights on the assault vehicle. What he could see though, was a rifle barrel aimed right at his head. Sam very slowly, deliberately made his way toward the car. How did he know I'm underage? he thought suspiciously, I'm covered from head to toe in clothing, cept my eyes of course, and I'm taller than most adults! Maybe my voice...? Nah, it's pretty deep... his thoughts were interrupted by the man calling out again. The speaker stepped out of the glare, a dark-skinned man of middle age, and gently pushed the brooding merchant towards the armored car.

After giving him a few appraising look-overs, the Latin man spoke once more. ”Kid.. you hurt?"

"Nope." he replied in a curt, dismissive voice.

"Been bit?"

"Am I rippin' your face off like a fruit rollup?" there was an obvious smile in his voice now.

"How long have you been assigned to this settlement?”

This question gave Sam pause, but he hesitated for only a moment before saying. "'Bout a week ago I think...my surname is Smith if ya need it." it was a common enough name, and easily passable as a disguise for the time being. The guard pointed to a bench on the vehicle and set Sam down before a radio'd voice came in. It was full of static and number jargon, but the other guards seemed to understand it.

”Wait here kid.. I’m goin to go see if I can help em out.” The well muscled Latino looking guard headed off pointing back at Sam as he ran. The older European looking guard at the top of the vehicle manning the guns pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Sam. He was growing sick of that, really fast. As the dark guard turned to go Sam contemplated yanking off one of those grenade's pins and watching the show...but thought better of it. The white dude was giving him a funny look. It was pissing the boy off.

”Have a seat.. and wait until everything is clear.. you move.. I shoot .. Kapeesh?”

"Eh...'clear'? No habla Ingles..." the man's glare did not abait, and Sam added under his breath "mother fucker..." sitting on the bench, the young merchant was only just realizing how much he needed rest. He had been awake for the past 48 hours and didn't actually feel that tired. He absently shifted the golden charm engraved with a dog between his fingers, wondering how the hell this day could get any worse.

First my goods, then my arm, and now some god damned government pigs. Peeeerfect.

NeonWingedPhoenix · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **NeonWingedPhoenix** on Mon Feb 01, 2010 10:42 pm

The shuffler seemed to pause right before it's rotton teeth closed in about Astrid's flesh " Jezus christ," came a familiar deep voice from behind the squirming face of the undead monster, which was suddenly yanked back and flung bodily away, hitting the ground hard and rolling "You got yoself in a mess." came the voice again. The dead Panther's body was pulled off of her and flung into the nearest fire. Octavius looked down at Astrid and wrinkled his nose " Shoo." he said, seeing her covered in congealed blood and innards, not to mention rotting remains of past victims " I don't know what was so damn important that got you down here, but yo ass nearly got kilt." he said, reaching down and taking Astrid's hand, hauling her to her feet .

He wrinkled his nose again and wiped his face..she stank..badly " Get over to the APC and go hose that shit of yoself before you get infected. There is a spicket over close by with a garden hose on it." he said, pointing. He did not wait for a answer, but turned and made his way over to his men, shaking his head. That woman was out of her damn mind, he did not even know what she was doing over here, this was no place for someone who spent all her time in a lab as she may have just found out. He did not really care if she was traumatized or not, she might have been, but it was her own fault, he had other people to take care of.

It was getting dark, but the whole area was brightly illuminated by the burning buildings, whatever shadows remained were deeper in the light of the flames, perfect places for Panthers to hide. Octavius paused and looked around, one of his hands strayed to the hilt of his knife. Suddenly, the ground began to shake a bit and there was a loud growl before the flaming shack right next to him exploded. A rush of hot ait and fragments of wood, coupled with twisted peices of tin flew past him with enough force to knock him on his back. He looked up to see the massive form of a beast, even walking on it''s knuckles it was over eight feet tall, solid muscle forced to grow to such sizes that the once human head was almost engulfed in it's body, but it still had a mouth to bite with. The Beast bellowed loudly and raised a fist as large as a car's engine block to smash Octavius. Octavius rolled just as the Beast slammed it's fist down, sinking several inches into the soul.

Octavius rolled to his feet, knife drawn, though it would not do any good against a creature like that, not unless he got a decent shot at it's head, which was something else. Gunfire erupted on every side of the Beast, the bullets tearing into it's flesh, but the bullets were too smal to do any real damage, not with all the organs useless anyway. The beasts flesh was only a bit softer then so many layers of kevlar, so the bullets did not go in so far as they might a normal creature. The beast, did not appreciate being shot at and bellowed loudly, raising it's fist and charging through the nearest building, bowling it over , not caring if burning embers or hay covered it for a few seconds, it was charging at whoever was shooting at it and it meaned to smash everyone it could find tonight.

Neava13 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Neava13** on Tue Feb 02, 2010 12:29 am

She closed her eyes and continued to beat the thing then as it was about to bite into the side of her face, it was yanked back and Corporal Franklin’s voice sounded.

" Jezus christ,"

She had never been happier to hear that man’s voice then she was now. She felt the undead pulled away from her entirely. She looked up at the shadowed man above her and smiled brightly feeling like she could just hug him.

"You got yoself in a mess."

She blushed horribly and nodded, ”Yeah.. erm.. can you.” as if reading her mind the body of the panther lifted off her form. She took a deep breath as he reached down and pulled her to her feet. Her back screamed and her body hurt from head to toe but she felt ok, she felt blood trickle down her back, she only hopped that the black ooze from the panther hadn’t soaked into the shirt and was not laying against the wound. She ran her fingers down the front of her slicking off the goo, organs, flesh, and rot from her tank top and skin. ”Thanks” she barely mouthed the words feeling horrible idiotic at the moment.

" I don't know what was so damn important that got you down here, but yo ass nearly got kilt."

She blushed and nodded looking down at the tank top as it stuck to her skin. The wound at her back was sending warm slipping down over her flesh and she knew it had to be fairly deep, though it didn’t hurt too horribly at the moment. She grabbed the bottom of the top and pulled it off her small pale frame not wanting any of the blood to touch the gash at her back leaving her in a sports bra and jeans, her front still coated with black goop even under the shirt.

" Get over to the APC and go hose that shit of yoself before you get infected. There is a spicket over close by with a garden hose on it." He said sounding obviously rather disgusted.

She nodded again and wrapped the sticky pistol in with her rather rotten tank top and started to jog for the assault vehicle. She thought she heard something as she ran by one of the burning shacks so she lowered herself and ran a bit faster. Then the defining shatter of wood exploded and she ducked covering her head and the back of her neck with her hands. She looked over her shoulder to see a beast attacking Corporal Franklin and her eyes went wide. Two other guards opened fire behind her and she turned looking at them horrified, they were going to get themselves killed not one of them was actually aiming for the things head. She looked back behind her as the beast charged towards her and the two guards who fired on it. She dove out of its way as it charged past her narrowly avoiding its swing as it grabbed the two guards and crunched their bodied together.

Blood splattered through the air and the sickening crunch of bone was plainly heard between the intermittent gun fire. The thing threw the two very mangled very dead men to the side and then charged for the armoured truck its body low and a deep growl echoing from its chest. Astrid looked back to see if Franklin was ok only to see a crouched figure on the roof above him, another panther had made itself known as she stood and waved her hands in the air not thinking. Panther’s also like their name were distracted by quick movements. ”HEY! YOU! OVER HERE! LOOK LOOK! DINNER!!!” she screeched as the panther’s eyes shifted from Franklin’s back to the woman jumping around waving her arms like a mad woman. The panther crouched then sprang through the air at Astrid. ”Fuck... “ she muttered as she turned and ran after the beast. She knew that at least where ever the hulking undead ran no other undead would be in its way, so the best direction to flee was right towards the beast.

itsaforeverthingxx · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **itsaforeverthingxx** on Tue Feb 02, 2010 3:19 am

Elle yawned loudly, stretching her limbs as she tried to shake off the feeling of danger that shivered down her back. Blinking twice, she tried to shake off the feeling she had heard something – or someone – screaming in her general direction. Zombies didn’t scream... did they? Pushing herself up off of the large square block of rock, Elle slinked lazily into a sitting position before making out the chunky figure skidding towards her yelling, "Die you Zom bastard!!!"

The thing the person was driving was heading her way with incredible speed. Elle had little time to react, all she could get out coherently was, “What the fu-!!” before launching herself with her good right arm from the rock and skidding about five feet away. Fear really did make you stronger. Before she knew what she was doing, Elle had kicked up the black tote bag that contained her rifle, Birdie, catching it as it flung into her lap. Ripping out the 54 AM sniper rifle, Elle mimicked her earlier use of the weapon and hauled it on her right shoulder, aiming for the MB’s scattered all around her. Due to her photographic memory, she recounted where they were all placed and – with no time to spare on the microscope glass located on Birdie – Elle let out eight shots all around her. The MB’s exploded in front of the vehicle, not only letting bits of earth fly everywhere, but small clouds of black smoke.

Elle didn’t even grab her bag as she then jumped to her feet, Birdie still hunched on her shoulder, and jumped onto the rock she had currently been napping on. Birdie was armed and ready as Elle knelt down on one knee, ready to shoot the head off of the driver. Whoever was driving, was absolutely crazy and Elle could take the ride after she killed the bloody asshole who was currently trying to run her over. She would wait patiently untill the last second before she was mauled by the monster. Grunting in a very unlady-like manner, Elle straightened her posture and waited untill the last second... then she would dive out of the way... her legs might be crushed, but hey, if she was going down she was taking this bastard with her.

“Come get the Birdie...” Elle whispered, pressing gently down on the trigger, her dark blue hue glaring dangerously through the lenses of her weapon. She couldn’t see much through the black smoke, but that only meant they probably couldn’t see her either. Her left hand started to shake from the pressure of her weapon and she tried to steady it as best she could. “God-damn arm!” she screamed. Sometimes, she wished she could just cut it off.

Neava13 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Neava13** on Tue Feb 02, 2010 3:34 am

Tipsy

The truck slid down the cracked and battered highway effortlessly the roar of the engine filled her senses, diving was her life, it was the place where she felt at piece. The low scrub pines on the sides of the road obscured the view; on the road itself there were a couple crumpled cars that caused Tipsy to have to slow and swerve to maneuver around them. This stretch of road was roughly maintained, but trade caravans often traveled it so it was cleared for the most part. The sway of trees off to the side made her slow the truck, a hulking mass of sinew caused her to bring the car to a dead stop. The beast grabbed one of the trees that was blocking its access to the road and threw it at the truck grazing the side with a loud metallic screech. Sid who had been sleeping next to her woke up and looked around stunned grabbing the rifle laid over his lap.

Tipsy slid her hand out and touched his shoulder as she turned off the truck and tossed Sid the keys, ”Wait here.. I’ll ask him to move.” Sid looked at her bug eyed but for some reason didn’t object, ”Lock the door until I warm up ok?” He nodded and started to speak though Tipsy quickly grabbed his face and kissed him silencing his protest. She then slipped out of the hummer and closed the door walking in front of it as the beast charged towards her. A deep guttural roar echoed from its throat as the hulking muscle bound undead lunged. Tipsy could feel everything go cold.. her heart beat slowed.. the emotions pulled back, everything was clearer, perfect, beautiful, and peaceful. The Beast shoved the truck back as he grabbed for the beautiful black haired pale woman. Though it grabbed nothing but air. It looked confused at its hands and then roared turning around.

Tipsy stood there her hand on her hips, her loose fitting tank top showing off her chest, though her skin was dead pale, her lips blue, and her eyes so pale they looked dead and gray. She raised a finger and waved it side to side at him, a wicked smirk across her lips. Her canines were sharp, and her gums above them blue as well. The last heart beat sounded in her chest and then it was replaced by the hunger. The best stood up looking at her confused then it turned its attention back to the truck and roared. Within a second Tipsy was on the truck hood crouched a deep guttural growl snarled through her sharp teeth, ”My food!.. Go find your own!” The beast pushed its face to Tipsy’s as they stared each other down. She bared her fangs continuing to crouch, then she reached up and slid her fingers over the dead things cheek. Its skin was slimy, dead, but the muscle beneath were like iron.

”There’s a good boy.. now.. off the road if you'd be so kind.. I have places ta go things ta see.” She gave the beast a pat on the cheek as it grunted then backed away looking rather confused, before long it had disappeared behind the trees. Tipsy stared at Sid through the windshield her eyes hungry, dead, and wide as her lips curled back showing the sharp fangs hidden beneath her blue lips. She put a hand against the windshield watching the man inside like a predator would its pray, hunger filled her existence to the point of madness.. she just needed one bite.. just one bite then the pain would end.. just one.

”Why don’t you come out and play Moose.. I need you.. sooo sooooo bad.” her voice sultry her expression pouty though her eyes still stayed dead and hungry, her lips still blue and her skin still ashen. She then ran her other hand up her chest until her nails touched the soft skin above her breasts. She made a panther like purr and then her nails dug into her flesh blood flowing down the front of her white tank top as she tore the flesh from her bones, ”I’m just dying to play with you Moose.”

Tipsy woke up drenched in sweat her eyes looked over at Sid sleeping next to her in the back of the hummer. No light filtered through the still slants covering the front windows. She closed her eyes catching her breath, then she heard them.. the voices called.. hunger.. all of them snarled.. each one wanted to eat.. so hungry.. she felt something warm and wet at her chest and looked down to see blood flowing down between her breasts soaking the night shirt she wore. Four deep claw marks trailed down the front of her chest as she yelped and scooted away from Sid her eyes wide with fright then she raised her right hand to see her fingers and hand coated with blood flesh collected under her nails.

The wounds at her chest burned with pain and she quickly grabbed the medical kit off the bottom shelf to patch the claw marks before Sid woke up to see, she was shaking to horribly to be as quiet as she wanted to be however. The dreams had been getting worse the farther East they went. She had not dreamed in over 3 years, not until two days ago, then the dreams started. They were becoming more vivid, how long before she dreamed about eating Sid and woke up wripping his throat out? Each time she woke she heard the call of the night crawlers, the beasts, the panthers, and shufflers outside the hummer. It had been horrible when they had skirted around Kansas City two days ago, she had woken to the sound of the hungry cries soo intense her teeth tingled and her body shook. She wasn’t going to let this stop her though.. she needed to get to New Chicago, it was the largest city left in North America.. The man they were tracking was affiliated with an organization based there.. and it was the only place that might give them a solid lead to follow.

Ghaarme · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ghaarme** on Tue Feb 02, 2010 5:59 pm

Still fiddling with the tiny medallion, Sam's eyes shifted from the stern guard to the wrecked area beyond him. A heavy beat resonated deep within his chest, a suiting song for the scene played out before him he thought...the boy paused. That beat wasn't in his head. It was actually happening, and it was growing louder and closer. Even the gunman going through his mid-life crisis turned to see what the commotion was about...and damn-near shit himself. A behemoth of rotting flesh and pallid skin was charging the APC.

"Holy shit!" the guard turned and opened fire on the undead giant, unloading the pistol as quickly as humanly possible to no visible effect. He began to reload and glanced at Sam, who was of course, just sitting there whistling. "What the fuck are you doing? Do something!"

Sam turned his sheathed face to regard the man and smiled underneath. "As I recall, you said you'd shoot me if I moved."

"Well get the fuck up and help me man!" and that was all the merchant needed.

Sam was already up and moving, and the Beast was closing the gap of no more than twenty feet at this point. Black-gloved hands rapidly unzipped the large jacket and rummaged through a multitude of built-in pockets and hand-made patches each housing a different item. He had all but memorized the location of each and every piece hidden within the garment and it took less than four seconds for him to ready what was needed for the occassion. With a soft grunt both arms flew up and a pair of compact grenades went sailing for the Beast's shoulders, the two pins still in Sam's hands. One a standard fragmentation grenade, the other an oil based incendiary explosive. Both ignited after roughly three seconds of flight, when the Beast had already gotten within ten feet of the armored car. An explosion of high-intensity flames and shredding metal, probably blinding the thing too. The guard was put back by the seemingly passive settler's display as Sam was already in motion.

After he had covered barely seven feet the Beast burst out of the flames in an enraged fury and smashed the area of the car where he had been standing mere moments ago with both hulking fists. A spray of gore told Sam of the pissy guard's fate, and he kept up a run.

The Beast roared and waved it's great limbs from side to side in an attempt to find purchase on something and possibly fan away the flames that were eating away at it's upper body. Sam was a good twenty feet away by this point and spun on the ball of his foot to see a woman drenched in blood gunning it straight for him. A quick unzip brought out the boomstick from the slung gymbag and another moment brought the firearm in line with her midsection. He was about to shoot too until another, larger more deadly creature came into view loping with...no...after her.

Shiiiit. the teen peeled his eyes away from Astrid's bouncing breasts long enough to shift to the side and take two loud pot-shots at the panther. Both shells tore into the undead's lower back and severed the creature into two pieces. It screeched and resumed it's pursuit of the scientist, at a much slower, two-handed pace this time.

The Beast and several shufflers turned in the direction of the shots and made their own approach. The larger undead adopted a loping stride toward their position, roaring as it went. He noticed that it's face was totally torn and burned away and the flames on it's upper body made the freak look alot like GhostRider... no time to dwell on it now. The dark teen grabbed the blood-soaked woman and began to pull her in the direction opposite to the big ass man eater towards a caved in house. Once their he tossed her the boomstick.

"It has two shots left lady. Make em count." Sam reached into his jacket to reveal two small flasks. One held motor oil, the other larger container just plain old water. "Time to spread the love." both glass vials were thrown onto the adavancing Beast, now only twenty feet from the pair, and the flames burst to life and spread at an alraming rate across it's body. Sam was too pissed for words.

"Aye chica, looks like we're in deep shit. I'm Sam by the way." the Beast was still standing and roaring like a rabid animal, and the shufflers were coming.

aipsylon · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **aipsylon** on Tue Feb 02, 2010 6:50 pm

The Strike team moved in on the area he told them too, moving in and rescuing the civilian he watched as the civilian stood and seemed to be speaking with Octavius about something. Then she started to move off back toward the APC he looked away, starting to scan the settlement once more. Only a few moments later a large explosion erupted and the form of a beast grabbed his eye. He took aim, but noted there were too many friendlies in the area for him to get a clean shot. "Dammit". Then it was worse. He noted that they were only using light arms to bring the thing down. "With what they were using they may as well be shooting potatoes".

He looked around the camp to see try to find someone to take his post while he went down to assist. At this range there was not much that he could do since the risk of hitting a friendly was too great. Fortunately he spotted a couple standing at the fence, looking out to see what all the commotion was about. "You two, watch the southern city. Standard patrol and battle recon if you are able. He reached down to his hip to grab his walkie, but noticed one of the men had one on their hip.

He traded out the mostly empty clip for a full one It was never a good idea to go in with only two shots until you had to reload, and there was plenty of small arms fire there that he need not worry about shufflers too much. He placed the near empty clip back on his flak jacket snapping in the new one. He started his bike, before peeling out, sending a line of dust behind him as he sped toward the Beast, and the grouping of soldiers there. As he shot down the hill toward the burning settlement. He looked across the engagement area blinking as he did. The civilian was running after the beast, what kind of idiot did that, it was only then that he realized that chasing the zombie that was running away from you was better than running toward the one that wanted to eat you.

He lost sight of the areas as he reached level with the settlement. Ahh, man did it feel nice to feel the wind through his hair, and listen to her purring beneath him. If it weren't for this God-forsaken war he was certain that he would have been a racer of some sort. He loved the feeling as he shot across the landscape, though it was difficult to enjoy it much at that moment. He had to focus on meeting up with the strike team. He picked up speed as as he came down the street, He heard another explosion , a flash of light in the sky pointing to where he was needed. That was followed by a gunshot. That must've taken down the Panther. If the user was a good shot anyway.

Several seconds later he saw Flames rise up a left at the next intersection as he shot along the street, skidding to a halt in front of Astrid and Sam, firing a pair of FRAG-12s into the lumbering beast, the first blowing the beast's head clean off and the second aimed at its leading arm at the elbow. He didn't after all want the things momentum causing the beast slide into them, a ton of dead-weight could still squish you flat. The second shot hit right on target as well, the small grenade failing to sever the limb though it managed to shatter the joint. The beast's leading arm collapsed, and he watched it as it slid toward him stopping a few inches in front of him. He turned over his shoulder 'You two looked like you could use a hand.' Well that is what he had planned to say. though upon seeing Astrid The only thing that came to his lips was, "Dr. Williams?"

He sat there in shock for a fraction of a second before turning forward. There would be time to ask questions when there were not shufflers making their way toward them.

NeonWingedPhoenix · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **NeonWingedPhoenix** on Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:43 am

A deep breath, the ruffling of a blanket and a faint mmf announced that Sid had awakened from his sleep. A pair of hands came up to rub his sleepy eyes and face, then fell on his knees as he slowly opened one eye, his face screwed to one side as he rubbed some sleep from that troublesome eye " Tipsy ?" he said, his voice a bit cracked as he was not one hundred percent awake " What's got you up so early ?" he asked, looking over his shoulder " Babe ?" he asked, rolling over on his hand and knees and sliding himself forward to see what she was up to. She had the med-kit out and had just finished bandaging a wound that seemed to be on her chest. He did not remember her receiving a wound there anytime recently.

He scooted himself up closer to Tipsy and looked up at her face. He had been traveling with Tipsy for a while now and they had already been through a lot together, they had slipped out of many bad situations and had some help aloung the way. it was just recently that TIpsy had stumbled on to a very important piece of information that had given her a mission, some might even say a purpose. Sid had had to make a choice, the mission was, in essence, Tipsy's, the outcome would only benefit her, and she had told him that he did not need to stay with her, that he could move on. Sid had opted to stay, stating that they were a great team together. That, and he could not in his right mind leaver her alone to travel all by herself..she could manage easy enough, but she also had ..needs that only he knew about and could help her deal with it.

Sid had noticed that Tipsy had been uneasy while she slept for the past few days, whatever she was dreaming about was not pleasent. He did not sleep very well at night, to be honest his dreams kept him from sleeping a lot, so he usually had time to kill while he lay down and he spent some of that time watching Tipsy sleep. She tossed and she turned, mumbling in her sleep sometimes..sometimes she cried, sometimes she smiled..whatever the dreams were, they were quite vivid..and tonight's had not been very good at all..and he wondered if whatever kind of wound she was bandaging up had anything to do with that.
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The massive creature crashed to the ground, twitching slightly, greasy flames rising up from it's hulking frame. Moments passed and all movement in the settlement seemed to stop. Gunfire still rang out at intervals throughout the place, but other then that it was very quiet. The massive Beast jerked one more time and suddenly leapt up again, it's arms raised up as it threw itself forward with a spasmodic churn of it's legs and arm. As it rose into the air, a dark grey, decaying brain dangled from the end of a bent spinal cord. The creature was dead, but like a serpent that could still bite, even after it's head had been cut off. The massive fist, still clenched int death, rose and would fall directly onto the three if they did not move. A hellish, firely sillouhette against the starless black of the sky above, a fell red halo of flames surrounded the body framed against the sky.

slack-R · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **slack-R** on Wed Feb 03, 2010 11:07 am

Lockon propped his back against the wooden front door of the house, his M16 resting between his legs. He pulled the cloth that covered the bottom half of his face down and tilted his head back. The house was completely dark, aside from the light from the fireplace in the living room to his left. He could hear the voices of the refugee's upstair and he breifly wished that they would all just shut the hell up. He was beginning to get a terrible headache . . .

There was an increase in the pressure on his left shoulder and he shifted his body, trying to make the girl sleeping on him a little more comfortable. He stared at her, sleepily, for a moment. Alina. . . they had come all this way, a two day trip to get her. It was a huge gamble, he had no idea if she was still here but she was. She'd found a way to survive . . .

His thought's trailed off as he heard footsteps enter the room. Instinctively, he stiffened a bit until he realized it was only Yassan . . .he relaxed, but not by much.

"We have to leave this place. We won't survive here much longer." The man spoke with a thick Russian accent, staring Lockon intently. For some reason it was making him a little uncomfortable . . .

"I know. But we have to wait for the opportunity. We can't just rush out of here. There may not be many of those things left here but they know we're here. As long as we're in here, we're safe."

The answer didn't seem to satistfy the man. He pushed on. "We not have the time to wait for an opportunity. We can't save them all. The least we can do is save ourselves."

Lockon thought for a moment before he spoke. "And just how to you propose we get out of here? Seeing as though we've got no form of transportation. We'll all die."

"And that my american friend is where you are wrong. Three miles from here a truck. I see it on our way in."

"And how do we even know that piece of shit is gonna run?"

"We don't."

Lockon sighed. Damn this guy. . . . "Fine. But you know we can't make two trips . . . we're taking a huge risk, leaving here. The second we step outside, there's gonna be a horde of those things coming straight for us."

"I know. I'll provide a . . . distraction. You and them. You run. I'll follow." Yassan grinned. Again, a shiver ran down Lockon's spine.

"Where's the truck?"

Neava13 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Neava13** on Wed Feb 03, 2010 2:15 pm

" Tipsy ?" Sid's voice called out groggily.

" What's got you up so early ?" She hurriedly covered the last of the gashes as he started to move.

" Babe ?" he said turning and looking towards her.

She pulled the tape over the gos at her chest and looked up at Sid her eyes were pale blue and wide with fright, the white shirt she wore was stained with blood and her hair was wild. Her right hand was hidden in her lap as she sat cross legged, then smiled at Sid nervously. "Erm.. ah.. dreams.. just dreams.. they are getting worse the farther east we go.. I don't know why.. they just are." She then pointed towards the cab of the truck, "They are gettin louder.. clearer too.. there are about 34 shufflers, 10 panthers, 2 beasts, 28 night crawlers.. and.. something else different then I'm used to.. but they are all waiting..all of them are just waiting.. I.. I think I'll drive for a bit ok? Clear my mind. " she chuckled and then waved her hand at him looking embarrassed as she got up and made her way through the altered passage between the cab of the hummer and the cargo hood.

She slid into the driver seat flipping on the red night driving lights. "Never mind.. I'm being an idiot.. ignore me.. get some more sleep ok sexy?" she grinned back over her shoulder at him her face in the red lights looked almost sinister showing off her perfect teeth and their sharp edges. Turning back around she pulled a CD case from under her chair and opened it like it carried the most valuable treasure in the world. She slipped out a CD marked "Driving Mix" She slipped it in then put pulled an old set of clunky head phones from a compartment in the dash. She plugged them into the player mounted in the center console she had constructed and then put them over her ears. Within a couple seconds she had the metal slants flattened and pushed back into the upper frame above her head. A loud clunk was heard as a night crawler jumped to the hood of the car there was a seething mass of black outside the hummer and she turned on the headlights only to illuminate the growing masses before them.

Tipsy grinned as she started the truck it snarled to life with the huge engine she had updated it sounded more like a muscle care then a truck and when she revved it, the sound sent vibrations into your chest. Then she flipped off the night crawler that was pressed against the glass blood and gore showing over her right hand as she hit the gas and the truck flew forward down the dark road. Black blood splattered the windshield, the loud pop and crunch of undead being drug under the truck sounded then a beast ran for the road. She shifted the truck into higher and higher gears as they got closer to the hulking form that blotted out everything but its massive flesh. She then grinned brightly the red light of the cab making her look all the more demonic.

”Hold on to something Sid! she gunned the truck harder then shifted into a lower gear keeping her foot on the clutch. At the last minute she turned the steering wheel sideways slamming the entire side of the truck into the beast. If the hulking form hadn’t have been there she would have rolled the truck but the beast caused the truck to bound back to its wheels as Tipsy let go of the clutch and slammed on the gas. The truck roared forward then peeled out sideways again as she directed it towards the road.

” Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!!!”

Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!!!!” Her voice a snarl as the hummer plowed down the road she hit every undead before her soon the windshield was almost totally covered in black ooze as she finally turned the windshield wipers on continuing to sing at a low growl with the music.

Neava13 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Neava13** on Wed Feb 03, 2010 3:14 pm

Astrid

She was grabbed and pulled to the side, she ducked as the thing burst into flames turning to also see the panther that she had been running from crawling towards the two the bottom half of it missing. Her eyes were wide she was pale and bit stricken. It was like a bad dream no matter where she ran she just got into worse and worse trouble. She was drug into a shack and a shot gun was thrust into her hands. She fumbled with it shakily and pointed it towards the flaming mass of flesh and bone. The skeletal like face staring at them from under the flames made her freeze.

"It has two shots left lady. Make em count."

She nodded though the rest of his words were lost to the sound of the burning flesh and the pounding of her heart in her ears. She pulled the shot gun into her shoulder as she raised it then Sam spread more fire over the thing as it advanced. She was about to pull the trigger when Sheridan one of the guards slid his bike between herself and the beast. The barrel of the shotgun was aimed at the back of his head as she yelped and pointed it upwards firing it. Sheridan looked back and smiled at the two of them after he basically blew the huge beast to kingdom come with rounds that still made her ears ring. She saw him speak though she couldn’t hear a damn thing he said. His look of shock told her however that he recognized her and a blush spread through her cheeks. Though the redness was overshadowed by the grime on her face, then the seething mass of flame and rot raised a huge fist and slammed itself towards Sheridan.

”MOVE!” Astrid Screamed and grabbed the man by the shoulders pulling him backwards as fast as she could hoping to pull him out of the way of the blow, sadly though she wasn’t aiming to save his bike, and she wasn’t that strong so she just ended up toppling backwards and probably pulling the heavily armed larger man on top of her in the process.

slack-R · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **slack-R** on Wed Feb 03, 2010 4:18 pm

"Stay down. And stay quiet." Lockon cautioned as the group slowly grouped at the back door. "Yassan." The Russian nodded, advancing to a stone wall several yards away and crouching, eyes peeled for any movement. His sniper rifle was trained ahead and he scanned the area before giving a small wave indicating it was clear.

"Go. One at a time. Wait until you get his signal." One by one the refugee's made their way to cover until Lockon and Alina brought up the rear. Yassan nodded and Lockon hopped over the wall to and ran for the side of an old barn house. It was barely intact from years of abandonment but it would be decent enough for now. Peering around the corner he scanned the area . . .clear for now. He waved the first refugee over and within seconds the two of them were huddle against the wall.

"Head for the tree line and wait there." he commanded and waved the second one over. The process went smoothly, when one headed for Lockon, the other headed for the forest. Eventually there were two left, Alina and of course Yassan. Alina came first. Having to keep an eye on the refugee's ahead of him, he was a bit edgy but relaxed when he felt her hand on his back.

"Alright. You ready?" he whispered. She nodded and he checked the clearing one last time . . .

A scream rang out from the tree line and Lockon's head snapped in the direction. "Fuck! I said quiet!" he indicated for Yassan to provide cover and moved to the tree line, gun trained as he came upon the refugee's.

"What the hell happened? I said quiet!" he tried not to yell as he realize there was nothing. Everyone was accounted for.

"I . . . got scared . . i thought . . ." It was a young girl who spoke. Lockon sighed. Dammit . . .there people would be the death of him. He'd taken on alot more than he could handle here and he knew it. He turned and waved Yassan and Alina over, covering their approach. Suddenly there was a rustle, quick, behind him. He turned on a swivel, dropping his M16 and drawing the pistol that was holstered on his hip with his right hand. He brought his left across the right side of the face of the girl, pushing her to the ground and firing simultaneously. In the distance, there was a sickening scream and then a dull thud as something hit the ground.

"Damn! We've got to move. NOW!" he grabbed the girl, hauling her to her feet and motioning for the others to follow him. They took the main road, Lockon in front, Yassan covering behind them. It was only gonna be a matter of time until a horde of them came . . . he racked his head for a quick idea. The only thing that came to mind was what would happen if he didn't make it. He didn't want to think about the massive amount of undead out there that must have heard the scream and the gunshot. He didn't have to imagine long of course. In the distance there was a massive snarling sound.

"KEEP MOVING!" he yelled back, picking up the pace. "Alina!" he tossed her his pistol. "Any of you who believe in some kinda god better start praying." he whispered as he grabbed his rifle, hanging from his body.

"Here we go." Yassan grinned.

Ghaarme · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ghaarme** on Wed Feb 03, 2010 5:18 pm

No words, excluding a myriad of curses, could describe what was running through the concealed merchant's mind. The Beast's hide and head were being burnt to a foul-smelling crisp, and chunks of metal had shreeded the rest of it's face...yet it still advanced. The woman had taken the gun with unsteady hands and was aiming it at the monstrous undead's midsection. Samuel's breathing came in long, steady breaths. He was unafraid. The boy had always seen death as an eventuality that none could escape, and he was glad that he wouldn't go out like a bitch with pissed pants and a full clip. He mentally scanned the compartments of his jacket only to find nothing of true convention against the creature.

One frag...two more oil flasks and...oh shit! it came to him like a...well, like a Beast smashing a brick wall.

A pair of deep bangs sounded off and the charging behemoth suddenly found itself without a head, and as it leaned forward to fall dead to the ground, a second concentrated shot forced it's arm to collapse under it's own weight. Some dude- a guard, Sam suspected, rode down on a revving bike and interposed himself between Astrid and the now still Beast. The neat looking man glanced back and looked as if he wanted to say something, but all that came out was a slightly confused;

"Dr. Williams?"

Sam chimed in with, "Nice shot dude! Gotta teach me how to do that sometime! I can only really use shotguns because it's pretty much just point and shoot...damn..."

In their little exchange they seemed to have forgotten the twelve or so shufflers advancing on their position. He unzipped the gym bag and withdrew a sawed off shotgun, a 'souvenir' from his last visit to an army area. Another four-round shell-case was also taken out and tossed in Astrid's direction without a word. Sam assumed that the gun-toting man was talking to the bloody chick so he turned to inspect the felled giant. The Beast lie in a massive gray mound of muscle and rot. It's skull had been totalled and the larger-than-average malformed brain hung out of it's meaty neck by a thick spinal cord. The teen cocked his head slightly, adopting a thoughtful pose. Didn't the undead survive as long as their brains were still intact?

In less time than it took for the merchant to draw his next breath the monster was up again and raising both fists for a double overhand strike...right on top of the three in the shack. Just as he was about to shout a warning the woman shrieked out one of her own and yanked the guard on top of her and just out of the smashing area. Sam had rolled back in much the same manner, but his motion was a tad more deliberate and prepared. Watching dead things had it's perks ya know. The Beast's arms slammed down where they had just stood and crumpled the man's bike into a heap of twisted metal, a small explosion resulting from the exposed gasoline meeting the monster's flaming body. Sam was close enough to feel the heat of the fire, but he feel too much through the layers of clothing and completed his roll, popping up next to the fallen pair.

"Oooooh!" the thick-barreled shotgun was pumped once and pointing at the freak's graymatter, "Here comes the pain!" a single deafening shot blasted out of the firearm.

A hunk of flesh was torn off of the thing's chest, but it had moved too fast for the mediocre shot to do any damage to the brain. Shit! the creature began to lumber forth once more and Sam had started running back towards the APC, narrowly ducking under the swinging arm of the Beast. He could hear the rush of wind as the great limb passed by.

"Why the fuck are you still standing?!" he yelled as loudly as possible. Apparently the thing could still hear to an extent, as it turned towards the mobile merchant and renewed it's charge in his direction. Sam noted how it's brain smacked against it's chest with a sickening splat.

"Grodie. Hey, lovebirds!" he was panting now and made a sharp turn near a burning building, "I do quite like living, so help me for fuck's sake!" the ponderous undead came crashing through the corner of the structure, it's own flames still raging and began to close on Sam.

Damn. Fuck. Shit. Wil- a shuffler seemed to appear out of nowhere in his path and Sam blew a gaping hole into it's chest while exclaiming;

"JesusChristMonkeyBalls! Watch where you're going!"

Liquidus · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Liquidus** on Wed Feb 03, 2010 10:21 pm

Hime yelped as the MBs went off and her vision was obscured by smoke; she was frightened a bit by the small explosions, slumping to the right using her left arm to maintain control of Blue as she slowed the buggy down, veering off to the left. The buggy hit something, but it was no Zom; lump she hit was quite rough, and it caused her to skid to a spinning stop. It was quite rough, but she had braced for a hard stop by grabbing onto the passenger seat. She felt Blue lean to the right. "Goddamn you! I got a flat you ass!" She unwrapped the seat belt from her hand, reaching for her gun under her seat as she slid out of the driver seat. Lucky for her she wasn't wearing a seatbelt, so she ducked on the side of her buggy.

She couldn't see the woman all that clearly, but she knew she had a gun; she couldn't hit the broad side of a barn and she knew. "Hey you ass, I was in the army, you sure you want to try to shoot me?" She was bluffing like hell and she couldn't she a damn thing because of the dark smoke that was slowly clearing. "I already got a bead on you! Move and I'll put a bullet through your face!" Again, she bluffed like hell; even if they didn't believe her, they would at least have the thoughts in their head. "What the hell should I do? I heard eight shots..sounded like she using a big gun..and I didn't she her aim at me." She thought to herself.

"At least she's not a Zom.." She chuckled in all her madness thinking of the many times she had tried to run people down; she had even gotten plugged in the side a couple of times goofing off. She kept the key in Blue's ignition and she was still chuggin' away. She figured the woman would still think she was in the driver seat.

slack-R · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **slack-R** on Thu Feb 04, 2010 10:56 am

Lockon headed up the front, leading the way to where this truck was supposed to be. They had lost all element of stealth; now it was run your ass off and hope you got lucky. Keeping his head on a swivel he caught a glimpse of one of the undead, racing through the treeline. His heart dropped.

"Panthers!!" he yelled. "Everyone keep moving!! And don't run straight!" he cautioned, bringing his weapon up and firing into the tree's. Bark splintered off the trees and the zombie, who had just crouched to jump, was now tumbling, crashing through the underbrush. One down. But how many more of those fuckers are there? He turned hearing a scream and his jaw literally dropped.

Thirteen. That's how many he could see while running. All in a pack, all wanting nothing more that to rip into his flesh. Alina, who had made her way to the front of the pack, turned with him.

"This isn't looking very good for us is it?" she said, grimly. He didn't answer, only strafed sideways, firing small bursts of gunfire at the targets, who now were on the move.

"Damn damn damn." he said as he emptied a clip, yanking it out of the weapon and slamming another in. He cocked the rifle and began again, firing at whatever he thought he could hit. Headshots would be most effective, but he figured if he could hit a leg, that would be enough to slow one down. Looking for his partner, he realized how far behind the Russian was, a young woman in front of him, running. "Keep it moving Yassan!" he yelled.

The man grinned again and pulled out a pistol. Lockon turned and increased his speed. If everything was on point, the truck should be . . . .

THERE!!! About 200 yards away was an old house. The truck was just peeking around the side. "Go for the house!" he yelled. If they could get in there and lock the doors . . .

He turned back and realized it was a big if. Those things were a leap away . . . and with that many . . .

Suddenly another scream. He watched as Yassan yanked the girl back, by her pony tail, Shoving the pistol in her leg, he fired a shot and let go. She dropped, yelling in agony and Lockon almost ran back.

"NO!" he felt someone grab his arm, pulling him to the house. "I won't lose you . . ." Alina pleaded. Angrily he ran, not able to tear his eyes away from the girl, tears streaming down. The undead pounced, ripping into her flesh, tearing her to pieces as the rest of them hurried into the house. They locked and barricaded the door, Yassan and Lockon both running to the second floor and leaning out the window, guns trained. They fired shots almost simultaneously, killing off six of the horde before the rest retreated. When they were out of view, Yassan stood up, his smirk still on his face.

Lockon's fist came up, slamming into the side of the man's jaw. As he stumbled back, he grabbed him by the shirt collar, shoving him into a dresser drawer. "What the fuck was that?" he demanded.

"I save our lives." Yassan simply stated. there was no emotion in his voice.

"You killed that girl!" Lockon yelled! "You fucking cunt! You killed her!"

"You know the rules we live by." Yassan whispered. "Kill one. Save millions. It was a necessary death."

"That life is over for us." Lockon gritted his teeth. "It's been over . . . " He shoved Yassan away and headed out the room. "If you ever cross me . . ." he started. "I will kill you."

He let the threat hang in the air as he exited the room.

aipsylon · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **aipsylon** on Thu Feb 04, 2010 3:39 pm

"Nice shot dude! Gotta teach me how to do that sometime! I can only really use shotguns because it's pretty much just point and shoot...damn.."

He looked to Sam. "Later, we'll work something out." He turned back to Astrid missing the blush completely do to the slick coating of liquefied flesh across her entire body, from the crown of her head to the tip of her toe. It was then that the beast reared up in a final spasmatic motion, lifting its weight up over them.

Casey was about to gun the engine and shoot off to the side, but the next thing he knew hew was falling backward, landing on top of someone. He could do nothing but watch as the ton of putrid flaming flesh came crashing down on top of his bike. Dammit he had just finished fixing her, now she was gonna be nothing but part for the next one. "Shit."

As the moment of anger passed, he quickly became aware of the rotting stench of decay. He looked back, at Astrid, noticing that she was covered in their flesh, even after falling. What had she been doing? It wasn't until then that he realized that she likely didn't appreciate him being on top of her. He rolled off of her. he popped out the clip. "Seven left two right." *he attached the clip to his jacket before taking one of the Drums and inspecting it for a moment to be certain it had not been damaged before sliding it back into the weapon. Hearing it click into place he began to look around. As he did his eyes came to rest on the other man there, a person he did not recognize.

"Oooh, Here comes the Pain." The man fired a loud shot blowing what remained of the beast's brain to pieces.

It only took him a moment fgrab Astrid by the gooey shirt, lifting her to her feet by it."Watch behind us. If it can catch us shoot it. Got it?"

"Grodie. Hey, lovebirds! I do quite like living, so help me for fuck's sake!" The stranger yelled as he rounded the corner, having already left one alive, well able to move anyway. You'd think in all this time they'd have come up with some terms for it. The fool was gonna get himself killed, and possibly anyone with him. For that very reason he followed him toward the APC, but a good fifteen steps behind.

Casey watched as the strange man exclained "JesusChristMonkeyBalls! Watch where you're going!" *he heard the shot, then saw the Zombie knocked back slightly as it was hit square in the chest leaving a rather impressive hole, though ultimately it was mostly ineffective

"Firing." He shouted warning Sam not to do anything stupid like charge the thing. He fired taking down the injured Zombie its brains flying out as the top of its head disintegrated from the shotgun blast at such a short range. He mumbled "31." He had been aiming to blow the whole head off as he continued walking. Keeping an ear out for any thing coming around a corner or creeping along the roofs. As he moved he stuck to the middle of the streets. They already knew where he was, at least like this they would have to cover some distance before reaching him. "Why the hell did you have to pull me off my bike. I can salvage the thing for parts at best now."

NeonWingedPhoenix · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **NeonWingedPhoenix** on Thu Feb 04, 2010 4:32 pm

The beast charged forward, it's brain dangling limply from the end of it's spinal column. He was gaining quickly on the lad and it would have overcome him had not the creature's brain popped of the end of the spinal column, all of the swaying and slapping against it's chest had cause the soft organ to disintegrate, including inner most cortex that was the only functioning part of the creature's brain. It dropped like a stone, arms flying out limply a it landed spread eagle on the ground, still burning. It did not even twitch, for it's brain lay squashed under it's own weight.

Octavius picked himself up from underneath a peice of tin that had fallen on him when the Beast bowled him over. He had been lucky that the beast was very stupid and more concerned about how many it squashed, rather then who. He groaned and rubbed his head, he had been knocked sensless when he hit the back of his head against a board. He looked around and immedeatly saw two men had been crushed and he cursed. He made his way over to the APC..they were too crushed to ressurect. The grisly scene was just one of hundred that he had seen over his life, you kinda got used to it after a while. He looked around, wondering where the Doctor had gotten to " Docta Williams !!" he called out, pressing a button on his radio to signal all the other troops in the area to converge on the APC " Docta Williams !!" he cried out a little louder..damn, this was going to be annoying if she got herself killed, he would probabley have to serve longer to make up for it.

Neava13 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Neava13** on Thu Feb 04, 2010 5:16 pm

She couldn't breath, God he was heavy, she grunted and groaned as he laid against her she could feel dirt and debris being pressed into the cut at her back she whimpered at the pain, but bit her lip hoping that Casey would get off of her soon. And of course much to her relief he did. He mumbled something as he stood and then she pushed herself up to a sitting position only to be grabbed by her sports bra and lifted to her feet. She blushed even more as he told her to watch their back her fist clenching at her side as her other hand reached up to grab his wrist. She felt like her boobs were going to slip from her top as he man handled her, but she was a little too scared to punch him or protest the fact that he basically had a hold of the only thing keeping her decent at the moment. He dropped her to the ground and she kept at his back looking down at the goo covered pistol on the ground. She reached down picked it up and then tossed the mush covered shirt away, her back sent a slicing pain through her and she bit her bottom lip stifling a cry. There were several shambling forms in the flickering fire light, her eyes focused on each fiery reflective surface.

"Why the hell did you have to pull me off my bike. I can salvage the thing for parts at best now."

Casey asked her as they moved forward, she winced and continued to fumble with cleaning her pistol as she replied, "I didn't think you saw the beast.. sorry.. I.. I thought I was helping." Astrid hated the fact that she was making blunder after blunder and makeing her self look all the more iditoic. Though she quickly made another blunder and dropped the magazine from her pistol her hands shaking horribly as she moved with Casey, She then proceeded to quickly clear the chamber and try to clean the goop from the slide and chamber. She cursed under her breath as she fumbled and dropped the slide squatting down to grab it. She heard something else in the darkness and her eyes narrowed focusing on a single set of eyes reflecting off to the side. They were crouched and a bit larger than the shufflers she quickly shoved her pistol back together and pointed it out from her as she backed away from the eyes slowly. Casey had continued towards the APC leaving her slightly behind the rest as she watched the zombies move towards her. The larger set of eyes continuing to catch her attention.

She heard her name and her eyes shifted towards the center of the burning settlement.

"Docta Williams!"

She saw Corporal Franklin step out from behind a building calling for her. She would have waved if it hadn't been for the pistol she held in both hands not sure if it would even fire. Her eyes kept locked on the larger set of undead eyes that seemed to be slowly advancing to her in the darkness. She couldn't make out its shape, only that it was bigger, and its eyes did not bob or weave instead they stayed constant locked on her form. Her body was shaking like a leaf she felt nauseous and faint she could feel warmth sliding down her back she wasn't really sure how bad the gash was only that it was hurting horribly.

She called out to Franklin and the others, "Guys! What the hell is the thing in front of me.. is it just a panther?" she still couldn't make out its form but its unwavering attention made her heart hammer in her chest. She had thought a panther would have already leapt at her.. this thing however didn't it just stalked her keeping to the shadows waiting for the right moment. There were 7 other advancing shufflers around the larger undead.. or at least 7 sets of slow moving bobbing reflective eye like lights in front of her.

aipsylon · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **aipsylon** on Thu Feb 04, 2010 6:44 pm

"I didn't think you saw the beast.. sorry.. I.. I thought I was helping." *didn't see the beast, the thing was huge, the even if the shadow from the flames hadn't been there, the creaking metal from underneath it as it twitched, never-mind the fact that by the time she pulled he had been looking right at the thing. This wasn't the place to argue though. They had to get back to the APC and back to the fence. What was he thinking leaving the nice safe position up there.

"Docta Willliams" He heard Corporal Franklin call out.

Thank god, someone that could actually be of some assistance. still he was a good distance away and things could go from bad to worse with alarming ease. "Hurry along catch up two steps separation."

Casey took a few brief glances over his shoulder at the prowling set of eyes. He slowed his pace to let her catchbefore he would go to move more quickly. "Doc."*Standing around and staring at the thing, did she want to get eaten?

"Guys! What the hell is the thing in front of me.. is it just a panther?"

What was she asking him for she was the expert on the things. I mean after all what was he but a sentry. If it moved toward him and looked like it ate brains he shot it. In the head if possible. The bigger it was the more times he shot it. Still, she was right it seemed to move a bit differently than a panther, and he was nearly sure that a panther would have attacked by then.

"Doc!"He yelled, hoping to snap her out of it suddenly hoping that she would not break eye contact with the thing before she started to move, not sure if that what was stopping it from advancing faster. He really hoped that they could make it back to camp without being forced to fire another round.

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