Red Flowers's Story

Red Flowers

Arms crossed. Foot tapping. Last piece of warm gum from the inside of her pocket pressed between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Red's hazel eyes soaked in her surroundings, HazMat suits glaring and striking her nerves. She decided to stand away from the others. And away from...those things.

Most here seemed to have weapons. All she had was a blue bandanna stuffed into her fist. Her father once said it would protect her from everything, blue the color of protection after all (in his book). The cloth brought her comfort though, small comfort. The only reason she wanted to get out of here as fast as possible was to find her father. At the last second they transferred him up North, to a better facility. Then hell broke loose. She had to know he was okay.

Until then however, she knew she would only stick with those worthy of sharing her air. Which, from this lot, she figured she'd be roughing it alone. The Irish accent girl was especially grating her nerves into smaller and smaller pieces. Foreign accents never settled well in her gut.

The only things she did agree with were the arguments for quicker evacuation. That wasn't happening any time soon. So, with her eyes on the chain link fence, feet ready to run if need be, Red waited and avoided direct eye contact with anyone.

Aislin smiled warmly at Dutch, nodding her head gratefully. She took the vitamin and popped it inter her mouth, using her saliva as the carrier into her throat. Her eyes looked over the area again, making brief eye contact with a girl with short hair carrying a blue bandana. Her brow furrowed, but she shrugged it off. The girl seemed to be making a serious effort to remain isolated from the rest of the group, so Aislin decided to leave her alone.

"Yer' so kind ta' me. It gives me hope in the world we live in today, eh? In return I offer you..." She released her arm from one of the straps of her pack, swinging it around to her hands. She unfastened the top and peered into it, rummaging for a few moments before retrieving a syringe with a stopper over the needle, holding a good 50mL of a clear fluid. Stickers with hastily etched cursive covered it, with a few symbols that the common-man wouldn't comprehend. Smiling, she nodded and held it out to him.

"Adrenaline. Before this shit 'appened, I earned my Bachelor's in BioChem. I was studyin' my lab when-well, it doesn't matter. I grabbed as many supplies 'as I could." Aislin paused for a moment, seemingly lost in a thought before she blinked back up to him. "If someone's goin' under due to that nasty fever, a shot o' this straight ta' their might just save their life. I can't guarantee it, but it's possible." She placed it in his palm, and closed his fingers over it.

"Save it fer' a rainy day, eh?" In secret, Aislin only had a few of those on her. She would always but others before herself however, and this man seemed good at heart. Her face brightened when she looked back up at him, nodding once.

Suddenly another man spoke. She turned towards him, throwing her arm through the strap of her pack again.
"I agree." Aislin took a step towards Christopher, her hands firmly gripping the straps of her bag.
"I'd rather take my chances out there," She nodded at the area of infected, "Than sit here and wait to be slaughtered."

Sam stared at the fence along with the majority of the other survivors. Personally, he was surprised the gate was still standing. The memory of wrestling the one that bit Cane off of him was still fresh in his mind and didn't sit too well. The man had been almost half his size, yet it took almost everything to tear him from Cane's arm. Just before they arrived and the military guys bashed in the man's head. So much for trying to save his ass... And there was more than one on the fence. Tense was an understatement if trying to describe himself at the moment.

And the fact that everyone around seemed to be flashing weapons around at everything and anything every chance they had. It was pretty obvious everyone should have some kind of firearm or weapon, else they probably wouldn't be here in the first place. Yet, it would be alot easier to bear if they weren't pointing them at humans and turned them on the geeks tearing at the fence. It seemed like the guy in the lawn chair had the right idea until the suits took his gun. And was that other guy...drunk?

Sam nudged his bag with his foot and kicked at the latex gloves hanging out the side. The gloves were always the first things he grabbed when responding to a call. Earlier they had kept the gunk and crap spewing from the man in the back of their Ambulance from getting all over his hands. Cane never believed in wearing them, they always hung out of......

The man in the lawn chair walked over and spoke to a few of them talking of a way to get out of here. Sam barely heard him as he knelt and grabbed the gloves from the bag. They were Cane's gloves, and this was his bag. And that meant.....

...Anyone have any... ideas? Speak up, we need a plan...

Just then a helicopter all but fell out of the sky and startled the rest of them as Sam's hand closed around the metal in the bag.

"I do." He said to the man as he pulled out the spare keys to their Ambulance Cane always kept in his kit. Sam gestured toward the ambulance behind them. "It'll be a bit cramped and there's gunk and crap on the floor, but there's rails and shelves to hold onto and has plenty of gas still. This was our first call today. Plus it's an F-350. More than enough to get through the fence.

"He's drunk...at least I hope..." Sam thought as the man who had been antagonizing the geeks along the fence strolled over and started shouting at them. His accent was pretty strong but he made his intention pretty clear. As did the other girl with the eye makeup and slightly easier accent next to the older gent. The other woman seemed a bit older than himself, as well as the man with her. They looked oddly familiar, like he'd seen them somewhere before. Maybe the hospital during one of his runs?

"It's fine, It's fine." Sam said. By his count, that was seven people, eight if the girl nearby with the blue bandana around her wrist came as well. "It will be a bit cramped, but the bed was taken out when we got here so there's room. He took up Cane's kit again and strode to the back of the ambulance and opened the doors. His kit lay on the floor to the right, where he left it. He placed Cane's bag on top of his. "Someone can sit on that, nothing inside will break." There was also a long bench on the right side that could sit three comfortably, four in this case, with a cargo net lining the wall behind the passenger seat to hold onto. A large cabinet was built into the bench where various supplies were kept. More cabinets scaled the wall to the right side as well as another seat where a technician such as himself, or paramedic would sit to tend to the patient.

Sam reached up into the cabinets on the left and pulled two plastic morgue drapes free to lay down over the coagulated blood and muck left behind from the animated man. It was too apparent on the large space in the absence of the stretcher that normally occupied it. "That should do it. Anybody else?" He turned back to Christopher. "I'll drive, I take it you're up front with me?"

OOC: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b0/Ambulance_5.jpg <-----Minus the bed of course.

Red Flowers

No pilot and now some sort of "team" was forming to leave this place. Admittedly, Red wanted to leave as soon as possible. The prospect of waiting another week and trusting that the fence would hold made no sense. But these people, ugh.

With a sigh, just as the group was getting ready to smoosh into the van, Red started advancing to the so-called leader. At least, it was obvious he felt that way about the group as he had been spokesperson and all talkie talkie. She didn't like his sunglasses much, shielding his eyes from everyone's view, like he was hiding something. She had little choice however. Staying here wasn't an option.

Before she could even reach the van, a loud clanging crash alerted her to just how "not-an-option" saying was. Immediately she kicked into gear, swerving around the horde and trying to reach the others who were closer. Dammit, if she died here? What a disappointment that be. She trained harder like an Olympic runner. Like hell was she allowing herself to become some monster's meal.

Judging from the unexpected speed of them though, she wasn't sure she was going to make it. Panic flickered into her eyes, sights set on the van.

The blue bandanna was held tight in her right fist.

Two of them managed to get in front of her, skin dangling off their faces and arms reaching forward to give their twisted version of a hug. Red let out a tiny growl of frustration, having to turn away from the van to avoid them. By then, more were blocking her path. She didn't have a weapon. She didn't even know how to use a weapon!

CHRISTOPHER PARKINGS

Christopher had just picked up his gun and began walking toward the van. A girl he hadm't notice ran up next to him. He was about to say something to her, until CRASH. The only thing keeping them safe gave way. As the last few bolts holding that fence up beamed off a horde of 50 so Walkers screeched and ran forward. The EVAC center was in the Parking Lot of a Mall, so its not surprising how many Walkers showed up.

He noticed everyone stood shocked staring at the horde heading for them. The Van was only 40 so- feet away if they all ran they could make it,
if only the van wasn't on the same side as the horde.
"SHIT, RUN!" Christopher said, as each survivor got a fair amount of Walkers surrounding them. "Nevermind, don't run!" He said frantically. "Pull out any weapon you have!" He then turned seeing the girl (Red Flowers) he was standing next to before, get surrounded.

He noticed she wasn't equipped with any sort of weapon. Quickly, he pulled out his Revolver and shot each one that was around her. He then turned around, only to get grabbed by the 3 or 4 Walkers that had been surrounding him. He lunged away in the opposite direction, but they wouldn't let go.
He dropped his Revolver, it slid 5 or 6 feet infront of him. He tried to reach out and grab it but fell over with the Walkers still on him.

"Ah, FUCK, someone, help!"

When the walkers came slowly from the fence in the large horde, Dutch grabbed his pistol in his right hand and his combat knife in his left. He hated using his revolver unless it was totally necessary. He was moving off to the side a bit as to draw less attention to himself, though it seemed perhaps he should have because they tried to attack a woman. Fortunately that angry fellow from before intervened before she was bit but unfortunately for him the walkers swarmed him. That was an excellent time to use his gun. Dutch unloaded his six shots to kill three of the four's eyes but pistol whipped the fourth one in the temple. He put away his knife and took out some bullets from his left pocket to reload his gun. Seven seconds later he was finished.

"Everybody! Gather to us and make a triangle formation! women to the back, men to the front!" He yelled to the others. This way they could cut their way through the walker to the van with ease. The guns would be enough to take out the ones that stood in their way. "The name's Dutch. I would suggest picking up your gun because you and I are going to lead the formation." He told the man whom he had recently assisted.

Sam didn't have any other belongings besides the kit and everything in the Ambulance and was still fairly close to it when the gate came crashing down. Most of the others had been trapped on the other side of the fence and where the geeks were flooding in. He decided to get to the van before too many were on him when a firm grip grabbed a hold of his clothing and pulled him off balance. As he twisted and pulled against the grip, he heard a rough accent yelling at him. Troy finally let go of him and kept yelling at Sam to come on or give him the keys. "Just get in the damn van already!" Sam yelled back.

Sam jumped in the driver's seat and started the Ambulance as Troy kept his guttural yelling. "Shut up already!" He snapped. There was no way Sam was just going to floor it and take off without the others, but there was a horde of geeks and a gate in his way. "Ah Fuck it!" Sam put the pedal to the floor and shifted the gear to drive. The van stuttered a second as it crashed over the fence and the few geeks clawing behind it. They bumped and banged over undead bodies as Sam tried to avoid hitting too many at once.

He drove past the survivors to allow them access to the back of the van and stopped as close as he could to them without hitting anyone. He left the Ambulance running and opened the doors to the back. "Hurry up! Get in!" He yelled over the sounds of destruction.

Red Flowers

Several things happened at once, but Red didn't process them until later. All that mattered was reaching that ambulance. The man who had shot down the zombies around her was helped by an older gentleman and she followed the older one's instructions to follow. In no time, he had taken hold of the woman's hand and leaped into the ambulance and stumbled nearly to the front of the vehicle. The driver there looked hurried and panicked.

Twisting about, Red saw more nearly to the ambulance. She didn't know these people, she owed them nothing. Except that man who helped her, the one with the sunglasses unfortunately. Rushing forward, she two stretched out her hand, urging them to hurry up onto the ambulance. "Don't got all day!" she called, eyebrows furrowed, waving the last few forward. The two other women who had safely reached the van seemed just as eager to get everyone on board, but not as impatient. Red nearly growled and shouted, "C'mon!"