[M] Shedding Skins IC

[Kicks]

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"California?" The figure in the chair echoed. His voice was dripping with intrigue. "Well, we can't have that, can we?"
The chair spun slowly around, the figure now facing a large window. They looked down upon the infested land, marveling at how the undead never ceased.
"This should be fun." They murmured, "A real lesson, don't you think?"
The figure didn't wait for an answer, they instead reached towards the radio on their desk.
"Give the order."


This part will kick off where the last part had ended. For a review of what was happening, see this thread.

[Kicks]

Blake breathed out slowly. After an hour of doing this he had still yet to get the communication device to work. He was starting to wonder if he should just give up. He had a family to get back to. He had to go and meet Nico at the fort, make sure that the kid didn’t run into any trouble. He had to make sure that the people at the fort were still safe.
What was he doing wasting his time here?
Yes, communicating with the other countries was important… but what if this were just some false dream?
The static from the radio insisted to him that this meant the other countries had fallen, that there was no hope left.
He wondered how it had happened. Had the infected managed somehow to get to the other countries? The monsters had once managed before. And what if the stronger nations? What of Russia? Were they taken over too? Was the United Kingdom down? China? Israel?
They were such strong nations. There was just no way they could go down. But he was betting that’s what everyone had thought of America before it happened. He wondered about Mexico. Were they okay? Was Canada okay? What about South America? They were all so close to them- especially Mexico and Canada.
“British Armed Forces. Do you copy?”
Blake froze. What was that? Had he just been imagining that?
He turned his eyes towards the radio.
“British Armed Forces. Do you copy? We have pinpointed your location.”

[Lil]

Faye nodded to Jerome. "He can be a pretty good judge of character usually. I just hope he was right again." Faye sighed and shrugged. Even if he wasn't, there wasn't much they could do about it now. "Well, I'm gonna go check on Logan and see if he's awake. If you need anyone flung across a room just let me know." Faye told Jerome trying to ease some of the tension still lingering. With that, she was off back to the housing unit though in order to get her son as make sure he didn't starve.

[Kicks]

“Yes! Yes! My name is Blake West. How is your situation there?”
There was a pause, “The UK fell months after America did. But we are surviving in the tunnels and stations. How is your situation?”
“Bloody awful.” He was smiling though because he recognized who he was speaking to.
But there was also another feeling. A new energy, he was being watched. He looked back to check, but he saw no one. Blake turned to the radio again, feeling more rushed now.
There was a noise. A bang, like someone had entered the plane.
“Are there any other countries that fell?” He asked the radio.
There was static noise and a broken voice that came over on the other end. But he couldn’t hear what they were saying so he asked the question again.
“-ot repeat-” the voice cut in and out.
Blake could hear the shuffling of feet. He glanced back at the open door of the cabin. Yes, he could see figures in the back of the plane. He needed to get out of there.
He dropped the radio and crouched down, moving through the open door and behind a line of seats.
He didn’t have to wonder if they were human or not back in the plane, for he could hear voices talking back and forth to each other.
“You sure it wasn’t just another zombie?”
“I’m certain it was a person.”
Blake glanced around the end of a seat and looked back. The figures were getting much closer. He started looking around the plane, looking for something like a fire extinguisher.

[DizzyMaelstrom!]

Zakai kept looking below, trying to clear his mind so he'd be ready for what they were about to do. Going down to help in his state wasn't a good idea...
He looked over at his mother and by the looks of things, she was probably feeling something similar. Of course she would be, she was his and Spring's mother. Whatever fear he felt for his sister, it probably wasn't half as bad as what Adalia was feeling.
He looked back down at the progress and carnage, trying to sort his mind out. If he and Adalia were scared this much, then Spring had to be scared too. It was impossible for her not to be if people on the outside of her mission were being nervous wrecks over it. He sighed and then looked at his mother again.
"We should stop worrying," he whispered to her, feeling that it wouldn't be good if he raised his voice, "There's not a lot we can do about it now, and there are plenty of other things to be afraid of down there. We need to be ready for them."
He looked back down, waiting for the military to clear out. To be worried over things now, he knew and had known for a while now was pretty pointless. What sucked was, even knowing that, he couldn't just banish all his feelings when it was about someone he cared for, but... nevertheless, it was pointless to think about at this point, because at this point, whatever would happen was going to happen, and there was nothing anyone could really do about it except brace themselves... which was stupid but true. It bothered him, but that's just how things were.

Sleeping wasn't easy. Usually sleep was a good way to get away from problems because you weren't thinking about them. You were asleep. That's how it was supposed to be anyway. When Danny slept, though, he dreamed he was in a very strange place where everything was black. His father was there holding his hand, but he wasn't moving, and whatever the child did, he couldn't get him to budge. He just stood there and stared off into space. Then, all of the sudden, he heard footsteps and turned to see a man and a woman approaching them. He recognized them from one of his father's pictures. Apparently, they were Zakai's old parents from before he found Colton and Adalia. They walked over and took both Zakai's arms and then started leading him away, and for some reason, he walked with them even though he hadn't taken a step before. Danny tried to follow them, but he found instead that he couldn't move.
"Wait!" he shouted, "Hold on! Daddy come back! I can't move!"
The group paused, but only the man and woman turned back to look at him, "You stay there," said Zakai's mother, gently, "You'll be okay. We're taking him back. You need to stay behind with everyone else."
The father remained silent, and the two of them just turned and continued walking, leaving Danny alone. He shouted out more, trying to call them back, but they disappeared in the distance without turning around anymore. Danny started crying and eventually stopped yelling.
When he woke up, he had tears steaming down his cheeks.
"Ah!" he sat up and wiped them away, furiously, since he didn't want Carson to see them. That had been a really weird dream, and he didn't want to have it again. He looked around, wondering if he should go somewhere else to calm down.

[Kicks]

Zakai was right. They had to stop worrying. If Adalia continued to worry she might have a panic attack or she might try and go after her daughter. There was no way she could lose her daughter. She couldn't possibly lose a child. If she lost her children, she would lose parts of herself. And she didn't know if she would ever have the strength to go on- especially knowing that she could have done something more.
It had been some time since her daughter had left, since she had seen Alec streak across the ground. Since the men had taken the refugees. Even now, when she looked into the distance, she couldn't see them. They were probably at the cabin now, waiting for the right time to move.
Adalia glanced at her son with a sigh.
"We should get going now." She told him, "Danny is probably missing you and it'll at least take us two days to get back.

Sleeping used to be easy. Carson used to fall asleep not long after ArraBella had. He would fall asleep only after her, to protect. He had gotten into that habit since their time in New York City. He hadn't shaken that habit since.
It was so easy for him to sleep because he felt like he could protect against things with a gun. But since the night the monsters broke into that restroom and took-
He winced at the memory.
He hadn't been able to sleep well since. He had been having weird dreams since then. One dream was so recurring that it was frightening. He used to have it every now and then after he had settled down in Utah with ArraBella. But never like this.
Because of that, he fought the heaviness in his eyelids and whenever he started to nod off he would shake himself awake. He had to stay awake. If the little boy suddenly woke up, he wanted to be there to make sure that he was safe and didn't go running off and getting himself in trouble.
So when he heard Danny scream and then start doing something- what was that? Wiping his face? He sat up erect and looked down at the little boy.
He found it weird that he was wiping away tears so furiously. Zakai had such a weird son. But at the same time, he was also concerned.
"Hey, bud." He said, "What's up?"

[Lil]

Faye made her way back to the room her son had been in to find him still sleeping. Oh gosh, that poor kid needed to sleep but he also needed to eat and shower and ugh... Those things could wait though because right now, at a time like this, sleep was hard to get and they needed to take the opportunity to get some rest whenever they could. So Faye quietly left the boy once more before heading off to the kitchen to prepare food for when Logan did wake.

[Kicks]

The fire extinguisher was clasped to the floor by metal hooks. He reached over and underneath the seat, his fingers working at the clasps. He tried to stay quiet as he worked the fire extinguisher out from under the seat. But it clanged against metal.
“Did you hear that?”
“Yea it came from up front.”
Blake hurriedly pulled the fire extinguisher towards himself. He popped off the plastic cap and gripped his fingers around the lever.
He could see feet emerging from around the seat.
Blake quickly stood up and pulled down on the lever. The foam sprayed from the end of the can, causing a mist to hit them in their faces and blind them. He dropped the can and leaped over the seats to get into the aisle way.
“Son of a b-!”
Blake didn’t look behind him. He reached the door and jumped out and onto the ground. It was a much further fall than he was expecting, and so he landed oddly. If his legs had been stronger he would have been able to spring back up and run for it. But his left ankle twisted beneath his weight.
His head hit the pavement.
“Bloo-” He grumbled, fingers and hands pushing against the blacktop. He stumbled back to his feet and quickly, ignoring the shooting pain in his ankle, shuffled away.

[Lil]

In the kitchen is where she came across someone she had so desperately tried to avoid. "And what brings little ole Goldilocks to the kitchen?" Chase asked with a smile.

"You really should at least attempt to not seem so flirty." Faye replied not wanting to give him the wrong idea or even remotely humor him. "A little birdy has told me he has some pretty wicked intentions next time he sees you." Faye informed the other blonde.

"Oh..." That was all Chase said. Truthfully he never had intentions of trying to come across flirty but sometimes, he just couldn't help it.

"Now, what is there to eat in here that I can take back to the rooms with me?" Faye asked wanting to steer away from that subject.

[Kicks]

He was able to avoid the people back on the plane, or at least he hoped to have. Maybe they were too blind to come after him. That's what Blake was certainly hoping.
He shuffled away from the plane and made it back into the airport. He shut the door quickly behind him and looked for something to lock it with. There was a fire axe in its case. He broke the glass with elbow and pulled the axe from its casing.
Just as he turned to put the axe through the handle bars, he heard someone behind him:
"U.S Marines. Drop your weapon and put your hands in the-"
They hadn't the time to finish. Blake chucked the axe towards the men in camouflage and took off running down the separate hallway.
He didn't know what he was thinking. He just knew that that seemed like the best idea. Maybe he should have kept the axe on him- but that just would have slowed him down. The better thing to worry about was why the hell the military was at an airport. And if it were just a coincidence that Nico had felt like he was being watched when he was here. Maybe the military was keeping tabs on this place, or using it to draw people in. He didn't know. He just knew he had to run.