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| Pawned of the Dead [IC]; Warning; contains some gore and swearing | |
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| Topic Started: 14 Aug 2008, 10:35 PM (275 Views) | |
| Miss Skizzy | 14 Aug 2008, 10:35 PM Post #1 |
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Her whole body felt the strain of running for her life; her chest tight and uncomfortable, heart hammering in her ribs like a morbid bass line. With a gasp she came to a stumbling stop and pressed her back up against the crumbling gore covered wall that seperated her from the cannibalistic crazed people and sure death. Why was it so sure? Well, it just was wasn't it? Sooner or later everyone gets fucked over. It was the way of life, at least it was the way of Rachel's life; her mum was dead, eaten to death. Her brother and sister, dead. Her dad had died years ago to cancer, so she was thankful that at least one of their brood had gotten of scott free. Her shortly cropped blonde hair smothered her rich brown eyes as she stared down at her feet, delicate pale hands pressed against the wall as though it were the only thing keeping her alive. And perhaps it was, but as she heard the gutteral groaning of those she was so desperate to get away from a sickly chill crawled its way up her spine. "Bollocks." She muttered heartily, trying to pay attention to it all and wish it away at the same time. |
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| Leli | 15 Aug 2008, 07:01 AM Post #2 |
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David A hand running through his now messy black hair as he paced the floor occasionally looking out the window at the zombies walking around; he had witnessed pedestrians getting eaten earlier and of course thought nothing of helping them though they screamed it loud enough. Inside was safe; as long as he stayed inside there was no worry about being bitten or eaten. Of course he couldn't sit and watch the TV not that he could even sit at this moment since the stations were out for reasons he tried to push to the back of his mind but they kept resurfacing. Adjusting his glasses he looked out of the window back down at the horde of zombies; he had no intention of leaving the house anytime soon, the door is locked so someone getting in was difficult. However he didn't know if the door was locked or not; he closed the door to the bedroom and locked it before going back to the window. Harold "Bugger." Harold clutching a rolling pin in his hand that he grabbed before running out of the house; still in his bathrobes; he peered around the corner. "Blasted things. Wouldn't mind if there were just the one of them. No they had to go and infect the whole neighborhood. Zombies have literally eaten my neighbors." Harold cursed the zombies when he heard moaning that seemed a little close; he looked from the corner straight ahead to see zombies in front of him slowly making their way towards him. Harold got off the wall and threw the pin at a zombie hitting one in the head; the zombie took the hit and flinched a little but still continued advancing. "Oh for the love of-" he cut himself off and ran around the corner. His fear fueling his legs he sprinted past the zombies going into an alleyway to try and lose them; jumping over a few garbage can's he ignored the blood that was not only in the air but on the ground he was running. Harold stopped at the alleyway corner and looked around it; they were here as well though their attention wasn't entirely focused in their direction. "Well isn't that just wonderful." Harold slowly placing his foot down around the corner left the wall and started across the street; slowly his heart racing and his palms sweating; he reached the other end of the street leaning against another wall covered in blood it seemed. He noticed something and froze thinking it a zombie but she seemed more focused. "Hey, miss," Harold said in a whisper. "Hey." |
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| Insert Anarchy Here | 15 Aug 2008, 08:22 AM Post #3 |
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Ed sat on the couch, increasing the permanant indentation he'd left there over the years, leaning forward as he concentrated intensely on kicking ass at halo 3. Just as he was about to totally marmalise a bunch of aliens there was a horrible scraping sound at the window, breaking his concentrating and sending his loyal soldier to a gory death. "What the hell!" Ed shouted, slamming the controller into the floor. He shoved a load of empty beer cans off the coffee table with his forearm, sending them clattering to the floor. "Piss off ya dumb, cunt zombie!" He stood up angrily, the zombie continued flailing pathetically and scraping flesh off on the broken window. Ed scooped up a square glass vase of fake daffodils from atop the nearby cd rack and lobbed it at the undead invader. It hit the zombie square on the head, squelching through it's shattered skull and lodging itself in it's brain. The monster, who had formely been the girl who delivered the mail to the house, (not that Ed had noticed) stumbled backwards and fell clumsily onto the brick path with a crunch. Ed moved to the window to admire his handiwork, clapping his hands together like they were covered in dirt or something. He looked down on the dead zombie with disgust. "Teach ya for ruinin my game ya fucker." He growled, spitting on the corpse before blobbing back down on the couch. He picked up a half full beer can from his feet and took a swig, before returning it to it's place and picking up the xbox controller. He wiggled into the couch and leaned back, getting comfortable before starting up the game again. "Ed the exterminator is back in town." The sound of guns and explosions once again returned, reverberating through the house. |
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| Miss Skizzy | 15 Aug 2008, 02:24 PM Post #4 |
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Rachel gasped like a woman coming up for air and found her brown eyes settled on a tall man in what appeared to be pyjama's and a bathrobe, although looking at the blood and clarat on it you'd probably be excused for thinking it was a sacrificial robe. The thought didn't help to soothe the tension running down her arms and legs. Licking her lips she straightened up and glanced around for zombie's, none so far. Good. Her face was pale and a light sweat at surfaced on her skin. "Uhm, yeah?" She whispered back, her Northern accent obvious. It was strange how running for your life by yourself damages your social skills. Once upon a time Rachel was the life of the party, now she was just a petite ball of worry and fear. Damnit. Life was not supposed to be like this. With a small sigh she pushed away from her safety blanket, the gore encased wall, and took a step near the man. Judging by his large stature she deemed it was probably safer than being by herself against a wall. She thought back to the occassional nights of partying that had ended up with her against a wall with some attractive man she had met in the club, but shooed the thoughts away because they only made her miss them. Unlike the night she had contracted ghonorrea. But that was a different situation altogether; well, the bloke was fugly. Her eyes flicked to the mans hands, empty. Well, bloody brilliant then. Neither of them had weapons. "Um, sorry but you wouldn't happen to have a weapon would you?" She asked quietly, face flushing with discomfort. She hadn't exactly socialised with a man for a while, at least not living sane ones. A thought popped in to her head suddenly; Shaun. Oh God, what's happened to him? She thought idly. I used to bump in to him all the time around town, now... She bit her bottom lip to stop the sadness wash over her face. Thinking about everyone she had cared for who had died wouldn't keep her moving forward. |
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| Leli | 16 Aug 2008, 03:02 AM Post #5 |
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David His heart was still racing from his previous encounter; he was outside only moments before to pick up a few things to eat when a woman walked up to him; seeing her moaning and walking slowly with distant eyes, he assumed she was drunk or high and continued walking to see a man the same way; soon he found more coming his way. He started walking fast past the zombies which eventually developed into a sprint as he ran into a building and closed the door before finding an open room and waiting in it. Thinking back on it; why was the door open? He soon received his answer as the moaning returned sending a chill up his spine. His fear stopped him from turning around but looking at the reflection in a nearby window he noticed a young woman walking towards him. He closed his eyes before pushing off his left foot and running out the door; he went to go right to see zombies walking out the room. "Bloody hell," he said annoyed before running the other direction down the stairs. He noticed zombies clambering at the front door so he turned his position and ran down the thankfully empty hallway before pushing opening the door and running out the side exit. Though he hated to admit it he needed help and there was only house not to far away from here.....Shawn's David shuddered at the thought half hoping he had been eaten by zombies. Harold "Well....." Harold said hesitating a bit. He stopped his words and looked at the woman; she seemed a little distressed of course who wouldn't be in such a situation thankfully she was still alive and at least she didn't look bitten. "To answer your question," Harold said looking over his shoulder to make sure nothing wanted to sneak up on him again. "I did have a weapon; a rolling pin.......at least until I chucked it at the zombies." Harold sighed and leaned against the wall crossing his arms as he did so and squeezed the bridge of his nose. "Not the wisest action; I realize that now. Fuck. I wouldn't mind a pint about now, just one to calm my nerves a bit." Harold held up a hand to excuse his language in front of her. "By the way; name's Harold. Which we could have met under better circumstances." Harold leaned off the wall before reaching over and grabbing a garbage can lid; not the best weapon but it was something; he looked over it before knocking on it. He tried to keep a calm exterior though he was about ready to piss himself at any moment; though he had found another human there was still a horde of those things outside. More than that; he missed his brother; the one person he cared most for he had killed with his own hands. His blood was still on his robes from their encounter earlier which only served to remind him of his hasty action. "I have no idea what to do. Phone's are out and everything else is gone as well. I'm trying to get to Shaun's place; figure I'd make sure he was still alive. Guy did buy me a pint at the winchester and he is my neighbor. Though his roommate is a major pain in my.....bosom. Not the big one that other one. Would you like to come with me? If he is alive it's one more survivor." H |
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| Miss Skizzy | 16 Aug 2008, 09:42 AM Post #6 |
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Giving a small nod of the head and a sheepish smile she tucked her stray blonde hair behind her ears. "I'm Rachel." She informed him in return, her whole body vibrating with worry. She found herself doing a dance with her eyes that started on Harold, flicked to the edge of the wall, top of the wall and over her shoulder. Then it resumed. With a sigh she hugged herself tightly, feeling a little worse for wear at the knowledge that he had thrown his only weapon at the bleeders, and now had to rely on a trash can lid. Her eyes flicked up to him, widening gently. "Shaun? You know Shaun?" She asked hurriedly, her heart flitting in her chest with a new rush of adrenaline. "How... how is he? Have you seen him?" Her veins pulsed with a mix of worry and relief, just because it was safer to be prepared for both outcomes. |
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| Leli | 16 Aug 2008, 11:21 AM Post #7 |
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David Hiding behind a garbage can, this had to be a new low chapter in his life. Hiding from zombies and shaking his head at the thought; going to Shaun for help. He was still working on what he would say; he never really visited Shaun and never intended to. Of course he never intended on running from flesh eating Zombies so never wasn't a word in his vocabulary at this current point in time. He took off his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt before placing them back on his face and adjusting them; his breathing was slow and paced; if he panicked now he was done for; his heart beat fast in his chest, his palms were sweating, earlier he was hyperventilating thankfully that had passed and now he was trying to regain his composure and breath as bodies laid out before him and walked around him. He decided to move in fear the bodies laying around would soon return to life. Running again out of the alleyway and cutting through the open door of a house jumping over a coffee table; he ran out the back to see Shaun's house. He noticed a dead zombie at it's window though he couldn't see any further than that. He noticed zombies around the area but he could outrun them and the house wasn't far away; taking a deep breath he pushed forward jumping down the steps before changing his direction avoiding the car in front of him. Leaping up the stairs he slowed down and stepped over the dead zombie to see Ed in the house playing Halo 3. He looked around and looking around stepped through window avoiding the glass the best he could. He looked at Ed before looking down at the beer cans on the ground. "Are you wasted at a time like this?" he questioned Ed irritation in his voice. "And are you playing a game? I know you aren't the smartest one but this is a bit much." Harold Harold was hesitant in his answer to her second question; he didn't really know if Shaun was alright, it was a guess basically but saying that probably wouldn't improve matter; he could see she was distressed enough. Though the mention of Shaun seemed to improve her mood a little; perhaps they should focus on him for the time being. It would calm them both down a bit though that worry was still there if he was still alive. "Shaun's my neighbor," Harold said. "However my brother ended up being changed by those things and I had to kill him before grabbing a rolling pin and running out of the house. I've seen most of my neighbors and most have tried to eat me. However I haven't seen Shaun among them so I'm assuming he's alive that and I don't think he'd go down so easily." Harold started walking again though he was crouched over a little and his eyes wandered at the zombies around them; he stopped sitting down by a red car waiting for Rachel. "Do you know Shaun? You seemed a little more hopeful if for a moment when I mentioned his name." Harold smiled a little before letting it fade before considering the best route to Shaun's, backyards seem the best bet since Zombies were less likely to reside there, it was better than the street at least. Harold looked up at Rachel waiting for an answer breaking his train of thought. |
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| Insert Anarchy Here | 17 Aug 2008, 12:52 AM Post #8 |
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Ed paused his game and looked up at the newcomer, quite uninterested. He scratched his flab that was sticking out the bottom of his shirt and picked up the beer bottle at his feet, he drunk down the rest of the contents and looked up at David. "Yea well actually I'm not wasted..." Ed looked down at the empty beer can in his hand. "But I think we're outa beer." He lobbed the empty beer in David's direction but it missed and bounced off the window frame and back onto the floor. "And this game," he said, jabbing a finger at the tv. "Is getting my hand foot, No wait, hand eye co-ordathingymajiggy warmed up for... Slaughtering zombie cockicidal maniacs. Yup..." Ed trailed off and looked around the room, nudging beer cans with his foot, he abruptly looked back to David with a needy expression. "Oi fer fuck's sake mate could ya slip down to the corner store and get me a couple a six packs?" He smiled. "Please, I'll luv ya forever ya tit." |
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| Leli | 17 Aug 2008, 08:52 AM Post #9 |
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David "Do you not see the mess outside?! You must be insane if you think I'm going to go out and get you more beer just so you can drink yourself into a beer-induced coma. Enjoyable as that may be." This was a horrible idea coming here; he realized that now even if it as a bit late. He was talking to a monkey; a bloody monkey. "Why don't I just go out and scream free meat while I'm at it!" He now started pacing the floor his hand on head; he was developing a headache from this whole event. He looked over at the paused game and then back at Ed; taking a deep breath he calmed his nerves and anger before turning to Ed and stepping over a few beer cans tried to talk to then self-proclaimed non-wasted Ed. "Listen; I'm going to wait here for Shaun," David said. "So you can go back and do whatever you were doing and remain 'sober' while zombies eat everything outside." David stepped over the cords of the game and sat on the end of the table his back to Ed; this whole matter was troublesome. |
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| Gabriel Zero | 19 Aug 2008, 02:48 AM Post #10 |
 
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Shaun had just came back from Liz's place, she had been eaten alive by the children who lived across from her apartment. He couldn't help but think about the last thing they had said to each other, their argument about the Winchester Tavern. He was left with this pit of madness swelling deep within the pit of his stomach, it only grew and festered with each zombie he savagery killed. He managed to clear his thoughts long enough to find a car with a key still in the ignition. For now he needed to find Ed and then get the fuck out of this cesspool of cannibals and flesh eaters. "For the love of god mate, you better not be dead in front of that video game of yours." Shaun parked the beaten up oldsmobile on top of Pete's garden, and stumbled into the apartment where David and Ed were waiting for him. He looked at them both with fear and anxiety, wondering what they were doing. Until he spotted the X-Box 360 controller in Ed's hands, then a sense of familiarity sort of overwhelmed him. With a dazed look he sat next to his large friend and started giving him advise on the level he was playing. "Hey, don't forget to kill the guy on your right..." |
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| Leli | 19 Aug 2008, 04:22 AM Post #11 |
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David "What was that?" hearing the door open he turned to see who it was his heart half fearing a zombie had entered when he noticed Shaun; he felt both happiness at seeing and sadness that he wasn't dead already. He turned partly around and started to question Shaun when he noticed him sit on the sofa and start giving advice to Ed. Staring at the two having a jolly good time sitting on the Sofa while people were getting eaten outside; he made a fist and held it up to his face before slamming it on the table causing his knuckles to crack from the impact. "You've got to be kidding me! Why did I even consider you as an option? What was I even......." He cut himself off and closed his eyes before taking a deep breath and calming himself down; all this stress and to see these two so relaxed just infuriated him even more. "Anyway," he said crossing his arms. "I came here seeing as I couldn't get in contact with no one else. Firstly have you seen Liz?" |
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| Miss Skizzy | 19 Aug 2008, 10:06 PM Post #12 |
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A blush coloured her cheeks lightly as he asked her about Shaun. Well, she had always had a soft spot for the bloke. "Well uhm..." She trailed off, scratching the back of her head before she crouched and followed his lead. It felt a little silly doing it, playing commando and the like, but if it'd keep her alive... She'd have to. "We work together you see, I consider him a friend and well... if he's not alive, then there's no one left..." Her face dropped, fresh sadness and worry leaking into the plains of her eyes. Sighing heavily she shook her head and tried to smile up at Harold. "But it doesn't matter anyway, we just need to find other survivor's and help them if we can. Yeah?" She asked, lightly changing the mood. Or atleast trying to. |
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| Leli | 21 Aug 2008, 12:14 AM Post #13 |
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Harold Harold remained silent but nodded as a zombie walked past the car; praticing his patience as the zombie walked past; Harold glanced around the corner of the car and noticed a backyard. "I see," he said responding to her finally. "It's never fun to be alone now is it." Harold walked around the corner of the car and looked in a house to notice someone being eaten by the zombies. "A few are still alive, well a few. I really do hope the bloke isn't dead. That and Ed owes me a pint at the Winchester," Harold closed his eyes and froze for a second trying to ignore the screams and gripped his heart knowing he couldn't do anything for him. He looked back at Rachael; he could at least get her to safety for now. Harold quickly ran forward and into the now eaten man's yard before looking at Rachael and motioning for her to come. He took a step back and felt something squish under his slipper; he turned to notice he had stepped in dog; literally dog. "Oh for the love of; Fuck this slippers are new. Bloody hell. Why the hell is there a dead dog in a yard." |
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| Miss Skizzy | 21 Aug 2008, 12:23 AM Post #14 |
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Rachel's heart seemed like it was trying to escape from her chest. Her breathing sped up so much that she had to stop herself from breathing, otherwise she'd gasp and get the zombie's attention. The stench as its shambling corpse went past was horrid. With a grimace she watched Harold sneak over to the start of the houses and waited, body tensed so much that it hurt. When he motioned her over she gave a nod and followed, knee's trembling with fear. As she got to him he stood on something dead, a wretch leaving her as she heard it squelch. Poor Lassie. |
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| Leli | 21 Aug 2008, 03:02 AM Post #15 |
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Harold Harold dragged his sleeper along the ground while glancing around for any signs of anything; be it living or dead. He reached down and grabbed a garden gnome and walked cautiously; he glanced to his left before glancing to his right. He recognized the area enough; Shaun's house wasn't extremely far away but it was far enough. He noticed a fence ahead and worried what was on the other side when he heard moaning not to far away; he froze hugging the gnome close to his chest and waited while a zombie that seemed to used to be a middle aged man walked around the corner of the fence. With a yell Harold brought the gnome down on the zombie causing it to break; the zombie stumbled a little and looked back at Harold before reaching for him; Harold quickly stepped to the right and kept backing up. Harold looked around before noticing a toy table; Harold picked it up and threw it at the zombie causing it to go through the fence. "I think we should go now" Harold said pointing towards the house. |
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| Miss Skizzy | 22 Aug 2008, 05:45 PM Post #16 |
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She was just about to make a half witty comment about his choice of weapon before the morbid groaning of the dead hit her ears. Frozen in her tracks she felt her body tense, pulse racing with anxiety and fear. Back in the days when they were only thing's you saw in films, she often questioned why people were so afraid of the shamblers. They were slow, mentally retarded creatures. Surely one can outrun them? Well, no. There are simply too many of them. She had thought when the outbreak took off. Too many hungry mouth's staggering after you. It felt weird to be someone's idea of a main course. Shuddering she watched Harold bring the gnome down on the man's head, the skin split a little but his brain was still intact. Gulping roughly she nodded and stepped closer to Harold, almost huddled up against his side as she trembled with fear. |
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| Gabriel Zero | 23 Aug 2008, 02:12 AM Post #17 |
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| Leli | 23 Aug 2008, 05:58 AM Post #18 |
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David Seeing Shawn kick the TV made David winch a little and his explanation afterwards sent a chill down his spine. He gripped his chest his heart growing heavy; Liz and Diane were both......dead and it was Shaun who took their deceased lives. Why? Why them? David looked at Shaun anger on his face his eyes drawn down; he made a fist with his right hand and stepped towards Shaun before drawing back; however he only punched the wall leaving a small hole in it; pulling his hand away he looked towards the wall. He still blamed Shaun for their death's and their blood was probably still on his shirt. However he had the chance and go to them and he remained a coward and stayed in the house so he blamed himself as well which made him no better than Shaun. "It doesn't matter," he said lowly. "We're alive, though screw you Shaun." David turned to Shaun and adjusted his glasses. He couldn't just forgive without insulting him if only a little to let some of this anger out. "I didn't do anything about it either; if you gave them a quick end then that's all that matters. We're still alive so we'll make the best of it." He thought back to Liz's words while he was panicking earlier; he left in a huff and because of it couldn't do anything. David ran his hand through his hair and looked at the ceiling before breathing keeping his anger under control. "Alright Shaun," he said looking at him. "What's the plan?" Harold Walking around the zombie that was slowly getting up Harold walked to the balcony of the house making sure he didn't leave Rachel behind. He opened the glass sliding door and entered the house looking around for it's residents to see nothing but a wall with bloody hand prints and a broken window that seeing the glass on the inside was broken from inside. Harold seeing the opportunity looked around for anything that could be used; he noticed insect repellent on a counter and picked it up. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a lighter. "This'll prove handy," Harold said. "Rachel see if you can find a weapon or something while we're here. I'm going to see if they have a blunt object or something nearby." Putting the lighter and can of insect repellent in the pocket of his robe, he started looking around for another object or something. He suddenly remembered something and ran back to the door before closing it and locking it to see the man from earlier walk towards the door. "We'll he's not an issue anymore," Harold said sighing. |
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Ed stared at Shaun with his mouth open, like he'd just confessed to being gay or something, he opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish and then suddenly his slow brain clicked. Ed threw his arms in the air, the xbox controller jerking out of the console and flying over the back of the couch, into the wall leaving a nice little dent. "I can't believe you broke the TV! You fucking maniac, what the fuck am I meant to do now!" Ed shouted furiously, waving his hand at the TV just in case he hadn't noticed it was never going to work again. "And like I give a shit about that fuckin cunt! You broke the TV you fucker! It's broken!" Ed finished ranting and threw his arms in the air, then stood up and stormed off, stopping in the doorframe and turning around. "The only reason I am going to save those two bitches, is because your going to bring their tv back here. I'm going to go warm up the car. " Ed glared daggers at Shaun before grabbing the keys of the hook and walking out to the car, picking up a umbrella leaning on the front door-frame on the way out. He stabbed the umbrella into the head of a zombie on the way to the car, pulling the door open, jumping in and slamming it behind him. The car rumbled into life as he turned the keys and Ed flicked through all the radio stations, but all he got was static. So he crossed his arms and glared out the window at the dumb zombies wandering around the streets, apparently too stupid to notice him. |
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| Miss Skizzy | 23 Aug 2008, 05:45 PM Post #20 |
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Rachel followed after Harold, her eyes wide and shock filled as she eyed the zombie that was slowly staggering back to its feet. Grimacing with disgust she looked around at the splattering's of blood and cringed, the metallic and thick smell of blood making her stomach clench. She nodded at his advice and went in to the next room, which was luckily the kitchen. Looking over her shoulder she made sure that he didn't go too far, feeling like a nervous child in a supermarket. Running her hands along the kitchen counters she flicked her eyes over all of the items; microwave. No. Oven. No. Spoon. Hell no. Knife. Maybe. Crowbar. Hm. Wait. What the Hell is a crowbar doing in the kitchen? Deciding not to ponder it too much she shrugged and grabbed it off of the floor, and squealed girlishly when she noticed a severed hand still clutching it. "Ohhhh shit. Shit. Fuck. Fuck." She exclaimed as she stumbled back, backing up in to the counters. |
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| Leli | 25 Aug 2008, 05:33 AM Post #21 |
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Harold Glancing around the kitchen he noticed that he could still hear the television in the other room; whatever happened it didn't happen to long ago from the looks of things; the blood in the room was still fresh and still smelled unfortunately. Harold continued looking until her heard what seemed like a girlish squeal; He grabbed a toaster and looked to see that Rachel scream was only over a hand on a crowbar......wait......ew. Harold walked over and gripping the crowbar yanked the hand off it before throwing it onto the couch in the living room. "We can use that so keep it handy," Harold said pointing at the crowbar. He smiled though it quickly faded as he heard moaning nearby; from the living room to be more precise. He kept his attention on Rachel and with hesitation slowly turned his head to see a zombie that was a teenager; from the looks of her Harold guessed seventeen but noticed as she stood up causing the hand that startled her in the first place to fall off her start walking towards the two. Harold eyed the toaster and taking a step threw it at her to have it hit the television and break it. Harold eye twitched as electricity popped out of the television."Well Fuck me!" Harold said. "How the hell do I miss a fucking zombie less than eight feet from me. Bloody hell!" Holding up his hand to excuse his language again Harold walked back into the kitchen before seeing a butcher knife. Gripping it he ran back to the living room and stood next to Rachel turning the blade in his hand. Though not the most wisest of weapons it was better than being defenseless. |
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| Gabriel Zero | 26 Aug 2008, 05:13 PM Post #22 |
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Shaun got in the passenger seat , and Ed took off with David barely being able to step into the backseat. Ed made not effort to avoid the random zombies that littered the streets , Shaun squinted and flinched while both Zombie old ladies and children splatted against the windshield of the Oldsmobile. Before they could turn onto the road that lead to mum's house, Shaun saw a familiar coworker enter the glass slide door of a residential building. He shouted for Ed to pull over to the house , And Ed smiled evilly while turning the wheel sharply onto the front lawn of the apartment building. Both David and Shaun were thrown around helplessly, before the Oldsmobile came to a screeching halt in front of the side entrance. "Jesus Christ Ed , I hate it when you drive !" David demanded to know what was going on, And Shaun explained how he saw Rachel Greene, one of his coworkers enter the house looking very distraught. Both Ed and David gave him a strange look, they both probably thought he had lost his mind. But for the first time ever he was thinking clearly, he felt like he had reached a purpose in his worthless life. After exiting the passenger door , Shaun reached inside the trunk and pulled out a very large wrench. It wasn't exactly a shotgun, but he didn't dare enter the home unarmed. He told David to wait with Ed and if he didn't come back within 10 minutes they should drive off to his mum's place. "Hey Rachel , hello ?" Shaun stepped through the glass slide door and noticed it was locked. He spotted a large forty pound Gnome and grunted furiously as he lifted it upward. Ed was laughing hysterically while Shaun tossed the the over sized gnome at the glass door, shattering it into pieces. Completely out of breath, he pushed his out of shape body through the door and saw the kitchen up ahead. As he turned the corner he barely dodged a kitchen knife that was swung at his face. He lifted his wrench to retaliate when he realized it was his old drinking buddy Harold. Because he was covered in blood , Harold tried to slash him again with the cooking utensil. "Wait a bloody minute will ya ! I'm not dead !" Shaun saw his old friend stop, while a frightened Rachel peered from behind him. A slow smile enveloped both of their faces and a sense of relief enveloped all three of them. That was when the zombie teenager appeared from behind them, wearing a funny looking hat and a scarf. Shaun spotted the female walking corpse and threw his wrench at her head, sending her spiraling backward and over the couch she had risen from. Shaun quickly explained his current situation and how Ed was waiting for all three of them below. Together they quickly grabbed their remaining weapons and urged each other to depart as soon as possible. "If you need anything, let's get it and go before Ed drives off without us! " |
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| Miss Skizzy | 26 Aug 2008, 09:30 PM Post #23 |
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As the teenage girl took a slow shuffling step towards her and Harold she felt fear light her veins on fire and grabbed at the gore covered crowbar. Her panic was so overwhelming she didn't even take time to register that her fingers stuck to the handle. Her breathing worked up in to pants as her heart raced, adrenaline biting at her as she wondered how long they could survive, just the two of them. That's when she heard glass shatter and turned to face it, a flurry of movement and a small scuffle arising in the process. Seeing the blood splattered face of Shaun slowed her heart almost instantly, and a fresh well of relief swallowed her up as she practically threw herself at him, wrapping her body around his in a tight hug. "Shaun!" She sobbed gently, tears running down her cheeks as she tried to fight them back, cursing herself for failing so miserably. Pulling away from him she wiped at her cheeks and sniffled gently, now red nosed and wide eyed. "We were just coming to find you... we thought you were... b-but we had hoped..." Her voice caught in her throat, which was now tight and hard to breathe with. Her hands trembled as she clutched to her new weapon, blonde bangs smothering her eyes. |
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| Leli | 27 Aug 2008, 02:03 AM Post #24 |
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David Such brutality; there was a front door; was breaking the window really necessary? Though the people inside were probably dead someone had to pay for the door. Pushing the thought away he walked in and noticed two figures; one was a woman that he didn't recognize; looking over at Harold his eyebrows drew down and he pointed an accusing finger at Harold before speaking. "You're that bloke that punched me at the Winchester," David said glaring at him. His attention shifted seeing a female zombie walk towards them; he stepped back to see Shaun take care of the zombie; clearing his throat he adjusted his glasses. He noticed that the woman apparently knew Shaun and hugged him; David rolled his eyes and turned his back until they finished their little moment. He reached over and grabbed a frying pan before twirling it in his hand and waiting for the others. Harold Harold after nearly cutting Shaun smiled and apologized waving his hand at him. He noticed that the girl was still getting closer when Shaun hurled a wrench at him; which he found very interesting indeed. Seeing Rachel hug Shaun made him sigh relieved that the woman was okay for the moment; the fear in her appearance seemed to be replaced with relief. "Good to see you again Shaun," Harold said smiling. "I knew you were still alive somewhere; as for Ed. Bloke still owes me a pint later, he's not dying anytime soon on my watch." Harold turned seeing David and returned the accusing finger. "Well if you weren't such a prick I wouldn't have punched you; you got to learn to take a punch anyway. Bloody four eyes." Harold seeing David turn his back stuck his tongue out before heading Shaun's advice and running upstairs; he came back down with the metal from a towel rack in his hand before setting the knife down. "I hope they don't mind if I borrow this," he said holding twirling it in his hands. Harold walked over to the fridge and opened it before his face lit up; he reached in and grabbed a black wine shaped bottle. "That's what I'm talking about," Harold said smiling before placing the bottle in the pocket of his robe. "Now that that's handled; since you broke open the door that zombie outside has a chance of getting in now. Why don't we get to your ride." |
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| Insert Anarchy Here | 27 Aug 2008, 11:23 AM Post #25 |
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"Fucking gnomes isn't healthy Shaun!" Ed shouted out the window as he watched him struggling with the garden gnome. He gripped is fat stomach as he laughed, then broke into a coughing fit from the effort and sprayed spit on the windscream. "Aww whata cockhead." He saw a zombie priest slowly stumbling his way in the direction of the car from across the street, the scene sending Ed into another fit of laughing. He wound down the windscreen and shouted out at him. "Oi you, fucking holyman! God didn't save ya know did he?" Ed laughed spitefully and pulled his head back into the car. Now let's see... Ed leaned over to the passenger seat and jerked open the glovebox, sifting through the remains of McDonalds and Cornetto wrappers, but there was nothing inside that could be used as a weapon. And the zombie priest was groaning only a few metres from the car. "Well ya know what? We don even need this thing." Ed wrapped his hand tightly around the edge of the glovebox and yanked it out. "Piece a cheap junk." He turned around to meet the zombies bloody, decomposing face peering through the open window. "Oi!" Ed shoved the glove box at him, it went right into his face like a stick in mud, even with the same squelching sound. "That'll teach ya to show your ugly mug round ere ya cocksucker." The undead priest spun around disorientated and flailing pathetically, before turning and walking blindly down the street like a drunkard. "Oi bitches!" Ed shouted out the window towards the house. "Get ya fat asses in here before I leave ya all for the rapist zombies!" |
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