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Post by JDrew25 on Nov 28, 2014 18:10:21 GMT -5
"Good. Try and sleep for a bit. I'll keep watch."
Sam took out one of the emergency blankets and covered Edward with it, busying herself with checking the other desks to see what else there would be. She wasn't sure what else she would find, but it was worth a look.
When she opened the last desk, she found some interesting items. A pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a small knife. Score.
"Yes."
She quietly whispered, not wanting to wake up, and put all of the items in the backpack as well. She looked over to see Edward's eyes closed, and smiled. She hoped he would be getting better soon, but if he didn't they might ended up being stuck there a little longer than she expected. Which reminded her, she needed to make sure that everything was packed safely.
She retrieved the flask that Edward had discarded, opening the cap and sniffing at the whiskey before recapping it and putting it in the bag a well. They could use it for a number of things, so she felt it was needed.
She took the other blanket and curled up in the corner, within sight of her sleeping protector. The sounds outside were a little muted, but the sounds made it hard to fall asleep, even as night began settling in.
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Post by Winters on Nov 28, 2014 19:03:01 GMT -5
Evidentally, after opening his eyes, Edward seen that Sam had fallen asleep as well. The moon was high in the sky now, still able to be seen through the rising smoke from burning buildings off in the distance. Standing up, he was glad to know that his leg had been good enough to walk on, and he didnt have any problems moving at all. Sam still reamined asleep, which have him enough time to plan on his own, without worrying about her.
Walking over to the window, he peered down below, and seen that the street had been nearly entirely sparce. All of the figures that remained had all scattered off in directions of noise, which is how they seemed to react. Edward knew it was only a matter of time before they did, and it seemed to put them in a better situation. They could potentially get out through the window, and make a run for the car, which he could see a block down the street. With the small number of the undead, they wouldnt even have to fight, just run.
A loud crash came from the hallway, and as it happened, Edward jolted in the direction of the barricade to see one of the desks knocked backward. Within a few more seconds, another crash, and the barricade moved yet again. Something was on the other side, something big. Edward quickly went over to Sam, and shook her, but she didnt wake up. With the loud crashing and the forceful shaking of her arm, he thought she would wake up by now. Something was wrong. Whatever was on the other side now began to crack the door, and Edward only tried to wake Sam even more. He could go for the window, but no, he couldnt, not without Sam, he couldnt leave her here.
As the door split open, Edward put both of his arms around her now, trying to wake her up, and then just trying to move her. But nothing was working, she wasnt waking up, and he couldnt move her, not with his leg. The door finally burst open, and a large figure stepped through, over the desks that were now broken on the floor. The moonlight wasnt enough to show what it actually was, Edward couldnt see it. With a final move, he raised up his hammer, but the monster was gone.
In that instant, Edward breathed heavily, dropping the hammer to the floor. Taking the opportunity to try and wake up Sam again, he reached down, but as he did this, she was staring back at him with dead eyes, and tackled him to the ground. Given the size difference, he shouldve been able to maintain his balance, but with his leg and being caught offguard, she was able to pin him down, and sink her teeth into his face.
"Sam, dont!", he yelled. Edward opened his eyes, realizing that it had just been a nigthmare.
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Post by JDrew25 on Nov 28, 2014 19:26:01 GMT -5
Sam bolted awake, her hand coming up to defend herself as she was suddenly woken. She looked and saw Edward sitting upright, scared out of his wits.
"What is it? Did something try and get in?"
She uncovered herself, picking up the cutting arm and walking over to him, kneeling and putting a small hand in his shoulder.
"Bad dream? It's okay, we are still safe. Hopefully nothing heard that."
She checked the clock on the classroom wall over the white board. 11:50. They'd been asleep for hours, which was a good thing. Now they wouldn't be tired when they tried to come up with a plan.
"How's your head feel? Your leg still hurting?"
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Post by Winters on Nov 28, 2014 19:59:57 GMT -5
As Sam spoke, obviously concerned for him, Edward climbed up to his feet. The blanket fell to the floor, and he almost tripped over it moving to the window, but his leg was fine enough to walk. He wasnt going to let it halter him now. The streets were bare as they had been in the dream, but when he looked at the door, it was quiet. He wasnt ignoring her questions, just listening carefully, and trying to get a lead on the situation while they had time. The hallways were clear, which meant all of the undead shouldve went away. They shouldve all stumbled out to find other sources of sound, which lead to food.
"Yeah, im okay, we should go now." Edward was taking things a little too quickly, his mind mightve still been in overdrive from the nightmare, but it didnt matter, they had their chance, and werent going to waste any time before something else prevented them from leaving. The ground floor looked to be about ten feet, which wasnt too bad a drop so long as they did it right. Unfortunately, the school windows were too small for students to climb out of, so he swung his hammer, smashing glass, and using the handed to clear away any peices sticking up. "Ill go first, make sure its clear. Toss me the bag when im down if you want."
Edward wasnt nearly fit as Sam, but he was able to shimmy out, and climb down, dropping when he hung close to the ground as possible. After looking around to make sure nothing had been coming, he stood at the bottem, waiting for Sam to either drop her bag so she could climb down, or if she needed to, allow him to catch her. She might be a good cheerleader, but he wasnt sure how good she was with heights. There had been a handful of the infected on the street, but they didnt see or hear anything. yet.
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Post by JDrew25 on Nov 28, 2014 20:17:01 GMT -5
Sam quickly took the blankets and stuffed them into the backpack, and went to the window as Edward made his way down. He put her weapon in the bag as well, not wanting to climb down with it in her hands. Nothing seemed to be coming their way, so she gently tossed the bag down, hearing the soft thump it made as it landed near him. She gripped onto the drain pipe next to the window and shimmied her way down, landing softly on her sneakers as she did.
She retrieved her weapon and grabbed up the backpack, blowing hair out of her face as she whispered to him.
"Alright, where do we go from here?"
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Post by Winters on Nov 28, 2014 20:38:48 GMT -5
Sam had gotten down much easier than him, which was expected, but once the two were on the ground, the danger was working against them even more than before. Edward was already walking toward the street, and as he seen a straight shot to his car, he responded. "This way, only see one or two of them." The pair made their way to the vehicle, and as they approached the two infected on the corner, Edward was the one to go up and take care of them. Maybe they could have just dashed for the car and drove off, but this seemed like the safest apprach. He was already running on empty when he got to the school, so if it failed to start, the two infected wouldve made things harder.
It took two hits to kill the one first, but as he went for the second, it tripped over a fire hydrant, rolling onto the crossing street. Rounding the corner to deal with it, Edward seen there had been a large number of infected, and they definitely noticed him. Yet again, a plan went wrong, as he turned around to run back for the car. "Get in, the doors unlocked!"
Edward dashed back to the old lincoln town car, sliding across the hood to reach the drivers side. Seconds after he shut the door, he grabbed the keys from above the visor, and drove them into the ignition. As if to support the game of goodluck badluck, the engine started, and the cars tired spun, taking off down the street. He wasnt really sure how far they would get, but knew that covering any ground at all between them and their destination was progress.
"Your dad said he was going to the hospital. I know you wanna see him, but I think we need to reach the police station first. Its only a few extra blocks away, and I can regroup with me people..." While looking at the road, and swirving to dodge any of those things he could, as well as other traffic in the roadway, Edward reached to the backseat. In the process, his empty snub nosed revolver slipped out of his jacket, landing on the floor at Sams feet. He couldnt concentrate on the debris in the road and put more rounds into it at the same time anyways.
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Post by JDrew25 on Nov 28, 2014 21:13:18 GMT -5
Sam held onto the dash as they sped on, putting on her seat belt as Edward avoided the undead in the streets. She bent down and picked up the revolver, moving the cylinder and ejecting the spent shells in it with practiced ease.
"Where are your spare rounds? And do you have another piece? I'd feel better with one in my hands."
She looked out the window and watched the city she grew up in speed by them. The buildings on fire, shambling undead in the streets. She thought she recognized one as they went by.
"Oh God, that was Officer Jacobs! I knew him!"
The former officer was missing most of his left arm and a fair portion of his stomach, and the brief sight had made her stomach turn. She put her hand over her mouth and closed her eyes, turning away from the window.
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Post by Winters on Nov 28, 2014 21:37:09 GMT -5
Just because her father was a cop and taught her how to fire a gun, didnt mean Edward was anymore trilled to see the gun in her hand. He would have taken it from her if both hands werent on the wheel, but when she ejected the shells and asked for the ammuniton, he seemed a little more confident. He just looked at the road, then her, then the gun, multiple times, then glanced in the rearview at the backseat. "In that paper bag..." Edward hoped that this wasnt going to be something he regret.
Asking if he had another "peice", thats when he shook his head, but he didnt let her know that he actually was saying no to the fact he wasnt going to let her use a gun. No way. But Sam reached for the rounds, and loaded it up with five thirty eight hollow points, almost quick as he would himself. While still keeping a good eye on the road, Edward glanced back at forth between her and the gun, several times, before finally coming to a conclusion. "Keep that, but dont fire it unless you have to. We dont have much ammuntion, and they wont carry those at the station." The second bit was mostly for his own sake of morals, not letting a kid hold a fully loaded gun was one, little lone use it. But as a second, they really didnt have that much ammo, so using them sparingly made more than enough sense to convince him he was doing the right thing.
Edward felt a little bad, seeing somebody you knew would have been tough. Luckily, he hadnt known many people, and the odds they would run into them were slim to none. Added on top of the things Sam already seen, this was just another part of the experiences she was goign to have on the streets. "Few blocks away.", he spoke in a low tone of voice, assuring Sam things were going to get better.
It had been most of the night since he got any other calls on his radio, and Edward was beginning to think something was wrong. He wasnt expecting any, but the fact there wasnt even a radio check got to him. Headlights came from around the corner, and the high beams blinded him. Edward swerved and came to a stop, not bumping the car at all, which was just pure luck. But before he could ask if Sam was okay, he seen the lights of another rig comign toward them from the side, this one on fire. Edward leaned to his right side, placing his jacket across the entirety of Sams upper body and face, holding onto her to protect her from broken glass, and worse, flaming debris.
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Post by JDrew25 on Nov 28, 2014 21:46:55 GMT -5
Sam screamed and clutched onto Edward's chest, bracing for impact. The gun was forgotten in her lap, and she closed her eyes, waiting for the truck to smash into them. It would be a terrible way to die, surviving the school just to die in a stupid car crash before she got to the police station.
Her thoughts before impact went back to her parents, and how she hoped they were alright, and that they knew she was alive. She had to make it back, regardless of the cost. Edward would make sure she got there, and then they would get out of the city. They had to.
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Post by Winters on Nov 28, 2014 22:39:49 GMT -5
Through the smoke, Edward pulled the teen away from the wrecked vehicle, setting her down on the sidewalk. He looked back and forth, seeing a couple of infected closing in on them, on fire. While trying to keep his composure, Edward went back into the smokey car, grabbing for the revolver and Sams bag on the front seat. In a matter of seconds, the car had been on fire. The rest of their supplise had been gone at this point, only the box of ammunition and the small backpack were taken from the car.
But before he checked to for any injury to Sam, two shots were fired, downing the infected that were closest to them. "Sam, we have to move, get up." With the gun in his right hand and the black napsack in his left, Edward briskly paced down the block toward the police station, checking to make sure Sam was following him close enough.
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Post by JDrew25 on Nov 28, 2014 22:47:38 GMT -5
Sam was having a hard time getting her vision to clear. One minute she had been in the car, the next Edward was helping her walk. The car was on fire, destroyed, and it would be several blocks before they reached the police station. She took the bag from him and got out her cutting arm, swinging it at a zombie that got too close to her, decapitating it. As the body fell to the floor, she kept walking, her stride a little off as she tried to keep moving forward. The world felt like it was tilting on her, and she was trying to keep it level.
"Concussion. Stupid concussion..."
She managed to stay close to Edward, but it was getting harder to walk normally. She didn't think she was hurt, just concussed. The explosion must have done it.
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Post by Winters on Nov 28, 2014 23:13:49 GMT -5
Looking back, Edward seem that Sam had been pretty banged up, but she wasnt bleeding. He took most of the impact himself, and the embers that singed his jacket. The glass didnt manage to break the leather, thankfully, which meant a zombie bite might not be able to if he didnt get reckless, or one snuck up behind them. Sam was moving a lot slower than he was, but he didnt try to speed her up. There wasnt enough time to stop for anything. So long as they got to where they were going, they could cacth their breath.
Hearing the shling, he looked back to see the infected fall to the ground, missing its head. At first, Edward wasnt even sure if Sam did it, but clearly she did, which was a little concerning how easily she managed. The girl seemed disoriented to say the least, but she was moving quick enough to get past the infected following them, so only the ones in front mattered.
It seemed quick enough and they made it to the station. Edward held the side gate open for Sam, closing it behind them. There was no way the infected could get in over the steel fencing that surrounded the building, and the front gate had been locked, which meant the place should be infection free. But as they opened the door, Edward heard the creeking fill the entire room, eachoing around. No other sounds were audible but there footsteps on the solid floor, and the door shutting behind them. Nobody, nobody at the front desk, and no other voices coming from any of the rooms. This was bad, nobody was here.
"Seems everyones gone already. Lets just get to the lockers, take what we can, and leave."
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Post by JDrew25 on Nov 28, 2014 23:23:13 GMT -5
Sam leaned heavily on Edward's arm as she tried to clear her vision, and wasn't liking what she saw. The place was abandoned, and that meant her family wasn't here. She wasn't sure where they went, but she needed to find them. She had to know they were alright.
"Armory. It's..it's on this floor. Left side past...past...detective room."
She was almost unable to stand upright, and could feel herself slipping away. She needed to lie down, to close her eyes for a bit. But they couldn't do that right now. They needed to get somewhere safe, and she knew where there would be weapons. She just had to guide them there.
"C'mon. Let's go before I pass out."
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Post by Winters on Nov 28, 2014 23:47:59 GMT -5
The force on Edwards arm was enough to let him know that Sam wasnt doing so well. She mustve hit her head on the siding when the impact hit.Still, she trooped on, and directed them to the upper door. Edward already knew where they were going, hed been here more than enough times, but she was staying with him regardless. Once they were in with all of the offices, he aimed his gun around, making sure he had sight of any infected before they did. Strangely enough, the power had still been on in the building, meaning they mustve left in a hurry. The generaters were still running, usually had backup power so long as somebody toggled it every few hours. Or maybe it was running off the power grid to the city, and the power just hadnt been down in this grid yet. Either way, the lights were on, and they werent planning on staying here long.
"Sam, here." Finally having full confidence that she could handle herself, Edward directed her to the bench, and sat her down, leaving the revolver next to her. "Im going to the next room, you sit down. If you see anything, shoot the gun off, and ill hear it. I promise I wont be gone five minutes." Whether she liked the idea or not, Edward quickly made his way across the room, and into the next. Sam needed to sit down, and he could grab some guns quicker on his own then carrying her, they could be in and out fast as possible.
Inside he room, the light flickered, indicating the bulb had been bad. But Edward didnt need much light, even if it went dead with his misfortune. There had been a shotgun resting against the wall, but it was empty, and the ammo was locked away in a drawer. Edward fumbled with the lock, trying to pry it open with his knife before pulling out his lockpick from the inner pocket of his coat. The pins were easy enough, it was only a matter of time before he would have it open, and then they could have access to a second firearm. Close quaters objected were good in the absence of guns, but they were risky, and a gun was a sure way of getting through a situation unscaved.
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Post by JDrew25 on Nov 28, 2014 23:58:07 GMT -5
Sam stayed on the bench, her vision fading in and out. She gripped the revolver in her hands, pulling back the hammer and keeping it pointed from the way the came. They had been quiet, and she didn't think anything had been following them. Her hands were trembling, and the gun kept drooping in her hands. She needed to stay awake, she had to keep her eyes open. Edward was depending on her to keep them safe while he got them more weapons.
She wasn't sure how long he had been gone, but she soon realized they weren't alone. Something, or someone, was coming.
She saw the zombie come staggering into the room. Through her half-open eyes she saw it had been a police officer. She didn't know who, he was badly mauled and she couldn't read his name tag still attached to his shirt. She leveled the weapon at his head, closed one eye to help herself aim, and pulled the trigger.
The noise was deafening in the room. The zombies head seem to almost explode from the round hitting it's forehead. It collapsed in a heap not more than ten feet from her. She sat up more, waiting to see if anything else was coming, but it didn't look like it had any friends with it. But what it did have was a 9mm on it's hip, and looked like two spare clips still in its belt. Maybe it had keys still. They could get a car, get to the hospital faster.
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