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Post by Rhinn on Nov 7, 2011 15:39:01 GMT -5
Zoe nodded and immediately circled around the living room. She too had noticed the pool of blood in the middle of the room. As she got closer to the couch, it suddenly let out a moan and there was a bump as something behind/underneath it moved.
Zoe jumped back a bit and it took all her might to not scream out. Around the edge of the couch crawled a half-thing. It probably started off as human but it was bloated and grotesque. The lower half of its body was gone... only pulling itself along with its arms. Entrails and gore trailed behind it and the spine, which was snapped off before the pelvis, wiggled behind it like the tail of an aligator.
Before it could emit another moan, Zoe brought the blade of her machete down and cut off one of its arms. It fell with a flop to the ground, but the zombie hardly noticed it. If anything, it tried harder to get to Zoe. Zoe stepped around to it side and fought the bile taste in her mouth. She brought the machete down again, this time severing its head from the spine. The body stopped moving, but the head continued to look at her and snap its half hinged jaw. Zoe kicked it way to the far corner.
"I think that we are clear in here, though don't check under the couch. Shall we hit the bedroom?"
She immediately blushed at the sound of the comment, hoping that Samuel wouldn't catch it, but realizing that he probably would.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 7, 2011 18:47:58 GMT -5
Samuel snickered as Zoe made her comment. He looked over at her, and considered dropping it, but he remembered her comments in the firehouse and knew he wasn’t going to let her get off that easily.
“Wow, your move fast, don’t you? You didn’t even buy me dinner…” He said as he walked over toward the bedroom door, stepping over the now dead half a zombie near the couch. He put his hand on the doorknob and looked back to her to make sure she was ready before he threw it open and led the way with his axe. Nothing, besides the body half hanging out the window, a wound on the person’s leg that looked a lot like a bite.
“Well, unless there are two people hanging out windows, I think we took care of this guy outside. Which means the place is clear. For the moment.” He said, looking back at her.
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 7, 2011 19:29:49 GMT -5
Zoe looked in the room and then pulled back out again.
"If it wasn't just drenched in blood and the smell of rotten flesh, this place may be liveable."
She looked around and noticed the kitchen area in the back of the lodge. She looked at it. A small stove, refrigerator, oven, pantry and sink pretty much rounded it out. Off to the side was a small bathroom.
"Not much of a lodge, but I guess it will do when you are out here." She opened the pantry and found a few cans of food. She tossed the Spam to Samuel.
"I guess I bought you dinner now, huh?", she said with a smile before picking up the last three cans. One was corn, the other was Spam and the last one was peas. She tossed him the corn.
"So what's the plan? Do we hang out here until morning, or head out in the night."
By now she was rummaging around in the drawers where she came up with a can opener. She held up the opener. "Tonight, we dine in glory!"
That was punctuated by a thump from above them. "What the hell is that?"
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Post by Mikey on Nov 7, 2011 20:20:30 GMT -5
“Ya, they just use it as a place to crash on a week long hunting trip.” Samuel said. Just like the fire station. A place to crash when you couldn’t be at home. She started to go through the food that was around and tossed him some SPAM, and he smirked when she made the comment about buying him dinner.
“Well, you didn’t so much buy it as pilfer it, but I’ll take whatever I can get.” He said with a laugh. She pulled out a can opener and waved it around, starting to open a can when the thump sounded above.
“Place doesn’t have a second floor so… Attic?” He said, looking up. Was their luck running out?
“See if you can find a hatch anywhere.” He said, grabbing his gun from it’s holster and walking back toward the bedroom. He wasn’t going to sit and have a bite to eat until this place was clear. And it was aggravating him something fierce. He checked the ceiling, but couldn’t find anything so far. Maybe Zoe had better luck.
“Anything?” He called back into the common room.
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 8, 2011 17:20:32 GMT -5
"It's in here", Zoe called from the kitchen. Up in the ceiling there was a door. It was on a hinge and Zoe guessed that it was set up like all other houses... pull down the handle and the door folds down with a collapsible set of stairs on it.
Problem was that the handled had been snapped off. Zoe couldn't reach it.
"Yo Stretch. Put your height to good use."
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Post by Mikey on Nov 9, 2011 20:27:49 GMT -5
Samuel heard Zoe called out, and he smirked. He looked back and saw her looking up to a hatch in the ceiling, with the cord broken. He walked over and easily reached up, getting his finger underneath the seam of the trap door and pulling it down.
“When we get to Vegas you should invest in a step ladder. I’m sure it would make your life so much easier.” He said with a smirk as he walked up a few steps. He took a look around the area, but didn’t see the source of the thumping. He was about to go back down when he felt hands grab his shoulders and something pulled on him, trying to bring him close enough to bite. He did the only thing that he could at that moment. He dropped, using his three hundred pounds to get away from the thing. It worked, and with the sound of tearing fabric and a loud thump, he was on the ground.
Not stopping to feel the pain on his landing, he was on his feet soon after while the monster above them started crawling toward them. It clumsily continued past the floor, and pitched forward. It fell into a heap at the bottom of the stairs, and was instantly back on the attack. Sort of… It’s legs, and Samuel was betting most of its torso, was broken and twisted. It wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry.
“Huh…” Samuel said as he backed away a step, watching the thing drag itself along.
“Funny, aint it?” He asked. “How they never even bother to avoid hurting themselves…” He said.
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 14, 2011 11:35:55 GMT -5
"It's their greatest advantage", Zoe replied quietly. She remembered during the first outbreak that she came across one in the forest. It was only half there, but it pulled itself over stumps and rocks, ripping itself apart to get to her. Her dad had run up from behind her and slammed his ax down onto its head, killing it.
She stepped up the undead and put her revolver to its head. It regarded her at food and started to moan. Zoe pulled the trigger, sending a shell into its skull, destroying its brain, killing it.
She stepped back over to the table and emptied the spent round into her pocket and replaced it with another one. The place was starting to give her the creeps.
"So what's up with all the half eaten, corpses? Something was here eating on them and infected them." Zoe looked towards the door. She pictured an infected bear on the loose out there, tearing people to pieces.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 17, 2011 19:28:20 GMT -5
“They have short attention spans.” Samuel quipped, looking at the zombie for a moment. “Either something that didn’t leave a lot of damage was here, or someone was infected and turned in the middle of a get together, bit the others, and they tried to get out when they turned.” He said. They had killed two, so where was the third?
“If that theory holds water, it means there’s one more here…” He said, looking around the room they were in. Maybe that one had gotten outside?
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 18, 2011 11:53:42 GMT -5
"No telling, but it will probably show up when I'm sitting on the pot."
One zombie was dead behind the couch, the other one was dead in the kitchen. The bedroom was empty. That could only mean...
"Let's check the bathroom", she said almost resigned. Better to check now then when she was taking a dump.
Making her way over to the bathroom she pushed over the door. It was small, with a wall mounted sink, and a small toilet. In the corner she saw a shower stall. Pushing the curtain aside, she looked down.
"Here it is... at least what's left of it." In the shower, she saw only the head of the infected, laying on the floor. It's jaws snapped at her, but it couldn't move. Zoe wondered where the body was. She took out her machete and slammed the blade through its rotten facial cavity. The jaws stopped snapping.
"Well the house is clear", she said, looking back at Samuel. "Let's eat."
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Post by Mikey on Nov 18, 2011 15:42:38 GMT -5
Samuel watched from the door as Zoe dispatched the latest zombie. He had figured the room would be empty when the initial scan showed no signs of a struggle, blood stains, or the sounds of a walker trying to get out. He had been half right. A walker that was so damaged that it was immobile wasn’t a problem.
“Three of them. Sounds about right.” He said, clearing the way for Zoe to walk to the main room. He followed and took his spot at the counter where they had left their meal, resuming the opening of the cans in silence. He didn’t feel very hungry anymore, but he knew he had to eat while he could. They may not get chances like this very often.
He shoveled some spam out onto a plate he took from the cabinet and slid the can over to her.
“Hell of a day. You up for some sleep yet?” He asked. It had been… f**k, he didn’t remember. At least twenty four hours, he was pretty sure. Before the first raider attack.
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 18, 2011 16:03:15 GMT -5
Zoe ate the food in front of her, but it really didn't have any taste. The sight of the three partial undead had taken it away. She looked around the lodge a bit. What had seemed like a safe haven to relax now just looked like a beginning of a slaughterhouse.
"Yeah", she said, shoving the rest of the food in her mouth. She looked over at the bed in the bedroom and then at the couch. She knew that she was hopped up on adrenaline for most of the day and that she was ready for a crash. It have been more than a day since she had some sleep. The thought of sleep made her yawn and she felt the weariness of the last few days wash over here.
"You take the bed. It's bigger. I'll take the couch."
The couch.
Where she had found the first half of an undead. Yeah, when they got to Vegas, she'd be burning these clothes. Zoe found a cabinet with several blankets and took one out and shook it out. Then she went over to the couch and fell backwards on it. Pulling the cover over her she mumbled a good night to Samuel.
He might have said something, but she didn't hear it. She was already out.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 19, 2011 19:49:59 GMT -5
Samuel finished off the plate of food, chewing the rest of it as he walked over to the bedroom. He inspected it for a moment, seeing no blood stains or anything like that on the bed. He simply collapsed into the bed and sighed, lighting up a cigarette and taking a deep drag to relax himself.
It was done in minutes, and after Samuel ground it out into the bedside table, he laid back and took a deep breath. Shutting his eyes and covering up with the blanket that was folded up at the foot of the bed, it took no time flat for him to fall asleep.
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 21, 2011 13:22:33 GMT -5
Zoe woke up just as dawn broke over the mountaintops. She didn’t set an alarm, but the sun shining through the curtains and hitting her in the face was good enough to get her awake. She slowly sat up, stretching and feeling her muscles relax and a few of her joints pop. She pulled on her boots and wrapped her blanket around her. Up here in the mountains the mornings were pretty much close to freezing.
Waddling to the bathroom, she did what she needed to do and then turned on the water. She was anticipating washing her face with cold water, but it was hot. Realizing that the lodge had its own propane tank and it was working, she immediately stripped down and jumped in the shower, washing the last few days of dirt, smoke, crud and ick off her body and out of her hair. After 30 minutes, she stepped out and pulled clean clothes out of her backpack and pulled them on. Her dirty clothes were covered in filth, so she just chunked them in the trash. Then she went to the kitchen. In her bag, she had a few more cans of spam, so she pulled out a pan and, after cleaning it, fired up the stove and began to warm the pan. She opened the cans of spam and sliced them into half inch slices. Putting those in the pan, she began to fry them up for breakfast. Then she filled up a metal coffee pot with water and put some coffee that she found in the top and began to heat that up as well. She knew that they had some cereal in the car, so she’d go get it when Samuel woke up. As luck would have it, she also found a can of evaporated milk and poured it into a pitcher along with 2 quarts of water. It would taste just like real milk, but it would be doable.
As breakfast was cooking, Zoe pulled out her revolver and checked it out, making sure it was in good firing order. Then she took out her machete and checked the blade, to make sure that the stabbing of the skull didn’t produce any nicks in the blade. She promised herself to start carrying her crowbar for that type of work.
As the breakfast was finished cooking, she pulled out a couple of plate and filled each plate with 4 slices of fried spam. Then she set out the coffee and milk.
“Hey Samuel, you awake yet?” Zoe knew that he was probably up. “Can I borrow the keys to the car, I need to get some cereal out of the car.”
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Post by Mikey on Nov 22, 2011 0:34:52 GMT -5
Samuel woke with a start when he heard Zoe’s voice, the rest of the noise she had made had done nothing to pull him from his slumber. He grabbed at his revolver and looked around the room for a moment, his consciousness catching up with his instinct before he put the gun down and reached for a cigarette. He pulled the keys out of his pants pocket and walked to the door, the smell hitting him like a boot to the face.
“Did we die in our sleep? I think I smell heaven.” He said with a smirk, looking at the table set out with goodies. He took a deep drag of the cigarette, flicking it into the ash tray he brought from the room. He walked with her to the door, his revolver still in hand so he could watch her back on the short trip.
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 22, 2011 15:39:16 GMT -5
Zoe grabbed the keys and smiled. Then she ran to the car and opened the passenger side door. Reaching into their bag of food, she pulled out a bag of Frosted Flakes. She shut the door and went back inside. Tossing the bag on the table between them, she sat down at one of the chairs.
"Let's eat, I'm famished."
Without waiting she dove into the Spam. In another life, she probably wouldn't have touched the stuff, but now, like Samuel said, it was heavenly. She finished off one of the slices in two bites and begun to pour herself a bowl of cereal and a glass of milk at the same time. Between bites, she asked.
"So, what's our plan for today?" She figured they would finish up here and get in the car and head to Vegas, but one never knew.
"By the way, the propane tank for this lodge is still on, so there is hot water in the shower."
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