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Post by InsanityIsCool on Jun 16, 2015 5:10:02 GMT -5
Katya took note of her new surroundings. She and others were restrained in a large metal cage, though the others had their wrists tied to the wall and their mouths stuffed with rags, while she was suspended by her wrists in the middle of the cage. Slowly, she tensed her muscle groups, checking for injuries, and apart from some twinges, she was fine. She was glad that she had stashed her gear in a safe spot before getting captured, it meant that she wouldn't have to look for her stuff in this rats nest. Looking up, she annoyingly noted that she was restrained by cuffs instead of rope. That meant she either got the keys or dislocated one of her thumbs. That's when she heard footsteps coming, and some of her fellow captives started to thrash about, utterly screaming. She hung her head down, and soon enough she heard the cage door being opened, and the footsteps getting closer. "You killed several of my friends you b*tch, I'm going to have fun with you before the hunt." she heard the jailer say, slowly lifting her head. Skinny, ugly, bad teeth and broken nose, long neck though, that was good. "Come over here and say that you little c0cksucker." When he got close enough, she she struck. Bringing her legs up so fast he didn't even show fear until her legs were firmly around his neck, and then his eyes quickly went blank when she snapped his scrawny neck. She let his body fall forward, grabbing the keys with her feet and lifting them to her hands. Grabbing the set of keys, she lifted herself further up until she could grab the bars with her legs, relieving pressure on her hands. Releasing herself, she quickly maneuvered herself to drop down feet first. At first she started towards the open door, but then stopped, sighed and turned back towards the other prisoners, moving towards one.
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Post by JDrew25 on Jun 16, 2015 10:32:38 GMT -5
Polly watched as the woman came close to her, and then her gaze flickered to the body on the floor. Had he been one of the people that had grabbed her? It had happened so fast, she didn't get a chance to see who had abducted her. She pulled at her restraints and let out a sharp cry of pain. Something had made a grinding sound in her left wrist, and the waves of pain almost made her pass out. Something was wrong with her wrist, it was maybe broken or if she was really lucky, just sprained. She needed to get it looked at, and soon. But was there anyone here that would help them?
She looked back up at the woman, imploring her to help them. She didn't think the man had captured them all by himself. He had to have others with him, and they needed to escape before anyone else came.
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Jun 16, 2015 23:18:08 GMT -5
Katya went first to the girl who had cried in pain and looked at her bindings. It was rope and well tied, she wouldn't be able to unite them all before someone came to check on the dead guy. Going back to the corpse she quickly found a rusty yet sharp knife, good enough. She went back to the girl and started in on the ropes. A few seconds and a lot of rust flakes later and the girl was free. The girls wrist looked sprained over broken which was good but it still represented a problem. "Your wrist looks sprained but that doesn't give you leave to be noisy. Shutup, do Exactly what I tell you When I tell you, and you might get out of this alive. Understood?" The last bit she asked the entire group, getting nods from them all.
She handed the knife to the girl, "free the others, I'm going to check outside."
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Post by JDrew25 on Jun 17, 2015 11:00:02 GMT -5
Polly worked her sore wrist around, and had to agree with the woman that her wrist was going to be useless to her for a little while, but it was better than a break. She pulled the gag out of her mouth and began cutting the others free, getting them to their feet and occasionally glancing behind her to see if they had any uninvited guests coming to check on them. Thankfully no one had appeared, and as she helped the last man to his feet with her good hand, and quietly crept to the entrance of their prison, holding the knife back out to the woman.
"Where do we go from here? I don't even know where we are anymore."
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Jun 18, 2015 2:43:58 GMT -5
"We keep moving forward." Katya lead the way, though several hallways later there was grumbling. And then she found what she was looking, or at least one of the things. She motioned the others to head into an empty side room while she snuck up on the lone guard. She quickly put the knife to his throat and dragged him to the side room. "Bring me that chair and that roll of duct tape please." She asked the girls, who quickly brought her the items. After quickly and firmly taping the guy to the chair, Katya went back to Polly and took back the knife. "You girls might want to cover your ears and look away."
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Post by JDrew25 on Jun 18, 2015 10:10:16 GMT -5
Polly watched as the woman began to advance on the bound and very helpless man. Her stomach churned at the idea of torturing him, and it seemed everyone else was listening to the woman and either turning away or covering their ears. She stepped towards the woman and reached out with her good hand, placing it on the woman's forearm. What this woman was going to do was inhuman, there had to be another way of finding out where they were and why they had been taken.
"Please, let me try. You can't just....carve him up like this."
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Jun 18, 2015 13:32:00 GMT -5
"That's where your wrong girl. It's not can't but CAN. For example."
She twisted her forearm out of the girl's and quickly brought the knife's sharp edge to her left jugular.
"I Can choose to kill you. The reason? What reason? Anger? Psychopathy? Fun? The reason doesn't matter, the Choice DOES. And,"
She brought the knife edge away from the girls neck, "I choose not to. You have done nothing to deserve it, and I prefer not to kill without cause."
She turned to the bound guard, whose eyes were wide with fear and fixed at her. "Which brings us back to you. Like I said, I don't like to kill without reason, that includes hurting people. So, you answer my questions without lying to my or trying to be a big man and you will get out of this alive. You want to be alive don't you? So, why don't you first tell me your name."
"M...Michael."
"Very good. Now Michael, tell me where we are."
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Post by JDrew25 on Jun 18, 2015 13:56:46 GMT -5
Polly was proud of herself for not wetting her pants when the woman had the knife against her throat. She wasn't an adventurer, or someone that was used to danger, so this was quickly going out of her depth. She watched as the woman interrogated Michael, also knowing that she wanted the same answers the woman was getting from him. Where were they, why were they brought here, and who wanted them?
As the other woman interrogated the man, she moved to where the others were, wanting to make sure they were alright. She held her injured wrist to her stomach and tried to put on a brave face as she checked over the others. She smiled at one of the other men that was watching the door, a strained and nervous look on his face. He looked about her age, maybe a bit older.
"I'm Polly. Where did you all come from? What community did they take you from?"
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Jun 18, 2015 16:12:51 GMT -5
"We're... we're in a skyscraper in the northwest of the city." "Good Michael, where in the building are we in relation to the nearest exit?" "Down the hall, turn left, second right, emergency exit stairwell at the end." "Good work Michael. Now, why were we kidnapped and brought here." "I..." he started before shutting his mouth, though in fear rather than anger. Katya sighed, and pressed the knife's edge to his left ankle. "Do you know why they call it the Achilles tendon? It's based on the death of Achilles in the old poem the illiad. The warrior Achilles was invincible because his mother dunked him in the river Styx, trying to make him immortal. however she held him by his heel, which was the only place that could be injured, and he was killed by an arrow that went into that heel. Which is how we came to have the phrase 'Achilles Heel'. Now, the Achilles tendon is small, but it is very important. If it's severed, you can't stand upright, you can only crawl. Is that what you want? To be only able crawl when surrounded by zombies hungering for your flesh? Because that is what ill do to you if you don't answer the question."
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Post by JDrew25 on Jun 18, 2015 16:43:29 GMT -5
Polly had turned and was staring at the two of them, her eyes wide at the sight. She knew that if the man didn't answer, he'd be crippled for life. Although with the way the world was now, that meant he would be alive only until the undead or worse found him. She silently prayed the man would just answer her question, and then they would know why they were here. She had heard of people being kidnapped, taken on the roads or from smaller settlements, but it had never happened to anyone from her community. Now she was one of those stories, and she wanted to know why she had been brought here.
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Jun 18, 2015 19:52:51 GMT -5
"I...I..." "Take your time," Katya said gently, seeing that he wanted to talk. "I...I was part of a small group that was captured about 3 months ago. After being held for at least 2 days we were all shoved into the higher levels and locked in with 2 other groups, undead and B.O.W.s and each person having 3 days worth of food and water, and told that the doors would be opened in 2 months. It was worse than hell, we didn't even have weapons." "Only a few of us was left after 2 months months, and after the doors opened they beat us, starved us, and after 2 weeks, they shoved us into a pit and told us that if we didn't fight, that they would kill us. In the end, I was the only one left, and they told me that I had passed selection."
So, they were kidnapping people to put them through a selection to join their group.
Well, that was disgusting.
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Post by JDrew25 on Jun 19, 2015 7:17:42 GMT -5
Polly sank to her knees when she heard the man speak, her limbs feeling like jelly and her stomach lurching. They were here as some sort of sick game. Were they already locked in the building, or were they still being transported there? A thousand questions were running through her mind as she tried to grasp the situation she was in. She tried to keep from vomiting, and got shakily to her feet as the other people around her began whispering to each other and trying not to panic.
"Are...are we already there? I mean, this place? Is there any way out of here?"
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Jun 22, 2015 8:09:56 GMT -5
" if we were in the cage we wouldnt be a talking to our guard buddy at the moment. So we aren't in the cage, that means we can get out." Katya looked back at the guard, removing the knife edge from his ankle, " how many guards are there at the exit?" "None, the others are pretty lazy and sloppy, I was supposed to be with 3 others guarding that point." She stood up. "Well, thanks for the information. As your reward." She struck him in the temple, knocking him unconscious. After which she started at his bonds with the knife. "Once I'm done with the bonds we'll dump him at his spot. We don't know what these sick bastards did to him, they could have brainwashed him for all we know. We can't risk taking him only for him to give us up or kill us when our backs are turned." Once he was out of the chair she patted him down, coming up with a slightly rusty Browning HP 9mm, 3 magazines for the pistol, a crowbar and a flashlight with a strobe setting. She motioned for some of the others to drag the unconscious guard and walked to the one she had 'provided advice' to. She offered her the crowbar. "Better you than another. you tried to stop me, meaning you have guts and the will to act on your conscious. I approve of such qualities even if misplaced."
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Post by JDrew25 on Jun 23, 2015 7:25:50 GMT -5
Polly took the crowbar from the woman, and held it in two hands. The weight felt reassuring, like she wasn't as defenseless as she had been the moment before. She watched the others, some of them noticing that she had been armed, and the others were not. She clutched tighter onto the weapon, certain that given the chance, someone else would take it from her, even use it on her if they had to.
No, she couldn't think like that. That was how the other man had become the person he was. She wasn't going to become like him.
"I've never killed anyone before. Thank you for letting him live."
Her voice sounded loud in the silence around them, but she knew she had spoke softly. She was not the first person to tell her that her sense of mercy had been misplaced. In the world they lived in now, she thought it was one of the few things that made her human, and kept her from becoming worse than the raiders around her.
"So, once we get out of here, we need to find more supplies, maybe some weapons? We can't just fend for ourselves with what we have."
She looked back at the others, hoping they agreed. They could survive as a group, but if they were scattered she knew something bad would happen to them all.
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Jun 24, 2015 5:26:12 GMT -5
"You lot wont survive long if we get separated, but I'm not babysitting you lot forever. I'm getting out, getting my stuff, and moving on."
She looked again at the girl she gave the crowbar to.
Five foot seven with Blonde and blue eyes. Cute despite the dirty rags. She looked over the others. "What's your names? First or last names only, whatevers shortest." A smattering of names followed, and Katya looked over to the blonde with the crowbar. "So what's yours? I'm Katya."
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