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Post by InsanityIsCool on Aug 18, 2015 13:29:56 GMT -5
Katya was seeing red, her anger and fury obvious on her face. this man, this pile of dog s***, had been drawing a bead on polly. HER POLLY!
this piece of s*** had tried to kill them, he deserved to die, slowly, feasted upon by the infected, His jaw removed.
then she had felt polly's hand on her arm, pulling her out of her rage. it was still there, just barely under control.
"Better talk to her you little s***, or your going to have to deal with me. and let me tell you something you piece of f+cking zombie lunch. you just took a pot shot at my lover, so you better hope to whatever god or devil there is that she doesn't let me loose."
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Post by JDrew25 on Aug 18, 2015 13:44:12 GMT -5
Polly looked at the woman, giving her a comforting smile. She was fine, they both were. Well, she was a little scraped and bruised from Katya pushing her to the ground, but she could survive those. She looked the man over, and like her he looked too well cared for to have been a survivor like Katya. He had a place to sleep, food and safety. She was figuring he came from the hotel, but there might have been another place he came from. A settlement perhaps?
"Please, just tell me where you're from. I won't hurt you, I promise."
She tried to look as harmless as possible. That was something she had always been good at, disarming people's worries and fears. She looked younger than she was, and gave off a feeling of calm. She wasn't sure where she learned how to do that, but she had always put it to use when needed. If it kept her lover from killing the man, then she did something good.
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Aug 18, 2015 14:23:08 GMT -5
Katya watched the man visably relax in response to polly. and internally smiled, her lover was truly a good companion to her, harmless survivor and psycho survivor.
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Post by JDrew25 on Aug 18, 2015 14:37:39 GMT -5
Polly watched the man, and as she got back up he seemed to physically relax. That was a good sign. If she could keep this from escalating further that would be preferable. She didn't want to hurt anyone if she could avoid it, and she was certain that Katya would kill the man without hesitation for attempting to hurt her.
The man looked back up at Katya's hard glare before speaking, his voice hesitant but not longer scared. If anything, he sounded more worried and confused than scared.
"The motel...we are staying there while we are hunting. But you're not who we are out for. I thought all the women had been taken out. Are you another hunting party? I thought we were the only ones out here. I paid good scrap for this hunt."
Polly looked confused, and looked back up at Katya. What was the man talking about? What women? What hunting parties? She stood up, and finally noticed the red streak going down the other woman's cheek. She gasped, wondering how she had gotten hurt, and began wiping at it with her good hand.
"You're hurt. Hold still, I'll get it cleaned up."
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Aug 18, 2015 14:44:39 GMT -5
"not now."
katya gently pushed polly away and knelt down so she was at eye level to the man.
"What Hunt?" she asked, demanded coldly.
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Post by JDrew25 on Aug 18, 2015 15:10:13 GMT -5
The man visibly shrunk as he realized the woman wasn't another hunter, and that he may have just become the prey. He looked at the other woman who had kept him alive this long, but she looked too baffled to do much to assist him. He swallowed his fear and tried to sit up, groaning in pain as his ruined shoulder was jostled.
"The hunt. People come from all over, use some of the dregs or scavs they catch and let them loose in the woods. For some scrap or more rare items you can participate. Anything that enters the game preserve can be hunted. The only way the hunted get to live is if they survive 72 hours. I've been doing this for five seasons. Most of them don't make 10 hours, not with everything out there trying to kill them."
Polly was visibly shaken, and tried not to vomit. What the man was talking about was barbaric, even by the apocalypse standards. She knelt down, trying to control the urge to grab Katya and run, the where didn't matter. She just wanted to get away before anyone else tried to kill them.
"Why would you do something like this? Why would you hunt people?"
The man smiled, and the woman's blood ran cold as he spoke.
"For the sport. We're the most dangerous animal out here."
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Aug 18, 2015 15:22:49 GMT -5
"and this is why I hate humans more than zombies."
the man opened his mouth to speak, but before he could katya punched him. Hard.
his head flew back, blood spraying from his broken nose, but before he landed on his back katya grabbed him by his ammo belt and brought him back for another punch.
and another.
and another.
Katya could hear, feel polly try to stop her but it was no use, the mans comment had pushed her over the edge and back into memory.
her step-parents death.
it hadn't been an accident, they had been murdered by a man just like this, thinking that they were prey to be hunted for sport.
He hadn't survived her wrath.
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Post by JDrew25 on Aug 18, 2015 15:36:29 GMT -5
Polly had attempted to stop the woman, but she wasn't strong enough, or crazy enough to try and get between her and the man. She simply watched in horror as the man was beaten to death. Even after his body had stopped twitching, the woman was still hitting him, battering him until he was unrecognizable. She waited until the woman finally stopped before going to her, picking the man's equipment up and grabbing his ammo belt.
"Katya. Please. He said party. HUNTING PARTY. There are more of them out there. We have to go, we have to leave before they come."
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Aug 18, 2015 15:48:20 GMT -5
Katya looked up at polly in a numb daze, and slowly got to her feet.
all she felt now was numbness. numbness at the pain of the past, the sheer visceral hatred and rage the man had unleashed, and the cold realisation, that polly had just witnessed all that. she had watched as she had beaten a wounded man to death with her bare hands.
and all she could think as she got up and walked slowly down the road, was that no-one, not even an angel like polly, could love such a broken, rage filled monster.
and with that thought she locked her emotions away deep down inside her. better to live a half life, than a full life as a broken monster.
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Post by JDrew25 on Aug 18, 2015 16:06:25 GMT -5
"Katya? Katya where are you going?"
Polly began running towards the other woman, trying to catch up with her s she numbly walked down the road. She was scared, but not of the woman. She was scared for her, because whatever it was that she did to that man was personal. She seemed to almost be in a daze, and Polly hesitated actually touching her, afraid of what would happen if she did.
"Katya, please. Just slow down and - unh..."
She felt like someone had slammed their fist into her back. As she tried to turn, her legs gave out and she collapsed, a look of confusion on her face as she tried to understand how she had been hurt. A blossom of red appeared on her back, a few inches above her hips as she fell to the ground.
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Aug 18, 2015 16:24:36 GMT -5
Katya froze at the sound of the gunshot, and at polly's grunt of pain.
turning around, a strangled cry went through her lips at the sight of polly on the ground, blood blossoming on her lower back.
she rushed into action without thought, she could work otherwise, the emotions that she had just locked away had broken free at the sight of polly hurt.
she ripped the shirt away from the wound, and went to work, babbling, barely controlling her hands so they wouldn't shake.
she worked quickly, efficiently, and soon the bullet was out of the wound and a clean bandage wrapped around her stomach, stopping the bleeding.
that bullet had been meant for her.
"don't die please dont die don't leave me you promised you wouldn't leave me I cant lose another loved one please."
she didn't even notice the 5 men coming up behind her until they started talking.
"I'm gonna kill her, she killed my brother, beat him to death!"
"yes she is going to die, just like the other, but first, lets have a little fun, my cock hasn't been used in a while and that girl on the ground looks fresh."
they continued talking, getting closer, thinking they were simply strolling up to caught prey.
they didn't realise that they had ****ed of the true predator.
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Post by JDrew25 on Aug 18, 2015 16:31:00 GMT -5
Polly's eyes were drooping as she tried to reach her back, her arms felt heavy, and when Katya had been moving her she could do little more than groan in pain, her hands coming away red, almost as red as Katya's had been. She could hear her speak, but she didn't understand what she was saying. She just felt cold, and suddenly tired. She kicked her legs out, but couldn't manage to get them back under her. As she laid on Katya's lap, she managed to make eye contact with her, and smiled weakly.
"...hurts..."
As the men got closer, she could feel Katya trembling, and gently laid her on the ground. Polly reached for her, one arm barely able to hold onto her calf before the woman just looked at her, a sad smile on her face as she pulled the woman's bloody hand from her leg, the look of death and rage coming back to her eyes.
Polly's head lolled to the side, watching sideways as the men approached, rifles held loosely in their hands. They never saw it coming.
Katya charged the first of the group her pistol coming out in one hand as the other threw her knife at the man farthest away. He took the blade to the throat as the first two were shot in the chest, dropping with cries of surprise and pain. The last two fired, but completely missed the fast moving dervish of death. Finally closing in, she kicked the weapon out of the man's hand to her left, shot him in the stomach, and then punched the other man in the crotch. Feeling no pity over the man losing his brother, she shot the attempted rapist in the stomach, then both knees. She turned to the other wounded man and did the same, leaving them writhing and howling in agony as she collected their weapons and equipment, leaving them to the mercy of the wilderness and the infected. If they were lucky they would bleed to death.
Polly watched her avenging angel, her warrior woman come to her, dropping all of the items she had as she picked Polly up in her arms, carrying her like a child. She cried out in pain as she felt the wound open more, but let one hand close over the woman's cheek, giving her a loving smile.
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Aug 18, 2015 16:57:59 GMT -5
Katya moved quickly. there was no time for sleep, no time to eat or drink.
the only time she stopped was to change the bandage and check the wound.
she had disinfected polly's wound, and patched her up, but katya did not stop.
could not stop.
in the next 3 days she shaved off days and days of travel. always moving.
it was finally in a cabin in the forest near the area where polly's compound was supposed to be that she stopped.
it was a logical decision rather than fatigue based, she had to sleep, had to drink water or she wouldn't be able to help polly.
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Post by JDrew25 on Aug 18, 2015 17:06:56 GMT -5
Poly was half conscious, barely able to tell the woman when they had to stop, when she needed to stop being jostled around. Katya was barely able to focus away from their travel, and she so determined she didn't try and stop her.
When she woke, she found herself in a bed, laying on her stomach and wrapped in warm blankets. She felt an arm on her shoulder, and she looked over to see Katya's sleeping form next to her. She smiled, and cuddled closer, whimpering in pain from the closing wound. She wiggles her toes, glad to know she was able to walk. She had dropped like a stone, and feared she had lost the ability to walk.
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Aug 18, 2015 17:16:04 GMT -5
katya felt polly moving closer, and heard her whimpering, and woke from her nightmare. the sight of polly on the ground, bleeding had haunted her every waking moment, and now her dreams as well.
this girl, this angel had been hurt by a bullet meant for her. was hurting from something meant for her.
she couldn't forgive herself.
"stop moving, your going to reopen your wound." she said numbly, trying to move away from polly without accidentally hurting her.
Katya had been a fool to think that she could have a life with such a kind, gentle creature. she had taken all She had done to her and gave her kindness and joy. and even when she had been hurt badly, and seen her murder 6 people so brutally, filled with rage and death. she had tried to comfort her.
She could never be worthy of such a being.
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