Slyde
Zombie Hunter
Look into my eyes...
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Post by Slyde on Aug 29, 2008 11:21:10 GMT -5
Mark had never felt this lost in his life. He had climbed lots of mountains in his whole life, but a simple place like a mall made him lost. Mark smirked at this ironic thought, then took another bite at his burger. After about a few minutes of more walking, he was getting nervous. "Where is the fu**ing exit!?" he muttered to himself. The bus driver was probably ****ed right now. And Millie...Mark shook his head and proceeded to search for the exit. As Mark took the lastbite out of his burger (and still searching for the goddamned exit) he saw someone, or something, out of the corner of his eye. Thinking it was another person, and out of desperation for finding his way out, he yelled:
"Hello! Somebody there!?"
No reply. He tried again to catch that person's, or thing's, attention.
"Hello!? I'm kind of lost here so if you could help..."
Still no reply. Mark was gettng ****ed. He NEEDED to get out. RIGHT NOW. He was fuming when he turned around, storming towards one end of the mall hoping to find the frickin' exit. After taking a few steps, he heard a scraping noise be he didn't give a damn. His mind was set on getting out of the mall. After taking another few steps, he was surprised, and hurt, when something pounced on his back, scratching it and giving him a few gashes. He fell down hard, face first to the floor. He let go of his order from Happy Burger and clenched his face, which hurt like hell but was fortunately undamaged. Then he screamed in pain as multiple claws slash away at his back. After a few seconds of agonizing pain, he turned around with all his strength and the thing fell off his back. He was then face to face with a...dog. A vicious, grotesque looking dog, snarling at him from about 2 yards away. He would've hurled from what he saw if he wasn't in that much pain. He looked towards the thing that pounced on him and saw another ugly looking dog, it's paws having his blood and shreds of his green shirt.
Thinking fast, he saw behind the dog who clawed him the same bathroom he entered awhile ago, about a few yards away. Desperate to find shelter from these monstrosities, he struggled to stand up, which he was able to do,but was pounced again after taking a few steps, this time by both dogs. He was able to punch one in it's head. It fell down to the floor and writhed. The other dog managed to scrape Mark's leg, which stopped him for a bit, but he kicked it off. Now with both dogs down, but probably not dead, he ran for his life towards the bathroom.
He successfully entered he bathroom. He locked it and he fell down to his knees, grimacing in pain. He was very lucky at the time, he just had a few cuts. He grabbed his cross and kissed it, as he usually does when he gets lucky. He pulse calmed down a bit, then he searched for something to block the bathroom door temporarily. He found a broom, another stroke of luck, which he used to "lock" the door in position. After doing that, he exclaimed to himself. "What the f*** was that!?" And sat in one of the cubicles pondering over what just happened.
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Post by Reaper on Aug 29, 2008 14:52:41 GMT -5
Jack sighed a bit as she looked around the graveyard. Shaking her head as she moved, with each step came a sloshing sound, followed by a rather sickening squishing sound. She kept her cool though at the moment her mind was screaming for her to run. She knew better than that. Looking back slightly to make sure that Mikey was following her. Her main priority was to get him out of here, and hopefully herself as well. "We need to find a way out of here, but we need to stick together," she said lightly. She ran her hand over the top of another grave stone, and blood seemed to be seeping out of the stone. She kept moving as she passed a very disturbing thought from her head. "Now were would the exit be," she said lightly as she continued to look around the graveyard. "Have any ideas?" she asked as she looked back to Mikey. Hoping to at least keep his mind on something else rather than the scenery.
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Post by Snake on Aug 30, 2008 5:36:08 GMT -5
((Shouldnt we wait for risingtstar to post? She needs to catch up.))
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Post by Mikey on Aug 31, 2008 9:11:24 GMT -5
(Well, in her, that is your, group, there have only been about...3 posts since she last posted. Dang...too many commas.)
Mikey looked around and threw up his arms. "I have no fu*king clue, lady..." He said, and spun around in a circle. He had quickly gone from disgust and fear to irratability and impatients. First the mall, now this. He was rising to pi*sed off.
"How about that way, he said, pointing to an archway that was boarded up. It looked like a big gate to a fence, and the boards seemed quite rotten.
"We could probably break through them." He said, walking foreward and looking them over. Some of the boards were so far gone, that they were only being held up by the other, more sturdy boards. Mikey reached out and pushed on one rouchly with his hand. It snapped, as easily as styrofoam.
"Were in bussiness." He said, a hint of surprise in his voice. He went to work either breaking the boards or pulling them towards him. They came loose from the gate as if nailed in place by nails a size smaller than the holes. Mikey stayed busy with them to keep his mind off wherever they were, and before long, the gate was clear.
"Looks good, in a sense. Lets go." He said, walking foreward.
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The dogs banged into the door and scratched at it, but they couldnt break through. Mark was left inside to his thoughts.
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On the top floor, behind the Happy Burger, a set of stairs was there, and intact. It certainly didnt belong in a mall, but it was sturdy. It was a large spiral of stairs, and led all the way down to the second floor, the one below them.
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Slyde
Zombie Hunter
Look into my eyes...
Posts: 205
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Post by Slyde on Aug 31, 2008 10:34:08 GMT -5
Mark was sitting in one of the Mall's bathroom cubicles, hunched and staring into space. His pain escaped him for a moment, as his mind was focused on one subject: What was happening? First the mall went quiet all of a sudden, then these goddamn dogs started to attack, now he was sitting in a toilet with cuts in his back that would probably scar him forever...then it hit him. He never saw anybody since he left Happy Burger. Could it be possible that he was alone?
Mark grabbed his hair, something most people would do when panicking, and stood up. He started pacing around the bathroom, thinking, searching, for a way out. "Where the f** do I go!? Where the f** is everybody!?" he said to himself angrily. After a few minutes of walking around like an idioit, he could not control his anger anymore, and he snapped. He started screaming around, calling for help, blaming things that shouldn't be blamed, and yelling profanities for no reason. "AAAAAARGH" shouted, the last one of his anger spree. Tired, exhausted, and in pain, he fell to his knees yet again. Calming down, he saw ,when he turned his head up, a window. It was pretty small but he could probably fit in it. A ray of hope entered Mark, which was almost taken away from him when he heard a loud bang at the door, proceeded by horrific scratching noises. Mark knew where the sounds came from, and quickly stood up and ran towards the window.
As Mark reached for the window, the bangs and scratches grew louder, and he saw the broom he had place earlier start to splinter. Hastily, he opened the window, which was fortunately unlocked, and struggled to go through it. The sounds grew even louder, and Mark's pulse quickened further. His face evidenced the fact that he was in pain yet again, seeing as his back hugged the top part of the window as he tried to squeeze through. His mind was now stirred by the pain, his vision was getting blurry, but he forced himself to be awake and he succesfully went through the window. He was dizzy, disoriented, and tired. He didn't know where he was falling into, or where he was for that matter. He was knocked out in mid-air, probably because of the excruciating pain, then his body hit a floor.
Mark groggily woke up. It was as if he had a hangover, and his vision was blurry. He stood up, leaning on a wall on all the while. He shook his head for a few seconds and when his senses cleared, he was met with a terrible fact: He was on the second floor of the mall. His face was filled with surprise, and he slumped back down to the floor. He cupped his cross necklace with his right hand and stared at it, thinking whether or not this is really happening.
(OOC: The scream sucks. Just bear with me here.)
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Post by Reaper on Aug 31, 2008 11:47:05 GMT -5
Jack was quick on her feet, mostly because she didn't want Mikey to step into any more trouble than he had to be in. Walking past the gate her eyes scanning their surroundings. "Alright I don't know much about this place, but we need to find out how to get out of here. I know this sounds crazy, but I think were asleep. I'm use to being alone in my dreams, and this is the first time that someone else has entered them," she said lightly as she cautiously moved down the path. "Keep sharp, and stay on your toes. This may be a dream world, but everything is just as real as the real world."
Running her hand along the railing of the path she could feel the age alone within the touch. "We really need to get out of here," she said, but it was a whisper more to herself than anything else. She, herself, couldn't quite comprehend everything, but she knew that it was bad if they stayed here.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 1, 2008 9:43:21 GMT -5
"No sh*t, Sherlock..." Mikey said, sarcasm batheing his words. He was a bit uptight about this place. Even as they walked foreward, he was getting an increasingly bad feeling. Not a psychic vision or anything of that sort. Simply a fairly common sense thought that this place was bad, and that going through a boarded up archeway and into a dark tunnel, which was getting close as they walked, was bad.
They entered the mouth of the cave, and Mikey scanned the ground. Now that he was thinking fairly straight, he was thinking of defense. He wanted something to deal with a monster if it ever came near. And the little knife in his pocket sure wasnt going to do it. He finally settled on a rather large rock, about the size of his head. Hefting it with his right hand, he held it out to the side, ready to either bash something with it or throw it if need be.
As they went farther and farther into the tunnel, it started looking less and less like a tunnel. Doors started to appear, and then hospital equipment. Gurrneys, IV stands, wheelchairs, and the like. All in dissaray. Turned over or on the side, covered in the blood that covered everything else in this place. A bright white light flashed, and they were then in a hallway. It looked very much like a hospital wing, and seemed to go on for a mile.
"Thats gonna be a long walk..." Mikey muttered.
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Post by Reaper on Sept 18, 2008 13:03:29 GMT -5
Jack looked back at Mikey, and sighed a bit. "We keep going until we can find our way out," she said lightly. She ran her hand along her pants in order to dry off her sweaty palms. It seemed that this hall would never come to an end, in a way it was getting a bit frustrating. An in a way she was a bit worried about Mikey and how he was taking things. "You have any idea's on what to do?" she asked hoping to keep his mind off of the scenery and on a certain task.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 18, 2008 15:56:38 GMT -5
"I would say keep walking." Mikey said, and did just that. The hallway seemed to be repeating itself. It was like they would keep walking for about a hundred feet, and then they would be right back where they started. But, that couldnt be true. Mikey looked back every once and a while to look at the entrance, and couldnt see it anymore. They must have gone a long way in.
A flash of light came from nowhere, and they were someplace else. A dark, dank cave. In the middle of it, a person layed on the ground. They were torn open at the stomach, entrails spread out for at least 10 feet in a circle. Blood even farther. And yet still, the person was alive. Their chest went up and down with breaths, and their head lolled back and forth as if in a livid and bad dream.
Mikey looked away and put the back of his hand to his mouth. He felt his stomach do flip flops, and had to turn away for a moment. When he did, he saw a glint of metal. Walking to it, he saw it was a weapon. A gun. His eye's widened as he picked up a large revolver. "I'll be da*ned..." He said in amazement, aiming it around to get a feel for it. He popped the cylinder out and saw from the primers that it was fully loaded. "Bi*chin." He said, a happy tone to his voice. He kept his back turned to the body, for fear that me might lose it if he looked again.
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In the Happy Burger, and on the floor below it, a strange noise could be heard. It sounded like claws landing on the hard floors. To Mark, this was an all too familier sound.
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Post by Reaper on Sept 18, 2008 19:13:56 GMT -5
As Mikey wondered off a bit, she moved toward the body. It seemed to be alive, and if that was true then maybe he would be able to tell them something. Stepping threw the blood, and over the internal organs it took her everything to hold her composure. Kneeling down at the head of the body in order not to look at the rest. She reached down and tapped the person on the face. "Hey . . . hey, are you still with me?" she asked lightly. Looking up in hopes that what ever did this wouldn't come back. Swallowing hard, she looked down at the person and tapped their face again. "Hey . . . I know it hurts, but I need to know. . . please tell me how I can get my friend and myself out of here," she said lightly. Tilting her head to the side for a moment, before looking back. "Please let me know, and I'll end your pain."
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Post by Mikey on Sept 20, 2008 21:23:43 GMT -5
The body reached up and grabbed Jack by the back of the neck. It was apparant to her the person meant her no harm, mearly needed leverage to lean up and wisper something into her ear.
"D...D...D...ie..." It wispered, almost unheard. As soon as Jack heard what the person said, a rumbling could be heard. Almost as soon as the person said it, a runbling footsteps could be heard. From the dark corners of the room, four huge monsters appered. They looked humanoid, in a way. They had limbs, a body, and a head, but that was it for humanoid. It must have been ten feet tall, and weight at least half a ton. He lumbered towards Jack and Mikey, intent on killing them.
Mikey raised the revolver he picked up and braced his wrist. He was slightly paniced, but it was hard to miss the creatures. He fired twice, and the monster recoiled. It let out a scream and walked with a limp, but it kept coming. He fired again, and the monster stopped in its tracks. It fell down, and stopped moving. He felt footsteps behind him, and turned just in time to see another monster's huge fist fly at him. It connected with the side of his head, and he dropped to the ground, lifeless. The remaining monsters looked at Jack and started their slow shuffle toward her.
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Post by Reaper on Sept 20, 2008 21:40:33 GMT -5
Jack looked down at Mikey, and then up at the monsters. She was terrified beyond belief. After a moment she sighed as she regained his composure. Watching as the monster ran toward her she prayed that she was making the right decision, but either way it went she was dead. Bitting her lip, she closed her eyes, taking in the moment, before she felt a sharp pain in her chest. Jack cried out as she was flung across the room into the wall. She opened her eyes just as the creatures hand wrapped around her face. Jack struggled a bit as she felt the crushing grip on her skull, and finally after a minute she stopped moving.
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Jack's eyes shot open as she gasped out grabbing her head. She laid her head down on the ground in attempt to end the throbbing pain. Her chest was even screaming in pain, but it was quickly subsiding. Gasping again as if to get her own emotions under control, she was finally able to realize that they were back in the mall. "Oh thank goodness," she mumbled as she laid her head back down on the ground.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 20, 2008 22:11:20 GMT -5
"Oh, fu*k." Mikey muttered, sitting up and grabbing his head. He had the headache from he*l, and thought that he was still in the cave. But after several seconds of looking around, he saw they were back in the clothing store they had taken refuge in. But why did his head hurt? He looked back and saw the hard marble floor, and sighed. He vaugely remembered hitting his head on the ground after walking over to Jack and collapsing.
The second thing he noticed that he was soaked through. He wondered why that was, and then saw the empty water bottle on the ground. He sighed and rememebered that he had fallen over with it when it was uncapped and nearly full.
He stood up and wrung his shirt out as best he could. He remembered the gun he had found in the cave, and looked around for it. It was nowhere to be found. "Dam*it..." He muttered, remembering how good it had felt in his hand, how safe it had made him feel. Looking down at Jack, he saw she was awake but still lying on the ground.
"You ok?" He asked her, not sure if there was a problem.
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Post by Reaper on Sept 20, 2008 22:26:12 GMT -5
Jack waved her hand in the air, before climbing to her feet. She stretched her arms before rubbing the side of her head. "No I'm fine," she said lightly. Though the truth was she was far from fine. Her hand drifted to the charm around her neck, before shaking the thought aside. She was normal . . . she was as normal as they came. "Not the way I would have preferred leaving that place, but it worked," she said as she sat down on the manikins stand. Shaking her head a bit, before looking up at Mikey with a slight nod. "Alright, now that were back here, lets try finding a way out of this place," she said as she climbed to her feet. Looking out at the mall, her mind running over the schematics of the place, but nothing seemed to make any since at the moment so going by those would probably be a waist of time. "How's your arm?" she asked looking back to him.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 21, 2008 1:34:16 GMT -5
Mikey had totally forgotten about the wound on his arm until Jack reminded him about it. Looking down at it, he saw that the wound had clotted and was no longer bleeding. When the spike that passed for the monster's tounge peirced it, it did it to the side. The tounge had missed the bones and any nerves or veins inside, only hitting the meat of the arm. The small dime sized holes were scabbed over, and Mikey felt no pain coming from it.
"Feels ok to me." He said, turning his wrist in circles. A small pop came from his wrist, and he let it hang next to him. He walked over to stand next to Jack, and looked out into the mall. The dogs were still there, lying dead, and no movement was happening. "Looks safe." Mikey said, and lifted the metal gate with ease. The whole thing was much lighter than it looked.
"Well, if this is the same as we left it, we arnt going to find an exit anywhere. Which leads me to belive that there isnt a way out. Which leads me to reason that we're fuc*ed. In turn, that leads me to want to just sit around and do nothing. But thats just me." Mikey said, and leaned against the wall. He looked at the store accross from the clothing store. A sports shop. His mind raced with a thought.
"Holy sh*t! The fire exit! It's at the back of that place right there!" He said, almost yelling from excitment. They may get out of here yet. He took off accross the hall, and grabbed the handle to the store. It was locked. "Ha! Fu*k with me, will ya?!" He said to no one in particular and grabbed the huge ring of keys from his belt. He fumbled with them, and stared. "Oh fu*k... Umm... I dont remember which one it is. I'll try em all. Should only take about 15 minutes." He said, not looking over his shoulder to see if Jack was still there or if she had walked along with him.
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