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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 19, 2008 14:23:41 GMT -5
The Desert September 20th, 2008 5:48am
Jonas rubbed his eyes; the fatigue that he suffered from caused him to squint which he found annoying. Squinting lead to closing his eyes, which would otherwise lead to nodding off, which he had already done twice now; each time the waitress would tap him on the shoulder and he'd mumble a "Thankyou," then continue eating the meal he'd ordered. Clearly it'd gone cold now and wasn't doing much to help him wake up. Jonas also wasn't much of one for coffee, it was unavoidable at this stage though. He felt another stab at his shoulder and he lifted his head again, moaning.
Eventually the waitress gave in, most of the customers that arrived were the type to be able to hold their sleep back, but being nocturn clearly wasn't something this one was used to, "So where'ya headed, dal," her voice croaked, Jonas felt sand paper run against his ears. If anything would keep him awake, she'd do the trick; it didn't help her clown red lipstick, typical waitress uniform, greasy hair appearance, that much was for sure.
Jonas ran his hand down his face, he was in no mood for talking, "Fair bit," he started, "Just crossin' over state into the next capitol. On a damn industrial plumbing job for my contractor," his voice rumbled with the sleep that remained; he took two large gulps from his coffee mug.
"How much farthar ya gotta gow?" she then asked.
'Mmmm,' Jonas thought in agony, 'I guess I can't blame her, probably gets pretty lonely on the late shifts,' without turning his head, he looked over and down the bar. The only other customer in the diner was some Truckee; he looked pale, the type that had stories about aliens abducting him and all that garbage, "Too far," Jonas said, returning his attention to the waitress, "Only started my journy 'couple a hours ago, all that way just for a couple days work," he answered grimly.
"It's pretty easy to get used to, kinda comes naturally if y'know what I mean..." she reposnded. Jonas nodded weakly, registering the comment, then turned his attention to the TV.
<Missing Persons Unit Dispatched to...>
'God, another missing person,' Jonas' opinion of a missing person was similar to flies, too many of them. He used to keep an eye on the news, but that died when more or less everything was some sort of bad accident; he'd taught himself to look out for the important aspects regarding the undead, but it just turned into a waste of time over the years.
"Our reporter was told to turn the camera off. Information received indicates that one of the search party members have too disappeared,"
That was all Jonas needed, he was awake now; you don't exactly lose the member of a search party. The waitress was startles when he suddenly chose to sit up straight. The footage was shown of the reporter, the camera man seemed to be using a portable recorder as the image was very shakey; both the reporter and the camera man stepped under a crime scene quarantine tape. It wasn't long until they were spotted, but the last footage received was of three or so people in dark fatigues with rifles slung over their shoulders and stepping down into the valley below. Apparently the location was out in some settlement somewhere in the desert, it was pinpointed from the reporter.
Jonas raised his hand to gain initial attention, "Excuse me, do you have a road map or something of the surrounding region and the city?" he asked the waitress.
"Sure do, dal," she answered, "I'll just grab it for ya," she finished and stepped into a back room. Jonas analyzed the footage a little more as it was replayed, and then more professional footage from a spot another 6 miles out from the valley. Jonas gathered that it would have been set as the designated perimetre without it being too obvious, and if he had to put a guess on it he'd say the footage over all was a day old? SLAM. Jonas nearly flew out of his seat as the road book was dropped like dead weight onto the bench; was the waitress trying to scare him senseless? "There y'are, just leave it on the bench when yer done," Jonas nodded and gave her a smile, the first smile, as a sign of thanks.
He started to flick through the pages quickly, finding the city and then the location, quickly mapping their distance. The settlement was a good 100 miles out, about an hours drive on the main road. "Main road," Jonas mumbled to himself, the waitress staring at him in a strange matter as if to question whether he was a little cuckoo. He located the route that was closest to location which lead all the way back to the city, it was a fair distance. He simulated it; it would take a while but the vehicles would eventually be out of sight, the valley would also remove a lot of vision so essentially if any ghouls did last the attack they probably wouldn't be given a straight lead directly back to the city. Cleanup would be there for a while though, surely? They'd scour the place, 'Doesn't mean they'll get'em all though,' Jonas though. He nodded to himself, that was the right way to think. So odds were small on a ghoul escaping, smaller for one reaching the city, and even smaller that this was even an outbreak scenario.
Jonas slapped the book shut, "Thankyou very much," he said and dropped his money on the bench, an added tip in with the paper and shrapnel. It wasn't long until he was out of the door, his boots crunching on the dirt and pebbles below him; he wasn't moving fast, there was no immediate rush per se, if he was wrong about this he'd likely be out of the job so he decided to purposely make time between his set decision to give room for regret.
He opened the drivers side door of his Bronco and got in, pulling it shut and winding down the window. He picked up his mobile, a battered work phone clearly but extremely good anyways, that's all it was though, a work phone; it didn't call in to any other mobiles outside of the contractors grid. Two rings was enough, "Hello?" came his boss' voice.
"Yo, Reg," Jonas started after sticking his fingers up his nose, his voice changing severely, "The industrial job man, I can't make it...this cold or something-" he gargled, coughed and spat out of the window, "I got a sore throat last night, didn't think it was anything, but it went full scale this morning,"
"This job is important Jonas, you've already spent your sickies for the year, this'll cut out a chunk through tax," Reg said.
"Sorry man," Jonas appologized, making a disgruntled sound of being fake sick, "You guys're gonna just need to be one man down this time,"
"Alright, well get better soon, should be able to pull a worker off one of the other sites. I'll call you to let you know where your next job location is at,"
"Got it, thanks," Jonas finished and slapped the mobile shut, chucking it to the side. He pulled his fingers out of his nose and wiped them on his trousers, wrinkling his nostrils from the position they'd been put in. He cleared his throat, sore free throat, as he started the engine of his car.
Jonas looked up at the horizon, the desert, the rocky high rises. The sun would be up soon, perhaps enough for the cleanup crew anyway so they'd at least be finished by sun down. A few people might remain at the site, but Jonas wasn't entirely sure on the procedure that is undergone during an outbreak. Jonas planned to do a little more research when he got home, what settlement it was, vehicles entering the area, etc. Find out whether this would get worse or not.
Jonas put the car into gear and did a U-turn, head back towards the city.
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Post by The Pirate Girl on Sept 20, 2008 1:17:39 GMT -5
University Track September 20th, 2008 6:30am
Mirian yawned as she looked up into the sunrise, The lights on the track had just gone out moments earlier. On the track there would be no shade, nothing to protecting her from thesun that would soon climb high into the sk. This did'nt change anything, she would be there until 10, because this was what she loved, running was her way to feel equal to everyone else. With another yawn she placed her crutches down next to her and sat down on on one of the bleachers. She placed her duffle bag down in front of her and stretched out her arms before unzipping the bag.
Inside the bag were a few articles like a towel and water bottle, but most importantly it held her running leg. Mirian pulled the leg free of the bag and starte to examine it carefully in the dim light. She knew that it was in fine condition, but she knew any defect could cause issues with integrity, so checking it everytime was mandatory. Once satisified she placed it tenderly beside her, and removed her track pants to reveal a pair of shorts and one long slendor leg.
With a quiet sigh she folded the pants and put them neatly into the dufflebag. "got the track to myself this mornin" she said in an upbeat tone. Mirian always liked training alone, no one asked questions, and no one gawked. But then on the other hand no one could really acknowledge her achievments either.
A few moments pass in which Mirian removes her water bottle from her bag and places it next to her crutches. "well no time like the present" she said with a smile as she started to roll a liner over her leg. The liner itself is similar to a white sock, that keeps her leg dry and helps to prevent irritation. Once that was on she picked up her leg and unscrewed the preasure cap on the bottem of the leg socket. This allowed the air to leave it as she slid her leg inside, the once the socket was snug on her leg she screwed the cap on creating the vaccum that held the prosthetic on.
She stood slowly and took a few steps to make sure everyhting was connected properly. Once satisfied she stepped out on the track. In a few moments the grounds keeper would arive and turn on the radio over the stadium speakers. Mirian bounced a few times from her laft to her right and then started off in a run. Anyone who had ever seen her run knew she was fast, and today was no exception as she rounded the first corner. It was always something amazing for her to run, something about it just seemed to set her free.
A few laps later and the radio started up, that meant it was now 7am. Another 20 mins of running and she would move onto jump rope. "Mirian...Hey Mirian..." She stopped in mid stride to look for the person who called her. Walking onto the track now was one of her lifetime friends. He was a squirly looking guy with large glasses, and braces, but he was kind and sweet so Mirian didn't mind hanging out with him. [color=green"Hey Devon... How are you?"[/color] she anwsered back as she started to jog to his position.
It took only a few moment for her to get to him, and as she got closer she could see a look of concern on his face. "Devon? whats going on?" she asked immediatly fearing the worst. He didn't anwser right away despite the fact that they were now face to face. After a few moments he responded. "There has been a few more missing peoples reports...people from around here, some of our classmates." his voice shook as he mentioned it. All of a sudden Mirian's level of comfort was gone. She knew what this meant.
"We have to go... Dev..i want you to pack up some things and get out of the city now, go see your parents or something." Mirian spoke fast, and hid her fear very well. She started to walk away from him quickly, back towards her duffle bag. Devon looked confused for a moment and yelled after her. "Whats going on..what are you going to do...Hey why do i have to leave town?" is words fell on deaf ears however as Mirian had already reached her leg, and started to put hr pants back on. She didn't even remove her running leg as she picked up her bag and crutches and started to sprint off in the direction of her apartment. "Its only a matter of time now...gotta get ready." she whispered as she went.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 20, 2008 2:06:35 GMT -5
Secluded Forest September 20th, 2008 5:27 AM
Mikey stalked the forest, hunting his prey. His trained footsteps made no noise, both from his experience and the hunting boots he wore with soft soles. They conformed to the ground instead of making the ground conform to them. He smelled the air and looked around the forest floor. The peaking sun gave off enough light for him to see the small blood stains in several spots, as well as disturbed leaves and broken twigs. Every few feet, a pile of blood would appear in his sight, as well as what looked like a small hole. Mikey could imagine the creature gimping on its bad leg, trying to get away.
He heard a twig snap and jerked toward it with his rifle, his finger on the trigger and applying a slight ammount of pressure. A deer emerged, a female. The doe looked at him, frozen with fear. He continued his trek after the injured buck he was tracking, and the doe fled.
He found it not long after. It was worse off than when he had last seen it, trying to hobble away with three legs. He sighed and aimed down the sights of the rifle, having detached the scope earlier. A single shot echoed, and killed the animal instantly. He walked over to it and sighed. He wished he could have gotten it on the first shot. But an unsespected movement had thrown off his shot and the round hit the buck in the hip. This was not sporting, to kill a wounded animal when it was stuggling to get away.
Slinging his rifle, he went on his trek back to the ATV he had rented. He wished he had the money to buy his own, but that wouldnt happen any time soon. Easily navigating the forest on it, he went back to the deer, hauled it onto the rack, bungie corded it in place, and drove back to his truck. Sliding the large buck into the bed of his truck, he closed the tailgate and put a tarp over it. He washed the ATV, moved it to the small garage, got his security deposit back. He took the deer itself to a makeshift butchers shop/taxedermy place. He didnt want it stuffed and mounted, just the meat cut off of it. They took it, handed him a package of meat from the deer he brought had here last time, and went to the truck. Entering the cab and starting it up, he began the fairly long drive home.
As he did, he flipped through the radio stations. He stopped on a report about the missing persons cases going on around his town. He had known about them for a bit, and had began carrying his Glock around for saftey measures. He'd loved to have seen a would be kidnapper stand up to a 10mm slug. The report went onto how the people dissapered with no word heard of them again. No ransom, no demands, nothing. People just up and dissapered. Even people from the search party had gone missing, looking for them.
The report lasted for the time it took him to get home, and oddly the DJ signed off just as he turned the car off. He just wanted to go to sleep now. It was going on 19 hours that he had been awake. Many of that time was working at the store, driving, and getting ready to get ready to go out and hunt, but it was the hunting that had really taken it out of him. He must have walked for 20 miles around the forest in the six hours he was actually hunting and tracking. Lumbering up to his room, he entered it and went inside.
He went through the usual routine, starting with taking his muddy boots off. Leaving them on a mat, he entered in his socks and breathed in the warm air. It wasnt actually that warm inside, as he didnt have a heater or air conditioner, but it felt great to him. He had trained his body to the extreames, and now something like an insulated room or a cool breeze felt like the extreame comfort. He took off his lumbar pack, filled with supplies he hadnt used. Unstrapping his leg holster, he put it in a drawer next to his bed. His 10mm went in the top drawer, along with it's spare magazines. He felt no need to exercise saftey. He was the only one in the house, and Glock's were well known for their saftey. Particularly the fact that they never went off unless the trigger was pulled. His rifle went in the closet, unloaded. It was covered by shoe boxes filled with miscellaneous junk, with one full of spare ammo and clips for his rifle.
He didnt bother to undress from his hunting clothes. He kept the black shirt and camo pants, simply unclipped his belt and let the suspenders hang to his sides. Collapsing on the bed, he felt something hard under his pillow. That book he had picked up a few weeks ago. The Zombie something or other. Survival Guide, that was it. He had bought it because it sounded interesting and would kill time, and it even helped him list a few things for his hunting survival kit. He dissagreed on a few points, however.
Now that he thought back, the reports on the radio raised a few red flags in the book. A bunch of missing persons, and even the search team going to look for them was missing people. That was deffinitly not normal. His mind wandered a bit, thinking if the zombie attacks were really happening. He had to stop and smile at himself. He was thinking crazy. The missing people were probably out in the woods messing around or something, and they didnt know anything about how to get back out. And he wouldnt be surprised if half the search and rescue team wasnt in the same boat. Not everyone was meant to be an outdoorsman.
He cleared his mind of the thoughts and took a deep breath. Closing his eyes, he kept his mind blank. In minutes, he was asleep.
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Post by Escachick357 on Sept 20, 2008 4:01:16 GMT -5
The Delaney House September 20, 2008 6am
CC smeared her piece of toast with strawberry jam and sat down at the kitchen table with an open history book in front of her. The assignment for the week was to study chapter 5, which was about the Salem Witch Trials, but she figured that she needed to get a head start on the chapter. Plus, it was likely that her history teacher was going to be giving a pop quiz in the middle of the week and she needed to study.
She switched on the radio and almost instantly, the sound of heavy rock came out. She smiled and munched her breakfast to the beat of the drums. Her mind was clear and made easier for her to remember the words of the book, but it wouldn't last long.
Right in the middle of a kick-ass guitar solo, a deep, serious male voice interrupted: "We interrupt this music performance to bring you this breaking news. We have confirmed more missing people. Eighteen year old Dean Aimes and sixteen year old Olivia Jones went missing two days ago. Mr. Aimes was last seen at a football game and his car abandoned along the country side. Ms. Jones was last seen leaving for a party at a friend's home. If anyone has any more information on the information of these two missing people, call your local police station."
CC sighed and turned off the radio. "A football player and a goth are gone. Missing people, sounds like one of the signs of a zombie attack...nah, it wouldn't happen here." she thought out loud. She shook off her thoughts and went back to her book only to be interrupted by the phone ringing.
She looked at the caller ID and saw the name "Lucas Marxus" in it before she picked up the phone. "Good morning, LJ." CC said calmly into the phone.
"I just wanted to see that you were home instead of missing." the voice of her brother said.
"You saw me last night and even walked me into the house. Where else would I go after 10pm on a school night?" CC asked, "Besides, wouldn't it be easier just to walk across the street to see if I was home and that I was okay? Uncle John gets annoyed when the phone rings at 6am."
"Speaking of Uncle John, I think it's time that you move in with me. I'd see you every day and Dani and the kids love you."
"I do see you every day. I meet up with the rest of the gang when I finish up with school and since Uncle John works most nights I eat dinner at your house. I'd be gone in two years when I go to college anyway, so I think I'll stay here."
"Oh, come on CC. Please."
"LJ, if you want me to babysit tonight, you can just ask. I don't m-" She was interrupted by an angry voice from behind her, "Candace, get off the phone! You know I hate that thing going off this early."
CC finished her conversation into the phone, "I have to go. Uncle John is going off about the phone. I'll see you after school." The girl hung up the phone and continued with her reading.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 20, 2008 7:37:20 GMT -5
Jonas' hands had continuously gripped and regripped the steering wheel the entire trip back to the city, it was one of the body ticks he suffered from when he was nervous. He'd put his leather gloves on earlier making the ripping sound between them and the hard rubber that much louder.
He knew it was pointless, but it only seemed reasonable to keep an eye on the scenery being in so much clearing; with the rising sun though Jonas assumed that the inbound heat would turn the horizon into wobbly water. As usual he was the only driver on the road, one of the things he loved about the desert, he could think without the intrusion of sound except for the Bronco's engine, 'Actually that's a bad idea...' he then decided, switching on the radio to his favorite music station, 'Thinking will just annoy me that much more,' the, what he considered, impending suspense was beginning to kill him.
Slowly the outskirts of the city began to show on the x-axis, it made him feel a little more calm. He then received a stupid vision of him entering the town full of the undead, shaking his head; Jonas took a swig from his bottle of water dropping it aimlessly back into its holder, the idea would be one hell of a worst case scenario. It was impossible though, just his fear, the fear that probably resided in every human being.
As Jonas started to enter the more built up areas he stopped at a gas station, filling the Bronco; would possibly be the last time too. He went over the distance again, he was about half a mile from the area that would first be hit; after that it would most likely head straight to down town and then sling shot its way all over the place. The thought was mortifying, Jonas wanted to be right just so he didn't receive the D*ckhead of the Year award, but he also wanted to be wrong for the sake of the city and everybody else living in it.
He took another swig, screwing up the process of swallowing and breathing, and choked on the cool water that was more than willing to travel down his throat. Jonas coughed and dropped concentration, swearving slightly to the right on the road; he was bombarded with horns and curse words after correcting his mistake.
'This is ridiculous,' Jonas thought, 'Just get yourself home,' mentally slapping himself.
He drove into the carpark of his apartment complex, turning sharply into a space and turning the Bronco off almost instantly. He looked over the back seat, doing a quick checklist which he'd done plenty of times before, checking to find out which items he needed to grab first before exiting and locking the car, walking towards his apartment a little faster than he usually did. Anyone who knew psychology would know that he was in a hurry to get away from something that he feared, moreover if they bumped into him on a regular basis noting that this wasn't his normal behavior. Jonas slowed at the though, first thing he wanted to do was get to his apartment without being stopped, last thing he wanted to do was make people think he was crazy.
Jonas took to the stairs, elevator was on one of the higher floors and would take time to reach ground. His key was already out and in the door lock before he could even think of the action, already he was in his room gathering all of the items he needed and slamming them carelessly into a bag, zipping it, shouldering it. He grabbed another bag from under his bed, unzipping to check and make sure both his rifle and appropriate accessories where in there, then pulled a shoe box and took out its contents. He strapped the hoslter around his waist, placing the Glock in its respectable position at his back and waist line, then threw the rest of the ammunition into the same bag as his rifle.
Jonas rechecked the aparetment before bailing, he didn't move much farther after he'd exited, only stepping across the hall, "Mikey," he said while knocking on the neighboring door harshly 3 times, seconds later knocking another 3 times and speaking louder, "Hey, Mikey!"
Jonas looked up and down both ends of the hallway, probably not realizing how anxious he looked.
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Post by The Pirate Girl on Sept 20, 2008 10:02:52 GMT -5
Mirian ran up the street to her apartment, her running leg making a wooshing noise as it cut the air. She wasn't really supposed to use it on normal sidewalks, but she needed to get home fast, just to be safe. Around her the few people who were out this early only cast odd glances in her direction, most were off on their ways to work and had no time to care about her. Everytime she passed someone Mirian thought about telling people to run, but never did. 1 people wouldn't believe her, and 2 if anyone did belieev her it might create panic.
A few blocks later and Mirian was at her apartment building. She slung the bag oer her shoulder and shifted her crutches to her left hand while her right grabbed her keys. Once in hand she opeend the door to the building and walked in. The main floor of her apartment was nothing more than a long hallway with several doors, and a stairwell at the other end. Her apartment wa on the third floor, which at the time seemed ok, but has proved to be an obstacle in the past.
Mirian climbed the stairs to her floor and stopped when she saw Jonas. He was her neighbor from accross the hall, but what was strange was he wasn't at his door. "Mickey" she heard him call out while he knocked on the door. She started walking again, puting on a fake smile and hiding her concern. "Hey Jonas... How are you this morning?" She asked in a casual way. Her keys were still in hand, and once at her door she hastily shoved them into the lock and tured the key. Her door swung open easily and she placed her bag and crutches just inside the door, before turning to wait for Jonas to reply.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 20, 2008 12:15:07 GMT -5
Jonas pulled his hand back, about to slam it hard against Mikey's door just to rouse him; he felt the speed reduce considerably when he realized how inappropriate it was. Although before his fist could think of connecting with the wood he heard footsteps to his left followed by, "Hey Jonas... How are you this morning?" he wasn't paying attention on what his facial expression would appear, and realized that he probably looked a little crazy when he turned his head in partial alarm.
He blinked twice before answering, "Tired and in a bit of a hurry," Jonas answered in a slightly inhuman tone. He calmed himself down, relaxing his right arm, realizing he hadn't even registered who had spoken to him properly. Jonas took a deep breath, "Sorry," he appologized, feeling obligated on the matter seeing as if he'd been offended by his own words then anyone could have.
The red hair was the first element to be taken onboard, immediately Jonas knew it was Mirian and smiled, was he in that much of a rush? 'The best time is immediately...that doesn't turn you into an a**hole though,' he thought, then gathered himself, "I'm really tired, been awake since 2am this morning," Jonas noted that Mirian looked like she'd ran a mile, he knew that the stairs would be nothing to her, although she would have most likely gone on an excersize or something; looking down briefly revealed that she had her running leg on, had she raced back from her location?
Jonas looked back at Mikey's door, staring it up and down, It had been a Friday evening last night so it was predictable that a lot of people would be wasted off their faces, unless they had that planned for a Saturday night, 'Whatever,' he though, 'Start elsewhere for the time being,' Jonas' view turned back to Mirian, "How about you? How're you doing today?" he asked, shifting his weight to one leg on a lean. He had to think of a way to come out with the impending problem without sounding stupid, "Ahh, heard about those missing person reports recently?" that was a good start, see if she had any concern in the matter first.
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Post by Kan on Sept 20, 2008 15:53:10 GMT -5
Airsoft Field (Close-Quarters Arena) September 20th 7:13 am
I dive underneath a overturned table for cover, shouting as I reload my Systema PTW M4 Training Rifle with a high cap magazine.
"Who the hell brings a godd*mn Minigun to a CQB?!" I shout over the spinning of the weapon sending hundreds of bbs at me. The table I am behind splinters from the onslaught and I run out of cover.
Thank god I decided to bring this weapon this time, my MP5 would have been ripped to shreds by now, I gather up with my team mates behind a pillar, "Alright, we'll flank him, I'll head right, you two head left and distract him and his guards, come on guys, this is our last match before we get to go up against the pros, ready, ...........and go!" I shout, the two others heading to the other hallway.
I reload my under barrel grenade launcher, I spent my second to last grenade on the minigunner, I make sure to handle the weapon correctly as I pass by the corner, dropping to my knees.
I eye through my red dot scope, watching the gunner let loose at the others, suddenly his weapon stops, a jam or a reload, I didn't care.
I line up my shot and dash at the guy, pulling the grenade launcher trigger, releasing a couple hundred bbs at the guy, the affect of a shotgun essentially. The guy goes down, and stays down, there was no respawns this game today. I switch my hands t the main position and creep up behind on of the others who was firing at my teammates and tap his shoulder, a knife kill.
"Tag, you lose" I say to him, "Damn it, I though we had you guys this time" the guy says, who was in reality a friend of mine, "Maybe next time" I say to him as the match end bell rings, "Well, looks like it's over, I gotta head home, get some rest buddy" I say before leaving with my team, making sure to put up my equipment before getting into my Plymouth Duster and driving home.
I tune the radio into the news station, there has been some missing people of late, but that wasn't on my mind, I was actually listening for the weather, my team has a training session later today and I want to know what to wear for it. My mind begins to drift off as they started the reports, god, it like something out of that stupid book. I had gotten this poke fun at book, a so called 'Zombie survival guide' yeh, like I would ever need that.
I pull into my driveway, and get out of the car, taking my equipment with me.
8:15 am
I crack my neck as I step out of the shower, "Ahh, well, off to work" I mutter to myself, I gotta head to my bagger job, should be off within a few hours, I was getting close to overtime fast this week, people were calling in sick alot.
I get my clothes on, khaki cargo pants, a grey undershirt and my work shirt. I take care to lock up the house, my parents were gone for the week, before getting in the car and driving off.
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Post by Escachick357 on Sept 20, 2008 23:45:25 GMT -5
7:30am
CC packed up all of her books and left towards her car in the driveway. It was brand new and a gift from both her uncle and her brother not only for her sixteenth birthday, which was only two weeks ago, but also for her near-perfect attendance, perfect grades and the fact that she had just gotten her license.
The red Dodge Neon drove down the street. CC turned on the radio, hoping to hear music but instead was stuck listening to news reports about missing people. It was freaky how suddenly a handful of people of different ages went missing, but what scared her even more was the fact that the streets were more empty than they usually were.
She made it to her high school twenty minutes later and those that came to school were rather distant. The first period class was even more uncomfortable. Every few seconds, the teacher would pause and look around the room, as if to silently count the number of students that were inside. When the teacher paused, the students looked around.
It was ridiculous. Thirty minutes into the period, nothing was taught. One extremely popular boy and a loser girl went missing and almost everybody was traumatized. CC took out a piece of notebook paper and a pencil. She started to write a list of what happened that could lead to a zombie attack. A check-mark was made next to "Missing person".
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Post by Mikey on Sept 21, 2008 1:10:35 GMT -5
(With Major out of the picture, it looks like its just me and you for a tad, Mirian. He has also told us to pretty much pretend he isnt there.)
Mikey shot his eyes open when he heard the second series of pounds on his door. The first having taken him out of his deep sleep, the second were enough to wake him completely. Out of reflex, he reached for his nightstand drawer. Thinking about it a bit, he let the handle go and stood up, buckled his belt, walking to the door. His mind wandered to the things he had been hearing over the last few days, and he walked back to the nightstand. Taking his Glock out, he instinctively ejected the magazine to see if it was loaded. He saw it was and put the mag back, cocking the weapon, switching on the saftey, and putting it in the back of his waistband.
He walked through the apartment carefully, checking to make sure all the doors were closed as he had left them, and walked to the front door. His hand was on his pistol as he checked the peep hole, and sighed. What the fu*k was Jonas doing here? Taking a look at the clock in the living room, he realized that he had only been home for a few hours, and that he had only been asleep for about two. He let the grip on his handgun go as he opened the several locks that held the door closed.
Mikey opened the door and stood in the doorway, looking out into the hall. He saw Mirian standing there. She lived accross the hall, and he often saw her going off to school when he was getting off of work or back from hunting trips. She woke up way to early. He looked at her and spoke in the most polite voice he could muster at this hour, which pretty much ammounted to not snapping at her.
"Ya, whats up?" He asked, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index finger.
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Post by The Pirate Girl on Sept 21, 2008 2:00:55 GMT -5
Mirian almost fell back at Jonas's harsh tone. It had caught her completly off guard, after all he had always been so nice to her. Of course now wasn't the time for her to back down from something like this, but before she could respond he had already apologised. She sighed quietly and smiled gently at him "Thats early...Im sorry to hear that" Mirian continued to smile as she started to lean against her door frame. "I'm doing... well im ok i guess." It was then that she realised she still had her leg on. If anything was going to happen she would need a new liner. Without a sound Mirian bent over, still leaning against the wall, and released the preasure cap on her leg. Instantly it came lose, and she removed it, and removed the liner that was on.
Jonas had asked about the missing people, and from what she had heard there were already so many reports of missing people and now some from her class. "I don't know, i mean i've heard them...and some people from my classes are missing...I have a thought but it sounds crazy...zombie crazy" Mirian smiled after she said that and half heartedly chuckled. For a moment she stood in an almost awkward silence. "See crazy..." With that she hopped on the spot turning to face her open door, and laid the flase leg inside gently before tossing the liner inside the apartment and turning around again to face Jonas. "What do you think of all this?"
In the back of Mirians mind questions now burned. If zack was coming then there was not alot of time to hang around. Where would she go, what would she do, Who would she go with? Given her physical limitations, and her own lack of vehicle she was easily done for no matter how far she got. It was one of those sad facts she had come to realise. Maybe Jonas would go with her, if he understood what was going on anyways. What about Mikey? he lived accross the way too. He hunted all the time, probably an amazing shot, that could help so much. Both men had vehicles, and both were quite fit. Mirian smiled again before looking away from Jonas. How exactly does one ask for help given this situation?
Mirian froze as a nearby door opened. Mikey now stood in the open door frame, looking as though he had just woken up. "Ya whats up?" he had asked. Mirian still stood frozen, she had not actually had anything to ask him yet, so she waited for Jonas to speak. A few moments of awkward silence and she decided that perhaps she should say something... "Sorry to bother you Mikey....how are you today?" She knew it sounded corny, but it was the only thing she could think of.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 27, 2008 6:51:54 GMT -5
Mikey looked at Mirian and raised his eyebrows. Was this really what she had come to his door, woke him up, and generally pi*sed him off about?
"Well, I'm tired. And a bit peeved that I was woken barely two hours after going to sleep. May I ask why exactly you are here? Or is it just to enjoy my sunny disposition?" He asked, his tone of voice losing its fake politeness. He was by far not a morning person.
After hearing what he had said and how he said it, he felt bad. She was one of the few people he almost considered a friend. One of the few people who even asked how he was doing or what he was up to when he saw her. Sighing a bit, he stepped to the side.
"Would you like to come in?" He asked out of the blue. She looked anxious about something. Like she was jumpy about something. He figured she would feel better in a secure place, and he went to great lengths to ensure his home was safe. From the reinforced door and locks to the windows that were stormproofed with locks, he ensured that the apartment was secure from any unwanteds.
Not waiting for her response, he simply walked inside and left the door for her. A small test, so to speak. He wanted to see is she closed the door, and if so how many of the seven locks she locked, or is she put any of the chains on. Making his way to the fridge, he opened it and took out a pizza box with a six pack of beer on top of it. Mikey was a regular drinker, although it only amounted to a few cans a day. He took out a slice of pizza and took a bite just before he snapped open a beer and took a swig.
"Help yourself." He said, sitting at the table and leaning on it. "So, what exactly is the problem? Right about now, youd be at school, wouldnt you?" He asked, fairly certain she wasnt the type to skip school.
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Post by The Pirate Girl on Sept 27, 2008 18:16:09 GMT -5
Mirian did feel bad that she had woken him up so early, she rarely if ever saw him out this early. Especially now that he seemed upset at the early hour. Mirian stood in silence for a moment with her eyes averted away from him. "Im sorry Mikey... Im just kinda worried about things" Mirian sighed again, she could see how this might look bad, and how she probably looked crazy.
Mirian looked up as Mikey invited her in. She knew right away that his place was incredibly secure, she had wtached him install so many locks and bolts on the door. She smiled weekly and hoped in after him. Mikey had left the door oen, and given the circumstances she shut the door tightly and stood for a moment before bolting 2 of the locks.
She followed him into the kitchen where he grabbed a beer and some pizza. He had offered her some and Mirian smiled. "thank you" she said as she grabbed one of the beers. It opened with a snap and she hopped over to the the table and sat accross from Mikey. "I should be at school...but i think there is somethin bad goin on... Alot of my classmates have kinda vanished..." She sat now in silence waiting for him to say something. She suspected he had heard about the recent disappearances going on in the area. As far as she was concerned there was only one reason for it.
Mirians mind now wandered to what supplies she would need to grab, where she would go, and how to get there. She knew Mikey had a truck, and if he felt the need to leave then that would help with the getting there part. And she remembered from the guide that the country was the best place. As for gear well she had a small listfigured out. "Ever read the Zombie Surival Guide?" She asked finaly.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 27, 2008 18:51:52 GMT -5
Mikey raised his eyebrows when she mentioned the book. She couldnt be serious. Although, the book had said something about missing persons cases and such. Maybe... No. He was thinking crazy, but there was merit for her to be afraid. All the missing persons around, it seemed to be someone snatching people rather than people getting lost. At least to him.
"Ok, I understand how frightening all of this is. Personally, since it started up I havent left this place without my gun. But its just people getting lost, or at the worst a group of really fu*ked up people snatching other people. But I highly doubt that dead people are reanimating and developing a taste for human flesh."
He took another bite of pizza and washed it down with a swig of beer. He had to admit, his mind had wandered to the whole zombie ordeal, but after he felt like he should be in a mental hospital. There was no such thing as zombies, and definitly no such thing as a Soloman or Salmonella virus or whatever it had been called in the book. He sat back and listened to her, to get her side of the story. Maybe he would belive her, because he had to admit the people missing wernt normal. Or maybe he'd toss her in the truck and take her to a phyciatric health facility to get a CAT scan.
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Post by The Pirate Girl on Sept 29, 2008 17:28:41 GMT -5
Mirian took a small drink of her beer and placed it down on the table. She kept her eyes lowered and stared at the can. From how it looked MIkey did'nt overly care for the belief of zombies. But he did say that in recent times he didn't leave without a gun. No one keeps a gun handy al the time without some warrant for it. SHe sat for a moment as if choosing her words, while Mikey took another bite of pizza and another drink of beer. She knew if she came out and announced a zombie appocalypse that she would be thrown in a psych ward, and in truth there was no immediate proof of an outbreak. "What if... What if its not kidnappings... i mean there are just so many missing people."
She quieted down again and picked up the beer with both hands. She was smaller than most people and was unable to wrap one hand fully around the can. Her eyes now lifted her eyes to look at Mikey again. She knew full well how it sounded, and to anyone who hadnt read or believed the book it would sound even worse. Mirian sighed quietly and took another drink from her beer. She had never been one to drink beer very often, alchohol never tasted right to her. "I mean i know how this sounds Mikey...but i have a bad feelin bout this"
She put the beer down and and crossed her right leg over what she had of her left leg. Mirian's mind now drifted to the running leg now sitting in her aprtment. She would need that one if anything did happen, it was the only one that gave her true freedom of movement.
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