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Post by Rhinn on Oct 17, 2012 11:06:02 GMT -5
== APT 1517 ==
The wonderful thing about gas was that even if the power was out, it wasn’t. The horrible thing about gas was that it made the entire apartment complex a ticking time bomb. Still, being dead was better than be undead, so Claire took her chances that there was enough gas to boil some water. So now, she boiled enough water to burn off the impurities and she filled up her containers with the clean water. Now, she was using the rest of the water to cook up some ramen noodles. She didn’t dare open her fridge, instead, ransacking the pantry for cans and non perishable items. It wasn’t a 5 star restaurant, but it was better than digging in the trash. She was also pleasantly surprised to find a case of vitamin water still in her pantry.
Every so often, a moan or banging or gun shots would freak her out, forcing her to stop for a few minutes and listen in terror to see if it was outside her door. Within a few minutes the noodles were ready and she was sitting down to enjoy a warm meal. Wiping off a fork, she sat down on a blanket she had retrieved from the closet and thrown it over the couch. The patio door was open, letting a fair amount of cool air in from the small deck that every apartment had. She let out a sigh, wondering what had happened to most of the people she knew.
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Post by Balbasorus on Oct 17, 2012 13:23:36 GMT -5
Once Tim had caught his breath, he stood up and peeked outside through one of the windows. Most of the zombies had dispersed by now, save for a few around the vehicle he left. Fortunately for the old man, they didn’t see him run towards the building. Tim didn’t bother to lock the door shut, because of the rule “when in doubt, know your way out”. It was from a set of rules in a movie he watched a few years ago. Who would’ve thought that those rules, written for some film about a kid trying to survive a zombie apocalypse, will be a very effective survival guide for the future? Still, nobody could have predicted that the world will come to this, when the strength and resourcefulness of men would be tested against everyone’s worst nightmare.
He took a small flashlight from his bag and turned it on, lighting the rest of the hallway with a soft glow. Unfortunately it doesn’t have that much power in it, meaning Tim would have to walk slowly so as not to risk bumping into a zombie. He turned the flashlight left and right, searching the halls thoroughly for a good hiding place. The doctor saw the elevator, but he didn’t know whether the upper floors are crawling with zombies or not, and being trapped inside a small space as dozens of infected rush towards him is not a very good idea. Finally he spotted one that looks safe and well hidden; a broom closet.
Tim opened the door quietly, pointing his rifle inside just in case his supposed haven is harboring a zombie. Thankfully it was as bare as Tim’s soul in there, save for a shelf filled with old newspapers and cleaning detergents. There was also a small window on one side. The doctor led his dog inside and locked the door, spreading a sheet of newspaper on the farthest corner for his dog to do his business. Then he turned a small lamp on, opened a can of dog food, poured it on a plastic plate and gave it to his pet, which ate it immediately. He also took out a can of mushroom soup, opening it using a small pocket knife. A little too much for his taste, nothing that a bottle of water can’t fix though. And it’s better than nothing.
His meal done, Tim took out his sleeping bag and squeezed in it. David crept nearer and slept beside him. The doctor smiled a bit. It was good to know that even though the world turned to sh*t, he still has a friend beside him.
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Post by Rhinn on Oct 19, 2012 7:17:10 GMT -5
Finishing up her noodles and a bottom of vitamin water, Claire felt almost like a new person. It was time to sleep and it was getting cool, so she stood up to close the sliding door that led out onto the deck. Standing there, she looked out across the way to the building across the street. The reason she had chosen this building was that it was cheap... hence the view of another building across the street. Then she looked down over the edge and let out a wicked smile. Chunking the bowl off the ledge, she waited for it to hit off the street. It actually hit a car parked below and shattered.
Then she shut the door and locked it, returning to the couch. There, she turned off her flashlight and curled up on the couch, her 1911 tucked barrel down into the cushions. Tomorrow, she would pack up what she could and head out, but tonight, even if only for a few hours, she would enjoy what had been her home.
::EDIT:: 10/22/12
As the sun came spilling through the windows, they landed across Claire's face, bathing it in warmth and light. Her eyes fluttered open and her hand went directly to her pistol. She looked around and saw that she was alone and then rubbed her eyes. Kicking the blanket off of her, she stood up and stretched, looking outside...
and that is when she came face to face with two milky blue eyes staring back at her. Somehow, during the night, a zombie had fallen to balcony from above. Now, it was pounding with a rotting fist on the glass door, an unheard moan protruding from it's mouth.
"Time to go", she said outloud, gathering up her items. Within a few minutes, with her backpack full of noodles and vitamin water, she was heading back down the stairs. This was the part that gave her the willies, but at least now, she could see farther than she could in the dark. Still it took her about 30 minutes to get all the way down to the first floor. Several times, she nearly screamed and fired her gun, being surprised at the undead as they pounded on the door to get in the stairwell. This place was definitely a deathtrap.
At the ground floor, she stopped by the front door, looking around outside. The undead were milling around and a car was there, that hadn't been there last night.
"Damn it", she said, wondering what to do next.
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Post by Balbasorus on Oct 23, 2012 1:55:43 GMT -5
Tim squirmed around in his sleeping bag, turning his head left and right to avoid the rays of sunlight dancing on his face. The sheet of newspaper he hanged on the window must have been dropped by the breeze last night. The light was pleasant, but to the doctor it felt like his eyes are being burned right out of their socket. He woke up, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and stretched his back. Then he put on his glasses and took a few slices of stale bread from his pack, dipping them into last night's leftover soup and giving some to his dog and the rest to himself. It's the best he can do for the time being. Afterwards maybe they can loot a convenience store for more food.
David looked uneasy, sniffing the area under the door and pacing around. His hunting dog instincts are clearly kicking in, and in turn making Tim slightly nervous. His dog never does that unless there is another animal, person, or something else in the vicinity. The doctor packed his meager belongings quietly and commanded David to stay beside the bag. Tim exhaled a labored breath, unlocked the door and opened it silently to take a peek.
There was someone out there staring outside through the door. Tim guessed that this one's a female, judging by her hair. She can be one of two things: A fellow survivor responsible for firing the shot last night, or one of the walkers who found her way inside the building. This one should be an easy target. He took his hunting rifle and pulled the bolt, checking to see if it still has any bullets inside. But as he did so it made an audible clicking sound. Tim froze in horror but quickly gathered his composure and aimed at the woman, ready to pull the trigger in case this one attacks.
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Post by Rhinn on Oct 23, 2012 8:29:01 GMT -5
As the sound of a click, behind her, Claire threw herself to the ground behind a small credenza. She had her gun out and pointed at the door.
“Who’s there?” she asked in a voice that tried to come across as confident… except for the crack in it that made it go shrill. “I don’t mean any harm, I’m just looking to get out of town.”
At this point, Claire considered her options. She could try to sneak out the back or wait out the person in the closet. While part of her wanted to run and never look back, another part of her wondered if it was someone from the buildings… someone she knew. “Do you live here?”
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Post by Balbasorus on Oct 23, 2012 9:58:25 GMT -5
“Damn, never seen a zombie move that fast before,” Tim said to himself as the woman did a roll and in a second pointed a gun towards his direction. The doctor moved back quickly, falling down on his butt in the process. “Who’s there?” The woman inquired with a nervous voice. Silence followed after that, only to be punctured by a few more words from her. “I don’t mean any harm, I’m just looking to get out of town.”
Tim pushed the door slowly with the tip of his rifle, revealing the wrinkled old man behind it. He lowered the firearm and said a relieved voice, “Holy sh*t, you’re alive!” The doctor stood up, using the doorknob to help himself, and then dusted his trousers. However, the woman still has her gun trained at him, so he remained in place. “Just arrived here last night. The car broke down and I nearly got swarmed by the undead.” He cocked his head towards the direction of the door, where a vehicle sat surrounded by a few walking corpses. “Been trying to get away from the city and into a safe zone for quite some time now, but those things, they just don’t give up.”
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Post by Rhinn on Oct 23, 2012 10:28:14 GMT -5
When the elderly man came into view, Claire lowered her gun a bit, but she didn’t put it away. “You can say that again”, she said looking out the window at the undead. They were stupid creatures, but relentless… and in a group, they were deadly.
“So was that you firing off those shots last night? I heard them all the way from the 15th floor. Oh, sorry, my name is Claire. I live… used to live here.” She looked back over at the car the man had mentioned. Even though she wasn’t a real mechanic, she had worked on vehicles long enough to know that it wasn’t going to get them anywhere. They might as well just step outside and ring a cowbell as try to drive that car off.
Claire looked at him with a look of thinly veiled worry. “So now what? Where do we go?”
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Post by Balbasorus on Oct 24, 2012 4:08:25 GMT -5
He nodded his acknowledgement at Claire. “Yeah, fired two shots with the hunting rifle.. I forgot we were supposed to be quiet, though we heard a shot before ours.” The old man waved his arms at the janitor’s closet, and in a short while his dog emerged with his bag. David kept wagging his tail, excited at the appearance of a new human. The doctor took the bag and patted his dog's head at the same time. “Name’s Tim, by the way. And this is David. We’re planning to loot a store for food then go house to house until we reach a safer area.” Tim placed two bullets inside his hunting rifle. Since it takes more time to reload it than a standard firearm, he always made sure that it is fully loaded before heading out. "You say you used to live here? Know any back alleys we can use to evade those things?" Tim pointed at the walkers milling around the car. He'd rather not shoot them as much as possible,since he needs to conserve his ammunition for emergencies.
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Post by Rhinn on Oct 26, 2012 12:28:56 GMT -5
Claire looked up, like she could see through the floors, but she was actually thinking. “Tim, it is good to meet you.” Claire held out her hand for David to sniff. “Well, I haven’t heard anything else after it and it seemed to come closer to where I was on the 15th floor. Either someone is up there holed up… or they are dead. I definitely wouldn’t suggest looking through this complex though. As I came down the fire stairwell, most floors had their fire doors packed with undead. But if we head down this corridor, it would lead us to the parking garage. The gate empties out into an alley that will lead us to the next street over. While I don’t know how over run the alley or road is, there is a little convenient store just around the corner. We could get some food there before you head… where exactly are you heading?”
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Post by Balbasorus on Oct 29, 2012 11:54:12 GMT -5
"That's a pity. I'll leave them then." The words weren't said with evil enthusiasm, more like with a neutral stance. Better them than him, as he always say. And most of those people wouldn't stick out their necks for him either. David laid back his ears for a moment, but took a whiff and smelled the stretched out hand in front of him. Something must have smelled good, as shown by the increased number of sniffs he performed. That stale bread dipped in leftover soup didn't exactly hit the spot. His stomach grumbled in protest, demanding that it be satisfied with more food, like he usually does in any early bird special promos in eateries.
Meanwhile, the prospect of sneaking outside through the garage and into the alleyways started to sound pretty good. "That route sounds good. You know where the garage is, I take it?" She must know since she lives here. But other than being a capable guide, Tim is hoping that she is also quick enough to avoid any surprises hidden in there. Unlike the doctor, this one's still young, and thus able to avoid the zombies easily than he could.
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