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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 18, 2008 7:25:46 GMT -5
The most hostile location in the entire city, if you’re on them then the best idea is to get off as soon as possible. Car crashes are common along with the horde of zombies here and there; let’s not forget the explosions and uncontrollable fires that litter the place too. But unless you plan on bunking up inside your castle, then the only way to escape Raccoon is via the streets.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 3, 2009 15:38:27 GMT -5
Desparate Chase Scene Theme: Link[/b][/center] It had only taken 15 minutes for their existence to be compromised, Aya had hoped that they'd last longer than that but little goes unnoticed in the Raccoon Necropolis even at night time. As the two trams ploughed through cars and road blocks, plus the constant screech of the rails and shudder of the cabin and car it would have been difficult not to notice really. Still, Aya seethed at their bad luck. Ahead of them zombies had begun to shuffle out onto the main road, lots of zombies, and the cut absence of a shriek meant there was more to be worries about too. Aya picked up her SIG 556 and charged it, this was war and their survival was essential. Already the two trams had split about five or so minutes back, but Aya was sure that Claypoole was in just as much of the thick as they were; if not more. Aya had signalled for Emily to remain in radio contact with Claypoole while they were moving, reporting their situation between them and the other tram and gathering information from Claypoole about their situation aswell. If something went wrong then the breaks would spit so many sparks that the night would turn to day, unless they were amongs a sea of zombies though, but Aya was pepared to get help her other team mates if the thick got bad; vice versa. Aya began moving down the rows of seats and pointed for Emily and Tyson to turn the benches sideways and cover all the entrances onto the tram and bunker down. They'd only shoot the zombies that grabbed onto the tram, the rest would either be crushed by the tram or left behind; nuff said. It was to conserve ammo, conserve it for the other hostiles that wouldn't be that much further down the line. A zombie got snagged on one of the entrances hand rails, Aya snap shotted it in the head causing it to fall limp; she was forced to sever its arm from the rest of its body with her knife so it would break loose from the tram; with the lack of force against the arm it too fell free from the rail. Now and again Aya would have to move to the cabin because some ghould felt obligated to resist against being crushed and held onto the front of the tram while the lower half of its body went under the wheels and was left behind. She kept her distance and slapped it in face with a hollow point, like that it let go and dropped to the ground. There was a crumbling sound to the left of the tram, Aya couldn't tell what on earth it was seeing as such a sound would be foreign under any circumstance where they were and thus searching for the location of the sound took priority. A creature clawed its way along the walls of the left hand side of the street, jumping only to gap windows and doors, its claws dug into the brick and concrete to get a grip and propell itself forwards. More of the 'Lickers' joined it. Under the shock Aya opened her mouth to shout her alarm, a childish gasp being the only audible sound; in retort to the annoyance she smacked her hand against the metal wall of the cabin to get Emily and Tysons attention before pointing to the highest threat in the vacinity. It was kind of stupid though, no doubt both of them had already registered the problem that was on their hands. No time to care; Aya began concentrating her fire on the Lickers rather than the zombies, leaving them until the very last moment. They could wait, but if even one of the Lickers made it onto the tram then they were in deep sh*t.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 4, 2009 1:34:40 GMT -5
(I'm very sorry about not posting guys. They decided to put me on morning shifts, along with making me work double shifts a few days. But, I'm getting the hour cut thats been hitting everyone and ending up with about four days off a week. So...ya. Again, sorry.)
As soon as he knew where his new position was back at the station, he had been going up and down the train looking for weak spots. It may have been a tram in reality, but he was from Brooklyn. It was a subway train to him, no matter how different it was to the real thing. Something that had played a large part in his past life. Everything from jumping the turnstyle to get to school on time to mugging someone in broad daylight and never geting caught.
"Good times..." He muttered subconciously. From what he could see, the train was in good condition. No tears in the walls, no broken windows, no hole in the roof. Nothing that would immediately give the enemy a way in for a free snack. When the order was given to move the benches around for cover, he obliged with a sharp kick to the corner of each to line them up against the walls.
The monsters started to come after them, and Tyson took aim. When he saw how close it was, he slung his rifle over his back and drew his sidearm. The much shorter Desert Eagle, even as big as it was compared to others of the same model, was a more suiting fit to this situation. If his Masterkey held more than three rounds, he would have made good use of it, but it didnt.
Taking pot shots at any zombie who held onto the sides for the ride, he found his 15 round magazine going dry before a minute had passed. Fishing another box from his buttpack, he jammed it into the open well after taking the empty one and putting it into a front pocket. The magazines for his sidearm were customized beyond anything from a factory. Many man hours and welding had gone into making the 15 round .44 magazines, and he wasnt about to leave one behind if he didnt have to.
A few more minutes later, as well as two more mag's, he heard Aya thump on the wall of the train and point. He didnt see what she was pointing at, but continued to look. Raising his mask to sit on his head, he squinted past the darkness and the gore and the groping hands to see the threat. Several skinless figures moving along the wall of the building beside them.
Jamming the ten inch barrel of the Desert Eagle into its holster, he grabbed his AR 15 and aimed.
"I got em!" He yelled out. He hoped the others would take it as them needing to concentrate on the zombies, as a few lickers wouldnt be a problem. He'd killed more of them than he could count on all digits of his hands and feet, many of those in groups. A few more were nothing.
Aiming at them and leading it in his scope for a few inches, he let loose a burst of about 10 rounds. The thing let out a scream as it moved, but it was still moving along the wall. Another burst put it down, in more ways than one as it toppled to the ground below. Taking a moment to flip his mask back down over his face, he pressed the scope against the eye of the mask for a better aim, and led the second target for yet another kill.
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Post by thegunny on Jan 4, 2009 5:07:09 GMT -5
CIRCLE IT UP!
Claypoole was slamming all of his weight against the benches, knocking them clean offa their supports in order to get a hold of them and start making an oval of benches as barricades. The d**n things might budged here and there but they weren't flying, but they gladly hadn't gone up a hill yet.
I want a wall set up f**king yesterday Dragons!
At the same time, he was apparently taking the time to shoot when needed, but ignoring largely anything that was impossible to be a threat. Normally when the tram got slowed down that was when things got dicey. D**n traffic jams. He imagined they would do the same by following his example. The screeches not coming from the tram around him made him think it was even more needed to have something to do a sand bag wall's job. A car ahead loomed, and threatened to slow the tram down and make them vulnerable to the source of the 3rd party screeches; d**n lickers!
Look alive! Lickers! When the barricades up, get in f**king cover!
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Post by Nanaya on Jan 4, 2009 14:20:03 GMT -5
Fragments of skull and blood were a mess and filling up the air fast. So was the dreaded smell of the undead as they tram car began to plow through groups of them. A couple of them managed to grab onto the car and began trying to make their way in, but they easily fell from well-placed, single headshot rounds with his submachine gun. Kyle kept shooting them off, while hustling back and forth to knock the benches over and use them to barricade the windows—the same thing that Claypoole was doing.
Then a heavy, irritant screech sounded out—and it didn't come from the tram cars . . . .
F**k, those things—
Kyle didn't have time to finish his thought, as reflex set in once he spotted one clinging to the ceiling just 10'o clock from where he faced. He brought up his MP7A1 up fast, but the thing still had enough time to "look" at him with its eyeless, brainy head before letting out a squeal of pain once his SMG fired a dozen rounds or so into its body. Its claws unhooked itself from the tram and it fell to the streets, with a barely audible thunk—since the zombies were drowning out the noise with their moans—but more of the creatures began to fill the with their dreaded war-cries.
Kyle resumed to quickly help Claypoole put up another barricade before turning his attention to the zombies and no-eyes. They were called lickers, of course, but again, Kyle gave the monsters he sees with his own names.
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Post by Lance Bishop on Jan 4, 2009 14:30:44 GMT -5
Bishop kicked over one of the benches and slid it in to position next to a few of the others. They were barricading themselves in to the tram to keep the hungry undead out. Lance swore he heard someone yell 'Lickers' and surely enough his suspicions were confirmed. The sharpshooter glanced up from his busy work of establishing a defensive perimeter to see a silhouette leap across two buildings. That could only mean one thing.
"Licker, high noon!" Lance called out. He figured most of the others knew the lingo, but it didn't take much figuring out to get. The licker was in a higher position than them and was soon going to be on their twelve o'clock, hence high noon. A few zombies had managed to get close to the tram, their rotting fists clenching on to the sides. Bishop dropped to a knee and removed his M21 from its resting place on his back. He balanced the weapon on one of the barricades, using it as a makeshift sniper perch. "I've gotta get a new gun.." He thought, the weapon was to much of a hassle in this close situations. If Lance survived this mess, which he fully intended to, then he would have to invest in a something smaller and quick, MP5 or M4 maybe..
The sniper placed his cheek on the pad screwed in to the butt stock. He gave about three and a half inches of eye relief from the scope and skipped the calculations part, the targets were only yards away. His crosshairs fell over the chest of one of the flesh eaters, dried blood stained the former man's shirt. He raised the center dot on the crosshairs until it fell over the zombie's head. Normally he wouldn't go for a head shot, but at this close distance he could easily score a confirmed kill.
Bishop steadied the rifle and used his bare index finger to squeeze the trigger back; applying the three pounds of direct pressure to get the firing mechanisms turning. 'Crack!' The rifle echoed over the moans and shrieks. Bishop switched targets immediately following his shot, not checking if he had scored a confirmed kill. Though dried blood splatter on the tram hinted it. This time his firing process sped up, more quick and less calculated shots. Within seconds he had expended ten 7.62 rounds, the high grain of ammunition tearing through the brittle flesh of the undead.
"Someone got a visual on those Lickers?!" Bishop called over the chaos. He shouldered the rifle and helped push a few more objects in to the barricade, hoping to strengthen it. While doing so the man made a visual count of how many rounds he had left in his current box magazine.. "Ten spent leaves eleven.." He thought. The barricade looked good enough, now they had to concentrate on keeping their transportation device cleansed of any undead. The mercenary unshouldered his M21 and backed in to the circle. Lance dropped to his knee and retrieved the weapon from his shoulder. He propped the furniture of the rifle on a bench to use it as his perch. Any stiffs that got to close would soon meet their second death, judgment of a 7.62 NATO round.
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Post by SirSmokesAlot on Jan 5, 2009 14:39:48 GMT -5
Mike walked onto the streets and looked for a place to go to, he had looked at the ammo in his gun and recocked the weapon, he didnt have much ammo left he needed to get a weapon but he doesnt know where to find one, he remembered a store where they sold weapons and ammunition, he needed to locate that store, but then he thought to himself.. what if people already took all of the ammunition from there and there wasnt a point in going all the way there, he made his mind up he headed directly towards the airport hopefully to find someone.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 6, 2009 11:06:05 GMT -5
The feeling was dark, of loss, agony, helplessness. Aya's heart grew dark when she felt the sickening feeling that she was ended. A Lickers tounge impaled through her back and pertruded out of her chest, she was taken aback by the sudden pain that seared through her torso. Before she knew it the same tongue came up and wrapped around her neck, strangling her. Her 556 dropped to the ground as she pulled at the bile covered tongue struggling to breathe. A moment later Aya felt the floor beneath her disappear as the Licker lifted her off the ground and into the air through a tramside window which its tongue had smashes through; Aya was pulled through the window receiving vicious gashes on her arms and legs as she passed through. As a last ditch effort she put her feet out to hold onto the still fast moving tram but was forced to let go when several zombies attempted to grab at her, she flew through the air as the Lickers tongue retracted.
Aya tried to look in the direction of the Licker; her head collided with concrete as she smacked into the top of the building the Licker was on, she struggled to hold onto consciousness from the collision. She came to a stop on the rooftop, rolling to the side to avoid the Lickers attack that came soon after. Pulling on the tongue wrapped around her neck did nothing, she was unable to scream due to her lost voice, fear was an understatement. Aya held onto the piercing tongue at her chest as if to take away to pain, gasping in agony. She felt she was going insane and began to thrash around on the ground, her will to live wasn't going to give in easily. Several swipes set in from the Licker as she flailed herself about the place, but other than that Aya was giving it too hard a time for anything else.
Slowly but surely Aya made it to the edge of the building, she tried to roll off it but the Licker wanted otherwise digging its claws into the concrete. A tug-of-war took place as Aya rolled back slightly and then placed all her strength and momentum in pulling the Licker off of its setting. There was a crushing and tearing sound as its claws were pulled free from the roof and Aya was allowed to roll off the edge. Her hands grabbed hold of its tongue and she swung it while falling causing the Licker to crash into the side of the building during their decent. The two crash landed, Aya feeling sick from pain and loss of oxygen; she saw three of everything as she stood up to a crouch, it was as much as she could stand, and tried to move in the direction of the tram. A pull at her back saw her fall to the ground again but determination was all she needed at this instant as she stood up once more and continued the frantic tug of war.
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Post by Metal Head on Jan 7, 2009 17:37:43 GMT -5
Slamming my shoulder in the nearest bench, I held off my own sector of the second tram, covering mainly the back as I blocked off both doors quickly and efficiently with the benches. Shells sporadically burst from my M4’s ejector, as I took aim at the few determined zombies that clutched the tram. Although I was firing in Semi-Auto, I still went through the first magazine quickly, and placed it into a pouch on my vest before peeling a new one out of a second pouch, and slamming it into the port.
The sound of shattering glass alerted me to the first tram, and I spotted a long, shiny tongue that stretched from the top of a nearby building, and wrapped around our team leader, Aya. The shattering had come from the glass window she’d been pulled through, but before I could turn my rifle to take aim at the tongue, she was sucked up into the darkness, and I carefully watched the rooftop’s edge.
“Aya’s been grabbed by a Licker, someone get my sector,” I said into the comm. And flicked on the NV. Taking a knee, and training my rifle at the rooftop, I carefully watched as I saw bits and pieces of Aya as she viciously fought the licker. Suddenly, I saw the licker swing over the edge as she rolled off with it. When she finally hit the ground, and began to crouch towards the still moving trams, she was suddenly jerked backwards. Through the Iron Sights, I spotted the licker, viciously pulling for its meal, as it clutched madly to the ground it had landed on.
Two well aimed shots landed flush into his brainy forehead, and the vicious creature temporarily stopped its powerful pull, and Aya flopped forward onto the ground. With an almost clean shot of the tongue, I fired off a quick burst of three rounds at it, one of which cut the side and weakened its overall strength. One mighty pull by Aya, and she’d be free.
However, there were other concerns, most notably the horde of zombies that had watched the fight from afar. Now they too wanted a piece of the female war fighter. Taking aim at the zombie who was closest to Aya, I dropped him with a shot to the head and swiftly mowed through the rest of the zombies until my magazine ran dry.
“Aya! Move now!” My voice was rough, and almost inaudible over the sound of gunfire. But thanks to the comm, I knew Aya heard me.
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Post by thegunny on Jan 7, 2009 22:56:13 GMT -5
Claypoole growled
Negative. Bishop! You f**k up the lickers, we'll sweep the zeds off. Kyle! Right side, right side! Call out lickers if ya see em!
Claypoole stormed around behind the barricade, his PPSH-41 blazing as he swept the left flank of any zombies trying to climb up. He left the right side to Kyle, who hopefully with his MP7 could sweep off zombies on that side. The zombies were thankfully slow and easy to take out, so they weren't too hard to deal with as they tried to climb on. The tram screeched and slowed down as it ran headlong into a corvette, slowly and painfully continuing on and starting to move it out of the way. Just as this happened, the sound of weight hitting the top of the tram comes to the ears of all three of them....
Licker! on the top!
And then another light thud...
TWO LICKERS! ---------------------------------------- Emily gasped as she saw Ludolf hurl himself out of the tram running after Aya, realizing that they were both vulnerable and could possibly be left beyond. She also realized, unfortunately and regrettable... her skills were now going to be required. Her medical skills. Something she never liked to use although she prided herself on. Quietly she croaked into her headset
stop the tram.
She quickly repeated herself and elaborated, saying more powerfully
Stop the tram, we're going to leave them behind! Uh... Tyson! Cover me!
She knew that now, Tyson was the only one guarding the tram as she clambered past the barricades to get to the front of the tram and start to play with the controls to get it to stop. Her PLR-16 hanged at her side, and her Kimber target II remained holstered. She was mildly panicked as she fumbled with the controls clumsily, hoping that she didn't get hit from behind either, or that they hadn't left the other two too far behind... and that there wasn't too much injury after all of this. All of the medical equipment she was carrying suddenly got very heavy, seemingly.
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Post by Lance Bishop on Jan 8, 2009 0:03:44 GMT -5
"Negative. Bishop! You f**k up the lickers, we'll sweep the zeds off. Kyle! Right side, right side! Call out lickers if ya see em!"
"With pleasure!" The sharpshooter replied. The sudden thud above hiim diverted his attention. "Ah, s***.." He thought. The man rolled over on his back, bringing the M21 SWS to shoulder. "Crack!" The rifle roared as he fired the 7.62mm rounds in to the ceiling of the old tram, the loud screech of the powerful projectile tearing in to the metal top rang out like a bell. His finger continued to squeeze the trigger back, the majority of them made it through the sheet of metal between him in the Lickers.
Suddenly he heard distressed chatter through his headset. Aya had gotten snatched up by one of the creatures and one of the others went out after her.. "Damnit.." The sharpshooter mumbled. He didn't want to leave anybody behind, especially their leader, but when the sh*t hit the fan, you had to get moving. Sometimes there was no other option, but then again, why not risk your life for someone else once and awhile? There was nothing they could do anyway, the two trams had separated and Lance wasn't within range where he could provide his precision fire support.
Bishop emptied the last reserve in his current magazine. The low click from his rifle when he pulled back the trigger let him know for sure. "Red!" He called out, dropping the magazine in to his hand and quickly replacing it with another from his vest pouch. "Green!" His rounds must have hit home or atleast scared away the Lickers, Bishop couldn't hear the screech of their claws above him. Lance waited, his back on the floor of the tram with the rifle shouldered and pointed towards a torn sheet of metal called the ceiling (torn by the numerous 7.62mm rounds.)
His right hand slid up the side of the rifle and ripped the bolt back, sliding a fresh round from the magazine in to the chamber. The brass casing was lifted by the rifle's mechanisms and primed for killing. Bishop let out a sigh, "I've got zero movement above us, but don't let that fool you.. I haven't got a confirmed yet on the two.." Lance keyed in to his throat mic, his voice being transfered in to the nearest earpieces and headsets.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 8, 2009 9:01:26 GMT -5
Aya felt a bullet whiz over her and heard a snap, she figured that someone had taken a potshot at the tongue. It was still taught to her feel as Aya pulled slightly indicating that it wasn't entirely unattached, she seethed from the pain. Aya moved into a kneel and grabbed hold of the tongue sticking into her back and pulled, another snap followed as Aya fell forwards and the tongue around her neck loosened. She coughed violently as air was sucked back into her lungs, still she worked on tugging at the wet mouth appendage until it was completely free. A dark purple mark now went from the top of her neck under her jaw down to her collar bone, the cut from the modified hunter BOW had reopened aswell.
As Aya knelt on the wet ground, she grabbed at the limp tongue protruding from her chest and began to pull it out. A squeaky, wheezing, moan escaping her seething teeth from the pain as she felt the tongue scrape against the inside of her body, running against her spine. As soon as it was free she simply let it go and rocked back on her legs, putting a hand to the hole at her chest and feeling at the inside, going insane. She heard a voice but it was all gobbletygook, she couldn't understand a word.
Sound and image washed away from reality and for a moment all Aya felt was the rain beating against her face, getting lost in the serene escape. What remnant left of her mind that was active went over all of the strange elements that revolved around her, was this what happens when you die? Am I still alive? 'No,' she though, she was stronger than that, anybody else would have lapsed into darkness.
The sound of the rain and gunfire returned like a needle through her head, along with it returned the pain at her chest. She looked ahead of her to see the tram, some distance away; the fear of being alone evoked in her. Aya stood up, almost falling back down in the process and began limping forwards. The ghouls around her seemed invisible to her vision and her conciousness dwindled making her curve in her path straight into a zombie. Aya looked up in shock at the face of the undead man and pushed it away, grabbing her chest in pain and seething again.
She limped faster, the tram was slowing down. Corpses of undead died again as they fell around her. Aya was ten or so metres away but already she was holding out her hand to grab hold of the back bar of the tram, her mind playing tricks on her and making her believe that she'd already reached it, her hand clasped at thin air. For what Aya guessed would have been the fifth time, and the last time she was going to trust the image of reality around her, her hand grabbed hold of the bar.
With a sudden surge of survival in her, Aya pulled herself onto the tram, someones ahdn grabbing hold of hers; dragging her further on until her legs didn't hang off the back anymore, her eyes singing gratitude at whoever had helped her. Aya breathed heavily as she recovered from the experience. She thought on it, and realized back when the rain beat her face, that she hoped she really was dead.
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Post by Reaper on Jan 12, 2009 6:49:08 GMT -5
(Alex and Jimmy enter from the Arkley Labs)
Alex gripped Jimmy's shirt tightly, almost as if she was hanging on for dear life. Her head rested tiredly against his chest. The steady beating of rain falling upon them as they continued down the deadly streets. Jimmy sticking to the sidewalk, and the walls as best as he could. Movement among the wreckage of damaged cars and dead body almost seemed impossible. Alex looked tiredly up at Jimmy. Her gray eyes dimmer than every, almost as if she had no hope left in her. She felt like she was burning up, and the sweat would be evidence of that except for the rain kept it hidden.
Her checks seemed to be a tad red, and that was saying a lot since her skin was almost as white as a ghost. Alex coughed heavily, and it felt like her inside's shifted when she did. She cried out as her hand gripped his shirt even tighter. She knew that she would be fine once the nickle was out of her body, but she didn't know how long that would take. She coughed heavily again, as blood started to drip from the corner of her mouth, but like the sweat was washed away by the rain. She looked up at Jimmy with pleading eyes, just before she passed out in his arms once more.
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Post by Costa 2.0 on Jan 12, 2009 14:36:06 GMT -5
Jimmy looked down just intime to see Alex pass out. He gave her a small kiss on her forehead before continuing to pay attention to the dead street infront of him. Rain pounded on his head and he thought that he was going to go crazy if it didn't let up. He couldent hear the moans of any nearby infected because the downpour was so loud. He needed to find the hotel fast before either of them get a cold from this weather or worse...being found by one of those nightmarish creatures from hell.
It was then, throught the loud roar of the rain did he hear distant gun fire. His imediate reaction was to get down, which he did. He held Alex tight in his arms as he quickly layed flat against the wall of the building as more gun fire errupted from down the street. "AYA!" he imediatley thought. He remebered that the tram station was just down the street and with gun fire coming from that area, there was a chance it was her.
"AYA!" he called through the thunderous rain that threatend to drown him out. "AYA!!!!!!!!". If she could find him through this rain. If she could hear him and help him and his wife then finnaly he could live the life he always wanted with her.
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Post by Reaper on Jan 12, 2009 16:56:16 GMT -5
Alex shifted in Jimmy's arms. Her body trembling slightly as she rested against him. Even though she was burning up and her veins felt like they were on fire she was shivering. She started coughing heavily in her sleep as more blood seemed to be forcing it's way up. She gasped out heavily as her eyes shot open, and she looked up at Jimmy. "J- Jimmy," she chocked on her words as she looked up at him. Her tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked around tiredly in the darkness only hearing the rain. Her hand drifted up to her chest as she cried out. She shifted around in his arms. She cried out even more as her body started to shake in his arms.
The force causing him to set her down on the ground. Her body flailing about as even more blood seemed to be forcing it's way up threw her throat. Alex's eyes rolled back into her head as cries of pain escaped from time to time. Her arms and and legs thrashed about as her body shook heavily. The seizure seeming to be worse than the last one. It took almost a good thirty minutes before the seizure even started to let up, and once it was over she just laid there. Her body sprawled out on the ground, as her eyes looked off into the distance, and even seemed to be empty as if they hadn't caught up with her. Blood soak the edges of her white gown at the collar.
Alex panted heavily as she laid there just staring off into the distance. Her mind not even seeming to be there quite yet. There were occasional twitching in her limbs, but no other movement besides that. Blood still seemed to drip from the corner of her mouth. Alex almost seemed to be off in another. The rapid rise and fall of her chest along with the panting was the only indication that there was someone there.
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