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Post by Escachick357 on Nov 19, 2008 0:37:33 GMT -5
The local High School. It's strong enough to withhold riots, but some of the undead have managed to sneak inside so be careful.
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Post by chugfat on Jan 14, 2009 22:46:40 GMT -5
James was quick to come in, but even quicker to carefully lock the door as he entered. Why? Because it was freezing as f*ck out there, and it was slightly less cold while he was in here.Plus it was ultra foggy out there, and if I took any longer outside I would've gotten attacked unsuspectedly just like Mrs. Anderson, and even worse than when I was in the garage.
But James had to put all of that in the past for now...if this journey was going to be as long as he thought it would be, he was going to see a lot more death and bloodshed than from where that came from.
His reasons for entering the high school, one could say, was due to the reasoning of his father. Its okay to have big dreams, son.He would always say.But to follow them, you always, ALWAYS have to start out small. James decided to take the liberty of doing this while thinking about his sister and his parents...if he had to prove himself good enough to face them in a time of need, he had to prove it to the ones he cared about the most here in Stoneville.
So as he began searching the first floor halls main offices without too much trouble, he played over again in his mind who might be important to him...there was Officer Dublin over at the police station, who was friends with James' dad and once taught him how to and let shoot a 30.06 bolt action, which was pretty great. There was Pastor Richards over at the church, who was another good friend of his dads. There were also some friends of his that may have lived close by. There was Mr. Kim over at the Korean 7/11, who once caught James about to shoplift a chocolate bar (why James did it, he didnt remember why he would be doing something so petty).
And finally, there was the reason why he was here, to find Mrs. Mendles. Mrs. Mendles, being the blonde haired, blue eyed beauty that she was, happened to also be a wonderful teacher and particularly nice to James, and was the interest of every boy in grade 12. However, James, unlike almost all the horny as hell 17 year old boys that had her for English class, James never viewed her as someone he would fantasize about with sexually.
James just wanted to make sure she was ok, so he began to proceed checking desks within the English office to see if there was an address he could find her at...
And that was when, James finally heard the moaning and groaning of the damned cries from those damned undead. Thankfully however, since the school appeared to be pretty strong to be a mini fortress, it didnt sound like there were many, maybe just a few.
Sadly, one of them also could be...
Well, you never know until you try.
James made his way out of the English office, then made a quick right down the hallway to the stairs. James stopped to listen more carefully...one groan was just down the hall, likely in one of the math offices, and the other two sounded like they were together, much further down the long second floor hallway.
However, one of the sounds didnt sound like a zombie moaning, it sounded more like, feasting.
James quickly entered the first room to find big bloated Mr. Holloway, who looked like he had been decomposing here for hours. James didnt like him very much, probably because he didnt like math very much at all as well, but nonetheless, bringing down just another painful victim of the virus would be just as painful and grotesque.
The man formerly known as Mr. Holloway lurched towards James at a surprising speed, him being large and quite decomposed. But James was still much faster. James decided to take a small hop towards Mr. Holloway to gain a bit more momentum, to which James came down hard with an overhead smash with his rusty shovel. Mr. Holloways head exploded, and then he fell down with a crashing thud. James almost turned around to go and throw up, until his mind and resolve took over, and he checked back outside to see if he had alerted the other groaning zombies.
Nope, no sign of them. James then let his entire stomach spill out on the floor. The kill against the garage zombie had been a bit cleaner.
After he wiped his mouth, James continued his little journey down the hallway. He briefly considered going along to the room with the multiple groans, but something was getting to him about that one sound. Could one of them be in the middle of a meal?
He had to find out, he just had to.
James rushed towards the door where the feasting sounds were coming from, and as soon as he busted the door open, his entire meeting with Mrs. Mendles on one Wednesday in November flashed right before his eyes.
Your poetry assignment was very good James...your idea to play guitar for it as your presentation was amazing
Really? Thanks alot Mrs. Mendles
*Sigh*. I've always wanted to learn how to play guitar, but my husband just wont let me. All he really cares about are his own interests, and his bloody stupid job.
Oh really? Thats kind of sad to hear Mrs. Mendles.
*Smiles*. Its so wonderful to see students like you who have musical talents and real ambition. I would truly hope that you pursue a career in music.
Thank you very much
James, after class I need to speak with you in my office regarding your assignment.
Is there a problem?
No, there are just some things I would like to...go over with you. There will be no one else within the English office, so we can discuss things more quietly.
It all came back to him
This women with green, scarred, and purpleish blood riddled skin, this beastly being that was sitting down , feasting hungrily upon another student, had been the women James had once made love to in her highschool English office. Beautiful Mrs. Mendles. Now zombified, and truly gone without any hope of ever coming back.
But the only thing that James could now provide for her, was as clean a death as possible.
Mrs. Mendles turned towards James with her jaw broken and hanging open, her dead white eyes affixed on James with true hunger and intent.
James leaned back in a sort of long L shaped stance, and triggered the end of the shovel towards Mrs. Mendles' head.
"Im sorry", James said softly as he powerfully and quickly thrusted the end of the rusty blade through the top of Mrs. Mendles head, making a clean break and practically splitting her decomposed and rotting skull.
James slowly fell back against the wall near the door, dropped his now bloody and rusty shovel, and began sagging downwards until he completely sat down on the cold floor, wondering what he had truly just done. James sat down for a total of ten seconds until he heard the moaning from down the hall get closer. James then briefly felt his sorrow turn into a blind rage.
James picked his shovel back up, quickly turned around and went down the hall to see the two zombies approaching. Without knowing, James began to run, and the zombies saw him easily. But it was already too late for them, as James thrust the shovel blade into the skull of the first approaching one, just as he had done to Mrs. Mendles. But this time, it was stuck. James then shoved his shoe through the shamblers chest, pushing it back as the other one lurched. James countered with a back piercing kick to the chest with his right leg, coupled with a large battle like shout in between. When the shambler backed up against the wall, James swung at the things head once, twice, three times, and it was over. And at that moment, James felt the most intense feeling of real, raw, true, and powerful loneliness more than any other period in his life. Would he go down to the police station, the church, the 7/11, just to find everybody in the same state as the lovely Mrs. Mendles? This was going to get to him, but he had to push on. It wasn’t impossible for no one to be alive in Stoneville, and if he couldn’t find those he cared about, he had to find somebody before he left to find his sister and his parents.
But James was surprisingly thirsty. He headed to the upstairs janitors closet, locked the door, and began drinking from a small water bottle from his backpack. He would push on, he had to…but right now, he need to take a break.
(James “Cameron” Colplay has entered West Side Highschool)
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Post by chugfat on Jan 26, 2009 20:35:09 GMT -5
James had awakened, and to his surprise there were no dreams to be had in his rest. He didnt have any form of a clock on him, he noticed before that none of the clocks were working in the school either. James rubbed his eyes before having a nice, long stretch until he became aware of his immediate surroundings.
He discovered that the water he was sipping on hours ago had now spilled on to the floor at his shoes, so he though he would ignore that. He then reached into his backpack to feast upon a still fresh green apple, and relfected on what he had been doing just hours before.English teacher, dead, math teacher, dead, others, dead.
He then realized he had to stop thinking about the events that occured hours before. He had to keep moving forward, now both physically and mentally.
James threw the old apple core into the trash, and slowly moved to open the door out of the janitors closet. He unlocked the door, quickly picked back up his trusty shovel and proceeded slowly.
James gave a quick check of the halls, and heard no groaning or moaning. Sadly, there was the sick stench of the vomit he threw up hours ago, too, which did almost as much damage to his sinuses as the rotting corpses he put down in the other rooms.
He was still safe for now. As he proceeded down the hallway down the stairs, James collected his thoughts as what to do next.Where to...every place here is offically lost to the undead, or at least thats what I'm assuming. But something was telling James he had to stay here a little bit longer...not within the school of course, but Stoneville in general. Something told him there was still hope. James hated it when he had a gut feeling, because at often times, it was the decision he went by.
I guess its just the writers creative drive thing
Before James opened the door to the outside world, he had to decide where to go first.James had made it down to the front door entrance without any trouble, and now he could work out his options.
I should go to the 7/11. Korean or no Korean, besides apples I only really packed granola s***. "And I could really go for a Snickers right about now...7/11 it is then". James opened the door to the outside Stoneville streets, venturing into the gloomy darkening mist sweet with thoughts of chocolate in his bittersweet and troubled mind.
(James "Cameron" Colplay has left West Side Highschool)
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