Post by The Lawyer Pixie on May 30, 2007 19:02:13 GMT -5
OOC: Erm, ADT, controlling people's characters without their permission is against the rules. Sorry dude, but that's the way it goes. I'll let it go this time because you didn't know, but no more, okay?
And I'm thinking we should wait for the SLOW Eve-butt to post. Lots of stuff going on with Cindy currently...
OOC: Shut uuuup... >.< *aherm* Anywhoo, if everyone's cool, I think I'm gonna kill Cindy's dad now. XD He caused a lot of great conflict and awesomeness, but he's kind of preventing them from leaving, so yeah. If anyone was planning on doing anything significant with him, just tell me and I can certainly edit this. ^^
"HE - IS - GOING - TO - DIE."
A gasp caught in Cindy's throat as the words rang through her skull, and for a moment she stopped crying: she simply stared unblinking into the distance, lips slightly parted, listening to it echo between her ears: "HE - IS - GOING - TO - DIE..."
The argument continued to rage, but she barely took notice. Crouched in the footspace, she stared down at her father, lying across the backseat. She slowly came out of her daze, and again her eyes began to tear. "Dad..." she whispered, unheard above the angry shouts.
"The most you can do is stop the bleeding," someone said, and Cindy looked up to see the girl who'd arrived shortly before. "Let's start there..." she continued, and despite everything, Cindy forced herself to believe she could save him. "O-okay," she stuttered, nodding. "What can I do? I, um, I'm not sure we have any--"
She started and looked down, realizing she still held her father's hand. He had given it a slight squeeze, and was now sadly gazing up at her, slowly shaking his head. "Honey, it won't..." he coughed, a few flecks of blood on his mouth. "It won't do any good."
Cindy's lip trembled, and she closed her eyes, not wanting to see, not wanting her tears to overflow. She lowered her head to lie on his shoulder, her breath ragged and hiccupy, and managed the words, "Dad, n-no... no..."
Cindy's father smiled weakly. "Hush, hon... be brave, and take care of yourself, okay?" He gave her hand a final squeeze, exhaling softly, "And... tell your mom I love..." his hold on her hand loosened, and his eyes closed.
Cindy raised her head, looking with horror into her father's still face. "Dad?... Dad!" Now shaking with sobs, she let herself slump over onto his chest, eyes shut tightly. "Dad... I... no..."
OOC: That was so freaking cheesy. o.o Seriously. I don't think I've ever written anything cheesier, ever. In my life. -.- *shoots self* Can we have zombies sometime soon? Plz? XD
Post by The Lawyer Pixie on Jun 2, 2007 2:08:25 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, he didn't have permission to write Tasha. That "shut up" explosion was a bit out of character for her right then. I won't change it, but I want him to know that he's not allowed to write other people's characters without permission.
Tasha turned away as Cindy began to cry again. She couldn't watch this.
"I told you." her words were icy and detatched. "There was nothing that could be done." If Tasha had let herself notice what she sounded like, she might have made herself cringe. Still, she had to stay emotionless and levelheaded. This was on her, and she was going to do the job right.
"Is there any reason why we have to stay here now, Zach? Or will you get out of my way and let me stop being a sitting duck?"
"Shut up, okay?!" Zach was enraged as he stalked over to her. "Just shut the hell up!" He grabbed her roughly and angrily by the shoulders but she wrenched away, giving him a hard punch to the jaw. He stumbled away in a daze, holding his face.
"Don't ever touch me." she said quietly, shaking out her hand. "Do you hear? You have no right to touch me." Coldly she opened the diver's side door once more and got in, slamming it shut again. She sat in silence after that though, not starting the engine. She merely halfway leaned on the steering wheel and stared off into space.
Post by The Lawyer Pixie on Jun 3, 2007 20:44:13 GMT -5
"What?" Tasha snapped to attention when Fraya addressed her. "Get rid of the body... and clean out the van. The undead can smell the blood and they'll be attracted to it. Anyone who's touched him should wash up." The words came to her automatically. She'd spent so much time studying abut the circumstances that all the information she'd need was drilled into her head.
Zach was still holding his face as he leaned against the side of the truck. His face was red and his eyes were dark as he stared off to the horizon.
"There's no point burying him, it would just take unnessecary time and chances are he'd just be dug up by them anyway." There was no thought behind her words; it was jsut as if she was reciting something from memory. Lines from a script, or the answer to a question in class. There was nothing from her in the words whatsoever. No emotion, no concentration.
Suddenly, however, she snapped back to herself and to reality. "One question... can I leave yet, or are you going to insist on following me?"
Cindy continued to lay on her father, eyes still closed, her face wet and pink, her hands in anguished fists clutching at his shirt. Beyond speaking, she wept miserably, too distraught to think of anything else. Her dad... her dad... was gone. It had been so quick... all of this; only a half hour or so ago, she'd been sitting at the computer doing her homework. If she hadn't seen the news broadcast and gone to the park, they'd probably all be back at home - still in danger, but at least he'd be alive. The thought was unbearable, and plunged her further still into anguish...
Just then she heard Tasha speaking again, about what was to become of her father's body; about what to do next, all in a tone so even and deadpan it was as though she was reading from a book. Cindy's initial reaction was a flare of anger at her lack of compassion, and she sat up and opened her eyes, looking out the back window of the van. She could just see the back of Tasha's head, where she was seated in the front seat of the truck. She was so still, dimly silhouetted by the yellow-white glow of the neighborhood lights...
Cindy swallowed hard. They weren't out of danger yet, and Tasha was right: what she needed to do now was make sure that, if she was going to go with them, she wouldn't put any of them in additional danger. She could lament her father's death later, but now... she had to focus on the present. She reached over and opened the car door, and stepped unsteadily outside, making very sure not to look back at the seat. Walking down the driveway, wiping at her eyes, she was thankful for Tasha's detachedness. It was what she had needed.
She stopped near the car, amidst the rest of the group, and, in answer to Tasha's question, said quietly, "I... I'd like to come with you. Um, I guess I should probably go inside and... and wash off." She looked down at her bloodstained shirt, then looked back up shyly at Zach. "Do you think you could show me where the bathroom is, and maybe find me a change of clothes?"
OOC: I didn't really need to post now, but I kinda wanted to. ^^ Would nowish be a good time to mention the hair thing, Sadie?
OOC: This'll be mighty graphic, so those of you with weak stomachs may want to turn away once you get about halfway done reading xD
Why... why did I have to just stand there like an idiot, while Cindy lost her dad... Drake opened the driver's side door and climbed into the van. He just sat, staring into space. I am an idiot... so long... I've wished I could just say it... just say 'Cindy, I love you.'... I just can't do it... now we're in mortal danger, something could... something could happen to one of us, and... and then... Drake closed his eyes, trying to hide the tears. I'm an idiot...
Drake sighed, and leaned back in his seat, letting his head rest on the top of the seat. He continued staring at nothing, thinking about everything he wished he had done, when he caught something in the corner of his eye. He turned toward it, trying to figure out what it was. A person... hm... most likely trying to get the hell out of here. Wait.. Drake squinted, looking closer at the person. It was a young boy, thirteen, maybe fourteen, wearing large glasses. Drake noticed that the boy was running, and as he got closer, Drake noticed that he had a terrified look on his face.
The young boy ran closer, but tripped, and landed on his arm. Drake's eyes opened wide, as he saw that the boy was being followed. Not by another person, but... one of them... the boy winced in pain, as he gripped his arm, which Drake noticed was bleeding. The thing following him got closer and closer, until it was only a few feet away. Come on kid, get up! Get up!
The boy turned, just in time for the thing to jump on him. The boy screamed, and everyone turned to look at the scene of horror, unfolding in front of them. The creature grabbed the boy by the shoulders and bit down on his neck. It pulled it's head away, a large chunk of skin and muscle in it's mouth. The boy coughed, blood spurting from his neck, and beat at the creature's head.
The thing let go of the boy's shoulder, and grabbed his arm. As the creature moved its head, about to bite again, Drake looked away.
Drake panted, trying to erase the terrible images in his head, but they stayed. He let some of the tears he had held back flow down his cheeks, then closed his eyes tight. All he could see was the horrifying creature, ripping the meat from that boy's neck.
OOC: Poor little boy O.O I hope that wasn't too graphic for anyone xD
Post by The Lawyer Pixie on Jun 8, 2007 20:45:10 GMT -5
"A... change of clothes? Oh, yeah. Um, yeah." Zach said, looking over at Cindy. "Come on... I'll show you." With a half-hearted smile Zach led her up the walk and into the house. Tasha sighed and leaned back against the seat of the truck, wishing she could just leave. Gods I hate people. she thought with a sigh.
However, her head snapped back up when she heard Drake make a small noise. Not a sigh or anything like that, but a sound of pure terror and disgust. Looking around she saw a ways down the street... one of them. The flesh on it's face and arms was beginning to swell and sag, the first signs that it was decomposing. The hair on it's head was matted with blood and it's shirt was stained red as it struggled to keep hold of it's victim. The young boy was trying to wriggle away, shrieking in terror and agony but was losing stamina quickly, along with his blood.
This was the first zombie Tasha had actually seen with her own two eyes. At first she just stared in shock and disbelief, not even thinking about what she should do. A second later her self-taught instinct kicked in and she reached under the seat of the truck. Earlier she had stashed a small hatchet there for a situation such as this. It was time. This was her first test, her first mission.
While it's distracted. she thought, not letting her mind think about anything else. She had to remove the head or destroy the brain. She shoved the door to the truck open and stepped out. Remove the head or destroy the brain. Walking quickly and steadily, she instructed everyone to stay back. Remove the head or destroy the brain. Tensing up her stomach muscles she pressed forward toward the gruesome sight. Remove the head or destroy the brain. Her fingers tightened around the hatchet's handle, and she heard the throaty grunts issuing from the zombie's engorged, dripping mouth. Remove the head or destroy the brain. She stepped lightly, doing her utmost not to draw it's attention away from the dying boy. Remove the head or destroy the brain. As quietly as she walked, however, when she got fairly close to it her boots crunched in some loose asphalt and it stopped eating, dropping the boy and looking up at her with blank eyes. Remove the head or destroy the brain. Every nerve in her body screamed for her to run and with a surge of adrenaline she brought the hatchet down and against it's neck. Remove the head or destroy the brain. The creature made a gurgling noise and was shifted off of its balance. Remove the head or destroy the brain. Bringing the hatchet back up quickly, she brought it down again on the same spot, this time managing to hack completely through the spinal cord. Remove the head or destroy the brain. With a wet noise the head separated from the shoulders and flopped to the side, the zombie falling in a heap on the asphalt. Remove the head or destroy the brain. The boy on the ground blinked up at her, his neck wound gushing. Remove the head or destroy the brain. She didn't let herself see the look of gratitude and pleading in his eyes as she once more brought the hatchet down. Remove the head or destroy the brain.
Turning back toward the house she walked rigidly toward it, hatchet dripping. There were flecks of blood on her face and arms, her expression stoic and unreadable. In an oddly hollow and mechanical voice she asked, "Are Zach and Cindy still in the house?"
She was panting slightly as she stared back at the congregation, awaiting her answer.
OOC: WELL, how was that for a spectacularly amazing post?
Post by blackninjawolf88 on Jun 8, 2007 21:29:01 GMT -5
Ooc:spectacularly amazing! =D
ic: Fraya stared horrified at Tasha. Her hand gripped tighter on the sword that was still in her hand. Her legs were quivering, her heart aching. Of all the zombie movies she had seen she knew that the bitten people became zombies, but that didn’t make her any more prepared for what had just happened. She stared at the boy with his lifeless eyes thinking it couldn’t be real. But it was. There was no escaping the heavy reality of their situation. She couldn’t hate Tasha for what she had done. She was protecting herself and everyone else there, and Fraya knew that she was the stronger one of them. Tasha could do what needed to be done and if Fraya was going to stay alive she would too.
Fraya looked around for a moment as if looking for something to do. She set her sword in the car and started to pull out the dead mans body with shaky arms.
Courage is never to let your actions be influenced by your fears. ~Arthur Koestler
I have found that I am most at peace when I watch with silent observing eyes