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[Diabolical Rhapsody]

| South End

 

| Benedikt Rasmussen

 

The metal door at the back finally gave way, bringing the loud pounding to an end. What emerged through it made it feel like a scene from a cheap horror movie, the one made on a shoestring budget with newcomers and a lusty director that adds in a lot of sex to cover up for a shoddy story. The visage was familiar, it bore resemblance to the blonde fiend that had killed Johnny a while ago. To think that it transformed so quickly and so horrendously made Ras think about the weirdness of it all.

 

It was what Resident Evil should have been instead of that bullcrap that showed Milla Jovovich from ten angles, not that he complained but the story was lacking. The fiend before him that started in life as a woman was something like an anaconda with a scorpion-like torso given her six arms and a face that looked quite fearsome with scales covering a visible part. The shaggy long mop of blonde hair tinted a light red from all the carnage she was part of made it all the more unsettling to the usual eye.

 

He could see Ally frightened a bit, the passive shocked state transformed to somewhat fidgety frightfulness. “Man! Paul Anderson!! , take notes!!” he said motioning at the creature with a bit of sarcasm and a heavy sigh, a big cloud of smoke coming out of his mouth..

 

“What are you idiots doing there fidgeting, get your asses here if you don’t wanna be fresh anaconda dinner.” he said out loud to the other survivors, who were visibly shaken by the monstrosity. The fact that she had busied herself with hiding behind a circle of display furniture instead of attacking head on played more on the tension of the situation. This creature, was clearly capable of thought and planning and it was doing no more than toying with its prey. Crushing them mentally before it crushed them physically. That way it won’t risk a injury from the axes that were being brandished more out of fear than resolution. But Ras’s words broke its stranglehold on their minds. People began thinking a bit more clearly. The snake like fiend was large, covering the doorway as well as half the floor space yet it seem to stretch a bit more out into the open. That meant that escape was out of question.

 

Ras decided to play things by the ear. “Hey blondie! I know it was you at the door before. Why not you stop this hide and seek and come at us. Maybe you’ll become a T-rex if you eat so many of us.” he said with a deep laugh taunting the creature into action, his nailer held at the ready and a small cloud of smoke parting his lips every few seconds.

 

“You know I don’t have all day. It is a fair trade though, you get to eat us if you win and I'll make a good leather bag out of you, if you lose.”

[Yaomo]

| Unsettling discovery

"...name is Ty."
Mrs Cho's voice finally got through to Ty. A most hated voice it was, laden with honey and nectar that only worthless men would fall for, though the woman herself seemed more lonely than anything else. The fearful expression that Ty could see on the woman's face when she glanced at her made it impossible to feel anything other than pity for her in the current situation. And maybe a little bit of scadenfreude.

The girl lay still for a few seconds more, trying to assess the situation. From her fragmented memories of the last half hour, she could still deduce that there were dangerous beasts lurking around the neighborhood. They couldn't have been expected any more than the kit fox's transformation, and it was likely that nobody knew how many there were of them. A more worrying matter was the flu that was going around. Coincidences like that just don't happen. Even a flu like that alone, doesn't happen in real life, it is something which belongs in fiction. Well, there was no guarantee that this entire world was actually real, the whole situation could just as well be a nightmare.
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Thinking about nightmares... one that she thought she had lost any and all memories of, had suddenly resurfaced right at the edge of Ty's conscious. The blood... No, not the blood, that was only a small overlapping detail that had brought the past back into the present. There was a faint remembrance of her father's voice telling her how much he loved her, stroking her face softly, brushing his fingers through her hair, holding her almost painfully tight. A sense of foreboding, though she didn’t know why at the time. she was too young. And then her mother's horrified shriek, yelling, pain, and fire. But the fire wasn't there to begin with. It used to be only her and her dad, and a secret that she couldn’t tell anyone else.

Though she didn’t understand at the time, now she did. Something had been very wrong, and Ty had been lucky enough to forget. But now, the past could not be forgotten again, and one last piece of the puzzle terrified the girl. Her aunt, the sweet and loving Jessica, had known. The girl remembered it now, that pained voice crying over and over by her hospital bed, "if only I had stopped it before anything happened".
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And what about Joe, did he know? The mere thought sent chills down Ty's spine, it threatened to crush all her faith in the man to dust. The air suddenly felt smothering inside the room, so she stood up as quietly as only an oddly experienced young hunter could, signalled to Ms Cho to stay silent, and slipped almost perfectly soundlessly through the door, down the stairs, and into the basement again. Only casting a single glance at the deformed fox on the floor, to make sure it was still as dead as when they'd left it there, she proceeded to take her rifle out of the cabinet, together with two cans of ammunition from a drawer. Thinking about how to carry them more easily, she put her hands in her pockets to check if there was place for ammo there, and was immediately reminded how she’d been bitten by that creature when her left hand got wet and sticky with blood. Disgusting.

Remembering the woman sitting with a rifle upstair, Ty decided not to go home to shower. Even with her own rifle, she didn’t know if she could defend herself against whatever had made Uncle Joe run off without even telling her first. So she grabbed her rifle and ammo and took them into the bathroom, where she undressed, and even took off the bandages. They were soaked with blood, but that didn’t stop her from hopping in the shower. She hadn’t really looked properly at her wounds yet, but what she saw when the blood was washed off again didn’t match her memories of what had happened at all.

Where there should be scratches on her shoulders, it looked more like someone had cut off whole pieces of her skin, the bared flesh underneath was a deep dark red, and the skin around the edges, no on her whole shoulders and nearly half her chest, was turning gray. The tiny bite mark was still tiny on her left thigh though, only her thigh was red and a nearly black bluish color, almost as if haemorrhaging all over underneath her skin. But what the girl found most unsettling was the lack of pain, or any feeling at all, where the wounds were. This was most definitely not normal.

Even so, the current situation didn’t seem like one where she could easily get to a hospital, so she pushed away the panic that was threatening to overthrow her by reminding herself that she was supposed to have died years ago. She really should count herself lucky to have had a few years as happy as the last ones had been. With a deep breath and heavy sigh, she readied herself for whatever may lay ahead of her, got out the first aid kit and bandaged herself as well as she could manage. Luckily the wounds seemed to have stopped bleeding, not that this meant they couldn’t get worse yet.

Then the girl ran out of the bathroom and into a room where she found new clothes to change into. This time a shorter skirt, but still as black as the one before, and of course a long sleeved black shirt and black tights. No need to let anyone else worry about her wounds before they killed her. That might happen sooner than she’d hoped, she realized as she ran back to the bathroom to grab her gun, ammo, and the pemmican balls that were luckily both wrapped and untainted by blood, and walked into the room where Mrs. Cho and the other woman had been, only seven minutes after she left. Her left leg wasn't moving properly despite the lack of pain, almost like the feeling when she’d sat on her legs for too long, though limited to her thigh rather than the whole leg.

Edited by Árni, 12 March 2014 - 06:06 AM.

[nevernown]

Daniel Asher Ben-Joshua

[South End]

[11:10 AM]

 

With the directions of the doctor, and the other medics, it was not hard to spot the fiends. Their physique, that was just not quite okay in a trained doctor's eye, stuck out like a sore thumb. Not soon after they started looking, they noticed two of them between the sickly people, and one of them trying to slip out from the grocery department, into the volunteer search party on Todd's end.

 

Daniel felt relief for one moment. Letting the doctors in had been a good choice after all, and apparently not only for probable health care.

But this relief, and joy over a small victory quickly vanished when he saw the fiends turn around and jump at the mob that had them cornered.

 

"GET THEM"

Daniel hoped that his battlecry would break any shock that people might feel. Get them moving to his voice, rather than have them listen to the fear that a lot of humas have.

It's coming at me with high velocity, what should I do? I can't move as long as I don't know  what to do!

With his shout, he hoped to break this into a much nicer thought. It was not like he was really telling them what to do, just toppling their scale of thought.

I should get them.

He himself jumped forward while shouting, to avert the fiends' attention and protect whoever was behind him. He aimed his gun at the middle fiend's heart.

 

BANG-BANG

Without checking if the first shot -at the heart- was a hit, he smoothly aimed higher and sent a second slug onto crash course for the fiend's brain.

 

Daniel looked to his left and checked on the two deputies. They aimed for the second fiend's chest, but apparently they slightly panicked. Both of them emptied a full clip on their target.

 

In a brief pause, Daniel heard a scream to his right, he looked over, and saw one of the firemen wrestling with the last fiend that somehow had gotten hold of the fireman's axe. Daniel dropped to one knee, so that he could aim upward and stray bullets were less likely to ricochet into the people.

 

BANG

 

Just one shot was enough to tear the muscles at the fiend's shoulder apart, making it loosen it's grip on the axe. One other fireman now dared to step forth, and chop off the fiend's arm completely, without having to fear chopping up his colleague.

Then all firemen joined in, and soon enough the third fiend lay in pieces on the floor.

 

People looked at eachother, and at the three bodies. They were not sure if they should be happy, or be disgusted. Somewhere in the back of the crowd, vomitting sounds were heard.

 

Daniel looked behind him, at the all the people who had helped.

"Is everyone okay? Any stray bullets hit anyone?"

Edited by nevernown, 15 March 2014 - 10:13 AM.

[Inumori]

[Monday. 11:15 A.M.] Remas Residence.

 

Joe hurriedly retrieved his shotgun from where he'd dropped it and loaded the three loose shells in his pocket. Meanwhile, Maddie was readjusting herself and confirming Joe's abrupt command to the boy in a calmer tone. River was facing the door. All his focus was on why the beasts hadn't followed him in. The door itself was intact, but they'd been through the windows in every other home. He was right there, vulnerable as he had dropped his weapon, so why hold back? It was concerning.

 

After confirming the door was at least locked Joe turned to see the fleeting image of Maddie heading up the steps. He hadn't been paying attention to anything but the wolves and missed what she had said. Preparing to follow the woman up the steps, Joe instead detoured to the kitchen window to investigate the renewed sound of unearthly snarls mixed with sickened barking. The window showed the wolves that had opted against his pursuit. They were snarling at something, roaring barks and backing away. Joe couldn't see what it was from the window and was certainly not about to stick his head out, but he remembered killing one of the wolves around that spot. The implication was still worrisome. What in God's name is out there scaring them?! A gunshot rang out upstairs, and Joe realized he'd just left her to go up there alone. Her voice calling out for the house's owner assured him that she'd survived the endeavor though, and he returned his attentions to the securing the ground floor. Remembering a little too late that the past few moments could have been better spent killing the damn things, Joe shouldered his weapon just in time for the beasts to dart out of view.

 

[Monday. 11:27 A.M.] Remas Residence.

 

The past ten minutes had been a whole new kind of hell. The wolf-monsters had taken to playing some kind of supremely annoying game with their hunter. Every couple of seconds a snout would rustle the broken glass and curtains or blinds of a window in a different room on the ground floor. It would stay there quietly sniffing until Joe entered the room, and then run off. They didn't enter the house, they didn't stick their heads all the way in, they just... nothing! After ten minutes of this playing around Joe came within inches of smashing one of their rotten snouts with the butt of his shotgun.

 

"What the hell are you waiting for?! I'm right here! COME ON YOU FUCKERS! COME IN AND SAY HELLO!"

 

A scream rang out upstairs and a crashing sound brought Joe's attention to Madeline landing on a car outside, and safely by some miracle. Jesus Christ... it was a diversion. Though luckily, an unsuccessful assault. From her new position Maddie simply pumped rounds into the approaching monsters and ended their threat. But where are the ones that... A slamming sound answered his question before he could even finish thinking it, and River snapped around to find himself aiming at a beast that had just fumbled its way down the steps. It didn't get to right itself before getting most of its head removed. A second one simply snarled at him from the top of the steps, as if goading him. Refusing to follow the creature, Joe instead rushed past into the kitchen for a nasty surprise. Another creature had apparently come down more gracefully than the other and hidden in the kitchen. It pounced at Joe immediately, but his run fell into a slide and the beast slammed into the refrigerator instead. Joe got back up first and put a shell into the side of its ribs. The round should have destroyed its heart and lungs but the monster still managed to let out a horrid gurgling roar prompting River to shoot it again, this time in the head. Motion to his left showed the third wolf had made it downstairs and was about to flank him. He snapped the gun towards it and fired, but missed the first shot as the monster backed out of the entryway. Quickly repositioning he fired into its retreating back, crippling the hind legs by devastating the spine. It turned its head back to roar at Joe while using its forelegs to drag itself away. Getting a bit closer he fired one more shell into the mutant's skull to end it.

 

[Monday. 11:33 A.M.] Remas Residence

 

"MADDIE! Get back in here!" he shouted as he tried to fortify the kitchen area near the basement door. He knocked the fridge over and used it along with the kitchen table and chairs to barricade one of the two entries into the kitchen. The food that had been inside the fridge was now in a pile in the middle of the hallway and mixed with rat poison from the cabinets. Joe knocked on the basement door to call the boy back upstairs. "Kid, get ready. We're leaving soon" was all he said as the hunter moved to a position near the sink, away from the windows, and covering the remaining non-barricaded entryway into the kitchen.

 

[OOC: Only one shell left in the shotgun. Still got the loaded revolver and the extra ring.]

Edited by Inumori, 15 March 2014 - 08:46 PM.

[Crouching Bacon]

Rick quickly reached into the dead crazy's neck and pulled out the glass shard, using it as a makeshift knife. He grit his teeth and quickly scanned the room, ignoring the decaying pieces of flesh being strewn about. It was only when the abominations roared that his eyes flew back to them, wary of being attacked.

"Shit. Not all of us are going to make it out of here..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his bag lying in the corner of the room, presumably there due to the chaos of things being thrown about. Rick took a quick breath and steped towards it, his eyes never leaving the monsters. After five agonizing steps, he was finally close enough to reach for it and sling it around his body. All around him, the crazies kept roaring their heads off.

It was now or never.

Rick reached into his bag and pulled out a Zippo lighter. With his other hand, he took his flask of Ballantines and opened it.

"Kids, I want you to listen to me. Keep running and don't look back!"

As he spoke, he splashed the alcohol around over the monstrosities, making sure the liquid hit every one of them, like a priest baptizing unrepentant sinners. Then he threw the lighted Zippo, hitting the nearest monster. Hopefully, the others were close enough to catch on fire.

Rick made a run for the door, children already running before him in a panic. Unfortunately, his eyes wandered and the sight of Nurse K on the ground made him hesitate.

But then the fiends began roaring again, reminding him that he didn't want to die today. Not even for the coldest beauty in the world. As he passed the door that led to Nurse K, he quickly shut it and broke the doorknob, effectively locking her inside. Perhaps that would buy her some time.

Then he ran on.

Edited by Captain Sciutto, 16 March 2014 - 06:27 AM.

[The Illuminati]

| CUL-DE-SAC
| Monday, 11:35 AM

Like The Last Action Hero, Maddie's alien physiology allowed her to ignore most of the blunt damage she had suffered as the alien adrenaline in her blood pushed her to seek out the next, new challenge. Sweeping her gaze over the horizon, eyes wide, she quickly rolled out of the crater she had made of yet another neighbor's car as a grey station wagon landed seconds later to occupy the spot she had just been in. Not missing a beat she rolled to her feet and took aim, just in time to see a shadow run up and behind the Remas house.

"MADDIE!" Joe shouted out of one of the kitchen's broken windows. "Get back in here!"

Inside, he shouted into the basement that Luca should be get ready to leave with him and Maddie, before he moved over to the sink. Unbeknownst to him, Luca had been knocked unconscious and tied up as bait. Licking the sweat off Luca's brow with a long, grey tongue, the grinning corpse of Lori moved slowly back into the shadows to wait for the arrival of her next prey.
OOC

Spoiler

You can try and save Luca, or you can try and kill one of the creatures.

Special Rules are in effect, in this case, no matter what either Inu or Trouble post, if they spring any of the traps, I will override their posts with my next update.

For example: If the stairs are rigged to explode, but you guys write that nothing happens (because you don't know something is supposed to happen), I will post that the bomb goes off instead, or whatever, and the rest of your post is void. You will have to edit the previous post accordingly, and continue your next post from this new situation.

 
“Hey, sorry about before. Thanks for helping me back there. I’m..."

'Blah Blah!' Cho finished for Ashe. Trying hard not to roll her eyes at the other woman, she thought to herself...

 

'Seriously? Is this, like, really the time for girl talk? You know, when monsters are running around outside? Hun, if you want to apologize to me, then you better start killing stuff -- or just, you know, shoot everything that moves outside.'

“I’m Jessica Cho and her name is Ty,” she replied outloud, because it seemed really important to the little soldier that they be best friends.

 

'What are they teaching their soldiers these days?'

When Ashe finally looked away, and Ty creepy-quietly rose up as if some kind vampire out of a 20's black and white movie and left the room just as creepy-quietly, Cho decided this was her chance to call for real help. She would have done so sooner, but her good-deed-of-the-day, had turned around to bite her right in her well-formed ass instead.

 

Heading a fair way down the hall, she speed-dialed the mayor's private number and waited for him to pick-up. When he did, she had to struggle to keep herself together as he assumed her that he had the whole situation well in hand. Luckily there was a panic room hidden in her house she didn't know about. Stocked with a weeks worth of food and water, he told her where and how to get in. All she had to do, was get there -- alone. Just enough food and water for one, perhaps why she was only now hearing about it. Ending the call, she sneaked back into the room just before Ty did. She had to make sure, and wait for the right time to get away from these people.

 
| PHILIPSBURG
| Monday, 9:55 AM

Setting many of the former students on fire, Rick managed to escape and save lives while doing so. Running blindly, he ran out into the chaos that was the rest of the school. Everywhere he looked, the same situation seemed to play out. Teachers and students fighting for their lives against the monsters that had once been friends and colleagues. Just then the principle's voice rang out above the noise of fighting, and eating, and chewing. Turning his head towards her office, Rick hesitated for a moment. Was he really going to run away, and leave the rest behind? Back inside, Nurse K still hadn't been able to free herself. Kev was nowhere to be seen, maybe standing right behind him, maybe not, while Nurse Corra was... If he left them now, he might never see them alive again.

 
| SOUTH END
| Monday, 11:15 AM

While Sammy's deformed skin was surprising tough, the multiple bullets did manage to pierce his mutated flesh and cause enough pain to finally force him to let the sheriff-treat go. Howling more in annoyance and hunger than in pain, he turned and leaped after her, intent on swallowing her in one bite this time, and becoming stronger. Just then, Gorilla managed to nail a perfect shot and catch Sammy in his weak heart. The sudden pressure caused his already struggling heart to explode in his chest, forcing blood out of his eyes, mouth, and ears. Gasping as if breathless, Sammy missed his mark and landed awkwardly on his side. Still alive however, he rolled over and slowly dragged himself towards the police car. With his last bit of strength, he glared at the sheriff before finally dying in a pool of orange blood.

Back in the supermarket, Dan and the rest of the survivors made short work of the three fiends. Once he had rallied the people together, it seemed like there was nothing they couldn't do. But the danger was far from over. Outside, fiends continued patrolling the parking lot, constantly looking for new prey. Some even stood in front of the supermarket now, as if waiting to be let in. Inside, the sick people seemed to be getting worse. All the excitement must have aggravated their illness. Others though, were starting to think that maybe being sick is how you turn into a monster. That maybe they ought to kill the sick people, before they turned and tried to kill them. Before that though, there was something else they needed to worry about.

Hearing a scream in the far corner of the supermarket, Dan and those with weapons rushed over to find blood splashed on the floor, and isles. Asking what had happened, three people each gave one answer: Mrs. Mabley. She was still in the store. When asked where she had gone, they each gave different answers. Dan would have to decide which place to search first. The Lounge, The Bakery, or The Freezers. He had enough people to search all three at once, but without his courage, the other two groups would no doubt get slaughtered.

Over by Ras, despite the creature basically sitting right in front of him, he still hadn't dared to come out and face it. Choosing instead to hurl his insults from the other side of the room, while encouraging others to stand up and fight. In a situation like this, Alice Abernathy would have rolled her eyes at his bravado before proceeding to kick ass in epic-, and stylish fashion.

Luckily for the creature, there were no action heroes here. What remained of it's human eyes, perceived no visible challenges or threats. Only a feast waiting to be devoured. With it's tail blocking the exit and the gate blocking the entrance, the insect-like, snake creature was free to devour each and everyone here at it's leisure. And the meat here smelled especially... Delicious.

Snaking it's long, strong body along the side- and far walls, the creature effectively placed all the furniture in the store between itself and the mice it was about to gorge on. Like a rat trap, it constricted the strong muscles tightly, forcing most of the furniture in the store forward in an avalanche of old wood and metal.

Even before the dust had settled, and the screams had died down, it began pulling bloodied bodies out of the broken furniture that now lay piled on top of the survivors. Eating each bit and piece, and nail and toe slowly. Each drop of blood and flesh began adding to it's increasing strength.

[Maia]

|Cul-de-sac

CARTER, Ashelyn

 

 

Yep, Ashe really did not like this Jessica Cho chick. Whatever. She could stare down her prissy little nose all she wanted, Ashe didn’t give a shit. Small talk had been the attempt to keep the woman from losing her tiny little mind, but it obviously wasn’t needed; which suited Ashe just fine. The less talking she had to do the better. She didn’t really want to play babysitter to the woman anyway. She had no issue with keeping an eye on River’s kid, but seriously, a woman who wanted nothing more than to fiddle with her fucking cell phone? It was like dealing with some of the idiots in basic training again.

 

She turned as movement outside of the window caught her attention and she swore under her breath. All thoughts of the arrogant woman were easily tossed aside as the window was flung open so that she could easily pick a target. Ashe had two choices, and she could only pick one. Save the woman or save River. It didn’t, however, escape her notice that not only did Ty regain her senses, but she snuck out of the room as well. The hell is the kid going, she thought to herself. Well, it wasn’t like the girl was going to be able to go too far with her injuries the way they were.

 

Jessica sauntered out of the room as well, not that that part really bothered Ashe. Let the woman wander off, one less person to get in the way of her getting Ty back to her father. As the sound of the basement door echoed up the hall Ashe watched the woman across the street jump from the window and land on a car; perfectly at that, and proceeded to kick the shit out of some mutated wolves’ asses. Hell yeah, now that was someone Ashe wouldn’t mind fighting side by side with.

 

Ashe froze, her finger on the trigger as memories beat against a door, long closed and locked, in her mind, threatening to overwhelm her. No, there would be no more teammates, no one she would get close to. She couldn’t afford to let people in; not again. She could feel the weight of the tags in the thigh pocket of her BDUs and it was almost like a white hot pain against her flesh, yet she knew there was nothing happening. Her hands shook, the rifle rattling just the slightest against the window sill, but it was enough to bring her attention back to the situation at hand.

 

The woman was handling herself quite easily so Ashe turned her attention to the house and River. Damn, there was no shot. She couldn’t help him. She saw movement inside the house, but it would be too risky to be able to fire. She could hit him, and she couldn’t do that. She heard the gunfire, mentally counting each shot, tough she wasn’t certain how many bullets River was carrying with him. So she waited. The gunfire stopped. Still she waited, the rifle rock steady in her hands, eye at the scope, and her finger resting near the trigger.

 

She heard the whisper of movement and knew that both Jessica and Ty had returned to the room, the scent of body wash filling the air. Damn, that was one hell of a quick shower. She turned her head long enough to glance at the girl and found herself impressed further when she caught sight of the weapon in the girl’s hands, though a tad worried too. What did she plan on doing? Going out there to save her father? Maybe not, considering she had returned to the room instead of leaving the house.

 

Ashe returned her attention to the house across the street, but focused, instead, on a fairly large wolf, also mutated from the looks of it, slinking towards one of the houses through the scope of her rifle. Not good. She turned her rifle and took aim, watching the wolf’s movements for a moment longer before she fired off three shots in rapid succession, making sure the bullets traveled up the body of the creature. No doubt Jessica was angrily covering her delicate ears against the loud booms that rattled the windows, while Ty was probably used to it, considering the weapon she was holding. Ashe saw the wolf flinch, but it didn’t go down. Fucking figured. With its attention now on where she was the wolf began making its way quickly towards River’s house. She squeezed off several more rounds; all of them aimed for the head as the wolf drew closer.

 

“Come on, bastard, go down like a good dog,” she muttered.

Edited by Maia, 16 March 2014 - 07:30 AM.

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

| South End

 

| Benedikt Rasmussen

 

It was always a desperate try on Ras’s part to draw the fiend to his taunts but certainly it showed it intelligence when it made its move. As the others started scurrying to the front gate the monster sprung its trap, wrapping its massive body round the racks and the specimen furniture it sent them tumbling on the unsuspecting receding folks trapping them successfully amidst the rubble and rendering their axes and hammers useless.

 

If there was some moment for Ras to act it was now. But Ally acted first, her panic driving her to action of self protection. As the smoke cleared and the monster picked of a heavily injured man and started chomping it down, Ally let loose four shots. two missing completely while one catching the monster on its massive body and one on hand. It snarled at her and threw away the dead man, like a broken doll crashing into the rubble nearby. The moment to act was now upon the duo, their survival hinged on it.

 

As Ras ran to intercept the monster slithering towards Ally, she emptied her clip on the oncoming fiend. Only one shot managing to hit it but that was lucky enough, more due to the caliber of the gun rather than the shooter. As it bared it massive jaw to charge it, the shot caught the side of the jaw and broke it open. A moment later Ras closelined the fiend with all the power he could muster. In other time it would have been enough to knock someone out cold but the monster was made of different stuff.

 

Bringing his nailer to her jaw, he let loose to bolts straight through her it into her skull. The movement seized as the massive frame went still. But he wished to make sure, so remembering his old days he brought his nailer on the forehead of the still monster and shot it right through the occipital lobe and then punched another bolt through the bregma to ensure that the monster stayed dead.

 

He got up gingerly to observe his right arm that seemed to be bleeding through his jacket, the teeth of the lower jaw had caught his arm and punctured it. Slowly taking off the jacket to reveal the full damage.

“Ally search if there is a box of slugs for your gun. Anyone able to move help me chop this thing up, we need to close the back door and be sure this thing is dead.” he directed the ones around him. He still had it in him, the Monster of Chechnya was very much still alive.

[Officer Judy Hopps]

The Remas Residence
1135 hrs
Madeline "Maddie" Escanaba

There was nothing to see in her sweeping view of the neighborhood at first, with steady eyes looking for a few moments further before she noticed something rather large and gray soaring towards her out of the corner of her eye. Snapping her weapon about, the Alien's eyes widened in surprise as sh realized rather quickly that it wasn't a wolf.

It was a car. Someone had THROWN A CAR AT HER!

Nimbly, the soldier rolled off the car just in the nick of time as the flying vehicle collided with the other in a cacophony of shattering glass and screaming steel. Quickly searching where the car had come from revealed a blur of matted black fur and muscle rushing towards the Remas residence's flank.

It was then that Joe yelled from the indoors. Without the least hesitation, Maddie tore her way up the porch,swung the door open and slammed it shut. With a smooth rotation of movement, the carbine she used was replaced with her forty-five caliber pistol and knife in the Alien's grasp as she slicked smoothly into the kitchen, joining Joe behind his barricade with a hushed warning for the hunter.

"Something big and fast is coming for us." She began, deftly dropping the magazine of her carbine and replacing it with a new thirty-round clip immediately thereafter. "Someone across the street was shooting at it, but with rifle rounds that went right through it. We have stopping power though. Save your shotgun for when I slow it up, okay?"

[Unbelievably Majestic]

Luca Remas
What happens in the basement, stays in the basement. Okay Lori?

[11:35 A.M.] Cul-de-sac.

Despite the giant monster wolves hanging around like stink on a month old pair of sock, Luca was quite enjoying his time in the basement. It was his sacred zone. Just as his grandma didn't want anyone upstairs, he didn't want anyone downstairs. He thought about his grandma and her views on Madeline and Joe going upstairs. Luca shuddered. He'd only seen his grandma angry once before, when he flew a toy helicopter upstairs with a camera attached. He though he was being smart. He wasn't upstairs, so technically no rules were broken. Well, that was what he thought. Though he also thought he wouldn't get caught. When the camera had returned he was greeted with a photo of his grandmas angry face. And then he heard her slow, booming footsteps coming down the stairs. Chills of fear roll down his spine just from the memory.

Luca looked at the photos on his basement walls. They were absolutely cracking. His prized collection. They were banging against his brain with greatness. He could practically hear it. No. Wait. He could hear it. Luca turned around. The walls peeled away. Nearby a fat unicorn revealed itself to be a rhino in disguise. Even in the beautiful rose filled fields he could still hear the banging. Like a muffled bass drum thumping away. But then, just when he had come to accept that it was here to stay, the banging stopped. And a dreadful silence descended over the world.

Darkness began to roll over the meadows like fog. Soon it covered everything. It blackened the sunlight and all but blinded Luca. The darkness seemed to weigh down on him like he was carrying the weight of the sky. He became lost, crawling aimlessly amongst fields of rapidly wilting flowers. Occasionally he would hear a noise. It was distant at first but it was closing in. He recognized the noise to be footsteps as they drew nearer. But he couldn't figure out which direction they were coming from. They seemed to echo amongst the shroud of darkness. He tried to get away. He crawled as fast as he could. But he was getting tired. And the footsteps were still getting closer. His limbs refused to work anymore. He felt like he tied up. And still the footsteps drew closer. And closer. And they stopped. He tried to keep quiet. Not even a breath. He feared his heartbeat was pounding loud enough to give him away. He couldn't see anything. And then there was another step. Right in front of him. He peered upwards into the darkness ahead of him. All he could see was blackness. But he knew something was there. Looking at him. Thinking. Planning. Savoring the moment. Deciding what to do about him. The thing that came in the darkness. A dark blur seemed to lean down. It's mouth opened wide. It had no teeth. It was more like a black hole. A tongue extended and slowly licked Luca across his forehead. The being seemed to smile. Luca woke up.

He kept his eyes closed. If he was lucky the whole day will have been a dream. There would be no wolves. No guns. Nothing weirder than usual. He would wake up in his kitchen and prepare for school. He wished with all his might. He opened his eyes just in time to see Lori backing into the shadows. He felt that a comment was in order. Something witty. Something surprisingly profound. Something fitting. He went with a classic.

"Uuaarghh!"

[The Illuminati]

| SOUTH END
| Monday, 11:17 AM

"...we need to close the back door and be sure this thing is dead.” Ras bellowed at the lesser men and women around him. His strong, commanding voice would no doubt have given butterflies to the butterflies in Maddie's tummy.

The sound of his voice was even strong enough to revive the creature it seemed, causing it's large body to stir once more. Declared dead only moments before, it moved now with an unexpected explosion of strength as it suddenly raised itself up on it's six housefly-like legs. The sudden movement was enough to throw Ras behind it, and away from Ally. As the other broken survivors looked on in horror, out of the neck and shoulders of the creature two new heads emerged. Much less human, these two were both more snake- and insect-like in nature.

Red and black compound eyes now scanned the partly destroyed room, while a large mouth opened across what might be considered the creature's belly. From within this fanged maw, muscular tentacles shot out three at a time and pulled survivors to their doom. Luckily for Ras, he was in an excellent position to sneak up on the creature but he could only attack one head at a time.

Just then he heard Ally scream as a tentacle wrapped itself around her upper thigh and began pulling her towards the massive mouth. She had managed to reload the gun, but dropped it when she was suddenly grabbed. Holding on to the counter for dear life, the tip of the tentacle revealed itself to be a blind eel creature. Opening it's mouth, it quickly bit into Ally's leg causing her arms to loose strength. Ras' hands were also starting to fail him.

 
In the large dumpster behind Samuel Todd's supermarket, Deli was too busy going through his daily routine to notice the end of the world.

"Fingers... Hh-haahhvv! Five. F-Five? Eekeek! My HANDS!! T-two handssss...'Mazing, 'Mazing!!! Count them. O-one, Twoo!"

Just then there was a rustle outside the dumpster, loud enough to distract him from cutting his fingers to prove they were real. But how did he know the pain was real, and not all in his head? Before he could continue pondering this new thought, there was yet another rustle, followed by a strong bump.

It must have been the people who always came to take his bedding of trash! Without it, his matrass-dumpster would be too hard too sleep in. Deciding to try and talk them out of their madness, a man's waste bin was his castle afterall, he peaked out from under the lid to see a pair of fish-like eyes staring back at him.

 
| CUL-DE-SAC
| Monday, 11:36 AM

While the seven, now dead, monstrous wolves had moved together hoping to eliminate the obvious threats to their existences, the beta used that time to move through the other houses on the block and silently fill it's stomach with living human meat. Intelligent enough to silently enter each home and quietly devour most of the survivors, the creature managed to trigger a second evolution.

Now sporting a huge hump on it's left shoulder and bulletproof skin on it's back, the beta made it's way back to where it had previously encountered those annoying humans. The thing inside the hump hatched just as the beta witnessed the last of it's pack being murdered. The thing quickly moved up the side of the Remas house before vanishing from view, while the beta moved towards Maddie.

Crawling under a station wagon, the beta wolf flexed it's body and sent the car flying for Maddie before giving chase. That is, until it was shot several times in the back. Changing course as Maddie made it safely inside the Remas, the beta used another car as a shield before trying to get in range of Ashe. One well placed aim would end her annoyance existence.
 
Lori on the other hand was glad to see her pet wide awake and calling for help.

Edited by Black Lilith, 20 March 2014 - 12:11 PM.

[Spinne]

Supermarket Parking Lot Outskirts

 

Emile was ill-stocked and not prepared for more than a few days if she settled for starving. There was still time before her shift when she'd left her new place but she arrived at the parking lot dressed in uniform anyways. It would be easier, she rationalized, to avoid talking to people if they thought she was on duty.

 

There was a color to the world that she had missed. Slight deviations in the vibrant look of things that people who never traveled wouldn't be able to pick up on. Elements in the air, or the lack of those elements in the air, painted the intensity of scenes. There was a sort of foggy dullness, for example, to large cities full of smog,  towns in the middle of no where were more colorful and desert towns were tinted by grains of sand in the air.

 

Emile missed the subtle changes to the way things looked. The difference in the air that her nose had to adjust to, the passive sounds of people and animals that would inevitably dull into the back of her head. The only part that she was uncomfortable with was navigation. Even if she had set out a map to try and navigate everywhere she'd still get lost in her head. Highway hypnosis had a way of taking you past where you wanted to go in unfamiliar territory.

 

For that reason she never let her mind wander while she made her way to the supermarket on foot. She took in every sight and made mental notes of them. There was a stiff sort of boredom that came with this, and her mind constantly pricked at her to wander elsewhere. The entire process was constant effort and for that reason, upon her arrival here, it may be that she didn't initially register things as her mind finally did wander and the cars were just cars and the people were just people.

 

Spoiler

I didn't want to step on any toes or explicitly miss anything that was going on, so I figured this would be the safest way to play it.

[Faye]

| EMILY K. SCARLET
| School Infirmary, Monday, 9:55 AM

 

These things are not happening. None of it were real. Yes, after all, there is no way such an outbreak of deadly disease could happen. Viruses, too, are living being. They, just like any other life forms, would have wanted to live. Now, given the parasitic nature of theirs, this will to live would also translate into them wanting their hosts to continue living. After all, parasites could not live on without their hosts.

 

Surely enough, some viruses were unable to control their potency and ended up accidentally killing their hosts as they carelessly tried to procreate as fast as they could, but such an occurrence is rare and usually happened when the virus 'jumped' from a species to another. As time past by, they would learn to control themselves and turned 'docile', keeping their victims healthy enough for sustained survival, and indirectly ensuring their own survival in the long run.

 

Which is why the idea of viruses infecting and causing people to die in such a short span of two days is as absurd as it could get. There is no way a virus could successfully infect human beings, and evolved from being docile to deadly in just two days. No, that is against the very law of evolution itself. If the virus could infiltrate the human successfully without causing any problem to their hosts (while maintaining a healthy reproduction cycle), there is no reason for them to evolve to destroy their own home.

 

Which is why this is all but a dream, a nightmare born from watching one too many zombie movies. I would only need to wake up, and this deformed version of Gerard, the lively baseball ace of the fifth grade, that is licking my face with his abominable tongue would be gone in a blink of an eye. Nurse Corra would be waiting for me in the nurse room, ready to scold me for waking up late and my overall lack of discipline. Kev would came in with some wound he got from fighting the local thug on his way to the school. And the lazy boys would then appear at our door asking to spend some time sleeping in our beds till the dreaded math lesson ends.

 

---

 

Yet, no matter how hard she tried to wake up from her dream, her nightmare, K could not do so. The excruciatingly realistic nightmare kept on haunting her, not allowing her to wake up. If anything, it got worse. A new living corpse, Bobby, was thrown into the room. His head was a mess, as everybody could see his brain jutting out from the broken part of his skeleton. The perpetrator? Rick, the smiling paramedic.

 

Even worse, he drenched the zombies in something that appeared to be medical purpose alcohol, and threw a zippo lighter at them, effectively turning them into walking bonfires. Then, while staring at K's blank face, the medic closed the door separating himself from the mess he had caused, and locked it from his side.

 

That, no matter how rotten Rick was behind his smiling mask, would be unthinkable for him to do. No matter what, he is a paramedic. And as a paramedic, such a mistreatment to the living (and the dead as well) would be unacceptable; unethical, even. If this were really the reality, then the fact that she had shared the same profession with the sorry excuse of a human being, let alone giving him a certain degree of respect, would be enough to make K hate herself to death.

 

Still, she could not wake up. No matter how hard she tried to close and reopen her eyes, or even bite her tongue to snap herself awake, nothing would change. She was trapped in this dream, this nightmare. A hellish scenario where the one person she could consider as a mother was helplessly drowning in a puddle of blood and water; her friend was brutalized by a monstrous zombie; and where the one person she had considered as a rival she wanted to overcome had betrayed their oath to save the living, and degraded into a selfish coward that deserted her and some of the healthy ones in a closed room to die.

 

Then, a different emotion crept into her heart; an emotion so violent, so intense that she could almost feel her chest burning from within: anger. Anger so intense that she could no longer feel the heat that permeates from the two zombies' burning skin, and so violent that it blinded her eyes with white flames of rage. It was suffocating, as it was painful.

 

Yet, it was not enough. No, she had needed more adrenaline to be pumped into her bloodstream. She needed more fury, more rage to overcome the pain she had felt in her heart. As such, K let out a shrill and powerful cry. She forced her arms to raise against the binding that is the boy zombies' small arms. Burning flesh and muscles had made them weak, while hatred has made K strong. And thus, the result were clear: K had finally broken free from her captors.

 

"I am not afraid of you," she hissed angrily at the zombies, now having split chins as if they were lousily trying to imitate John Travolta.

 

Death scared her no more. Or rather, she had given up on living altogether. After all, life had done nothing but throw unhappiness upon unhappiness upon her. She was tired of it all. If that is how fate would love to play with her, then she would prefer to have her share of fun in this cruel game of life. She had nothing more to lose, and so much more to gain. And thus, she no longer fear the repercussion of her actions.

 

With a loud howl, K took a speedy step forward towards the two zombies, ready to lunge into them and onward to the broken windows. Then, as the zombies took a reactionary defensive stance, she turned and dashed away from them instead. Her goal was not to take out as many zombies as she could before dying. No, she was not that stupid. Her goal, was to take Kev and think of a way out together.

 

As such, she reached for her mace, and sprayed as much as its content as she thought necessary at the third zombies' face, and then proceed to snatch Kev away from him as he reached to his face in agony. With nowhere else to run, K took the dazed boy with her and headed towards the nurse's toilet room.

 

While broken, the door should gave them enough cover for a while if reinforced with pipes and whatnot they could salvage in there. If anything, it would be better than staying there in the open. After all, Kevin needed to recuperate, and K needed to ensure that Nurse Corra did not drown to her death. Anything else could wait after the three of them could regroup and think of a better plan to survive this mess.

 

[Crouching Bacon]

Rick's chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm as he beheld the hell he found himself in. He lifted the nearly empty flask of Ballantines' to his mouth and nearly took a sip to steady his nerves but stopped himself at the last moment. Who knew if those last few drops of good scotch would save his life again?

 

Then he realized he no longer had anything to make a fire with. Though the previous attempt at escape was successful, he lost his Zippo in his haste. It was a limited edition lighter, emblazoned with his name and an image of a dragon decked out in sapphire studs. The thing was worth a small fortune and Rick wasn't quite sure he wanted to let it go. The girls seemed to think it was sexy, the way the blue dragon glinted under the lights of Joe's bar as he lit their cigarettes.

 

"Fuck this," he thought as he screwed the flask's cap shut. "Might need it to make another fiery cocktail later... There's also those three people in there. I guess the zombies could be distracted by them at the very least. If they're still alive... that's just a bonus, I guess."

 

The paramedic turned and ran back to the nurse's office, slamming the door open with his body. The sheer force almost propelled him into the room as the door was dislodged from its hinges.

 

"What the hell? Where's..."

 

His eyes drifted to the comfort room. The door was shut; Rick guessed as much that the trio were there. Luckily his lighter was near a downed zombie, so he quickly swiped it. The other fiend seemed to be in pain; the scent of pepper spray burned the air along with the reeking stench of cooked flesh.

 

"Time to play hero. Heh. Though... I can't open the door just yet. I have to make sure they're all right and not one of the crazies yet."

 

With all the strength he could muster, he knocked at the bathroom door and yelled at its occupants, keeping an eye on the foul creatures. Their eyes never left him either, glaring at him with abyssmal hunger.

 

"Anybody who's in there, open up! We have to head to the principal's office!"

 

Though his voice sounded calm, the man was ready to bolt if those things acted on their hunger.

Edited by Captain Sciutto, 18 March 2014 - 01:45 PM.

[Führer Itulhu]

As Kevin smashed through the door his assistant had rampaged and threw him across the room, before he could react he slammed against the wall and everything went black, as everything went black a hand appeared within the darkness. It was the same hand that would appear in his dreams, it would torment Kev and he would have a thirst for violence every time he awoke.

 

Kevins eyes slowly opened to the madness, everything felt so unrealistic, his eyesight was hazy and he could barely move his body. He saw the jaw of the one who threw him tear open to widen, but it just felt so unreal could it all just be a dream? no he couldn't try to escape reality now. Kev then tried to stand up but fell back down just before feeling something drip onto his face, he then turned his head to see the doctor guy grabbing a lighter, lighting it, and throwing it.

"w-what are you doing?" Kevin tried to speak but could barely make words form, he then realized what he was doing as the student went up in flames.

The doctor then proceeded to try and make his escape, and as he did Kevin glared, it was a glare he only gave once before,pure hate, disgust and more would be visible on his face. If Kevins normal glare scared people maybe this glare was more better considered the devil looking into your soul, if the doctor saw this face he would've probably reacted to it, but he didn't as he closed the door and left them for dead.

 

"d-damn....you...when i see you....i will..." Kevin was still having trouble speaking but clear hate was in his tiny voice, his eyes wandered and he saw Shorty, she was still pinned. Kevin tried to stand again but to no avail and fell. DAMN IT MOVE He screamed to himself.

"I am not afraid of you," 

Kevin then heard shorty his and go berserk on the zombie students, before she ran over and dragged Kev to the toilets.

"...damn, sorry... i couldn't help you shorty..... but damn your surprisingly strong for being so small" Kevin tried joking a bit but coughed up blood as soon as he finished. Trying to stand again Kev used the broken door for support and slowly made it over to the sink and splashed water over his face.

"why is this happening damn it, i was finally about to take my car out offroading again this weekend, damn it all to hell" as Kevin spoke near about nonsense he resisted the urge to punch the mirror. He stood there staring at himself for a minute regaining his strength before he heard a voice.

 

"Anybody who's in there, open up! We have to head to the principal's office!"

 

Before Kevin could even think his body reacted, he moved what was helping hold part of the broken door shut and opened it, as he opened it he threw a punch at the doctors face and straight after it connected he grabbed the doctor by the collar and pulled him into the room before forcing it all shut again.

 

"bastard, your lucky i only punched you once, now help Shorty with the nurse before i end your life before the zombies even get to you" Clear anger was in his voice as he had grabbed the doctor by the collar again before letting go after speaking,

"and if you ever do something that puts Shorties life in such danger again i will fucking end your life" Kevin may have been near out cold before but he could tell K was much closer to the rushy started fire than he was.

[nevernown]

Daniel Asher Ben-Joshua

[South End]

[11:20 AM]

 

It seemed as though the gruesome events af that morning would not stop with just a simple killing of the three fiends. No save haven. Some of the people began to think that all the people who had fallen ill, did not have the flu. No, the illness came too sudden, and it came the morning that all other whacky stuff happened.

Daniel could hear some healthy people whisper to eachother.

"Don't you think it's suspicious? All those sick people?"

"Maybe we should just, you know, kill them?"

 

But that was not the first concern now. The first concern lay splattered all over the floor, and some bits of this concern also found their way to the ceiling. It looked kind of like his buddy Frank Sandecker after the poor sod stepped on a homebrewn landmine.

They had found him after a scream from the far corner of the supermarket, where a group of people had retreated to find some medicine and other helpful things. Luckily, the group had their eyes open and they had seen the cause, the thing that once was Mrs. Maybles. Less fortunate were their deviating statements.

 

"I'm asking again, guys, she can't have gone three ways.. .are you guys absolutely sure?"

Daniel did his best to not sound agitated. These people were too scared to take that.

All three of the witnesses nodded.

"Then I will have to make a descision, I cannot ask you people to search the other places. The deputies need to save their ammo too, and I want them to gard the ill people."

He noticed a blink in some people's eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, I heard your concern. I can't just ignore it, even if it proves false."

 

He looked over to the bakery, the freezers and the lounge, and then at the Doctor.

"Doc, I need someone to bounce ideas off of. just lend me your ear for a while."

He then put up three fingers.

"The lounge is a good place for us to stay, but it has no special attraction that I can think of. But both the freezers and the bakery have food that will attract us, which makes it good hunting ground - forgive me the phrasing -  so the lounge is out for now."

one finger went down, two to go.

"Then it's the bakery or the freezer. If we assume that these fiends are smart predators, then they probably want to stay warm for movement convenience, so I'll ignore the freezers for now too."

One more finger went down. Daniel pointed his remaining index finger at the bakery.

"I want three firemen with me, and anyone that wants to help. The rest of you stay all together in a group, and keep an eye on the ill people."

 

Unfortunately, the lounge was no longer a place to stay for the group that stood behind, until they were really sure where Maybley was, so the staying group just settled down in the liquor part of the store, a bit away from the dangerous places, and with enough "cure" for shock close by.

The search party slowly made their way to the bakery, hoping they had guessed right.

[The Illuminati]

| PHILIPSBURG
| Monday, 10:00 AM
 
As the monsters burned uncontrollably, their infected flesh feeding the flames that consumed them, they began throwing themselves desperately at the walls and floors in order to put the flames out. A few went out the broken window and set those below on fire as well. The resulting flames were like a living creature the way it moved through the mutated crowd and ate everything flammable within reach.
 
Because of the earlier stampede, many of the nearest fire hydrants had been knocked over. With the water pressure now drastically lowered, the school's sprinklers did little to douse the raging inferno that was quickly devouring the building. All of the monsters inside the school had now been turned into walking kindling by the intense heat. The surviving students and teachers quickly made their way to the principal's office. Now it was just up to Rick, Kev, Nurse K, and Nurse Corra to get there as well.
 
 
| SOUTH END
| Monday, 11:35 AM
 
After taking, and retaking the witnesses' statements, Dan decided he needed someone to listen to him while he made a desicion that could likely cost people their lives. Mrs. Mabley wasn't as simple as the other fiends had been. And his gut was telling him that she wouldn't be as easy to defeat either. Despite her humanoid shape, she had already managed to avoid being shot at close range before scaling the supermarket's walls and vanishing. But who could he turn to..? As his eyes scanned the faces in the lounge, only one person seemed to stand.
 
"Doc," he called to Doctor Gong-Li. "I need someone to bounce ideas off of."
 
"Crystal, please..." she replied, before walking over. She hated shouting across open spaces, but desperate times... Once they were standing side-by-side, Dan continued.
 
As it turned out, he hadn't called her over for a medical opinion. Instead, Dan just needed someone to stand there and look pretty. Sadly, Doctor Gong-Li was more than used to this sort of treatment. Straightening her back, and raising her chin like she had taught her daughter, the doctor listened wordlessly as Dan worked his way through the different possibilities. Half-way through his monologue, he accidentally elbowed the doctor's left breast but said nothing. This too, she was all too used to. When he was finally finished...
 
 
"I want three firemen with me, and anyone that wants to help. The rest of you stay all together in a group, and keep an eye on the ill people."
 
...he dismissed her without so much as a backward glance.
 
Taking another fifteen minutes to move everyone out of the lounge and into one of the isles, since Mrs. Mabley was spotted heading for the lounge, Dan and his group of ten strong headed for the mini bakery inside the supermarket.
 
The place looked utterly deserted, but Dan and the other nine could smell fresh bread being baked. Was someone still working inside? Dan was about to call them out when Mrs. Mabley stepped behind the small counter with a warm tray of freshly baked bread.
 
"Why, hullo ya'll! If I'd have known guests were'a coming, I would have prettied myself up a bit for ya'll," she smiled at them as a torrent of black blood flowed past her yellow teeth.
 
"Now, who wants to be eaten first?" she asked before jumping over the counter and ripping the throat out of one of the men. This she regurgitated over one of the baked breads, and began eating.
 
"Mmm!! You know, for the life of me, I could never eat meat without a little piece of bread. Anyone want a bite?"

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

| South End

 

| Benedikt Rasmussen

 

As if it was outlandish already, Ras had underestimated the will to survive of the creature beneath him. Before the hopeless people could gather up to help him, it pushed itself up from sheer willpower and lobbed Ras over itself. He landed on his right arm and the shock was enough to roll the nailer away from him. The bleeding and the pain was having its effect now as he hallucinated a bit. The form of a lovely young girl with bright red hair coming into view. She was placed in a beautiful ebony coffin as marks of blades were evident on her dressed and cleaned body. Natalya Veranova was a woman that loved him deeply. Though she prayed for his safe return daily, little did she hope that the rebels will target her to break the man.

 

Kidnapped from her flat in Volga, she was brutalized and raped for days before being hacked to pieces and sent in a box to Lt. Col. Benedikt Mithrokhin the man behind the Chechen crack down and broke him they did. If the numb look and voiceless shadow was any surprise at her funeral, it was but a calm before the storm. Having lost his meaning of existence he pushed himself deeper in the burgeoning turmoil. Till his acts of brutality were barely being masked by the government. He was given early retirement, a new name and resettled far away from his homeland. But bad luck seems to have finally made its way across the mighty oceans. He had dared to love again and now it was all being taken from him again. He could only swipe at the empty air as the coffin closed and got covered with dirt. Her smile haunting him, his failings clawing at his sanity.

 

It all broke with a loud scream, Ally, his friend was in danger. From the corner of his eye he caught the sight of her hands going limp. The snake like scorpion fiend was devouring the remnants with renewed vigor. Two more insectoid heads spawning on its shoulders. Ras looked around him to find a work-axe lying amid the rubble. Gingerly waking up he grasped it with both hands. Jolts of pain shooting upward from his right hand and trickles of blood flowing down the same. With a herculean heave he picked up the axe and swung it with all his strength "Yaaarrrgh!!" loping clean the side head of the monster and burying the axe deep in the bolted head. He dived at the gun from over its bleeding shoulder and turned to face it.

 

A maw at its abdomen had sprouted what looked like eels and one of them had grabbed a solid bite of Ally's calf. Steadying himself as the fiend moved around a bit, he placed his bloody hand under his left to hold the gun steady. This was no Wesson 500, nor an Eagle but the M had served the US military good thus it was good enough for him. He had held a gun with an intent to kill after a decade now and the situation seem to warrant letting loose his false mask. With a well placed shot he tore the tentacle grabbing Ally, it's teeth still stuck in her leg but its body blasted in two by the 45 slug. He held the gun at the other head and fired again. 

 

For Fuck's sake die now!!

Edited by Diabolical Rhapsodii, 19 March 2014 - 06:19 AM.

[I-Am-X]

South End Forest

Monday

 

With his last shot, Gorilla managed to nail a perfect shot on Sammy's heart which seemingly exploded in his chest causing blood out of his eyes, mouth and ears as he landed awkwardly onto his side. That was some shot...A lucky shot but a good one. she looked on impressed. Though her eyes quickly widened when she saw that, not only was he alive but rolled over and was slowly dragging himself towards the police car. Seriously?! After all that? As he stopped, with what looked like the last of his strength, glared into the Riyon's eyes before finally collapsing into a pool of orange blood. Cautious, she slowly walked over to the body. "Orange blood, huh? Interesting..." Saying as she gave the body a nice kick to see if he was truly dead or not. So he's actually dead for real this time...hmm.

 

Looking at gorilla, "About damned time you Ape..." She paused as Dreyar froze, quickly crouching down to avoid getting kicked in the crotch and putting up a guard anticipating a savage pummeling but Riyon Continued talking, "Normally I'd be angry about your fuck up, but in the end you managed to get him off me and put him down, but we don't have any time to lose, so, you have my thanks." Gorilla, frozen in shock, was left speechless and punched himself in the crotch to see if this was for real. After all, him freezing up caused the mess, so naturally, he feared for his life. "However, you fuck up like that again, you won't get off so easy. Understood?" Gorilla, Rapidly nodding, placed his gun back into its holdster. "Anyway, take what you can from the trunk and we'll head off to the supermarket."

 

"The Supermarket? Why there?" Pausing for effect, "Remember the call from earlier? Well, before we were cut off, seems something was going on over there. A body.Screams. And given what we just went through, I can only assume that there's more of these things milling about somewhere." Pointing at Sammy's corpse. "And just what we need, fighting more of them... Who knows how many there are or whatever the fuck strange shit is happening. While resting may be the smarter thing to do, we've only got 2 deputies over there and there's no way they'll be able to fend'em all off alone let alone save anyone." Walking towards the trunk, she takes out a Saiga-12 Tactical shot gun, loads and tosses it to Gorilla. "Here, Think Fast." Lost in thought, it hits him in the head as he falls to the ground and starts rolling around. "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" he whines.

 

Narrowing her eyes, she face palms and shakes her head before throwing a spare cartirdge at him. "STOP OVER-REACTING!!" she yelled. Wallowing on the ground, he sits up and starts rubbing his head. "She could've at least kissed my boo-boo... So much for thanks..." he muttered to himself quitely. Glaring at him while cracking her knuckles, "....What did you say?!" Kowtowing rapidly immediately. "I Said nothing! I'm sorrrrry!!!" I swear I'm dealing with a 12 year old here... With a sigh, she turned back towards the trunk and picks out a M4A1 automatic rifle before grinning as she loads it up. Gorilla, looking on, starts getting nervous. Just how in the hell did she manage to get these kind of weapons....or who in their right mind would allow her to have them?

 

As Riyon is distracted stuffing ammunition into a duffle bag, seeming all tooo happy about it, Gorilla takes the chance to sneak over to where Mrs. Daniel's corpse layed. Surprisingly... the top half is still remained... Opening her mouth, he looked side-to-side before he reached for his pants, but that's when a bullet whizzed past him and into the head of her corpse as he turns pale. Turning around, Riyon stood there with the rifle aimed at him at he shrieked and started blubbering for him to be spared. "First Lori...Now her..." she glared, eyes twitching in irritation before tossing him the duffle bag, which Gorilla, now paying full attention, barely manages to catch . "You're lucky we're in a grave situation you shameless bastard, or I wouldn't hesitate to shoot you. No" Saying that after you shot someone already dead...

 

Slinging the rifle over her neck, "There's only about 5 rounds for each along with 2 thermites. It goes without saying but because it's you, do make them count ok?. We can't be running out in the middle of a horde of freaks, should it come to it.....What?" As gorilla stares blankly at her, "Ummm, Sheriff.... Just how did you get these weapons and how...." Turning around, she starts walking towards the exit of the forest before waving her hand. "Not important, now move your ass primate." Scrambling, he straps the duffle bag to his bag, slings the saigia-12 over his neck and runs after Riyon.

 

"Say....... Doesn't Emile live the closest to the Supermarket?" Riyon asked Gorilla as she came to a stop. Stopping as he thought about it... "Emile.... Emile...." As the picture of a blonde came to him, the picture he saw off the file that the Sheriff showed him when informing him of a new transfer....and how a more useful deputy was getting transfered to sanctuary. How could I forget, she kept cracking comments about me getting fired that I spent that I couldn't sleep...Gorilla, remembering his fond memories crying at the bar as he kept downing drink after drink before snapping back to reality, as his mood changed again. "Ahhhhh, yes! Boobs! She had a ni-" he soon found himself getting hit in the face with the butt of her gun. While she knew what he was going to say next and agreed with him, it' just wasn't what she had asked. Whimpering, "I mean, yes, she lives close to the supermarket." Turning back around and picking up her pace, "Good. Now move your ass or I'm leaving you here so you can chat it up with Sammy."

 

 

 

South End, Supermarket

11:25 am

 

As they finally got into sight, Riyon noticed a familar sight. It was their latest recruit, Emile Sonnet. She was one of those closed book types, well, she seemed that way when Riyon went to see her and helped get her settled in. Though, she did seem to try to avoid talking to her unless it was something work related. Which was something Riyon appreciated given what she was dealt it... Glacing annoyingly at Gorilla as he returned a confused look. Moron. When she looked back towards Emile she could see a creature coming from behind her, she yelled out to her, "Behind you!! Emile!!" not sure if she hasn't noticed them or if she's doing it on purpose.

 

Without wasting anymore time, she fired a few rounds up the creatures spinal column before landing 2 in the head. As she and Gorilla ran up to her, she stomped down on the creatures neck before firing a burst at her heart, not taking any chances if the thing was anything like sammy. Turnings towards Emile and smiling, "So, how are you finding Sanctuary so far?"

[The Illuminati]

| SOUTH END

| Monday, 11:37 AM

 

As Ras unloaded the devastating .45 slugs into the poor, defenseless creature, it's large body recoiled violently as unnatural screams ripped out of every conceivable orifice. But with no place for it to escape to quickly, the dying creature was forced to thrash around helplessly in the small space.

 

Like a headless worm, it flopped back and forth before finally ending it's rampage by crashing through the front of the furniture store, tearing down the security fence with it's sheer bulk. It's large tail was still blocking the exit. The remaining survivors would need a new place to hide and rest, but there was time to collect weapons and supplies before the gunfire outside attracted more fiends

 

Out in the forest, the corpse of Sammy began to move again. It's open wounds had attracted a large flock of crows, who now feasted on the abundant flesh. Greedily working their way through the flesh like penguins swimming through water, the the corpse one last bit of life-like movement. All too soon, like the wolves, the one hundred crows would start mutating and set off in search of human prey.