Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
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Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Feb 22, 2010 22:03:55 GMT
Contrary to popular idea, the 21st of December 2012 wasn't the end of the world. In fact, it just resulted in a few more suicides than normal, and some people acting stranger than usual. It wasn't the end of the world.. maybe it should've been. Humanity is always thriving, always moving, and this is the same to apply to the city of London, surely?
The past few weeks have seen it at a standstill. London has been dead, as well as its inhabitants. Well.. dead to an extent.
Zombies, a funny word, one we all laugh at and play mindless games decapitating or shooting the undead hordes. Gain points and little titles for our success at killing some virtual monsters. A creature, arms stretched out, which Michael Jackson once made into a creature of dance.
No, Zombies used to be funny as a child. Before June 2014, we could laugh at the very thought of zombies. Now.. who was there to laugh with?
London is completely overrun with these creatures. The disease spread through contact with infected liquid (be it blood, water or even sweat) and takes only a few minutes to kick in. They're only distinguishable by the tiny detail of lack of pupils, just solid white eyes giving an eerie feel. They either walk staggered like your cult film, or sprint like some predatory beast from hell. Just can't tell, and they're just clutching to dive in and rip you to shreds either way.
What about the rest of Britain? No idea.. the military have such a tight grip on quarantining London that nobody knows whats going on inside or outside London. Nobody goes in, nobody leaves, thats how its been since the first outbreak of infection in June.
The few survivors fight for their lives in the torn city. Riots broke out initially but only ruin remains. Some groups of survivors are helpful, willing to allow members in, and hold the moral values of any human beings. With the lack of law and justice though, some survivors are criminal bandits, seeking only self-satisfaction and surviving another day, disregarding others. Few are immune to infection, called carriers, who hold the disease but show no distinction. They present a hazard as they can infect survivors without even knowing themselves.
The London area is a crazy fight for survival, and the boundaries are so military protected, anybody is shot on sight. Only those who are prepared, those who have the skill to, and are as lucky as sin, may survive to see the outcome of this terrible, terrible infection.
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The circuitboard city London still must flow, as the London Eye had its lights on tonight. Big Ben eerily loomed over the empty street, the only thing in it were a few parked cars and a fistful of corpses. The cold waters of the Thames were the only sounds of the night, except maybe an alarm in the distance and footsteps very very far away.
Through the scope of his sniper rifle, Joe could see what used to be shops and tourist sights. They were now smashed glass and metal shutters. He watched a staggering character move along the riverside, nearly passing under a bridge by the Eye. Not whilst Joe was there. The bullet passed clean through the head, and instantly killed the figure, be it zombie or human.
Joe had to look out for himself, not others. He was a Camden Shopkeeper, selling bongs and funny t-shirts before the outbreak, and now it'd all gone down the line. He managed to flee to a five-star hotel which had nobody in, they'd all fled with their rich arses, and barricaded himself in a room with a view. Food, Clean bottled water, Pot and Alcohol. That's all he needed, and what he had. Trusty sniper and a fair amount of ammo were just optional, as well as a 9mm which he could take with him when he went out for supplies. He'd been out three days ago, managed to raid a Tesco Metro, one of those middle-sized ones, and kept himself stocked up.
Joe was a bit of a pothead come to think of it. He was white, with blonde dreadlocks and usually wore a bandana with printed cannabis leaves on it. He favoured a black vest top and exposed his tribal arm tattoos. He was one of those to wear shorts and sandals in any weather conditions. It didn't matter who judged him now, most of 'em were infected anyways.
He took a hit of his joint, embraced the intake, let it hit his head, and then began to use his sniper scope again. He looked around intently.. a figure!
He pressed his finger against the trigger, but stopped. It was definitely a human, and he didn't want to waste any more ammo by shooting innocents.
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
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Post by Andaru on Feb 23, 2010 18:31:27 GMT
The figure stumbled as he walked. It was obvious he was limping, and his left leg was heavily bandaged. He wore jeans that were torn and ragged, and his shirt was plastered with blood. Not much could be seen of his face, for it was concealed beneath his hood.
He has been drawn to the sound of gunfire, he knew that if anyone saw him he may be shot on sight, but he had to take that chance. He would not last much longer on his own. He was desperate.
Suddenly as he crept closer to the source of the shooting, he heard an all too familiar sound racing towards him...
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Feb 23, 2010 23:13:22 GMT
The human who had been spared from Joe ran, ran in a perfectly acceptable manner. He sprinted, towards a smashed in shop. Sprinting at incredible speed, but not fast enough.
They got him, and screams echoed throughout London as he was tore apart. His flesh a feast, and they had finished him as quickly as they hunted him down. Joe shot a few of 'em dead, but they scattered out of the view of his sniper rifle.
"Pah, food break. Getting the munchies." He laughed to himself, as he placed his rifle down and took another hit of weed from the joint. He opened his fridge and found a microwave meal in tact. A burger, tasted like rubber, but nourishment either way. He decided it would be satisfactory. In the ninety seconds it would take, he looked out again.
Another figure. Limping. Hood up. Covered in blood.
"Gotcha now you undead son uva-"
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
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Post by Andaru on Feb 25, 2010 17:12:45 GMT
He had hidden just in time. The sound of the approaching horde had made him dive behind a car, it had been just then that he had noticed the other man further down the street.
"That guy didn't have a chance..." He thought to himself. They were upon him faster that anything he had seen before. It was strange, it was as if they were becoming faster and stronger every day. Or maybe it was just that he was becoming more weary, he had traveled for days without proper breaks.
It was best that he sit down and stay still for a few moments, he was shaken and out of breath. This had been one of his closest encounters. Next time might not be so lucky. Noticing his leg was getting gradually worse he sighed. If he didn't find help soon he would surely meet his end.
After a few moments he got back up and continued moving down the street steadily, not daring to move to fast in case he alerted anyone to his whereabouts.
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Feb 25, 2010 23:59:41 GMT
Joes finger lay on the trigger, ready to click, ending the limping mans life. He licked his lips, squinted.
BEEP! BEEP!
He shot, but it went a little skewiff and he wasn't so sure where it went. He turned round, his microwave meal had completed its circular dance around the inside of the appliance. He sighed, removed it, and ate it, whilst drinking a budweiser which tasted flat.
He remembered the pre-infection days, clearly and vividly imagining his store, thriving with customers. His sister, only just finishing her time in high school. Where would she be? His family, where were they? The store now most likely a desecrated looters den.
London was in ruin. Doomed. He knew this would be it for months on end, unless the military came to save him. Unlikely.
He looked out again, and noticed the figure had dissappeared. Not been shot though, no body. He cursed, ashamed of letting it get away, and then chewed on his barely edible burger.
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
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Post by Andaru on Feb 26, 2010 7:08:52 GMT
*The man cursed to himself*
A bullet had been fired at him, it had hit the windscreen of a car he was walking behind. He stopped for a moment praying no-one else had realized where the load noise of the breaking window had come from.
However this wasn't to be his lucky day, the horde of zombies that had moments ago torn another man to shreds with razor sharp fangs and almost demonic strength were now staring straight toward him.
He knew his chances of surviving now were over, but he wouldn't just stand there and wait for them. He made his choice, he turned around and ran down a road he had passed. His leg threatening to betray him and end his life at any moment.
Still he ran as best he could, now only a miracle would save him.
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Post by Taya on Feb 26, 2010 7:15:04 GMT
Marian Reynolds certainly never pictured her future like this. She had been in her last year of Uni when the Infection hit. Her major had been Humanities, though her main focus was fencing and marksmanship. Olympic dreams passed her by in the 2012 London games when she failed to make the home nation's team. But Marian hadn't given up and it was a lucky thing she didn't. Marian never dreamed she'd ever have a practical use for her craft.
Her old life now seemed like a fading dreams as her leather boot turned over her latest kill. Satisfied, that it was actually dead, Marian sheathed her boot dagger. Reality, found the 23 year old hunting for the Infected, food and supplies. Hardened green eyes peered out from her brown patchwork leather full length hooded coat and over the leather face shield that covered her mouth and nose. And thanks to her leather gloves, patched jeans and dark shirt, Marian's only exposed was her eyes and forehead.
Not seeing any others, Marian turned to disposal. Using a knife and a bit of flint, she lit the corpse just as she heard the shots ring in the distance. In a flash, Marian had pulled out two hand guns from the armory she wore and was running towards the sound. If shots were being fired, it meant a survivor and an Infected. No matter the outcome, she would be needed.
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Feb 26, 2010 9:16:03 GMT
Joe vomitted a little more than usual, the after-effect he sometimes had of being high and eating. It mellowed him a little, and he wiped saliva off his lips. He sat there a little, intently thinking of the past few years, how London's tourist boom of 2012 had made him a wealthier man, and then how it all crashed in an event like this. The first news reports were suspicions. Then there were confirmations. Then there was nothing, as London was isolated from the outside world.
He got up, washed his face in the porcelain sink. Despite the five-star hotel room he had been lavishly enjoying, it felt just like any shelter, nothing special - and the swiss chocolates of the bed weren't exactly appetizing.
He observed the night sky above London, ocassionally seeing a jetstream from a plane, but those grew few and far between nowadays, and were definitely too high for Heathrow or Gatwick. Looking down in the previous area, he saw that same hooded bloodied man running in a limping manner.
"A running zombie's always good game." he smiled, pulling his bandana back a little. But then he saw the man was not predator, but prey. It was only coincidence he looked zombie-like, as the undead didn't feast on the undead. A swarm, a horde, filled the street, chasing behind this struggling character. Joe swore under his breath, and then reloaded his rifle aiming to take a few out.
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Post by Mr Spock on Feb 26, 2010 13:11:07 GMT
"Fucking retard!"
As the creatureseapproached the injured man, much more precise shots rang out from close behind him. Behind a car crouched a figure and at this point she launched forward with her two pistols.
The figure was clearly female: dressed all in black, close-fitting wear. She took many, many shots, moving forward until she was in front of the man.
"Move or die, cripple." she said authoritavely, glancing back at him only briefly before taking more shots at the beasts.
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Post by Taya on Feb 26, 2010 16:23:27 GMT
More shots and Marian could see why. Someone was trying to get away from a horde. Well she wasn't going to sit idly by and watch them get eaten. So she began to empty her magazines into the Horde from behind.
"Come on, get out of there." She whispered to herself as she took down another one.
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Post by Mr Spock on Feb 26, 2010 16:43:34 GMT
With the two shooters, the Infected were gone within seconds. The girl in black moved her gun almost instantly to the figure of Marian, before acknowledging her and dropping her gun a little.
"It's you, Marian. Good. I was gonna shoot you, an all."
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Post by Taya on Feb 26, 2010 17:08:11 GMT
"Well, thanks for that Amy." Marian said holstering her guns. She began to pile the bodies of the Infected to burn. After getting the makeshift pyre lit, Marian threw her soiled gloves on the pyre as well and pulled on a fresh pair. "Alright, oi, let's get a look at that leg of yours."
Marian reached under her coat and pulled out some precious disinfected water and a bandage. It was always hard to part with supplies but this was the reason they needed them. "Amy, you're better than me at this. Do you want to take a go at it?"
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Post by Mr Spock on Feb 26, 2010 18:56:28 GMT
"Not particularly, but I will do. Come 'ere, Cripple." she gestured to the injured man, before glancing up at Joe's building top. "Just give me one minute."
She stood and walked towards the building, so she was in the middle of the road, then shouted. "OI! DON'T BE FUCKING SHOOTING AT FUCKING PEOPLE! Jesus alive!" Feeling satisified, she returned to Marion, taking a bag off her shoulders effortlessly and holstering one gun.
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Feb 26, 2010 19:27:28 GMT
Annoying whore in black. He scoped in, planned to execute the mouthy bitch. Then a coughing fit overtook him, coughing up a bit more burger. He blamed the pot, then looked again. Empathy whooshed over him, and he decided to spare her.
However, he wouldn't go down and meet them. He was safe in his apartment. He spat, and then stopped.
A thud. Two thuds.
The plaster on the wall cracked slightly, fracturing the paint. He swore a few times, and realized some of the richies hadn't fled. He grabbed his 9mm and pointed it. Then gulped, as a good ten of the undead beasties flung themselves through the fractured wall. He swore loudly, grabbed a ten bag, a box of ammo and disinfected water. He flung through the barricade into the hotel corridor, and ran as zombies sprinted after him at ridiculous speeds.
Karma, fucking Karma was all Joe could say as he moved his drug-influenced bones through the abandoned hotel.
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
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Post by Andaru on Feb 28, 2010 13:34:55 GMT
"Hey, not so tight!" Amy had begun bandaging up his leg, but she was very vicious and didn't really care how much pain she caused the man.
After she had finished the man stood, testing the support he now had on his leg. "Thank you, both of you. If you guys didn't come along i suppose there wouldn't be much left of me right now."
"Oh, where are my manners? The names Robert." he said, feeling slightly awkward at how much he now owed them for saving him.
"I've been trying to find other survivors for days now, i was at a train station when a load of them came running in. It was a god awful mess. Then about a day ago i was walking down the street passed a couple of bodies when one of them reached out and scratched my leg. Guess I'm one of the lucky ones that can't get infected eh?" The man laughed nervously, hoping they would not just leave him here now that they had saved him.
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