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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 26, 2014 21:32:44 GMT
Henry nodded. "Alright, that's a good plan," he said and he turned to face Brian. "You want to go in first or shall I do the honours?"
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Post by Andaru on Jan 26, 2014 21:57:33 GMT
"Be my guest, you can check if it's safe for me to go in. If you die I know that I need to use a different door." He gave a slight smile, he wasn't sure how much he was joking here. He'd never liked hospitals, least of all when there were dead people in it. __________________________________________________________
Greg panted after that little bit of excitement, he turned to see some of the other members of the group had joined in beating the undead. There were only 4 others aside from Lee, Heather and Charlie but they'd done well.
"Good job guys. Shall we keep moving then?"
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 26, 2014 22:01:35 GMT
Henry let the corner of his mouth lift in a tight smile. "Alright," and he pushed on the door. It opened easily enough and he stepped through the door, golf club raised. A walker tried to crawl towards him, its legs trapped and mangled in a wheelchair. He stepped around it and kept his eye on a zombie that was slowly walking towards him.
He took a tighter hold of the golf club, took two large steps and swung. It hit the zombie in the head, sending it to the ground. He swung again and a spray of brain matter and blood hit his pants and shirt. He sighed and nodded to Brian. "Come on."
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Post by Tonks on Jan 26, 2014 23:09:15 GMT
Heather had been covering Charlie's ears so that he wouldn't wake up to the noise. Thankfully he managed to sleep through the whole thing, the poor boy was so tired. Heather stood when it was over and looked at the people around her.
"Thank you. Really, thank you." She felt useless, she was nothing but a hindrance to these people.
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Post by Playle on Jan 27, 2014 23:04:28 GMT
Lee kept checking the horizon for any sign of Beth or the undead following her. She had gained some ground because he couldn’t even hazard a guess as to where she might’ve got with them. He had to hope she was alright, had to hope that her plan was working. She was always athletic; it was common for her to be out on morning jogs when Lee was still recovering from the night before. It could hopefully be that her running skills would help her now. She would be back at the camp, of course she would. Beth had got this far, she would make it through diverting one group of zombies.
Behind him were the remaining survivors from Sawbridgeworth. The heavily pregnant woman had made it this far, she was a trooper. Especially with that disabled kid too. Greg seemed sound, and he would fit into the camp’s rota of jobs easy enough. The other survivors seemed to be confused and scared like most people were in this world. True, they had no idea what Little Hadham had in store. In this apocalyptic world, trust was not easy. Lee just knew that they would feel better, secure and happier once they were in the camp.
They kept on trudging northwards through the August heat.
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“This must be it,” George said to himself as he reached the rear of the hospital. The big green metal doors, the “Keep Out!” signs, the faint hum of the electrics inside. It was the generator which powered this place. Only it was nowhere near as loud a buzzing hum as it should have been. His electronics abilities from university wouldn’t exactly make him able to understand the ins and outs of this generator. He could have a damn good go at it though, just to light up the inners of the hospital.
Poppy’s whimpering and barking caught George’s attention. He leaned down and gave the Labrador a tickle behind her ear. She had her tail between her legs and it was the most scared George had seen the poor pooch. She couldn’t decide whether she was angry or upset or terrified. He tried rubbing the dog’s belly, scruffing her neck, patting her head. Poppy just remained agitated, and George figured the electricity must be scaring her. He left the dog outside, prying open the green metal doors and entering the generator room.
He let as much sunlight as he could in, but the generator was still hard to make out since it was at the back of this room. He could’ve done with that torch right now. Poppy’s whimpering faded away as the sound of the humming generator got louder. George spent ten seconds eyeing up some of the more obvious faults, and then carefully began to move some of the wires and connections about. He feared being shocked, but he avoided rookie mistakes. With the flick of a switch, his handiwork came to life. The generator buzzed at full capacity, illuminating the hospital with emergency lighting and brightening up the rooms.
The loud hum of the generator had long drowned out the sound of Poppy’s barks and whimpers. It also had drowned out the approaching footsteps and the gurgling groans. George turned around a second too late, as the long deceased man sunk his teeth into the student’s forearm.
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Post by Andaru on Jan 29, 2014 3:36:59 GMT
Brian moved slowly into the hospital after Henry keeping an eye out for anything moving that wasn't them. It was then that the generator kicked in and the hospital illuminated casting an eerie glow over everything in it. Not being able to see was scary but seeing the mess that had become of this place might have been scarier still.
"Shall we start searching or wait for George?"
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 29, 2014 9:22:47 GMT
Henry kept his eyes forward and shook his head. "The sooner we're out of here the better." With the rate the world was deteriorating, if you wanted to survive you had to keep moving. Hanging around only attracts more zombies, especially if you're left out in the open like they were.
"Let's just grab what we can and leave." He edged forward, thankful that George had gotten the lights running. This way, not much would be a surprise.
A hand grabbed his foot and he jumped, swung the club down and hit the offending zombie in the head. He sighed, heavily, and passed a glance to Brian. The man seemed to know what he was doing so he turned back to their path and pointed to a corridor. "Let's start this way."
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Post by Andaru on Jan 29, 2014 18:42:14 GMT
"Alright, we looking for anything in particular or whatever we can get?" He then saw a bin in the corner and went over to it. He looked inside and it must have just been changed before the zombies came cos there was nothing in it so he removed the bin bag.
"We can use this to carry stuff back." He said to Henry.
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Post by Playle on Jan 29, 2014 23:59:29 GMT
The cricket bat smashed into the head of the undead man in a swift upwards swing. After a few more bludgeoning attacks, the zombie fell to the floor in a pile of its own gore. George could now see what had happened – the zombie had been in one of the darkest corners of the room, and it had shuffled over here at a time when George could not hear. The smell of rot came from the corner, and George could see that the zombie had eaten a victim in the past.
“No, no, no, why now?! Why now?!” the student could only exclaim, tears already beginning down his face. The bite was deep into his arm. It was covered in fresh blood now, but it was deep enough to tear through the muscle. The throbbing and the pain were agonizing, and he felt faint from looking at it. This was his death sentence. He had not seen anybody recover from a bite. He had not seen any method to stop the infection after a bite. He was truly doomed.
His mind raced. He thought of the past few months. He thought of the time he had shared with Lee and Beth. He thought of how welcomed they had been in the camp. He had thought of how they were to help the Sawbridgeworth survivors. He thought of Poppy, the Labrador who had been his friend out here in the world of the undead. That didn’t matter now. George would turn, like everybody else turned.
He walked out of the generator room, clutching his bitten arm. The dog growled at him, but she came over eventually and accepted George’s gentle strokes.
“C’mon girl,” he managed, wincing as the pain in his arm got worse “let’s go get this backpack and weapon of mine to those two. They’ll ne-”
A coughing fit over took him, and it took him longer than he’d thought to recover his breath.
“They’ll need it more than me now.”
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Little Hadham was no more than five minutes away now. They had managed to make it with nothing more than the occasional walker to dispose of. Beth was still not in sight, and this only made Lee worry that little bit more.
“Everyone okay back there?” Lee asked. He had not spoken much to the group for a while. He had sung his awful renditions he liked to sing, even whistled the odd tune, but he was primarily concerned about Beth. He was glad that the road had been easier since, and it was not too late in the day either. Each survivor could have their needs tended to, and he could explain that George and co were going to bring medical supplies for the doctor. That would make Naomi and the others happy.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 30, 2014 16:38:23 GMT
Henry nodded to Brian and held the golf club high. "It's not ideal and it might attract these bastards, but it'll do." With that he took the lead down a corridor, peering his head around the corner to a patients room and finding it clear. "Look for antibiotics, bandages, pain killers, even plasters would come in handy at some point."
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Post by Tonks on Jan 30, 2014 19:41:33 GMT
"We'll be all right, as long as there isn't too much further to go now." Heather called back. She'd be able to manage a few more minutes but she could really do with a rest and some proper food. Her back was really starting to ache.
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Post by Andaru on Feb 1, 2014 11:57:59 GMT
Brian moved slowly from room to room avoiding those with zombies in and if he could he would shut the down quietly so that they couldn't come after him. He only had to take out one or two zombies and when he found stuff he would just throw it into the bag. It wasn't the best idea ever but he needed a way to carry stuff back.
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Post by Playle on Feb 2, 2014 16:33:32 GMT
He managed to get to the front entrance of the hospital where Brian and Henry had started clearing through. The lights made it a lot easier to see the state of things in there. Paintings on the wall and plant pots were now shattered décor. The white floor was now a murky reddy-brown, with blood and gore spattered all over it. There were a number of undead now dealt with, their lifeless bodies scattered about. George would be one of them soon.
He opened the door with his better arm. His bitten arm felt like it was on fire by this point. Poppy ran forward, the brown Labrador leading the way for the infected student. He cracked a smile but he felt so faint. The dog had probably caught Henry or Brian’s scent, so George presumed it was going the right way.
“Guys,” George whimpered out between coughing “guys, any of you there? Brian? Henry?”
He moved at a slow pace down the hospital’s corridors, trying to avoid fainting.
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Lee and the others had made it. They approached Little Hadham. The few buildings in the settlement were long deserted, or burnt down, or looted. It was the somewhat wooded field with the tents and the cars that was there destination. The survivors camp. Home.
Barry ran over with his gun in his arms. He was on perimeter watch per usual, but nothing interesting was happening. Seeing a new bunch of survivors come to camp was probably the highlight of his day, so Lee thought. Soon Naomi was in tow behind the ex-soldier and they met up with Lee’s group some distance away from the camp.
“This is Naomi, she runs stuff around here. D’you all want to introduce yourself?”
After Lee had said this, he started looking back on the horizon for Beth. Naomi would definitely have questions on why George and Beth were absent, or the fact that supplies hadn’t really been found. He didn’t fancy facing that right now.
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Post by Tonks on Feb 3, 2014 9:56:16 GMT
"I'm Charlie!" Charlie shouted excitedly at the lady. "This is my mummy and my sister. Mummy's called Heather but my sister doesn't have a name yet because she's in her belly." He grinned at her. Heather smiled and nodded to say this was true. "It's very kind of you to help us." She added.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Feb 3, 2014 10:39:42 GMT
Henry was busy stuffing bandages, needle packets, IV bags and whatever else he could find into his ruck sack. The old thing had been with him since this entire thing had started and it was the one thing he kept a hold of no matter what. It had carried a lot for him and he willed it to carry a few more things.
It didn't long for it to fill however and he sighed. He followed Brian's initiative to grab a bag and use that. He moved out into the corridor and Poppy hit his leg, a whimper in her voice. "Hey girl," he said, kneeling down to stroke the dog's head. He lifted his eyes to see George, only he wasn't looking so good.
Panic hit him and he stood, muscles pulled tight in his face. "What happened?"
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