Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
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Post by Andaru on Feb 5, 2014 13:55:39 GMT
"I think I saw something further down the corridor, take the dog and be careful. Don't wanna lose anyone else whilst were out here and be quick I'll stay at the main door and make sure we've got a way out."
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Post by Light on Feb 6, 2014 22:29:30 GMT
They had been on the road for a few hours when they came across Beth along their path. There were three of them, and for the previous few days they'd been holding up in a small farmstead a little way outside of Sawbridgeworth until a great shambles of the undead had disturbed them. They'd been lucky to get out of the place alive and were now looking for somewhere else to stay.
The first, and by her bearing, de-facto leader of the trio was a stocky woman of about 30, sporting a short crop of reddish hair and a sour expression. She was dressed in simple clothes, which were torn in several places and smeared with dirt.
The second was a young man, looking to be in his mid-twenties, taller than the first woman. He walked with enthusiasm, but that had been the way he'd been coping with the much more unpleasant reality. He was blonde, wearing a shaggy mane of hair. His clothes too showed clear evidence of a quick flight through unpleasant conditions.
The final member of the small group was again a woman, in her late teens, who clearly shared features with the man. She was currently limping and leaning on him, her face ashen and in complete silence.
All three had some form or other of rucksack or the like to carry what supplies they did have, and in terms of weapons the first woman carried a shotgun, taken from the farmstead, along with a couple of knives; the man held a stout cricket bat, whilst the second woman carried nothing but her backpack.
"Get her moving for fuck's sake!" The red-headed woman growled. "Or better yet just leave her."
"Claire is my sister, Rose. I'm not leaving her. We'll all get through this. We can't be the only one's left. Stick together, that's how you survive these things." The man sounded far too chipper when he spoke.
"You want to let her slow you down, your funeral." Rose shot him an unfriendly look.
"I told you there would be others!" Simon suddenly noticed Beth a short distance away from where they were walking. "
"The fuck are-" Rose looked over to where he was pointing. "Fan-fuckin'-tastic." Her tone didn't get any less abrasive. "This one better not turn out to be like the last 'survivor'" She tightened her grip on the weapon.
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
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Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Feb 6, 2014 23:04:09 GMT
Beth had been running for a long time now. She didn't know exactly how long - in a world with low and limited electricity, checking your phone for the time wasn't happening. Nor was she the kind of girl to wear a watch. She could only thank her training and her legs for keeping her going, because the undead had followed her a fair way away from the road leading to camp. Once she had got them far enough away, she just had to sprint and hide somewhere until the small crowd of them wandered away or dispersed. They were incredible for their short-term memory, but that didn't stop her hiding that little bit longer.
After emerging from the house she hid in, she begun to walk a slightly different route back to camp. She coudln't pinpoint where she was, but signs to Sawbridgeworth were still about so she couldn't have been all that far. The trees and hedges on either side of the road showed she was still in the same rustic region as before, and she hadn't gone so far afield that she might never find her way back.
"Come on Beth," she muttered to herself, eager to get back to camp "gotta get back before they get worried."
That's when she caught sight of them. The three survivors; two women, one man. She knew what people were like out here - some could be as friendly as could be, others would bash your head in for a tin of beans, and then there was everything in between. The world really messed you up like that.
Beth was one versus three. They had a gun ready, Beth's was still at the bottom of her backpack - it was logic to use it as a last resort, because nine out of ten times it attracted more trouble than you were already dealing with. She could run; the gun was no rifle, so the further she got the less accurate the shot. She could fight if she was suicidal, but spilling blood was a pointless endeavour. Talking it was then.
She didn't put down her 2 x 4. She did raise her hand though, both as a wave and a show she wasn't going to draw a gun on them.
"Hello," she called "I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm just trying to get back to the survivors I live with."
That last bit would either entice them or aggravate them. She had to hope for the better of the two outcomes.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Feb 7, 2014 0:12:35 GMT
Henry nodded and gave a whistle to Poppy as he moved throughout the rooms. He forced his feet to travel faster and quickly gathered up supplies until both packs were bursting. He hoped that there was something suitable for the pregnant woman and met George back at the entrance, dog by his feet. "Let's go," he said. _________________________________
Will blinked through the haze in his mind. Or, at least tried to. Sometimes though, you just had to sit and watch the world a little. Whether or not what he'd seen had been a figment of his imagination, reality or the bends between reality he didn't know.
But it sure enticed him. Or scared him. He couldn't tell. The Jesus music had confused his mind for a short while. The car that passed, music blaring, forced him to recount the cross over his body. Normally he wasn't one for religiosities, but in today's world, it was one of the few things he had left. The car had vanished, the red devils with it, and he'd taken a leisurely stroll through woodlands. In his left hand was a lead pipe. He'd picked it up a few towns ago and he'd wandered.
Now and then one of those red covered devils snarled at him. His mind only enhanced them and he swung, smashing one in the head. It fell in a heap and he continued, eyes following a stream of bright yellow, white and green lights.
A stupid grin covered his face as he walked. If one guy had walked away from something then maybe he could walk to something. A low hum started low in his chest as he swung the pipe over his shoulders and let both hands hold it tightly in place. His feet swayed, unable to walk straight as nothing but his hums kept him company.
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Post by Light on Feb 11, 2014 12:01:00 GMT
"See, she can talk!" Simon smiled broadly at Rose. "Zombies don't talk! And she said there were others. Stick together and you survive these things!"
"Will you shut up?" Rose growled at him. Survivors weren't always all as upbeat and friendly as he was. Some of them would kill you as easily as they'd look at you, and she wasn't about to walk into any traps. "You'll forgive me if I don't leapt for joy, but not everyone we meet is as friendly as you are." She didn't lower the gun just yet.
"Ignore her. She doesn't trust anyone." Simon assured Beth. "What's this about other survivors?"
"I fucking give up with you." Rose shot him another dark look. Her suspicions aside, they did need supplies and better shelter, so she was in actuality interested to hear what Beth had to say. She just wasn't about to lay all her cards down like Simon was in case this wasn't all that it seemed. "Fine. Might as well hear her out." This time she did lower the gun, though she still held onto it in case she needed to bring it up quickly to use it.
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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 11, 2014 21:46:07 GMT
The survivors were conflicted, with the sharp-tongued woman dominating this interaction. Beth held her tongue, biting it even. Having a gun pointed at her wasn't unusual in this world, but it still made her feel uncomfortable every single time. BANG! With one click, someone could decide your life wasn't worthwhile. Even before zombies, the thought of guns was a nervous one. It took her ages to be able to build the mental strength to fire her own pistol, but it was what made the difference between life and death out here.
When they finished, Beth let her free hand fall to her hip. She began slowly walking over to the trio, in order to speak to them better. She directed her words at all three of them - the man seemed friendly, the woman fierce and the other woman hadn't muttered a single word.
"I've seen people who aren't so nice out here... the camp got robbed and roughed up by some thugs not so long back. But I swear, we're just normal folk making it out here in the world. And we've room for others!"
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Post by Light on Feb 12, 2014 17:49:55 GMT
"If you say I fucking told you so Simon!" Rose growled.
Simon ignored her and continued to focus on Beth as she spoke to them. "People need to stick together." He said to her. "They sound like they're just like us. Only more of them. The more people you have working together the better chance you all have." This time he looked over at Rose. "You can't distrust everyone. You let us tag along."
This time Rose ignored him, simply rolling her eyes.
"I'm Simon, that's Rose, and this is my sister Claire." Simon introduced them. "Claire...Doesn't talk much." He sounded pained as he spoke. "What's your name, and how do we get to this camp of yours?" He was back to his brighter self with that.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Feb 12, 2014 18:00:47 GMT
Will continued to hum as he walked, a bounce in his step. The sun would set soon, but if he could find the right angle he could see a firework display of pure colour and that always did make him feel better about an ending day.
He carried on through the trees, dodging low branches and bushes that made noises. The pipe was by his side, swinging along with his bounces and the smile wouldn't leave his face.
Voices. Loud. Abrasive. And interesting. He steered his body in that direction and followed the high and low vowels. Soon he was coming out onto a road and the sight of four people greeted him. A group of three and a singular. He grinned at all four of them, watching the colours bounce around them. The guy had a green and blue sea of waves whilst the angry one was covered in red. The one that leaned against the guy was yellow whilst the other was orange.
He liked colours.
"Hi! I'm Will."
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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 12, 2014 19:09:03 GMT
"I'm Beth, and it's nice to meet you guys bu-"
The newcomer cut her message short and she turned round to Will. She didn't want to do the same advertising speech about the camp to this man as well - the day was growing darker. If night fell before they got back, it would be a pain in the arse.
"Look, I don't think it's worth staying out here. Follow me, weapons out, and do as I say."
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Post by Light on Feb 16, 2014 17:39:16 GMT
Simon and Rose turned at the sound of the new voice.
"Another survivor!" Simon said cheerfully. "Uh, right, sounds like a plan." He gripped the bat in one hand and started to lead Claire after Beth along the road.
"This is turning into a regular fucking party." Rose muttered darkly, raising the shotgun again for the journey ahead of them, resignation in her eyes.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Feb 16, 2014 20:04:58 GMT
Will eyed the strange group of four people and shrugged his shoulders. He could be breezing along the southern coast, the sea salt in his hair, clinging to every strand. And the zombies would be in the back of his mind. Now that he'd found people, those that were alive anyway, the day was that little bit brighter.
When the moon would come out he could look up at the shiny yellow and white orb, lost in the patterns that would stand out with clarity.
He followed behind them, the pipe swinging by his side in time with the jumps in his steps. "Let's get this show on the road."
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Post by Tonks on Feb 19, 2014 21:53:56 GMT
Heather and Charlie had settled in their tent pretty much straight away. Heather helped Charlie into his sleeping bag and left his chair against the wall. She hadn't folded it down since the outbreak, just in case they ever needed to get somewhere in a hurry. She kissed him on the forehead before getting into her own sleeping bag. She told him a story about a prince and a princess, a rescue and a happily ever after. Charlie asked if that's how Prince William met Princess Kate and if they were going to live happily ever after. Heather had told him that it was a possibility but she did not know how they met. She also explained that they had to have a happily ever after because they loved each other very much.
"Do you love dad like that?" Charlie asked.
"Well yes, I do. I love him with all my heart."
"So he's going to be okay then because then he can rescue us and have a happily ever after."
"Yes sweetie, I suppose you're right." She smiled. "Now are you going to get off to sleep?"
"Will you sing?" Charlie struggled to sleep without it recently.
"Okay, sweetie. Close your eyes." She stroked his hair before she began to sing.
"You've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me When the road looks rough ahead And you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed..."
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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 20, 2014 22:34:19 GMT
After a few hours of traveling and several wrong turns Henry and Brian found their way to the camp of survivors that they had been told about by George. Brian hoped that the other group had made it their with no other casualties.
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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 21, 2014 0:18:29 GMT
Naomi heard Heather’s voice as she walked past her tent and it made her heart ache. No matter what the world came to, hell or high water, a song was still the best way to soothe a child’s heart. It made her stop and think, made her want to curl up and let it all go. But this wasn’t a world where that could happen. This was a kill or be killed kind of world.
She spotted on the horizon a pair of folks with Poppy. It wasn’t like the dog to be away from her owner George. At least as far as she knew George was the owner of the dog. The Labrador was always useful around camp anyways. She closed the gap between herself and the strangers, but she did wonder where George could be.
“Welcome to our camp guys; if you’re from Sawbridgeworth, you’re not the first here.”
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Beth and the others had been walking for a while. Darkness was encroaching and the sun was beginning to slip away. They couldn’t be more than ten minutes from the camp now. Conversation had been few and far between – she didn’t know much about the four folks she was with, but they seemed friendly enough to bring back. She wasn’t one to initiate chat, but she just wanted to get back to Little Hadham and put her feet up. The day had been long, they hadn’t found supplies, but they’d brought in a lot of new mouths to fee
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
Posts: 337
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Post by Andaru on Feb 21, 2014 1:23:15 GMT
Brian tried to smile as they were greeted and tried to speak but his mouth went dry. He quickly glanced at the camp and his eyes fell to the floor. How were they going to break it to them that the guy who had saved them all and led them to safety was dead.
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