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Post by Cole Peyton on Nov 27, 2012 11:08:48 GMT -8
Cole had no idea what his emotions were as they rolled into Lake Havasu City. It was good to be home in a sense, but did this place ever look different. The once proud sign advertising the London Bridge was unkept and had moss all over it, the roads were filled with abandoned cars, and in some cases bodies. He couldn't say that he expected much different though, at least the town still existed, even if the population maybe conducted themselves quite differently know.
Unfortunately, Cole's hope of getting there before sundown wasn't fulfilled. In fact, it was pitch black out, no street lights, store lights, nothing. Just the high beams from his truck. He debated if even going to his house was a good idea, it'd be hard to see anything. Hopefully the community was emptied out, and there wasn't a mass amount of anything lurking in the shadows.
Cole silently retraced the roads back to his home, so far it didn't look too bad. His house was up in the mountains a little bit so they were a good distance away from the clustered areas of the city. Soon they pulled into his desolate driveway and he immediately shut the engine off to create the least amount of noise possible. Now was a time when you previously took street lights for granted, there was nothing there. He had a few large flashlights in the backseat, so he grabbed both and handed one to Hannah. He then grabbed his M4 and made sure he was ready for action if needed. "Make sure there's nothing around before you jump out, stay close and always check behind you." He added a twinge of humor into those last few words.
After shining the light around a little, he hopped out of the truck and went over to the passenger side to join Hannah. He was quite glad that he kept his keys all this time, it would be an easy entry. Slowly, he made his way to the front door and stabbed the key in it. "Stand back from this." So far so good, he gently pushed the door open, ready for anything. Nothing. He breathed a sigh of relief and scanned the place with his flash light. He forgot how nice of a place he had. More importantly, there was no sign of any unwanted life. "I think we're good." He motioned to Hannah and closed the door behind them, making sure it was locked. The utter darkness was little creepy, but at least they had some form of light. "Welcome to casa de Cole."
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Post by Hannah Flatfield on Nov 27, 2012 22:32:31 GMT -8
[/color] She whispered almost sure he was about to break a window. She couldn't even remember when she had lost her wallet let a lone anything else she had had on her, she was sure her cellphone was the first thing to go. When all those things were stripped away she was whoever she claimed to be, nothing to prove her otherwise, but she liked being Hannah Flatfield. So she would continue to refer to herself as if this was still the past and those things mattered. When he gave her the cue that it was good she entered the home. Why did she feel like crying? She shined the flashlight around for the first time landing on furniture and photo frames and mirrors she would explore once Cole gave her the go, but for now she would be there for him, even if it was just standing by his side. She gave him a reassuring smile, even though it was dark she knew it would only be the thought that counted, she had to smile at the comment about the casa de Cole. Always so bright, even in the darkness. "You have a wonderful home" she said looking around once again. word count: 792 [/size][/ul][/justify][/blockquote] |
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Post by Cole Peyton on Nov 28, 2012 20:29:27 GMT -8
This was one of those times where you really miss electricity. Instead of flipping on a light switch and seeing all there is to see, he had to cover foot by foot with his flashlight, not daring to go any further until he knew what was in that room. His light eventually hit his xbox in the living room, he almost laughed. This was a lot like a level from Left 4 Dead, completely dark, can't see anything, and there's always something in a corner that ends up charging you and killing you. No time to think about that now, he was doing his best just to stay calm. He could say he was tempted to just blow through the house to get it over with, but he got this far by NOT doing things like that, plus he couldn't jeopardize Hannah. Convinced the living room and kitchen were clear, he walked over to the kitchen but before he got there tripped on a stool which sent him flying to the ground. "Oof." He muttered. "Watch out for that." He crawled up back on his feet and continued to the kitchen. He opened a couple drawers that he remembered had platformed candles in them, lit them, and set one on the counter top, dining table, and on the coffee table. It wasn't a massive improvement, but it was better than total darkness, especially if something happened. Cole decided to next check out his room, not to mention he was pretty freakin' tired. " I guess it's on to my space." He shrugged and made his way there, making sure to avoid that stupid stool. He opened his door and found an all too familiar place, his personally decorated man-cave. All his racing awards hung on the wall and placed were ever he could find room as well as a few memories, his bed that he never made, that chair in the corner with a pile of random clothes on it, nothing changed. It was all there. He lazily sat down on the bed, which quickly turned into laying down on the bed, stretching himself out. Man did that feel good, after weeks of sleeping in a truck, a bed felt like utter paradise. He had to fight back the drowsiness, which was trying so hard to render him useless. " I dunno about you, but I'm gonna need a glass of water to the face to stop me from going lights out." Word count: 419....next one shall be 500  |
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Post by Hannah Flatfield on Nov 28, 2012 22:47:40 GMT -8
[/color] she whispered. Of course he was fine, surviving two hordes (very different sizes but still both hordes) in the past five hours, a small fall was nothing. He made a suggestion for her to watch out for that she concealed a smile in the darkness. She watched him pull out candles out of the drawers, light them and set the around the room. The orange hues were a great improvement and Hannah looked around in the flickering shadows of the flames. She remembered the snacks in the car and cursed herself for not bringing in some drinks to refrigerate, then that hit her that with no power came no refrigerator. She continued to follow Cole, because that was turning out to be the thing she did in the dark, in a strange home and during the end of the world. She didn't feel too much like the tag along that she had early that day. She followed him into his room, and took in the wall decorations with her flashlight shining and the reflections off them nearly blinding her, but she squinted to make out all the writings and carvings. "I knew you were a winner," she glanced back towards him with a playful smile and then turned back to continue reading and exploring. For the most part the room looked how she expected it to, the medals and awards surprised her and she smiled as she examined them. Cole seemed to feel right back at home. She looked around and something surprised her, there were no posters of half naked women that had always been stapled in her own brother's room. She looked to Cole who was reclining on the bed, and smile a little. Class act, she wasn't used to that. She crossed her arms and leaned against a wall with some spare space. She was getting drowsy too, "Same," she was a bit nervous about the next thing but she felt the need to prompt it, they hadn't expected everything, which was fine she would trust Cole if he said it was safe than she was sure it was, but what if he didn't peak into his parents room because he was afraid of what he might find. They would get mauled in the night... "You think it's all clear?" she asked, she had flicked off her flash light, she didn't want it to die any time soon. word count: 696 OOC: Whoo go Cole! P.s I assumed there were no dirty posters! Cole don't ruin Cole for me! xD[/size][/ul][/justify][/blockquote] |
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Post by Cole Peyton on Nov 30, 2012 20:58:46 GMT -8
"Yeah I'm good." He said after his rather ungraceful fall. That was one issue he struggled with pretty much his whole life, although you would never guess it, he was exceptionally clumsy. If you asked him to hold a glass completely still in his hand, it'd be shaking for sure. Luckily for him, he got away with being clumsy up to this point. His room brought back memories that weren't so distant, but felt distant. He looked at the pictures of him and his team after a win, his championship trophy, it all brought back so much. He truly understood the meaning of "you never know what you have 'till it's gone." He wondered if Hannah was thinking what all this was for, considering his whole room was plastered with racing stuff. He chuckled at Hannah’s comment once she did see them. “I raced cars for a few years before this. It was my gateway from the rest of the world.” He let out a small sigh. As much as his body wanted to just shut down right there and sleep for probably 50 hours, he forced himself to sit up and rubbed his eyes. “Then we are definitely hitting the sack in a few minutes.” He slowly pushed himself up and steadied himself on his feet. Then turned to head out the door but in the darkness didn’t see Hannah in front of him and practically walked straight into her, nearly knocking them both over. “Sorry.” He laughed. “Let’s run through the rest of the place.” He made his way back into the living room, which at least had candle light, and peaked into the guest room on the way. Looked good so far, he checked to see that Hannah was following and continued on. Next he went to the garage, which he seriously hoped he remembered to lock the outside door about, oh, three months ago. He cautiously opened the garage opened door and aimed the flashlight around, there stood the scattered mess of tools from the initial day, along with his race car that was jacked up on the floor. Memories of that day flooded in as he remember the irregular banging on the garage door. He also saw the typical garbage containers and his parent’s car…..wait, his parent’s car? They weren’t home when he left. A shiver went down his spine as the realization hit him. They came home. He looked to Hannah with an obviously concerned face but didn’t say anything. Then he stared at his parent’s bedroom door. Surely if they were, uhh, infected, they would clawing at the door right now trying to get out, right? He got to the door and put his hand on the knob, heart rate faster than it should be. As if he just going to get it over with, he twisted the knob and shoved the door open. Immediately, snarls and growls came towards his direction and instinctively he grabbed Hannah and dragged both of them away from the door hurriedly, but nothing came after them, just those same snarls. Not really sure what to do, he grabbed his flashlight again and slowly inched his way back to the door, which was now open. He got to almost exactly where he originally was and didn’t see anything, yet those horrific growls still invaded his ears. He pointed the light everywhere until he saw two sets of feet, apparently dangling from the ceiling, bringing the light up, he saw the infected faces of his parents. Both had a rope around their neck that was tied to the chandelier in the ceiling. He took the site in once more before he had to turn away, it was just a bit too much. Word count: 623. OOC: *Looks around room* Nope, you’re good 
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Post by Hannah Flatfield on Dec 12, 2012 19:18:23 GMT -8
Hannah was impressed with the racing, she should have known from the way he had driven that he had something along those lines in his background, she looked at him as he rose from the bed, he was ready to give into to sleep and she was too, but work first sleep later. She followed him out of the room, it was time to see if any one else was home and this had her worried sick.
She followed close behind keeping her own flashlight low to the floor using Cole’s as her vision, she didn’t want to distract him with her own bobbing around. He opened the garage door and the light reflected back at them on a silver car. This fact seemed to make Cole sick, and it made her sicker, she was sure it meant, someone was home, or had come home. She trembled, and bit her lip to keep it from wavering. This nightmare was only going to get worse, she could feel it.
They got to the room that Hannah knew was last for a reason, Cole looked back at her, through the dark she was sure he couldn’t see her reassuring smile, weak as it was, it was still there, when he turned back she allowed her brows to furrow the real expression of despair to shine through the facade of it’s all gonna be okay. The tension in the dark house was too much, she could hear her own heart beating and tried to clutch it to cover the noise. He placed his hand on the handle, and Hannah placed a hand on the back of his arm, eyes wide in the dark, her mind screamed prayers. But when the snarling sounded, and Cole stumbled back grabbing her, she knew they went unanswered and could have just cried, she yelped and clutched at Cole, the quick movements startled, but the noises terrified her, she knew who was in there and it was horrible.
After a moment Cole headed back to the slightly opened door, ”Cole!” she whispered sharply, ”No!” she pleaded, but she went unheard. She followed him though, and saw what he started to shut the door on. ”Oh my God,” she stood paralyzed and mouth agape as the door closed on the image ingrained in her mind, the flash light fell to the floor but she couldn't hear the thud, her ears were ringing... screaming?”Oh my God,” She knew she was about to sick.
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ooc: Cole, you deserve a Grammy for that post.
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Post by Cole Peyton on Dec 12, 2012 21:57:03 GMT -8
Cole took one last look at the closed door and tore his eyes away from it. At that point, it was official that everything, EVERYTHING, he knew in this world had changed. Everyone he knew around him were either infected or dead, his town was no more, and he went from being the star at the local race track to being chased by flesh eating monsters on a daily basis. And all this literally happened overnight. Right now it was just him and Hannah, that's all he knew.
"They hung themselves." He said quietly. "They freaking hung themselves. Why?" He looked down to the floor and shook his head, doing his best to blink back the tears. He sank into the couch in the living room and took a look at Hannah, who stood there paralyzed. He managed to drag her into this as well, great, now what was he going to do? Leaving the house and bunkering down for the night in the city would be excessively dangerous, but he certainly couldn't just leave his infected parents there. He knew what he had to do, he just wasn't sure he could do it.
The feeling of depression was trying oh so hard to overwhelm him. He covered his face in his hands as he saw that burned image in his brain over and over, it didn't matter if he closed his eyes or not, it was still there. Not to mention there was still growling and moaning coming from that room. A sense of guilt came about him as well. If he had stayed, if he had held down the house and waited for his parents return, they wouldn't have killed themselves. In fact, they probably killed themselves because they thought he was dead. This was his fault, it was all his fault, and now he had to take them out because of it.
His eyes drifted back over to Hannah as he put his hands aside. "I don't know what to do." He said, depression evident in his voice.
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Post by Hannah Flatfield on Dec 12, 2012 22:45:53 GMT -8
Her body was frozen as she stared at the door in the dark, the only light in the hallway was the flashlight’s narrow yellow beam shining on it. Cole verbalized the image that she was sure she had just seen and it confirmed it. The “why” was what brought her back. She had been seeing her mother’s body slumped forward, she hadn’t had the horror of seeing her turn, she didn’t know the pain of having to kill her own mother. She didn’t think she could do it, no matter how badly they got along. She turned slowly to see Cole walk back to the couch.
His face was in his hands and held back her own sob. It broke her heart to see him this way, and that fact that this was happening- it just shouldn’t be. She had to pull herself together, she squatted down and grabbed the flashlight and flicked it off, she could hear them inside the room, she backed away quickly nearly tripping on herself but maintaining balance, she walked to Cole. She needed to be there for him. She walked around the couch and gently seated herself next to him, she reached out for him, because that’s how she was, if he pulled back so be it, she would only try again, because she believed in hugs, and consoling, and nurturing, something her mother never showed her.
She placed her arms around Cole and rested her head on his shoulder, she was looking down to the floor too, what could she say after seeing that nightmare? What could they possibly do? She gave him a squeeze, ”You don’t have to do anything,” she said softly, trying to select the best words possible, ”We can walk away from this,” she assured him she lifted her head and looked to him, it was evident this was hitting him hard, he was strong, but this was pain, ”or-” she tilted her head avoiding his eyes she looked to the side, that or was going to be painful, but something told her he wouldn’t be able to leave his parents like that. She swallowed and then took his hand into both of hers, ”Or we will just sit here as long as it takes us,” She gave a gentle squeeze on the emphasis of we and us, they were in this together now. She would help him with what ever he decided to do. She gritted her teeth to avoid the shuttering that hearing them caused her. She had to be strong, for the both of them now.
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Post by Cole Peyton on Dec 13, 2012 21:42:03 GMT -8
When he felt Hannah's arms around him, he allowed himself to lean into her and basically went limp. Mentally he felt like a building just collapsed on him, he was completely drained of energy, motivation, and of hope. He wished what Hannah said was true, that he could just walk away and pretend that wasn't there. But no, he couldn't do that, leaving the house and being in the city would be idiotic, and you couldn't afford to be an idiot in this world.
"I wish I could Hannah, I wish I could." He said while sinking deeper into the sofa. He knew he had to pick himself up from this, but man was that difficult. "They must've thought I was dead, they wouldn't have taken their lives if they knew I was alive. I shouldn't have ever left." He couldn't help but blame himself for this, at least partially.
His emotions were suddenly interrupted by the sound of falling bodies coming from the bedroom. His eyes darted over to the bedroom door and panicked a bit as he realized he didn't know where his rifle was. "Uh oh." He state ominously. As if on queue, the door suddenly burst open and out come his previous parents bolting towards the sofa. He jumped from the sofa and yanked Hannah's arm with him, sliding behind the sofa and using that as a temporary barrier. For being family members in the previous world, they sure seemed intent on making them dinner. His eyes grew wide as he tried furiously to find the knife he always had strapped to his belt, eventually he found it and whipped it out. He hated using this thing, but right now he didn't have much of a choice.
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Post by Hannah Flatfield on Dec 14, 2012 12:52:28 GMT -8
She was at a loss for words, after Cole told her he thought they killed themselves because they thought he was dead she grew concerned, this was a sign of blaming himself which would lead to guilt which would not take either of them down a very good path, ”No Cole,” she said softly shaking her head, ”none of this is your fault,” This disease is what caused this, what killed all of their loved ones, and whoever or whatever killed caused this infection would be the one to blame, but not Cole. She couldn’t let him blame himself. She was revving up to get into it more, when she was cut off by a thump; two actually.
She looked up at the direction of the bedroom and then felt Cole tense. She herself jumped and that was when the door burst open and Cole was yanking on her to rise up with him. They were coming towards them. She tried not to let out a scream, she ground her teeth together as she stood next to Cole. They stood behind the couch and it felt like they were playing with about to play with a very furious dog, when the dog ran to them clockwise the would keep going and when it wised up and switched they would go around the other way.
God help them if they decided to come right over the sofa. Anna looked around the living room for anything that could serve as weapon or shield, and looked to Cole to see if he was armed. He didn’t have his gun that he had effortlessly disposed of the first batch of infected with, but she saw that he did have a knife. Her stomach churned as she envisioned how gruesome of a task that would be. She looked to the stand and lunged for the lamp that was sitting there she pulled it back to her with all her core strength, luckily, the plug-in in the outlet was no match to that. It wiped around knowing over a frame and causing a book to spill onto the floor, but she now removed the shade and held the stem of the reading lamp in both hands. She had never played softball, but she had seen a couple of games. Her eyes shot back to Cole, but were quickly attracted back to their attackers who’s movements were beginning to get quite a bit more hostile.
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Post by Cole Peyton on Dec 14, 2012 21:50:46 GMT -8
Inside he knew Hannah was right, he just couldn't convince his own self that she was. He knew he had to though, he knew as well as anyone how unhealthy it was to be lugging around guilt all the time. But seriously, they wouldn't have done this if he was there, no way they would've.
Needless to say, they had a situation at hand. It really couldn't have been much worse of a nightmare for Cole, but this was reality, and for their sake, he needed to wake up to it. He kept his eyes trained on his parents as they circled around the sofa, keeping Hannah in his peripheral vision. He was relieved to see Hannah had something she could fend them back with. His chief concern was her, but given the fact that she's managed to survive to this point, he had to have some confidence in her ability to defend herself.
Soone enough, his zombiefied dad got smart and went the opposite direction zombiefied mom went, they were going to be sandwiched. Zombie dad suddenly lunged himself at Cole as zombie mom charged at Hannah. Cole never had a harder time remaining calm, not only was he in big trouble, but so was Hannah. This could not get any worse. He darted off to the side as his dad tried to wrap his arms around him, but carried to much momentum and tripped over at his side. Before Cole could do the deed though, zombie dad got hold of his ankles and yanked so hard at them that Cole hit the ground with a very audible thud. He scrambled to get back on his feet, but could get half way up until zombie dad's weight carried him back down. So this was how he was going to die, eaten by his own dad, after all he's been through.
With one arm he shoved into his dad's shoulder to keep him from having his way, luckily it knocked him off Cole a little, and gave him enough time to reach for his knife. He took the knife in his right hand and brought it up to meet zombie dad's forehead, right as he made another lunge at Cole, the knife went right through, and immediately zombie dad went limp, sliding off of Cole's body.
Cole didn't relax, where the hell was Hannah? He frantically looked around the room for her.
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Post by Hannah Flatfield on Dec 15, 2012 22:06:32 GMT -8
It couldn’t be- no it was happening. They were getting smart, and as Cole’s father seemed to lock onto Cole, his mother didn’t take to kindly to the new girl in the house. Her snarling and staggering body came to Hannah quicker than she had imagined. When was this going to end? First they were chased down the highway by a horde, and then attacked by a tight knit hunting pack at the rest stop. It hadn’t even been five hours and they were already wrapping up the day with a two on two combat in Cole’s living room. The worst fact was... it was his parents. Armed to the best of her ability. She tried to time the attack. Oh God, don’t let Cole see this, She pleaded, but heard his own struggle taking place behind her, she chanced a glance behind her but had to turn back as she was approaching range.
Cole’s mother was about a foot away, just in reaching range, and that was when Hannah swung, as she did she flinched upon the impact of the lamp and blinked a little too long, she under estimated how much it would take to knock something back, for what she did caused little to no damage. She opened her eyes when his mother’s hands were on her, she felt the fingers tighten into a grip that could be compared to that of someone about to rip out chunks of skin.
Hannah gritted back her teeth and tried to refrain from speaking, heart racing and panic on the verge of making her freeze, she did the only thing she could think of and was to fall backwards as hard as she could. She slammed herself back out of the grip and was able to catch her balance where as Cole’s mother was not. She stumbled forward and tripped, she struggled trying to find her footing. Hannah took the opportunity- to run and gain some distance so she could figure out her next move, the lamp still in hand and electric cord dragging as she ran towards the kitchen. She heard a thump and grew concerned as she knew Cole was facing his own battle. She blinked away tears of fear and dropped the lamp as she entered the light yellow hue that poorly lit the kitchen from the candles they had set up earlier while all was still.
She fumbled into the kitchen drawers trying to remain composed long enough to find something to finish the task. That was when she found what would be the only absolute end to this, she didn’t have enough strength to beat this infected woman to death, but a knife might be something she could do. Well, she didn’t know if she actually could, but she physically had the ability to do. She held the handle tight in her hands as the unsuspecting poor woman entered and chased after her. Hannah began to cry, she had gotten the timing down, and she was about to do this. She had to. Kill or be killed.
She couldn’t close her eyes this time, once in range, Hannah thrusted the knife forward she sobbed as she felt the blade slip past the skin with very little resistance. Hannah held her arm out and Cole’s mother at bay while she began to make disgusting gurgling noises, and her swinging arms began to slow. Hannah let out a rough sob again as her movements slowed even more drastically. When she had enough of this, Hannah pulled the knife out of the throat she had just punctured with an unsettling amount of ease. The woman still tried to come forward, slower, and that was when Hannah pushed the injured woman back. She stumbled, and Hannah couldn’t let this go on any more. She knew the woman wanted her dead, but this dead thing was suffering. Hannah took a few more steps forward and finished the job with a final cut.
She pushed the woman back onto the floor and this teenage girl looked at the finally dead corpse and fell to the floor on her haunches, infected blood began to dry and stain her hands. She trembled in the dark as she rested her head on the side of the counter, she shook as she tried to take breaths. They weren’t coming easy and she allowed herself to begin to sob, she tried to stay quiet as the reality that what’s dead doesn’t like to stay dead flashed back to her. She kept her eyes on the pooling blood that surrounded this once caring and loving mother, who raised one hell of a kid. He’s saved my life more times than I can thank him for, remembering how dead she would be if she hadn’t literally ran into him made her blink away the welling tears. Her eyes opened wide as she remembered the thud that had taken place after her own attacker had fallen, Cole! She struggled to get up trying to balance her weak legs and steady herself so she could be strong enough to fend off whatever was coming next, she tightened the grip on the knife, and pushed her hair out of her face, the dried blood did not smear and she quietly listened for any sign that could tell her about the outcome of Cole’s battle.
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Post by Cole Peyton on Dec 16, 2012 0:33:29 GMT -8
Cole tried to bring himself up, he found himself borderline disoriented. He didn't know whether the panic was still raging through him, or if his brain just didn't register what happened, maybe both. Once he steadied himself, his eyes darted around the room to find that girl. If something happened to her too...well...he wouldn't be able to deal with it, that would be the point where he'd might as well give up. "Hannah?" He checked the hallways and then made his way over to the kitchen. He didn't hear anything, which he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He was holding his breathe, that much he knew.
He let out a huge sigh once he rounded the corner and saw Hannah alive and mostly well. "Oh thank God." He hastily made his way to her and wrapped his arms around her in one of the tighter hugs he'd ever given. "You alright?" He pulled back to give her a look over. She looked like she just came back from D-Day. He glanced over to what was at one time his mom, she was motionless in a pool of thick red fluid. Fortunately, she was more skilled in self defense than he maybe anticipated. "Sorry that you got dragged into this." He once again pulled her into a hug. Funny thing was, he never really was one to give hugs. Maybe it was the fact of how much she meant to him know, maybe it was the fact that he was oh so close to his breakdown point. But he seriously didn't want to let go.
Up to this point, things literally couldn't have gone much worse. He finds his parents turned, they just about get munched on, and now they had the added uncertainty if anything outside heard their tangle with death. What more could possibly happen?
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Post by Hannah Flatfield on Dec 20, 2012 12:56:17 GMT -8
Hannah was leaning on the cool counter tile which felt like ice to her numb skin. She gripped the knife handle in one hand but weakly, it would have easily been knocked out of her hand had she had an attacker who registered possession of weapons. She had been holding her breath in the nearly silent house. The shadows cast from the flickering candles made her jump every time, she wondered where the draft was coming from. It was an insane inquiry at this point at time, but one she welcomed. Any distraction- she welcomed.
That was when she heard her name. it sounded so far away, was she in a tunnel? She hoped she wasn’t about to black out, or die, she had hadn’t been bitten, she was sure- she fought with everything she had to make sure she wasn’t. That was when Cole entered the room and raced across to her to embrace her, she allowed herself to rely her weight onto him as wrapped her weak arms around him leaving the knife on the counter. The embrace was one unlike any other she had ever known, it spoke volumes while no verbiage was exchanged. She nodded as he asked if she was alright. She didn’t know if she could find words, but they were there when Cole looked in the direction of the attacker.
”No,” she said weakly, ”No Cole, don’t look.” she shook her head as she risked a peak back to the nightmare that had already occurred. She never wanted to revisit that one again, but knew it would be unavoidable.
”Don’t be sorry, if it wasn’t for you I would be dead on the highway by now,” she reminded him how much she owed him, and knew the debt was only beginning to be paid. They were a team now and they had just handled their most gruesome challenge yet. She hoped to God nothing they ever faced would ever be so personal again. The night felt colder now, and the darkness more frightening now that they had faced what did than before when they weren’t sure. She thought it was sick two eighteen year old kids had to deal with this, what else could be thrown their way?
She looked back to Cole, ”Are you alright?” She felt his arms to make sure she wouldn’t find any blood soaked sleeves or anything that indicated a wound. She wouldn’t be able to handle being alone again, and she would not be able to handle losing Cole. If he was infected- well she guessed they would go together. He didn’t seem like it though so she would save that thought for a rainier day.
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Post by Cole Peyton on Dec 20, 2012 19:45:50 GMT -8
Cole grew a little concerned when he noticed how hazed over Hannah looked, she almost appeared as if she was about to pass out. She practically felt into him after all. She looked in one piece, just more exhausted than anyone he'd ever seen. "You look kinda dazed." He stated with a bit of worry in his voice, though he knew there was probably nothing to worry to about, he was a little light-headed himself.
"Too late." Cole stated as he took in the scene, as strange as it was, the scene he was hoping to see. The alternative would've mentally destroyed him. He let out a sigh as he thought about having to somehow get the bodies out of here...safely. Talk about life giving you one big slap across the face, as if fighting these things weren't already stressful enough.
"Don't sell yourself too short." He raised his brows and gave a small shrug. Despite the crude situation, she'd shown him that she was plenty capable of self defense, maybe the cuts could've been cleaner, but there was a reason she made it this far. That he knew from the start. He made his mind up that tomorrow they were going target shooting. This instance already showed him just how unpredictable this world was, Hannah needed to be good with boom sticks.
"Yeah, I'm good." He looked at his own arms just out of reaction from her checking them out for herself. "Last I checked anyway." He allowed some of his subtle humor seep through just a bit. He slide himself along the counter down to the floor, he needed to sit after this. Taking a look at the bloody mess just a few yards from him. He didn't know why, but he was half expecting his parents to "wake up" again, even though their brain appeared destroyed. Shaking off the thought, he looked back down to the floor and then at Hannah. "Do you feel safe here?" His eyes wandered around the house, that was a question he was still trying to answer himself.
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