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Post by Rox Yoon on Oct 21, 2012 10:37:13 GMT -8
A sky filled with stars so brilliant once could make out the milky way illuminated the sky. The darkness of night was illuminated by the stars, allowing a little bit more visibility that usual. No birds could be heard in the trees, nor could bats. The crickets had fallen silent long ago, and even the mosquitos seemed to have fled. The silence of the night hung heavy in the air of the forest as a soft crunching could be heard. The noise of lips smacking together, slurping and snarling softly filled the night. A figure, shaded by the shadows of the forest, was looming over a red corpse. Whatever the corpse use to be, by now it had been picked at and eaten up to the point of disfigurement. It was impossible to tell what it was after that thing had mutilated it.
These observations were made by a second figure. This figure was much smaller than the one on the forest floor eating away. It was crouching in a tree just above the figure. Hands covered the figure's own mouth, trying to hide the sound of it's breathing. One wrong move and the figure on the forest floor would know it was being watched. After all, it was one of the ravenous undead, and the mysterious figure hiding in the tree was a young woman. Her hair was cut short in a sloppy fashion, as if with a knife, and both of her eyes were a dark brown, made almost black by the lightning of the forest. Terror filled her eyes as she stared down below, watching the undead eat the corpse of a mysterious creature.
Earlier that day she had climbed up the tree in hopes of catching sight of the nearest town, but instead, she found herself trapped in the tree by one of the undead that had wandered into the area. Unfortunately for her, she had left her back by the roots of the trees. Luckily, it was hidden well, so no animal nor the undead would be able to mistakenly find it. All she had to do was sit and wait for the undead to move. However.. the smell of whatever it was eating combined with the horrifying sounds made the girl feel woozy and ill. She swayed in the tree, feeling faint. Her food was in her bag as well, and the girl had already been trapped in the tree for a few hours. As she eyed the strap of her bag, her body suddenly shifted to the side. Unable to control herself, she found herself falling, only kept in the tree by her legs wrapped around the branch. Her body hung in front of the undead, who now noticed her. As it swung out, attempting to bite the young girl, she pulled herself up. Her heart was beating so quickly it felt as if it would jump out of her throat. The undead was below her now, snapping and snarling. It knew she was up in the tree now. Gulping, the girl ran a hand through her hair, leaning against the trunk. It was going to be a long night.
Several hours later the sun was peeking over the edge of the trees. The undead had wandered off by now, probably toward another unlucky survivor. The mass of flesh that it had been feasting on was still so deformed she couldn't tell what it was, but from the looks of where it was positioned, it might have been someone trying to steal her back. Rox sighed as she slid the bag onto her back and stretched. Looking down, she stared at the blood covered earth for a moment. This may have been someone's final resting place. Turning, Rox hummed softly, glad it wasn't hers. She had things to do, things to survive doing, and things to kill. The nearest city was Portland, and she wanted to get in there and secure a room before night fell. The thing about cities was that they were great for catching up to sleep in. If you found a building and managed to wipe it clean within a day, then simply blocked off the first floor stairwells and such, you pretty much had a simple safe zone as long as you weren't noisy. With this in mind, Rox pulled tightly on the strap of her bag and began her way toward Portland.
On her way to the city, luck smiled down upon the girl. She had been walking along an old road in the forest. It was a road used by hunters to get to their hunting spots during certain seasons, so it was fairly rough and desolate. Lucky for her the apocalypse happened outside of deer season. As she was walking, Rox came across a wooden cabin. Cabins like that were often used as convenience stores year round for hunters, campers and anyone who just happened to be in the area. It was one of the older sorts, hardly any windows and one sturdy door. Said door was covered in blood and left open, but she was sure she could clear out anything or anyone who wanted to cause trouble in the cabin. Opening the door, she held her left arm up, waving softly. Her right hand was kept tightly against her hips, ready to pull her hunting knife from her belt.
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Post by Makaio "Trust" Memorare on Oct 21, 2012 11:22:17 GMT -8
 when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER[/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Hell.....That's what this place was....Hell... It had been three long weeks since that day when the rehab center turned into a psych ward and everyone started devouring each other. Since then Makaio had numerous encounters what seemed to be the undead. He even saw a man get eaten alive, only to get up and start looking for 'food' himself. There was no way to explain what was going on. He must have died in his sleep bad in that rehab center. He must have been sent to hell for all his sins. Since that day He hadn't actually met anyone alive. He saw a few people getting attacked. But by that time there was nothing he could do.
Now Trust was on his way to Portland. He figured maybe there was some one there who could help him. Or at least tell him what was going on. Saying that half of the time since then he was actually locked in his room at the rehab center. As Makaio walked through the thick forrest his body was shaking. What a time to have another withdrawal. Beads of sweat ran down his freezing skin. Goosebumps coated the smooth skin as he walked. His legs stumbled as they struggled to cary his body across the rough dirt terrain. His hazel eyes were dilated, his vision was blurred and his stomach was turning Threatening to vomit any food he had stolen the past week and a half.
His breathing was heavy as he leaned against a tree. His hazel eyes tried to focus on something he saw in front of him. Suddenly his body began to move towards it. His mind still trying to gather the facts of what it was. It was different from all the trees; was it a large rock? No... a cabin?...no...wait...yes. It was a cabin. But there was no time to celebrate. When the weary boy arrived at the cabin doors his hand lifted up to push on the middle of the door. But instead it landed in a puddle of blood, it was still slightly thick, his hand slipped through the crimson mess causing him to loose his balance and fall forward into the wooden door. His body caused the door to crash open, hitting the floor with a loud thud.
Makaio laid there a few moments before pulling his body up, crawling slowly into the cabin, using the boot on his foot to kick the door halfway shut. As he slowly crawled into the cabin he saw a bed in the back room. He used all of his strength to crawl through the cabin. It was seemingly empty, a bit of a mess. But kind of peaceful. But there was no time or way he could think about that right now. Right now his mind was focused on crawling up and finding a place to sit in his suffering alone. There was no time to even check the place to make sure it was safe.
After what felt like hours the male finally reached the bed, it's sheets tossed in a hot mess, but he didn't care. He lifted his arms, using the rest of his strength to pull his pathetic shaking body into the bed. slowly moving so that he pulled the thick blanket over his body he curled up into a ball. Then the world faded away into darkness.
His body suddenly jolted as a sound danced into his ears. His body had gotten a few hours of rest and the withdrawal had ended, for now. His body was sticky with sweat, his cloths drenched in the stuff. Suddenly the fact of what the sound was hit him like a fist to the gut. A voice!
It had felt like years since he heard another voice other than his own or those screaming for help. The male quickly thrusted the blankets off his body and jumped to his feet, causing a soft thud on the old wooden floor. Reaching into his bed he found his silenced 9mm he found the day he left the rehab center. He had yet to use it, but if this was an undead or someone who was insane. He wouldn't have a choice.
He slowly walked through the room holding the gun up pointed at the seemingly young woman who now stood in the door way with one hand up in the air. His hazel eyes scanned her body and posture. Left hand reaching for a weapon, but other than the seemingly alive and normal. The look in her eyes didn't show the blood lust from those monsters, her cloths were dirty but seemingly clean of blood and not really tattered to pieces.
Makaio didn't notice but his heart was beating a thousand miles per second and his breathing has ceased. Holding the gun shaking towards the woman he finally opened his lips. "Who are you?..."
His voice was slightly shaky but still held it strong in a determined defensive matter. He thought she was okay, but wanted to make sure before he let his guard down. Was it possible? was it possible for someone else to be living in his own personal hell?
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Post by Rox Yoon on Oct 22, 2012 10:04:11 GMT -8
It was quiet. The entire cabin was silent. The dark aisles of the store sat in the darkness, and Rox took a second step further into the store. She still held her arm up, as if to protect herself. The store looked as if no one had found it since the event a couple of weeks ago. If Rox had to guess, the store owners died and were taken out by relatives, or, they were hiding somewhere within the store either alive or dead. Both options didn't sit too well with Rox. The convenience store was a prime location to gather food and obtain shelter for a few days. If she had to fight with someone over it, well, there would be blood, and Rox was damn sure it wouldn't be her's. Turning toward the door, she shut it silently. It would be hell if she had to deal with an undead wandering into the cabin while having to deal with a member of the living.
Then, as if summoned by her thoughts, a man appeared at the other end of the cabin. Rox quickly turned toward him. The man looked different than what she'd expect a store owner to look like. He had long dreadlocks and a sickly feeling to him. This guy had probably found the store and was living there. Rox doubted he would want to give up such a nice place or share it with a stranger. To add to that problem, he was pointing a gun at her. Her eyes narrowed as she watched his hands. They were shaking. It looked like he still wasn't use to killing or even shooting the thing. That was an even bigger problem. A gun novice who didn't know how to use his weapon might get them both killed with something as small as a pistol. Rox wasn't going to wait around for the guy to decide to put the gun down.
As he asked who she was, the girl jumped forward. Her arm was still held in front of her, as if protecting her. If the man shot the bullet would hit the Kevlar that was tightly wrapped around her arm. It would hurt quite a bit, and it might even leave a bruise. However, there wouldn't be any flesh damage or broken bones. As soon as she got close to him, her other hand pulled out her eight inch hunting knife. Rox stopped directly in front of the man, her arm pressed against the barrel of his gun. She brought her hand up, pointing the knife in his direction. At this close distance, even the Kevlar wouldn't do much good against the gun. She might not get a flesh wound, but she might get a broken bone from the impact. However, most people didn't know that. They thought Kelvar stopped bullets no matter where it was placed.
"I'm alive, that's all you need to know," she spoke slowly, the grip on her knife tightening. "And if you want to keep being alive as well, lower your pistol place it on the floor." Her voice was a soft commanding whisper. Shifting toward the door, the frowned. When she was done dealing with this guy, Rox would need to lock the door to keep any of them out. Some of them knew how to open doors. Turning back to the man, she kept her knife pointed at him. "If you shoot that gun, everything in the forest will hear it and come toward it," she whispered.
"And I'm not dying because some fucker was too stupid to realize that."
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Post by Makaio "Trust" Memorare on Oct 22, 2012 11:59:54 GMT -8
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Makaio's hazel eyes scanned over the girl, but almost instantly as she spoke she moved. Suddenly instinct kicked in, as the girl closed in his finger squeezed the trigger, thanks to the silencer there wasn't as much kick, but there also wasn't as much power behind it. The pullet landed into her armor and suddenly she was in his face with a knife, her arm over the barrel of the gun. His eyes looked into her. as she spoke it confirmed all the information he had been gathering. All those people, there where dead, yet still moving around and feeding. Then the food became the feeder, some effed up food chain.
When she commanded that he put his gun on the grown he eyed her suspiciously. But he wasn't a fool. He simply nodded and put the safety back on. And carefully placed the gun on the ground. He watched the girl close and lock the door and he knew she was expecting to stay here. He hadn't even thought of that yet. Last night he could think of nothing but the pain, and when he awoke there was the fear of who was in the house. He could tell this woman meant business when she carried the conversation on, calling him some names for not realizing the noise the gun would make. This caused him to form a small smirk and laugh to himself as he looked down at the gun. Maybe she didn't notice the Silencer.
This was all moving too fast, this was the first living person he had seen since 'that day' but here he was with her knife in his face and him having shot her. Of course the armor helped her out in that case, but he had none. He knew that if he wanted to stay alive, he had to at least stand up for himself in some way.
"No huhu bra, easy..easy...I just makin' sure yu ain't un of 'em flesh eaters, How yu put tha Knife down sistah? If you didn notice, tha gun has a silenca. "
He held his hands up and smiled softly looking at the knife in her hands. He was trying to come off friendly, to tone his accent down a bit so she could understand what he was saying. He spent enough time in the main lands to actually be able to hide his accent most of the time. But he preferred not to. Looking at the female it was obvious she had no intention of taking any risk, Makaio on the other hand was just happy to see someone else who was alive and not eating other people.
"People call me Trust, what do yu go by Sistah?"
His hazel eyes looked into her eyes gently as he smiled softly, his white teeth gently flashing through his lips as he raised his hands in the air to show a sign of surrender. Makaio was a gentle male, he didn't want to cause any trouble, especially if this girl was alive like him. Maybe there was a reason she was here, maybe God had brought them together to help them out of this hell, was she an angel? Nah that's way too far fetched, But it didn't matter. All that did matter was he found someone else he was alive.
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