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Post by alice on Apr 12, 2009 15:01:14 GMT -5
Branching out from the city, the turnpike dove through a thick, woodsy stretch of land. Cars were left on the highway as though they had been victims to a mass theft and ran for their lives. Several of the run-down vehicles had busted windows and still open doors, making Alice tread lightly around the dark area. It was daytime but that didn't stop the clouds from usurping the sky and permeating an autumn chill through their pieces.
"Yeah, it's cold out alright," she muttered to herself.
At her right hand holster was one of two weapons, a small SIG handgun, her trusted companion. At her left side was a large standard Ka Bar knife, also in its respected holsters. Across her back stretched her medical symbols on a black-leather jacket pulled over a ruby-red top. She wore dark jeans and black boots to accompany the outfit. Anyone who saw her might have though she had stepped out of some zombie flick and, in fact, they were right.
Slender fingers poked at the unopened car door. It was unlikely anyone would've survived with so little air and zombies crowded around the red vehicle but she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she were wrong. Alice scowled as the door sat unmoving and dove into her extra strength, yanking the door open a little too hard so that it hit another car's mirror and caused the piece to dangle uselessly.
"Aw shit, I don't need seven years bad luck," she frowned slightly, pausing to hear a movement to her right.
Silver-rimmed orbs turned to her right, watching the area around her as though she was some sort of predator stalking prey. The noise had come from the underground bridge of the turnpike, just a little ways ahead of her. Alice reached into her holster and pulled out the gun, clicking off the safety as she moved in on the location of the noise. Who knew what would have survived out here?
"Is anybody there?" she asked, voice echoing, "if you're human you'd better tell me before I click the trigger."
[[Anybody wanna join?]]
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Post by Zoey Black on Apr 12, 2009 20:35:26 GMT -5
They tried to flee. All of them, tried to flee. But once the disease had spread, it had spread, and there was almost no running from it. Only a few survived, apparently their bodies were immune to the infection, somehow. But, those that survived, only survived to live through a nightmare that at one time, could only be envisioned in multi-million dollar Hollywood blockbusters, gory but fun video games, and Stephen King horror novellas.
But this was all too real. Entire families, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, daughters, and sons, wiped out. Killed brutally by the monsters their loved ones had become. And whomever didnt turn into some murderous flesh-devouring thing, tried to flee. And this was the result.
A massive graveyard. The hundreds, if not thousands, of cars, served as mausoleums for many people, who chose to hide in their vehicle, and suffocate to death, than to leave the car and flee. Sometimes this worked, sometimes, it didnt; she could see a few of the cars had shattered front and back windshields, shattered windows, with blood caked on the shattered glass, as if someone had broken in, and dragged someone out, with the glass tearing away at skin on the way out.
Zoey looked around, at the many cars that surrounded her. Some of them terrified her, disturbed her. Not the car itself, but the scene. In particular, there was a station wagon about five feet to her left. She had walked past it, at least four times. And no matter how many times she walked past it, she couldn't help but feel....that there is no higher power, no higher intelligence.
What she saw proved it. The station wagon was, physically, in working order. The windows were not broken, there were just a few dents on the outside. But, there was a babyseat in the back, and lying on the ground beside the open back door, was a small doll. It was a cute thing, wearing a white dress, which due to being exposed to the elements turned into a kind of yellowish color.
Its once angelic face was caked in dirt, and grime. And the yellow-ish dress, had splotches of red, that she could only guess was blood. "Some poor little girl is missing her doll..." Zoey uttered, as if she had forgotten that she was talking out loud.
"Did you find anything?" She peeked over at Alice, another Delta Seven. She, like Alice, had her sidearm, and the Ka-Bar. She, like Alice, had a SIG P226, chambered with .357 rounds.
She was clad in combat boots, black fatigues, shortsleeved top, and fingerless gloves. She had on a tactical vest, holsters for knife and gun.
Watching Alice walk in the other direction, she found herself curious. She unholstered the P226, and followed after her, thumbing off the safety as she turned on the laser sight, and stood soon beside her, walking alongside her, "We really should be checking the cars for survivors..." She said this to Alice, but even she knew, no one would have waited out here.
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Post by alice on Apr 13, 2009 8:37:31 GMT -5
Alice nearly jumped five feet when her team mate called to her from the direction she had sensed the movement in. She hadn't really known how far Zoey had gone but apparently it hadn't been that far. The turnpike had been their subject for rescues the entire day though not one person had been saved from the nightmare that surrounded it. Alice stared at Zoey, her heart racing from the fright.
"Jesus Zoey," she nearly cursed, "are you trying to kill me?"
Her gun hand relaxed a little and she holstered her gun, turning back to the car with the busted open door. Silver eyes examined the interior of the car and what she found was just as disappointing as she had assumed it would be. Slumped over the wheel was a dead man. He had no marks or bruises to suggest that he'd been beaten or contracted the virus. Alice's eyes turned to the car air settings; recirculation. Maybe he'd died from lack of oxygen?
Overall he was pale with black hair and an almost feminine frame. Alice resisted the urge to poke him just to make sure. He was dead. D-E-A-D. Dead as a door knob, whatever that meant. She sighed, slumping over a nearby car and watching the clouds pass overhead. What were they looking for out here? Just how many people had the ability to survive a zombie apocalypse?
"This sucks," Alice sighed and turned her attentions to Zoey who was poking through a different vehicle somewhere to her right, "Yo, Zoey, find anything fun yet?"
Boredom and disappointment had turned out to be her worst enemies, gripping her heart with an almost charismatic pain. She was a medic. Nobody died on her watch. Nobody even got a scratch on her watch dammit or she wasn't doing her job. The man in front of her was living proof of societies failures. If only they had been a few days earlier the crew might have been able to save him.
From the corner of her eye, Alice imagined that he twitched.
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Post by Zoey Black on Apr 15, 2009 13:46:48 GMT -5
Find anything? What was there to find? No one could survive out in the Turnpike. Even if they remained in their cars, either the monsters would find them, smash out the windows ,which was very easily done, and drag them out, or, if the monsters somehow did not see them (maybe because the car had tinted windows), they would suffocate in the car, from having the car's windows shut.
The air would recirculate, and sooner or later, the carbon dioxide would kill them. Humans breath in oxygen and release carbon dioxide, it was a common fact. It was the exact opposite of what trees did (which "breathed" in carbon dioxide and released oxygen.) And, large amounts of carbon dioxide is deadly to a human, especially if they are stuck in a car, windows shut, doors locked, and with the car turned off, with the air conditioner off, so as not to attract the attention of the monsters around them.
"Not one single thing." Zoey called back as she'd holster her weapon and stretched, as she began to walk towards Alice, head canted, a few hairs falling across her face, "I really doubt we'll ever find anyone out here. Even if we looked up and down the entire Turnpike, no one would have been dumb enough to stay in their car, even after a few hours, when the monsters left, they would have gotten out, and tried to run somewhere...And with all of the woods, I doubt we'll find them, not without some kind of aerial support or something.."
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Post by alice on Apr 15, 2009 21:41:33 GMT -5
Under the weight of reality, Alice found herself sighing. it was really hopeless running these missions but they would never give up hope. Hope was the light that kept those people in the Underground from giving up and just letting the zombies take them. Alice didn't know what exactly they were fighting or what they were trying to do but it sure as heck beat sitting around in some cramped underground trying to piece together a cure. She rested slender fingers on an orange sudan, closing the door to the car she had previously opened so as to make sure that the man didn't get eaten, even though he was dead.
"Damn it's like we come out here every day and all we see are people who didn't make it," she sighed, "it's a good thing we have each other or I might be upset," Alice teased, though half serious with her words.
They couldn't bury them. They couldn't move them. And they certainly couldn't leave them out there for the zombies to munch on. Man life was hard when you were part of the world's biggest clean up crew. If only things had been different and they had been aware of the damage of terrorist groups like Lost Heaven. People needed to know how things like that could effect them. They needed to know that the group was serious, that they were dangerous, and the officials had just shrugged it off like any other threat.
No big news, just a bio threat that might mummify the entire city, go back to your mocha javas.
"What do you think?" she turned to Zoey, "time to cash in our incredible savings? I bet they'll be happy if we at least come back with the supplies we got from the cars. Gum is better than saying 'nope kids, we didn't find jack, sorry'. It's almost dark by the looks of it anyways," Alice squinted her silver rims towards the sky, catching the slowly fading hues of the expanse.
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Post by Zoey Black on Apr 16, 2009 11:33:43 GMT -5
"Sure. Its better than nothing." Zoey stretched and stood next to Alice, leaning against the car. "To think...at one time, I was sneaking into the house, after a date with the cutest blue-eyed guy I've ever seen..." She sighed softly. "He's probably roaming the streets as we speak looking for flesh to eat...." She turned and leaned against the back hood of the car. "I can actually imagine it, 'Hey baby,mind if we go back to my place and I eat your face? I don't mean make out, I mean, literally, eat your face.'" She smiled weakly.
Zoey had liked him. A lot. She could only hope that he hadn't died. Or worse, hadn't become one of those things.
"You know, sometimes, I want to go...into that guys' room....the President, I mean....and just punch him in the face..." She looked at the ground, "We don't negotiate with terrorists....Yeah...Shrug off the bio-terror alert. Shrug off every damn alert...That's what happened with 9/11, I know they knew." She sat up. "And the Twin Towers fell, and then the Krippin Building and the Nacatomi Building....all within three years, each time, they got a warning, and every time they shrugged it off."
She sighed, "You think that after a while, they'd grow a few brain cells and think, 'You know, maybe this time its not just some wacko religious cult or fanatic religious zealot talking a lot of smack. Maybe it actually is some wacko religious cult or fanatic religious zealot who is willing, able, and ready to attack, bomb, or bioterrorize us. But....to be on the safe side, lets let everyone continue to watch their Saturday morning Bugs Bunny cartoons, eating their overpriced Starbucks-Dunkin Donuts-Java-Mocha-Double-Shot coffee, and completely ignore the problem at hand. Whose going to suffer when it happens? Not gonna be me.'" She damn near punched the back hood of the car and then sighed.
"Well, lets give one more look around, alright? Gum is better than jack, but....I want to make sure we give at least...one more look. We don't have to look the whole place over, we can just check a few cars. I put a long scratch down the side of cars we already checked. Cars without it, we haven't checked yet."
Zoey looked around. "I'll take those ten cars, you take those....then we can go home, well...back to the coffee can we call home..."
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Post by alice on Apr 16, 2009 12:01:34 GMT -5
"Sounds like a plan," Alice sighed with one last look at Zoey, her heart had sunk with each of the words, weighed down by reality.
"You're exactly right about that Zoey, we should have seen something like this coming but everyone was too busy looking at their own lives as opposed to everyone else's. But I guess you can't really blame anyone for being selfish, it's pretty much a human trait," she moved closer to the red car she had been leaning on, if possible.
Slender fingers wedged in between the door handle of a big chevy and she gave it a good yank. The contents of the chevy poured out before her onto the turnpike ground and she almost lost her lunch. A man with his face half eaten, ironically, stood gazing up at her, fallen over like a rag doll. Alice turned her attentions to a dead corpse that sad in the drivers side. Buddies? One infected and the other just the passenger? She was about to discover more but a half-eaten hand clamped down on her foot.
"Shit! There are some alive ones in here!" she yelled to Zoey, smacking the zombie off of her foot as he tried to take a nice chunk out of her leg.
Alice responded by placing a bullet in his brain. The zombie seemed to falter a little but his grip on her leg was like freaking iron. She smacked down on the back of his head hard with her foot, yanking her other leg away from him. The sound of skin ripping made her want to hurl and she found his hand clinging to her leg, detached from his body.
"I'm living in a cheap horror film!" Alice nearly died as she whacked the dead hand off from her leg and fired another bullet to silence the zombie just in time to feel another hand grip her shoulder.
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Post by Zoey Black on Apr 17, 2009 21:24:47 GMT -5
Zoey had been about to leave when she heard Alice's cry. She turned, immediately her gun was raised. And she pulled the trigger. She had barely turned to look and the trigger was pulled. It had been a reflex.
There was someone behind Alice. It was a person? No. It couldn't be. The person's clothing was torn, shredded almost. Their face had a few large chunks of flesh ripped away as if someone had decided to kiss the guy then hey why not, tear off a few bites, dip it into some ketchup like some kind of human-flavored chicken nugget.
Well, whatever. The thing was too close to Alice for Zoey's comfort. The first shot went wide. It struck the window, shattering through it. It flew through the car, and slammed into the back passenger door, easily slicing through the material and making a large bulge on the door, as the steel caught the bullet.
The second round, caught the creature on the shoulder. It let out a pained cry as it was forced back, into the side of the car. She pulled the trigger two more times. One got it in the temple, and the other just between the eyes, above the nose. The creature's cries were silenced, immediately. The back of its head had burst, causing gray matter, black-ish blood, and skull fragments to paint the side of the car.
The creature slumped to the ground in a heavy, unceremonious heap. "Heh...Ok, forget looking around. Let's just go." Zoey amended her previous statement.
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Post by alice on Apr 20, 2009 15:49:36 GMT -5
"Hey, hey! Quit shooting at me!" Alice teased, watching the molding corpse flop around on the ground besides her.
Most people would have been a bit upset at this point but Alice only managed to bounce back again. If she had a panic attack every time a zombie had snuck up behind her and played peek a boo she would have been tossed out of the Underground and left to fend for herself. Of course those damn zombies were going to sneak up on them, but that didn't meant that the Seven weren't going to be able to defend themselves properly.
"To hell with survivors today," Alice started, moving over to where Zoey was with her gun in hand, "I have a baaad feeling about being on this turnpike right now."
Above them the clouds seemed to grow blacker in what might have been dubbed twilight. Maybe it was just torrential rains creeping up on them? Heck it was probably her imagination. Alice brushed her way through the sea of cars, well aware of the way her surroundings seemed to ooze towards the dark corners where evil things were brewing. She might have thought she was wrong if the sounds of shouting and blood-thirsty screams hadn't pierced the air.
"Shit I need to stop being right about these things!" She braced herself against a wall, her pistol ready and her attentions on her companion, "Zoey! Run or shoot?"
The hoard was working its way through the sea of vehicles, some screams pierced the dead woods around them and Alice felt her heart skipping to the beat of her fear. It was always this way when they went out. There always had to be something, some sort of sick obstacle straight out of a hollywood horror film. She only hoped that this was the only trick hollywood had up its sleeve.
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