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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 8, 2012 23:24:55 GMT -7
Andi: My vision starts to blur as I run, but I'm slowing down. I need help. Fast. My last bullet shell falls to the ground and I grunt in frustration, throwing the gun to the ground. I weave through cars as best as I can. I slow down with each step and eventually turn a corner right into someone. I scream, thinking it's a zombie, and start crying. I guess I'm going to die here aren't I? I think as I hit the ground, accepting the fact, waiting for them to come and rip me apart. But then I see him, the one I ran into, he's very much alive, and firing away at the horde that had followed me all this way. And then, I pass out, hoping to wake up later.
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Post by John Burke on Jan 8, 2012 23:41:34 GMT -7
John I walk silently down the street, listening to the sounds of a zombie horde getting closer with each step. Of course I had run low on supplies at the same time as a horde was passing through, happens just about everytime. Coming up to a corner I hear a gunshot, so I move to the corner and someone runs into me. She falls to the ground, looks up at me and passes out as I start firing into the horde. "hey! You need to wake up now, you can sleep later!" I shout, but she's out cold. I grab her and head for the building I've been holding out in.
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 8, 2012 23:58:06 GMT -7
Andi: When I wake up its dark outside and the screams of zombies are loud. The guy from earlier is sitting against a wall. I can't tell if he's sleeping or not so I call softly, "Hello?" He looks up at me. "Thanks for saving me earlier." I say. I wince at the pain in my side as I sit up, and i look down at my torso to see that the gash in my side from earlier has been bandaged. Who is this guy that he would just help someone like me he doesn't even know?
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Post by John Burke on Jan 9, 2012 0:07:20 GMT -7
John: "hey, you're awake." I say "It wasn't any trouble saving you, but I expect you to do your part to keep supplies up." She looks like she's in pain but better than when she ran into me. "I'm a little short on supplies, and you brought that horde in so we're gonna have to stretch food for a few days until they move on. What's your name, and how did you end up with such a nasty gash on your side?" I ask before pulling some painkillers and handing them to her.
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 9, 2012 0:17:08 GMT -7
Andi: "Well," I remember in horror and tears begin to form in my eyes. "How..." my voice trails off. I remembered it all, "I was running. I was out of everything, I figured... if I didn't get out then I would starve to death..." I pause to take a breath to stop sobs, "They pushed me into it, the glass window. and then I...I..." I couldn't finish the sentence without crying.
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Post by John Burke on Jan 9, 2012 0:27:38 GMT -7
John: "alright slow down and catch your breath, there's some clean water in that cup next to you. Now who are they, the zombies? You didn't get infected did you?!" I ask with the fear of having to kill yet another person before the infection took hold. I was the last of a group of 6, most of which were torn to shreds before my eyes the rest I had to put down. I was determined not to have it happen again, zombies are one thing but a living breathing being is completely different. I had done to much already, but I couldn't let someone just die and become one of them because I was more worried about my fears. Just the thought of doing it makes me sick.
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 9, 2012 0:39:15 GMT -7
Andi: I take a swig of water, "The zombies, yes. but don't worry, I'm immune." I say quietly. Immune. I once had a doctor tell me that about a year ago. One of the lucky about 100 people in the world who were. "Otherwise I would be one of them by now." I roll up my sleeve to show him the many bites and scars. "And that's just on one arm." I drink some more water, "I'm Andi, by the way,"
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Post by John Burke on Jan 9, 2012 0:51:34 GMT -7
John: "I'm John. Nice to have someone else who's immune around, my last group didn't end well. Now for that gash, just because you're immune doesn't stop any other infections from happening. Your gash was pretty bad and I just changed your bandages a little while ago but they need to be changed later." I say, making sure to motion to the bag in the corner "Extra meds are in there." I pull out my revolver and start to clean it. I love it and its served me well but I'll need a new one before long, this one keeps jamming lately. I pretend to be focused on the gun, but I'm more worried about her and keeping her safe. Where did she come from, and why did she run into me? Nothing makes since anymore, all I know is she's another gun but also another back to watch and mouth to feed.
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 9, 2012 1:04:24 GMT -7
Andi: "O-okay," I pause and watch him clean his gun for a few seconds, "Thanks again," I mutter, but I'm not sure he hears me. I notice my knife that is usually on my hip is gone and search around for it. I don't have to search long because it's not far from me. I pull it out from it's sheath and examine it. Still clean, I think. I run my fingers along the handle's intricate design. It's a beautiful knife. My father's. When I hold it, I always think of him, but not the him that I was forced to kill, the him I grew up with and loved.
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Post by John Burke on Jan 9, 2012 8:38:52 GMT -7
John: I'm lost in thought about what to do with her, when I hear her mutter something. I can't make out the words but it couldnt have been that important if she didnt say it loud enough for me to hear. I'm finihsing off cleaning my gun when I see her examing the knife I had to take off her to clean the wound on her side. "Thats a nice knife, Where'd you get it? I thought everything like that had been looted frrom the stores, or lost somewhere out there" I motion towards the only window that has an open spot between some boards.
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 9, 2012 9:13:28 GMT -7
Andi: "I got it from my dad," I reply, "He gave it to me just before... well you can probably guess the rest." I place it back where it belongs and slowly make my way over to sit next to him. "What about you John? Do you have anything you treasure?"
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Post by John Burke on Jan 9, 2012 9:25:02 GMT -7
John: "Yeah, I do. It's a car my brother had before he turned. Before he died the first time he left it to me, over the past few months I've been trying to put some extra protection on it." I say, carefully avoiding the topic of my brother. He and I were closer than brothers should have been able. We never fought, just watched out for each other. "I've almost got it running but I need a couple more parts and some gas." I say. I'm strangly comfortable with her here, like I was meant to find her and I can share anything. I've got to watch what I share though, I still dont know if I can trust anything she says.
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 9, 2012 9:29:17 GMT -7
Andi: It's a nice change of pace to have someone to talk to. It's been a while. "You have a car? how do you manage to find gas? I thought all of the stations had been run dry,"
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Post by John Burke on Jan 9, 2012 9:34:20 GMT -7
John: "The stations are dry, but the cars around here have some left in them, I just need soemone to help me siphon it out." I say hopefully. It's nice to have her here, I was going crazy with only zombies and myself to talk to. And the zombies dont really listen, they were more interested in when I was going to kill myself so they could eat me.
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 9, 2012 9:52:54 GMT -7
Andi: "I could do that! I'll do anything to help since I'm kind of imposing on you here. On my way through the city the first time I saw a drug store but I couldn't get in. It's zombie free on the inside and completely stocked from what it looked through the windows. the only problem is there was a huge car crash right outside the doors and the windows don't brake easy without making too much noise. But with two people we might be able to get in somehow. Any ideas?"
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