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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 9, 2012 13:00:17 GMT -7
Andi: "John!" I scream in terror then cover my mouth, worried i startled some zombies. I don't know what to do right now!
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Post by John Burke on Jan 9, 2012 13:05:18 GMT -7
John: I hear Andi scream. The only thing I can think of are the zombies, what if they heard her? I pull myself up and over the ledge, I stand up to find that I've twisted my ankle, badly. I look over at Andi and give her the ok sign, then I get to work moving the board across the gap. It's a lot harder than it should have been since I had to limp, why did I have to twist my ankle at such a bad time?
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 9, 2012 13:11:10 GMT -7
Andi: I bend down to grab the board as he moves it up. Is he limping? It's dark enough that I can't really tell. I step across towards him and whisper, "Are you ok? I don't think zombies heard me."
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Post by John Burke on Jan 9, 2012 13:16:56 GMT -7
John: "Yeah, I'm fine. When the ledge gave way I twisted my ankle pretty bad, look for an ankle brace while we're in here. I'll need it to get back." I say. I move over to the vent opening, and try to pry off the covvering. It moves a little but I can't get any leverage with my ankle. "I need you to grab the other side if this and pull, I can't get on my own." I say, hating myself for having to put her in such a position with her side.
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 9, 2012 13:28:39 GMT -7
Andi: I nod and on 3 we pull the cover off with a grunt and it clatters to the side. I drop down inside first with my pistol ready to fire. I look around the shelves and it's all clear. "I think we're good. this place is untouched...I wonder why that is,"
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Post by John Burke on Jan 9, 2012 13:37:55 GMT -7
John: I drop down, careful to land on my uninjured right leg. "I dont know, items could be infected. Just fill up your pockets and bag then lets get the hell out of here." I say, grabbing an akle brace from a shelf. I can walk a lot more easily with the brace on, but it still hurts. I grab everything from junk food to high grade antibiotics, but in my hurry I catch sight of a paper. It says 'Strange plague takes Local mans life, body disappears'. I can't look away, I just stand there stuck in the flashback. He looked so peacefull, until he stood up and started chasing down my mother. I tried to catch up but he was to fast, I couldnt stop him from biting my brother and killing my mother.
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 9, 2012 13:54:44 GMT -7
Andi: We both are romping around throwing things in our bags. "Hey do you think we..." I turn to him, but stop when I see him staring at a newspaper. The expression on his face looks pained. I read over his shoulder, "Did...did you know them?" I ask quietly.
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Post by John Burke on Jan 9, 2012 14:01:51 GMT -7
John: "He was my father, he was patient zero. He killed my mother, she was immune so she just died, and he bit my brother." I say, my voice faltering. I pick up the paper and ball it up, then throw it away. "Grab anything last minute, we've still gotta hit the grocery store sometime in the next couple days. But not today."
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 9, 2012 14:16:38 GMT -7
Andi: I was startled by this sudden atmospheric change as he shared that piece of his past. But we jump back to reality and grab the rest of the meds and head back to camp. By the time we get back to the elevator shaft the sun's a lot farther up and the "day zombies" are coming out.
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Post by John Burke on Jan 9, 2012 14:23:46 GMT -7
John: We get back and I drop my weapons by the wall. I open up my bag and head to a different room, "you can put food and meds in here." I yell back to Andi. I finish off putting away the meds I grabbed and head back to the other room. "If you want the hot water heater is still working and the rooms are down that hall, there's plenty of extra clothes around so I'm sure you can find something. I think one of my old team mates was about your size, her bag is mixed with the others so take what you want." I say, just wanting some time to myself. "You can have any room that's down there, each one has a private bathroom and shower. If you need anything my room is the last one on the left, next to my door is the supply closet with soap, towels that kind of stuff and next to that is the door to the stairs. Please don't touch that door, it took forever to block closed."
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 10, 2012 0:25:37 GMT -7
Andi: "Alright thanks," I say and head to the hallway after dropping my bag with everything else. The shower is always a place to think. The hot water is a refreshing change. I think about my dream from last night. I know it's a memory, but I just can't seem to remember what happened after the closet door opened. I don't even know who opened it. It's so frustrating to not remember something so important in your life! I guess I was really young then. Maybe five or six. The warmth of the water is beginning to make me drowsy so I decide to get out before I drown. i look at my gash in the mirror above the sink and wince. Of all the things that could've happened to me in a zombie apocalypse and I almost die because of a window!
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Post by John Burke on Jan 10, 2012 6:19:45 GMT -7
John: I walk back to my room, and close the door. I lay down to think but I can't do it with the zombies screaming outside. I find the small cd player and a classical cd. As the music starts I remember the entire night that this all started, and the fact that I still haven't found my father so i can put him out of his pain. Then I remember Andi, and wonder why I've brought her here. With my last group I was the repairman, I could rig anything with the right tools. I got them power, security, and not only running water but hot water. It wasn't enough for them, they wanted heat, and cable, and the real home experience so they we kept going back out. But everytime we came back with one less person. What if she does the same thing, what if she tries to rush through and get eveything she wants instead of what we need? I stop thinking about it and focus on the music, letting it relax me but not going to sleep.
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 10, 2012 17:18:39 GMT -7
Andi: I lay in my new bed. It's nice sleeping in a real bed. A hotel is good place to be in this world I think. My eyelids start getting heavy and next thing I know I'm out cold.
. . . I wake up to a thin stream of light coming through the window, right in my face. I groan, but manage to pry myself up and take a look in the mirror. The walk is followed by a long sigh. Why can't there be straightners here? Because I'm certainly not going to risk my life for one. Wait.. why do I care about my appearance now anyway? I never did before...
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Post by John Burke on Jan 10, 2012 17:41:42 GMT -7
John: I wake up to a pain in my leg. Looking down I see that my ankle has swollen badly, I sit up and look for where I left the brace. It's on the dresser, a couple feet from the end of my bed. I try to stand but immediately fall on my face, "Good for nothing ankle!" I yell, probably scaring the hell out of some zombies near the building. I remember that I'm not alone here anymore, and wish I hadn't yelled so loud. I stand with a grunt and hop to the dresser. I catch sight of myself and I'm actually embaressed by it. What if Andi sees me like this? Wait, why do I care about what I look like to her, why do I care what I look like in the first place? It's not like anyones gonna see me. I ignore the thoughts for a moment and work on putting on the brace, It hurts but I can at least walk with it on. I go to grab some some clothes but have to stop after grabbing a button up from the closet, and sit to massage my ankle for a while. I plug in the cd player and listen to the classical music as the cd plays through again, trying not to think about the pain.
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Post by Andi Parker on Jan 11, 2012 23:36:46 GMT -7
Andi: I run my fingers through my hair, pulling it back into a ponytail. I sigh, I guess it'll have to do. I mosey out into the hallway and into the main room again, and grab one of my portions of food. Its a granola bar. Trust me, in a zombie apocalypse, it tastes like the best chocolate cake in the world.
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