ellis
Cosa Nostra
Posts: 133
AKA (in game): Elisa
AKA (in game): Wilson
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Post by ellis on Jun 1, 2015 23:41:13 GMT -5
The bandits did us in.
For weeks I had noticed missing supplies, or broken locks on our doors, nothing serious. I repaired them and kept it from my sisters. Ever since the mall I have been sure this was the safest place. Hidden and having given up everything, we live in the forest, my sisters and I. Our days are rabbits and squirrels, baits and traps, open even to the rains. We adapt.
Naively, I thought of the bandit as a friend. I began leaving supplies outside the doors, built an area for safe harbor and rest outside the main compound. Left foods and some medical supplies, some ammunition. Days went by with no burglary and I began to think we had come to terms. I have nothing he doesn't have and showed I was willing to share. However, something changed.
Two days ago I woke to the horrible hum of undead too near. Our outer walls were destroyed in several places, ramps in others, feeding the massing (and recently more aggressive and agitated) hordes directly into our camp. In the small room we struggled to feel normal in, the stores were smashed and rifled through, all good things quite gone. And the sound! Hundreds of them, maybe thousands, a deep, phlegmatic voice to each.
We struggled to get higher and away but where now, even if we can survive this. Where now?
The bandits did us in.
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TDog
You just got Tdogged
Blood Hounds
Posts: 38
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Post by TDog on Jun 1, 2015 23:57:12 GMT -5
Silver and York did it
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Post by Clutch [FM] on Jun 2, 2015 0:01:33 GMT -5
A starving dog eats his master if he feeds it through the window. My grandfather once told me. Awesome writing. I hope to hear more from your work
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illegalcattoss
This is my swamp >.>
Runner
Posts: 25
AKA (in game): Ash
Reputation:: Friendly
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Post by illegalcattoss on Jun 2, 2015 0:20:09 GMT -5
Sadly that is the life us good doer's live. It took a lot of being killed by bandits before I actually used those guns I stashed away in the woods. I usually stashed them so no one else could have them. But I now use them at times...
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JordosS
The Agency
Posts: 263
AKA (in game): Nicola Tesla
AKA (in game): Usain Bolt
AKA (in game): Drakon
Reputation:: Veteran
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Post by JordosS on Jun 2, 2015 8:27:43 GMT -5
This is a very nice story. I wish it was longer though but youre writing is good and it sucked me right in.
You cant come to terms with bandits, only options are to become one or bandit the bandits.
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ellis
Cosa Nostra
Posts: 133
AKA (in game): Elisa
AKA (in game): Wilson
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Post by ellis on Jun 3, 2015 0:13:06 GMT -5
I think we remember now more clearly the disorder of those first few days and weeks, before we made this place. We spent three days scraping by before we decided to retake our camp. It came to us too easy originally, I argued, this was simply our due. Our 'trial of blood and fire' as Elise put it. How prophetic it proved when we made our plan.
Brilliant Elise, though not shy of combat at all (and maybe more skilled than I in this regard), was adamant that we could not just assault the army of corpses that had occupied and undermined our base, our peace. Though Elisa and I, perhaps in eager ignorance, were willing and optimistic, Elise talked us down and hatched a magnificent plan. Ultimately, few shots were fired, sparing us the limited ammunition the thieves had missed. How hopeless even a victory may have been with only Elisa and I planning it, and that itself far fetched.
Near our forest home there is a bridge which is the only crossing for the river for some ways. A natural choke point to bring the mob into a compact mass in the crossing.
"Here. Here we set a series of large fires, once we have drawn the zombies to the bridge. The asphalt and concrete will help minimize excessive spread." Elise looked every bit the policewoman that maybe I never allowed my sister to seem to me before, Elisa was committed but clearly daydreaming as well.
"Let's hope we are as alluring as we think," I struggle to make it some kind of joke.
"Let's hope we are as agile," Elisa counters, somehow altered ever since she came back.
I keep these diaries now because in a given moment, as an event occurs, I am both so at home and yet utterly alien to my old self.
Only a few strong stars (never learned enough stars) had the grit to force their blurry light through the nights thin clouds and the rising, choking cloud of smoke. Elisa was a perfect bait, and quick in her movements, a huge mass of the dead alive crushed across the bridge as the fires went up. Perhaps a thousand putrid, viral, flaming human shapes threw shifting shadows as they staggered, the fires upon them flashing against one another and the great blue black backdrop of the darkened sky.
Once they were thoroughly aflame and confused we moved away to a safe distance and silently watched. Suddenly I was terribly sad and almost sick in my stomach. In my mind it was difficult to determine how far we really were from the mess on that bridge. How long ago were those things us? Was this what it was like everywhere now?
We choose to rebuild, after our night of fire and blood, this time confident that all is in balance with the world. We earned our small space, our small peace. We paid the price. For now.
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