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Post by Clutch [FM] on May 26, 2015 10:21:59 GMT -5
Clutch finishes the man with a stab through the temple. He nodded at The Lady and mouthed a thank you. They press on and reach the bandit camp afterwards. A guard lies bloodied on the floor.
"One slit on the neck, that is so my brother," she said as she leaned in.
"He must've done some ninja tricks just like you did on top of that tree. He's so stealthy, I barely even noticed him on the ride," commented clutch while wiping his blade on the carcasses' clothing.
"He forgot to clean up though," after that, she stabbed the man on the head. "I swear, The both of you are assassin siblings."
"Maybe... maybe not," replied The Lady her lips curved upwards.
"The bullet barrage bothered me though, I wonder what happened..."
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Post by Clutch [FM] on May 26, 2015 20:12:59 GMT -5
Clutch is flustered while he wiped his forehead. "I - I'm fine," he stutters and bit his lower lip. "We should press on," he said. He fixed his holster and dropped it instead.
As he bent down to pick the handgun down, a rotting hand grabbed at his fingers. A crawling zed emerged with a moan. Then a huge collective moan errupted from behind the greenery. The bandit squirmed from his ropes in panic. He can't run since both his legs have been shot.
"Shit," said the two simultaneousy. Clutch immediately pulled his gun away from the creepy crawler and ran backwards to The Lady. Before they were able to shoot the first loser that emerged from the forest, multiple shots echoed deep into the cult's camp.
"We need to go," said the Lady.
"But the bandit? He'll slow us down."
"Carry him, I barely noticed him with us the whole trip down," she said. Finally firing at the first three zeds in front of them.
"Or..."
[Zed Bait to save time] [Cult Bait to trade him in]
--- The camp has a chapel shaped building in the middle, barracks, lots, and other buildings are right behind it. All surrounded by log walls and thick trees and bushes with two exits. One is from where they went in and two is visible behind the church. A path to the lake. Small hordes emerged from every direction.
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Fnnenn Enninn
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Church of the Most Stainless Utensils
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Post by Fnnenn Enninn on Jun 3, 2015 10:42:57 GMT -5
Clutch and the Lady find themselves in a makeshift room, with one pillar in the centre and four walls, maybe 8m on each side. There are no windows, and a sheet is hung in what is supposed to be a doorway. Tied together, back to back with the pillar in between, they can see the thick ropes binding their legs, abd the two try to feel the material wrapped around their wrists. Sturdy; the thick wire was tied in a classic constrictor knot and moving about made it dig deep into their wrists. The Lady tried to struggle and wriggle free but the wire cut open the sides of her wrists. Clutch could feel her blood flow down his own wrists, and found it hard to tell just whose body the liquid belonged to.
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What felt like a half an hour, but could realistically have been much less, passed by in the dark and time-dilating, musky scented room.
"I don't know why you wanted to come on guard duty. Don't you have patients?" "No, you killed the last one after he told you what you wanted to hear. I'm keeping your secret, so you owe me one. Do me this solid and let's call this thing even." "Right. But get it through your head that we ARE even, Doc. You should still be in fetters, by all rights. Now, listen to what I tell you." The sheet covering the door frame parted in a huff and the pair could see two men near the entrance.
"Stay by the door, we're not to let anyone in until otherwise told by the boss." said the owner of the first voice. A short, rough looking man who looked to be in his late 30s tossed the sheet aside with gruff attitude and stepped inside. He had a pistol at his side, and a dark scar running down his right forcep was visible on his bare arms; there was a bandage wrapped around his right hand and it looked fresh. The second man was wearing a sleeved, red button-up shirt that looked like it needed a serious wash, and polarized shades covered his eyes. He looked no more than 20, and the holster on his side was empty. "Now, now. What do we have here, that was so important we had to clear out the cells just for two little shits?" Arm-scar circled the bound pair and crescendoed his question with a snicker.
"You're important to the boss, so I'm not supposed to use the usual means. No, instead I'm chained as it were," he kicked the bonds, causing them to bite Clutch's wrists hard, "I gotta wait to hear what I'm 'sposed to-" A hand wrapped around the short man's mouth, covering it with a cloth that made the room reek with a noxious, sickly-sweet aroma that was hard to digest. Above the gaoler's head was the Sunglasses'd man, from the shoulders up Arm-scar struggled for a few seconds, "HHHRTIRH EHH HHNEWWH HHET HHUU HHHSHHRD."
Sunglasses let the slip to the floor, and pulled out bolt cutters from a table drawer in the back of the room. He cut the wires and rope binding The Lady and Clutch, and walked to the side of the room and took their bags off the wall, tossing them in their direction. "Ingrate. I give him anti-depressants in an antibiotic bottle to cure his bitten hand and he still can't appreciate my thoughtfulness." The Lady made to speak, but the stranger keep rambling, "So you two are important right? That means you're probably skilled. There's a loose log on the back wall. 50 metres behind us, maybe. You feel like breaking out as much as I do?"
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Post by Clutch [FM] on Jun 4, 2015 9:49:15 GMT -5
Shaken from a daze, Clutch regains his footing just in time to catch the man in sunglasses. The taller man was too heavy for his small Mediterranean build causing him to stumble backwards. Five men over-crowded the shaft that stunk of bleach and mildew.
"Little shits! I knew that doctor would turn against us!" said one of the armed men with a goatee. Sweat lined his red bandana. "What should we do boss," said a man from his right. His middle finger rested on his boom stick's trigger - the index finger was nowhere to be found.
Sunglasses man fought the tranquilizer as he dug his sole deeper into the soil. The Lady, barely even succumbing to the lead she received through her abdomen, took on a defensive stance. Her eyes roamed every angle of the room. The three backed up until they hit the furthest end of the room. It seemed that they were in a tight squeeze. Big armed men oppressed their movement. Clutch candidly fiddled in his pocket in search of their only hope of survival. Tin clanked against his bangle - he was sure the Lady heard so he motioned to lift his shirt up to his nose.
"I love our name so much," said the man with the bandana. "Makes us sound... approachable - even to bandits. New Muldraugh Militia," he ended with a morbid chuckle. "We've heard a lot of stories about you, Lady of Hordes," he continued as he closed the space between their faces, "remember our little group from the city? I thought I advised them to introduce themselves to you but it seems that the lady moves too fast, sweetie."
"What do you want," The Lady demanded. Bandana's forehead formed deep wrinkles. His nose crinkles in disgust. "Look here missy, my son was part of that supply run and I sure as hell will make you pay!" He said on a reddened face. His teeth gritted. The Lady kept quiet. Bandana backed off and rubbed his temples with his left hand as his right held tight on his high caliber rifle. "We got on the wrong foot here, see. These shitheads kept our hands tied when they kept our men as hostages. They thought we were goodie two-shoes so we played along. I don't know about you but we value our men... We're not washing our hands here though... we do get dirty sometimes." He snickered. "Your 'Calvin' friend is probably dead by now but don't worry, virtuous stewardess, you'll have to face a battle first of the opposites - yin and yang."
The Lady rolled her eyes. "I don't believe it's a conquest of black and white... there is darkness within you and I'll cleanse it with red."
The Lady took in a deep breath as Clutch crushed a small metal ball with his boots and a thick layer of cold smoke flooded the room. He kept both sunglasses and his head low as he heard fists against fists and metal against bone. They rolled their way out - the lady emerged from the smoke with a shotgun held by her bloody wrists. Sunglasses quickly straightened up surprising the two.
The both of them looked at the quirky man. "What," he said, "I gave a man antidepressants instead of antibiotics - wouldn't you guess that I fiddled with their tranquilizers as well?"
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Post by Clutch [FM] on Jun 4, 2015 10:56:42 GMT -5
"You're getting worse," Clutch exclaimed in a worried tone. He caresses the wound on impulse. The Lady flinched but stood firm afterwards. Cold sweat touched the tip of Clutch's calloused thumb.
"...It's a neurotoxin mixed with the blood of the infected, dirty bullets I should say. All of the bandit camps I knew do this fucked up trick. Knowing that you've been hit earlier by one of those devils, I'm surprised you could still speak. One of their men was shot by accident once and he could barely open his mouth after a couple minutes. Poor guy," sunglasses trailed off.
"I don't know how you're still standing up after that bullet to the spleen but," he paused to apply an adhesive bandage on her grazed skin, "as long as you're breathing, I'm glad you're still alive."
The Lady snickered. "No one can bring me down so easily - how did you do that smoke trick anyway," she asked.
"Oh that thing," Clutch trailed off. He rubbed his stubbled chin as if watching his memories in mid air. "It's a liquid metal that reacts well with tin and liquid hydrogen that it causes instant sublimation - something I learned from chemical engineering. Can cause lung cancer so I hope you didn't inhale too much," said Clutch. He then turned to look at sunglasses. "I believe you have a lot of explaining to do,"
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Post by Hobbes on Jun 4, 2015 12:25:18 GMT -5
Sunglasses tips his shades to the end of his nose, revealing his sparkling trustworthy eyes. "I swear im not like them. To be honest, Im not like anybody you've ever met before." He says with a wink and a shit-eating grin.
"We dont have time for this shit. No way the rest of them didn't hear that out there. We gotta go!" The Lady's words get everyone into gear, as usual.
As the smoke settles, Clutch checks the torn sheet doorframe to quietly check for the way out. The sound of wild dogs barking outside, breaks the silence of the group creeps through dusty make-shift hallways towards the only streams of daylight leaking in, through the cracks of a poorly made door.
At least 8 or ten of them, feral dogs scattered throughout the camp, feasting on a massacre of the remaining raiders.
The crackle of a fresh fire catches their attention as they round the corners to the open-style main camp area, outside. Dead bodies and seperated limbs litter the blood-red grass. The sound of untamed animals too busy chewing on all they could eat, echo throughout the camp as the group cautiously fans out.
The Lady is the last to walk out into the main yard. She is unsure of it all and in all kinds of bad ways. She limps into the clearing...
"BANG!"
The crowd turns towards the sound that came from above the door they just came out of. Calvin sits on top of the doorway, casually smoking a cigarette with an outstretched finger pointed right at the Lady.
"You dead, lady"
He doesn't keep his cool for long before breaking out into laughter. The Lord calmly rounds the outside edge, with a bloody rag wiping his red-stained hands. He even cracks a smirk.
Calvin hops down to ground level and pitches the lit butt towards a pile of dead bodies.
Calvin's face drops with disappointment, "Damn. I always wanted try that, and it doesn't even work?!?"
"Need a spark or a flame, stupid. Embers just go out." The Lord tosses his lit Zippo into the stack of gasoline soaked corpses and it immediately bursts into a fireball, scaring off the last of the few dogs.
"So... what do we do now?" Clutch looks at Sunglasses. "What about you bud, what's yoir story."
Sunglasses looks at the rest of the tightly-knit crew and feels extremely out of place. But his eyebrows raise and he points to the Lady.
"Well, little miss muffet ever here doesn't look so good. And she sure as shit ain't gonna survive that cheek wound. I might know of a place that should have a solution to counter the effects... maybe. It's just a scratch but it's been a while and most of her blood is infected now. Really your only chance is a full body blood transfusion..."
The group looks nervously at each other, before Sunglasses continues,
"Where I came from. My old camp. They have a REAL doctor. With real equipment. It's a long shot and I dont wanna promise anything, but we've prevent the infection before..."
"What are we waiting for then?" Clutch chimes in anxiously.
"... only thing is they might not want me back. No i wont lie. They definitely don't want me back. Hahaha."
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Post by Clutch [FM] on Jun 4, 2015 23:17:33 GMT -5
"Lady!" Yelled the Lord along with a collection of gasps. Her body fell limp as she swayed sideways until she falls to the ground - her brother was there to catch and rest her on his lap. The spear had a bottom wrapped in barbed wire - which meant there was no way of pushing the spear through without causing further injury. Blood splattered out of her pale parted lips trying to grasp for air without choking on her own fluid.
"I'll find the bastard," said Calvin. Clutch nods, "I'll come with you," he looked at the Lord, "we'll be back after five minutes, her bleeding would slow down as long as the spear is in her body."
"Please help her," pleaded Clutch to Sunglasses before the both of them disappeared sprinting into the forest.
The Lord kept his head down while muttering words incomprehensible to Sunglasses. He chose to ignore the jibberish he was hearing and proceeded to utilize his unconventional yet cunning knowledge of treatment. He ripped the sleeves of his grimy button-up shirt and poured it with whiskey in a canister. He offered some to the Lady in agony and just left the bottle next to her heaving state.
What does he do next?
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Fnnenn Enninn
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Church of the Most Stainless Utensils
Posts: 135
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The PKK Task Force
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Post by Fnnenn Enninn on Jun 4, 2015 23:32:55 GMT -5
The Sunglasses man reached to his holster, on his right hip and quick-drew.... nothing. The holster remained empty from his captivity and indentured medical work for the untrusting bandits. "Fuck, that idiot Al still has my gun." Abandoning his point and shoot plan, he hoisted the Lady by her shoulders and dragged her behind a fence to their left and propped her up, avoiding placing pressure on the still-lodged spear. "Right, honey, I don't know if you're lucid but I'm so sorry. I can't cure death; I didn't even finish my medical degree." He touched her shoulder, in a superficial attempt to provide comfort (perhaps more for himself than for her benefit), and crouched, walking a few metres down the length of the fence to peer above and find the source of the flying wood.
"Introductions can hold off until someone finds that dumbass hucking javelins." barked Calvin.
Clutch scanned the horizon for a brief moment, while looking for decent cover. Another spear launched forth from a second story window on the party's left, in the next row of houses, and thudded just barely in front of his feet. "OH man, OH god!" Clutch ran to cover on the right shoulder of the road behind a wide shed with Calvin in the lead.
The Lord rushed to the left fencing and crouched near his sister, checking her vitals. Without words, the panic is loud and clear on his face, and he stroked her hair once before examining the spear wound more closely.
"I saw movement in the right house, second story!" Calvin indicated to the house behind the shed where he and Clutch held up. "The spear nearly killed me from the left!" Clutch insisted. The pair racked their weapons and took a glance over their shoulders on opposite sides of the blanched wood shed.
Sunglasses took note of the building directly behind their cover. A bungalow with an extra floor built onto the top, added post-apocalypse. He had a fairly good idea of the floor plan from the weeks he had spent living in the camp. He took a deep breath, holding his hands near his abdomen, thumb and index finger touching with the rest of his fingers entwined. He took another breath in, and exhaled while hopping the chipped brown picket fence. A spear came down from the second story window in front of him, but he side stepped right avoiding it, and kept stride towards the house in front reaching the door in a handful of seconds. The door was locked, but with a boot placed just below the handle the door burst open, shattering the old wood around the locking mechanism.
There were sounds of as struggle coming from inside the house, followed by a hollow, wet, metallic thud, like cast iron smashing flesh and bone. The Lord could see from his vantage point as Sunglasses stumbled back into view inside the doorway, holding a cast iron frying pan and panting. Sunglasses shook his head and breathed inwards again, rushing back into the interior of the home. A second struggle dinned out across the yard.
Wood splintering on wood, the thud of metal on boards. A loud "Hoo-Haw!", and then "Hoo-heurgh-", and the spear-thrower stumbled backward from the second-level window with a spear lodged where his solar plexus used to be. He dropped from the window crashing into the brown dead grass below, driving the spear back out of his neck/chest area in a plume of blood. Sunglasses rested his shoulders on the windowsill looking exhausted, with his trademark sunglasses broken down the middle and dangling from one ear. He waved in no direction in particular, and wiped his brow before falling backwards.
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Post by Clutch [FM] on Jun 6, 2015 0:30:14 GMT -5
"HOLY-" Clutch was cut off when he dry-heaved out of reflex. Blood continued to sputter out of the Lord's carcass - his head was missing.
"This is sick," whispered Calvin in a bitter tone. His knuckles lost color as he clenched his fists in anger. "We just turned our backs for a minute and..." he clearly didin't want to finish the sentence. "Whoever killed him must've took her," stated sunglasses as he pocketed his crushed shades.
"Whoever took her must be one of those er, things," said Calvin. The trail of blood lead to the loose log in the camp grounds. The group covered The Lord's body with a sheet and hoped that the wilderness wont take his carcass too quickly. The forest ambiance took over until Clutch whispered a prayer. He was never religous but he was sure that the least that god could do was listen.
"They couldn't have gotten far. We should look for her," said sunglasses. "She could be dead by now," Calvin and sunglasses looked at Clutch with his head still facing the ground.
"There's a good chance she isn't," comforted sunglasses, "trust me, I'm a doctor. The best we can do is at least try."
"Yeah, man up! umm," Calvin was uncertain.
"Clutch," he replied. "Calvin," he pointed to himself. The two looked at sunglasses...
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Fnnenn Enninn
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Church of the Most Stainless Utensils
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The PKK Task Force
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Post by Fnnenn Enninn on Jun 7, 2015 12:53:00 GMT -5
"Fnnenn. It wasn't my name back in AD, but not many people kept theirs it seems. Pleased to finally learn your names, fellas." "Finn-enn, huh? Bit bizarre isn't it?" inquired Clutch. "It's a bit of a story"
"Listen, we have to start on this trail before it gets cold. Gear up, and do it quick-like, ye' babies!" Calvin advised.
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The group searched houses and bodies for anything of use; ammo, replacement knives, food, medical supplies. When they regrouped, Fnnenn had a change of shirt. Still red, but much cleaner to compliment his apparent shower. On his back was a large hiking bag, with a frying pan hung from the back. A hunting rifle was attached by loops to the side of the bag, with a long scope mounted on the rails. His holster held a side-arm, and a large Crocodile Dundee knife was looped to his belt.
"I'm all set. I raided the clinic for goods, an' I got my knoif." He added the last clause in a falsified Aussie accent. "I'm set, too. Shall we?" added Clutch "Let's get this show on the road." added Calvin
The party led off, paying respects at the burial mound for their decapitated friend. Following the trail of gore, the party exited the campsite through the loose wall-log and hiked along a rough-cut trail through the surrounding forest. Eventually, they were led to a wide, clear cut swath that divided the forest into two halves. The cut ran North-South in a straight fashion and expanded for as far as they could see...
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Post by MaxMikester on Jun 7, 2015 17:55:44 GMT -5
Meanwhile, somewhere nearby, a man is looking out from a distance, seeing the blood spewing carnage. However, he soon hears the rapid thumping of something moving fast... right towards him! Upon looking closely, he can see a fast barbaric... thing carrying... a human from the looks of it? He had no time to ponder it's actions, but he had to do something before that thing saw him. He reached for his trusty bat. Baseball was one of his favorite sports before everything went to hell. He hides behind a tree, bat in both of his hands, hearing the noises coming closer... and closer... and closer...
Suddenly... BAM! The man's bat smacks the ghoulish thing right in the face. The force of the bat and the ghoul's paths colliding with such force spatters some blood and some of it's ugly teeth are literally smacked out. The woman it was carrying is dropped onto the ground as the ghoulish being fell to the ground on his back, dazed and stunned by the blow. Before it could get up however... "SMASH SMASH SMASH" went the bat as the man literally bashed the thing's brains in until it lied there dead and motionless.
Looking back at the woman, a closer inspection reveals she shows signs of infection and is shocked in horror. Realizing that helping her was pointless. He decided to take the woman, who was knocked out, to a nearby shed, which he then sat her down on a chair inside. He left footprints from the scene as he did so, and sat her down on a chair and left a note, it reads: "If you are still alive, I'm sorry that I couldn't save you...". He then grabs his bat and bag of gear and takes off, still leaving behind footprints...
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Post by Clutch [FM] on Jun 10, 2015 7:27:08 GMT -5
Meanwhile, the three men found a dying man along the path of blood. Gurgles muffled his screams of pain as he desperately tried to stop the blood escaping his throat and shoulder. His eyes pleaded with pain. Tears mixed in with his blood on his drained skin. The sun that shone past the leaves of the trees blinded him to a squint so the group dragged him to a nearby shack.
"This man had his luck run dry," said Fnnenn as he held the man's forehead., "may he find peace in whatever is up there." He nodded at Calvin and with a pull on the trigger, the man suffered no more. They went on as if nothing happened.
"Honestly, I don't understand how the Lady is still living," said Clutch. He earned stares from Fnnenn and Calvin. "C'mon guys, it's miraculous even."
"Was he always like this?" Asked Fnnenn as he avoided various rocks that lie about the forest green. "Yep. His mouth hole is so full of skepticism and naivete, we couldn't even put a sock in it." All of them chuckled - even Clutch. Laughing in times of crisis must have been the most effective coping mechanism in the new world. Crazy as it sounds but laughter in a burial today was heavily recommended.
A howl from the distance ahead turned their speedy trek into olympic class sprints as it may lead them to their current and only goal: retrieving The Lady.
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Post by Hobbes on Jun 10, 2015 8:31:50 GMT -5
Calvin is the first to emerge from the thick brush in the clearing where the Lady lay. She isn't moving, not even breathing. A puddle of blood-soaked dirt encircles her almost ritualistically. The rest of the team bears witness to the gruesome scene for less than a split-second before rushing over to her in haste. Fnnenn checks her pulse... then he shakes his head disappointedly. "She didn't make it." He says removing his sunglass and holding them close to his chest. Calvin looks to Clutch with a desperate plea for calmness. Useless as it may be. "You FUCKING BASTARD GHOUL-SHIT-FUCK ZOMBIE WANNABE ASSHOLE CUNTS!!!" Clutch screams at no one in particular, as he loses grasp of any shred of composure. His knees bury themselves into the moist velvet dirt next to The Lady as he sobs uncontrollably. His thoughts and expressions no longer make sense while his heart, torn into pieces sinks to the pit of his soul. Calvin and Fnnenn ready themselves for the obvious ambush these primitive beasts have laid. Calvin with his trusty broomstick and Fnnenn picks up Clutches scoped pistol. "Fuck where's trebilcock when you fuckin' need him!" Calvin says loading shells into his shotgun. "What the hell is a trebilcock?" Fnnenn asks "Don't ask." Calvin and Fnnenn go back to back as the surrounding woods rustle closer and closer from a distance. Howls, hoots and hollers berate the air with impending chaos, while the rushing of dozens of pairs of feet only add terror and realism to what they have no idea to expect, coming in to sight. Clutch with his head buried in his hands seems immobilized or heartbroken or homesick... Either way, he's in no condition to fight. Two snarling ghouls break through the forest vale in a dodgy sprint directly towards the victims of this crudely laid trap. *Shuck-CLICK* *BOOM* *Shuck-CLICK* *BOOM* Calvin drops them with shotgun blasts as more pop into sight from all around. *POW*POW*POW*POW*POW*..*POW*POW*POW* Fnnenn fires relentlessly into the scattered pack of feral humans, nailing one in the head and clipping a few in the shoulders, which seemed to barely even cause a flinch. They are quick and dispersed, shuffling back and forth between each other as they close in. *BLAMMO* to the head of a ghoul that got within reach of Clutch, who seems unaffected by the threat of his own demise. A loud ringing echoes between Clutch's ears. His eyelids loosen from their tight grip on each other and all he can see is red behind the blur of his last few teardrops. *POW*POW*POW*POW*POW* Fnnenn begins shooting frantically in all directions as he can't keep track of which one to aim for. They scurry and swing from each other, switching positions and falling back, all the while inching closer and closer through the gunfire. Clutch rises to his feet slowly, with the Lady's machete in-hand, his back still turned to most of the fight. *Shuck-CLICK* *BOOM* *Shuck-CLICK* *BOOM* *Shuck-CLICK* *BOOM* Calvin peppers three huge blasts into the scattered collection of ghouls, clipping 2 of them and bringing 1 of them to the ground. The first 2 ghouls to go down, get up and stare directly at Calvin before bouncing into a full-on sprint towards him. *Shuck-CLICK* *BOOM* He misses and his attention is taken by an even closer ghoul's swing that smashes him out of wits and across the forested clearing. *POW* from behind, the ghoul's head explodes into chunky bits in front of him *POW*POW*POW*POW* Fnnnenn continues to fire at the moving targets. The two that are headed towards Calvin dive towards him one at a time. Calvin catches the first and rolls the ghoul off behind him with a boot to it's face, while the other fell like a sack of potatoes to the ground beside Calvin. The monster's dismembered head rolls over to the remaining ghoul, from Clutch's freshly bloodied machete. The ghoul swats the head of his buddy to the side and howls with froth and fury. *POW* Fnnenn blasts it between the eyes from afar. Clutch spins to avoid a diving howler and hacks the machete into the back of it's skull. Another Ghoul comes at him and he reacts without blinking or even the slightest bit of emotion. Slashing and hacking at the ghoul who won't jus stay down, a fountain of blood spurts intermittently into the air. **Shuck-CLICK* *BOOM**Shuck-CLICK* *BOOM* Calvin fires more into the remaining monsters who are crazed and agitated now, slower to move forward but still wildly unpredictable...
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Post by Clutch [FM] on Jun 11, 2015 6:30:24 GMT -5
Calvin had his mouth left agape. His eyes widened by astonishment and terror. The heart stopping battle between human and ghoul deflated with a reverse crecendo.
"It's alright," The Lady whispers. In such a fickle volume easily covered by the surrounding fauna, everyone heard her differently. The Lady's voice irradiated an enigma that went through each ear of her companions and probably even the now docile ghouls. She sounded the same but something didn't feel right. Overflowed with emotions, Clutch wasn't able to take in the reality of a dead comrade coming back to life - which has happened to him countless times but The Lady was clearly different. Never did any of the people he loved came back unscathed by the plague.
"Your... eyes," his hands beckoned to her deathly pale cheek. "This defies the current logic of how the virus works! Lady, how do you feel?" Asked Fnnenn with a careful tone.
"Cold." the Lady explained, "I never felt so cold before but it didn't bother me." Her voice sounded raw and as if three other people were subtly echoing her every word. "I feel them everywhere," she finishes ever so ominously.
"They speak to me. The undead approaches,"
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Post by Clutch [FM] on Jun 15, 2015 6:22:53 GMT -5
She blinks for a second and notices the missing digits. "Where's my brother," she asks.
The three men's faces fell hard while exchanging looks and stares from the ghouls. One of the monstrosities whined and swallowed a lump on its throat. Whatever it was trying to swallow didn't make it through so It started to choke up as everyone watched in terror. Along with a spew of saliva, the Lord's dismembered head rolled out of the ghoul's gruesomely caricatized throat plastered with a blank expression - frozen in time back to the second he was unaware of his demise.
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