}{Mass Hysteria}{ [CLOSED]

[McMajestic]

Harlow felt a hint of fear creep into her as he growled like the animal she believed him to be. He pressed her against the wall as if she was weightless, and secured her there as his knee pressed in between her legs. She lost her breath, an involuntary shiver running down her spine. No. He was doing to hurt her, to bite her, to rip her throat out. He was truly a vicious wolf. He had just been waiting for the right time to-

Oh! A weak sound left her throat as his lips pressed against her neck. Her knees wobbled and she would have collapsed had his knee not been there to hold her up. How did this feel? It felt like a foreign hand had grabbed her, like a new season of life had begun, like the world had paused, like hot water on a cold night.


Her fingers laced into his hair and she held it tight, using her arm strength to hold herself up since it was obvious her legs had seized to indulge in basic first-nature mechanics. "Hot damn," she gasped out, a phrase Johnathon used quite often when he was shocked into a stupor. She couldn't say it felt bad because it didn't, and yet she couldn't say it felt good either. Her neck moved to its own accord, stretching itself out, pressing the sensitive flesh against his lips and for a moment she could only describe this feeling as pure bliss. Her eyes fluttered closed and her life was no longer. She wasn't Harlow. She was a separate entity entirely, something foreign- she was the wolf.


But then reality slammed into her with a startling pace and she shoved Roman back with more strength than she had held since River had ever bruised her flesh, and a moment later she collapsed to her knees, breathing heavily as her palms slapped against the thin layer of water at the bottom of the shower. She was shaking. "It's too hot. I can't breathe. It's too hot," she repeated, looking up at Roman helplessly. She felt an instinct- an animal instinct that tugged at the muscles in her abdomen. "Roman, make it stop," she pleaded, genuinely terrified by the burning sensation he had caused her. "Do something to make it stop." She grabbed for the knob, turning it so the water began to pour icy cold against her body but even that didn't help her. The fire within her was far too great.

Location: Ithaca campus showers

Status: Burning up


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[Soylent]

FIRST LT. ROMAN WOLFE

Location:Ithaca College Showers Mentions:

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Roman grinned at the sound of Harlow's pleasure, a telltale sign of her enjoyment, and continued to gently make love to her neck. He felt her body go limp at the mercy of his lips, and he released one of his hands from the wall and placed it on her hip, steadying her. Her fingers in his wet hair felt like heaven; they grasped and tugged at him like he was her only hope of not drowning. Roman loved eliciting her licentious awakening; he loved feeling the innocent girl crumble under his burdened body.


When she shoved him away with a newfound strength in her hands, Roman fell against the wall opposite her, stunned. His mind began to go into overdrive, the remorse and regret seeping into his veins like water does to an open floodgate. She had liked it. She had voiced her satisfaction, where did it go wr-


He understood. Roman remembered how innocent she was, how she didn't even question what caused his arousal in the first place. How something so obvious, literally palpable, had slipped from her mind. It became clear to him that Harlow had never had these feelings before. She compared them to a 'heat,' for she didn't even know the real words for them: arousal. Lust.


She begged for him to satisfy her heat. She begged for him, but she didn't know what it entailed.


"Harlow," he murmured, lowering himself to the ground in front of her, "I can make it go away. But I need you to be one-hundred percent okay with it." He searched her desperate eyes with his own, "You must be okay with what I'm about to do, or I won't do it at all." Roman gave her a quick description of what her request demanded.


She nodded, and that's all he needed. He picked her up and walked down the hall to one of the dorms, wanting her to be comfortable. He wanted her to have a soft bed beneath her back, not a cold tile floor.


Roman did not kiss her.

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The Breezeway

The Barrier

This is what the fence looks like, but with metal poles and wooden posts. and taller.

 

[McMajestic]

Harlow curled up, tangling herself in the bed sheets, dragging them away from the wolf man who lay next to her until she was completely hidden under them, going deadly still before hopping on him with a bright grin. "What do you call what we just did?" she asked him with a bright look in her eyes and a weight lifted off her shoulders. It had been so pleasant, perhaps one of the most mind blowing experiences she had ever had. She had to know. She wanted to do it again. Not at that moment though, it exhausted her in the best way.

She giggled, hiding under the blanket once more before quickly yanking it forward so it hid him underneath as well. She pressed her lips against his neck as he had done to her, only her kisses were sloppy and cute, not nearly as dedicated as his had been. She was acting like a child perhaps but that was because she was experiencing a youthful joy. She felt cool again despite the light sheen of sweat the graced her body, and her hands pressed against his shoulders, rubbing them as she let the tips of their noses touch and her eyes close in a sweet moment of bliss before a giggle escaped her mouth.


"My wolf. My strong wolf," she purred, kissing his cheek before slowly sitting up, the sheet moving with her and covering her face entirely so she looked like a poor excuse for a ghost on Halloween. She tossed it off her head and giggled once more, her hands resting on Roman's chest, tapping a beat out against his muscular body as she hummed. She was drunk. Drunk on lust and yet she thought of it as heat. Drunk on heat. High on heat. And yet she was cool.


Harlow moved to pull her feet to her chest, resting her heels and his abdomen and letting her toes wiggle against his torso as her chin fell on her knees, looking down at it with something besides lust. This was love- but not a kind she understood and so she didn't think that's what it truly was. "I want to do this all the time!" she cheered, before rocking forward and falling flat onto her tummy next to him, one leg still draped over his chest as she nuzzled her face against his neck.


"My gentle wolf." She yapped as a puppy did and gave him three quick pecks on the temple before sitting up again and throwing the sheet over the both of them, sliding on top of him completely and resting her forehead on the pillow next to his so their ears brushed against one another's. "My Roman Wolfe," she cooed, closing her eyes in a sweet content and letting her fingers just barely trail over his side and rib cage as if to tickle him.

Location: Ithaca College Dorm

Status: Hyper


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[Honourable Louse]

Despite his reassurances Sarah rose carefully, still not wholly convinced. Putting the gun down was a start, though, and her expression fell sympathetically as he described the loss of his father and brother. She knew all too well the importance of family, and not for the first time she was reminded how fortunate she was to at least have hope that hers was still alive somewhere.


And then he very nearly lost what progress he’d made towards gaining her trust. In the space of no more than ten minutes he’d gone from screaming at her with a gun, to pouring his heart out, to talking about doing “a lot of things” to her, and if she weren’t so interested in this base she might have had nothing more to do with him at that point. But the pain in his eyes seemed real, and as he went on she started to get a clearer picture of the man in front of her.


She caught the dog tags easily and stared down at the engraved names, a faint tightness setting in her chest that had nothing to do with her health. The image that formed was not that of a monster, but of a man deeply affected by his loss and the state of the world. A good man, rather rough around the edges to be sure, but given what he claimed to have been through she supposed that was understandable.


“I’m… very sorry about your family.” She smiled sadly, holding the dog tags out for him to take back. “And I hope you’ll excuse me for being a little nervous around the guy who was just pointing a gun at me. But… you seem like a good person so, alright, I can stay for a while. I’d like to hear more about this base, if you don’t mind.”


@LoneSniper87 @KingHalliwell

 

[KingHalliwell]

Jamison looked at the pair. His hand releasing the gun tucked in his waistband. He was still skeptical of the whole thing but listening to Logan reveal his life story brought back some of that initial trust. But why would you pour something out to someone you barely know. Logan had told him the bare minimum earlier. Jamison turned to the girl and smiled slightly. "Logan and I are set up in the bed exhibits your welcome to pick a bed." Jamison spoke after a few minutes of silence.


Jamison walked back towards another section of the store. He wanted to look for some more supplies maybe more food. He has only cleared the building not searched it. He wanted to let them chat and get everything out of the way that they need to get out of they way.


@LoneSniper87 @Honourable Louse

 

[LoneSniper87]

Logan walked over and took it them back, pocketing them. He picked his weapons back up but kept them holstered. "I don't know much honestly. About a company of men from the Army and i don't know the amount of survivors." Logan motioned for Sarah to follow her.


He jogs up the stairs to the bed exhibits. he does a sweep with his arm, "We have plently of room so go ahead and take your pick." He walks to his dropping down his weapons, Kevlar vest and utility belt, kicking them under the bed, he sets the mask down on a nightstand. He walks down to the clothes, picking out some and heading to a changing room. He soon heads back up, this time in jeans, a white shirt and a brown leather jacket. He sets his uniform dosn and puts that under his bed too. "Sarah where did you grow up if you don't mind me asking?" @Honourable Louse @KingHalliwell

 

[PsychoticOne]

Location: Albany, NY

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  'Man. Tristan is doing a pretty good job' Riley thought. He wanted to take a peek to see exactly what Tristan was doing, but for now he needs to focus on looting. Right now Riley was in a position where the girl's back was facing him. Nearby was a switcher that was sitting down against the car. It looked over and noticed Riley. It was about to get up and attack him, but Riley managed to quickly stab its forehead with his knife. Afterwards, Riley looted the body for something useful. Today Riley happens to have some luck. The switcher had car keys on it.
  
  
  Riley wanted to press the button but he refrained from doing so. That and a familiar voice distracted him. "Hey Riley!"
  
  
  
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  Tristan was looking around the parking lot after calling out his partners name. He didn't even notice Riley sneaking around. A figure stood up behind a car in front of Tristan. It happened to be Riley.
  
  
  Riley's response was just a disappointing looking stare at Tristan. In front of Tristan was a girl's body on the ground. "What the hell did you do!?" Riley asked outraged.
  
  
  Tristan shrugged with his answer following. "I made it safe for both of us."
  
  
  At this point Riley didn't want to deal with Tristan's shenanigans. "Whatever. I found car keys."
  
  
  

@Lonelytaco


(OOC Message: I notified Lonely about this post)

 

[r e i]

Rena Frost - Location: Ithaca College. 4 hours from NYC - Mentions:

@Soylent @Shireling

no slide no slide no slide no slide no slide


Rena frowns "Oh come on. That was one of my good ones..." She then turns to old man who had been introduced to her as Peter and smiles "Morning Peter, I'm Rena as you already know. I apologize in advance for my sister Luna. She will most likely ignore you because she doesn't know you and is overprotective." She then turns to Isabel and frowns "You haven't seen her either? I haven't seen her this morning. " She was worried about her sister. They hadn't been apart since the outbreak, the one rule that they had agree to without even saying anything was to stick together. For their parents and themselves. She know her sister wouldn't just disappear without any notice but she was pissed that she had no idea where she was.

no slide no slide

 

[Honourable Louse]

Sarah thanked Jamison for the offer before trotting after Logan to keep up, the corners of her mouth pulling up when they reached their destination; it wasn't every night she got to spend in an actual bed these days. She walked around the displays while Logan dropped off his things, finally setting her backpack down next to a big, comfy looking queen-size and rolling back the covers. She'd need to shake them out later, unless she wanted to sleep under six months’ worth of dust, but for now she just flopped down on the relatively clean sheets while Logan went off to change.


She let her eyes drift shut with a contented sigh as her back sank into the mattress—foam, she learned to her delight—and considered her options. She had a vague idea where Ithaca was, enough to know it was pretty far on foot, but she would need a map to actually find it. But did she want to? From what little Logan had been able to tell her there might be a base there, and there might be other survivors, and even then there was no telling how many. For that matter, how many men were actually in a company? She didn't know anyone in the military and had never enjoyed war movies; was that enough to have had any chance of holding out this long?


It would be a long shot, but was staying in the city any better? She had thought her parents, with nowhere else to go, would have stayed to find her, or at least to be there so she could find them. But what if they’d heard of Ithaca? It had been six months now with nothing to show for it; what if they had gone there, expecting her to leave the city as well?


Her thoughts were interrupted by Logan's return. She propped herself up on her elbows so she could face him and considered his question; she supposed it was okay now.


“The Upper West Side. Dad was a boring ol’ accountant and Mom worked in marketing. Nothing glamorous, but they did well.” He'd confided in her, after all; what harm could it do to reciprocate? “I… still don't know what happened to them. Where they are now, if… if they even made it. I've been looking, but you don't realize how big the city is until you try to cover every inch of it.” A familiar, aching loneliness came back and she went silent, folding her arms behind her head and laying back to stare distantly at the ceiling.


@LoneSniper87 @KingHalliwell

 

[Soylent]

FIRST LT. ROMAN WOLFE

Location:Ithaca College dorm Mentions:

@McMajestic
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Roman had been laying on his back catching his breath, a satisfying chill resting on his skin as perspiration dried, his eyes closed. He exhaled an audible heave as the girl jumped on him, but his surprised expression quickly transformed into a sweet one. "Sex," he answered with a small grin, moving his hands to rest under the back of his head, cupping it as his elbows shot out sideways. He watched her like one watches the clouds, an intrigued and delighted gleam in his eyes.


The covers flapped over their heads and left them in a friendly tinted yellow glow, and he repeated the word. "We just had sex." His voice trailed off, the foreign feeling of her inexperienced lips against his neck silencing him.


He was happy. He was thrilled because the girl on top of him, so pure, was bouncing with excited energy. Roman hadn't scared her off, or made her feel violated, or hurt her in any way. They had had such a wonderful experience that she wanted to do it again.


"My strong wolf." Roman smirked and twisted his neck, taking her earlobe between his teeth and gently tugging. He let out a barking laugh as the girl transformed into a ghost, much like the one from "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!"


His heart felt warm at the sight of Harlow, her hair wonderfully messy as the blanket was thrown off, the static causing it to stick up. Her ecstatic energy transferred to him, and he couldn't stop smiling. His jaw and cheeks became sore from grinning so hard, and another roar of laughter escaped his lips when she exclaimed her desire to perform the "act all the time." Roman removed his hands from behind his head and tickled her toes gently, wanting to hear more of her sweet giggles.


And when she laid on top of him, the tips of their ears touching softly, he wrapped his arms around the small of her back and sighed.


"Bunny," he whispered, nuzzling the side of his head against hers, "We have to get up. There's a lot to do today."

The Breezeway

The Barrier

This is what the fence looks like, but with metal poles and wooden posts. and taller.

ISABEL WOLFE

Location: Ithaca College Mentions:

@Shireling
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Isabel smiled as Rena's sister entered, relieved for the girl. Of course, they were all safe as long as they stayed within the walls of the barrier. But she did understand the panic that losing a sibling caused. She finished off her coffee as the sisters conversed and poured herself another cup, turning to Peter as she did so.


"What did you used to do?" Isabel examined his physique, noticing the strength his arms and torso. Peter looked fit despite his age, but that could have been a side effect of the virus. It had only been six months, but Isabel felt much more in shape than she'd ever been.

 

[McMajestic]

A small whimper left Harlow's mouth and she shook her head. "No." It was so blunt, so dominant, that she felt a spike of fear stab at her heart right after she said it. She went rigid for a moment, waiting to be slapped for being so defiant, but when no stinging sensation washed across her skin she slowly began to relax once more, and turned so her lips pressed against his ear. "I don't want to have to get up anymore. I don't want to have to work anymore. I just want to lay here with you, my wolf," she told him, rubbing her nose against his jawline before slowly sitting up and resting her hands on his chest, looking down at him with a tired grin, although as she peeked around her grin began to fade. Clothes. She needed clothes.

She slowly slid off of him, getting to her feet and strolling over to the closet of the dorm, which was loaded with untouched clothing. She peeked through a few drawers for undergarments as well and found herself staring in slight confusion at some of the things she found. There was too much lace and not enough material. How could any girl fit into this stuff? She glanced back at Roman once before moving into the closet and putting everything on. Thankfully, they were in a girl's dorm so clothes weren't too difficult for her to find. She found a pair of dark skinny jeans that cuffed at the bottom and a denim button-up that was sleeveless. She finished it off with a pair of black converse and stepped out of the room, smiling brightly at Roman.


She moved over to the bed, laying back down on top of him and straddling his waist as she trailed sweet kisses down his neck. "I want us to have sex again. Soon. Please?" she asked, entangling her fingers in his hair once more. She couldn't explain it but she loved doing it. It was comforting to feel his silky locks between her fingers and she twirled and twisted and tugged on it, and he seemed to appreciate it okay which was a plus. Harlow grinned and nuzzled her nose against his own, kissing his forehead quickly. "If we have to go out though, can we at least watch the sunset tonight? You promised you'd show me, my sweet wolf," she told him, rolling to lay down next to him although her stillness couldn't seem to last.


She stood up again, rocking on the heels of her feet. "That was so fun. Can we do it after we see the sunset? Can we? Is that okay?" she asked him, pleading so innocently. How strange that even after her innocence had been taken away she was still so adorably unaware of the carnal reality of what she had actually done. She thought it was cute, as innocent as a goodnight kiss. She didn't realize the weight of what they had done, but at this point even if she had she wouldn't have taken it back. Not for all the money in the world.

Location: Ithaca College Dorm

Status: Happy-go-lucky


Tags: @Soylent


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[Elephantom]

Pete Macon


"Ah, Mr. Louis. I understand your plight, and the inability of utilizing the true power of ranged weaponry. Perhaps, you'll learn how to use them one day, but that day isn't today, I suppose." He paused, glancing towards the skyscraper, whilst squinting his eyes, probably because of either the sun, or the vast distance they had to pass, in order to reach their objective. Both of them were equally irritating.


"This person's quite intelligent, as we can see here. I suggest we swoop in, drag his butt out of the building, and skedaddle like we haven't done that in a long, long time. Get the gist of it, Louis? But I fear we must close in, before we can correctly assess the situation. Unfortunately, we must cross the stairs to reach him first. As you've stated, they're truly conspiring against us."


His voice exerted natural weariness, as he took the gun back from Louis, before grasping it tightly. His grudge against stairs seemed a bit all too real. He found this conversation to be quite odd, yet strangely funny and deeply heart-warming. Such conversations don't come up so very commonly during situations involving gross, cannibalistic people, also known more as strollers. For reasons he couldn't really understand. Was it that they preferred leisurely walks? Or does it seem like they leisurely walk? Neither of them proved to be good for both Pete, and Louis


He analysed the building, listening to Louis' words with an increased attention, before proceeding to speak, in a tone that expressed seriousness and concern, his grin having died down into a subtle smile.


"Mr. Louis, I understand that humour must be made in times like this, to keep the morale fine. But, this truly isn't the time to dabble around with the affairs of common stairs, and share irrelevant banter. Frankly, we should move in right away, Mr. Louis. And, don't forget to pick up a melee weapon on the our short journey. I suppose a small knife wouldn't do much damage to these hulking beasts."


He started to quietly jog towards the skyscraper, his vigour running all too low. And whilst he does prefer keeping his legs moving every now and then, he was getting more weary as time passed, with the sun bearing down its heat right on top of him.


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He crouched behind an abandoned car, wrecked many a days ago. He took momentary peeks, all the while silently panting, at the situation that lay before him. He was, indeed, surprised by the ridiculous amounts of switchers that encircled the building, trying to claw their way in, but to no avail. Switchers were real dumb.


He motioned for Louis to come near him.


"Them folks crazy, kid. Okay, the plan's all simple. I distract 'em, while you take care of the person. And then we escape. I suppose I can use the many cars, and their individual alarms to my will. So, what do you think?


@Surantum

 

[DeadnotSleeping]

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“I agree with your assessment entirely, Mr. Pete. Let’s move like we mean it.”


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The officer adjusted his gear so he could move easily and silently, and followed the other man. He was quite good in moving silently even in his thick clothes, sneaking was always his forte, and the heat really didn’t bother him. Besides, nothing on his gear could have made noise… he moved way more nimble and gracefully than Pete, and now, sadly, the time ok joking was really over.


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However, Louis still smiled. He expected a verbal beatdown for not being able to use a firearm like his family used to receive the news that he fumbled his exam again… but it was over with a polite sentence, without anger. It was strange. It felt good.


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He picked up a broken piece of a wrought iron fence, shaped like a spear. He wasn’t too strong but he knew he would be able to wield this without much problems; it was sturdy but slim, with a sharp edge. The officer smiled, not yet commenting on the makeshift weapon, just pulled out a handkerchief and wrapped it on as a handle, tightening it as strongly as he could. Then he caught up with Pete without much difficulties; he wasn’t even sweating.


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But kneeling behind the car wreck he started to feel less confident. This was really too much; no wonder the person or people trapped inside wouldn’t dare to take them on themselves. They really needed some leverage. Especially since he quickly realized there are not only the standard switchers. Although screamers were weak… but the others… some human-sized, bumbling figures moved faster…


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“I see two chasers, Mr. Pete. You will have to be fast.” He said quietly. “I wish there would be some other way, but I’m afraid it would be necessary to act according to your plan. I see a side entrance, not blocked, and while I hate stairs with a passion, I think I can dodge them and run up. Or use the elevator shaft for scaling the building faster, in the case it is not filled to the brim with switchers” he pointed out a window washer’s elector hanging a few stories high. “That could prove useful, provided if it still works. I would rather not risk travelling on that, though. But as a distraction while we descending might be a worthy purpose.”


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Louis sighed.


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“I cannot promise we will be very fast, though. I have no idea about the physical condition of our distressed comrade-to-be. Maybe is it possible to look around and find a vehicle which would provide us with some means of escape – while I am not doubting your combat abilities even the slightest, these are still quite numerous. If you have any ideas while you entertain yourself with playing tag with them… But I’m ready to go. Say when.”


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While talking, he fished out a mirror and his strongest flashlight out of his pockets, and started signalling, hoping that the person inside will see it. He only repeated it a few times, waiting for Pete’s answer.


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Eastern side. They were at the eastern side of the building. Most likely, he will be able to stay there while going up. Hopefully. He stood up, still a bit crouched, looking expectantly at Pete, preparing to dash in any minute…


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@Elephantom


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@Destructus Kloud


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[Shireling]

Peter cracked his knuckles. "Detective, NYPD." He said simply. He still had his badge, so he took his wallet out and unfolded it, handing the leather billfold to Isabel.


On one side was the shiny gold badge with his number and the Seal of New York on it, on the other was an old picture of Peter with a fairly scowly look on his face near an equally grumpy woman but not touching shoulders with a young boy in baseball gear standing in front of Yankee Stadium. If she searched underneath that, she would find his NYPD photo ID.


"That's my son and ex-wife." He said, pointing at the picture. "I got him a Derek Jeter foul ball that day. I don't really like Jeter, but hey, a foul ball is a foul ball."


@Soylent

 

[Kloudy]

The lights flashed across the building to where Arkus was hiding, but he didn't see them due to the fact that he was currently 10 floors below dealing with an... Issue. The Switchers had ascended faster than Arkus had anticipated and now they had started to finally reach the upper levels. He had to act fast if he was going to evade the undead scum for much longer.


There were three staircases leading up the building, located in separate corners of the structure. One he had already blocked with various furniture, despite his own complaints. The second had already collapsed from the ground floor when the first explosions went off down below, meaning only the top-half of it was still intact. This, of course, meant the Switchers could easily evade his blockade if they were to go that route along the 40th floor. And finally, the third staircase was completely unobstructed, both of barricades and Switchers. Arkus considered making a break for it down the stairs. But then the problem of the Switchers on the ground floor would pose a problem. He could also just wait for his rescuers to arrive, but unless he removed the Switchers moving to the top floor, they would only get caught in a melee where guns would be too ineffective in the short corridors. Yes, he would have to draw them away from the main staircase, and that, of course, meant some type of bait would have to go to the second staircase. After that, he would make an escape down the third.


Plan in mind he picked up the Chester, "Sorry, friend. But I'll be requiring your assistance for today. Please don't think bad of me." The cat gave a 'meow' of acknowledgement and purred. Arkus smiled at it for a second, at least the cat understood. Moving to the second staircase, he strapped the recorder to the red collar around the cat's neck. He turned the volume up high and pressed play. Most of the Switchers near the first staircase would hear to audio play and gravitate towards the sound. He watched as the cat descended the stairs. The right side should be clear now. Slinging the heavy bag over his shoulder, he quickly ran to the opposite side toward the third staircase. Hopefully Chester would be nimble enough to make it out alive, it wasn't like he enjoyed sacrificing animals, but for his survival he did what was necessary.


Arkus had made it all the way to the 4th floor before he ran into a large group of Switchers. Before he had just found individuals or pairs for which he would just dispatch quietly with his taser. It made a bright light and loud sound when activated without contact, but if it were to be touching another's flesh, the spark would travel into their body and remove any sound or light giveaway.


The pack of Switchers were ambling up the staircase, leaving a bloody trail that ran down the steps disgustingly. Arkus banked right through a set of double doors and found himself in the back of a kitchen. He left the doors unlocked and searched for somewhere to hide. If he locked the doors, the sound of them breaking would just attract more Switchers. Then the boy saw it, a low-lying vent that he could reach with the help of a stool. He jumped up onto the wooden chair and clambered up into the metal tunnel. He was rather loud when doing so, but stealth had never been his forte. Closing the vent behind himself and moving onward, he hoped the signaller from before would hurry up. At this rate, he'd become just like the previous survivor of this building, nothing but spilled guts and a broken body on the floor.


@Surantum @Elephantom

 

[LoneSniper87]

Logan gave off a quick laugh, odd for the situation. "At least you have hope... Im from L.A. My brother and i were deployed when this happened, so instead of heading to a base there we were sent to Manhattan which was the worst spot." Logan laid in his bed, stretching out on it.


"So how long you plan on staying if you don't head with us?" 'If she didn't plan on heading with them she would be out of luck' he thought, considering that a place like Ithaca would be eaiser to survive in from less population. "I'm glad i found people like you. If not i'd be half insane." He said with a grin. He gets up grabs his R5 from under the ged, and goes to walk outside, "im going to scout out the area, it'll just be down the street. If Jamison comes back tell him what i said." He yells to Sarah as he jogs down the stairs, slinging his rifle at his waist.

 

[DeadnotSleeping]

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Chie still kept on moving, he has not found a suitable place to rest yet… he was considering to scale a building again, maybe that would be empty and avoid of human remains. So no matter how tired he was, he continued to stealth through the streets, careful to not to make a sound. The heat was at least a bit more bearable now, but there was still too damned hot.


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The man started to feel dizzy again, so he stopped, hiding into a small space between too cars. There were pieces of wire on the pavement, shiny copper with no coating, attached to a burnt-up car battery. Chie absentmindedly picked up one, starting to bend it, while trying to calm his breathing and clear his head.


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A nook here. A bending line there. The wire was soft and his slender fingers still held some strength; the small figurine started to get form under his hands.


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A small fairy, just a few lines but still expressive and well recognizable. The man was unconsciously smiling, forming the dancing fae with care, and against all sanity and sense, slowly lost himself in the whim. He was so engrossed he never realized the approaching slow footsteps…


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[Elephantom]

Pete Macon


Pete swept off the dripping sweat which collected itself in his forehead, his hair now partially wet from the aforementioned sweat, and the various times he spread it by rustling his hair every now and then. He looked at the chasers, distress present in his eyes, clearly irritated by their very presence, as they served to be a greater nuisance than the strollers themselves. He turned back to face Louis, a bit surprised by both his lack of any tiredness, and perspiration, reminding of his earlier, more energetic years. Nevertheless, he brushed off these thoughts, and proceeded to speak.


"Skip the sign codes, Louis. Let's focus on this stupid situation. Seeing that you're quick, quicker than me at least, you'll have to be the one to fetch him, by dodging the horde. They'll probably not — no, never pay attention to you, as by then, I'll be creating sounds louder than what the switcher's can make. You see that alley over there." He paused, pointing to a secluded alleyway unoccupied, oddly recognizable by its lack of switchers. One of the buildings over there had a fire escape, allowing for an quick, trouble-free exit. "That'll be my exit route. I'll draw in the screamers, and make my way using the fire escape. Wait outside the building's original entrance after you get the guy. Switcher presence should be lowered, as I suppose most of them will be more than confused by my sudden disappearance, and the screamer's constant screaming."


He finished, waiting a bit, as he mentally tried to digest the entirety of the situations. His combat abilities, sadly, nothing exceptional. Although he did know his way around a gun or two, a skill which he had obtained from his participation in obviously uninvited vermin hunting.


"I'd say you scuttle off right now. And do it fast."


He said, a bit too bluntly, but nevertheless, straightforward by all means. He pocketed his revolver inside his bag, before pulling out his shotgun. He lifted himself from the cover, taking a sweeping view of the surrounding atmosphere. He was waiting for Louis to make his move.


@Surantum


@Destructus Kloud

 

[DeadnotSleeping]

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Louis Colberton


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“You are right, Mr. Pete. I am listening…”


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<p>


The officer nodded, thinking all over carefully and fast, gripping his makeshift lance as he examined the possibilities. He couldn’t come up anything better, without having a link to the person inside the building. And while this was almost ridiculously risky… well, still felt better than his usual routine of making signals and watching the dead city.


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<p>


Everyone dies in the end. This particular possibility of sudden and violent felt oddly fitting right now; perishing while trying to help someone else, maybe in a suicidal way. It also resonated well with his original job description. He felt tempted to ask Pete what was his job before the End, but he put the question aside for now. He will ask later. Small aims could help a lot, he knew that…


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“Solid plan. I surmise we can do it, and hopefully without any hitches. I will be as fast as possible; we will meet at the entrance, then. And afterwards, I will create a fitting dinner at home. Without the fine china yet, of course, but the food will be as good as it gets now. Good luck, Mr. Pete…”


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Louis sneaked out from their cover, leaning slightly aside so he could dodge anytime, small steps in quick order, without making much noise. The slowly settling sun was not radiating heat anymore, and the quietly creeping shadows helped him a bit. He was careful to not to step on the broken glass pieces or old, crumpled-up newspapers, lest he would alert the switchers swarming the building.


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When Pete would start making noise, he would sneak up to the door, then open it quietly, in one way or the other. He knew how to open a lock quickly and effectively. After that it is only a matter of time and stamina to find the trapped one inside. Hopefully, they are still alive…


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@Elephantom


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@Destructus Kloud


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[PsychoticOne]

The car ride was quiet. That's because Tristan was sleeping on the passenger seat. They both need to find a place to rest, but where? Neither of them knew anybody. Riley let out a sigh. Tristan had a open bag of chips set on his lap. While driving, Riley reached over and grabbed the bag. It's been a while since he's eaten.


Tristan muttered something in his sleep. "Are we there yet?" Riley couldn't really answer that question because he didn't even know where to go. The white sedan he was driving had enough gas to get them far, so there are possibilities for the two.


They were in an area where switchers can ambush them now. Riley wasn't worried because of the dead's speed disadvantage. Riley had to keep a slow speed while in the area. That and he was looking around. "Okay so there's a Macy's over there. That's a possibility."


A sudden thump on the back window was distracting Riley. As he turned, he noticed a switcher. However, this switcher didn't seem very muscular to the average one. That and it was tackling the car. It was tackling the car quickly as a matter of fact. When Riley faced the front, he saw two other switchers running at the car. The switchers jumped on the hood and started banging on the front window.


"Oh shit!" Riley yelled which woke Tristan up. Immediately, Riley pressed on the gas pedal. The switcher behind the car was long gone, however the two at the front held on. Riley then pressed on the brake causing the switchers to fall off. Riley then rolled down his window and at the same time unholstered his handgun. He stuck his head and left arm out the window and aimed at the switchers. Two shots were fired.

@KingHalliwell @LoneSniper87 @Honourable Louse

 

[Soylent]

FIRST LT. ROMAN WOLFE

Location:Ithaca College Dorm Mentions:

@McMajestic
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Roman beamed widely at the girl's strong and quick objection, sliding his hands up and down her warm back calmly. Good. The objection was much different from her other submissive statements, and she'd need to grow more independent if she wanted to survive. Roman also wished that they didn't have to leave, to enter the world plagued by monsters, but it wouldn't wait for them. "I don't want to either," he admitted, the drowsiness finally hitting him, three hours of sleep beginning to sink into his core. Roman desperately needed sleep or coffee, but coffee seemed the more available choice at the moment. As much as he wanted to stay in bed with his little hyper bunny, coffee was calling his name in the breezeway.


As the girl suddenly got up and walked to the closet, he admired the body he had worshiped just a few minutes ago once more. How could he not? And when she came back adorned in an outfit, he admired her still. She looked good both clothed and unclothed, for her smile shined the same. "I want us to have sex again. Soon. Please?" As Roman placed his hands on her waist, he thought. As she kissed his neck and mussed up his hair, unknowingly stirring up the "heat" in him a little, threatening to wake a sleeping dragon, he thought. What were they? What would this turn into? When she learned how heavy the topic of sex was, would she want to keep a "friends with benefits" relationship going?


There were so many questions to be answered, and as he contemplated on the current ones, new curiosities arose. Did she have a concept of how physically and mentally complex it could be?


Her question about the sunset stirred him from his thoughts, and he nodded, sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed. "I promise we'll watch it tonight," he assured her. Roman had just been about to answer her question about sex, when he realized he had no clothes. Shoot. He had to walk to the other end of the building and steal some from a male dorm.


Roman stood up, feeling slightly awkward even though they had just conducted an act that didn't require clothing, and cleared his throat. His face flushed a light pink at the thought of his nude state, just...out there. "I'm going to get something to wear. Stay here." He walked out of the room and down the hall without looking back, entering a random dorm. He quickly rummaged through its closet and found a sweet pair of camouflage cargo pants. Their colors would be especially helpful in avoiding switchers, and the abundance of pockets would allow him to carry more tools and supplies. He slipped on the pants over some plain black boxers, leaving just his torso bare. After digging through shirts he found a plain black tee and put it on.


The person in this dorm must have been in ROTC, for there were many possessions that pertained to the US Army lying around. Roman explored the room, only taking things that he really needed, leaving the more personal belongings. He found a fairly new stick of Old Spice deodorant and applied it to his underarms, content with the fresh scent. Then he pocketed the deodorant in one of the larger pouches in his new pants. Two packages of trail mix were lying on a night stand and he took those too, saving them for Harlow. By the time he had thoroughly scavenged the room, Roman accumulated: 1 large pocket knife, 4 packs of trail mix, the deodorant, and the outfit.


As he was leaving the room a book on the ground caught his attention: "How to Survive a Zombie Apocalypse: Everything You Need to Know." Intrigued, Roman picked it up and laid back on the empty bed, burying his face in the book.

GAME CHANGER NUMBER 2

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As Roman read, completely off guard, he heard shuffling footsteps, moving rapidly up and down the hall outside the dorm he occupied.


"Harlow, I told you to stay in the other room," he called, his face still hidden in the book. A low, strangled growl answered his yell, and Roman put the book down, thinking the girl was playing some sort of game.


He stilled. His blood ran cold. The book shook in his trembling hands.


In the doorway stood a switcher, a surprisingly small one, with two dog tags hanging off of its bloodied, shredded neck. It made no sense. If Roman was correct, the switcher used to be the student that resided in this dorm, why was it so small? Half of its face was torn off, its skin was a dark-greenish gray, and it stared at Roman with red eyes.


He thought they cleared the dorms out. He thought they were clear. Apparently they missed one.


They're slow, he thought. He reached for the pocket knife in his cargo shorts and had just curled his fingers around it when the switcher charged him, acquiring a speed Roman had never seen in his six months since the apocalypse started. Fuck. Oh, fuck!


Roman howled in agony as the monster pounced on him, sinking its strikingly white teeth into his forearm, the pocket knife falling onto the floor beside the bed. The Lieutenant immediately began to feel dizzy, but he couldn't leave Harlow and the others with the mutant switcher. He reached over and grabbed a long lamp off of the bedside table, the monster still latched onto his arm. With a roar Roman delivered a blow to its head, detaching it from his skin and kicking it away. He picked up the pocket knife in a rush, flicked the longest knife open, and jammed it into the disoriented switcher's temple. It died, its body staining the bed, some of Roman's flesh stuck in its clean teeth.


A wave of uncompromising agony hit Roman and he collapsed against the bedpost, holding his arm in his lap, blood leaking from the teeth marks that marred his skin.


He could die now. He'd die knowing that it was his fault, he hadn't checked thoroughly enough, but there were no more.





Except he wasn't dying. Roman grimaced and a tortured groan escaped from his lips as the pain spread up his arm, but he didn't fall unconscious. Why wasn't he switching?

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The Breezeway

The Barrier

This is what the fence looks like, but with metal poles and wooden posts. and taller.

ISABEL WOLFE

Location: Ithaca College Mentions:

@Shireling
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Isabel took the billfold in her hand, examining the family much longer than the badge. Ex-wife. That could've meant anything. She didn't ask. The people in the picture were quite unhappy looking, but she figured that was just Peter being Peter. And Peter's wife being Peter's wife. She wondered where his son was. Or, if she was being blunt, how he died. Perhaps she'd wait for him to bring up the sensitive subject. Although the photo did have a little bit of an eerie air to it, Yablonski's last words made her smile.


"I remember when I got to go to a Yankee's game," she said softly, tracing a finger lightly over the badge, "It was magical." She looked up at him with furrowed brows and a challenging smile, "How could you not like Jeter? He was Roman's favorite."

 

[McMajestic]

Harlow frowned slightly as her wolf left her but sat calmly, waiting for him as he had asked of her. She was a submissive bunny and she would always do as her wolf told her, although as time wore on she found herself growing bored. She stood, walking around the room and examining the little trinkets on a dresser, noting something that caught her eye. A palette of colors. She opened it, ran her fingers over them. They stayed her flesh in an odd way, and were difficult to wipe off. What was it? She continued looking around, and noticing a stick of cherry red wax, picking it up and looking it over.

Lipstick. She cocked her head in confusion before letting it fall back against the dresser, beginning to look through more of the foreign objects when something shifted out of the corner of her eye.


The door which was cracked open and let the hallway's lighting trickle in had been shielded momentarily, as if by a person. Harlow's first instinct was fear, but then she remembered her wolf- how brave he had been, how easily he had stepped out of the dorm room. She stayed silent, hearing a slight groan. A switcher. The girl moved as fast as a rabbit running for its life, diving around the room and searching for something like a weapon. She finally found a baseball bat. It was wooden and perhaps only good for one hit before it splintered in half but that was all she needed.


She moved to the door of the dorm and peeked her head out. There was no sign of a switcher- or Roman. Harlow gulped. One hesitant leg pressed against the carpeted hallway flooring and then suddenly she was standing outside in the open, looking around, finding nothing. She almost went back to the dorm. She almost listened. But then she heard it- the unmistakable sound of pain, and her instincts took over.


Harlow rushed towards the sound as quickly and silently as possible, skidding to a halt in front of the dorm Roman was in just in time to watch him deliver the final blow to the switcher that had somehow gotten so close to him. "Roman!" she shrieked, feeling tears in her eyes as he collapsed. She threw her bat down and rushed to his side, dropping down to her knees next to him. Her heart raced, her blood pounded in her ears, her own life flashed before her eyes. No. No. This was not happening. Her wolf was not going anywhere. She refused to believe it. "Roman. Roman, look at me," she pleaded, resting her hands on his cheeks and roughly turning his head up so she could see those dark eyes.


Tears streamed down her face as she knew the inevitable was about to happen. He would go unconscious. He would switch. She would have to kill him. She couldn't kill him- could she? It was all Harlow had been trained to do and yet as she looked at him, she desired nothing more than to go against every instinct she ever had. Her fingers ran through his hair, down his face, to his shoulders, and then she looked down at the bite. "Come on." She grabbed his good arm. "Get up. You're not leaving me," she snapped, pushing herself to her feet and yanking his arm hard to pull him up. "We're going to clean it, you're going to be fine," she insisted, more for her own sake than his own. She had just found a gentle wolf, one who cared for his bunny rather than hurting her. She wasn't going to lose him. She wasn't going to lose her gentle wolf. Not again.

Location: Ithaca college dorm

Status: Freaking out


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[r e i]

Rena Frost - Location: Ithaca College. 4 hours from NYC - Mentions:

@Soylent @Shireling

no slide no slide no slide no slide no slide


Rena frowns, she was not looking forward to training with Luna. Luna had the problem of overworking herself and Rena. She hated when they had to train back when there weren't no switchers. She sighed as she walks up to Isabel and asked "Is there anywhere here, me and my sister can train? We just need a open space, and most definitely a first aid kit." She wasn't lying, when her and her sister train together. They go all out at each other, not holding anything back. Cuts, and broken bones had occured during training with them. It was just a fact that Rena was the only one that could actually proved to be a challenge towards Luna and vice versa.


"Oh and since you are the one that isn't fighting and that has medical training. You should probably be there also. It can get....somewhat bloody but we need to train and strength our skills. According to Luna, my kick is weak which is why I really want to kick her ass to the floor right now." She added. Ok so what if they get a little competitive. Rena had worked hard on getting that kick right and won't take shit from anyone on it. Especially not Luna fucking Frost shit. Plus Luna right hook is fucking lacking in power. Rena smirks and thinks she is so going to enjoyed this.

no slide no slide

 

[Soylent]

FIRST LT. ROMAN WOLFE

Location:Ithaca College Dorm Mentions:

@McMajestic
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Roman's body began to perspire profusely. His flesh welcomed the familiar feeling of goosebumps; it welcomed the clammy chill that the sweat brought as it layered on his skin. His body, unable to support itself, slumped further into the bed. His chin rested heavily on his chest and he struggled to get a full breath, panting rapidly. The corners of his vision began to blur, blocking out the majority of the room, but he would not allow himself to close his eyes. He would not allow himself to succumb to the virus, but he would let it take him. And it seemed to be taking its sweet time. Victims fell unconscious immediately.


And then Harlow entered his center vision, and she was talking to him, and he could only make out a few words. Her presence revived him, just enough so he could stammer an order between his quick breaths:


"Kill me. Then leave."


As she tugged his arm, his mind and body yielded to her against his will. Somehow she was able to pull him up, his wounded arm flinging blood on the carpet, and he collapsed heavily against her side. Panic coursed through his veins and he tried to pull away from Harlow, the girl who was trying to save him in her ignorance, but he had not the strength.

The Breezeway

The Barrier

This is what the fence looks like, but with metal poles and wooden posts. and taller.

 

[McMajestic]

Harlow held Roman up with ease. She knew she seemed small but she had been trained ever since she could walk and she could carry twice her body weight. She stood for a long time, holding him up, unsure of what to do. "You know I can't kill you," she spoke, her words slow and dripping with the agony of what she had to do. She knew she couldn't get him to the showers before something bad happened, and the first aid kits were all in the breezeway. Harlow adjusted herself weakly, so they were chest to chest, and wrapped her arms around her waist to hold him up. "You're my wolf," she said, her words quiet and watery. She kept her grip on him tight, feeling all his weight against her but pressing back just enough to balance them out. She wanted to feel his weight, to feel his chest push against hers as he breathed. She needed to feel it.

"Roman, please, please don't go," Harlow breathed out, before holding him in silence for a long time. She knew this wouldn't be comfortable for him and she just wanted him to feel good. If these were going to be his last moments she should at least honor his right to comfort. So she cautiously moved him to the bed, and laid him flat on his back as carefully as she could. If he was going to turn into a switcher then she'd kill him if he tried to kill her, but if not then she wasn't going to burden his last moments. "I'm sorry it's me. You should be with your family, not me," she mumbled, but still the small bunny curled into her wolf's side and wrapped her arm over his waist.


If someone were to walk in they would look like a couple caught in sleep's wake, resting together. It would only be after the initial beauty of the innocent sight wore off that one would see the pooling blood around them, the tears that stained her face and his shirt as she rested her head against it. And perhaps after that they would notice that one was dead and one alive- only it was the wrong one. Harlow was the bunny. She was the nutrients. Her death was more valuable, her life much less. But Roman? He was important. He was the creator, the strong wolf. His death would bring a tragedy like no other to their streets of Rome.


Without a leader, there would only be chaos, rioting, backstabbing, and more death. Her fingers curled into his tee shirt. "I... I feel something so strong," she whispered, unsure if he could even hear her anymore. "It's this ache in my chest but it's not a sad one. It's for you, it's towards you. I want you to stay with me. Teach me what it is," she pleaded, her final attempt to magically cure and incurable disease. A weak sob fell out of her lips but she forced herself to sit up, to look down at him, into those dark eyes, and smile. She smiled because death was horrible and she could feel his heart deteriorating. She smiled because his breathing was nearly gone. She smiled because his eyes were dulling. She smiled because as death took his hand, she wanted him to remember something nice- and she'd like to believe he liked her smile at least. And then, as his heart stopped and the last breath of life blew out of him she covered his dull eyes, and she cried. She cried because her wolf was gone, and she'd never feel that happy ache again.

Location: Ithaca College Dorm

Status: Heartbroken


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