Soylent
Drink me
Last edited by a moderator:
McMajestic
I didn't Ask to be a Unicorn, I was Born that Way
He was dead. He was gone. He was a shell with no soul, no like, no oxygen. Even the blood within his veins that had once pumped so strong now lie motionless. Harlow sobbed loudly now. He couldn't hear her anyways. Her fingers tightened against his shirt and she shook him weakly. "Don't leave," she cried out although he was already too far gone to hear her voice. She buried her face in his chest and cried. It was like losing her family all over again. She went from being loved to being alone so quickly. She hated it. For a dark moment she thought about laying still, about letting the switcher who had once been Roman kill her, rip her throat out like the demonic wolf he would turn into. How nice it would be to be dead instead of lonely.
But soon his heart began to beat again, a rapid noise that both terrified and relieved Harlow. She pressed her ear against his heart, listening to the rhythm despite the fact that she needed to get away. "Roman, my wolf, your heart is so strong," she whispered to herself, her hand slowly moving over his chest, his neck, to his dark hair. She tangled her fingers in it and closed her eyes tight. I don't know why I'm still here. I'm going to die. Her father had taught her to submit, yes, but he had also taught her to survive. To thrive in a desolate world. She pushed herself up weakly, watching his chest rise and fall, watching the slow breaths stream in and pour out of his mouth, and she rested her forehead against his, kissing the tip of his nose. "My sweet wolf," she mumbled before laying back down next to him.
She'd die. Her father had taught her to live but she was going to die. She didn't want to- she didn't care what she wanted. Roman was her choice. You can't be so stupid. Without a leader Rome would fall. She could take over, perhaps- what a preposterous thought. Harlow had learned how to survive on her own, not at the head of a handful of people, but then, why wouldn't she survive on her own? She could do it. She could get away. If she didn't have Roman she could just leave- maybe she'd watch the sunset first though.
Harlow had just started to move, to leave, when she heard the softest cry fall out of Roman's lips and she began to move faster. She had swung a leg over the bed, had sat up, had made the decision to choose life over death, when his sweet honey voice said her name with such a beautifully human pronunciation he couldn't have been anything but fine, and so she collapsed back against him and sobbed in relief. Unable to say anything to her wolf as she fell on top of him, chest to chest, and buried her face in his neck, crying until the dehydration crept into her body and all the tears fell out.
Last edited by a moderator:
Soylent
Drink me
McMajestic
I didn't Ask to be a Unicorn, I was Born that Way
Harlow let out a watery laugh as her sweet wolf offered her a snack, though it was humorless and more so an echo of her agony than anything else. She had just watched this wolf man of hers cheat death, and death was not a divine being to cheat out. She was perhaps even more worried for him now, though her joy at his beating heart kept her worries at bay for the moment.
She took the snacks from his hand and set them on the bedside table, pressing her lips against his neck. "No." It was the same defiance that had trickled through her voice when she said no to him just twenty minutes ago, only this time it vibrated against the flesh of his neck as she kissed and sucked on it gently. It was the only time of affection she knew to give him at the moment and so she settled on it, not realizing how sexual it could truly be. "You're not cleaning anything. I'm doing it and if you even try to argue with me then I'll..." her voice trailed off and she sat up, straddling his waist for a moment as her hands slid through his hair. "Well I'm not sure what I'll do but it will hurt." She leaned down and pressed her lips against his forehead, letting them linger there for a moment before strolling out to the breezeway.
She moved quickly, ignoring her surroundings and shooting straight for two bottles of water and a first aid kit before rushing back. She hardly looked to see if anybody else was around, and perhaps her movements were stiff and rushed but she needed to take care of Roman. This was her training. This is where her gender came in handy. She was a woman and she was taught to heal from a young age. She could do this. She could heal her wolf.
Harlow closed the door behind her when she got into the room, and slowly walked over to the bed, sitting down on the vacant side and carefully running running her hand across his cheek, brushing her thumb just under his dark eye. "My resilient wolf, this will hurt a little, but I will try to take the pain away as best I can." She stripped a stray pillow of its case and ripped a small square off, wetting it with a water bottle and twisting it into a thin piece before gently pressing it against his forehead. "To keep you cool," she whispered, before finally looking towards his bloodied arm.
Most people looked at blood and felt a tingle of discomfort at the very least, but Harlow looked at it and felt indifference. She saw a natural occurrence that mesmerized her, and for a long moment she merely stared at the wound, before ripping another rag out of the pillow case and soaking it. "Tell me about your favorite memory," Harlow said gently, and waiting until Roman began to talk to start cleaning the wound. she squeezed the liquid from some antiseptic wipes into the wound and poured hydrogen peroxide over the wet rag as she used it to clean the horrible gash. She wanted him to speak through it, to make the experience a little better for him if nothing else.
Once she had spent five minutes thoroughly cleaning the wound she then ran an antiseptic wipe over it once last time for good measure before caking on as much neosporin as she possibly could. For a long moment she had stared at the tube in confusion until she read the ingredients and realized it was an advanced antibiotic cream, one like the type her mother would make when they were injured. After Harlow had emptied about half the tube into the wound she began to bandage it up slowly, keeping it tight yet leaving plenty of room for circulation, and when she was finished an instinct poured through like none other.
Harlow lifted his arm to her lips, and pressed them against the bandage gently, directly over the wound would be. She let them linger there, and closed her eyes, mumbling a prayer to help Roman get better. She finally pulled her lips away and laid back, turning so her chest pressed against his side and resting her hand on his abdomen. "I am your personal nurse until you are one hundred percent better," she whispered, her lips pecking his collarbone before she opened the second bottle of water. "Now drink, my wolf, you need to keep yourself hydrated." She tilted his head up and hardly gave him time to answer before she began to pour a bit of the liquid into his mouth. This was what she was good at- healing, comforting, taking care of- and this is what she would do for him until the day she died.
Location: Ithaca College Dorm
Status: Focused
Tags: @Soylent (@Shireling @P r i n c e She walked past the breezeway but I don't know where you guys are)
Shireling
A Servant of King and Country
"Ew. Jeter fan." Peter wrinkled his nose laughingly at Isabel.
"Yeah, this was after me and Thelma separated." He took his wallet back and stowed it. "I wanted to put on a brave face for the boy and grin and bare it until he was in college, but.. She had her mind set on a millionaire rancher in Colorado she met online. Eh, good riddance. She's probably switcher food." He left his thoughts on his son's fate unsaid.
It was then that he noticed Harlow in the breezeway take some medical supplies and disappear. It had been a while since he'd seen that guy Roman, and the chick he vanished with going to get a patch kit was kind of suspicious.
Peter glanced towards Isabel. "Maybe we should check on your brother?" He asked, while the sisters beside them said something he didn't catch about training.
@Soylent
"Yeah, this was after me and Thelma separated." He took his wallet back and stowed it. "I wanted to put on a brave face for the boy and grin and bare it until he was in college, but.. She had her mind set on a millionaire rancher in Colorado she met online. Eh, good riddance. She's probably switcher food." He left his thoughts on his son's fate unsaid.
It was then that he noticed Harlow in the breezeway take some medical supplies and disappear. It had been a while since he'd seen that guy Roman, and the chick he vanished with going to get a patch kit was kind of suspicious.
Peter glanced towards Isabel. "Maybe we should check on your brother?" He asked, while the sisters beside them said something he didn't catch about training.
@Soylent
Honourable Louse
New Member
<p>
<em>“How long do you plan on staying?”</em>
</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>
She didn’t answer as Logan walked away, but the question mirrored Sarah’s thoughts perfectly. How long was she going to keep combing over the city, walking every block one-by-one until, maybe, she saw something worth investigating? How long <em>could </em>she, before hope gave way under solitude’s oppressive weight? She never <em>had </em>been good at being alone.
</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>
Ithaca was a lead. Not a good one, but the only one she had, and spending even a little time in the company of others would do wonders for her state of mind. She settled on that, closing down any further thought before she could start second-guessing herself. She would go, see what there was to see, and if this lead turned out as false as every one before it she could always return to the city.
</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>
With that decided Sarah hopped up from the bed and headed towards the stairs. She could tell Logan and Jamison of her decision later, for now she <em>still </em>needed to stock up and find some fresh clothes. All the more so if she planned on traveling halfway across the state, and it was best to get it done now and be ready to leave at a moment’s notice; the switchers didn’t keep to any schedule.
</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>
As she descended the steps she thought she heard something, like two very faint thuds coming from outside, but when she strained her ears a moment later and heard nothing she shrugged it off as her imagination. <a contenteditable="false" data-ipshover="" data-ipshover-target="<___base_url___>/profile/39848-lonesniper87/?do=hovercard" data-mentionid="39848" href="<___base_url___>/profile/39848-lonesniper87/" rel="">@LoneSniper87</a> <a contenteditable="false" data-ipshover="" data-ipshover-target="<___base_url___>/profile/30151-kinghalliwell/?do=hovercard" data-mentionid="30151" href="<___base_url___>/profile/30151-kinghalliwell/" rel="">@KingHalliwell</a>
</p>
<em>“How long do you plan on staying?”</em>
</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>
She didn’t answer as Logan walked away, but the question mirrored Sarah’s thoughts perfectly. How long was she going to keep combing over the city, walking every block one-by-one until, maybe, she saw something worth investigating? How long <em>could </em>she, before hope gave way under solitude’s oppressive weight? She never <em>had </em>been good at being alone.
</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>
Ithaca was a lead. Not a good one, but the only one she had, and spending even a little time in the company of others would do wonders for her state of mind. She settled on that, closing down any further thought before she could start second-guessing herself. She would go, see what there was to see, and if this lead turned out as false as every one before it she could always return to the city.
</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>
With that decided Sarah hopped up from the bed and headed towards the stairs. She could tell Logan and Jamison of her decision later, for now she <em>still </em>needed to stock up and find some fresh clothes. All the more so if she planned on traveling halfway across the state, and it was best to get it done now and be ready to leave at a moment’s notice; the switchers didn’t keep to any schedule.
</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>
As she descended the steps she thought she heard something, like two very faint thuds coming from outside, but when she strained her ears a moment later and heard nothing she shrugged it off as her imagination. <a contenteditable="false" data-ipshover="" data-ipshover-target="<___base_url___>/profile/39848-lonesniper87/?do=hovercard" data-mentionid="39848" href="<___base_url___>/profile/39848-lonesniper87/" rel="">@LoneSniper87</a> <a contenteditable="false" data-ipshover="" data-ipshover-target="<___base_url___>/profile/30151-kinghalliwell/?do=hovercard" data-mentionid="30151" href="<___base_url___>/profile/30151-kinghalliwell/" rel="">@KingHalliwell</a>
</p>
Last edited by a moderator:
Corgi
I am a Corgi *3*
<p style="text-align:center;">
<span style="font-size:26px;">Laney Kahale</span>
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
<strong>Location:</strong> Itacha College Fence
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
<strong>Interacting:</strong> No one @Soylent @Shireling @McMajestic @P r i n c e
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
Laney shuffled through the quiet streets, the sun beating on her back. It had been another day of running, which meant another day of exhaustion. She knew that someday this running was going to kill her but somehow for six months, she's stayed optimistic. Right now, it was failing. <strong>"I can't do this anymore!"</strong> She yelled, looking around at the shops that lined the street. <strong>"You hear that?!"</strong> She picked up a bottle and threw it at a car, making it shatter as she continued to scream, <strong>"Come get me, you fucks! Free lunch!"</strong> The dainty girl didn't realize what she had done until she saw some shuffling from out of the shops.
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
That was the moment Laney understood she had made several big mistakes. As Laney's blood filled with adrenaline, she took off, weaving in and out of the switchers that had already started to confine her in a circle whens he ran into one. Laney stumbled back, eyes widened as she looked up for it, making another mistake to analyze that creep instead of running. A screamer. Her eyes widened as she quickly sprinted, hearing a loud screech behind her as she just ran and ran. She wasn't going to survive this. There was no way. By the time she collapsed from exhaustion, there'd be a whole horde following her that she wouldn't be able to fend off by herself. Even if there were other people in the vicinity that just happened to hear her, why the hell would they help her? A nobody covered in crusty blood in clothes that looked like she got from an incinerator. Laney should've just stopped running and throw herself into the crowd, just to get this over with... but she couldn't force herself to do it. So she kept running.
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
After fifteen more minutes of running, the runners that were alerted weren't far behind her and would catch up very, very soon, but Laney couldn't keep it up. She'd mess up sometime soon. Whether it be from tripping, cornering herself, running into a one-way alley, or having a heat stroke, she wouldn't be able to keep it up. Tears pricked the corner of her eyes when she saw something miraculous. A fence. A strong looking fence. Laney let out a cry of joy as she sprinted to it, banging on it obnoxiously. <strong>"Help! Someone, please, help me!"</strong> She yelled over and over again, deciding not to look behind her. She knew if she did, she'd panic and run away. These people, if there even were any people, were her last hope. Who knew if there was anyone else in a twenty-mile radius that was alive and well.
</p>
<span style="font-size:26px;">Laney Kahale</span>
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
<strong>Location:</strong> Itacha College Fence
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
<strong>Interacting:</strong> No one @Soylent @Shireling @McMajestic @P r i n c e
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
Laney shuffled through the quiet streets, the sun beating on her back. It had been another day of running, which meant another day of exhaustion. She knew that someday this running was going to kill her but somehow for six months, she's stayed optimistic. Right now, it was failing. <strong>"I can't do this anymore!"</strong> She yelled, looking around at the shops that lined the street. <strong>"You hear that?!"</strong> She picked up a bottle and threw it at a car, making it shatter as she continued to scream, <strong>"Come get me, you fucks! Free lunch!"</strong> The dainty girl didn't realize what she had done until she saw some shuffling from out of the shops.
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
That was the moment Laney understood she had made several big mistakes. As Laney's blood filled with adrenaline, she took off, weaving in and out of the switchers that had already started to confine her in a circle whens he ran into one. Laney stumbled back, eyes widened as she looked up for it, making another mistake to analyze that creep instead of running. A screamer. Her eyes widened as she quickly sprinted, hearing a loud screech behind her as she just ran and ran. She wasn't going to survive this. There was no way. By the time she collapsed from exhaustion, there'd be a whole horde following her that she wouldn't be able to fend off by herself. Even if there were other people in the vicinity that just happened to hear her, why the hell would they help her? A nobody covered in crusty blood in clothes that looked like she got from an incinerator. Laney should've just stopped running and throw herself into the crowd, just to get this over with... but she couldn't force herself to do it. So she kept running.
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">
After fifteen more minutes of running, the runners that were alerted weren't far behind her and would catch up very, very soon, but Laney couldn't keep it up. She'd mess up sometime soon. Whether it be from tripping, cornering herself, running into a one-way alley, or having a heat stroke, she wouldn't be able to keep it up. Tears pricked the corner of her eyes when she saw something miraculous. A fence. A strong looking fence. Laney let out a cry of joy as she sprinted to it, banging on it obnoxiously. <strong>"Help! Someone, please, help me!"</strong> She yelled over and over again, deciding not to look behind her. She knew if she did, she'd panic and run away. These people, if there even were any people, were her last hope. Who knew if there was anyone else in a twenty-mile radius that was alive and well.
</p>
Last edited by a moderator:
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
Pete Macon
Pete glanced at Louis, giving him an affirmative nod. Pete was actually really tempted to not go according to the plan. The very concept of risking his life for another person was, frankly, foreign to him, however, it was the least he could for someone who did, in fact, offer him a place to stay and a meal. Such people were rare, especially in a city where the major populace are selfish, and just too dumb.
Pete emerged from his cover, before approaching another car, albeit one that wasn't wrecked or burnt in appearance. There was an abundance of car on the road, many where wrecked, but quite a few were still intact. Giving a quick glance at both Louis, and the hordes of zombie that lay scattered around the building, Pete proceeded to smash the car's hood with the butt of his shotgun, initiating its mundane safety features. The car's blaring alarm, attracted the attention of the strollers — their name deriving from their nature to walk in a leisurely pace — and the duo of chasers.
The handful of screamers started to shriek, gathering the scattered switchers into one fairly gigantic horde. The chasers were however, way too far ahead of the switchers, and were quickly advancing towards the unfazed Pete, although struggling a bit, due to many cars that lay in front of them, occasionally bumping into the static objects.
Pete lifted his shotgun, steadily aiming it at the sprinting switchers, both of whom stayed at a distant length, yet they had a similar objective: eating Pete. It was quite horrific, really. They had the same speed of a human, and to make things worser, they also had an affinity for running.
Intentionally letting them come close enough for the perfect shot, Pete shot the first switcher, blowing out its brains in a spectacular fashion, its blood staining the once clean asphalt, and a car beside the formerly animate creature. This heavily compelled Pete to let out a triumphant cackle, immediately forgetting the second chaser.
Pete realized at the very last moment that he was actually supposed to kill switchers, and not dance like a loony. Unfortunately, his revelation came a bit too late, but just at the right time, as the other chaser — who had reached Pete, only a few feet away from snacking on him — felt the brunt of his shotgun's buttocks.
Pete quickly proceeded to pump his shotgun, as the switcher regained its footing, and then proceeded towards Pete with all of its remaining vigour, whilst groaning like a madman. This did little but irritate Pete to a whole new league, as he, in a fit of anger, abruptly entered the barrel of his shotgun into the switcher's mouth, before pulling the trigger, spreading stale blood everywhere, including a bit on Pete's jacket.
@Surantum
@Destructus Kloud
Last edited by a moderator:
DeadnotSleeping
Nervous Wreck
<p>
Louis Colberton
</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>
“Watch out for the light, Mr. Pete.”
</p>
<p>
The officer wasn’t hesitating, not even a bit; he never stopped to think what would happen if Pete wasn’t doing his role as they agreed. He trusted the other man entirely, a foolish notion, but maybe not so much; it was merely a knee-jerk reaction, like going into a gas cloud spill with the other holding the end of the rope, a habit cultivated by years of service. He always trusted the one holding his rope, and he was trusted to hold others in his entire life.
</p>
<p>
It wasn’t any different now. Even if the best course of action would have been stop and think, there was no time for that. Louis smiled, with the same grin as before, with the safety of a man working in a group with trusted comrades. He somehow was sure Pete was of his kin, one of those silent men who serve their city without a sound or thinking about how dangerous is their charge, even if this was far away from reality. But the officer believed it with all of his heart, and that gave him the last bit of reassurance that he needed.
</p>
<p>
When the car alarms resounded, Louis straightened out, and after a minute of waiting, when most of the switchers were already pouring towards Pete and his distraction, he lunged forward. He was fast, not like an Olympic runner, but still very facile and nimble on his feet, supported by the stamina needed for his job, and he was not deterred by the makeshift lance or his gear. He was used to carry a lot of extra weight while working, and now that came handy…
</p>
<p>
Louis had to take down a switcher, then two, once he arrived at the door; the side entrance was locked, and he was disturbed by them while he tried to open it. The interruptions made him a little stressed out, so he smashed one’s head with the wrought iron lance, then, when the second pair of strollers made him to drop his tool, he expressed his frustration by swinging the iron lance around them, breaking joints as he couldn’t take care of them quickly, then, when he managed to take out their knees, he smashed the still shuddering switcher’s temples.
</p>
<p>
Whew.
</p>
<p>
He was left alone for a moment, finally. The lock surrendered, and the officer slinked inside, closing the door behind himself. Then he almost screamed. The building’s lobby was populated. Sadly, not by real humans anymore… switchers shuffled around and feasted on festering remains.
</p>
<p>
Holy moly. This wouldn’t be easy…
</p>
<p>
Thankfully, since he held back the yell and managed to keep silent, only one realized he was there. It started to stroll towards him. Well. Louis gulped, and sprinted towards the stairway. It had a fireproof door. The strollers rarely climbed stairs or ladders, so maybe there would be less. That lone switcher would alert the others soon…
</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>
@Destructus Kloud
</p>
<p>
@Elephantom
</p>
Louis Colberton
</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>
“Watch out for the light, Mr. Pete.”
</p>
<p>
The officer wasn’t hesitating, not even a bit; he never stopped to think what would happen if Pete wasn’t doing his role as they agreed. He trusted the other man entirely, a foolish notion, but maybe not so much; it was merely a knee-jerk reaction, like going into a gas cloud spill with the other holding the end of the rope, a habit cultivated by years of service. He always trusted the one holding his rope, and he was trusted to hold others in his entire life.
</p>
<p>
It wasn’t any different now. Even if the best course of action would have been stop and think, there was no time for that. Louis smiled, with the same grin as before, with the safety of a man working in a group with trusted comrades. He somehow was sure Pete was of his kin, one of those silent men who serve their city without a sound or thinking about how dangerous is their charge, even if this was far away from reality. But the officer believed it with all of his heart, and that gave him the last bit of reassurance that he needed.
</p>
<p>
When the car alarms resounded, Louis straightened out, and after a minute of waiting, when most of the switchers were already pouring towards Pete and his distraction, he lunged forward. He was fast, not like an Olympic runner, but still very facile and nimble on his feet, supported by the stamina needed for his job, and he was not deterred by the makeshift lance or his gear. He was used to carry a lot of extra weight while working, and now that came handy…
</p>
<p>
Louis had to take down a switcher, then two, once he arrived at the door; the side entrance was locked, and he was disturbed by them while he tried to open it. The interruptions made him a little stressed out, so he smashed one’s head with the wrought iron lance, then, when the second pair of strollers made him to drop his tool, he expressed his frustration by swinging the iron lance around them, breaking joints as he couldn’t take care of them quickly, then, when he managed to take out their knees, he smashed the still shuddering switcher’s temples.
</p>
<p>
Whew.
</p>
<p>
He was left alone for a moment, finally. The lock surrendered, and the officer slinked inside, closing the door behind himself. Then he almost screamed. The building’s lobby was populated. Sadly, not by real humans anymore… switchers shuffled around and feasted on festering remains.
</p>
<p>
Holy moly. This wouldn’t be easy…
</p>
<p>
Thankfully, since he held back the yell and managed to keep silent, only one realized he was there. It started to stroll towards him. Well. Louis gulped, and sprinted towards the stairway. It had a fireproof door. The strollers rarely climbed stairs or ladders, so maybe there would be less. That lone switcher would alert the others soon…
</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>
@Destructus Kloud
</p>
<p>
@Elephantom
</p>
Last edited by a moderator:
Kloudy
The Lore Savant
Arkus heard the carnage going on outside all the way from his vent in the kitchen. To be fair, it was rather close to the stairwell that looked out onto the streets below, so it wasn't happening all that too far away. That meant his would-be rescuers were close.
He shuffled down the metallic tunnel, torch at the ready. There was a slight incline and then a steep dip, which he proceeded to slide down. As he neared the end of the slope, he realised there was no ground beneath finish. In a panicked fashion, Arkus kicked out his feet in a desperate hope that there was a wall to stop him. Thankfully, there was, but it didn't stop him from vowing to never explore a vents system ever again. With his back uncomfortably against the edge of the drop, his feet struggled to maintain his hold. His stomach muscles, or lack thereof, was failing him as he bent. He considered for a moment, he could take a leap of faith. A leap of faith? He'd break his legs! He almost scoffed out loud. When had he ever taken a leap of faith for anything? He never committed to something unless he was sure it would end well. That was becoming less and less the case nowadays though, he reflected.
Without further time to decide, his feet slipped and he slid down the crevice below. His hands and feet scrapped the walls as he tried to slow his fall. When Arkus finally reached the bottom, he landed on his feet with a resounding thud as he immediately buckled to his knees. Looking up, Arkus then realised he could no longer see anything. He felt around and his hand brushed against the shattered remains of his torch. It had clearly not survived the fall.
He froze. His breath grew heavy, more ragged than it had previously been. Up ahead, shrouded in the darkness, two red eyes glimmered several metres away. His eyes widened, his back pressed against the wall, as the blood red eyes darted forward from the dark, rushing up to him with snarls of death and malice.
He shuffled down the metallic tunnel, torch at the ready. There was a slight incline and then a steep dip, which he proceeded to slide down. As he neared the end of the slope, he realised there was no ground beneath finish. In a panicked fashion, Arkus kicked out his feet in a desperate hope that there was a wall to stop him. Thankfully, there was, but it didn't stop him from vowing to never explore a vents system ever again. With his back uncomfortably against the edge of the drop, his feet struggled to maintain his hold. His stomach muscles, or lack thereof, was failing him as he bent. He considered for a moment, he could take a leap of faith. A leap of faith? He'd break his legs! He almost scoffed out loud. When had he ever taken a leap of faith for anything? He never committed to something unless he was sure it would end well. That was becoming less and less the case nowadays though, he reflected.
Without further time to decide, his feet slipped and he slid down the crevice below. His hands and feet scrapped the walls as he tried to slow his fall. When Arkus finally reached the bottom, he landed on his feet with a resounding thud as he immediately buckled to his knees. Looking up, Arkus then realised he could no longer see anything. He felt around and his hand brushed against the shattered remains of his torch. It had clearly not survived the fall.
He froze. His breath grew heavy, more ragged than it had previously been. Up ahead, shrouded in the darkness, two red eyes glimmered several metres away. His eyes widened, his back pressed against the wall, as the blood red eyes darted forward from the dark, rushing up to him with snarls of death and malice.
r e i
-- the lost king --
-
-
no slide no slide no slide no slide no slide
Luna hears someone crying out help from outside. She goes towards the window and sees a girl who was banging against the fence and switchers who were chasing after her. She drops her cup and look to Rena "There's a girl out there on the fence. Switchers are after her. I'm going out, back me up." Rena nods as Luna runs out of the room and goes towards the dorms. Rena was right behind her. She ran into their room after 5 minutes grabbing her sword and her crossbow. Rena grabbed her guns and they went out.
Luna goes to the fence and goes through the secret passage through the fence as she was shown before. She runs out of it and goes to the girl pushing her behind her. "Ok, stay behind me and everything is going to be fine" Luna aims her crossbow at the first switcher she sees and shoots, putting it right in the switcher head. She runs pulling out the arrow and loading the crossbow aiming again, shooting and getting it right between the eyes. Switchers were coming up the front of her and she didn't have time to load. She takes out her sword and starts to cut them down. One switcher suddenly went down with a gunshot to the head. She grins. Luna keeps attacking with the sword and Rena is backing her up taking down switchers that Luna didn't see.
Luna was in middle of slicing one when switcher came up from the side and grabbed her. She kicks them and breaks out of the hold but is weaken by a cut on her side. She tries to hurry up and load her crossbow as the switcher slowly advanced towards her and Rena was too busy shooting the rest of switchers to help her. She was in serious trouble.
no slide
no slide
DeadnotSleeping
Nervous Wreck
<p>
Charles William Faulkner
</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>
The switcher was only an arm’s length away from Chie when the man finally realized the danger, growling lowly. The man reacted quite fast, his reflexes sped up by adrenalin; he dodged the rotten hands, dropping the fairy figurine, and rolled away, nimbly jumping on his feet with his axe already in hand.
</p>
<p>
That was when he realized the figure was much smaller than usual. Thinner and smaller, with hungry eyes.
</p>
<p>
…well. Fuck.
</p>
<p>
Chie lunged forward, trying to reach the screamer before it could open its mouth, and tried to make him eat the cold steel before it could screech, hoping that he will get there in time. He didn’t. He failed. By the time the axe split its cranium, the monster already let out a scream so loud and horrid that it surely scratched off the plaster from the nearby houses. The man silently swore, as he yanked out the blade from the bone. He was sure the noise attracted all of the other…
</p>
<p>
…gunshots? Chie stepped back to the car, picking up the wire and the fairy, putting them into his pockets. He was quite sure he heard shots. Which could only mean humans; no strollers could muster up the intelligence to work intricate weapons, even the usage of the simple brick or piece of stone proved entirely too much for them. The man smiled inwards; his disfigured lips barely moving. He quickly triangulated from where did he hear the sounds, and looking around, he realized that the screamer indeed attracted a few of the others.
</p>
<p>
Well… It will be quite a rude thing to bring company to them, but he still had no choice. Maybe he could outrun the switchers… This hope fell into shambles as soon as he saw the chaser. Chie could outrun the others, but this one was noticeably faster than the usual strollers, leaving every single one behind. It even managed to catch up with the man, and grabbed him.
</p>
<p>
Chie jerked back and forth, and while the motion was enough to get himself out of the grip, he tripped. The chaser barely missed him, as he tried to regain his balance, then lunged at him again. The man could only pull up his axe in front of his chest, thrusting it out, and he succeeded in executing his hunter – but not at stopping him. The weight and the inertia was too strong as he still was not stable on his feet, and he fell back, with the monster on top of him, slamming painfully right into a car with a sickening crunch. It still had some power left in its battery, it seemed, since the alarm started screaming right in that moment and didn’t stop. Chie saw stars from the pain, he couldn’t do anything at that moment, just lay there under the literal dead weight, disorientated and out of breath...
</p>
Charles William Faulkner
</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>
The switcher was only an arm’s length away from Chie when the man finally realized the danger, growling lowly. The man reacted quite fast, his reflexes sped up by adrenalin; he dodged the rotten hands, dropping the fairy figurine, and rolled away, nimbly jumping on his feet with his axe already in hand.
</p>
<p>
That was when he realized the figure was much smaller than usual. Thinner and smaller, with hungry eyes.
</p>
<p>
…well. Fuck.
</p>
<p>
Chie lunged forward, trying to reach the screamer before it could open its mouth, and tried to make him eat the cold steel before it could screech, hoping that he will get there in time. He didn’t. He failed. By the time the axe split its cranium, the monster already let out a scream so loud and horrid that it surely scratched off the plaster from the nearby houses. The man silently swore, as he yanked out the blade from the bone. He was sure the noise attracted all of the other…
</p>
<p>
…gunshots? Chie stepped back to the car, picking up the wire and the fairy, putting them into his pockets. He was quite sure he heard shots. Which could only mean humans; no strollers could muster up the intelligence to work intricate weapons, even the usage of the simple brick or piece of stone proved entirely too much for them. The man smiled inwards; his disfigured lips barely moving. He quickly triangulated from where did he hear the sounds, and looking around, he realized that the screamer indeed attracted a few of the others.
</p>
<p>
Well… It will be quite a rude thing to bring company to them, but he still had no choice. Maybe he could outrun the switchers… This hope fell into shambles as soon as he saw the chaser. Chie could outrun the others, but this one was noticeably faster than the usual strollers, leaving every single one behind. It even managed to catch up with the man, and grabbed him.
</p>
<p>
Chie jerked back and forth, and while the motion was enough to get himself out of the grip, he tripped. The chaser barely missed him, as he tried to regain his balance, then lunged at him again. The man could only pull up his axe in front of his chest, thrusting it out, and he succeeded in executing his hunter – but not at stopping him. The weight and the inertia was too strong as he still was not stable on his feet, and he fell back, with the monster on top of him, slamming painfully right into a car with a sickening crunch. It still had some power left in its battery, it seemed, since the alarm started screaming right in that moment and didn’t stop. Chie saw stars from the pain, he couldn’t do anything at that moment, just lay there under the literal dead weight, disorientated and out of breath...
</p>
Last edited by a moderator:
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
Pete Macon
"No 'ard feelings, a'right?"
He muttered, looking at the corpse that was present before him, silent and motionless, a fly vigorously buzzing around its head. That was enough assurance for Pete, who looked up to see the crowds of switchers in disarray, the former traffic slowing them down intensely. Most of them groaned endlessly, as they stumbled by the cars, without any concern for the obstructions that lay before them.
Rocks are probably more smarter than them.
Pete started to frantically wave towards their direction, beckoning them to come, all the while screaming. This was probably the second most weirdest stuff he'd ever done, succeeded by his brief conversation with Louis. Which was, indeed, by all means, completely weird, and unforgettable.
However, he was unaware of a silent switcher that was steadily creeping up behind him, in a really slow gait. Invested heavily in distracting the horde, and himself distracted by the loud noises that overwhelmed his ears, he didn't notice the switcher behind, nor did his instincts. Before he could react in a proper fashion to the switcher who was now within Pete's earshot; the thing furiously leapt at Pete.
However, Pete didn't stay with his mouth halfway open for that much of a long time, using his shotgun as a barrier between the its jaws, and his neck. This required great effort, and Pete realized that he would soon meet his demise if he wasn't to act quickly. Faced with no alternative choice — as the switcher was frantically attempting to jerk his shotgun away — Pete jammed his thumb into the switcher's eyes, effectively rendering it momentarily stunned. Before it could regain its senses, he planted his real heavy foot into the switcher's lower abdominal region, sending it staggering back into the ground, landing with a huge thud.
Pete, fuelled both by anger and pity, stomped on the switcher's mangled head repeatedly, turning it into a bloody pulp. He breathed a sigh of relief, before looking back at the horde, which were rather near by him at that point.
Following the plan, he quickly dashed for the appointed alleyway, reaching it far faster than the slower strollers. He started to climb the ladder, as the horde soon reached the alleyway. By the time Pete had reached the entrance to one of the rooms, the horde was rather helpless, and were scratching at the ladder, in one of the most futile and pitiable manner.
Pete let out a small laugh, happy with his significant triumph over the dumb grunts.
@Surantum
@Destructus Kloud
Last edited by a moderator:
DeadnotSleeping
Nervous Wreck
<p>
Louis Canberton
</p>
<p>
The officer probably ran his best time in short distances, fuelled by the brief panic as the other switchers turned towards him, following the first, and he realized there were a few smaller figures amongst the bloated, gigantic strollers. Even with his blood cool as ice in his veins from the fear, he reached the door in time, and opened it quickly. A fast glance, which assured him nothing hides behind it, and Louis slammed the fire-proof door behind himself, not even caring about the noise right now. He jerked as he heard the rushing bodies hurtling against the metallic door.
</p>
<p>
Damn.
</p>
<p>
He quickly turned the latch, and glanced around again. The scenery discouraged him greatly, painted with blood and intestines. The stairway was infested, too, even if momentarily empty; but the clamour would most likely attract some onlookers. Oh for the love of everything great and tasty… Louis swallowed, and grabbed his lance with both hands, prepared to fight his way through the strollers. He hadn’t even thought about abandoning his quest; he only pondered on how. The air was heavy with death’s smell, and he quickly realized there was fresh blood, too. Hopefully not the one bled who called them there…
</p>
<p>
The officer crouched down, and took the stairs double, without losing his breath; he was accustomed to running like this, equipment in hand, preparing to do away with the misery of the distressed. If by fighting, then fighting; he had remorse of course, but he could still remember his father’s words.
</p>
<p>
<em>Sometimes you have to destroy to defend. </em>
</p>
<p>
Most likely, his family did the same somewhere else now – they were stationed across the country, serving their people the best where they were needed. Even if Louis himself was never a soldier, he believed in the need…
</p>
<p>
When the first switcher came to him, halfway between the second and third floor, more falling than running towards him from the upper stairs, the officer didn’t stop. He just lunged forward, using his lance to trip the monster, and using its own speed and weight as leverage to throw it down the flight of stairs. He never really stopped… not even when he realized it was only an outpost. The other switchers were looming about a story above him. Louis changed his grip, preparing to use his lance as a real weapon now…
</p>
<p>
…and he slipped on a still wet step, on a piece of liver with some kind of fur, maybe from a dog, most likely. He couldn’t regain his balance, as when he wanted to grip the handrail, he almost grabbed a chaser’s arm instead… he fell down the stairs, hard, no matter how much he tried to lessen the impact. He didn’t release his lance, though, and he arrived at the stop in the turn at the halfway again, his back slamming into a wall with a muffled thump. Louis stayed there for a moment, dazed, with his whole body throbbing with a sharp pain.
</p>
<p>
He just stared up the incoming chaser until it was almost too late… he was seeing double. It was only dumb, blind luck, that when he realized the danger, and raised his weapon, the sharp edge hurtled into the real forehead. The officer was panting for breath now, as he withdrew the lance.
</p>
<p>
…dull noise…
</p>
<p>
He spun around, almost laughing when he noticed. Maintenance door. To the elevator shaft. He was inside before the rest of the strollers noticed him; Louis closed the door of the chamber, and leaned against it, trying to catch his breath. He was only a few steps away from the drop, and he was in complete darkness… he tried to get his torch out of his pocket with a shaky hand…
</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>
@Elephantom
</p>
<p>
@Destructus Kloud
</p>
Louis Canberton
</p>
<p>
The officer probably ran his best time in short distances, fuelled by the brief panic as the other switchers turned towards him, following the first, and he realized there were a few smaller figures amongst the bloated, gigantic strollers. Even with his blood cool as ice in his veins from the fear, he reached the door in time, and opened it quickly. A fast glance, which assured him nothing hides behind it, and Louis slammed the fire-proof door behind himself, not even caring about the noise right now. He jerked as he heard the rushing bodies hurtling against the metallic door.
</p>
<p>
Damn.
</p>
<p>
He quickly turned the latch, and glanced around again. The scenery discouraged him greatly, painted with blood and intestines. The stairway was infested, too, even if momentarily empty; but the clamour would most likely attract some onlookers. Oh for the love of everything great and tasty… Louis swallowed, and grabbed his lance with both hands, prepared to fight his way through the strollers. He hadn’t even thought about abandoning his quest; he only pondered on how. The air was heavy with death’s smell, and he quickly realized there was fresh blood, too. Hopefully not the one bled who called them there…
</p>
<p>
The officer crouched down, and took the stairs double, without losing his breath; he was accustomed to running like this, equipment in hand, preparing to do away with the misery of the distressed. If by fighting, then fighting; he had remorse of course, but he could still remember his father’s words.
</p>
<p>
<em>Sometimes you have to destroy to defend. </em>
</p>
<p>
Most likely, his family did the same somewhere else now – they were stationed across the country, serving their people the best where they were needed. Even if Louis himself was never a soldier, he believed in the need…
</p>
<p>
When the first switcher came to him, halfway between the second and third floor, more falling than running towards him from the upper stairs, the officer didn’t stop. He just lunged forward, using his lance to trip the monster, and using its own speed and weight as leverage to throw it down the flight of stairs. He never really stopped… not even when he realized it was only an outpost. The other switchers were looming about a story above him. Louis changed his grip, preparing to use his lance as a real weapon now…
</p>
<p>
…and he slipped on a still wet step, on a piece of liver with some kind of fur, maybe from a dog, most likely. He couldn’t regain his balance, as when he wanted to grip the handrail, he almost grabbed a chaser’s arm instead… he fell down the stairs, hard, no matter how much he tried to lessen the impact. He didn’t release his lance, though, and he arrived at the stop in the turn at the halfway again, his back slamming into a wall with a muffled thump. Louis stayed there for a moment, dazed, with his whole body throbbing with a sharp pain.
</p>
<p>
He just stared up the incoming chaser until it was almost too late… he was seeing double. It was only dumb, blind luck, that when he realized the danger, and raised his weapon, the sharp edge hurtled into the real forehead. The officer was panting for breath now, as he withdrew the lance.
</p>
<p>
…dull noise…
</p>
<p>
He spun around, almost laughing when he noticed. Maintenance door. To the elevator shaft. He was inside before the rest of the strollers noticed him; Louis closed the door of the chamber, and leaned against it, trying to catch his breath. He was only a few steps away from the drop, and he was in complete darkness… he tried to get his torch out of his pocket with a shaky hand…
</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>
@Elephantom
</p>
<p>
@Destructus Kloud
</p>
Last edited by a moderator:
Kloudy
The Lore Savant
It darted forward, the red gleam arcing over from the darkness. Arkus's shoulders slammed against the back of the vent and he whipped his taser out shakily. Picking up the broken torch in one hand, he held it out for the Chaser to bite onto as it lunged forward, plunging the taser into it's eye with the other hand. After a few seconds it slumped limply over Arkus. The boy breathed heavily after having taken the strain of the undead creature, casting the now tooth-marked torch aside. It was at that very moment he heard the sounds of metal crumpling and the vent disappeared above him. He was falling through the bottom of it, landing onto a corpse with a wet thud. Arkus groaned, sitting up and realised he was in front of the elevator shaft. He shouldn't have been surprised, it would make sense that a vent would run across the shaft for easy access between floors. What really surprised him was the man standing in the elevator doorway, fishing for something out of a pocket.
(There you go
) @Surantum @Elephantom
(There you go
) @Surantum @Elephantom
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
"Yeah, Pete two, fuckheads zero."
Pete muttered out loudly, a triumphant tone in his voice, towards the already agitated switchers below, their hands roaming amongst the ladder, trying to find a way to reach Pete's tasty, tasty neck. From the look of their futile attempts, it was clear that they were famished, and completely starving.
Pete took another last glance at them, rather happy to be away from their presence, before wandering off into the room right next to him, gaining easy access through the open window. Movement was less tight once he entered the building, due to the absence of stale, broken down vehicles.
Upon further observance of the room he was in, he noticed that most of the furniture were enveloped in dust, left just the way it was when the owners vacated the premises, which were untouched by looters, probably due to the increased switcher activity in this particular area, needless to say, it was untouched by the apocalypse too, looking rather stuck in time. The sunlight that shone in through the shuttered windows, gave the room an even more eerie feel.
Pete looked around the various rooms, unfazed by the groans that the switcher made in chorus. He spent quite the fair amount of time scrounging through their belongings, hoping to find some useful items. Safe to say, the place's previous inhabitants had almost scraped the place clean of its resources, nevertheless, due to Pete's perseverance, he discovered a bottle of aspirin, partially used, and a claw hammer, from their store room, or so he supposed it was.
The other items they had where, needless to say, pretty much useless. Pete quietly exited the maze-like bundle of rooms through the main entrance, before hastily making his way downstairs.
---
He reached the apartment's ground floor, the sounds of the switcher having subsided a long time ago, perhaps they were tired of screaming for things that was way out of their leagues, quite literally.
Pete traversed through the expansive garage, impressed by the fact that the building even had a garage. Most apartments were rather small, or too packed, to have a massive garage, but this building had one. There was not sight of any vehicles, except for a mini-van that stood alone amongst all the free space.
A sudden idea sparked in Pete's mind.
@Destructus Kloud
@Surantum
Pete muttered out loudly, a triumphant tone in his voice, towards the already agitated switchers below, their hands roaming amongst the ladder, trying to find a way to reach Pete's tasty, tasty neck. From the look of their futile attempts, it was clear that they were famished, and completely starving.
Pete took another last glance at them, rather happy to be away from their presence, before wandering off into the room right next to him, gaining easy access through the open window. Movement was less tight once he entered the building, due to the absence of stale, broken down vehicles.
Upon further observance of the room he was in, he noticed that most of the furniture were enveloped in dust, left just the way it was when the owners vacated the premises, which were untouched by looters, probably due to the increased switcher activity in this particular area, needless to say, it was untouched by the apocalypse too, looking rather stuck in time. The sunlight that shone in through the shuttered windows, gave the room an even more eerie feel.
Pete looked around the various rooms, unfazed by the groans that the switcher made in chorus. He spent quite the fair amount of time scrounging through their belongings, hoping to find some useful items. Safe to say, the place's previous inhabitants had almost scraped the place clean of its resources, nevertheless, due to Pete's perseverance, he discovered a bottle of aspirin, partially used, and a claw hammer, from their store room, or so he supposed it was.
The other items they had where, needless to say, pretty much useless. Pete quietly exited the maze-like bundle of rooms through the main entrance, before hastily making his way downstairs.
---
He reached the apartment's ground floor, the sounds of the switcher having subsided a long time ago, perhaps they were tired of screaming for things that was way out of their leagues, quite literally.
Pete traversed through the expansive garage, impressed by the fact that the building even had a garage. Most apartments were rather small, or too packed, to have a massive garage, but this building had one. There was not sight of any vehicles, except for a mini-van that stood alone amongst all the free space.
A sudden idea sparked in Pete's mind.
@Destructus Kloud
@Surantum
DeadnotSleeping
Nervous Wreck
Louis Canberton
Louis froze when the sudden, soft and somehow wet thud resounded in the dark chamber, left hand still in his pocket. Oh damn if something came here, maybe not only one, then…
…a groan, a movement in the dark…
…he found the torch, a sturdy, strong light, and switched it on, lifting the lance slightly, then he relaxed.
It was a living person. What is more, a boy, skinny, and with a white blonde hair… The officer smiled.
At least one person was alive here. Maybe even more. The kid was covered in bodily fluids from a splattered corpse. Most likely he was injured, too…
“Good evening, sir. Are you all right?” asked Louis, unconsciously using the formula taught to them on the training. He flashed the light over the boy, taking care of not directing it on his face, least he would blind him temporarily. No visible, apparent injuries, but might be broken bones, bruises… he would need to check up on him. Well. Let’s see if he is responsive first. “I’ve come to escort you and any companion you have out of the building. Can you stand up?”
He stepped closer, holding out his arm. It was risky, but he had a very sturdy and strong jacket on, even if the boy is infected and bites, his teeth wouldn’t get him from the start… and the officer was still hoping. This day started really well, and he trusted that it would end well, too…
@Destructus Kloud
@Elephantom
Louis froze when the sudden, soft and somehow wet thud resounded in the dark chamber, left hand still in his pocket. Oh damn if something came here, maybe not only one, then…
…a groan, a movement in the dark…
…he found the torch, a sturdy, strong light, and switched it on, lifting the lance slightly, then he relaxed.
It was a living person. What is more, a boy, skinny, and with a white blonde hair… The officer smiled.
At least one person was alive here. Maybe even more. The kid was covered in bodily fluids from a splattered corpse. Most likely he was injured, too…
“Good evening, sir. Are you all right?” asked Louis, unconsciously using the formula taught to them on the training. He flashed the light over the boy, taking care of not directing it on his face, least he would blind him temporarily. No visible, apparent injuries, but might be broken bones, bruises… he would need to check up on him. Well. Let’s see if he is responsive first. “I’ve come to escort you and any companion you have out of the building. Can you stand up?”
He stepped closer, holding out his arm. It was risky, but he had a very sturdy and strong jacket on, even if the boy is infected and bites, his teeth wouldn’t get him from the start… and the officer was still hoping. This day started really well, and he trusted that it would end well, too…
@Destructus Kloud
@Elephantom
Last edited by a moderator:
Kloudy
The Lore Savant
Arkus soon saw that the man was friendly, well, friendly enough. He quickly looked up and down, eyebrow raised. Yes, yes this would do.
"Are you the signaller? If so, where is the other that you mentioned and whats the situation about the Switchers on the ground floor?" He asked quickly, getting up from the body he had fallen on. He jumped a moment later as the dead Chaser followed after him from the broken vent, slumping over the first corpse lifelessly.
"There is no one else here except a ginger cat that I suspect may not have made it out alive, meaning we must be off immediately. Do you have a means of escape and or refuge, Mr...?"
@Surantum @Elephantom
"Are you the signaller? If so, where is the other that you mentioned and whats the situation about the Switchers on the ground floor?" He asked quickly, getting up from the body he had fallen on. He jumped a moment later as the dead Chaser followed after him from the broken vent, slumping over the first corpse lifelessly.
"There is no one else here except a ginger cat that I suspect may not have made it out alive, meaning we must be off immediately. Do you have a means of escape and or refuge, Mr...?"
@Surantum @Elephantom
Last edited by a moderator:
DeadnotSleeping
Nervous Wreck
Louis Canberton
Somehow it felt strange as the kid looked over him. Like he was measuring him up. Louis didn’t really like it. And the words tumbling out of the boy’s mouth felt out of place. Still, the officer just smiled, relaying the requested information.
…kids surely grew up quick these days. Or only the thin physique and the pale hair made him look that young. Didn’t really matter; right now he had to treat him as an equal, especially judging from the manner the kid spoke.
“Yes, I was the one setting up the signals. My partner in lackadaisical heroics is outside, providing a distraction and some means of escape for us right now. The ones on the ground floor are, however, still moving, some of them inside…”
Oh. Another dead body fell…
…damn.
“And where are my manners… I am Louis Canberton, revenant from the Second Rescue Company, at your service. Well then. Do you want to go look for your cat, or should we go, sir? Are you sure you are unharmed?”
Somehow it felt strange as the kid looked over him. Like he was measuring him up. Louis didn’t really like it. And the words tumbling out of the boy’s mouth felt out of place. Still, the officer just smiled, relaying the requested information.
…kids surely grew up quick these days. Or only the thin physique and the pale hair made him look that young. Didn’t really matter; right now he had to treat him as an equal, especially judging from the manner the kid spoke.
“Yes, I was the one setting up the signals. My partner in lackadaisical heroics is outside, providing a distraction and some means of escape for us right now. The ones on the ground floor are, however, still moving, some of them inside…”
Oh. Another dead body fell…
…damn.
“And where are my manners… I am Louis Canberton, revenant from the Second Rescue Company, at your service. Well then. Do you want to go look for your cat, or should we go, sir? Are you sure you are unharmed?”
Kloudy
The Lore Savant
Arkus waved a hand dismissively, "I'm fine, I'm fine. Let's just get out of here. And no, forget the cat. It's most likely got s horde chasing after it. Let's just head to your friends." And with that he moved down the stairs of the second floor toward the exit on the ground floor. As an after thought, he glanced over his should back at Louis, "Oh, by the way, if you hear my voice from far off despite me being here, run in the opposite direction. It'll most likely be followed by the said horde. Long story, I'll tell you later."
@Surantum @Elephantom
@Surantum @Elephantom
Last edited by a moderator:
DeadnotSleeping
Nervous Wreck
Even Louis could understand that the kid was using a cat for the distraction. He didn’t really like the idea, even if it must have been effective if the boy was here, relatively unharmed… still, animal abuse wasn’t his favourite. He swallowed and decided to not comment over it; the boy most likely out of options. Alone in a swarmed building…
“I’d rather if you won’t just saunter out there unprepared, sir” he reached over to stop the boy; a light touch, nothing else. Most likely, the gesture would be effective. “The staircase is loaded; I only took out a few. Stairs are out of option, unless you are willing to get eaten, because I doubt that Molotov would help us out in this environment. The elevator shaft is very silent, so I hope we could get out with less fight that way, I didn’t catch your name, Mr,…?”
He flashed the light over as something was scratching on the door. They didn’t manage with the doorknob, especially since he used a latch, but still.
“I would be happy to escort you downstairs. How do you feel towards a light rope climbing exercise, sir?”
“I’d rather if you won’t just saunter out there unprepared, sir” he reached over to stop the boy; a light touch, nothing else. Most likely, the gesture would be effective. “The staircase is loaded; I only took out a few. Stairs are out of option, unless you are willing to get eaten, because I doubt that Molotov would help us out in this environment. The elevator shaft is very silent, so I hope we could get out with less fight that way, I didn’t catch your name, Mr,…?”
He flashed the light over as something was scratching on the door. They didn’t manage with the doorknob, especially since he used a latch, but still.
“I would be happy to escort you downstairs. How do you feel towards a light rope climbing exercise, sir?”
Last edited by a moderator:
Kloudy
The Lore Savant
"Arkus. Arkus..." He paused for a moment, hesitating, "Just Arkus. That would be an excellent idea except for the fact that I don't appear to be very strong. I doubt I could hold on for too long. Is no other way down?" He asked the other man. He was light enough to lift his own weight somewhat, but Arkus still had little stamina, so their little rope climb would most likely result in an involuntary base jump down the elevator shaft.
@Surantum @Elephantom
@Surantum @Elephantom
DeadnotSleeping
Nervous Wreck
Louis Canberton
The officer nodded. He should have thought about that; even if most kids loved to move around, six months tend to take a toll on one’s body. Well then. Not like this would be the first time for him carrying that much, even if this wouldn’t be easy.
“Delighted to make your aquitance” he said, getting the backpack down, and taking off his belt. “Mr. Arkus, then I shall assist you. The maintenance ladder is the other alternate route, which should be slower, and a bit risky since the steps are quite far apart. I can create a makeshift safety gear and give you a piggyback ride, if you agree. That is not without danger, either, since I’ll have to buckle you to myself, but I am trained in these manner of rescue. Would you be willing to take this risk?...”
@Destructus Kloud
@Elephantom
The officer nodded. He should have thought about that; even if most kids loved to move around, six months tend to take a toll on one’s body. Well then. Not like this would be the first time for him carrying that much, even if this wouldn’t be easy.
“Delighted to make your aquitance” he said, getting the backpack down, and taking off his belt. “Mr. Arkus, then I shall assist you. The maintenance ladder is the other alternate route, which should be slower, and a bit risky since the steps are quite far apart. I can create a makeshift safety gear and give you a piggyback ride, if you agree. That is not without danger, either, since I’ll have to buckle you to myself, but I am trained in these manner of rescue. Would you be willing to take this risk?...”
@Destructus Kloud
@Elephantom
Kloudy
The Lore Savant
"Sure." Arkus agreed moving to the elevator shaft. Already he could hear sounds of Switchers from the floor below. It seemed they had heard or smelled them somehow, but that was no surprise; the vent had been quite loud, or rather, he had been so. He slung the pack he had over his shoulder. It didn't contain a whole lot, just some stuff he'd found at the hideout, but it felt like a boulder to Arkus. He considered doing some weights when he had any spare time, this was really encumbering and his lack of muscles were not helping.
(See? You tagged me correctly.)
@Surantum @Elephantom
(See? You tagged me correctly.
)@Surantum @Elephantom
DeadnotSleeping
Nervous Wreck
Louis Canberton
The officer nodded, quickly knotting and buckling his long belt into a makeshift halter. It wasn’t really sturdy, but thankfully, the kid was small. They would only have to climb one and a half levels down, anyway. Louis moved quickly, fixing and strengthening the halter without hesitation. Sometimes, training was really the best.
“Come here them, Mr. Arkus. I’ll fix this on you, then you go on my back.” he smiled, taking his rucksack on his belly now. It would be uncomfortable, but he could deal with it. “We better be making sure that it is safe before descending. May I ask if you know your approximate weight?”
The officer nodded, quickly knotting and buckling his long belt into a makeshift halter. It wasn’t really sturdy, but thankfully, the kid was small. They would only have to climb one and a half levels down, anyway. Louis moved quickly, fixing and strengthening the halter without hesitation. Sometimes, training was really the best.
“Come here them, Mr. Arkus. I’ll fix this on you, then you go on my back.” he smiled, taking his rucksack on his belly now. It would be uncomfortable, but he could deal with it. “We better be making sure that it is safe before descending. May I ask if you know your approximate weight?”