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Quarantine 2040

(William was talking to laura and everyone is at the top. Let's assets Vesper is at the bottom watching for more infected)


As night neared, enhanced forms of infected became more common. They were glowing blue with
 
Elijahpijah123 said:
(William was talking to laura and everyone is at the top. Let's assets Vesper is at the bottom watching for more infected)
As night neared, enhanced forms of infected became more common. They were glowing blue with
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(Blue with what?)
 
((Sorry guys, had a sudden camping trip that was sprung on me. I'm caught up, I believe, and I'm just gonna go with what @Elijahpijah123 said about Spikes. Just a FYI, Spikes hasn't met William yet.))


Spikes watched the two young men ascend the stairs, and decided to watch for more infected. She didn't really care about exploring, unless it had something to do with surviving. Besides, she much preferred fighting to exploring, anyway.


Swords drawn, she watched the ground floor, her eyes keen and looking for movement in the darkness. Her back to the stairs, she heard voices above her head and assumed that they found the William guy, whom she hadn't met yet. Spike's arm began to sting again, and she could feel drowsiness beginning to set in. The pain medication was apparently wearing off. Spikes blinked, readjusted her grip on her swords. Her eyes caught a movement to her left, but when she went to inspect it, she found that it was just some blowing plastic, not an infected. Stepping back to her place on the stairs, she breathed a slow, deep breath through her mouth. Once the meds wore off, they wore off fast, and her arm was feeling the effects of the lacerations. That, and walking a few miles or at all after losing a lot of blood wasn't recommended. Her body demanded rest; but she was standing guard. She couldn't sleep now. She couldn't!


And yet she found herself leaning against a wall, fighting her heavy eyes. She was almost glad when she saw a lone infected stumble in, the slow growls giving it away. Instinct kicked in, and she skewered it with her twin blades. The creature didn't really stand a chance. Another body dropped among the twenty piled into the room. Her arm began to really become painful then, with her using it. She could hear her stitches pop, and that was bad. But Spikes thought she could take care of herself, since that's what she had done for nearly six months.


She sat down, setting her blades within reach, and began to work on her arm, begging herself to stay awake. The pain was intense, and she had to sew herself up on top of that. Spikes took a deep breath, and pulled off her bandage, hissing softly as the blood made the bandage stick to her arm. Silently she prayed to heaven that no one would find her in this position and that she wouldn't cry out. When she finished her prayer, Spikes gritted her teeth as she began to stitch up her wound.
 
"So she isn't Julian's girlfriend..." He thought to himself. It's strange how more and more survivors start to appear since he met him. That can be a good and a bad thing. The more people, the higher the chances of survival, but the chance that at least one of them turns against the group increases aswell. He might snap if that happens again, and once he does, he can't guarantee for anything. He might end up killing that person. Actually, he will kill that person.


Ahh, he was thinking too much again.


He glanced at William and noticed how creepy he looked. He didn't notice earlier due to how dark it was in the shelter. David didn't know what to make of him. Might aswell just stay away.


He shifted his gaze to the stairway and noticed that Spikes wasn't with them. What is she doing? Did she just leave...? No... probably not... Right?


Meh. He didn't know her. "Maybe we 'annoyed' her..." He thought to himself. Still, he couldn't help but worry a little. He hated how he worried about strangers or people he doesn't know for too long, but he was glad he wasn't as heartless as some other individuals.


David wanted to check on her, but decided not to. Leaving Julian alone with these two seemed like a bad idea to him, so he stayed. Still, he wondered why she wasn't around.
 
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Spikes finished the stitching, her mind clouded with fatigue and pain, not a great combination. She no longer heard the voices above her, and now wished she had decided to go with them. What was she thinking, posing as sentry? That it would help the team. That's what you were thinking,Spikes thought to herself. That and she much preferred to be alone than to be with people.


But in this case, her wound was pretty serious. She could still use her arm, which was critical when trying to survive. But her guess was that she had hit a bleeder, and that wasn't going to heal quickly. Under normal circumstances, she'd be on bed rest for a solid two days, with a week of recovery after that. In these times however, she didn't have that luxury. Spikes fought to stand again, keeping her eyes open, but she stumbled and her hand gripped the stair railing, her sword clattering on the floor. Shoot.


Making sounds could attract infected, and she was in no condition to fight. She still held a sword in her left hand, and she gripped it tighter. She shouldn't be here. Joining a team and heading to a high rise? Dumb. Stupid. Arrogant. What was she thinking?
 
David got impatient as Julian and Laura continued talking. He had this strange feeling. The kind of feeling you get when you know something is fishy. Where the hell was Spikes? He hoped that she would catch up after a while, but she just didn't come. Did she just leave? Was she exploring the building? Did something happen to her?


What happened?


"Sorry to interrupt you guys, but i'm going to look for Spikes. Hey William, you cleared the building, right?"


He looked at Julian one last time before heading downstairs.


"God damn, David. He's old enough. He can take care of himself. Don't worry about him, dumbass."


He hated how much he cared about him. He wasn't his brother.


His little brother is still out there; probably struggling to stay alive. He's probably alone, tired and hungry, maybe dead! And here he is: Following a bunch of strangers into a god damn high rise to find some teenage boy's girlfriend... What the hell is he doing here? He should be looking for him right now.


He tightened his grip around the rusty old tomahawk as his eyes narrowed. His mood dropped drastically.


If there were any more infected in this high rise; good. He was going to draw them to him and crack open their skulls. "Spikes! Where are you?! Are you still here?!"
 
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((kik? I don't know what that means.))

Skychild said:
"Spikes! Where are you?! Are you still here?!"
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Spikes heard David's voice, but it seemed far away. Spikes gritted her teeth, fought her way through the pain, to stay awake. In her mind she worked through possibilities, how to survive this. She could head back to the shelter, but it was a mile away. She'd be out in the open for way too long.


Spikes could answer David's call, but she didn't want to faint on him--again. Team member or not, she could deal with this herself. Spikes wanted to kick herself for thinking that joining a team might be a good idear, but she had bigger problems to deal with.


Like a horde of infecteds heading over the hill. She saw them from a window to her right, not from the direction of the shelter but directly east of it. If they were at the top of the high rise, hopefully they would see it, her so-called team.


They had maybe twenty minutes before the place was covered, and Spikes was in no condition to fight, mentally or physically. But she had to warn the others, right? Even if she was planning on forging it alone after this whole escapade, they deserved a warning.


David's call reminded her. "David! There's..." she coughed, and took another breath. "Infecteds! East of here! And..." Her voice cracked, and she realized that on top of everything else, she was thirsty. She considered telling about her wound, but that wouldn't make things any better.
 
William heard the shout about infected coming and rushed to a window to see what the core was. As he peered out at the street, he saw what looked like an army of undead approaching, "Well fuck me three ways to Sunday. Grab whatever you can and meet me down stairs. We need to get the fuck outta this city before they show up. Any objections to this plan?"
 
( me neither. )


Spikes voice was audible, but it was far away and faint. It sounded like she was at the other side of the building. What was she thinking? Why did she wander off without the others?

Vespertide said:
"Infecteds! East of here! And..."
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David noticed the unusual tone of her voice. It was rough and sounded weak. He shifted his gaze to the window next to him and saw an army of infected approaching the building. "Oh, shit..."





They had to hurry.


"Spikes! Keep talking with me so i can find out where you are! What happened?" He yelled while darting further downstairs. Seriously, why didn't she stick with the team? What the hell was she doing?


He remembered the wound she had on her arm. Maybe it was worse than he thought... "Come on, Spikes! Make some noise!" Ahhhh, how he hated situations like these. 》You have to do this, but also have to do that and watch out that this doesn't happen while doing so. So you better hurry up.《


In this case, that was having to find Spikes, but also having to meet up with the others and watch out that the infected don't arrive until They all left the building. So you better hurry up. No new weapon for you, David.


He let out a sigh as he looked around and waited for Spikes to make noise again.


Well, at least he was getting closer to her.
 
Skychild said:
"Spikes! Keep talking with me so i can find out where you are! What happened?"
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Keep talking? What?


Spikes was getting dizzy again, and she put a stone grip on the railing. The infecteds were getting closer, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to walk, so much as fight. A silent thought rolled into her head, one she had considered many times before. She'd rather die than become an infected. She had a lot of knives, one to the throat would mean death in a few seconds.


But she was Spikes Monroe. And that meant that she would die fighting, not killing herself before the fighting even got started.

Skychild said:
"Come on, Spikes! Make some noise!"
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Make some... Oh! Make some noise. Spikes glanced at her sword in her hand, and stuck it between some balcony railings, and hit it back and forth. A racket of noise ensued, and Spikes kept watch over the army of infecteds approaching. They were getting closer, and starting to turn their ugly heads over at her. Probably because of the noise. She stopped it, and despite the pain and fatigue kept standing, watching the infecteds.
 
William grabbed a random bag and started filling it with any weapons and ammo he could get his hands on. He grabbed shotguns, rifles, SMGs and pistols as well as a couple of knives. As the bag was full he put it away and grabbed a belt of grenades off a wall and wore them. He then started looking for the others and ran into Spikes after hearing the racket she made, "What the fuck was that noise about? You know what never mind, we gotta run like hell right now or get eaten by the swarm."
 
A man ran down the stairs she was on, and expecting David she turned, but then saw a guy she'd never seen before. And he was swearing, too, not something she appreciated very much. Truth was that it normally didn't bother her, but she could pass out any second at this point and this guy was swearing at her.


He was covered in weapons too, although they were obvious and could be seen by anyone. "Who... Who are you?" She asked, clearly out of it.
 
William cocked his head and grinned, "Ah of course where are my manners? My name is William, and please forgive my swearing, old habits. You look like you're about to pass out, so I recommend you sit tight till someone comes and helps you down the stairs. If do it but to be honest you'd slow me down, and as you can see, I'm slow enough as it is." And before she could say anything he left and headed to the stairwell
 
He continued running down the stairs until he heard a voice below. It was William. How the hell did he make it down faster than he did? He stopped on the last steps of this level, and his eyebrows raised. Spikes sat on the floor, leaning against a wall.


"Oh, fuck..." he mumbled as he ran to her. She didn't look good; there was blood all around her, and she was as pale as snow. He turned around and looked out of the window behind him. The infected were going to encircle them if they don't hurry.


He looked at her again and knew that she couldn't make it out of here on her own.


"Shit, can you lean on my shoulder? We have to get out of here ASAP! Don't pass out on me!" Now what did he gain by going in here? Weapons? Provisions? Information? No. Just a pile of stress, an injured team mate and possibly his own death. Great. Just great. What the hell was he thinking?
 
RedZombieWolf said:
"Ah of course where are my manners? My name is William, and please forgive my swearing, old habits. You look like you're about to pass out, so I recommend you sit tight till someone comes and helps you down the stairs. If do it but to be honest you'd slow me down, and as you can see, I'm slow enough as it is."
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Spikes was barely able to understand him, he was speaking so fast, and soon he headed away. The zombie horde was getting closer, much too close for comfort. She watched them. knowing if she moved even the slightest bit she'd land in a pile of infecteds, and if she got even a little bit of their blood in her wound... She didn't know if that would do anything, but still, it wouldn't be good for her.


Soon David came, right behind William.

Skychild said:
"...can you lean on my shoulder? We have to get out of here ASAP! Don't pass out on me!"
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Spikes nodded, sheathing her sword, and as fast as possible getting the other sword off the ground and into it's sheath. Those swords had saved her life, more than once, she wasn't leaving them behind.


She leaned on David, hating that she had to get help just to run, and focused on stepping, one foot in front of the other, and then running. Where were they even headed too? Where would be safe from the hordes currently approaching? They couldn't be more than a half mile away. And how did they not notice a group so large beforehand? They must've been hiding in the trees...


Her thoughts as they moved forward was a long string of don't pass out don't pass out don't pass out...


Half mile away...


((Just so you know @Skychild , she might black out. This doesn't mean she passes out and collapses necessarily, but that she loses consciousness and therefore can't respond to questions, but still walks and runs. Kind of like sleepwalking. If you talk to her, that's the response you'll get. Just FYI.))
 
Julian glanced around out the windows, and noticed that hundreds, were around. "Get a gun, and hold 'em off!"


 
"Um, there's more."
 
Vespertide said:
((Just so you know @Skychild , she might black out. This doesn't mean she passes out and collapses necessarily, but that she loses consciousness and therefore can't respond to questions, but still walks and runs. Kind of like sleepwalking. If you talk to her, that's the response you'll get. Just FYI.))
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(Alrighty!)
This was bad. This was really, really bad. "Shit, what now?!"


The infected were incredibly fast. David won't reach the exit quick enough, especially not if he had to support a wounded person. Besides, Julian and the other girl still were upstairs.


"If i decided to leave the building, I'd have to get these two, but leave Spikes down here in order to be fast enough. However, that's way too risky for her. She can't even stand... Even if we'd leave the building together right now, i doubt that we have enough time. So the only option is--"


He was pulled out of his thoughts by the growl of an infected. "Some are already here?!"


The infected made it's way upstairs and looked him right in the eye. "Damn it, i don't have time to think!"


He kicked it back down the stairs, hoping that it would stay down.


Of course it didn't. Another weakpoint;


He can't use his weapon properly while Spikes leans on his shoulder. "Spikes, we have to go upstairs and wait it out. We won't make it out in time. We'll fight them off until they're either all dead, are drawn away or give up. We have no choice."


Her condition got worse and worse every time he looked at her face.


"Alright, come on. You can do this."


One step after another, they made their way upstairs.This was so risky... but there was no safe way out of this. Julian said there were weapons on the top. On the top. Fuck.
 
William burst through the doorway and saw infected climbing the stairs after David and Spikes. He drew his pistol and started firing at the closest undead chasing them, "Move it assholes move it!"
 
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