Quarantine 2040

[SkyChild]

"Alright."


He crouched down on the floor and lighted his lighter, watching William doing the same. Once the fuse is lit, they had to make a run for it.


"Ready? On three.


One..


Two...


Three!"


He held the small flame to the fuse and it immediately absorbed the heat, sparks eating their way up to the explosive content.


He threw the deadly thing away and made a run for it, trying to get as much distance from the explosives as possible before shit goes down.

 

[RedZombieWolf]

William lit his and threw and ran after the other guy, "Pump those legs baby, cause if we get caught in the explosion I will not be impressed!"

 

[Elijahpijah123]

Julian ran down the stairs as fast as ever. "30 seconds! What about the others?!"

 

[Vespertide]

((Hey guys. If I want to be realistic, my character's not going to wake up for awhile. Well, okay, techinically she shouldn't wake up at all, but she's tough so I'll make an exception. So I was thinking she sleeps for a day or two before waking up. Thoughts?))

 

[SkyChild]

((Wait... where are the characters running to? To the exit or back upstairs? ô_o


@Vespertide Alright!))

 

[Elijahpijah123]

((Exit.)

 

[SkyChild]

((Oh snap.))


"30 SECONDS?!" The blood in his veins froze, and he stopped in the middle of the staircase. That was a lot less time than he expected. He saw William running past him, knowing that he had to make a decision. "Fuck!" Everyone who's still in here when everything explodes is in danger. Laura lost an arm, and Spikes is knocked out. GREAT!


20 seconds left





"Julian! Where's your girlfriend?!" This was a stupid idea! AGAIN! It can't get any worse at this point!


15 seconds left





He couldn't just leave! he just couldn't! Right?! No! He has to--


10 seconds left





He ran back up the stairs as fast as he could to get to Spikes, Laura and Julian. He might not survive this time... He already wasted a lot of time, and he can't make it to the top, nor to the exit at this point. But if he dies in an explosion, it'll be quick...


5 seconds left


"I'm not going to make it!"


4 seconds left


"I'm not going to make it!!!"


3 seconds left


"I'M NOT GOING TO FUCKING MAKE IT!!!"





A loud boom halled through the staircase, letting the ground shake. He stumbled and fell, before everything went to black.


(( I won't be able to post for 2 days, so i thought i'd make up an interesting scenario to keep you guys busy hope you're okay with it, @Elijahpijah123))


((No, my character isn't dead))

 

[Vespertide]

((Should we say that @Skychild and anyone else was caught in the blast and wake up two days later? What say you, @Elijahpijah123 ))

 

[Elijahpijah123]

((Yea))


As the bombs exploded, Julian fell on the ground, tumbling down the stairs before hitting is head on a brick.

 

[RedZombieWolf]

William was thrown forward as the bombs went off. He went face first into a wall and was knocked out

 

[SkyChild]

((I'm back! Want to continue the RP?


Btw; thanks for waiting for me! :0))

 

[Elijahpijah123]

(yea)


Julian woke up after hitting a brick. He wiped his forehead and noticed blood. "Im bleeding, dangit!"


 
((laura was incinerated at the blast.)

 

[Vespertide]

((Uh, yeah. What's better than a zombie apocalypse...? Although, I'd ask for you guys to cut down on the swearing. I'm okay with it here and there, but it's gotten a little excessive.))


Spikes blinked, once, then twice.


How... How am I alive?


Her head was heavy, and her arm didn't hurt anymore. Slowly she pulled herself up, and her vision focused. Just being alive felt wonderful, amazing.


Impossible.


She first saw the condition of the room, which was the same as before, except blood was all over a wall, and a young girl, blackened and unrecognizable, lying on the ground, her arm chopped off. It all came rushing back, when she almost shot her head off. Instead, she bled out and died because none of these idiots knew how to tie a proper bandage. But burned... How did she burn? How long had she been out, anyway? And where were her supposed team mates?


Too many questions. Spikes got up, and felt the weight of her jacket with all it's knives, the correct weight. So no one had robbed her, that was good. Her swords were still with her, and it seemed life had intended to go on.


She checked her arm as she walked out of the room, noting the scar tissue and the dried blood. It would heal, and she would need to keep the stitches in for a few more days.


Part of her almost wished she had died, gone the way of the Earth, all that. But apparently God had a few more plans for her. That's how she stayed alive. A miracle, plain and simple.


She looked up, and gasped.


William was crumpled against a corner in the wall, a head wound above his right eyebrow. But that wasn't what she had gasped at; the entire stairwell was destroyed, mere rubble at this point. There was a fifteen foot gap between the floor they were on, and the rest of the staircase. What had happened? The building was so old that a section of stairs conviently collapsed, trapping them up here?


She spotted David, on his side, in the middle of the floor. There were burn marks on both of them. But where was...?

"Im bleeding, dangit!"

Spikes whirled around at the sudden noise, her swords out in a second. Her arm ached, but she ignored it.


It was just Julian, but he was alive. There was something. But if they were trapped up here, with a dead body and no means of food, she could care less about them. First chance she had, she was going at it alone. Again.


"You bleeding is the least of our worries," Spikes told him coldly. "What happened up here?"


As she listened to Julian's response, she went to David and William, checking to see if they were even alive. David was, but she wasn't so sure about William.

 

[Elijahpijah123]

"Well, you seriously do things for your survival. Which is ok, but im bleeding . And i could die."


 
"And bombs went off.,"

 

[Vespertide]

"Well, you seriously do things for your survival. Which is ok, but im bleeding . And i could die.
And bombs went off.,"

"Bombs?" Spikes asked, whirling on him, ignoring the comment about her own survival. "Whose idiot idea was that?!"


Under other circumstances, bombs were actually a great way with dealing with undead hordes. They had a large dispersal radius, killed twenty or more depending on the size of the explosive, and happened very quickly. If one was smart about them, that is. The idiots had probably thrown the bombs onto the stairs, where the hordes were. And to blast out the stairwell probably meant that they weren't small explosives, either.


Spikes sheathed her swords. "It's only a small cut. You'll live. These two? I'm not so sure."


She pullled both closer together, and flat on their backs. Digging through her own pockets, she found rolls of bandages and gauze. She felt their rib cages, and hoped that they weren't paralyzed. There wasn't much she could do if they were paralyzed. David seemed to have taken the most damage; she could feel broken ribs, and his left arm was bent at an awkward angle. But he was breathing, so she cut his shirt off with one of her knives and wrapped his chest as tightly as she could.


William, though. He had a pretty bad head wound, and his pulse was thready at best. He was also breathing, just fine, but if he woke up again would be a mystery.


"Who was the girl?" Spikes asked after she was done.

 

[Elijahpijah123]

"My girlfriend, why?"

 

[Vespertide]

Spikes glanced at the closet, and back at Julian, deciding how to break the news to him. Part of her wanted to just show him and be done with it, but Julian was just a kid. He probably hadn't experienced death before. If he had, he would be used to blood, because in today's world, that's how deaths were. Bloody and violent.


She stood up. "Follow me."


Beckoning him to follow her, she walked towards the closet where she had woken up in. Inside, the girl's body was only recognizable by her blond hair, and the rest of her was burnt and her arm was cut off. Her skull was opened in a scream.


"It was quick," Spikes told him, trying to be gentle. She hadn't been gentle since...


She pushed that thought away. "She must have been caught in the blast. Her neck was broken. She didn't suffer."

 

[SkyChild]

His ears were ringing, and his vision was blurry as he slowly opened his eyes. He stared at the ceiling, realising where he was and what happened.


Then, the pain kicked in. A sharp gasp was audible, and he moved his head slightly to look around; he saw his shirt laying in the corner, and realised that he was shirtless. He noticed that his chest was wrapped in bandages.


Now, he was fully awake, and the pain was getting worse. His skin was burned on multiple spots on his body and he had a headache. But these weren't his biggest problems; his chest was wrapped in bandages for a reason. It was hard to breathe normally. Did he break some ribs when he fell down the stairs? Who helped him? He tried to raise his left hand to touch his chest, but was only met with more pain; His arm was twisted, and moving it was impossible. He was in a bad situation... He can't keep going like this, and you have to keep moving if you want to survive.


He let his head drop to the floor again, sighing slightly in frustration. How could he bring himself in a situation like this...? He's as good as dead.


He heard someone breathing heavily next to him, and turned his head to see that it was William, knocked out cold. "..H-hey..!" David used his right arm to shake him, but he didn't wake up. He had a bad wound on his head... They layed to each other in the same exact same way, so at least one of the others has to have survived and dragged them here, but they were nowhere to be seen.H e tried to get up, but covered his mouth with the hand of his healthy arm to muffle his scream of pain and dropped back down to the floor. "Pathetic..." He thought as a weak smile drew on his lips. He rolled over on his side and crawled to a doorframe to use it to pull himself up. It was still painful, but he managed to get up on his feet. He held his left arm and started moving, one step at a time. He was still shakey, but at least he could walk. Finding Spikes and Julian didn't take long; they stood in the other room with their backs to him, inspecting something. He couldn't make out what it was. Where was Laura?


He leaned against the wall behind them. "Hel-" He tried to greet them, but only found himself in a bad coughing fit.

 

[Elijahpijah123]

"What the..."

 

[Vespertide]

Spikes turned around, both surprised at Julian's reaction to seeing his girlfriend's burned body and to the idiot David, who woke up and decided to start walking.


"Are you trying to kill yourself? Or did you expect the explosives to do that?" She scolded him, shouldering one of his arms, trying to lead him back to were he was. "I'm not a doctor, but if you have broken ribs, you shouldn't be up and about."

 

[Elijahpijah123]

"Great, now we already lost one. How do we get down from here? I don't wanna look at her. And if it wasn't for the explosion we'd all be dead."

 

[SkyChild]

"We didn't have a choice... Would you rather be eaten alive...? Go ahead, the infected are waiting down there..." Just when he thought the situation couldn't get any worse, he found himself with broken ribs and a twisted arm, inside a destroyed high rise. Guess it was his punishment for being stupid. He shook Spikes's arm off of him, smiling slightly. "Shouldn't be up and about...? Might as well go to bed with some hot chocolate to get well soon...? Heh... No. Thanks for helping me out, though..."

"Great, now we already lost one. How do we get down from here? I don't wanna look at her. And if it wasn't for the explosion we'd all be dead."

"Already lost one...?" That's right; he didn't see Laura anywhere. He moved past Spikes and walked up to Julian, realising what he was talking about. There was a corpse laying in a closet. It's arm was missing and it was horribly burned. It's head was split open as well. It was Laura's body. David saw some stuff in his life, but this was awful. "..Ohh..My god.." How old was this girl? 16 maybe? He glanced at Julian and saw no emotions whatsoever. He wasn't shocked or anything. "Well... How do we get down...? Is the exit blocked with debris?"

 

[Vespertide]

She couldn't believe the both of them. Spikes growled and pushed past them. Granted, she didn't know what the situation was; it could have been that bad. But still! Explosives? Really?


His face flashed before her eyes, that smile, where he was holding a grenade. "What? It's fun to blow stuff up."


Spikes shook her head angrily, dispelling the memory.

Is the exit blocked with debris?"

"No, it's blocked by a fifteen or twenty foot gap between us and the stairway. And if that wasn't bad enough, we can't move William and David, not in their condition," she glared at David for continuing to walk around. "So we could just leave William. He doesn't look like he's going to wake up, anyway."


It bothered her, though, that Julian didn't seem to care about his girlfriend. How selfish and childish was he? So much so that when his own girlfriend died he just brushed it off as if she was a bug he had stepped on?


Just another reason this team was a bad idea.

 

[Elijahpijah123]

"How about we save him, because we could've left you for dead in the streets! It'd be nice for you to repay the favor."

 

[SkyChild]

"No, it's blocked by a fifteen or twenty foot gap between us and the stairway. And if that wasn't bad enough, we can't move William and David, not in their condition,"

"I'm fine!" He growled as he glared back at Spikes. Seriously, he wasn't a little child anymore, but admittedly, his condition was pretty bad. He gained nothing by helping others out in the past, so why did he think he'd experience something positive by doing it again? Well, he didn't. The reason they came here for is dead, and now he's badly injured, as well as almost all the other people in his "team". Seriously, his old team, the one that betrayed and robbed him in the past was definitely better. If only they hadn't been such selfish morons...

"So we could just leave William. He doesn't look like he's going to wake up, anyway."

"Really? You just want to leave him?" He asked, not really expecting an answer. "He reminds me of you, you know? You didn't look like you were going to wake up either. Remember? In the shelter?" He sighed, and couldn't resist the urge to smile over his own stupidity.

"How about we save him, because we could've left you for dead in the streets!

"Exactly! Do you expect a person like me to leave a human being behind? I'm an idiot, so i'll try to help others until the day i die. Guess it's in my genes. Since i appearently can't move, i'm stuck anyways. And you are too if you don't find another way out, so..." His voice cracked a little. He never felt this weak in his life before. Even talking was exhausting. It was unbearable. "I have a feeling that you don't like being in this "team", Spikes. Honestly, me neither, but what other things can i do? I gave up on finding my little brother a while ago, so i might as well distract myself from my depression by trying to help. It makes me feel better. It's risky, but it keeps me going. If i don't have a reason to stay alive, i might as well be dead. I don't know about you." He realised that he was starting to talk about his past, and had quite a long speech just to tell Spikes that he didn't want to leave William behind. She probably didn't care anyway. All of this was pointless. Another sigh followed. He was tired of being the guy who cheered everybody up, the guy who cared for everybody. You know what? Fine. He's done. If somebody wants to leave, he wasn't going to hold that someone back. Anybody can do whatever he or she wants; he doesn't care anymore. People are selfish, he knew that, but he just couldn't grasp it sometimes. He turned around and left the two, walking back to the room he woke up in. William looked like hell, but he was breathing. He's not leaving until he either wakes up or dies. Sure, his chest and arm ached, but he tried to shrug the pain off as best as he could.