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It's been over five years since the dead began to rise, and an overwhelming force of demonic enemies are running rampant in the streets. The population of undead are growing and constantly on the move, but can humanity survive such a deadly plague? Or is it already too late?
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The only people to very call Adel incredibly intelligent had been teachers, his parents and once some ACT administrators. If they could only see him now they'd probably take back most of their praise. For a long time Adel had done little but wander, his backpack full of everything he needed. Sadly those supplies inevitably ran out and he was forced to enter the shopping mall. No, forced is too strong of a word. He chose to go to the shopping mall because he would rather face hordes on hordes of zombies rather than deal with anything with a consciousness.
Adel had a strong aversion to physical conflict, but his tactic of flight over fight seemed to be turning on him. His backpack was full and it evened out the advantage his long legs gave him when running. "I really need to get some more upper body strength," he breathed to himself, trying to find a shop with locks that weren't broken. This task was not unlike trying to find cigarettes in a baby supply store. If only they were outside, where he could just book it and pull himself into tree until the creatures left, instead of in this stained and cluttered deathtrap of corners and dead ends.
"Shit," the Vampyre breathed as he reached the end of the path. He looked over the edge, and immediately whimpered and pulled back as his acrophobia gave him a friendly proverbial bitchslap. God, why did he have to be afraid of heights? Why did he have to be stupid enough to get cornered by a swarm of Lesser? Furthermore, why did he hear a voice on the other side of the wall of walking corpses?
Last Edit: Apr 10, 2014 23:53:24 GMT -4 by Deleted
Post by Tristan Winters on Apr 11, 2014 0:30:50 GMT -4
Tristan had been given the task of scavenging for supplies, which wasn't too much of a difficult task, nor was it uncommon. There were only a few of them, which meant one person could be responsible for finding supplies for the rest. A small group, but it was the only family Tristan had. Mai kept him grounded in that mentor kind of way. He could have easily resented her for what she did to him, but he knew she saved his life that night. It had been at a cost though. He would never go a day without feeling hungry... no matter how much food he really ate. It was a hunger that could never be sated.
Deciding that he was capable of handling himself against a couple of lessers, he made his way to the mall. It was usually infested, but something seemed to have drawn them away from the entrance. He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth and he decided not to question it. He moved into the mall and went to the fourth floor. It wasn't until he glanced down the long walkway that he saw a moving figure. He dashed to the side so that he could get out of view. If it was someone dangerous, he didn't want to be in their path, and he preferred to go unnoticed in those instances.
The stranger came closer and was eventually in front of him, and it was in that moment that he sensed the familiarity he shared with the man. Mitzi, a vampyre he had met in Abital, told him all Vampyres felt it. It was a strange connection they all shared with one another. It allowed them to know when they were in each other's presence. Tristan also noticed that the young man was in distress. He heard groans and knew he was being pursued.
"Hey! Kid!" he hissed, motioning for the guy to follow him. Chances are, the lessers would follow him, but that's why he had to get moving immediately.
Adel stared at the advancing group of lessers and unsheathed one of the katanas that was pinned between his back and the pack. It wasn't incredibly difficult to down the ones who were closest to him, but it felt so futile. If he could just get out of this corner, he'd be free to run. Of course if he weren't paralyzed by heights it'd be even easier to climb over the railings to the floor below. For a moment it seemed hopeless, like he was going to meet a pathetic and anti-climatic death in a stupid infected shopping mall.
Then, he heard the noise again, distinctly spoken words. He dared to look past the swarm and saw another man, a Vampyre like himself. He saw the other gesture for him to come over, but Adel couldn't find an easy opening to get past the group that almost had him completely blocked in. After an excruciatingly long 3 seconds, he found a corner where he could shove through a handful of the mindless creatures and get to the other Vampyre.
Quickly Adel ran to the other male, looking obviously shaken. He glanced at the crowd of lessers, who were shuffling to follow him and the new potential dinner item in their sights.
"I don't know about you," he said quietly to the other male. "but I'm going to run now." Without another word, Adel turned and took off, not caring where he ended up as long as he wasn't in immediate danger of dying.
Post by Tristan Winters on Apr 11, 2014 17:12:08 GMT -4
Tristan watched anxiously as the other Vampyre struggled to get to him. Tristan was about to leap out and help him, but he disposed of a few lessers to clear a path to him. "Come on!" he urged, glancing down the walkway to see at least a few dozen coming for their direction. Some were sprinting, telling him that they were freshly turned. Most were slow and struggled to move forward. An optimist would have said that seeing so few fresh lessers was a good sign. Tristan just took it as there weren't as many people left in the world to make fresh ones.
The other male made his way to Tristan and he bolted quickly after it. Tristan didn't disagree so he quickly turned on his heel and followed after the male. They took multiple twists and turns, and only the few fresh zombies were behind them. That's when Tristan made the decisive stop and turned to face them, his tire iron held tightly in his hand. It was only a few, and he was confident that he could handle them.
The things didn't slow down at seeing Tristan's confronting position. They didn't care about stuff like that. There was no way to intimidate the mindless creatures. The first one came flying forward and Tristan slammed his tire iron on its head. It went a little to the side and the zombie only stumbled to the side instead of going down. Tristan quickly followed it and gave it a finishing blow before another zombie collided with him and sent them both to the ground.
Adel was breathing heavily in minutes, sliding like crazy as they made tight turns and ran through a confusing labyrinth of hallways. He felt his heart pounding painfully with every rough step. He only slowed for a moment to look at one of the dusty, faded maps to try and figure out which direction the closest exit was. When his eyes found it, close enough that a quick sprint would get them out and into the moderately safer great outdoors. Parked conveniently on the highway was his reliable old car, owned for 7 years and still chugging along. If he could just get there he could get out of this death pit and never look back.
His steps faltered as he realized the other Vampyre had turned around and begun fighting the faster zombies that were keeping up with them. Adel froze for a moment and stared, not sure what he should do. The other man seemed to be holding his own at first, but the moment he ended up with one of the lessers on him Adel's legs seemed to move of their own accord and he found himself propelled forward. His shoulder hit against the zombie's ribs and let out a crack of impact, and both of them rolled over. With a terrifying scramble, he pulled his katana up and slammed the blade down against the mindless creature's head to finish it off. He sat up and started pulling up on the handle, trying to free the weapon and having a difficult time of it.
"You stupid or suicidal, mahn?" Adel asked in a panicky manner, finally freeing his katana and cleaning the dark blood off onto the dead zombie's shirt. "Ya stand here an' fight, they'll catch up and ya and ya die. You gotta way outta this joint?"
Post by Tristan Winters on Apr 14, 2014 12:36:47 GMT -4
Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to decide to face the enemy head on. There were times Tristan could be so headstrong that it was a wonder how he was still alive. In fact, he shouldn't have been alive at this point. He was breathing his last human breaths months ago, certain that he was going to see hell, but he was given another chance. Burdened with the constant hunger that came along with a second chance, Tristan took the opportunity gratefully. And he knew there was more he could do to combat this evil. But perhaps facing a couple lessers when he was ill prepared wasn't exactly the best plan.
He'd been knocked over and he was struggling to keep the thing's jaw from clamping around his neck. His enhanced strength worked to his advantage for keeping the monster at bay. The lesser was knocked from him when another body collided with it and Tristan scrambled to his feet in an instant. He watched as the other man finished the thing off. "Maybe a bit of both," he answered sheepishly.
He nodded at the man's query. "Yeah, follow me." With that, he decided he wasn't going to face the rest of the horde that was struggling to keep up with them. They got rid of the fast ones which was probably a good call. They didn't have to sprint until they couldn't breathe anymore.
A few more twists and turns and Tristan led them to an unoccupied emergency exit. They had moved far away enough from the horde that making this final turn would throw them off their trail. Tristan leaned against the door and tried to listen. It was surprisingly quiet on the other side.
Adel took a moment to put his katana back it's sheathe before he began following the other Vampyre. He had the feeling that hanging out with this kid would get him killed, or almost killed. The part of him that still sought out adrenaline rushes had no problems with the thrills, and the logical part of him was rather irritated by the fact. Adel rolled his eyes at the abashed answer to his rather rhetorical inquiry. He glanced back at the undead horde on their trail, taking note that the remaining number, though large, was certainly more slow that his easiest jog. This knowledge made him slightly less anxious as he trusted the other male and followed him to, hopefully, an exit.
Once they reached the emergency door, Adel pressed himself against the wall, trying to control and quiet his heavy wheezing. Even though they'd slowed their pace, his smoker lungs weren't able to recuperate fully. He dropped his head back against the wall as well, slowly calming his breathing to the point of being able to talk comfortably. "Hey, what's ya name by the way?" he asked quietly, pushing himself off the wall and moving to the door. "Ah'm...well, ya can call me Reaper. Prefer it if ya did, actually." He gave a brief and quiet laugh, then waited for the man to respond to him.
Post by Tristan Winters on Apr 14, 2014 23:33:54 GMT -4
Tristan had his eyes closed as he tried to slow his heart rate. The jogging hadn't been the problem. It was more so the very close encounter he had just walked away from. Being close to death was traumatic. He had even felt death's cold, ruthless grasp on his heart. He didn't want to have that feeling ever again. Yet he was quick to put himself in danger. He was quick to approach things with a devil may care attitude. That phrase had a lot more meaning now, too.
The one beside him asked his name, while giving his own alias. "Tristan," he told him simply. He wondered about the guy's nickname. "Reaper, huh? So... what did you do to get that name?" Reaper didn't necessarily have good connotations. And Tristan was well aware of the fact that there were few that could be trusted. So he suddenly felt uneasy, but he kept up appearances. The guy did save his life. He could have kept running, but he turned around to help him. Tristan felt that had to count for something. And maybe the nickname was to keep others from thinking they could take advantage of him. It was a good idea, too. If you came across as a menacing killer, people were less likely to cross you.