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Post by lighthawk on Oct 3, 2007 23:37:13 GMT -5
They were gaining on him, Aaron could hear the footsteps coming closer. While he tried to be a modest guy most of the time, but he knew his capabilities, and he knew he was fast, as fast as anyone on the track team. And they were gaining, no matter how hard he ran, they were running harder. He reached the end of the alley with the zombies on his heels, cut right around the corner, then left, arm out to grab the street light, swinging him around sharply. His pursuers stumbled, unable to make the same sharp turn. He bolted back down the alley, seeing Dr. Norton and the girl climbing up on the dumpster, behind him, the footsteps were following again. " Hurry hurry hurry!" he shouted.
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Post by Roara on Oct 4, 2007 2:11:31 GMT -5
(Oh sh** you lost me. Where is my guy..?)
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Oct 4, 2007 3:03:48 GMT -5
((i think you're on the roof of the art building with the rest of us))
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Post by lighthawk on Oct 4, 2007 9:06:01 GMT -5
(Correct, we're about to get everybody together ontop of the art building)
Aaron reached the dumpster, climbing up quickly. " Excuse me Dr." he said, vaulting up the wall and pulling himself to the roof. He turned, reaching down, and grabbed Dr. Norton's hands, pulling her up. He turned back for Amber, the girl already had caught the roof ledge and was struggling to pull herself up. He grabbed her, and she jerked backwards with a scream. They had her leg, the zombies were on the dumpster, hands holding tight, teeth already in the flesh of her calf. Aaron tried to pull Amber up, but he couldn't budge her, not against the inhuman strength holding her. She went limp in his hands, her eyes rolling back, face slack...and then her eyes snapped back open, staring at him hungerily. She snarled, hands twisting from his grasp to reach up and grab him, teeth bared. Aaron jerk back, and her finger tips brushed his face just as she fell out of reach, clanging on top of the dumpster.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Oct 17, 2007 0:38:47 GMT -5
"Jesus, god d**n!" Dexter couldn't help but say. He pulled Alexa back from the ledge and held her face into his chest, forcing her to look away. "What the f**k now!?" Dexter asked, desperation leaking through in his tone. there's got to be a way off this roof, he thought. Surely, this place would not be safe forever...
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Post by lighthawk on Oct 17, 2007 8:22:28 GMT -5
" sh**, I don't know," Aaron replied, his voice flat with shock. " We...we need to get somewhere safer...maybe, maybe one of the dorms?"
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Post by animus on Oct 17, 2007 16:55:52 GMT -5
"Hello stranger". "Hey to you too", she said smiling. He couldn't see her, yet he always got that feeling when he heard her tone change like that over the phone. "Are we still up for tonight?", Elisa asked, still smiling. Marcus couldn't wait for the moment. It had been almost two days now that they hadn't seen each other and the wait drove him crazy. What with her classes, what with his job at the hospital, their time together was awfully short. Dr Marcus he still hadn't got used to the idea. ''ofcourse we are. the usual?", he said expectantly. "the usual. don't get lost, stranger", she said as she hung up. She knew exactly how to keep him on the edge, and he knew exactly how to intrigue her interest, even after being together for almost two years now. They "usual" was where they first met. A small, cosy indian restaurant, with nice food, little noise and that nostril-engaging scent of spice in the air. Moreoever, it was conveniently located 10 minutes from her campus on foot.
The rest of his day passed painfully slow, as usually happens when you have something to wait for. He had just stepped out of his front door when his cell rang. "Marcus...we....too much blood...dead...danger....elp!", Elisa cried out from the other end of the line as it died out.
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Post by Caelen on Oct 17, 2007 18:34:31 GMT -5
Mr. Thurmstrom paced back and forth on the top of the building, still trying to call other faculty members. He was using Dr. Norton's phone because she had more faculty in her address book. He jumped when someone actually answered. "he... hello? Dr. Cole? No, this is Mr. Thurmstrom. Yes, the student teacher. No, Dr. Norton is busy right now. I'm using her phone to get ahold of... look will quit asking so many questions? We have a problem. Something's happened at the school. It's really weird...people are attacking others with no provocation. They're completely crazy! And when the people die...they change. They come back, and they're crazy too. Yes, I know it sounds crazy. No, I won't... I... No... Alright fine! Here she is." He handed the phone over to Dr. Norton.
"What is it Bill?" Dr. Norton answered with a clear hint of irritation. She had been trying to make sure Aaron hadn't been hurt, and thankfully he didn't appear to have been. She wanted to check everyone though. "You couldn't just take the time to let Mr. Thurmstrom speak? No I won't let you try to explain yourself. You know quite well that I never loan my phone out unless it's important. Now, where are you? Your office? How about you try telling the truth Bill." She nodded as she listened to Bill's excuse. "Ah, so that's who it was. Well you two stay there, we're coming. And by we I mean those of us still alive. Lock every door except entrance C, that's where we'll come in at. Be ready to lock it as soon as we're inside. Also, don't let anyone out of the building...or in for that matter, unless they can speak." She flipped the phone shut and stood up. "Alright, looks like we're headed for Kingston Hall. It's a ways off though, so who's up for leading us through quickly and quietly?"
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Post by lighthawk on Oct 17, 2007 20:03:59 GMT -5
"...I...I know some ways there," Aaron offered, still somewhat in shock from how quickly Amber had changed, and how close she had come to dragging him down with her. He ran a critical eye over the group. " They won't be easy ways though, they're routes I used in the parkour training. They are however, off the main paths for the most part." He looked down over the edge of the building. The zombies were still there, staring up at them, jumping and clawing at the wall. Gory red streaks ran down the bricks as the creatures scratched their finger tips down against the wall, yet they didn't even seem to notice the gradual grinding away of their hands. " We're going to need a distraction to get down, or a way to sneak off unnoticed." Aaron started to walk around the building, looking for a likely way down. As he did, he noticed that the zombies followed him, picking up a few random wanderers in the process. They always kept right under him, staring up and jumping with reaching hands. Experimentially, he walked back from the edge, out of sight, and waited a bit. When he went back, they were still there, still looking up, but they were still...they were waiting. As soon as he was in sight again, the jumping began again. " I think we can get down from here easily enough," he called out. " They don't seem very smart. They seem to just wait were they are unless they see someone. I think if I lead them to one side of the building, they will just stay there waiting while we can climb down the other side."
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Post by fistandantillus on Oct 21, 2007 20:41:09 GMT -5
((Since I just jumped in I don't have much of an idea what's going on, but that's ok since my charachter's new and doesn't have much of an idea of what's going on.))
There was a clatter from the opposite end of the roof as Logan threw his make shift riot shield and heavy pipe over the edge before hauling himself over, puffing as he struggled against the heavy backpack slung across his shoulders. He glanced up, did a double take, and nearly fell off again when he saw the rest of the survivors. It took him a moment to realize that they werent zombies, mainly because he hadn't been attacked, and he pulled himself to his feet. Bending to retrieve his weapon he started towards them, hands out non threateningly.
"I thought I'd seen people up here...are you guys all ok? I just came from the shop building." He stammered.
He was a tall kid, not older than 20 with a slender, clever face and dark hair that fell to just over his brown eyes. He was slightly hunched over his bulging backpack, a tattered blue affair with straps running over his black t-shirt. In his right hand he gripped a 3' length of steel pipe and to his left he had what appeared to be a STOP sign with a handle bolted on to serve as a shield. He had a dark bloodstain on his baggy jeans running from the tears at the knees to his ductape covered sneakers.
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Post by lighthawk on Oct 21, 2007 21:19:19 GMT -5
Aaron took a moment to take in the sight of the new comer, his brain working for a proper response. Any other day, the guy would have seemed completely odd, this day, he seemed somehow normal compared to everything else. " Hey," he said. " Nice to see another normal person still around. I'm guessing the shop building isn't a good place to try for?"
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Post by fistandantillus on Oct 21, 2007 23:05:52 GMT -5
"Not any more, it isn't." He replied grimly. "This is all I was able to salvage." he continued, upending his bulging backpack and dropping various wrenches, screwdrivers, and with a clank two 32oz propane tanks. He grinned as they hit the graveled roofing. "Seemed like these would be useful. I grabbed what I could and got the hell out of there. Not much between here and there, I got attacked once but it wasn't a problem. But it's gettin pretty hairy down there, there's zeds wandering all over the place."
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Post by lighthawk on Oct 22, 2007 9:54:45 GMT -5
" We noticed," Aaron commented dryly. " We were about to make a run for it when you showed up, I was thinking we should try for one of the dorms."
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Post by Crow on Jan 25, 2008 0:49:06 GMT -5
That was when they heard some heavy metal music pulsing in the distance, as well as gunfire. When they looked over they saw a dark black truck. It was the one that belonged to the campus psyco, Ben. He was shouting curses while playing grand theft auto with a few of the zombies, that came out as chunks behind his truck as they were swallowed up by the massive tires. There was someone in the truck with him firing off a pistol.
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