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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 11:56 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 1:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 3:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 4:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 5:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 6:03 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 5:07 pm
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✗✗__ ☠☢_____Ⓔмιly___Ⓖrayѕon_____☢☠
↳ι αм α ѕυяνινσя
⌦ There was a feeling of pure panic mounting in Emily's stomach. It wasn't the normal sense of panic, either. The normal types of panic had disappeared days ago, and her body was now home to millions of new sensations and deliberate actions. She was not infected. She was not dead.
But everyone else was.
Crouched low to avoid being seen, the woman bunked on the second floor of a mechanics shop. It wasn't hers, it was much too nice to be hers. All the tools she needed were in front of her, everything to get her gears in running order again, but she found she didn't have the ability to move her arm toward them. Nothing was that wrong, of course. She had mobility, even speed, but she was frightened that the moment she opened up her shoulder case she would find herself surrounded. It was an unfounded fear. The most dangerous thing she could hear from the window was a crackling fire, a remnant of the riots still going strong on an overturned car. New Yorkers really didn't have good common sense, or none of them would be in this mess.
"Oh to hell with it!"
Emily grabbed the metal sander and gears and stuffed them into her backpack (too small, too filled already by her water bottle and jacket) and stood slowly to look out of the window. Nothing moved except the flames on the road, but she couldn't trust it. Daylight was safe because you could see, she knew that, but it was also when they could see you. She wasn't moving until she had clear view of the whole block, and smoke was making that impossible.
And then suddenly there was the sound of a helicopter, the same time as the day before, but in an entirely new area. They were sweeping for survivors, but she couldn't risk dancing about in the street with the copter over-head to show them she was here. She knew what the sound of the spinning blades brought about.
The moaning started, and Emily cursed, zipping her bag shut and getting ready to run.⌫
ι ωιℓℓ иσт ℓєт тнιѕ вє му єи∂↲
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 7:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 7:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 7:32 pm
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✗✗ ☠☢_____Ⓔмιly___Ⓖrayѕon_____☢☠
↳ι αм α ѕυяνινσя
⌦ It's a short fall, nothing to worry about...
Emily had picked her way onto the roof of the Mechanic's shop, smoke from the car fire rolling about on the street below. There were shapes weaving in and out inside the mess, hungry groans and sounds that could have passed for a language. Emily hoped it wasn't a language, that would mean these things were smart. The way that hoard took out Jose... They might just be... She was already exhausted from the fight to stay alive, she didn't need to worry about these things planning attacks.
She was trying not to be near them at all, anyway. That was why she'd chosen the roof, because the building next door had a fire escape on it's far side, and she could trapeze the roof much more easily than the smoke covered ground below. And if anything was down there, it wasn't getting her up there. She just had a short drop with a two and a half foot jump to the other roof. Nothing big, she'd done more already this week.
Emily Jumped.
She hit the gravel roof hard, and a couple handfuls of the tiny stones found their way off the roof behind her, making sounds on the garbage cans in the alleyway between the old building and the new. Shuffling sounds made their way closer to the new noise, and she had to pick herself off and move quickly, unless she wanted to lose the cover she'd accidentally given herself. With her backpack on her shoulders she had her hands free, except for the winding bar she'd been carrying since the whole thing began. She had Jose's gun, now, but she didn't want to waste bullets or draw things toward her with sound. She didn't have a silencer.
Other than the obvious fatigue she looked like she always did. T-shirt, jeans, work boots (Though they were grimy compared to the first day) She'd been lucky enough to keep finding running tap water, and a bottle of iodine to make sure it was safe to drink. But the iodine had run out, and she was on her last re-fill. She had to keep moving. The Copter always circled around, and she figured as long as there was a copter there was a chance of ground squads. What she wouldn't give to find one.
Emily took the ladder down from the roof, keeping her eyes on the ground, and snuck out from the wide alley with her winding rod held in her hands like a baseball bat. She'd learned that she had a pretty mean swing. should have taken up baseball. ⌫
ι ωιℓℓ иσт ℓєт тнιѕ вє му єи∂↲
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 7:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 8:15 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 8:20 pm
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✗✗__ ☠☢_____Ⓔмιly___Ⓖrayѕon_____☢☠
↳ι αм α ѕυяνινσя
⌦ Emily pressed herself up against a wall, a shop-front on the street, and tried to catch her breath. The only things she'd encountered since losing Jose were slow, lumbering, and few enough that she could manage them alone. Now with the appearance of a new horde, the one she'd just slipped past unnoticed, she renewed her prayers to find a ground crew to get her the Hell out of Dodge.
And then a Mother-F**king Zombie imploded fifteen feet away from her.
"Jesus Christ!" Emily raised her weapon into a defensive posture, despite the fact that she had no idea, at the moment, what had caused the thing to implode and fall down dead. She couldn't see the rooftops well enough, nor was she wasting any time trying to play hide-and-seek with Mr.Mission from God or whoever had deemed her worthy of their (Very effective) ammunition. "Right... Moving on..."
She made an awkward wave in the air, figuring some sort of thank you or acknowledgement was in order, and made her next run. Flying down the now empty street toward the bank on the corner. From there she'd be able to see down the next three blocks, especially if their fire-escape was operational, and that was exactly the sort of vantage she needed. Emily crossed the street without an issue, but there wasn't much in the way of a ladder to get up to the escape like she'd hoped. And even if she used the next building over, it was too much of a jump to reach the bank and gain the height she needed.
She rubbed her left arm, where metal met flesh, and tried to rationalize a way up to the metal walkway. ⌫
ι ωιℓℓ иσт ℓєт тнιѕ вє му єи∂↲
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 8:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 8:49 pm
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