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Here we go again...; Part 2 of the Zero hour story
Topic Started: Apr 28 2009, 10:47 PM (2,587 Views)
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Arianna waited until Dog reappeared. She watched as he wagged his tail and his pink tongue lolled out. She leaned over and planted a kiss on his soft head. "Good boy!" She turned to the other two. "It's safe on the first floor at least. I wasn't going to have him check every floor. We can make a base and then scope out the rest of the prison. That is, unless you want to scout it out right away." She looked questioningly at the men. She assumed they would figure it out once they went inside and so she turned and entered confidently. The aisle was dark and she felt it compress her senses. She took a few steps in cautiously. She looked back once more, and then stepped into the gloom further. Her eyes flashed in fright for a moment, and was gone the next. She flicked on her flashlight and watched as dog proceeded ahead, snuffling the ground anxiously.

(Dog)


Dog trotted in front of his Master confidently. He would never steer her wrong. He knew what lied ahead, and would warn her of any coming danger. His eyes lit up with anger as he realized he would have to help those others his Master befriended. Perhaps his warning come come a little late...He snorted and shook his head. He wouldn't do that to Master.
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She gets to the door. She was on the second floor at this time and the stair well would bring her down to the first at the common area. Near the common area she figures she could find the kitchen as they tend to double the gathering spot as the cafeteria, auditorium and even gym. Some belligerent oaf has decided upon calling it the "gymacafetorium" which sounded far too ridiculous in her mind. It would often make her roll her eyes and attempt to punch out someone's lights for such retardation. Though, that never actually ended well.

A quiet click resounding from behind tells Catherine that the door had closed and automatically locked itself. It was a fairly reassuring thing in her mind, but not she had to worry about others being around of a more... lifeless nature. Her breathing sounds heavy to her as she strains to pick out any noises. She has trouble discerning if she heard footsteps others than her own. Perhaps there were others about, though she had little idea.

She trips, falling down the stairs the rest of the way. Which turned out to be rather nasty as she had descended half the flight in a tumbling manner. Grunting, Cat pulls herself up, that was just too much. She closes her eyes tight and tests her footing, something felt wrong. As she puts pressure to her off-foot, she winces in pain letting a small yelp escape her lips. She had sprained her ankle, but she would be able to ignore it soon enough. She was quite used to these things happening to her.

Her eyes scan the room, every door was closed tight. It was slightly comforting to her as the lights were still on in here, despite flickering as if the electricity had been tampered with. She furrows her brow, looking at the mass of tables in front of her and then to the opening that would likely be her source of food. Her lips part into a ravenous grin as she sets off towards her destination with a gait. She gets to the door and slides the key once more. The light flashed red still.

Gritting her teeth she takes the butt of her gun and slams it on the locking system, shifting it out of place. Her right hand now hurt significantly more, but she had succeeded in getting it to unlock. Almost uncaring, she pushes the door open a bit delighted with herself. A giggling escapes her lips as she finds what she was looking for: the employee's fridge, where the rather tasteless gruel would be absent. Her eyes widen on something that seemed almost too good to be true. A rather large tupperware container was filled to the top with ramen noodles with browned up beef and mixed vegetables. It had always been her favorite meal.

She pulls it out and immediately tears off the lid, shoveling as much as she could into her mouth with her bare hands. It had been so very long since she had real food. Though, her hand falters in its near food-crazed path. She turns around to see something she feared so much. It was the warden. Catherine lets out a scream of surprise and drops the bowl, fumbling with her pistol. Her finger slips, but it seemed to be enough as it blew through the dead fellows forehead. She stares wildly at the body before her. Blood was around its mouth and the bodies of the cooks were littering the floor. She had managed to get a good deal in her stomach already, but her nausea at the situation was about ready to make her lose not only her appetite but her meal... Quietly she picks up her bowl and leaves the room, closing the door behind her tightly. She hoped nothing else would come as she paces over to a door which was mostly safety glass.

Her gaze shifts through the clear wall as she slumps against the door. The woman wanted to die and get it over with right now. It seemed unlikely that she would survive long on her own here. That was when she saw the flashlights though.
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Craig was remarkably calm considering he was in a prison, in a zombie pandemic and the lights were off. It was the rain, definitely the rain he decided. Back in Scotland he used to love walking home in the rain, his hair and clothes soaked through, but he'd still hold his head up to the heavens in defiance and joy, while others around him bowed their heads to the onslaught. It had to be the only thing keeping him sane and in control at this moment in time, he was sure he couldn't have gone this long without finding more survivors. Sure he'd shot two, and two had died in the crash, and he hadn't felt the need to feel bad about that, even now as he looked back he couldn't feel bad about what he'd done and what had happened. This he decided was down to his view that death was an unavoidable fact of life and should be expected just like passing of the seasons and rising of the sun, although that theory had went flying out the window at Mach 10 when the dead started getting back up.

His train of thought was broken by a lone gunshot from inside the building. His body tensed and his pistol was levelled before he could even think. He'd hoped that the place was empty, that when outbreak hit all the guards and prisoners had went to see their friends and families, or do whatever it is that they had done to wind up in this place. He surged his body forward, closer to where the sound had come from. His way was immediately blocked by a security gate, but beyond it he could see light coming through a set of double doors.
A mess hall maybe? I'd wager if there was anyone here they'd be in there.

Craig had encountered tougher gates before and just as he was going to blow the lock he noticed something. The power was out in this area, he should have realised it earlier, the lights were off, true the lights and security were on separate rings, but the emergency lights weren't on out here, so this sector was disconnected somehow, maybe a compassionate guard or engineer had done it to at least give the prisoners a fighting chance. He reached out and took hold of the gate, opening it without sound.

He looked back to his companions and shone a light on his face, then motioned for them to be silent before stepping through into the main prison.
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Jordan walked slowly with the shotgun held at the ready,he let Craig take point while he followed and the girl and dog were behind him,it was dark,no lights were on,not even a flicker of light,so it was most likely the power was out,and the place was disturbingly quiet,no sound of prisoners coming from inside and no sound of the zombies either,but even though it was OK now they didn't know what could be deeper inside the prison,even though it was dangerous in a confined building Jordan would be happier seeing a slow moving zombie rather than some escaped mass murderer. Jordan shivered a little,he felt slightly cold but only because he was out of the rain,which he found a little strange,but he just ignored it,they continued on until there was a noise that caused them to stop
Great,serial killer or zombie,take your pick!

Craig continued on to a set of gates that seemed to be locked,Jordan just looked round with the shotgun still at the ready,apart from a gunshot he didn't really know any other way of getting the gates open so he was going to let Craig deal with it,which he eventually did,he opened the gate slowly and signalled to Jordan and the girl to be silent
Great,he we go Jordan thought as he quietly made his way forward
Edited by Jordan454, Sep 30 2009, 11:32 PM.
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Arianna followed silently. She kept an eye open for possible side ambushes from the different hallways. She pulled out her gun and shut her flashlight off. If any convicts were running around, it would be best if they only saw two flashlights, that way if something happened she could sneak attack. Her eyes started to adjust and she continued forward, following the two men. The reached a large room she assumed was the cafeteria. A gate blocked off a section, but Craig managed to get it open quietly. Beside her Dog woofed quietly and ran ahead into the gloom. Arianna trusted him, so she didn't try to stop him. The prison seemed to be filled with opportunities for skirmishes, and possible downfalls of the three humans. She realized this but continued to press forward.

(Dog)
Dog took one whiff of the new area and curled his face into a snarl. As soon as the door opened he pushed ahead of the two in the lead and made his way in. He could smell rotten flesh, but not just that. He smelled human. He would be the first to find out if the human still lived. Dog surged forward, his hackles raised. He growled as he approached a figure on the floor. he would attempt to hold it there until the others came.
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Catherine watches the lights come closer and closer. There footsteps echoed down the hall and she frowns as one of the lights go out. Why would they do that? One light less did not mean anything to these zombies... Yet, even as that thought went through her head she figured out why the other person had shut off their guiding luminance. Did they think that any real serious offenders would be able to escape? She herself had barely been able to escape and that was by sheer luck. It would have been doubly hard for anyone of more harsh crimes to escape. A tremor runs down her spines. There were two bad outcomes to this. One... They think I am a zombie and shoot me. Two... They think I am a serial killer slasher psycho and shoot me. She knew any prison guards still alive would shoot on sight, yet were they those types?

Her eyes watches a door across from her open slowly and the others filing in. Her eyes widen at the larger guns they seemed to be toting that she catches glimpses of as the lights swipe over them for brief moments. She holds her breath and holds still, hoping the shadows were hiding her well enough. Her eyes fall to something scampering her way, however. A dog of sorts she figures, though she was never fond of these creatures. They always meant trouble to her since she had many run ins with cops... and their drug-tracking mutts. She wants to spit out her anger, yet the beast was sniffing her out. Any movements would likely mean she would be attacked... Which also meant whatever was getting these people and making them zombies could also get her.

Catherine sits up fully, trying to keep off her hurt leg as the dog approaches ever nearer. It seemed a bit menacing as it growled viciously at her, yet after seeing those abominations of nature she could not care any less. Her eyes fix on the mutt and she raises a hand to it, "You get you filthy, flea-bitten brute. I have enough to deal with without you bothering me." Cat kicks out at the dog, trying to scare it away, yet her leg falls a bit short and she winces as she remembers that was the leg she had banged up quite a bit on her 'fierce' encounter with the 'demented' staircase. Whimpering to herself, she draws her legs in and rests her head on her knees. It was hopeless, if their mange-ridden pet was treating her like garbage than undoubtedly the people would not be any better.
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Craig turned and levelled his gun so he was staring into the darkness, slightly illuminated by the glow of flashlights. He watched as the dog, aptly named Dog, ran past him and into the compound.
Bloody dog is gonna get us killed.

He quickly followed the animal as it scuttled loudly over the remarkably clean and polished floor of the prison. Before he knew it the dog was through a set of doors that led to what he assumed was a mess hall, the lights were on in the room.
Could be emergency lights, or maybe the power is still on... That'll be the day.

He heard Dog growling at something inside and his combat instinct lead him straight down the 'Shock and awe' path. He kicked open the double doors, making sure to hit the doors right where they meet so that both would fly open at the same time, his vision locked onto Dog as his foot came down, and then on the girl it was growling at as he moved into the room and levelled his pistol. His instinct found a clear shot to her head before he even had time to think, the only thing stopping him from pulling the trigger was the safety. He'd learned to keep it on when initially breaching a room after one fateful encounter that led him to shot his instructor in the leg.

He approached the girl slowly, she looked more miffed than frightened, she didn't look much of a fan of dog either. He clicked the safety off and kept his pistol aimed at the girl, he wasn't going to take chances in here. Even if she was young and small, she had to be in here for a reason and he didn't think it was by option or for a minor offence.

"Are you bitten?"
He said, his voice raised slightly above normal.
"Have, you , been, bitten?"
He asked again, this time more force-ably.
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Jordan followed on behind Craig as he went after the dog ,his pace was slow and he held the shotgun tight and at the ready,it was still very dark so the only thing altering them to approaching zombies would be they're disturbing groans,serial killers who had avoided being killed however might be a bigger problem,one way or another it still made this place practically as dangerous than the zombie infested streets outside
Jordan heard a noise that sounded like a gunshot and judging by Craig's rather quick run in the direction of the sound,it seems that's what it was and they now had to go take a look
OK then chance of a survivor that aint bad,although they hiv a gun and if its a prisoner that might no be a good thing

Jordan quickly went after Craig still looking about for the zombies,he caught up with Craig fairly quickly just he kicked open a door he had his gun raised and by the sound of it he was speaking to someone. Jordan moved forward and waited at the door for the girl to catch up
Craig can deal wae who ever the survivor is,hopefully nae serial killer,but its his problem anyway al jus guard the door
Jordan smiled as he lent against the wall
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Arianna hurried in after Craig and Jordan, her eyes scanning the room. She could hear Dog growling his silly head off and found the group surrounding a girl, injured by the look of it. She snapped her fingers at Dog and he hurried over to her side. She patted him on the head and gave a calculating look at the girl. She then looked at jordan who seemed at ease leaving the prisoner to Craig. She shrugged and watched making sure that Dog stayed out of the way. He was anxious to make sure it was safe.

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Dog avoided the kick the girl had sent at him easily. He growled deeper as Craig approached, determined not to let him have the credit. His master soon approached, but he didn't want to leave the possible threat of her being a zombie open. He kept a wary eye on her and sat on his haunches, his face still in a snarl.
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The dog had managed to jump out of the way of her foot. She wrinkles her nose as she hisses out scathingly, "Filthy mutt." However, soon after her voice called out, the people were joining the dog. Another guy was off a little ways, keeping look-out perhaps, but the one that loomed above her was rather bulky and from down so low, menacing. She swallows the lump as he asks her if she had been bitten. A shudder as she stammers out, "N-no. They tr-tried, but I.. I, umm, I shot them." Her hand, shaking violently lifts her handgun non-threateningly. A woman had joined the guy by now. Apparently, she was the dogs real owner. Great... A dog girl...

With a look of pure disgust directed at the mange-ridden, flea-bitten mongrel, she begins trying to push herself up the wall again, eyes watering as she puts weight on her leg. She would live through it, nothing was broken, yet is still hurt like hell. A soft grunt and she finds herself upright, still having to look up in the face of the guy with the Scottish brogue. She hated people being taller than her, but that was a pretty common thing in her life. The anger just meant that Catherine was more determined to outdo them in most scenarios, after all, the shorter the girl, the shorter the fuse and thus, the harder her punch. Her mother had been violent in the past. She had once beaten down a group of five well-muscled men. The key was that large fellows were not used to being hit so hard because everyone backed down. She faced the fact everyday, her mom had been a firecracker ready to go off at any second. It was probably why Catherine had finally decided to run off.

With a slight whine to her wavering voice she asks, "You ain't gonna put me back in that cell, right? I don't want to go back... It's totally fucked up back there..." For the first time in awhile, she realized she had fear. Not for the dark or the other inmates. No, for those things that should be dead but are walking around consuming what had been their own kind. It was alike a bad Hannibal Lecter movie in the wards where people had been free-roaming. She had caught a glimpse through a security door on her way through, where the inmates had free roam between their cells. A single guard had bitten one, probably and now... not a single one was normal. It had been enough to make her stomach turn at the time.
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