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 Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 9:32 am
((ouh bummer >.< Well I hope all is well c: Hopefully more people will join.. but if not, oh well. We shall continue this when you can c: See you soon then Shallow~! ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 11:06 am
Shaylene Marie stood just inside the abandoned house and stared out of the window. A sheet was held in her fingers, her knuckles growing white as she tightened her grip on the fabric. As the last rays of sunlight disappeared and the sun dipped its head below the edge of the earth, she stood on her tiptoes and draped the curtain through the rod above the window. Making sure none of the glass was exposed, she turned away and checked to make sure the door was locked. A lot of good that will do if they decide to try and come in. She thought to herself, but it still gave her a little bit of safe feelings. Shaylene had come into this home only a few hours before and, after searching it from top to bottom, closing all the doors as she went, she felt it was safe enough for her and her son to stay the night. "Maaaam!" The loud pitch of her son drew her attention and she drifted over to him, reaching out her arms to his own outstretched hands, "Bah!" His little fingers curved around the hard plastic of his bottle and he shook it, showing her that it was, in fact, empty.
She scooped him up and shushed him, casting a nervous glance at the window. Sure, someone has hastily boarded it up, but there was still gaps, and that fact freaked her out.
Squatting down, Shaylene shifted Jace to her left hip and used her right hand to unzip the backpack she always carried with her. Inside was a stash of diapers and wipes, mostly clothe but some were disposable, and a plastic bag for the soiled linens. What food she had been able to find and three Pedialyte bottles. Two were now filled with water from the faucet in the kitchen, the other was half full of the juice. "I wish I had milk to give you." She told her child softly as she filled his bottle half with water, and the rest with Pedialyte.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 1:00 pm
~Tails~
~Some people have all the luck~
Tails grabbed his bow from the ground where he had dropped it earlier, it felt good to have it back in his hands even with no actual need to be carrying it, the sense of security it provided these days but him at ease, He slung it around his neck like he had seen Robin Hood do in the movies a hundred times, all the teachers he had ever had told him not to do that as it would ruin the bow or worse outright break it, he didn't care though he liked the way it looked aside from the fact it freed up his hands.. and used hers to pull himself off the ground.
"I agree but unless you have somewhere we could go im not really fond of running around at night."
He moved past her well speaking into a trailed off thought all the while trying to keep as far from the windows as possible though with the glaring sunset he didn't think anyone could really see inside anymore
The way he walked was a trait picked up from hunting and made virtually no sound even over top of some of the broken shards of glass, it gave him great pleasure at times to use it to sneak up on friends when they were still alive.. now it was just another tool used to stay alive during the night if he no choice but to go out.
Emerging into the hallway he gazed down both ways to make sure it was clear since Jesse had last been, after deciding it was safe enough to not get turned into a snack himself he made for he arrow lodged in the wall.
He wrapped both hands around its shaft just praying that the head hadn't been damaged, and gave it a resounding yank to which nothing happened "Seriously" he thought to himself looking down at the projectile, he narrowed his eyes took place again this time putting a foot up to the wall and heaved with all his strength again to no avail, it didn't even wiggle.
"Well then I guess if you want to stay here that bad you can." he sighed and left it to its victory against its master.
Coming back to the room with Jessa in it in complete and utter defeat looking to the box of noodles, his fingers ran mindlessly over the two arrows left at his waist, and his thoughts drifted to were more could be obtained, it wasn't a fun idea as the last time he had gone for some almost cost him his life at the Wal-Mart and they were only target practice heads.
He quickly made his way over to the box as he figured this was wasting time, grabbed his backpack and stuff 4 of the packages of instant noodles deep into it making sure not to show Jessa its full contents even if she seemed trust worthy one could never be to sure, and tossed the other two he had left her without looking away from what he was doing.
"Consider it a thank you for cleaning up that cut.." in a single quick motion he zipped up the flaps of the double mouthed bag slung it too over his shoulder on a single strap on the side the bow was not "There's gotta be a backdoor or fire exit we can take on the ground floor if you really want to leave without those guys below seeing."((meh.. 40 minutes to write up a post.. I guess its not that bad.. and spell check is fun.. Ok I guess im back)))
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 9:57 pm
The house she had chosen for the night was a quaint little two story building, its black front door had a picturesque wrought iron peephole window that latched shut. What once must have been a beautiful white picked fence lay crumpled in the flower garden in the front yard. The home itself was an unnoticeable ivory white, the trim a soft grey. It sat back a ways from the road, two large trees on either side of the walkway shielding the porch from view a bit. It was these features that had attracted Shaylene to it in the first place. Gathering Jace back in her arms, she cradled his 26 pound body to hers and rocked slowly from side to side. She sang to him in hushed tones, "Quietly while you were asleep, the Moon and I were talking- She asked that I always keep you- protected. She promised you her light, that you so grace-full-ly carry. You bring your light- and shine- like morning." Jace's large almond eyes began to drift, one of his hands rising to grasp the front of his mothers shirt. "And asyou so gracefully give, your light- as long as you liiive- I will always re-member this mom-ent."
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 1:23 am
Today I managed to go outside for a while. It was strange, standing out there. Otherworldly. Honestly I expected to be set upon by aliens akin to War of the Worlds or some other crazy fictional plot to pop out of the ground and break my legs off. Strange how I'm in a situation where the dead are literally walking the streets, their grotesque and necrotised forms shambling down the sidewalk as if they were still some part of society and all I can think of as I watch them stumble by is 'god, what would happen if aliens invaded now'...'wWhat if there was a sudden outbreak of flu virus'
The Thick silence that dominated the darkened apartment was split as the girl tore at the page, ripping it from the ever thinning diary with an agonised wail. She couldn't go on like this. This was hell, it had to be.
Slowly she pushed herself up from the desk, discarding the balled up and watching with a feigned interest as it rolled away to join the ever growing pile. At this rate she would run out of paper. Jodie picked up the already flimsy diary and waved it back and forth, listening to the shallow sound of paper slapping against paper. It had once been a 200 page strong pad that was used for her college notes but now it was less then 40 pages containing 'diary entries' of her day to day life.
The task had been taken up as some sort of sanity exercise but now the methodical writing seemed to create more damage. Slow washes of insanity would take over and the pages would be lined with uninterested phrases, words and at some times numbers. Each day the entries trailed from lengthy 4 page documentations of the dead's activities and what tasks she had undertaken that day to no more than a few lines, most often of which shows some semblance of an unstable break forming in the woman's personality. If she didn't find people soon she would go utterly off her rocker!
Tossing the book in the sae general direction as the paper Jodie paced back and forth, kicking at the litter that lined the apartment floor. She had long given up on tidying the place. Really, what was the point when it was only her rattling around in the pokey hole like some sort of fleshy ghost.
She stopped her frantic pacing and pulled her glasses off, wiping them on a corner of her shirt. It was more a nervously forced habit then the fact that the spectacles actually needed cleaning.
Jodie paced to the box kitchen and cranked the tap, It coughed and spluttered into life filling the skin with an ice cold, discoloured, white water. Chunks of rust flaked from the tap and floated across the bubbling surface. The gushing torrent faded to a dribble and finally stopped. Water was always sporadic, though that was to be expected in this situation.
Dunking the glasses under the water Jodie scrubbed at the lenses with her fingers, removing the accumulation of smudged dirt. Now controlled by her obsessive compulsive action Jodie withdrew the optics and placed them on one of the cleaner towels, patting them dry.
The nature of acting so normal seemed to placate the woman somewhat and placing them on her face she strode back into what was once the living room. Now it served as her bedroom. The sofa littered with blankets and pillows in an unmade heap. Picking up the discarded book Jodie fell unceremoniously onto the sofa and flicked through the pages, re-reading her older entries.
"I should start another one really....These entries are really miserable and pathetic really..." dropping the book to the floor Jodie rolled over, her face pressed into the musty material of the sofa.
The paper book landed on the floor with a soft thud, pages falling open to rest on the first entry. Scrawls of messy hand writing mar'ed the surface. Dried date marks smudging the ink out into illegible spider like fingers.
'Mum's been infected. It was horrible. She attacked my at the house. She looked demonic, crazed. this should never have happened, it should never have come to this. I couldn't stop myself. I was scared, terrified beyond belief when she first lunged at me her body jarring at sickening angles. The baseball bat was just there and it was like something had taken over my body. I moved. Moved with out c ontrol.......'
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 12:21 pm
Jace shifted once in her arms and then sighed, his entire body relaxing as he finally fell into a deep sleep. Placing his small body on top of an overturned couch cushion she had placed against the farthest wall in the living room, Shaylene waddled him quickly and set the baby bottle on the floor next to her child. 16 months. You should be using a sippy cup by now, not still on a bottle. Her thought bothered her deeply, but in a time like this she hadn't grabbed a sippy, her son had only been 13 months old when she was forced from her home, saw her husband killed. She barely remembered those times now. Had shoved them with so far into the back of her mind that even she could not open the box they were in.
Tossing a look over her shoulder, first at the door, the window, and last at her son, Shaylene entered the open doorway of the kitchen and set to work raiding the cupboards. She hadn't been expecting to find much since some of the doors had been torn off by prior raiders already. She searched anyways; Shaylene found a can opener in a drawer and two boxes of macncheese on top of the refrigerator. The female took these items and put them into her backpack before heading to the door she had closed to the basement. On the shelf just inside the stairwell sat a lone flashlight. She took then and tested it. It turned on with a click, and Shaylene smiled brightly. She descended the steps and shone the beam around the room once. Basements always frightened her. Being as quiet as she could she began to look through boxes, looking for anything that would be useful. She didn't find anything but old clothes. "Well.... might as well put on something not covered in dirt."
Shaylene cast her eyes to the ceiling, the hair on the back of her neck stood up, and she froze. Listened harder; didn't hear anything. Shrugging, she fished around in a box of pants and found a pair of skinny jeans two sizes two big. Looking some more she realized that they were the smallest she would find, and traded what she wore with them. She spotted a soft green skirt and folded it up. Looking through a box of t-shirts, she decided to just grab a handful and turned to head back upstairs. A shrill scream filled her ears and she paled.
"Jace!" Shaylene ran up the staircase and bust through the basement doorway. "Jace!" Rushing to her sons side, she dropped what was in her hands and grabbed the boy. She cupped her hand over his mouth and shuushed him, giggling slightly trying to calm him. He tossed and turned, arching his back as he sobbed. His eyes where closed tight, his breathing ragged. In the midst of his nightmare he flailed. Shaylene rocked, whispering to him soothing words, begging, almost pleading with him to be quiet.
With a few more sniffled the child began to quiet,his sobs turning to whimpers, then to nothing more than breathing. "Another bad dream." She murmured, shaking her head. They were happening more frequentally these days.
A shattering splattered across the room, glass flying as the wooden boards nailed to the window creaked.
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