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Post by Admin on May 7, 2012 19:36:11 GMT -5
The rattling awakens you from your slumber. You are resting comfortably on a bed. The sheets are clean and soft. You might almost believe that there was no danger, save for the incessant shuddering of the closet door in the corner of the room. Someone - or something - is trying to escape.
You take in your surroundings quickly: the lamp turned low resting on the table; the centrefolds adorning the walls. This is someone else’s bedroom. Most certainly not your own.
You see the handgun resting on the bedside table - a Browning HiPower, your pistol of choice. Resting beside it is a card that has been stamped with what looks like an excerpt from someone’s journal. It reads:
“My entire body feels burning and itchy at night. When I was scratching the swelling on my arm, a lump of rotten flesh dropped off. What the hell is happening to me?”
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Post by evios on May 7, 2012 23:12:18 GMT -5
The journal sure looked like it had seen better days but that was the least of Claire's worries when she hear the rattling from the closet again. Ironically enough, if it was a zombie she still didn't want to get bitten, even if she was already infected. She grabbed the handgun, but on the off chance it wasn't a zombie it wouldn't make good of blasting holes into a locked piece of furniture. Positive thinking was harder now than it has ever been.
Making her choice, Claire flicked the latch open and jumped back and a zombie lunged out. The miserable creature collapsed on the floor and slowly was getting up. Without any more hesitation a bullet was put through the head of the zombie. For an instant Claire berated herself for not checking the gun if it had a clip in it or not before releasing the zombie.
No matter what, she'll never get use to that stench. Still she searched the room that might have something important hidden in the drawers or in the closet. No such luck. Why was there a zombie locked in the closet anyway? A better question would be where was she in the first place?
Claire left the room she had woken up in, there was no point in waiting around for someone that may never come. Who would she wait for anyway? Her brother was long gone, and she had no means to contact Cayden.
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Post by Admin on May 18, 2012 16:12:57 GMT -5
(OOC: Twinned with Cayden's post.)
As you step over the threshold into the corridor beyond, you hear a hiss from above you. Nozzles attached to the ceiling pour a peculiar green mist down over your head. You realise that it bears a striking resemblance to the anti-BOW gas you encountered in the Antarctic facility so many years ago.
It seeps into your lungs before you are able to prevent it from taking hold, yet you feel no immediate negative effect. Perhaps the true test will be in using your powers. After this, you may not even be able to manage a simple spark.
You hear the sound of a door unlocking from nearby, a voice speaking in a slow, steady tone that you know only too well. But by the time you strain to listen, it has already fallen silent.
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Post by evios on May 18, 2012 18:25:08 GMT -5
Claire was passing by the staircase down to the first floor when a gas cloud filled her immediate location with a hissing sound, when she gasped in surprise she inhaled the smoke deeply. Though, despite the coughing fit being startled had caused her, she didn't feel any different than usual.
The speakers had kicked on from a distance and though Claire could not make out what the words were, the tone of voice was familiar. A voice that she thought she had escaped. It was just enough to make her blood run cold and all the memories.
That voice made her lose Chris, made her lose Leon. It was all his fault! Claire gripped the banister and put a hand to her eyes. Was she being punished for not being strong enough to keep her brother and husband safe? She took a few steps forward in order to push on but she didn't know if she could. She slipped down against the wall and sat on the floor. Even if she still had a fighting spirit to continue going, where would she go? She didn't know her way around this place, and there was nothing waiting for on the outside.
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