Sorry for disappearing for a short period, guys! I'm gonna work on a post tonight and write the beginning of Ash's Rose experience and then probably show how my characters are doing. Maybe even have my own meet up...?
I really don't mind either way. Forcibly meeting up almost at once or slowly meeting everyone, either is cool with me.
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I am! I've been busy as of late but am trying to get on more. Hoping this catches more interest.
This isn't dying already, is it? .-.
Darn, was hoping this would catch a bit more interest.
*whispers* not again.
Madison jumped and let out a slight gasp at the cry that pierced the air, shaking the young woman to her bones. It was frightening, the type of scream that meant something bad had happened. Or someone got a really bad scare. Which was still bad. She covered her heart with her hand, taking a deep breath to try and calm the racing thing. She hoped no one had gotten seriously hurt. The thought was frightening and sort of froze her to the spot on the ground, staring up at Isak with wide eyes. She couldn't just sit there and not go towards the sound; after all, someone could be hurt and she wanted to help. She wasn't the type to just sit around and let someone suffer or not help someone in need. It just wasn't her to do that.
She managed to get to her feet, her dress about to get on her last nerves. The thing was just a bother, heavy and in her way. With a slight huff, she heaved it up and slowly began to follow Isak. She was slower, considering she was dealing with a big, red dress, and so it was taking a bit of time for her to step over some of the undergrowth and not get snagged on it. And the undergrowth did hurt a bit, on her bare feet. Maybe she should have kept the heels. She could have broken the heels off but they would have still been uncomfortable. She ignored the little pokes at her feet and how her body just wanted to sit down, how her throat was begging for water. She marched on and made it through the undergrowth, breaking through just as Isak was trying to grab Charlie's attention.
She recognized the man. She remembered his name being Charlie Rosenburg but besides that, she didn't know much else. She was still fairly new to the crew and thus, she didn't know very many crew members, or know any of them well, at the very least. She waved to Charlie but didn't say anything; after all, Isak had said enough. She had nothing to add and she really didn't want to speak too much. It felt like sandpaper every time she did and that was not an enjoyable feeling, at all.
She managed to get to her feet, her dress about to get on her last nerves. The thing was just a bother, heavy and in her way. With a slight huff, she heaved it up and slowly began to follow Isak. She was slower, considering she was dealing with a big, red dress, and so it was taking a bit of time for her to step over some of the undergrowth and not get snagged on it. And the undergrowth did hurt a bit, on her bare feet. Maybe she should have kept the heels. She could have broken the heels off but they would have still been uncomfortable. She ignored the little pokes at her feet and how her body just wanted to sit down, how her throat was begging for water. She marched on and made it through the undergrowth, breaking through just as Isak was trying to grab Charlie's attention.
She recognized the man. She remembered his name being Charlie Rosenburg but besides that, she didn't know much else. She was still fairly new to the crew and thus, she didn't know very many crew members, or know any of them well, at the very least. She waved to Charlie but didn't say anything; after all, Isak had said enough. She had nothing to add and she really didn't want to speak too much. It felt like sandpaper every time she did and that was not an enjoyable feeling, at all.
Yes, yes, even with that.
Free bump because I'm impatient and want this to take off.
Free bump because I'm impatient and want this to take off.
Your post was a joy to read, Dioxide! Really enjoyed it.
I'll probably post another intro for Ash, considering my characters didn't know one another. So I'll get to that whenever :3
I'll probably post another intro for Ash, considering my characters didn't know one another. So I'll get to that whenever :3
(Hope this is okay. If I need to change anything, I will~)
Joanna Matthews let out an impatient sigh as she smashed her thumb down on the 'End Call' button of her smart phone. Stupid phone and man. He wasn't answering his phone and it was worrying the hell out of her. He was supposed to be home by now. Maybe she was overreacting. That was a possibility. But since that strange infection started spreading and the news started to report it... it just worried her when he didn't get home at the usual time, especially with this supposed disease going around. She sat down at the breakfast bar in their tiny apartment, holding the phone between her hands as her leg bounced up and down. Traffic was probably bad, right? This was Dallas and it was the typical time for a lot of people to get off work. And a lot of them were probably heading home because of what was happening. She tried to reason with herself as she set her phone down. She didn't need to panic. There was no reason at all too. She was just overreacting. He was okay. He had to be. She got up, making herself a glass of sweet tea, and taking a sip. The taste of the drink didn't help her nerves.
Right as she was reaching for her phone to try and call him again, there was a loud bang on the door. It made her gasp and jump at once, sweat tea sloshing over the edge of the glass and getting on her hands. "Damnit," she muttered to herself, setting the glass down and shaking the wetness off her hand. That would become sticky and she hated that feeling. Another bang that made her jump and she frowned, walking over to the door. She peered through the peep hole and gasped, eyes widening. Was that...? No. She ripped the chain off, having some difficult since her fingers were shaky, and undid the deadbolt. She threw the door open, heart fixing itself in her throat and pounding loudly. "Dalton?" she said as said man stumbled forward, falling into her arms. "Oh my God, Dalton! What's wrong?!" Joanna asked frantically, trying to support his weight as she slipped her arms under his.
She heard muffled groaning and incoherent words against her shoulder and she fell to her knees, not being able to support Dalton's weight for much longer. Her stomach did a twist when she felt something round against her hand, where it laid on his back. "Hey!" she said, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him back to look at him proper. He swayed backwards, head lolling back, and Joanna let out a choked noise of surprise and fear at how her fiancé looked. His face was red, sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead from how heavily sweating he was. He looked to be in pain and almost angry but that wasn't what caught Joanna's attention. There was a giant, red bump on the side of his neck, practically pulsing. A boil, she realized in horror. There were more, under his clothing; they were huge, frighteningly so, and another was forming on his cheek.
Out of fear and confusion, she let him go and scrambled back, her breath coming out fast. What was wrong with him? What were those boils on his body? They were so frightening to look at, so horrifying. They looked ready to burst and that scared her a lot. She felt her back run into the side of the breakfast bar and shakily, she reached up and gripped the edge, pulling herself up. "Da-Dalton?" she uttered, not exactly sure what to do. Fear was making it hard to think and her vision became blurry, as she thought about the news reports about some disease going around. They weren't giving much away about it, only saying to stay indoors. It had to be bad. Could Dalton have that? The thought sent her into a whirlwind of worry and fear and sadness.
"Joey," Dalton gritted out, body shaking as he fell forward onto his hands. "What's... happ- hurts." he gasped, back arching and Joanna could make out a few, fist-sized boils growing in size on his back through his t-shirt.
It was one of the most scariest and disgusting things she had ever seen. Even worse when she had seen her daddy break her momma's arm, heard the crack of bone and the sob of woman. But hearing Dalton's voice, in so much pain and helplessness. It propelled her forward. She pushed away from the breakfast bar and fell before Dalton, grabbing at his shoulders. "Hey, hey, you're gonna be all right! Let's get ya to the hospital, get ya help-"
"No!" Dalton snapped out, right hand reaching up to grip Joanna's arm, right above her elbow. He looked up at her, the boil on his cheek still small, but his eyes were beginning to look bloodshot, a shocking color against the white of his blue eyes.
Joanna's breath caught in her throat and she stared at him, fingers squeezing his shoulders briefly. "Dalton, you're hurtin' me," she said, her voice only slightly shaking. She was trying to remain calm. She couldn't panic right now, that would only make this worse. Instead of loosening, the grip became tighter and she took a deep, shaky breath. "Dalton. Let. Go." she said slowly, shaking her arm lightly.
Suddenly, she was forced onto her feet and if it wasn't for Dalton's iron grip, she would have tripped when she was made to walk backwards. She gritted her teeth when her lower back slammed into the side of the breakfast bar, the corner digging painfully into her side. "Dalton, stop!" she yelled, her free hand coming up to shove at his chest.
She felt something much like a growl vibrate through his chest and her heart skipped a beat as his other hand came up to grab at that arm. "No Dalton!" she struggled, fear and panic choking her as she tried to break loose. For one second, his fingers loosened, briefly, as if he realized what he was doing. But Joanna took it as her moment to break free. She broke her arms away and shoved at him as hard as she could. It worked because he stumbled backwards, anger twisting his features into something ugly. She backed away into the kitchen, feeling like she couldn't breath, like her lungs weren't dragging in enough air. The large boil on his neck was pulsing, literally moving, looking to burst. She could make out similar boils underneath his clothing, a few straining against his jeans. "Dalton, stop," she said shakily as he began to walk at her. She glanced at the knife block and, out of choking fear, snatched a knife up and pointed it at him. He had never touched her in such a harsh way and he looked so angry. "Stop!"
"Shut up!" he yelled, reaching for her. Joanna reacted, slicing the knife at his arm. The blade cut cleanly into his inner arm, right over a boil. She cried out as it burst out and this... disgusting stuff spewed out. It nearly landed on her but she managed to jump back in time as it coated some of the kitchen counter, stove and wall. Instead of being in pain like Joanna expected, Dalton yelled out in pure rage.
The boils pulsed, moved, and more were forming, growing, beginning to cover his face too. With a cry, Joanna watched as another burst open, this one on his side and beneath his shirt, coating the fabric with the disgusting stuff on the inside, and blood as well. Dalton's whole body jerked, this time crying out in pain, as another boil burst, this one on his leg. Joanna backed away, dropping the knife. The knife clattered against the tile of the kitchen and she gripped the breakfast bar so she wouldn't fall from how hard her knees were shaking. "Dalton?!" she cried, not sure what to do.
Dalton hunched forward, body shaking as a boil on the back of his neck burst open, coating the ceiling and most of the kitchen behind him in that disgusting stuff. Joanna's stomach twisted and she covered her mouth as she gagged. Oh God, the smell. It hit her like a train and it was horrible, making her vision blur more as she tried to not throw up the food she had ate that day. In a sudden realization, she realized Dalton was exploding. He was exploding from those boils and they were bursting closer and closer together and that meant... Dalton looked up, boils growing and pulsing on his face, and groaned in pain. "Joey..." he whispered as the boils grew even larger, a few beginning to leak.
Joanna fell to her knees, no longer being able to hold herself up, and dragged herself to the other side of the breakfast bar. She knocked a chair down as she hid underneath it, hot tears dripping down her cheeks. She didn't know what to do, she couldn't help him. She was weak, she couldn't do anything, she was as helpless as Dalton. She flinched and covered her ears as a pained scream filled the apartment. She heard muffled thuds and pressed her lips together to try and not make any noise, pressing her palms harder to her ears. She wasn't sure how long she sat there but eventually, her legs started to ache and she slowly unfolded herself.
Uncovering her ears, she sniffled and took a deep breath. "Dalton?" she called out and got no answer. Slowly, she got on her hands and knees and moved to the side of the breakfast bar. She peered around and gaped as she saw that disgusting stuff and blood coating the kitchen floor, reaching all the way to their bedroom door. She swallowed and made herself move forward, stopping once she reached the mess of stomach-twisting disgustingness. With a deep breath, she leaned forward and peered around the corner. "Dalton?" she whispered and gasped at the sight she saw. Dalton was laying there but there was that stuff and blood all around him, covering every inch that it could reach, and there were these strange-shaped scars coating his body. When the boils had been exploding, some of his clothing got ripped away and she saw more of those scars, through the layer of stuff and blood. "Oh my God," she said; he had landed on his back and his chest wasn't moving up and down. He wasn't breathing.
"No, no," she uttered, getting on her knees and moving forward, causing streaks in the mess on the floor. "Dalton, Dalton!" she called, laying her hands on his chest. It wasn't moving, oh God, it wasn't raising and falling. "No, Dalton, wake up, ya bastard!" she snapped, putting her ear above his mouth. Nothing. No brush of breath he should be exhaling. "No, don't do this to me, don't," she whispered, slamming her fist into his chest. She wasn't a doctor, not even a nurse. She didn't know what to do. She knew she should be calling 911 but she felt like she couldn't move, in such shock. "Please," she whispered, beating on his chest but he didn't open his eyes, didn't move. She couldn't hold back the sobs bursting from her mouth, her whole body shaking from them, fingers gripping into the remains of his shirt. She didn't even care about all the nasty stuff. "Dalton!" she screamed before falling forward, her body wrecked with sobs. This was so unreal, this couldn't had happened. Just this morning, he was smiling and okay, breathing and warm. Now he was still, dead and cold, just in a few hours. With much difficulty, she pulled herself away from him and got her phone to call 911; maybe it wasn't too late. She knew it was a stupid hope but maybe... just maybe... it wasn't too late.
Joanna Matthews let out an impatient sigh as she smashed her thumb down on the 'End Call' button of her smart phone. Stupid phone and man. He wasn't answering his phone and it was worrying the hell out of her. He was supposed to be home by now. Maybe she was overreacting. That was a possibility. But since that strange infection started spreading and the news started to report it... it just worried her when he didn't get home at the usual time, especially with this supposed disease going around. She sat down at the breakfast bar in their tiny apartment, holding the phone between her hands as her leg bounced up and down. Traffic was probably bad, right? This was Dallas and it was the typical time for a lot of people to get off work. And a lot of them were probably heading home because of what was happening. She tried to reason with herself as she set her phone down. She didn't need to panic. There was no reason at all too. She was just overreacting. He was okay. He had to be. She got up, making herself a glass of sweet tea, and taking a sip. The taste of the drink didn't help her nerves.
Right as she was reaching for her phone to try and call him again, there was a loud bang on the door. It made her gasp and jump at once, sweat tea sloshing over the edge of the glass and getting on her hands. "Damnit," she muttered to herself, setting the glass down and shaking the wetness off her hand. That would become sticky and she hated that feeling. Another bang that made her jump and she frowned, walking over to the door. She peered through the peep hole and gasped, eyes widening. Was that...? No. She ripped the chain off, having some difficult since her fingers were shaky, and undid the deadbolt. She threw the door open, heart fixing itself in her throat and pounding loudly. "Dalton?" she said as said man stumbled forward, falling into her arms. "Oh my God, Dalton! What's wrong?!" Joanna asked frantically, trying to support his weight as she slipped her arms under his.
She heard muffled groaning and incoherent words against her shoulder and she fell to her knees, not being able to support Dalton's weight for much longer. Her stomach did a twist when she felt something round against her hand, where it laid on his back. "Hey!" she said, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him back to look at him proper. He swayed backwards, head lolling back, and Joanna let out a choked noise of surprise and fear at how her fiancé looked. His face was red, sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead from how heavily sweating he was. He looked to be in pain and almost angry but that wasn't what caught Joanna's attention. There was a giant, red bump on the side of his neck, practically pulsing. A boil, she realized in horror. There were more, under his clothing; they were huge, frighteningly so, and another was forming on his cheek.
Out of fear and confusion, she let him go and scrambled back, her breath coming out fast. What was wrong with him? What were those boils on his body? They were so frightening to look at, so horrifying. They looked ready to burst and that scared her a lot. She felt her back run into the side of the breakfast bar and shakily, she reached up and gripped the edge, pulling herself up. "Da-Dalton?" she uttered, not exactly sure what to do. Fear was making it hard to think and her vision became blurry, as she thought about the news reports about some disease going around. They weren't giving much away about it, only saying to stay indoors. It had to be bad. Could Dalton have that? The thought sent her into a whirlwind of worry and fear and sadness.
"Joey," Dalton gritted out, body shaking as he fell forward onto his hands. "What's... happ- hurts." he gasped, back arching and Joanna could make out a few, fist-sized boils growing in size on his back through his t-shirt.
It was one of the most scariest and disgusting things she had ever seen. Even worse when she had seen her daddy break her momma's arm, heard the crack of bone and the sob of woman. But hearing Dalton's voice, in so much pain and helplessness. It propelled her forward. She pushed away from the breakfast bar and fell before Dalton, grabbing at his shoulders. "Hey, hey, you're gonna be all right! Let's get ya to the hospital, get ya help-"
"No!" Dalton snapped out, right hand reaching up to grip Joanna's arm, right above her elbow. He looked up at her, the boil on his cheek still small, but his eyes were beginning to look bloodshot, a shocking color against the white of his blue eyes.
Joanna's breath caught in her throat and she stared at him, fingers squeezing his shoulders briefly. "Dalton, you're hurtin' me," she said, her voice only slightly shaking. She was trying to remain calm. She couldn't panic right now, that would only make this worse. Instead of loosening, the grip became tighter and she took a deep, shaky breath. "Dalton. Let. Go." she said slowly, shaking her arm lightly.
Suddenly, she was forced onto her feet and if it wasn't for Dalton's iron grip, she would have tripped when she was made to walk backwards. She gritted her teeth when her lower back slammed into the side of the breakfast bar, the corner digging painfully into her side. "Dalton, stop!" she yelled, her free hand coming up to shove at his chest.
She felt something much like a growl vibrate through his chest and her heart skipped a beat as his other hand came up to grab at that arm. "No Dalton!" she struggled, fear and panic choking her as she tried to break loose. For one second, his fingers loosened, briefly, as if he realized what he was doing. But Joanna took it as her moment to break free. She broke her arms away and shoved at him as hard as she could. It worked because he stumbled backwards, anger twisting his features into something ugly. She backed away into the kitchen, feeling like she couldn't breath, like her lungs weren't dragging in enough air. The large boil on his neck was pulsing, literally moving, looking to burst. She could make out similar boils underneath his clothing, a few straining against his jeans. "Dalton, stop," she said shakily as he began to walk at her. She glanced at the knife block and, out of choking fear, snatched a knife up and pointed it at him. He had never touched her in such a harsh way and he looked so angry. "Stop!"
"Shut up!" he yelled, reaching for her. Joanna reacted, slicing the knife at his arm. The blade cut cleanly into his inner arm, right over a boil. She cried out as it burst out and this... disgusting stuff spewed out. It nearly landed on her but she managed to jump back in time as it coated some of the kitchen counter, stove and wall. Instead of being in pain like Joanna expected, Dalton yelled out in pure rage.
The boils pulsed, moved, and more were forming, growing, beginning to cover his face too. With a cry, Joanna watched as another burst open, this one on his side and beneath his shirt, coating the fabric with the disgusting stuff on the inside, and blood as well. Dalton's whole body jerked, this time crying out in pain, as another boil burst, this one on his leg. Joanna backed away, dropping the knife. The knife clattered against the tile of the kitchen and she gripped the breakfast bar so she wouldn't fall from how hard her knees were shaking. "Dalton?!" she cried, not sure what to do.
Dalton hunched forward, body shaking as a boil on the back of his neck burst open, coating the ceiling and most of the kitchen behind him in that disgusting stuff. Joanna's stomach twisted and she covered her mouth as she gagged. Oh God, the smell. It hit her like a train and it was horrible, making her vision blur more as she tried to not throw up the food she had ate that day. In a sudden realization, she realized Dalton was exploding. He was exploding from those boils and they were bursting closer and closer together and that meant... Dalton looked up, boils growing and pulsing on his face, and groaned in pain. "Joey..." he whispered as the boils grew even larger, a few beginning to leak.
Joanna fell to her knees, no longer being able to hold herself up, and dragged herself to the other side of the breakfast bar. She knocked a chair down as she hid underneath it, hot tears dripping down her cheeks. She didn't know what to do, she couldn't help him. She was weak, she couldn't do anything, she was as helpless as Dalton. She flinched and covered her ears as a pained scream filled the apartment. She heard muffled thuds and pressed her lips together to try and not make any noise, pressing her palms harder to her ears. She wasn't sure how long she sat there but eventually, her legs started to ache and she slowly unfolded herself.
Uncovering her ears, she sniffled and took a deep breath. "Dalton?" she called out and got no answer. Slowly, she got on her hands and knees and moved to the side of the breakfast bar. She peered around and gaped as she saw that disgusting stuff and blood coating the kitchen floor, reaching all the way to their bedroom door. She swallowed and made herself move forward, stopping once she reached the mess of stomach-twisting disgustingness. With a deep breath, she leaned forward and peered around the corner. "Dalton?" she whispered and gasped at the sight she saw. Dalton was laying there but there was that stuff and blood all around him, covering every inch that it could reach, and there were these strange-shaped scars coating his body. When the boils had been exploding, some of his clothing got ripped away and she saw more of those scars, through the layer of stuff and blood. "Oh my God," she said; he had landed on his back and his chest wasn't moving up and down. He wasn't breathing.
"No, no," she uttered, getting on her knees and moving forward, causing streaks in the mess on the floor. "Dalton, Dalton!" she called, laying her hands on his chest. It wasn't moving, oh God, it wasn't raising and falling. "No, Dalton, wake up, ya bastard!" she snapped, putting her ear above his mouth. Nothing. No brush of breath he should be exhaling. "No, don't do this to me, don't," she whispered, slamming her fist into his chest. She wasn't a doctor, not even a nurse. She didn't know what to do. She knew she should be calling 911 but she felt like she couldn't move, in such shock. "Please," she whispered, beating on his chest but he didn't open his eyes, didn't move. She couldn't hold back the sobs bursting from her mouth, her whole body shaking from them, fingers gripping into the remains of his shirt. She didn't even care about all the nasty stuff. "Dalton!" she screamed before falling forward, her body wrecked with sobs. This was so unreal, this couldn't had happened. Just this morning, he was smiling and okay, breathing and warm. Now he was still, dead and cold, just in a few hours. With much difficulty, she pulled herself away from him and got her phone to call 911; maybe it wasn't too late. She knew it was a stupid hope but maybe... just maybe... it wasn't too late.
It's perfectly fine! I try to be a patient person :]
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