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Immortal Fear (Zombie-esque Horror Survival)

Morgan's anxiety dissipated little over the next few seconds. The close call with the infected when the speakers had sounded would have been enough to damage her calm for quite a while. But now...she glanced up for the briefest of seconds. Now, she was stuck in a room with two people she didn't know. And no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that she might be safe with them, she couldn't bring herself to accept it as truth.

She tuned Casey's voice out carefully as he spoke. He wasn't speaking to her specifically, therefore what he was saying was not of immediate importance to her. Instead of paying attention to him, she continued breathing in and out, staring at that single point on the ground. Slowly, her tense muscles relaxed. Not a lot, but enough to make some slight difference.

At that moment, the Asian girl who had beckoned them into the room entered Morgan's field of vision. Any calmness she had managed to attain was immediately gone. She introduced herself as Lian. I should answer her. I should say my name, Morgan thought to herself. My name is Morgan. Say it. But whatever pathway of nerves was responsible for transmitting messages from her brain to her mouth had ceased to function. She could only listen to Lian speak and dodge her attempts to make eye contact. "This is the first time you've been alone for a while, isn't it? I'm sorry."

Morgan chewed her lip, and reluctantly nodded in confirmation. Before now, she'd always had Daniel around. He was the only one she had spoken to in weeks.

Finally, she seemed to find her voice. Though Lian had already turned back towards Casey, Morgan took the chance to speak. She didn't look up, and it looked as though she was speaking more to herself than to the others. "M-m-m-m...m-my na-ame is Mo-or-org-gan," she said, stammering so badly that her face immediately turned red from embarrassment.

(High Casual) Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment!

Valid point. I'll see if I can get the music edited together.

Can you PM me Deon's songs if you remember them? I know there was Don't Stop, because I still listen to that all the time. XD

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Nah, I took them down. Didn't want people thinking I was a weirdo for having random clips of some chick with drugs. XD

I can put them up again if ya like. :)

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Somewhere on my computer, I think so. I don't have videos of the two of them together, but I have each of their clip segments.

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Moon's path lead her in a large circle around the area where all the prisoners had gathered. As she ran, fleeing from the single guard who had chosen to pursue her, she let her mind focus on the chaos that had ensued. She could pick out the life forces of everyone. Including Arger, the raging Irabelu. She watched his attack through her mind's eye, more than a safe distance away. When the first Ebolorian guard was killed, the shock of the death was enough to make Moon stumble and fall to the ground.

The light of his life, one second burning strongly in her mind, disappeared just as quickly as the young Arian girl had moments earlier. No matter her many times Moon witnessed death in the arena, the suddenness of it would never fail to stun her. For several long seconds, she didn't move from where she had fallen. Only sat there, breathing heavily, staring off into space. The second Ebolorian death hit her just as hard. She couldn't move, couldn't think...could only wait for the absence of life to become a part of her mind, just as its presence had been seconds before.

Finally, the shock dissipated. What was I doing? Moon cast a sonic gaze around herself. She was on the floor. The guard wasn't chasing anymore. She had either ditched him, or someone else had taken care of him. Either way, she needed to make it back to the Rhevarian girl. Quickly, Moon picked herself up, ignoring the scrapes on her knees, and resumed her agile running through the quickly-thinning crowd.

Before she could reach the Rhevarian, a scream of pain sounded out. Moon hummed quietly, sending an aultra-sonic gaze ahead of her, and a series of still images returned. Another of the Ebolorian guards had resumed the whipping where his partner had left off. Liquid flowed from the Rhevarian's flayed back. But for now, Moon could only watch. If she tried to intervene, it would only mean pain and punishment for both of them. With each crack of the whip, she cringed a little more for the other girl. Finally, the guard left.

Immediately, Moon rushed forwards. She knelt beside the Rhevarian girl, her eyes filled with a sympathy that mirrored Tani's own pain. Slowly, she reached out a hand and gently touched it to Tani's arm, letting her know that she was there as a friend. She hoped that this girl's grasp of the common language was adequate. Moon's own sentences were workable, but slightly choppy when it came to tenses. "I'm sorry. I try to help," Moon she apologized, her tone sincere.

Her voice was soft, barely audible. It sounded as though she was singing, even though she spoke plainly. "I sew. I sew your back if you return to my cell. The surgeons at the arena's exit..." she shook her head, cringing as her eyes wandered sightlessly around. "I do not trust them."

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ROMAN!!!!! O.O

Long time, no talk. How the hell are you??? :D

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Sorry, been busy and away for the past days. Should be able to have something typed up by tonight. :)

Immortal Fear (Zombie-esque Horror Survival)

IInflex said
I AM!! I have women to love... or kill. Either works.

You try to kill Morgan, I am going to wreak havoc on your feels.

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Post get eaten? XD

U.A.U.

Ellie quickly stepped back as she realized she'd managed to sneak up on the man, her hands clenching into motionless fists at her side to avoid accidental confrontation. It was an instinctive reaction - having spent the past few months being exposed to mutants of all varieties, you never knew how much control someone had over their powers. But aside from the flailing pseudo-Kung-fu, Bernie seemed to be all right. He looks like he's in control. Not too volatile, she thought as he began to speak, but that train of thought stopped short when the man coughed. Was that smoke?

She chewed quietly at her lip as she continued to listen to Bernie speak. His voice was quiet and raspy. The near-constant ringing in her ears was refusing to let up, and she had to strain to hear him over the tinnitus. A few too many shockwaves tended to damage one's hearing. It was comforting, in some strange way, to know that she wasn't the only one who felt wounded at being labelled 'useless'. "No, I pretty much deserve the 'useless' title," she confirmed. She gave an off-hand shrug, forcing herself to speak lightly about her own unfortunate abilities. "I knock myself unconscious every time I try to use my powers."

After a second's hesitation, Ellie offered a friendly smile to Bernie. Surely his abilities had to have some merit. "What is it that you can do? It can't be completely useless," she reasoned, trying to make light of the situation.