Definitely interested, if there is still room for one more... *^_^*
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Kinda want to progress with the story a little before introducing Sabrina. She is going to be .. an interesting case. :-)
What happened?? :-(
We can plot it out or just react as we go, sounds fun to me either way!:-)
Although i recently started feeling that i reeaally want get Sabrina involved. *^_^*
@FaithsRose i know i didnt advance us very far, sorry if that makes it difficult to play off of. :-/
Looks like we may need to get to the second floor to intercept Mistress's gal. :-)
Although i recently started feeling that i reeaally want get Sabrina involved. *^_^*
@FaithsRose i know i didnt advance us very far, sorry if that makes it difficult to play off of. :-/
Looks like we may need to get to the second floor to intercept Mistress's gal. :-)
@teapotsharkLet me know if you want me to start forshadowing things, i had a couple ideas in mind for that as well. :-)
After several moments of staring wide-eyed at the man whom she was pretty sure had just killed a few people, Daphne decided it was time to go. She held a finger up at the bartender to get her attention, but the poor girl was too scared to acknowledge her in the least.
Alright, Daph. Let's make a break for it.
Getting out of her seat went more smoothly in her mind than what happened in reality. Daphne barely caught the bar with one had to keep from stumbling over.
Just play it cool. Everything's cool.
Daphne put a smile on her face like nothing was wrong, reached down for her bag, and carefully began swerving her way toward the exit. She thought she probably waved at a few stunned patrons on the way out, as if they had no reason to be preoccupied with losing their lives, but she couldn't be sure. At this point, as long as she didn't end up another dead body, she was willing to count the night as a win. Outside of the bar she crashed into a wall and leaned there for a few minutes, laughing at her own state of drunkenness and trying to remember what is was that she was trying to do.
You're room, Daph. Let's go to your room.
"Shut up, you alcoholic bitch," she muttered in response to her own internal dialogue, which prompted another burst of laughter that caused passers-by in the corridor to look at her strangely on their way past.
She managed to produce the orders she received to board the Ark from her bag and, covering an eye with one hand, was able to read where it said her room was in the civilian quarters of the ship. The rest of her journey was a bit of a blur, but, just as she always seemed to manage in the past, somehow Daphne made it to her bed with plenty of time to sleep it off.
0900 would be approaching sooner than she could imagine.
Alright, Daph. Let's make a break for it.
Getting out of her seat went more smoothly in her mind than what happened in reality. Daphne barely caught the bar with one had to keep from stumbling over.
Just play it cool. Everything's cool.
Daphne put a smile on her face like nothing was wrong, reached down for her bag, and carefully began swerving her way toward the exit. She thought she probably waved at a few stunned patrons on the way out, as if they had no reason to be preoccupied with losing their lives, but she couldn't be sure. At this point, as long as she didn't end up another dead body, she was willing to count the night as a win. Outside of the bar she crashed into a wall and leaned there for a few minutes, laughing at her own state of drunkenness and trying to remember what is was that she was trying to do.
You're room, Daph. Let's go to your room.
"Shut up, you alcoholic bitch," she muttered in response to her own internal dialogue, which prompted another burst of laughter that caused passers-by in the corridor to look at her strangely on their way past.
She managed to produce the orders she received to board the Ark from her bag and, covering an eye with one hand, was able to read where it said her room was in the civilian quarters of the ship. The rest of her journey was a bit of a blur, but, just as she always seemed to manage in the past, somehow Daphne made it to her bed with plenty of time to sleep it off.
0900 would be approaching sooner than she could imagine.
Great posts guys!
Sorry it took me so long. :-(
Sorry it took me so long. :-(
Blaine could tell by the way Feather looked at him before she turned her gaze to the horizon that she was unsure of what to make of him. He understood that she may not trust him -his intentions?- based on a single shared encounter. But it had been a long time since somebody had met his gaze so evenly, much less with such intensity. Feather's dark eyes smouldered at him in the moments before she answered him.
"...lead the way."
It was like flipping a switch; the focus and urgency of executing a mission, his senses tuning into his environment, and him immediately embracing that his own demise was still not a good enough excuse for failure were all part of Blaine's natural instincts now. He rotated the HK416 from behind his back and slung it over his firing shoulder, that hand on the pistol grip and the other hand just in front the the magazine, and turned back toward the stairs. He didn't look back; he could hear Feather start after him.
Feather would survive this apocalypse as long as he drew breath.
He would have loved to have simply Aussie rappelled of the top of the building and called it a day. They obviously didn't have the equipment for that, so back into the build they went, Blaine sweeping his weapon smoothly from side to side around every angle. He knew he had 23 in the magazine and one locked and loaded, and he wanted to have those same numbers when they got outside. When they hit the first floor he immediately led them away from the front entrance, where a horde of infected still lingered from their last skirmish, through an office on the opposite side of the building, where he looked out the window into the street.
They were out there, the soulless husks of the infected, wandering aimlessly, with no purpose left except to devour humanity into extinction. On this side of the building their numbers were few and far enough between for the two companions to get their feet on the ground before the infected could get close enough to be a threat. Blaine slowly opened the window, ensuring that he made no noise that might attract another horde. Then he stacked himself against the wall and looked intently at Feather.
She nodded at him, he nodded at her, and Feather was through the window in a single agile movement while Blaine immediately rotated around after her looking down the reflex sight of his weapon, ready to cover her by fire at the first sign of imminent contact. She found cover immediately and Blaine was right on her heels.
* * *
Inside the mall it was just as much of a disaster as the rest of the city. Blaine walked with Feather a short way down the wing that they had entered into. It was not swarming with infected right away, a state of affairs that he knew could change in an instant. He slung the HK416 across his back again and unsnapped the band on his tomahawk holster.
"Want to check them before moving on?"
He regarded his companion with concern, looking intently at the girl, who seemed to be on the verge of collapsing at any moment. He instantly regretted pushing the pace so hard on the way in. In his urgency he had forgotten that he was no longer leading soldiers; he should not have expected Feather to move out like one every time he gave her a hand signal. His expression softened slightly as it occurred to him just how tough the native warrior really was.
"We'll need to clear them as we go," Blaine answered her. It was the most tactically sound thing to do. They had gotten this far; Blaine was not about to take any chances with Feather's safety now.
"But first," he said motioning with a nod toward the smoothie bar, "it looks like you could use a drink. We'll do a security halt there and I'll see if anyone is on the other side of this radio."
Blaine began carefully leading the way there. He would feel better to sit and listen for awhile, in the back of the bar where the infected would have no choice but to bottle neck if they caught on to their presence, with Feather safely behind every round of firepower he had left.
"...lead the way."
It was like flipping a switch; the focus and urgency of executing a mission, his senses tuning into his environment, and him immediately embracing that his own demise was still not a good enough excuse for failure were all part of Blaine's natural instincts now. He rotated the HK416 from behind his back and slung it over his firing shoulder, that hand on the pistol grip and the other hand just in front the the magazine, and turned back toward the stairs. He didn't look back; he could hear Feather start after him.
Feather would survive this apocalypse as long as he drew breath.
He would have loved to have simply Aussie rappelled of the top of the building and called it a day. They obviously didn't have the equipment for that, so back into the build they went, Blaine sweeping his weapon smoothly from side to side around every angle. He knew he had 23 in the magazine and one locked and loaded, and he wanted to have those same numbers when they got outside. When they hit the first floor he immediately led them away from the front entrance, where a horde of infected still lingered from their last skirmish, through an office on the opposite side of the building, where he looked out the window into the street.
They were out there, the soulless husks of the infected, wandering aimlessly, with no purpose left except to devour humanity into extinction. On this side of the building their numbers were few and far enough between for the two companions to get their feet on the ground before the infected could get close enough to be a threat. Blaine slowly opened the window, ensuring that he made no noise that might attract another horde. Then he stacked himself against the wall and looked intently at Feather.
She nodded at him, he nodded at her, and Feather was through the window in a single agile movement while Blaine immediately rotated around after her looking down the reflex sight of his weapon, ready to cover her by fire at the first sign of imminent contact. She found cover immediately and Blaine was right on her heels.
* * *
Inside the mall it was just as much of a disaster as the rest of the city. Blaine walked with Feather a short way down the wing that they had entered into. It was not swarming with infected right away, a state of affairs that he knew could change in an instant. He slung the HK416 across his back again and unsnapped the band on his tomahawk holster.
"Want to check them before moving on?"
He regarded his companion with concern, looking intently at the girl, who seemed to be on the verge of collapsing at any moment. He instantly regretted pushing the pace so hard on the way in. In his urgency he had forgotten that he was no longer leading soldiers; he should not have expected Feather to move out like one every time he gave her a hand signal. His expression softened slightly as it occurred to him just how tough the native warrior really was.
"We'll need to clear them as we go," Blaine answered her. It was the most tactically sound thing to do. They had gotten this far; Blaine was not about to take any chances with Feather's safety now.
"But first," he said motioning with a nod toward the smoothie bar, "it looks like you could use a drink. We'll do a security halt there and I'll see if anyone is on the other side of this radio."
Blaine began carefully leading the way there. He would feel better to sit and listen for awhile, in the back of the bar where the infected would have no choice but to bottle neck if they caught on to their presence, with Feather safely behind every round of firepower he had left.
Dang that happened fast! Ill post real soon as well.
Im so glad! ;-) Post when you can, we'll get this story told yet!
@MistressCyanide Are you still considering posting the body shop scene?
@MistressCyanide Are you still considering posting the body shop scene?
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