Sorry for been so unresponsive last month, I had alot of stuff going on. I have a reply along the way and it should be up in the next couple of days.
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sorry, its just a busy month. I'll try to post soon
Natasha slowly opened her door, she had transitioned into a crouching position in case the thing had somehow made its way upstairs. Staying low hopefully meant she was out of its line of sight. She poked her head round the door to check for any sign of movement.
A few minutes pass before she was sure nothing was moving; now she could see her 'dear' brother sprawled dead out on the floor in high definition. The sight of it almost made her want to hurl. Her foot had touched That. The grey skin on his face had a dent where she had placed pressure on it momentarily with her foot.
Shivers ran throughout her body at the thought of her foot touching the thing on the ground that she quickly stepped over it, she stared at the wall ahead to force herself from looking back at the corpse.
So once again she made her way down, missing the appropriate steps and upon reaching the bottom step, she resumed her crouching position. The smell of rotting corpse wafted out if the room greeting her at the bottom of the stairs. The stench was making her eyes water, as a solution to deal with the smell for now she pulled the hood of the wolf jacket over her head and pulled the strings till the hood closed around her face enough to cover her nose and mouth. She put the knife down for the next part; she tied the two strings together to hold the hood in place, afterwards she picked up her knife and decide now would be the best time to look at what was in the living room.
A zombie. A bloody zombie. What.
Suddenly the many tv / gaming zombie tropes flashed through her head. Natasha grimaced and decided that it would be best to kill the zombie in the living room first and re-kill the corpses on the living room floor as a safety measure.
In her crouch position, Natasha reached into her jacket pocked to take out a screw. She attempted to lob it over the zombies head to hit the wall beside it to distract it. As Natasha was never a good shot with many throwing objects, the screw did not reach the desired location.
Instead it had hit the coffee table by full force, making a clattering sound as it bounced off and finally landing on the soft carpet near her feet with a thud.
Well darn it.
The zombie spun around at the noise, walking towards it. Walking towards her. Well, less walking and more stumbling and hobbling.
Natasha didn't have long till it would reach her, the options raced through her mind. Her heart could be heard in her ears, the adrenaline started to rush through her veins and she went into auto-pilot mode.
She dashed at the zombie, quickly, closing the distance before she swung the knife upwards into the jaw of the zombie, pulling the knife away quickly. The motion caused the jaw to come away with the knife.
She glanced at the pierced jaw on her knife and took a few steps back till she was in the doorway, she slammed the back of the knife into the wooden frame, splintering the wood and the jaw. She took a couple of second to get her breath back.
The adrenaline was slowly wearing off. The short burst of full blown energy gave her a slight advantage as well as the fact the zombie could no longer bite her. With less energy than the first time, she dashed again, with the split second decision to aim to cut off its head. She poised the knife so it was aiming at the jugular as she entered her second dash.
She was not as accurate as the first time, she was able to get the knife in the base of the neck and using the momentum of the dash she pushed the zombie backwards, making him fall to the ground.
The zombies arms flailed as Natasha dug the knife deeper and tried -quickly as possible - to cut off the zombies head.
It took a good few minutes but after a while the deed was done and she was able to wipe the sweat of her forehead, before she proceeded to do the same with the other two corpses laying on the ground which she could now identify as her mother and father.
She felt like an empty shell. She had cried all the way through of cutting the heads off her parent's corpses. It took way longer than the living zombie. Her face was smeared with zombie/human blood and tears. The mixture only came to be as she tried to wipe her tears through the process. The threat of bile ebbed in the back of her throat.
Now at least 10-15 minutes later; she sat there at the dining room table, feeling of nothing. A cold meat sandwich sat in front of her at the table. Her tummy was rumbling still yet she had not taken a single bite, it was the feeling of something soft and furry against her legs made her jump.
Looking down at her legs, she sees the family cat just causally rubbing up against her. "Rocco..." She whispered as that was all she could muster up to do. She reached a hand down to stroke the male tabby cat.
She smiled sadly down at the purring ball of fur. "Rocco, darling. Why are you still here?" She questioned the non-speaking animal. She picked him up and placed him on her lap. He turned from her to sniff what was on the table in front of him. Her meat sandwich. He eagerly sniffed at the meat, slowly Natasha caught on. "No Rocco!" laughing at the cat; falling back into a time before everything went down hill. "You can't have that, its mine." smiling at the ball of fur, she took him off her lap and decided to take a bite from the sandwich - claiming it as hers in front of the cat- before getting up to feed him.
She opened the door to the kitchen, Rocco shot in and she followed shortly after. Remembering to close the door after her, semi conscious of her current situation. Opening the fridge she got out a tin of unopened cat food and opened it to scoop out the contents in the cat bowl. She refilled the other side of the cat bowl with the biscuits he liked so much and went into the conservatory to open the back door so the cat could exit anytime.
With that out the way and the traumatic event deeply hidden in her mind and temporarily forgotten, Natasha started to collect supplies that she could find in the house. Keeping in mind to loot the surrounding houses; if nobody is alive inside, or in case of zombies? Fight her way in.
A few minutes pass before she was sure nothing was moving; now she could see her 'dear' brother sprawled dead out on the floor in high definition. The sight of it almost made her want to hurl. Her foot had touched That. The grey skin on his face had a dent where she had placed pressure on it momentarily with her foot.
Shivers ran throughout her body at the thought of her foot touching the thing on the ground that she quickly stepped over it, she stared at the wall ahead to force herself from looking back at the corpse.
So once again she made her way down, missing the appropriate steps and upon reaching the bottom step, she resumed her crouching position. The smell of rotting corpse wafted out if the room greeting her at the bottom of the stairs. The stench was making her eyes water, as a solution to deal with the smell for now she pulled the hood of the wolf jacket over her head and pulled the strings till the hood closed around her face enough to cover her nose and mouth. She put the knife down for the next part; she tied the two strings together to hold the hood in place, afterwards she picked up her knife and decide now would be the best time to look at what was in the living room.
A zombie. A bloody zombie. What.
Suddenly the many tv / gaming zombie tropes flashed through her head. Natasha grimaced and decided that it would be best to kill the zombie in the living room first and re-kill the corpses on the living room floor as a safety measure.
In her crouch position, Natasha reached into her jacket pocked to take out a screw. She attempted to lob it over the zombies head to hit the wall beside it to distract it. As Natasha was never a good shot with many throwing objects, the screw did not reach the desired location.
Instead it had hit the coffee table by full force, making a clattering sound as it bounced off and finally landing on the soft carpet near her feet with a thud.
Well darn it.
The zombie spun around at the noise, walking towards it. Walking towards her. Well, less walking and more stumbling and hobbling.
Natasha didn't have long till it would reach her, the options raced through her mind. Her heart could be heard in her ears, the adrenaline started to rush through her veins and she went into auto-pilot mode.
She dashed at the zombie, quickly, closing the distance before she swung the knife upwards into the jaw of the zombie, pulling the knife away quickly. The motion caused the jaw to come away with the knife.
She glanced at the pierced jaw on her knife and took a few steps back till she was in the doorway, she slammed the back of the knife into the wooden frame, splintering the wood and the jaw. She took a couple of second to get her breath back.
The adrenaline was slowly wearing off. The short burst of full blown energy gave her a slight advantage as well as the fact the zombie could no longer bite her. With less energy than the first time, she dashed again, with the split second decision to aim to cut off its head. She poised the knife so it was aiming at the jugular as she entered her second dash.
She was not as accurate as the first time, she was able to get the knife in the base of the neck and using the momentum of the dash she pushed the zombie backwards, making him fall to the ground.
The zombies arms flailed as Natasha dug the knife deeper and tried -quickly as possible - to cut off the zombies head.
It took a good few minutes but after a while the deed was done and she was able to wipe the sweat of her forehead, before she proceeded to do the same with the other two corpses laying on the ground which she could now identify as her mother and father.
She felt like an empty shell. She had cried all the way through of cutting the heads off her parent's corpses. It took way longer than the living zombie. Her face was smeared with zombie/human blood and tears. The mixture only came to be as she tried to wipe her tears through the process. The threat of bile ebbed in the back of her throat.
Now at least 10-15 minutes later; she sat there at the dining room table, feeling of nothing. A cold meat sandwich sat in front of her at the table. Her tummy was rumbling still yet she had not taken a single bite, it was the feeling of something soft and furry against her legs made her jump.
Looking down at her legs, she sees the family cat just causally rubbing up against her. "Rocco..." She whispered as that was all she could muster up to do. She reached a hand down to stroke the male tabby cat.
She smiled sadly down at the purring ball of fur. "Rocco, darling. Why are you still here?" She questioned the non-speaking animal. She picked him up and placed him on her lap. He turned from her to sniff what was on the table in front of him. Her meat sandwich. He eagerly sniffed at the meat, slowly Natasha caught on. "No Rocco!" laughing at the cat; falling back into a time before everything went down hill. "You can't have that, its mine." smiling at the ball of fur, she took him off her lap and decided to take a bite from the sandwich - claiming it as hers in front of the cat- before getting up to feed him.
She opened the door to the kitchen, Rocco shot in and she followed shortly after. Remembering to close the door after her, semi conscious of her current situation. Opening the fridge she got out a tin of unopened cat food and opened it to scoop out the contents in the cat bowl. She refilled the other side of the cat bowl with the biscuits he liked so much and went into the conservatory to open the back door so the cat could exit anytime.
With that out the way and the traumatic event deeply hidden in her mind and temporarily forgotten, Natasha started to collect supplies that she could find in the house. Keeping in mind to loot the surrounding houses; if nobody is alive inside, or in case of zombies? Fight her way in.
Natasha slowly awoke into the bright world of her bedroom. The sunlight bore through her thin curtains. Squinting at the rays of light that were streaming in, she grumbled at the rude awakening of the morning. Or whatever time of day it was. Either way she grabbed her covers and snuggled up in bed once again.
Natasha laid there for a moment before she started to toss and turn but the nagging feeling at the back of her mind was telling that something was wrong.
Had the house always been this silent? Natasha wondered. She sleepily sat up in her bed and unwillingly slid out of it to fully standing up in the middle of her bedroom. Yawning, she ran her fingers through her short hair.
To be fairly honest, she shouldn't be surprised if the house was empty, they usually were in the morning. That reminded her, was it even morning? With that question in mind Natasha turned to her bed, her eyes searching the bottom end of it looking for her phone. It was no longer in the same place as it was last night.
Lazily, she fell onto the bed face first. She pushed herself up so she was now kneeling on the bed and began to search for her dear mobile device.
After along search of pulling on 'n' off bed sheets and blankets she found the little device dangling from its charger, the phone inches away from the ground. She carefully took the phone off charge and pressed a button to make it show the time. 13:14. She'd slept till around quarter past one.
Natasha sighed at her phone before groggily opening her wardrobe and choosing her clothes for the day. She picked out her favourite skinny jeans, a random top and found her favourite wolf jacket to shove on. She shoved her slippers onto her feet before walking to her door and opening it inward slowly revealing her view of the landing.
In front of her, a mangled corpse of her brother was sprawled across the floor. Bits of flesh was stripped away, blood slowly oozed out onto the now rusty coloured carpet. Natasha shocked at the first sight, then looked at the corpse with disgust. "good riddance you lair. Betcha' can't lie yourself out of this situation, Now can you." It was clear something had happened, be it a serial killer or an animal, it made Natasha wary and cautious. She turned around and walked back to her room, opening up her bakery tool set on her bed, to find her sharpest knife as she did not want to be unarmed. It made her feel slightly more confident and more in control of the situation. Walking back onto the landing she nudged her brothers corpse with her foot before stepping over it.
Now strangely calm over the dark situation, she carefully tip toed down the stairs with the knife securely in her dominant left hand. Making sure she missed the top two and the 6th along with the 11th & 12th steps as the floor boards creaked when stepped on.
The hallway and stairs were clear of any carnage or intruders, letting Natasha smoothly cling to the walls and lean to her left to see if anyone or anything was in the living room. Well lo and behold, a couple of bodies littered the living room floor. The smell that they gave off was revolting. Or was that coming off the thing that was stumbling around the living room.
Natasha squinted in order to see the stumbling figuring in the middle of the room, she just couldn't seem to able to work out what it was. It was just too fuzzy.
She tilted her head to try and get a better angle on the thing, then her eyes grew wide with realization. she had forgotten glasses. She grimaced at the thought of the journey. Back up the stairs and past the corpse. well, beggars can't be choosers she thought to herself as she chewed the inside of her cheek, while peering up the stairs.
Hoping the thing hadn't noticed her yet, Natasha turned on her heels and quickly crept up the stairs, stretching across the squeaky stairs, stepping over the corpse left on the floor and into her bedroom, softly closing her door behind her.
With some distance between the thing and her, Natasha flopped onto her bed in aftershock. Her objective of finding her glasses temporarily forgotten. She just sat there, staring at her cream coloured wall.
A couple of hours must of past as the next thing she hears makes her jump out of her skin. It was her tummy calling for food. The sudden noise of it startled her. It was as if reality had slapped her in the face. Tears fell down her face. For all she knew her parents were dead and her brother was definitely dead. No doubt about that one. She wanted to scream and wail out for her loss of family, but the fear of what was down stairs scared her into silent tears.
Natasha fell back onto her bed so she was looking at the ceiling, she felt drained of all emotions. The thought of sleeping it off and dealing with the situation crossed her mind when her tummy let out another gurgle. Clutching her tummy she sat up again, deciding that she couldn't ignore her basic need; she began to form a plan in her head.
Her left hand was loosely gripping the sharp knife as she carefully thought-out a plan.
First objective was to find her glasses, she needed to see of course. The next course of action was to use some of her collected junk as a future distraction. She would proceed downstairs and try to distract the thing long enough to get by or enough so she could engage it in battle or just a simple fight. She'd eat some food, then gather supplies around the area.
Switching the knife to a more comfortable position to wield, Natasha picked up her glasses from her dresser and adjusted them onto her face, pushing them up her nose. Grabbing a few junk pieces she owned like a worn out car break, a light bulb and a bunch of screws/nails/pins, she readied herself for what was to come.
Natasha laid there for a moment before she started to toss and turn but the nagging feeling at the back of her mind was telling that something was wrong.
Had the house always been this silent? Natasha wondered. She sleepily sat up in her bed and unwillingly slid out of it to fully standing up in the middle of her bedroom. Yawning, she ran her fingers through her short hair.
To be fairly honest, she shouldn't be surprised if the house was empty, they usually were in the morning. That reminded her, was it even morning? With that question in mind Natasha turned to her bed, her eyes searching the bottom end of it looking for her phone. It was no longer in the same place as it was last night.
Lazily, she fell onto the bed face first. She pushed herself up so she was now kneeling on the bed and began to search for her dear mobile device.
After along search of pulling on 'n' off bed sheets and blankets she found the little device dangling from its charger, the phone inches away from the ground. She carefully took the phone off charge and pressed a button to make it show the time. 13:14. She'd slept till around quarter past one.
Natasha sighed at her phone before groggily opening her wardrobe and choosing her clothes for the day. She picked out her favourite skinny jeans, a random top and found her favourite wolf jacket to shove on. She shoved her slippers onto her feet before walking to her door and opening it inward slowly revealing her view of the landing.
In front of her, a mangled corpse of her brother was sprawled across the floor. Bits of flesh was stripped away, blood slowly oozed out onto the now rusty coloured carpet. Natasha shocked at the first sight, then looked at the corpse with disgust. "good riddance you lair. Betcha' can't lie yourself out of this situation, Now can you." It was clear something had happened, be it a serial killer or an animal, it made Natasha wary and cautious. She turned around and walked back to her room, opening up her bakery tool set on her bed, to find her sharpest knife as she did not want to be unarmed. It made her feel slightly more confident and more in control of the situation. Walking back onto the landing she nudged her brothers corpse with her foot before stepping over it.
Now strangely calm over the dark situation, she carefully tip toed down the stairs with the knife securely in her dominant left hand. Making sure she missed the top two and the 6th along with the 11th & 12th steps as the floor boards creaked when stepped on.
The hallway and stairs were clear of any carnage or intruders, letting Natasha smoothly cling to the walls and lean to her left to see if anyone or anything was in the living room. Well lo and behold, a couple of bodies littered the living room floor. The smell that they gave off was revolting. Or was that coming off the thing that was stumbling around the living room.
Natasha squinted in order to see the stumbling figuring in the middle of the room, she just couldn't seem to able to work out what it was. It was just too fuzzy.
She tilted her head to try and get a better angle on the thing, then her eyes grew wide with realization. she had forgotten glasses. She grimaced at the thought of the journey. Back up the stairs and past the corpse. well, beggars can't be choosers she thought to herself as she chewed the inside of her cheek, while peering up the stairs.
Hoping the thing hadn't noticed her yet, Natasha turned on her heels and quickly crept up the stairs, stretching across the squeaky stairs, stepping over the corpse left on the floor and into her bedroom, softly closing her door behind her.
With some distance between the thing and her, Natasha flopped onto her bed in aftershock. Her objective of finding her glasses temporarily forgotten. She just sat there, staring at her cream coloured wall.
A couple of hours must of past as the next thing she hears makes her jump out of her skin. It was her tummy calling for food. The sudden noise of it startled her. It was as if reality had slapped her in the face. Tears fell down her face. For all she knew her parents were dead and her brother was definitely dead. No doubt about that one. She wanted to scream and wail out for her loss of family, but the fear of what was down stairs scared her into silent tears.
Natasha fell back onto her bed so she was looking at the ceiling, she felt drained of all emotions. The thought of sleeping it off and dealing with the situation crossed her mind when her tummy let out another gurgle. Clutching her tummy she sat up again, deciding that she couldn't ignore her basic need; she began to form a plan in her head.
Her left hand was loosely gripping the sharp knife as she carefully thought-out a plan.
First objective was to find her glasses, she needed to see of course. The next course of action was to use some of her collected junk as a future distraction. She would proceed downstairs and try to distract the thing long enough to get by or enough so she could engage it in battle or just a simple fight. She'd eat some food, then gather supplies around the area.
Switching the knife to a more comfortable position to wield, Natasha picked up her glasses from her dresser and adjusted them onto her face, pushing them up her nose. Grabbing a few junk pieces she owned like a worn out car break, a light bulb and a bunch of screws/nails/pins, she readied herself for what was to come.
Only edits are re-wording of paragraphs.
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I hope this does start up, I really want to see how this all plays out.
Well, I am probably gonna edit this. Generally to word it better, but if anything major needs changing; please let me know :)
by the way are we gonna base this all in America?
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Interested in this also, It looks like a good plot :)
@czechmate46 I'm quite interested in this RP, is it okay if I post CS in the morning? ((its 2:24am for me right now)) or would it be best to post the almost done CS and finish it in the morning?
I may have a character for this. :3 it could turn out quite interesting. Count me in :)
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