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Post by georgiamay on Feb 1, 2014 20:17:46 GMT
Amelia turned her head quickly, looking down to see a zombie smashing another zombie's head in with a sledgehammer. That's not something you see everyday. I didn't know zombie's could use tools. She turned her head to the side curiously and had just realized he was a human when he came running towards her fire-escape ladder. She took a step back and turned her bow from the zombies on the ground, to the man climbing up the ladder. Her light blue eyes were squinted, examining the man carefully as she aimed the tip of her arrow at his brain. She waited for him to reach the top. She decided not to shoot him until e had the chance to prove he wasn't an asshole like the bandits.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 1, 2014 20:23:13 GMT
Bracken started scrambling up the ladder. He reached the top, but froze before pulling himself up. He was staring straight into the pulled arrow the girl had drawn back in her compound bow. His racing heart beat down in his stomach, and his life flashed before his eyes. "P-Please don't k-kill me," he stuttered, a side effect from not having talked to anyone in a concernedly long time. His eyes went wide and he began to quiver a little. He had been in similar situations, only in those cases he had a rifle pointed at the person as well. In this case, he was still clinging to the ladder, and he wouldn't have enough space to effectively swing his sledgehammer.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 1, 2014 20:30:51 GMT
Amelia scrutinized him for a moment. He was in a his 20s and basically helpless. Most bandits wouldn't have begged for their lives when they had a sledgehammer in their hand. She let her hands relax and pointed the arrow at the ground. She took a step back to allow more room. "Come on." She offered a hand to him, unsure of whether he'd need it. "Were you bitten?" She was examining him carefully, but saw no evidence of teeth marks anywhere.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 1, 2014 20:37:47 GMT
Bracken sighed with relief, taking her hand although he didn't really need it. He got up, glad to be standing on his feet again. "N-No," he assured her. He looked down and noticed he was still holding his sledgehammer like a weapon, so he just kind of set it to the ground and used it as a cane for a moment. He noticed that she had a dead cat with her, and his mouth watered slightly. He hadn't had any food for the past couple of days. "Th-Thanks for not k-killing me," he stammered. He glanced over at the sun, which was getting close to setting. It was an odd sense; it made the sky, buildings, and the clouds into different shades of brilliant orange. It was hard to believe that in the fall of humanity, things would still be beautiful. He shook the thought as he looked over the edge of the fire escape and saw the the zombies getting closer.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 1, 2014 20:43:14 GMT
Amelia followed his eyes to the dead cat. "Stupid fucking creature is the reason you almost got your ass eaten down there." Her voice was clear and it was mostly because she spent day upon day just talking to herself to keep herself from being lonely. She smiled at him. "Glad you know i won't have to put an arrow in your head." She looked down at the five or six zombies wandering around beneath the ladder. "My name is Amelia by the way, and when those zombies try to climb, I'm gonna shoot them in the brains." Her light blue eyes looked up at his and her dark brunette eyebrows were raised. "Sound like a plan?"
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Post by Confetti on Feb 1, 2014 20:51:14 GMT
Bracken stared down at the zombies for a moment before glancing at Amelia. "I'm B-Bracken," he introduced, his gaze being pulled back down to the zombies below. Some people had trouble with killing zombies when they thought about what they might have been before the virus, but Bracken didn't. He learned the hard way that zombies had no feelings when he had to slaughter what was left of his family. To him it seemed like a waste to kill them when ammunition was involved. "W-We should just l-leave. It'd just b-be a waste of arrows," he suggested, looking up to see that the fire escape went up to the top floor. If they could make it to the roof, they might be able to camp up there for the night.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 1, 2014 20:59:51 GMT
Amelia shrugged. "I'd just get them back when I was done, but if you'd prefer the roof. So be it." She put her arrow back in the quiver and let him go in front of her. "You seem a bit shaken up, hun." She bit her lip as she heard what she said. Stupid Southern culture. She didn't even realize what she was saying half the time. She'd grown up in Pittmann Center, Tennessee where there were less than 700 people to entertain her. Living there for her life had meant the rub off of a Southern accent and a tendency to call others hun, honey, baby, and sweetie.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 2, 2014 0:20:55 GMT
Bracken nodded gratefully. He could tell that Amelia must be immune judging by the bite marks on her hand, so he could see why she'd be willing to go down to those alerted zombies. But Bracken didn't know if he was immune or not, so going down to some alerted zombies could be a death wish. He pushed past her and started climbing up the fire escape. He kept climbing until he reached the top floor; they would have to go through and find a ladder to reach the roof. Thankfully the window had been left open, and he was able to crawl in. It appeared to be an office room, and immediately his scavenging instinct kicked in. He looked around at all the rows of desks and supplies, looking for zombies. If there were any, then they would be laying down behind some of the desks.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 2, 2014 0:28:54 GMT
Amelia climbed up behind him, climbing into the window. Amelia could tell Bracken was checking for zombies so she started sifting through the drawers of the office. "Hmm...anything useful, I wander..." She murmured to herself. Files, files, files....paper clips, paper, and absolutely nothing of use to them. Actually....those paper clips could come in handy if they needed to pick a lock. Se took a package of them and slipped them in the front pocket of her black backpack."Found something we could use to pick locks." She grinned, looking up through light blue eyes.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 2, 2014 0:33:46 GMT
Bracken looked over, giving a quick nod at the paperclips. He quietly walked over to one of the workspaces, then picked up one of the phones. He opened up the back and dumped out a couple of batteries. He immediately shoved them into his pocket; working batteries were valuable. He didn't know if they were still charged, but it would be helpful. "Batteries," he said over his shoulder, checking another phone, but finding that there weren't any batteries in it. He sighed sadly. "We weren't the first ones here," he grumbled.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 2, 2014 0:46:04 GMT
Amelia frowned, sighing. "I'm not surprised." She walked over to where he stood. She found a locked drawer in the desk he'd been going through and picked the lock with a paper clip. She pulled out a woman's purse. "Hm..." She opened it up and smiled, pulling out a set of car keys. "Well, if we need quick getaway, that's covered. If the car works still, that is." She grinned. "Mercedes too."
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Post by Confetti on Feb 2, 2014 0:50:23 GMT
Bracken turned his head to look at her, thinking whether driving would be a good idea. It would be fine for avoiding zombies, but it would easily attract the attention of bandits. Although he didn't argue, as it would certainly make travel much easier. He walked over to her, looking over her shoulder and into the purse. "Does she have a lighter? Maybe some cough drops?" he asked curiously. Lady's purses were always a good source of supplies.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 2, 2014 0:57:07 GMT
Amelia dug around "Not a smoker, but there are some cough drops." She handed the bag up to him and dug around some more. "Looks like safety pins and a sewing kit too. Oh! Aspirin." Amelia grinned in triumph. She pulled out a book of matches. "How about that." She smiled. "No light, but she's got matches and a box of Bandaids." Amelia looked up at Bracken. "This woman was prepared for just about everything."
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Post by Confetti on Feb 2, 2014 1:05:09 GMT
Bracken grinned at the supplies she found, but then frowned a little. While the woman had been prepared for just about everything, she obvious wasn't prepared to be turned into a zombie. Either that, or she had been immune, but ended up being mauled to death. He shuddered a little, hating the depressing thoughts. He looked over to the desk and grabbed a stack of papers, then tucked it under his arm. Then he walked over and picked up one of the wooden office chairs. "We can use these to make a fire," he suggested, looking over at Amelia. He would much rather cook the cat before eating it.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 2, 2014 1:09:18 GMT
Amelia nodded. "We'll eat like kings tonight." Her eyes were dancing with excitement at having not only found someone for company, but also something she could eat. "I've got a knife to skin it with too." She smiled. "So, we won't have to eat fur." She took the cat off her belt. "It's really sad to think about why this cat is such a good weight." What had it been eating? Rats? Dead bodies? She shivered at the thought. Her heart sank as she imagined how this cat's owner would've held it by a fireplace and petted it. Fed it gourmet cat food. But, that was before the Apocalypse, and now, even Humans were lucky to find something as good as a cat to eat.
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