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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Jul 7, 2010 6:38:46 GMT -5
4.00 AM
"Urrrghhhhhhhhhhh..."
Kay wanted to roll over and fall back asleep, but she DID need to pee. She really shouldn't have drank all that Beam right before she fell asleep. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her bladder sloshed threateningly.
Kay gave in and groggily slouched out of bed, rubbing one eye. She turned her lamp on and shuffled out the door, trying not to wake anyone. She made her way to the bathroom fairly easily, having made the journey about a hundred times both in pitch darkness and in daylight.
"Shit."
Kay flipped the switch of the bathroom light a few more times, as if by some miracle it would spontaneously work again.
Guess I'll just have to piss in the dark.
She managed fine to get into a cubicle, albeit she almost missed the toilet seat when she sat down.
Drlllinggllliiissssshhhh drindle lllllsssssss. Drip. Drip.
It's funny how much louder your pee sounds when you're peeing in the dark.
Kay clumsily wiped in the dark, then hoisted her shorts up. Washing her hands might be slightly trickier.
Walking across the darkened floor, her sock was suddenly very wet and her leg almost came away from her.
She grabbed the radiator to support herself. Eventually she made her way over to the cold, hard porcelain sink.
Her big hand wrapped around the tap.
"Ewww." Something disgusting and slimy went all over her hand.
Fuck this I'm going back to my room. I have hand sanitiser in there.
Kay, in a huff at the girls' lack of respect for the toilets, marched back to her room. She could see the weak, watery yellow lamp light seeping out of the open doorway.
"Unnnnnggrrrr..."
Kay stopped dead in her tracks. She squinted into the darkened corridor. She could vaguely make out the shape of a human.
"Er, who's that?" Kay called out, still squinting.
"RRrrrrnnnnngggg..." The person lumbered round to look at Kay.
"What are you- WHOA!"
It suddenly ran. It's mouth was wide, and hands out clawing like a beast. When it's face came into the light, Kay gasped, jumping into her room and slamming the door. She leant against it as the ... thing hammered at it.
"Oh my god." Kay breathed, eyes wide. "This is a nightmare."
She squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again. She looked down at her hand. Red, sticky residue coated her palm where she'd grabbed the tap. In horror, her eyes traced down toward her foot. Her green sock was covered in the same stuff.
Blood.
"OH MY GOD."
The hammering at the door had stopped. She heard dragging, shuffling footsteps lead away from her room. She leapt up and grabbed her cell phone, catapulting back with her back to the door immediately. She tapped through her contacts.
"Beatrice."
The phone rang what seemed like an infinite amount of times before she answered, sounding distant and tired.
"What is it, Kay... I don't wanna help you study... it's ten past... four."
"Beatrice. Bea, you NEED to wake up. There's ZOMBIES in Bullworth."
"Wh-What? Kay, go back to sleep, I'm not in the mood..."
"Beatrice, you've GOT to listen to me! Barricade your door!"
"Bye Kay," Beatrice snapped, hanging up.
Kay tried to phone again, but Beatrice had turned her phone off.
People won't believe you...
Who's just crazy enough to believe you? Kay could think of a few people, but first she had to phone Bucky. The zombie that had attacked her... looked like... Constantinos. Which meant the boy's dorm was already hit... Maybe.
He answered after only a few rings.
"Bucky!"
"KAY!"
"Bucky, are you alright?!"
"Barely,"
"Zombies?"
"Zombies."
He sounded kind of in shock.
"Bucky, I need you to listen and follow my instructions carefully. Barricade yourself in-"
"Way ahead of ya Kay!" It was Melvin's voice. "Me, Bucky, Fatty, Algie and Thad are here. We've secured my dorm room as best we can."
"What about the others?" Kay demanded. "they're not..?"
"Don't know. Last we heard of Earnest, he was over at the observatory. Donald stayed last night at Dragon's wing... I think the others are probably with those two."
"Okay, I'm gonna try and find and wake Bea. I'll call you guys later,"
"Good luck, fellow warrior,"
"Same for you, Paladin."
Kay hung up and pounded her forehead with her palm. Which other girls were insane enough to believe this shit...?
"Hey Judith, sorry for waking you, but get the fuck up outta bed now."
"Wha-? Kay? What the hell... It's... Dark."
"Judith you gotta listen to and believe me. There's fucking zombies in Bullworth."
"K-"
"Judith Rosenberg. Do you not think i've seen, played and read enough zombie themed media to know this shit?"
"I think you've seen, played and read too much, Kay,"
"You're my last hope Judith-"
"AAAAAEEEEEEIIIIIIII OH MY FUCKING GOD."
Kay stopped talking. It had come from down the hall.
"What was that?" Judith breathed.
"Someone finding our Zombie pal by the sounds of it." Kay breathed. "Find something to shove in front of your room door. Get a weapon and sit tight. Oh and and wake and inform your room-mate,"
"Uhh... okay." Judith replied, before hanging up.
Kay's zombie addled mind went into over drive. Clothes, supplied, weapons. She swiftly hauled her dresser over to the door to block it shut and then wrenched it open.
She pulled on her thickest pair of jeans and a few zippers.
"Sorry high tops, this is a job for painful army surplus boots," She muttered, kicking her sneakers across the room. She changed out of her bloody socks and into a new thicker pair. The reason she never wore her combat boots was because they hurt her feet like a bitch. But the occasion called.
Kay mulled for a second over the fact that she had no weapons and no protective clothing apart from two fire crackers and a half-empty spud gun.
"Need to get to the Gym at some point." Kay murmured.
There was another scream outside from someone else.
Oh GOD.
((Yeah, y'all can love me. Okay, we need for starters, two screamers outside (Girls) and Judy's room-mate (Female, obv) guys in the boy's dorm where the breakout has started. Everyone else can just post whatever. Also, I had the nerds be the most easy to persuade [with the exception of Bea, who's too logical] since they'd be obsessed with Sci-Fi.))
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Post by Memai on Jul 7, 2010 8:44:29 GMT -5
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP PLEASE HELP US PLEASE PLEASE!"
It had been a stressful day, exams were being crammed down students' throats throughout the week, the only good thing coming out of the day was that Roxy seemed to have finally gotten comfortable enough with Angie to spend all night studying and talking about boys.
"Man, I hate it when Mr. Slawter gives all this work! I can't catch up!"
"Oh, it's alright, I can help. But I agree, he's giving out a lot of work lately. Wonder why?"
"Ugh, I don't care, why can't like... some stupid zombie apocalypse happen so I don't have to take these tests ever?"
"That's a bit extreme, isn't it?"
"Well, that's the only way I can think ofAHHHHHOHMYGOD THE WINDOW ROX CLOSE THE WINDOW!"
There was a horrible sight of a mangled looking creature that looked eerily like Mrs. Peabody clawing at the window, until Angie had thrown a chair at it and closed the window in haste.
The girls had barricaded themselves in the room, screaming when they heard banging against their door.
"PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP US!" Roxy was in tears now.
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Post by AshHavynn on Jul 7, 2010 9:39:47 GMT -5
Phones were ringing everywhere. Some students were asleep, their phones turned off. Some had dropped them in the flight. Some still were on busy lines.
Some were already dead.
"FUCCCCCCCCK!" REL Wigglesworth ran as fast as she could (which in her luck, was faster than she was strong), clutching her ferret down the hallway of the boy's dorm. What looked like the remains of Ivan were dripping sloppily out of the trash can by the way of the door.
Note to self: Do not hide in trash cans. They WILL find you.
...Not that REL would hide in a trash can, anyway.
Tonight was just supposed to be a nice night. Exams were coming up, classes were in jeopardy of being failed, and it was time to wrap herself around the finger of some smart, socially deprived student to compromise for it. The victim had been easy enough, it was just Donald. Clothes weren't even coming off for this one and REL knew she could probably get away with just a kiss on the cheek if she pulled it off smoothly. Homework done, Exams passed. Easy.
"I never really get to spend any time with you," she'd purred, not discussing the point that she'd never really wanted to spend time with him before. "We should hang out some time," close in for a whisper, "get to know each other a little better." Lola Lombardi did it, REL did it, it was just natural survival. "Come onnnnn, Donald~ Just tell your friends your staying over at that comic book store. They don't have to know about you dipping into higher social circles. It can be a secret... Between you... and me..." Insert suggestive smile and cut.
The plan had been simple: A bag of butter and salt free popcorn, some cheesy black-and-white horror film with a deformed kind of person as the spotlight character, dive into his arms at all the scary parts, giggle and act embarrassed, call him brave, handsome, and chivalrous (those were the words the Nerds liked best), date over.
The expected courses of action did NOT include third wheels banging on the door at absurd hours of the night, interrupting monster movie fest. Nor did it include Donald deciding to ANSWER, or the perpetrator being a quickly decaying mound of swollen flesh hungry for Donald's innards. A shame they hadn't chosen a zombie flick, because REL was not culturally trained to deal with these things. Her escape was narrow, grabbing a volcano 2000 and lighting it and throwing it like it would explode as a grenade... Truth be told, climbing out the window while the beast preoccupied itself with the slim pickin's of the nerd at hand would have been a better way to get out... Throwing things at them tended to make them angry, and more lustful for your own, meatless body. But the explosive managed to go off and REL managed to scramble out with her weasel, and now the next sane option automatically seemed to be Harrington House.
And that would have been where she was going. If the courtyard dividing the school from the dorms hadn't been blocked. By a vicious evil horrifying blood thirsty and flesh eating enormous zombie ATTACK DOG OH GOD JESUS GET IT AWAY FROM ME
Chester. Chester has always been faster than REL. Death in fur (and carrion skin) was on the loose to end REL's life, and she would but narrowly escaped, when she tripped onto the pavement like the horror flick diva she was, if the sharp, rancid teeth hadn't missed her neck and instead dug into the screeching mink-like creature wrapped around it. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST NO," were the words, shrill and ear-splitting, that next echoed through the school's surroundings, but in favor of her own life, the prep fled from demonic doggy doom and towards the next obvious escape: The girl's dorm.
Why the fuck do they lock the gate during the night? What GOOD does that do me in this sort of situation? It just seems counter product---OH FUCK, PEABODY.
Screams could be heard from the hallway, inside rooms. Screams were offered in exchange, in a beautiful, migraine inducing chorus of "OH BLOODY FUCK JESUS HELP SOMEBODY FUCKING HELP ME AAAIIIIIIIIEEH!"
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Post by DJKID on Jul 7, 2010 11:25:30 GMT -5
Behind closed doors, beneath tangled sheets, two lovers were exchanging hushed whispers, meant only for the others ears, in a language only they understood, as is typical of individuals engulfed in passion.
It was not uncommon for Willene Silverberg to sneak out of G9 in the middle of the night. Nor was it uncommon for Chaplin Mano to be up at some ridiculous hour of the morning on top of another human being. Somehow, these two events had crossed paths and turned into habits. Willene had begun to make a point out of waiting in Chaplin's bedroom, like a dog eagerly awaiting its master. The athlete had begun to make it a point to not keep him waiting long.
Both boys had their shirts off, hands caressing and holding, both in half-awake dazes. Chaplin cupped the frailer boys hips-
"Stop that."
An annoyed sigh. The rough hands returned to petting the small waist. Will was in one of his "ene" moods tonight. Like a fucking girl on her period. Touching, kissing, teasing - no keep your hands to yourself. Chaplin reminded himself that he couldn't complain, just having Will in his bed at all was an accomplishment.
"Go to sleep."
That must've been the fourth time he'd said that tonight. Of course, it was ignored in favor of more kissing.
"Tests."
"Yeah, brah, I get it."
Fuck. Normally when lovers were on the verge of engaging in a night of passion they'd ask: Do you have a condom? Will asks: Did you finish your homework? Attend all of your classes? What is the square root of 25? God damnit.
Suddenly, there was pounding at the door, tearing both from their private world.
"Shit!"
The Jock glanced at the bedside clock.
Who in the hell... ?
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Post by Memai on Jul 7, 2010 11:54:29 GMT -5
It didn't take long for either one of the boys to decide that the Boys' Dorm was infested with some hellish legion of zombie student monsters. And lucky for Will Silverberg, having a Jock as a bed partner had more advantage than extra endurance; he had baseball bats and football helmets.
Chaplin gave Will the helmet; "You're smart, brah, can't afford to have that pretty head eaten off, eh?"
While he took the baseball bat, he could swing some helpless zombie demon child out of the way; like how he swiped some tiny Melody zombie away from his ankles as Will and himself escaped via the windows.
"We gotta head to the gym!"
"What for? We need to find survivors!"
"Fuck that shit, babe, we need fucking weapons! C'mon!"
(( EDIT: Assume Roxy has assembled some medical kit while being holed up in her room ;D In case anyone's coming in to save her and Ange XD ))
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Post by zimie on Jul 7, 2010 16:28:07 GMT -5
What time is it..... 4:15?! I haven't slept a wink!
Chloe rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. She was nervous. She had a test later that day, but didn't bother doing anything about it. She was failing Math and this test was going to help a bit. Chloe rolled onto her side looking out the window.
Why does it have to be soo dark
She rolled the covers over her head, until she heard something outside her door. There was scratching noises... then moaning. Chloe thought maybe it was someone doing some nasty things in front of her.
"Can you please do that somewhere else" she yelled out. The noise stopped for a moment. Then she heard another noise.
Was that... a scream?
Chloe got out of her bed, slowly walking towards the door. But she stopped, terrified in her step.
"Hello!?" she said with fear in her voice. Then she heard another scream, this time, more louder and frightening. The scream was blood curdling. Chloe looked down and saw blood started to seep under her door. The door started to shake rapidly, like someone wanted in. The screams and the moans got louder, and so did the scratching.
She started to hear students in the hall.
"ZOMBIES!!" one said. Chloe eyes widen and her mouth dropped in terror. She saw her armoire and ran to it. She opened it and started to pull everything off the bottom of the biggest part of the armoire. She got inside and shut the door. She crouch down, still hearing the noise, put her hands over her ears.
"THIS IS JUST A BAD DREAM, THIS IS JUST A BAD DREAM, THIS IS JUST A BAD DREAM!" she kept chanting.
Then she heard the door open.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Jul 7, 2010 19:15:36 GMT -5
((AWWW Chloe <3))
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Post by professorpineapple on Jul 15, 2010 15:29:58 GMT -5
"Stevie, Stevie!"
The fourteen-year-old squinted sleepily in the darkness. His bed shook violently, and for a moment he found it quite lovely. From behind the door, the sounds of a scuffle could be heard - which wasn't uncommon in the Bullworth Boy's Dorm. Then, he heard the screams. That was a little weird.
Lance Jackson seized him by the arm, jerked him violently into a sitting position. Stevie yawned, rubbing his shoulder. The taller boy looked down at him, his eyes wide.
"Come on, man, we gotta get out of here!"
Stevie's eyes swept the room, adjusting to the darkness. A chair had been wedged under the door handle, and the clock on his nightstand read just past 4AM.
"What..."
"Everyone's going crazy!" Lance lifted his arm, revealing a raw, red wound. "Dan fucking bit me, man!"
That was all Stevie needed to hear. He tugged on his trademark knit cap, and stuffed his cigarette case into the back of his wrinkled jeans. Lance threw open the window as Stevie groped around on his nightstand for his lighter. His fingers brushed against it, but knocked over a round metal canister, that clattered noisily to the floor. At first, he thought it was a can of spray paint, but then he noticed the girlish, powder-blue label. Air freshener.
"Stevie, come on!" Lance hissed.
Stevie grabbed the can, and crammed the lighter into his pocket. His roommate sat in the opened window, one leg in, one leg out. The bite mark caught the moonlight and glistened. Stevie hesitated. Lance looked alright now, but...
The smaller boy charged, flung himself at the not-yet zombie. Lance cried out, and the pair toppled out onto the pavement. Stevie bolted.
"Sorry, sorry!" he shouted over his shoulder. A little too loudly - from the front of the school, two crouching figures looked up. For a moment, Stevie felt almost relieved. Trent and Davis. He scurried towards them, then skidded to a halt. Blood dripped from their mouths, coated the fronts of their white polo shirts. On the ground between them, something twitched a gurgled.
FFFFFFFFFF
"EVIL-DOERS!!"
Seth Kolbe charged onto the scene, seemingly out of nowhere, swinging what appeared to be an old football trophy. The trophy came down on the two undead Bullies, and with loud cracks they fell. The hulking Prefect then turned, his uniform splotched with dark stains. He looked happier than Stevie had ever seen him.
The boy held up his hands in surrender. "Not infected," he said.
Seth looked him over, his trophy half-raised. They were quiet for a moment, before the Prefect gave a defeated sigh. "Fine. Come on, maggot."
Stevie cracked a small smile, grateful. He scurried to the Prefect's side, clutching his can of air freshener. His only defense, though he couldn't quite remember what he'd grabbed it for.
An ear-splitting shriek exploded from the direction of the Girls' Dorm. Almost automatically, Seth charged toward the noise, with Stevie following close behind.
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Post by Memai on Jul 20, 2010 10:19:53 GMT -5
Silence was all Roxanne Smith and Angie Ng could hear, huddled together in the corner of their dorm room; it was frightening. There was always the faint sound of claws against the wooden floorboards, distant screams trailing off, time to time there would be an explosion of sound and action.
But all they could do was close their eyes, hold on to each other and pray for it to be over.
Roxy had managed to scrounge up a very basic medical kit; bandages, antibiotics, those sewing kits fancy London hotels liked to give out, cotton, gauze, and of course, tape (just in case the sewing kit had run out of thread).
This is hopeless! The little blonde literally, saw her life flash by her eyes every time she braved a peek at the dark, empty room, staring helplessly as she made out figures from the crack below her door.
"What are we going to do?" Angie sobbed, "I didn't mean it, Rox. I really, really didn't!"
"Angie, please..."
They've learned to stop screaming; screaming attracted unwanted attention, screaming flagged down zombies clawing at their door. Hiding away in the darkness gave off the impression that they were both figments of nothingness.
Zombies didn't find 'nothingness' particularly delicious anyway.
It felt like hours to them, though quick glances at the little digital clock glowing in the darkness proved otherwise.
'Only minutes passing by, why can't morning just come and I can wake up from this horrible nightmare?'
"...hello?"
Both girls held each other closer, squeezing their eyes shut, trying not to let their pathetic crying grow louder than hushed whispers. Hearts racing and thoughts flashing.
"I don't think there's anyone here anymore."
"Be quiet, maggot!"
'Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god!'
The door creaked open, their hearts sunk.
Stevie didn't understand why this particular brand of apocalypse had to happen, a nuclear holocaust seemed a little bit nicer now, at least other human beings weren't lunging their deformed selves to get a nibble off your face.
Or something like that.
He had found a door so badly scratched up and clawed, he figured whoever stayed in the room must've put a good fight. Seth had ordered him to budge it open, just to see what might be in there; he reluctantly agreed after the prefect threatened to feed him to the zombies himself.
The door, naturally, was barricaded, and would only open so much, but he was small and took advantage of it, sliding and squeezing his way in.
Immediately, he could feel the terror soak every inch of his bones.
"Hello? Is there anyone alive? We're looking for survivors."
And then, a tiny, tiny little English voice, "... survivors?"
(( TL;DR: Seth and Stevie found Roxy and Angie, you now have acquired a medic and the token Asian girl :'D ))
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Jul 20, 2010 19:00:29 GMT -5
((make way for the bad-ass))
On hearing the sound of human, coherent voices, Kay wrenched the door open, holding aloft a telescope she'd dug out a closet and in her other hand, her spud gun. She looked up and down the corridor, which was empty apart from a bully Kay despised, being natural clique enemies, and a prefect. Was there no justice?
"Oh holy mother of fuck," Kay grunted.
"Are you a zombie?" Seth demanded.
"Urgh," Kay snarled. "Are you a fuckwit?"
"I'll write you up for that!" He hissed.
"Yeah, so you will." Kay replied, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Shush, you'll attract their attention. Roxy. Roxy, open the door, it's Kay."
There was a brief shuffling and Roxy and Angie's terror stricken faces appeared.
"We need to get out of Bullworth. Let's go. Now. Forget all your stuff, we've got to get to the nearest port and get across the sea or something."
"How do you know that?!" Angie breathed.
"I basically AM Ken Foree. Let's get the fuck out of here."
"The dad from Keenan and Kel?" Stevie piped up.
"... I was more thinking from Dawn of the fucking Dead. We're not dealing with Orange soda here, idiot,"
"Nerd..."
Kay rolled her eyes and grabbed the girls, sidling down the walls of the dormitories. Good thing she knew this place so well, even in the dark.
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Post by professorpineapple on Jul 21, 2010 14:35:47 GMT -5
((You guys write Stevie so well <3 You're both wonderful))
Stevie followed close behind the big Nerd, air-freshener can in hand. With the other, he fished his lighter from his back pocket, just in case. He still couldn't remember just what it was for, though.
The group crept along in silence for a while, single-file, feeling their way along the walls. Even in this darkness, Stevie could make out the absurdly pink color of the wallpaper. Except now, there were big, dark stains spattered across it every now and then. Stevie told himself it was the aftermath of an all-girls' mud-fight that had occurred during one of their many slumber parties.
Out of nowhere came a gurgle moan, and a zombified Pinky Harrington sprung from the darkness. Angie and the little English one shrieked, and Seth batted it away with a mighty swing of his trophy. The trendy zombie fell back, and lay still for a moment before heaving itself up awkwardly. Stevie remembered what his can was for. He raised his lighter.
A flick of metal, a hiss of cherry-blossom scent, then fire.
The blue silk nightgown caught instantly, spreading over the undead Prep. It hardly seemed to notice, getting to its fuzzy-slippered feet. The smoke alarm screamed and flashed bright red. Pinky advanced.
((That isn't how air-freshener works (probably), but I'm just gonna pretend it does, 'kay?))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Aug 8, 2010 1:10:14 GMT -5
Terrance was at Gord's side, for once actually enjoying the boy's presence. The one left alone was always the first dead.
"You know, if we live through this maybe we ca--" An elbow in the ribs shut the brunette up. Couldn't he tell they were about to DIE?!
Terrance pulled the boy to the window. He hated that he did it, but he couldn't allow Bryce into the room. It was too risky. And now the boy was a zombie too. He was sure he had left, but there was one more at the door, and no telling how many outside.
I can't believe they got Bryce... he was a great poker player.
The sound of the door knob rattling made both boys scream in terror.
"We must get out of here!!" Terrance cried, looking around the room in terror. There was no way out. They were trapped. Another look around drew his attention to the window. He shook Gord's arm, pointing to the window. "We can climb out there! We'll drop into the dumpster!!
Gord gave him a look of horror, "Are you MAD?! That is DISGUSTING!!!"
Suddenly Gord was smacked across the face. Terrance glared at him, "If you want to die that's fine by me but I am jumping with or without you!!" The blond cried. He pushed Gord back and pushed open the window, looking down at the dumpster three stories below. Terrance gulped and hopped up onto the window sill, looked back at Gord, and jumped down.
At the sound of another loud groan, Gord looked out the window, down to the dumpster. "I've changed my mind, darling!!" And he jumped into the dumpster.
((It sucks but my... second post in months XD But I couldn't pass it up. Even in life-death situations Gord is thinking of sex and his clothes :3))
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Post by beyondhelp101 on Aug 9, 2010 0:21:22 GMT -5
"There." Charlie stepped back to admire her work. She had been looking forward to making her mark on her new school since she'd arrived a few weeks ago. The simple,delicate orange and red flower took up most of the gym door, and her opinion made the plain, boring look better. Sure, her work wasn't vulgar or flashy, but Charlie painted the way she wanted too. After having made sure every detail was perfect, the new student shoved her paint cans and bandanna into her bag. Charlie stood up and turned around. Standing a few feet behind her was a person . She stumbled back, startled "Fuck! You scared me." Charlie said, laughing nervously. She hadn't heard them walk up. The dark figure didn't reply, only stepping towards her. What is up with this guy? He looked drunk. As he came closer, she finally noticed it. This was a kid she had seen before, maybe from one of her classes, and he was soaked in deep red blood. The girl screamed. What's wrong with him?! He's covered in blood!! She backed up, but soon found cold hard brick at her back."Shit" Charlie cursed. The frightened girl groped around the wall next to her, hoping to find anything to defend herself with, but found nothing. As the bloody boy neared closer, Charlie started to panic. In desperation, she threw her bag at him, and ran as fast as she could. I have to get back to my dorm! Maybe I could barricade the door or something! As she rounded the corner, she saw more bloody students, walking slowly towards her, moaning loudly. Charlie turned and ran towards the field, almost falling as she flew down the stairs. Glancing around, the girl saw a tall tree beside the vast football field. The brunette sprinted for the tree, checking over her shoulder for her pursuers. Two or three of the homicidal students were making there way down the stairs, their blood curdling moans filling the chilly night air. Charlie turned her attention back to the tree and started climbing. It was slow making her way up. Tree branches kept catching her hair and uniform. The bark scrapped her legs and arms."Fuck my life." Charlie sighed as she adjusted herself on the wobbly branch. I'm stuck in a tree, surrounded by crazy, blood soaked maniacs. She looked down dismally at her new entourage, which only made the lone girl feel even worse. I could be here awhile....(So this is my very first post, and I was really nervous about putting it up. Any pointers are appreciated. Thanks! and I probably should have asked sooner, but what time of year is it?)
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Post by Memai on Feb 15, 2011 11:47:44 GMT -5
(( Why is THIS RP dead? D:< ))
Zombiefied Pinky crept closer and closer to the group; Seth and Kay were all for fighting the zombie prep head on, then head out an find some semblance of sanity and safety. Roxy and Angie were more geared towards finding an exit and running off like the scared schoolgirls they were. Stevie just really wanted to light that can again, it looked cool and smelled fresh.
But regardless of what decision was about to be made, they were slowly being rained on and the glaring red emergency light made the surroundings all the more horrifying.
"YAHHHHHH!" Seth let out a brutish battle cry, swinging around the trophy in an attempt to intimidate the zombie.
Then Angie came on by swinging possibly the largest textbook they had ever seen, over the head of Pinky Zombie-Gauthier, and swiping her pretty little head off her neck. Sure, she may have looked 'dead', but in the frenzied and panicked minds of the group, all they might've known was that she'd be right back up and chasing them still.
The group advanced down the hallway and through the building, swinging textbooks and lighting cherry air freshners. It was a rush they'd never felt before, screaming and fighting and running their way through sprinklers and flashing red ceiling lights. The hallways and stairways seemed to go on forever, the constant fear of being preyed on growing more and more.
Then they hit the exit and felt the cool night air on their skin. Suddenly, it was over, suddenly, it was quiet. Suddenly, there was a small feeling of relief.
"There!" Angie, along with the help of Roxy, barricaded the exit they had come from with the large potted plants that used to decorate the back doors of the dorms, "That'll stop them for a while." But a single scratching of the door along with the ungraceful sound of decaying flesh slamming against the door was all it took for the group to be reminded of the dangers they were in for.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
Kay whipped around, eyes growing wide in shock, "ROXY! MOTHERFUCKER!"
A zombie ferret had found its way to Roxy's face, but the little English girl was doing a passable job at keeping the hungry slither of fur and teeth off her face.
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Feb 15, 2011 15:05:57 GMT -5
(( Why is THIS RP dead? D:< )) (( I laughed at the irony *is still waiting for a certain reply* ))
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