Post by cheshacatt on Apr 7, 2011 14:07:12 GMT -5
Zombies.
Like, actually zombies.
... Shit, what do I do now?
Judith had been sitting as quietly as she possibly could on her bed for a long time. There was endless noise flooding through the dorms, but Judith was in deep thought, intense mental preparation and rather a state of worry. Every zombie movie she'd ever watched came flooding back to her, but the only advice she could garner from them was don't go into malls or the woods, which wasn't really a problem right now.
Her mind quickly switched on to zombies. Were they shambling, rotting corpses, or the quick infected kind? Was it GM crops? Toxic waste? Freakin' mutant wasps?! Whatever it was, she couldn't ponder over it any longer; a long, shrill scream and the slow thud of undead footsteps jerked her back into the waking world. Without thinking, she got up, being careful to stay silent, and tiptoed around the room preparing and gathering essentials. Boots were a must, her longest pair of jeans and many socks were as sturdy as she'd get, and her big black hoodie was essential for warmth. Sad as it made her, she realised her skates were heavy and would probably be more bother than good, so she left them, quietly promising to return and get them later. As she grabbed a tiny bike light she'd used once before the ancient metal frame was stolen, she needed one more thing, and one thing she couldn't seem to find, which was now increasingly worrying as the footsteps were getting closer.
Oh no.
Hurrying, she began to look around. Staying quiet was getting harder. Why didn't she have the foresight to get into team sports? Then she'd at least have a baseball bat or something! She froze as the shuffling got unbearably close, then slowed. Frantically, her eyes darted about the room. She looked instinctively at the desk for something sharp, but finding nothing, her sight was drawn up to see the curtain, hanging on - mercy of mercies - a wrought iron curtain rail held in place by crumbling plaster. However, it was still plaster, and getting it down would make a lot of noise, but it was either get it down or stay and wait to be eaten.
Without a second thought, she jumped onto the desk, got a firm hold on the curtain rail, and pulled with all the strength she had. She winced as the plaster cracked unbearably loudly, and hearing whatever it was outside stop, she pulled harder.
Come on, come on, come on![/i]
Just as there was a scratch at the door, the curtain rail came away from the wall and Judith fell to the floor in a cloud of plaster dust and a tangle of curtains. Struggling to get up, she tore the pink material away from the rail just in time to come face to face with a shambling Nurse McRae, bite mark still visible and ugly on her forearm, white uniform stained red, spreading out to pink. Perhaps she'd had to tend to an infected student? Regardless, she was coming towards Judith with open jaws and empty eyes. Judith took a deep breath.
"Forgive me," she muttered quietly before taking a swing at the zombie. Luckily, she wasn't too strong before she changed, so she went down easily. As she lay twitching on the floor, Judith decided no chances would be taken. She forced the heavy metal end of the pole into McRae's head as hard as she could, causing blood to splatter. Nurse McRae lay still.
Feeling the weight of what she'd just done, Judith clamped a hand over her mouth. After stumbling to the corner of the room and unceremoniously vomiting, she straightened up, a little embarrassed, regained her composure and made her way out of the dorm, keeping check for other zombies and trying to block out the shrill fire alarm.
Find Kay. Find safety. Get out.
((Sorry for looooooooooooong post! Hope it's alright.)
Like, actually zombies.
... Shit, what do I do now?
Judith had been sitting as quietly as she possibly could on her bed for a long time. There was endless noise flooding through the dorms, but Judith was in deep thought, intense mental preparation and rather a state of worry. Every zombie movie she'd ever watched came flooding back to her, but the only advice she could garner from them was don't go into malls or the woods, which wasn't really a problem right now.
Her mind quickly switched on to zombies. Were they shambling, rotting corpses, or the quick infected kind? Was it GM crops? Toxic waste? Freakin' mutant wasps?! Whatever it was, she couldn't ponder over it any longer; a long, shrill scream and the slow thud of undead footsteps jerked her back into the waking world. Without thinking, she got up, being careful to stay silent, and tiptoed around the room preparing and gathering essentials. Boots were a must, her longest pair of jeans and many socks were as sturdy as she'd get, and her big black hoodie was essential for warmth. Sad as it made her, she realised her skates were heavy and would probably be more bother than good, so she left them, quietly promising to return and get them later. As she grabbed a tiny bike light she'd used once before the ancient metal frame was stolen, she needed one more thing, and one thing she couldn't seem to find, which was now increasingly worrying as the footsteps were getting closer.
Oh no.
Hurrying, she began to look around. Staying quiet was getting harder. Why didn't she have the foresight to get into team sports? Then she'd at least have a baseball bat or something! She froze as the shuffling got unbearably close, then slowed. Frantically, her eyes darted about the room. She looked instinctively at the desk for something sharp, but finding nothing, her sight was drawn up to see the curtain, hanging on - mercy of mercies - a wrought iron curtain rail held in place by crumbling plaster. However, it was still plaster, and getting it down would make a lot of noise, but it was either get it down or stay and wait to be eaten.
Without a second thought, she jumped onto the desk, got a firm hold on the curtain rail, and pulled with all the strength she had. She winced as the plaster cracked unbearably loudly, and hearing whatever it was outside stop, she pulled harder.
Come on, come on, come on![/i]
Just as there was a scratch at the door, the curtain rail came away from the wall and Judith fell to the floor in a cloud of plaster dust and a tangle of curtains. Struggling to get up, she tore the pink material away from the rail just in time to come face to face with a shambling Nurse McRae, bite mark still visible and ugly on her forearm, white uniform stained red, spreading out to pink. Perhaps she'd had to tend to an infected student? Regardless, she was coming towards Judith with open jaws and empty eyes. Judith took a deep breath.
"Forgive me," she muttered quietly before taking a swing at the zombie. Luckily, she wasn't too strong before she changed, so she went down easily. As she lay twitching on the floor, Judith decided no chances would be taken. She forced the heavy metal end of the pole into McRae's head as hard as she could, causing blood to splatter. Nurse McRae lay still.
Feeling the weight of what she'd just done, Judith clamped a hand over her mouth. After stumbling to the corner of the room and unceremoniously vomiting, she straightened up, a little embarrassed, regained her composure and made her way out of the dorm, keeping check for other zombies and trying to block out the shrill fire alarm.
Find Kay. Find safety. Get out.
((Sorry for looooooooooooong post! Hope it's alright.)