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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/14/2017 4:01:59 PM
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The group turned the corner to see a larger room ahead. There was a gated door wide open and they sprinted for it. The dead were right behind them, but then they heard a terrifying scream.
"AHHH! NO, NO!" Brigitte let out. As Isaac turned he saw the woman get grabbed by her hair by one of the dead. Tyrell stopped for a moment and looked, but then he continued to run. The dead sank their teeth into Brigitte and she was pulled into the horde in a red mist.
"BRIG! NO!" Harold let out.
"God dammit run you idiots!" Tyrell scolded as he ran past the group and through the gated doorway. It seemed that Brigitte slowed the horde down for a moment....
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"B-By God.." Isaac muttered, before- "RUN, DAMNIT!" Arianna's yell kicked him back into action, as Isaac then returned to running. This time, with all of the vigor that he could manage - he didn't want to suffer the same fate as Brigette.
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The entire group made it through the gated door quickly and Tyrell closed it shut. He barred the rusty iron gate as the horde ran into the bars and shook the rust right off of it. The creatures tried to claw their way in but the old door held them back. They were safe. For now.
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Isaac sighed, as he pressed his back against the concrete wall of the sewer. Already, one member of their party was dead...hopefully Harold, Arianna, and himself would stay safe. "...We ought to keep moving, once we catch our breaths.." Arianna muttered, sighing after a moment. Standing still and doing nothing was...well, irritating to her.
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"Agh, fu[i]c[/i]k!" Damien cursed as he fell to the ground. He was pale and his eyes were becoming darker. "Dad!" Harold exclaimed as he tried to hold his father up. "God dammit this isn't good." Damien cursed. He looked sick, and he was shaking. "What's wrong with him?!" Ronda asked. "F--blam!-ing blood loss is all." Damien told her. "Don't worry about it. I... No. No scratch fu[i]c[/i]king that. I'm not moving." "What do you mean you ain't moving?!" Harold asked. "Come on! We have to go!" "NO!" Damien yelled. "I...am only gunna slow you down. You need to get to the castle. Put an end to the bastard who started this." "He's right." Tyrell said. "He'll only slow us down." "YA RIGHT." Ronda yelled at Tyrell. "You just want to use him as bait like you used Brigitte don't you?!" "I don't know-" "Yes you do! You could've save her but ya didn't you bastard!" "SHUT UP!" Harold yelled. The dead outside seemed riled up and Ari noticed That one of the bars was becoming loose from the ceiling. "We aren't leaving anyone! We can get pa to the castle and kick some ass! I know we can!" "Start looking at the facts Harold!" Tyrell yelled. "Look at your pa! He's a mess! If you have any love in your heart you'd put a bullet in em now!" "You bastard!" Harold yelled a he stood up and punched Tyrell across his cheek.
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"Harold." Arianna stood behind Harold, her arm raised as if she was trying to hold him back, or block a punch from him. Her voice had changed - from an uncaring tone to one of sadness. "Harold, listen...if your father is truly infected, and wishes to stay behind so that we may carry on... Then we must respect his decisions. The most merciful thing that we can do is put him out of his misery. And we need to get going - otherwise, the zombies will break in.." Isaac had gone silent, studying the wall carefully.
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"Don't bother." Damien made out. "I wanna gun down as many of these undead shites that I can." Harold looked down at his father. He knelt down, and Damien looked at his son. "Kick some Ass, son." Damien told him. "I...I will Pa." Harold affirmed. His son stood up and looked down on his father. [spoiler]>Kill Damien? >Do not?[/spoiler]
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Arianna drew her Beretta pistol and looked down at Damien, before sighing and sheathing it. "Just... ...I don't know what to say. We should probably get moving.."
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"Ya." Harold said. "Give em hell pa." "Aye. Will do." Damien affirmed as he loaded his shotgun. "Now get the hell outta here! Go!" There was another exit on the opposite side of the small room. That was the only way to go, and since Tyrell was already walking to it they could assume that was where they were heading.
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Arianna and Isaac didn't hesitate to follow Tyrell, Arianna sighing as she considered the choice that she had just made. She couldn't fix it now. She continued to follow silently, Isaac behind her.
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Harold and Ronda followed behind them, and walked out of the room. Tyrell took the lead now as he walked beside Arianna. "Hey." He said he spoke in a hushed tone as Harold walked furthest to the back. "Thanks for backing me up. Fact is sacrifices have to be made if we wanna get through this."
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"Agreed...sad, but true. If Brigette didn't fall behind there...well, more of us would've lost our lives. Harold has a good heart...but we won't be able to save everyone." Arianna muttered back, while she made a mental note to it trust Tyrell with her life. If he would play the survival of the fittest game? Then she would too. Harold, she'd act trustworthy to him.
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"Aye. And what about your brother back there?" Tyrell asked her. Isaac seemed to be walking with Harold. "His knee looks like it got stabbed with a fu[i]c[/i]king pitchfork."
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"Coincidentally? It did. He's holding up...I hope. Bandaged it, stitched the wound together the best I could. He's still not walking as good, but he's still capable of combat, as long as he can get a jump on the target.." Arianna pocketed her hands as Isaac kept close to Harold, yet not too close. He seemed solemn and quiet, if anything.
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"Honestly, combat doesn't mean shit in our situation. It's all about who can stay at the front of the group." Tyrell stated. Then, ari heard gunshots ring out from down the tunnel the way they came. Harold bowed his head to the ground as he continued to walk. "Damnit..." he let out.
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"You're not wrong-" Arianna was soon cut off by the bullets, while she sighed and shook her head. "...Should I have ended his life? Just so he didn't end up like one of those undead bаstards?" Isaac had been silent for the majority of the group's movement, although he spoke up at last to try and calm Harold. "Your father's a noble man, Y'know. More noble than most people I've met.."
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"Ya, he was pretty damn good." Harold said. "We should hurry though...it sounds like the gunfire has stopped." "Aye he's right." Ronda said. "They coulda made their way down the tunnels by now. It's only a couple more miles of tunnel to get to the castle!" "Then let's fu[i]c[/i]king move!" Tyrell said as he started into a jog down the sewer, taking a left up ahead.
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Arianna and Isaac nodded, as Arianna sprinted behind Tyrell quickly, leading the group forwards to the left tunnel. Isaac hobbled with all of his speed, attempting to keep his speed up.
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They continued to make their turns, but the Arianna heard the now familiar mourns of the dead. However the source did not come from behind them...
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"Keep your guard up.." Arianna muttered, raising her sword as Isaac found himself within the center of the group. He kept his rifle raised, checking for rounds within its chamber - twelve, out of the five twenty-round magazines that he carried. That was okay, for him.
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Then, gunfire poured out of the walls beside the group. Tyrell hit the ground first as pink mist bursted from his shoulder, and since he was in front of Ari she remained unscathed. Harold grabbed Isaac by his shoulders and forced him to the grounds as bullets cut across their head level. Ronda, however, fell limp to the floor. Her cheek was caved in and blood flooded out of her face. She violently twitched as the gunfire ended and suddenly the wall beside the group began to crack. Something was hitting against it...
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"...We need to move, NOW." Arianna yelled, approaching Ronda and sighing before she drove her sword into the woman's skull, ending her life instantaneously. She then lifted up Isaac and Harold, looking over at Tyrell, attempting to help him up. "Just a flesh wound, we need to go."
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 5/16/2017 1:04:05 AM"God damnit crawl!" Tyrell yelled Arianna. bullets hailed through the top of the tunnel again as Tyrell pulled the girl to the ground by her leg and dust came down from the bricks residue which nearly choked the group. Tyrell probably saved Arianna's life. Then, one section of the wall fell apart. It was just the top part and it was behind the group. One of the dead, which looked fresh and human like stuck its head out and squeeled at the group.
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 5/16/2017 1:26:49 AMThe bullets that did find themselves hitting Arianna collided with her shield of Aura - although that wasn't even holding up well. Arianna found herself upon the ground, groaning as she began to crawl, Isaac trailing behind her. He had no shielding, but he had hoped that Harold would follow.
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Harold stuck behind Isaac as more of the wall began to crumble and the zombies tried to make their way through. They crawled over Ronda and further down the hallway where Tyrell stood up. "Okay I think we're fine. But we have to fu[i]c[/i]king run right now!" He told the group. "Ronda..." Harold said sombrely. "She's dead, Harold! Nothing we can do about it! Stop whining about it and let's-" Then, the wall behind them broke apart down the tunnel. Zombies stumbled out and Tyrell didn't bother to yell anything as he ran down the left path of the sewer.
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 5/16/2017 11:27:31 AM"Harold, we have to go-" Isaac yelled, hobbling forwards while Arianna attempted to keep pace beside him, even sheathing her sword to help him sprint. It was now or never, and they had to get out of this situation and as quickly as possible.
