Mail sent! With a rather large IC point of view post
I think I'll just put it up here for everyone to see and judge *shiver*
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A frozen black shape on a tube along the ceiling, a shade within the shadows. So sits Jacqueline pondering, sweat seeping from her pores and every muscle in her body hurts. How long has she been down here... if only that... that thing hadn't ripped, no sliced her watch and kevlar from her wrist. She looks at her right wrist, red lines cross it where the claws went.
Where her watch once was, her mother's watch...
Ah well, it was just a damned watch. A dime a dozen right? Just that it would come damned in handy now. But then again, I'm stuck in here as long as I'm stuck in here and I get out when I get out. How long it takes is of no matter, it takes as long as it takes. And get out I will, those things can bet on that.
A single drop of sweat falls down from her face. She follows it with her eyes and as it hits the ground, as if it were a que or something a faint murmering comes from down the corridor. Just a faint noise at the moment but she can make out the cries and screams allright. Well not much to worry about. They are slow stupid and inefficient killers but a noisance none the less.
Jacqueline checks her rifle and her pistol, ammunition a plenty. Then just about as she is to leap the 10 ft. down to the corridor below the sound of voices reach her ear, gunshots following closely after it. The screams from the left grow ever stronger, but then from the right a door clashes open in the distance. Her teammates emerge from it, shouting and firing rounds to where ever they came from. She quickly leaps down and lands without making a sound.
They spot her. Calling out for her to get her ass back there and how they can get out of here the slowly start to move towards her.
Behind them appear the zombies, dozens of them. Why aren't they just running Jacqueline thinks? These things are slower then my fat ass 310 lb. aunt. But then she sees it. One of them is limping and another is clutching his arm and trying to fire with his good arm at his persuers. Bashing sounds start to echo through the corridor and claws and hands clawing at metal can be heard. A coupe of seconds later several hatches and doors along the corridor slam open, dozens of zombies pouring out from them seperating Jacqueline from her teammates.
At her left the sounds grow louder and louder and around the corner appear the first zombies as well. One of them carrying an axe or something, it's ticking noise echoing through the corrider. Annoying like hell. She glaces around her and she spots the elevator again. She sowly walks towards it, a numerical lock, how sweet. She slowly but surely types in a code. The doors slide open, two zombies come moaning out from inside, clawing at her. Jacqueline dashes forward kicking one in the neck and breaking the others neck with her bare hands, within a second offcourse. She pushes the two bodies out of the elevator and check inside. Clear.
The zombies start to close in from both sides and she can hear her friends cries from help down the corridor. But there are just too many zombies, they would take too much ammunition and time. They can manage themselves, just get on the pipes like she did but with wounded people among them that might prove a problem. ANd besides, not everyone is as agile as she is.
She pushes a button in the elevator specifying her destination floor. Carrying severely wounded with them, the idiots. They'll just turn into zombies anyway without the antidote. The antidote they decided to leave behind and try to escape while they could. The antidote I'm gonna get. Like they really ever had a chance. For the virus and the antidote is good money to be made and her employer will be proud. Jacqueline never failed a mission, and this won't be the first. Now to get that antidote first an cure myself, then just get out. Like taking a walk in the park.
The elevator moves down and slowly accellerates.
Besides, they'd just slow me down.
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I'm thinking about seriously trying to track some old players down or get their mail. No real idea about how but people like Draco I'd like to keep in touch with and Melkor. Maudlin as well but he seems to have vanished like only the real liches can... into the deep deep dark of the negative energy plane... (hmmm good energy plane, forgot he got owned by Festies "agent oerth").
