Posts by Devereaux

Leah's head shook after the grenade exploded into the air. She was relieved to see Derek save her from one of the fighters. All of a sudden, another muscled figure wielding a large axe lunged at her. Leah shrieked and ducked as the blade narrowly missed her. Taking her knife, she cut across at the man, slicing him across the leg. She scrambled away as he yelped in pain, but continued after her.

Leah stumbled down the hill after Blue and the thug. "Blue!" she cried out as the two battled it out at the base of the hill. When Leah neared them, she slashed her knife down the brute's back causing him to roar in pain. "It's me you want!" she yelled out, tears beginning to form in her eyes. She couldn't have someone die for her like this, especially not Blue. "I have the cure!" At this remark, the man whipped his face in the direction of Leah. He was distracted, giving Blue a moment to strike.

Wait... So we don't need to make our forms uber-complicated??
I consider myself pretty advanced, I just really hate writing forms xD

Leah shuffled back when Blue shoved the man to the ground. A cringe crossed her face as the knife dug into his skull, but she knew it had to be done. She forced her gaze away from the fresh corpse, as her stomach wouldn't let her look at it any longer, and up gratefully to Blue. "Thanks..." she gasped, still in disbelief.

Sweeeet, thanks! I'll just get started....... [size=7pt]eventually....[/size]
P.s. awesome thread idea, btw. i've been stalking this for a while. hehehe

Leah got up with the help of Blue. "Thanks" she said again. From atop the hill she could hear the struggles of Derek and the final thug remaining. Leah looked nervously to Blue. She had a bad feeling lurking inside her. "We should see if he needs help" she said almost bluntly, knowing that if Derek did need help, it would likely be Blue doing the helping.

that's gonna hurt in the morning...

"I'm fine" Leah said reluctantly. She hardly had a scratch on her body. And here were Blue and Derek, beaten, torn-up and breathless before her. "You're hurt. We can stop for a while and rest if you like. We should almost be there" she observed, gazing over the horizon where a small valley took shape into the land.

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"Not bad, hotshot. But I think our neighbors are still in a bit of horse sh*t" Luke remarked to the fierce soldier-girl after she took down one of the walkers. The blonde didn't appear to take notice of him lurking in the alley at first, but she would now. Her form was good, Luke observed, almost to the point of impression. He leaped down off of the dumpster and edged ever so closely to the corner of the building. "Oh, I think we can take 'em" he said nonchalantly. Turning to face his new companion, Luke flashed her a broad, confident grin. His eyes shone with what can only be described as a brilliant craving for the thrill of battle. "Whaddaya say?"

Sporting a simple grey t-shirt, Luke spun his blade playfully over his fingers. He was getting restless, and edging for a chance to fight. His opposite arm was left un-bandaged beside him, scar and all. He was the slightest bit curious of the reception he might receive from his hopefully soon-to-be partner. It was clear enough that she could fight and handle herself. But from her view, Luke was still a mystery.

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From the angel he was at, Luke couldn't see much of the battle that broke out in the street, but he sure could hear the shattering bones and gruesome slaughter of dead flesh. Crunch. One down. Smash! Down goes another. He counted the deaths as they came, picking out each collapsing thump as the lifeless bodies crumpled to the ground one by one. The oozing sound and smell of raw, dead flesh hung heavily in the air. Three rotting lumps of corpses lie mangled up, decaying lumps on the concrete.

Oh, but wait- there was one more... A fourth un-dead monster still stumbled about. How nice of these new people to honor Luke with the final kill. In all honesty, the response of refusal made by the girl before Luke didn't surprise him in the least. The expression on her face spoke firm independence and a sort of 'fly solo' attitude. She was one of those careful ones. She clearly didn't trust him, and probably trusted few others in this freakishly chaotic world. It wasn't a bad trait to have, and Luke respected her for this. But cautious just wasn't the way he rolled.

"Suit yourself" he responded cheerily. Spinning around the corner, Luke repeatedly banged the butt end of his knife on the metal edge of the building, sending a shark clang resounding down the street. "Hey meat-stick!" he shouted, followed by a coaxing whistle. The mangy looking human figure turned dumbly to face him. Instantaneously, Luke drew his arm back, and with a swift motion sent the blade hurling at the creature. The end lodged its way into the eye of the zombie, and with the brain impaled, the mutant fell lifelessly to the ground. Luke was overjoyed. "Holy sh*t! Tell me you didn't just miss that!" he exclaimed to no one in particular, an elated grin spread across his face. Stepping up to the fresh corpse, Luke yanked the knife out of the eye socket, drawing the yellowed eyeball with it. "Yech!" he groaned in mild disgust. "Nasty little buggers they are..." Flicking off the loose eye, Luke carelessly speared the rest of the zombie guts onto his pants before sheathing the blade. He looked up at the group of new travelers before him. "Hi. Luke Zakim." he said politely, as if the whole violent escapade had never even happened.

Leah followed the two over to the tree. As they walked, she took a quick assessment of their wounds. The two had been battered around pretty harshly, and Derek looked especially in pain. "You wouldn't happen to have a medical kit, would you?" she asked them both. Although she didn't have much training, Leah knew that their wounds couldn't go untreated.

A distressed sigh escaped Leah's lips. She wouldn't let Blue or Derek- the only two people she could call her friends- suffer through the night. Not now. Not like this. "We're almost there" she assured them. "It's just over that hill. If you can make it..."

Leah began leading them up the easy sloping hill. They had just reached the top when a small airplane hangar came into view. There were small collections of junk around the building's perimeter. A steady steam of smoke came out of a makeshift chimney pipe. It looked as though whoever lived there, hadn't left for a long time.

"We're here..." Leah said in an almost ghostly tone. Now that they were closer, she could make out a few rows of missiles and cannons that lined the roof of the building. Leah had a moment of hesitation, but kept the group moving forward. Seconds later, as if the trio had passed an invisible line, one of the missiles fired at them.

Leah followed close behind blue and cringed. "My friend's cousin hasn't actually met me before..." she said uneasily. Knowing what she had to then do, Leah broke free from Blue's grip and ran out into the open. She was downright terrified, but she was even more scared for her companions. "We're friends!" she called out to whoever was behind the attacks. "We need help! We don't mean any harm! I know Alex, your cousin!" At these words, the attacks abruptly stopped. A scratchy voice came over a staticy loudspeaker- "Come forward" it boomed.

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Luke closed his eyes for protection of the blood splatter as the lone girl of the group stepped forward and mauled the zombie's rotting head into the ground. Some of the thick, blackened stuff sprayed onto Luke himself, but most of it found its way onto the girl's already stained features. She carried out the deed with such an abruptness, and yet her emotion remained completely and utterly unflinching, as if she had only squashed a mere ant on the sidewalk.

Impressive.

Despite her next sour remark, Luke looked to her with a decent amount of respect. He shook her outstretched hand cordially. "Pleasure's all mine, Andy" he responded, with such an absurd amount of formality in his voice that it almost sounded teasing. When one of the others introduced themselves- the Nick fellow- Luke simply responded with a nod and a lax imitation of a salute. The other two looked like decent human beings, but they hadn't captured Luke's attention like the girl had. He turned back to Andy.

"Hey, uh... the Dark Ages called. They want their stick-of-death back..." he gibed teasingly at her, looking over the murderous weapon by Andy's side. It looked like quite the terrifying weapon, riddled with dozens of fierce metallic spikes. There wasn't a doubt in Luke's mind that didn't tell him it had been the bringer of certain death on multiple occasions. Yet through his eyes, it just seemed so... primitive...

"It's ok..." Leah said, despite the uneasiness that lingered in her voice. "Come on. I'm sure we'll be fine..."
Forcing her feet onward in small steps, Leah approached the heavy metal doors. There was a camera mounted to the doorframe, and not a second after noticing it, did the broad doors swing open. "Get in! Quick!" a male voice hissed. "Don't just stand there, there are thugs around!"

(be grateful for this post, you crazy across-the-world folks. it's past midnight here...Dx)

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Luke watched the girl with a fascinated interest as her thoughts began to go adrift. There was a flicker of sentimentality in her eyes as she gazed down at the weapon, probably reflecting back on the day her prized tool was given its life. He saw Andy's face soften ever so slightly, and when her lips parted to a smile, the emotion contagiously threw itself upon Luke as well. She was something different when she smiled. Something much deeper than the hard*ss, no bullcrap facade she had burrowed herself into.

After Andy proceeded in her little assault rifle showcase, Luke decided to take his turn to show off. "Yeah, I've never been much of a two-handed weapon kind of guy..." he observed. Attempting it once before, Luke had quickly grasped that loading guns was not at all in his range of capability. Still, he didn't need the help of guns and bullets to be a hell of a shot. Lifting up the bottom of his ratted t-shirt, Luke revealed to all those watching a leather belt lined with knives, daggers, and blades of all shapes and sizes. The weaponry he wielded so proudly was only half of what he owned. The rest was stashed away in the medium-sized hiking backpack slung over his shoulder. In the weapons department, Luke was pretty well off.

When displaying his mini arsenal, Luke lifted his shirt just a bit too high, revealing a exceptionally muscled six-pack of a well-toned body. "...But these haven't let me down do far." he added with a wry grin, leaving the obscurity between whether he meant the knives or the body they were strapped to.

(Sorry, I've been shoveling snow all afternoon )

The lights flickered on in the building. A high ceiling stretched overhead and the entire airplane hangar had been divided into smaller sections. There was a mini arsenal of weapons in one of the far corners, a makeshift kitchen in another, a lounge with tattered couches and a black-and-white t.v, and even a pool table. The bulk of the expanse however, was taken up by a lab- a chemist's lab, to be exact. Different shaped flasks filled with colored liquids still bubbled over flames as a young man with brown hair that spiked up slightly in the front stepped out before the group.

"Welcome to my humble abode!" the boy said proudly, taking in the marvelous sight along with his guests. His voice echoed off the broad walls of the place. "I'll warn you not to touch anything in the lab, or anything with a trigger, and we'll get along fine."

(There's basically everything in this place. Feel free to make up whatever you want to be there)

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Being the male that he was, Andy's subtle slip of emotions went completely undetected by Luke. His hopes were still on edge for a reaction from her, but instead he was left with a continuation on their trifling little conversation about weapons, or whatever it was they had been talking about... No matter what the topic might have been, it suddenly seemed old to Luke. The stifled energy of his hazel eyes watched her now, and as she spoke so impassively, he was stung by the slightest twinge of disappointment, as if the small fantasy he had created of her wasn't true at all. Dropping the seam of his shirt, Luke was just beginning to accept his newfound opinion of Andy when-...

A sly expression crawled onto his face... Oh, she got the hint... The fabric of her skirt slipping up so gracefully over her silken skin, revealing the slender curve of her leg and the knives so cleverly hidden... Boy,did she ever get the hint...

A thrill of anticipation surged through Luke, and at the moment, he thought himself to be on top of the world. Clearly, she had some amount of interest in him. So there's still a kitten beneath those fierce claws and razor teeth after all... But looking up at her face, the passive expression she wore told something different. Andy didn't seem emotionally changed in the least. A blank expression gazed back at him, with glass eyes that seemed almost bored. It was as if her subtle treat was nothing more than protocol. It all puzzled him.

"...Sure- Yes. Yeah, I'll come..." he blurted out in response to Andy's offer, almost missing the words as they ran cooly off her lips. In that moment, Luke's once effortless grace in carrying himself had fallen like a house of cards. His mind had gone from being cunning and sharp to equaling the consistency of mush. His emotions were rehashed over and over, and now lay beyond comprehension. Luke was mesmerized, to say the least. And yet he hasn't been more d*nmed confused in his life...