On Death's Doorstep

[kain17335]

As Kain was running he actually wondered how many were there;
So he turned around...
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!"
He was still shouting the U's without even noticing he was still doing it as he ran.
"ANYONE GOT ANY IDEA'S?"
Kain then ran into Suis's Bar and gesturing the two girls into the the bar as well and barricading the door with whatever he could find.
Once Kain had gotten some stuff in front he then pushed himself against the door to hold it better.
"John try and find a back way out of here Kyle get over here and help me, NOW!"

[lukuz13]

June 24th, 2022 Friday (Present day): Huntington, West Virginia

-Over the sound of their chatter, Lucy and Davey's attention was suddenly ripped from each other, and even the horde behind them. Gunfire, rapid at that, was coming from ahead of them. In front of the two, they could see the Kiosk not far away, the back of it at least, and there standing in the train-tracks next to a large still train was a man wearing a camouflage military suit, and even a helmet, holding a sleek black M16, firing at the horde behind the two running towards him. As they got closer his face seemed distressed as he yelled out to them, motioning to the Kiosk in a "Get the fuck over here" fashion, firing several bursts into the beasts chasing them, funneling the two towards the door way of the Kiosk. As they rounded the side the two could see sandbags piled up all around the glass windows of the building, but a small doorway in the middle. The man turned to look at them and yelled "Get inside! We don't have long!" He screamed, firing back into the creatures as they shuffled over the train-tracks.

-As the doors of Susie's Club slammed shut, just as the girls made their way inside, Kain braced the door just as a loud powerful slam on the other side was felt, knocking over one of the barricade items, but seemed to hold, as the group listened to the wild hisses and roars from outside. They smelled blood. Other then the banging at the door, the main club area seemed quiet, from what they could see at least, several dead stripper and patron bodies were littered about, many had large chunks of flesh missing from their person, even limbs and other body parts. The smell in here was indescribable, a mixture of putrid rot along with the previous use for the building. There was, however, a large bar here, many of the bottles tipped over and smashed on the ground, wine mixed with several other types of liquor did remain on the shelves. Small lights near the bar flickered on and off, elsewhere was completely in shadow. Above the bar, could be seen a Benelli M1 hanging from a display with a small name under the display that read 'The Heckler'. As Kyle sat down, he felt a numbing feeling in his shoulder, the wound dripping down his back, before pain shot through his arm rendering his left arm less then useful.

-Sunlight slowly started to wane, as the shift from noon to evening set in, the last of the barricades were set up near the camp by the bridge. The private who placed the last of the barricades sat back at his post and sighed, his gun resting in his hands.
"There a problem Scott?" A woman not far from him asked, her own attention drawn to a generator for the camp, doing her part for tuning it up.
"You saw it didn't you? The way Connors..."
"I saw...but I trust the Sergeant, he has done right by us since we got here." The woman said, as if in deep thought at the same moment.
"I know, I know...but she was just a little girl! And he wants us to go make sure she's dead tomorrow? It just doesn't sit right with me Maria..." Scott sighed, shifting in his seat to stare at his gun for a moment, standard issue M16 for a detachment.
"If she did survive that, I'd say the Sergeant's hunch was right heh..." Maria attempted to joke, standing up from her work finally, and turning back to Scott. "Either way... we should be focusing on surviving the night in the first place."
"Yeah...maybe." Scott murmured, turning his gaze out across the River and sighing, only to have Maria's hand rest on his shoulder. After a small silence, Maria spoke.
"I'm going in for supper...I hope to see you there?" She attempted a smile, large brown eyes matching her tan face. Scott smiled, not turning to look at her, but nodding.
"Sure...maybe in a bit." He whispered absently.

[kain17335]

"Right I'm not gunna be able to hold this for long someone go out and have a look for a back way out".
The amount of strain on the quickly put up barricade turned out to be more than he had thought as the adrenaline dulled the pain, Kain then heard a sudden crack next to him, one of the chairs had cracked.

[duskskully]

Kyle then looked up at the Heckler, after that he decided to help Kain out. He then said,"Hey you two girls mind getting somethings to block up this here door, also John you mind helping as well? That is if you're to scared mate." Kyle then felt the pain in his left arm while he was pushing on the door with Kain with his right arm.

[arentheawesome]

Ichiru was trembling, and pressed her back against a wall, trying to get her bearings. Other humans; thank God they found other humans. Otherwise they would have been screwed royally. She looked around the place frantically to get her bearings. She knew this place, but it looked disgustingly messy.
Migaki, on the other hand, rushed forward to her sister, and felt her over for any possible injuries. Ichiru waved her off, but the girl went until the inspection was done, and wiped her forehead, fixing her glasses. She was still quiet, listening for any sounds of intrusion, but there were none. After confirming their safety, she said quietly, "Is everyone alright?" They had better be. She wasn't using up her medical equipment until she found extras.

[Pulse]

Amidst the roar of the approaching horde and the gun firing in defiance, Lucy could not help but feel a note of sympathy for this man...this poor man, committing himself to death for the sake of saving lives a few lives. Though the creatures were almost upon him, he body language showed no fear as he fired round after round into the ravenous beasts who clawed at him. Tiredness biting at her legs snapped her back into focus, the small building up ahead a beacon of hope. With glass windows boarded up by sandbags. 'A haven, nonetheless.' She mused as the lighting inside greeted her, dim electric bars twinkling in the evening grey. The firing had stopped, the horde barely brushing over the soldier's corpse on the way to the sparsely decorated room. They slammed the door shut, piling it with random objects: chairs, tables, even a stray plantpot. The door would hold, but not for long. The pounding on the door came sudden, the objects bracing it shaking away. "NO NO NO NO NO!" Lucy cried out, searching for more objects to add to the pile, "IT CAN'T END LIKE THIS! PLEASE, NO!" Her tools would be useless for fortifications if she wasn't alive long enough to use them, blunt weapons equally useless in the face of these numbers. And then it came. A shard of light barely reflecting on the frame that rested on the ground, only visible from a precise angle...a trap door! Lucy turned to Davey, looked upon him properly for the first time as a glimmer of hope tore her face.

[ballerscuba]

Davey was still leaning against the door, trying to keep it shut by the force of his weight, since his mind seemed to fail him. He kept his eyes open for any sort of weapons or ammunition that could come in handy. It seemed that as the zombies continued to pound on the door, the gravity of the situation slowly began to sink in...almost.

"Why is there never a light saber when you need one?" he thought to himself. It was then that he noticed Lucy's glance. "What?" he said, still speaking through the mask. He turned his head to the side as the door shook violently behind him. He then turned back to Lucy, a wide smirk coming across his face.

"Oh, you want to go out like that, do you? Although I am quite ready to unleash hell, I am afraid we must postpone our trip down the rabbit hole. On the keyboard of life, always keep one finger on the escape button. There's no reset button in this program. If at first you don't succeed, you die. We either need to find enough firepower to defend ourselves, or we need to find a way out of here. I cannot say I blame you for thinking of me like you do, such thoughts are inevitable in the face of a true hero, but anticipation will only make that final boss battle all the more satisfying once it is fully accomplished and all the grinding feel worthwhile."

[ThatOneGuysBro]

As everyone else made their way speedily into the building, the double doors barricaded, John continued to survey the room that, save for the company he was with, was bereft of all signs of life. The stench was even fouler, stronger, and more intoxicating then it was outside, making John feel faint at times. From his peripheral vision he spotted a cloth on the bar counter, untainted and immaculately white. 'This might be big enough.', he mused to himself. He laid his kitchen knife on the counter. "Hey.", 'what was his name again?', "Kyle." He grabbed the cloth, careful not to smudge it against the filth that painted the counter. Tossing the cloth to him as he caught hold of his attention he said, "Take a rest for now and tie this on to cover your shoulder wound." Turning around he picked up his knife and said, back facing the rest, "Alright, I'll go look for a back door."

There was a hallway on the other side of the bar counter, leading to four doors, two of which lead to bathrooms, both to their respective genders. Beneath one of the doors the light seemed to flicker on and off. The light ebbed and returned under the door with a plate on it that read 'Employees Only'. John took a deep breath, not really sure what to expect. He twisted the door nob, opening the door. He readied his colt and knife, and slowly nudged the door open with his foot. It was a storage room, shelves toppled, some still standing, good littering the floors, yet not a body to be found. Needless to say, the stench could still be noticed from behind the door. The brief intervals of darkness that ensued with every flickering of the skittish lights made John increasingly uneasy; frightened even. An aura of raw fear passed over him, growing as the lights flickered off, John expecting something to appear as they came back on. A back door was in sight. He wanted to check if it was unlocked or not. He wasn't sure when, but John began to hear a grinding sound that got progressively louder; a gnashing of teeth, as it were.

His fears began to fabricate as John suspected he wasn't the only one in the room. He walked faster to the door, his heart beat quickening as sweat began to set on his forehead. He quickly turned around, his back against the door, so no one could sneak up behind him. Facing the room, he put his knife into his back pocket awkwardly, and afterwards twisting the door nob. The door opened. He quickly shut it, so as not to attract attention. After the sound of the shutting door, the grinding sound halted. Taking out his knife again, he slowly made his way back to the others. As the lights flickered on something caught his eye. Something small and black that moved through room. 'A rat? It must have been. What else could it be?', he thought, his nerve beginning to loosen. Just then, he heard a multitude of squeaking sounds. As the lights yet again flickered on he saw at least 30 rats swarming over a figure he could not make out, until he noticed the crimson pool that filled the cracks of the room's tiles. "Shit.", he whispered, now scared witless. Turning his direction to the door he saw something he should have been prepared for.

A revevant, most likely a customer of questionable taste, stood in front of him, it's movement's idle for some mysterious reason. It's skin was mutilated, a gray-ish blue hue, ripples and veins, cuts and bruises painting a picture of horror as it stood Quietly. It breathed heavily, like a beast of burden. A brief moment of silent fear passing, the monster opened its gaping mouth, revealing jagged teeth, splattered with blood, and even an eye, held intact by a strand of flesh wedged between it's wanton assortment of teeth dangled. A menacing roaring emitted from the revenant's mouth. His eyes widened, the rambunctious sound snapped him to his senses as he aimed his gun. He tried to pull the trigger but it wouldn't fire. "Tch!", a sound was made by John in his frustration. 'Why won't it shoot!?', his mind in shambles. Suddenly he realized. 'The safety!' Before then it was too late. The monster threw its arms up, stretching them to give John a rather deadly hug. Dropping his gun, he charged into the zombie's embrace, digging the knife into it's jugular. Still putting up a struggle, now held in a vice by the thing he began to pull the knife in an attempt to decapitate it. It's grip tightening, John could feel the life being squeezed out of him. He began to lose his breath, becoming winded, yet still refusing to let go of the knife. Pushing and pushing, his arms slid as the knife succeeded in tearing half it's throat out. Shortly after, its grasp weakened until it hit the floor.

John stepped back shortly, still half dazed by what had happened. He picked up the colt before he left. He ran. The door swinging open, John slowed his pace, resting both arms on a nearby table, hunched over as he began to breath deeply for a short while. Soon after he calmed himself. "There's a back door through the 'Employees only' room.", he said, still a bit shaken. The back door is open, but I didn't check if where it led out to was clear or not, we'll have to be careful." He took a seat and awaited for a plan of action.

[duskskully]

Kyle tied up the cloth on his shoulder but, not before pouring some Vodka he found on the bar onto the wound. It stung a bit but, he took the pain. Kyle then decided to take down the Heckler and saw how awesome it looked and then decided to say something to the group,"I'm going to need some pills from the nearest medical place to stop the change for awhile so I need two of you to go out while the other two stay here with me is that ok with you guys?" Kyle asked as he finished his cigarette off.

[ThatOneGuysBro]

"Oh yeah, I heard about those pills. They've been put into circulation already. Not as powerful as the injections, but it should stop the infection for a while." John spotted a fire axe in a red box with a glass cover. He picked himself up and slowly walked towards it. "We can't stay here though. For one, this place will be overrun soon. And two..." he picked up a chair that had fallen off it's legs. Holding it up by its back he took a stance, almost that of a batter, the chair up by his head. He lunged the chair forward shattering the glass as it glistened beautifully in the sun that poked its rays through the windows."...We don't split up." He grabbed the fire axe letting it fall by his side. "That would be suicide." He looked Kyle dead in the eye. For once John had been assertive, or at least somewhat confident; a bright counter strike to his usual passive, introverted nature.

The door once again shook as the revenants outside continued their assault as a few of the barricading items toppled. They'd soon force their way inside.

[lukuz13]

June 24th, 2022 Friday (Present day): Huntington, West Virginia

-The cloth used to soak up the wound Kyle received quickly turned red with blood, but after some careful wrapping, Kyle felt his arm ease in pain, at least relatively, still numb from the teeth of the beast outside. With Kain and Kyle against the door, Ichiru and Migaki watched as Kyle made his own bandage from the cloth John gave him, as John disappeared into the backroom, thankful they did not need to use their medical supplies, if they even intended to with these strangers. Suddenly the sounds of a struggle rang out from the room. Finally, there was a silence, before slow footsteps made their way to the door, only to reveal John's face as he poked his head back into the room. With John's return from the back, a wide eyed expression and now bloody knife, the handle feeling as if it cracked during that last fight, he picked up the fire axe he just acquired, his new weapon of choice, originally intended to save lives from a roaring fire, would now save lives in a completely new way. With The Heckler in tow, Kyle realized he could not carry both his current shotgun and this one, and decided to drop his old one for The Heckler, which had a nice polished sheen and seemed in well care compared to his old one and in fact, the rest of the room. Just as he presented his argument to Kyle, the creatures howling on the other end of the door roared out again and glass was heard shattering, a window near the door was smashed just as their feverish assault restarted. At that sound, the group found little argument in leaving, following John towards the exit he had found. On their way through the back room, the group stepped over a decapitated infected, it's blood pouring out of the neck hole and filling the floor with a noxious mixture, as mice and other pests scurried about under their feet. As they exited the back door, the evening sunlight greeted them, forcing some to shield their eyes, as it was evening. Night was approaching. Suddenly as the last of them left the Club, they heard the door smash in, forcing them to close the door rather quickly and lock the creatures inside. From the street, they could see the dilapidated buildings around them, small car fires dotted through the landscape, as well as several tall buildings and even the sounds of gunfire and squeals of creatures in the distance. Most noticeably they could see the Kiosk from here, as well as the scene unfolding.

-The cries of the Soldier from outside obvious as the horde of beasts tore into him, yet did not slow their step, as they encircled the Kiosk door, and began beating on it just as Lucy and Davey slid it shut. As they did so, they heard a clicking sound, as well as several smaller beeps from nearby. The sounds were almost too small to notice over the horde screaming, and the pair talking to each other, their sight concentrated on the trap door. With a rush, they both made their way over to the door, sliding it open easily, and finding a set of stairs, which they quickly slide down, Lucy first (for a multitude of reasons). As they did, the trap door slide shut behind them, just as the Horde burst down the sliding door, the beeping getting more rapid as suddenly a large firebomb engulfed the upper decks of the building, blowing the mob to pieces, sending slags of steel and chunks of rotted flesh in all directions. The flames were in a quick burst, only leaving small fires in their wake, killing all the beasts of burden from above as well as destroying a good section of the barricades the Soldier had set up, sending a vibration through the earth for all nearby to feel, a little present the Soldier left behind perhaps?
With the small earthquake above to distract them, Davey and Lucy made their way down they came to find themselves in a small store room, and a cabinet slide open in front of them. There in the cabinet were a variety of weapons, namely a Berretta RX4 a common hunting rifle, a SG-550 easily usable for big game hunting from it's caliber size, a SMG Skorpion, as well as a USP automatic pistol and a Walther PPK automatic pistol. Beside all these display weapons were a couple of boxes of ammunition for each type as well as two grenades hanging from the side cabinet. Other then the cabinet, the two found a box of pamphlets detailing a city map of Huntington, West Virginia with street names detailed as well as a few drawings, perhaps made by the soldier himself, coloring in several buildings nearby, with a mark that said 'DT', 'S', others that said 'R'. Beside the set of maps was a flashlight, as well as a radio sitting by the flashlight, that seemed a bit mangled as if it was thrown down out of anger.

[kain17335]

"Right I think it would be a good idea to start running to the Police station, NOW!"
Running to the police station was easier than Kain had expected, hardly any zombies where there, only a few that were shambling to the building where the explosion had happened.
Kain always used his machete for killing the zombies, although it was old and rusty it was still very strong and good enough to cut the heads of zombies clean off.
Then, they reached it, the place that Kyle John and Kain had been looking for what seemed to be more like days rather than minuets... the police station.
Although it had been a place where many brave people made a last stand against the infinite horde that had befallen this place.
"We need to pile anything we find out here right here" Kain put an empty crisp packet he found on the floor where he wanted the stuff to be put.
"Out here there isn't going to be much just find what you can".
After searching the area (which they found nothing) Kain ushered everyone in to search in the station as well.
After a few minuets of searching (which the only thing they found was a few jail uniforms)
As Kain was searching everyone came back with nothing, this annoyed him.
*Fuck...Fuck, Bob's probably dead by now and we have found nothing".
Kain the smashed his foot on the floor and felt a hollow thump.
"Hey this is a trap door, there most be something in here".
Kain opened the trapdoor with the lighter out for whatever light it shed.

[Pulse]

Slightly seared by the residual heat, Lucy braced against the basement's solid wall, grateful for her life. Looking around the room, it seemed her saviour had prepared for the attack well: canned food filled a crate, bottled water nestled close by, both barely touched. Halogen lights were positioned at the corners of the room and centre, though barely scratching the all-consuming darkness that bathed that little piece of heaven. Yawning, Lucy took off her already bursting backpack, her eyes threatening to bat shut. No. Stop that. The room needed to be assessed, all supplies accounted for. They couldn't...wait, who was this man? She didn't even know him, let alone want to try and survive the apocalypse with him. He might try something. Shit.

In the centre of the room laid a slew of weapons of varying type in surprisingly good condition, small boxes of ammunition positioned nearby. A Beretta RX-4 of a simple gunmetal finish with grime painting the side, a Sig SG-550 of a gloss black finish; it's large caliber useful, but what of ammunition? Surviving alone would be difficult, especially so if she was constantly looking for the ammunition. Eyes darting back and forth between the two, she assessed more than just the equipment present, but her companion. He seemed sincere enough, his habit of making obscure references nobody would get seemingly his only worry. He seemed to be the sort who'd only render another assistance if there was some chance of reward in tow. Even if that 'reward' was merely his continued existence. Perhaps that was why he followed. But men had lied to her before, and she'd the scars to prove it. She'd watch him carefully in the coming days, no doubt about it. Picking up the more common RX-4 and Walther PPK, Lucy allowed herself a smile. Very carefully indeed.

[kain17335]

"Oh am I interrupting some-WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING???"
Kain had walked in to the basement which seemed to be full to the brim with supplies that would last him and the "team" for ages, although he wanted to know what was in the boxes he was more concerned about the young man with a kilt and a Darth Vader helmet on.
"Why the fuck are you wearing a kilt?"

[duskskully]

Kyle then climbed down and saw the two people standing there. He then puffed out some smoke before he said anything,"So do any of you have some medical equipment on you two?" Kyle then pulled out his cigarette and threw it on the ground and stomped on it.