When the World Dies discussion
World: Derce City
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Suburb
Laxus is hiding. Alone in his house. After his family had been turned to zombies, he managed to escape the zombination and hide here, his bedroom.
Violet holds up her two knives, long a curved, blood dried on the silver blade. She jogged down the sidewalk, towards an old house that belonged to her father's co-worker. He's dead now, so Violet keeps hostage there, refusing to return to her family home, which was probably wreaking of rotting bodies and blood. Lots of blood. Atleast this part of of the neighborhood survived the worst of it. Most houses in the neighborhood still wreak of death and blood-rusted walls, but others are partially clean and mostly safe to live at. For awhile, anyway. And while most survivors fled to the woods beyond town, only a handful of humans chose to risk it in city. Violet liked it here, and while she argued with her brothers, Zachary and Collin, about how they should retreat to the forest, she found out how she liked it here. It was relatively quiet, as most of the undead beasts stay towards the centre of town - only a few strays that are easy to pick off come towards the outskirts - and not very many survivors stayed in the town. It also provide homes for shelter, and in Violet's opinion, that was better than living up in a tree. Violet's brothers were dead. Shot in the head by a couple idiot humans who though Zach and Collin were zombies. So now, she carries Zach double pistols and Collin's sniper rifle, as well as the two knives she grips in her hands. She keeps her pace down the road, passing rusty and gore-covered cars whose doors have been ripped off by hordes of zombies, windows that have been shattered in a panicked escape. Violet passes a dark gray house, windows cracked and splattered with blood. The paved drive-way is empty, aside from a small garbage bin, flipped upside-down, carried by the wind from down the street. She looked up at the house address number.
214.
Violet walked up to the front door, opening only slightly and slipping past, closing the door gently. The first room was dark and musty, an old living room with the couch flipped backwards. The television was an old one, small and blank, and Violet dares not turn it on. A few weeks back, her oldest brother, Collin, told her about a man who wanted to watch T.V., only to find out that there was no more power - Obviously, I mean this is a zombie apocalypse - and only a loud static noise came, which lured dozens of zombies to him. Violet snapped back to reality, gently walking by to a dark stair-case leading down to the basement.
Laxus heard it. The careful steps. He was ready with his katana and a small gun in his pocket. He did not want to do this but he had to.He stood up and went to the door. He waited until the thing open it.
He gripped his katana tightly. Hope he won't imply a fatal wound. But then it would be impossible. The katana was wrapped with poison, one that could stop the breathing system the more the victim moved. He made the poison with his own chemistry knowledge.
((You know that the house she's in, she's been taking shelter in it for awhile...))
((Ooo... Laxus had just moved there for the first time and it was his house))
((I didn't say she entered his house, sorry if it seemed like it :} ))
((Oh ok.))Laxus opened the door and saw no one. Oh well, it might be his imagination. He had been tired of hiding, he needed to go out of here. Holding his katana, he went to the front door and carefully opened it.
(( ;) ))Violet slipped down the stairs to the basement, the place she's felt the most protected since the Outbreak. It wasn't too large of a basement, a comfortable living space yet still big enough to sustain a battle, if any zombies leaked in. Down there, she would find a dusty, old mattress in the corner, with a thin sheet and a small pillow. A fairly small crate off to the side of the room held ammunition for Violet's guns. It was an empty basement, dark and cold. The two windows were cracked and shelter by dead bush branches. She strolled over to the mattress, kneeling down beside it, an lifted a corner of it. Underneath, there was a large crack in the cement, were a piece of stale bread, a slice of moldy cheese, and a single unopenned can of stew lay, as well as a small, silver locket. She picked the locket and flipped it open, and in it was a picture of her parents, and a picture of her brothers. Violet placed it back in the cement crack and dropped the corner of the mattress back, hiding the old food and the locket.
Laxus was out of his house. He looked around and inhaled the air. At least the air was not contaminated. This place was deserted. No zombies around. He put his katana into its sheath and took his small gun. That would be enough. He really did not want to kill zombies. They could be healed, he was sure of that. His family. He could get back his family. Using the katana always reminded him about his father. His father was a teacher and it was really awesome when he told Laxus that he would teach him how to use katana and spear. Laxus thought the practices would be tiresome but after working out in the gym, he thought the weapons were very light.Oh well. He looked back at his house and waved at it. He took a step on the stair and went down to the road. He did not know where to go. He walked across the road and stopped in front of a house. 214, that was the house address. This house intrigued him. It seemed alive. He stopped there. Maybe he could find some food there.
((Ooh! A visitor :3))Violet paced for a bit, bored and unsure what to do. She could go towards the inner city, but that was a suicide mission. Maybe scout for more food? No, it was going to be dark by the time she'd find anything worth eating. What to do, what to do...
Then she stopped. Just at one of the basement windows, there was a flicker of shadow. Most times, she would've let it pass, easily say it was a zombie and just kill it. But this certain zombie didn't moan for food, didn't limp or stumble on something with it's mindless head. The footsteps were natural and steady. A human. A living, thinking, human. This startled her; she was unsure of what a human would want, as she didn't make a lot of contact with them anymore. With her sniper rifle strapped to her back, she sheathed her long knives and pulled out the double pistols, trying to stay quiet and unnoticed. This human possibly just came for a look for supplies, and maybe wouldn't enter the basement. Oh, what did she know? It wasn't every day now that Violet met a human!
Laxus noticed a flash by the house window.. Oh well. If there was a zombie there who wanted to kill him, he had to stab him with his poisonous katana.He entered the house, opened the door gently with the gun on his back.
Violet held her breath as she heard the steps continue, and she was sure whoever was up there was above her, in the house.
There was no one here but then observing the look of it, someone was here. Laxus went to the kitchen and found a refrigerator there. He opened it and for his dissapointment, there was nothing there except dust.He looked around the house. Nothing special.
That was when he saw the stairs and carefully, he descended on it with his small gun ready to shoot the unexpected.
Violet listened to the sound of footsteps in silence breathing slowing. She was just about to move, believing the human wasn't about to come downstairs, when the staircase creaked ever so quietly. She stiffened, raised her pistols at the end of the staircase, and waited for somebody to attack her.
Laxus completed the last step to the floor. He saw a girl and by reflection, aimed his gun toward her.
Violet glared at the person standing before her, on the step, gun pointed at her. Her own guns were pointed at him, too, and she stood still, awaiting his next move.
Laxus frowned. "You don't look like a zombie," he said. No zombie who is too careful like her, he thought. Even the appearance makes her more like a human. "Who are you?"
Violet hesitated to answering him, but she supposed it could keep him from shooting her. "Violet," She said shortly. "And what about you?"
She understand what I said, Laxus thought. Definitely not a zombie. "Why are you here?" Those two guns... this girl can be dangerous, he thought. "I don't think a girl like you could play with those things," he said, looking at the guns.
Violet narrowed her emerald green eyes. "I'm not 6," She hissed at the comment about her guns. "And Why do you think I'm here? I'm trying to survive in this apocalypse. Now, Who are you?"
She is not 6, but acted like one, he thought. He smiled to Violet. "My apology. I'm Laxus. Just like you, I'm trying to survive in this... apocalypse." He stopped. "Are you going to shoot me?"
Violet listened to him silently, lowering her guns. "As long as you don't shoot me, I'll leave you alone," She replied calmly, watching Laxus' gun carefully.
"Good," he said. Laxus lowered his gun. I still have my katana on my back, he thought. "I don't think I'll leave you, though. It's dangerous out there if you're alone. Better with partner."
"Are you sure you'll be okay alone? You must missed being around with humans," he continued.
Violet shook her head. "I'm fine. I don't exactly like being around humans anymore. I refuse to trust them anymore," She said softly.
Laxus was stunned. "That's sad," he said softly. "In the time of despair or when you're in the brink of death, do you wish to be accompanied by humans? Well, some strangers who eventually become your friends or at least allies." He stopped. "Whatever your choice, I hope you can survive alone."
Violet looked into Laxus' eyes. "Of course. I would choose to accompanied by humans at some point eventually, but I believe now is not the time," She responded.
Laxus chuckled. "Are you sure? Maybe this would be the only chance you'll get. If we're both partners, maybe we can find other humans who still out there and wants humans to help them."
Violet shook her head again, "I'm sure. I don't care if this is the last chance I get, if it is, then it is. But I'm not ready to become companions with other humans quite yet."
Laxus smiled. "OK then. Good luck. And I still uneasy with you using those guns," he said. He wanted to get out of there but stopped. "Do you have foods here?"
Tatum walked through the street with a skip in his step. For some reason, he felt super happy today. "Jago!" he whistle for his dog, a Husky with a rusty brown coat and a snow white stomach. Tatum's best friend came running from between some abandoned houses. "There you are boy" he beamed at Jago. Crouching down, he got mauled my the dog. "Okay thats enough. We got to make it to the mall before noon," he stood back up and started walking. The morning sun was bright in the blue sky, again expressing just how good this day was going to be. Whistling a random tune, he continued down the road.
((Can I continue??? Ambz should reply my message T.T))
((Sorry, my notifications aren't working))Violet sighed. "They were my brothers' guns. I don't want to just leave them to waste. And they're useful, especially the sniper," She replied. At his request, she hesitated, but figured she might as well be nice. She reached down underneath the mattress and pulled out the stale bread. "Here, this is all I have besides some moldy cheese."
Laxus looked at the bread with widened eyes. It was true that after the zombination (if I can create and use the word) he had hiding everywhere to survive and food sources were pretty much harder to find. But this was the first time after the event he had been facing a stale bread because most of the times he feed on vegetables and foods in isolated supermarkets and grocery shops.He gulped. It was better than none. "I'll take half of the bread. You'll have the rest." He said. No way he was going to take the bread by himself; it seemed rude to do so.
Violet nodded, but said nothing, as she took the other half of the bread. She's never pass up food; even a little bit. It was precious in this point of time, and very hard to find after 12 years. She wasn't hungry, so she stuffed it back under the mattress.
Outside the house, quite far from it:A fearsome zombie, Anonymous had been walking around, sniffing for victims and now he was in a place which was quite deserted but he did not care about that. He only care about five things: Food, victims, shelter, survival and territory.
With his super sense of smell, he had found human smell, fresh and new. There was one type of smell at where he was now and as he walked carefully further, he could detect another smell.
He thought he had find foods.
In the house:Seriously? Do I have to take it by myself? Laxus thought but knew better than to spill it. He took the bread and stuffed it in his backpack. He had never released his backpack recently. It had been almost stolen by an unfortunate zombie who he had killed.
Laxus was about to leave when he had a thought. He took off his backpack and took out a small bottle of liquid. He gave it to Violet.
"You can have this thing. It's poison but only for zombies. I have more bottles, so don't worry," he said , not sure if she would worry about him. It seemed like the only person that she care was herself.
"Bye," he said. "Perhaps we'll meet each other again and maybe at that time you would change your mind." He ascended up the stairs.
Violet nodded, taking the bottle with a tilted head. She doubted she'd ever have to use it, but it just might come in handy. This stranger was generous. It reminded her o herself only years ago, when the Apocalypse only just started. She was about 4 or 5, abot 2 or 3 years into the Outbreak. She was kind just like him, but that time passed. She learned to never be always so forgiving. But... "Hey? Thanks for... Talking," She told him before he left the basement.
"LOL," said Laxus automatically. Then, he laughed. "These days, a nice laugh is really helpful. Bye Violet. Nice name, by the way. Remind me of the character Violet in the Series of Unfortunate Events novel." He stopped and frowned. "I should really stop talking."He waved his hand and steadily went out of the house. He saw something moved but then he blinked his eyes and the surrounding was dead with silent. He knew it was not his imagination and he had to be careful.
He unsheathed his katana and took a cautious steps crossing the road.
Anonymous was almost being caught by that human/food/victim. He had barely managed to hide in the bushes of one of the houses and carefully, he took his time before charging on the victim.
Violet smiled at what he said, chuckling. He watched him go and waited awhile, waiting for God knows what. And watched his shadow through the basement window. Wait, that's not a shadow... Then what was it? It had the shape of a crouched man, but it wasn't even moving, it's limbs were bloody and... "Laxus!" She shrieked as she realized what it was, just as the thing stood and charged. Panicked an not knowing what else to do, she sprinted up the steps, reloading her double pistols as a precaution.
Laxus was shocked by Violet's shriek and turned to her when he suddenly heard something. He looked back and saw a zombie came out from the bush on the house on his left . It was running in an unbelievable speed toward him.Laxus dropped his katana and took his small gun. He aimed at it and shoot it but missed. No, the zombie was actually dodging his shot. He took several more but then they were futile. The zombie had an excellent reflection and an abnormal speed for a zombie.
It was nearing him.
Laxus took his katana and a deep breath. This must work, he thought. He had never missed his target when throwing a sword. The sword was not only for fighting. He held up the katana, aimed the point of it toward the zombie, and after predicting the next move of the zombie, he threw the sword with all his might.
It hit the chest of the zombie and Laxus was expecting the zombie to keep moving. And it did. It was still running, or more accurately, trying to run, when suddenly it could not breath, looked at Laxus with sudden fear and slowly crumpled.
The more it moves, the faster the effect of the poison, Laxus thought. He was relieved.
He looked at Violet and showed his thumb up.
Violet watched the scene, trying to get a good aim on the quick zombie, but it was useless. The zombie was to fast a wouldn't stand still. When finally she watched the sword hit the zombie and it kept moving, and finally stumbled to the ground. At first, she was confused. Then she remembered the glistening blade when she first saw it, and thought back to the poison she was given. So that's what it does? She was impressed. She smiled at Laxus and nodded, returning the gesture.
((Sorry, I gotta sleep. It is actually 6:21 AM here but I can't sleep.))
((Okay :) ))
A muffled shriek echoed down the quiet road. Tatum whipped his head around, now on high alert. After about a minute when he didnt hear anything big, Tatum turned back around and assumed walking. "Come on Jago, its just some zombies... Jago?" Tatum looked back at his dog, who wasnt following him. The rusty hairs on the dogs back had stood up and his lip curled back. You would think this would be anormal thing for a dog in a world full of zombies, but Jago never did that. When there was a zombie, Jago would press up against Tatum legs, getting his attention and then await orders. He was like a good soldier. But, as Jago was growling, obviously this wasnt a zombie he could sense.
((In the picture, just pretened theres less lights and the trees dont look cared for lol))