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entrancelogs2013-11-23 11:34 pm
onsilksheets) wrote in entrancelogs2013-11-23 11:34 pm
[OPEN]
Who: Bela Talbot and YOU!
Where: Anywhere and everywhere
When: During the whole of Zombie event.
Rating: R to be on the safe side.
Summary: A catch all for the event with those I planned with and also anyone who wants to jump in! Comment into what day you want and I post a starter if you need me to. Just PM me or drop a private plurk @marymoo :)
Action tags are a-okay as well!
The Story:
One of the things that Bela learned after a few hours was that loud noises seemed to attract the zombies or 'biters' or 'walkers'... whatever Daryl had called them. Therefore, she decided that she would only use her handgun in an emergency. As it happened, she had armed herself with a knife or two and a pipe, perfect for jamming straight into a zombie's brain, disgusting as it was. Didn't really seem to matter when it was her life at stake.
She also gathered whatever food supplies she could and they were meager so Bela had to make them last. Finding fresh water may be a problem. There were a few bottles stored away in the bag she had but how long would that last? Bela wasn't used to this sort of thing and the lack of sleep didn't make anything better. If she looked in a mirror, she'd probably die of shock. Even in the midst of a zombie invasion, Bela was still a little bit vain.
Staying alive was still her number one priority though.
Where: Anywhere and everywhere
When: During the whole of Zombie event.
Rating: R to be on the safe side.
Summary: A catch all for the event with those I planned with and also anyone who wants to jump in! Comment into what day you want and I post a starter if you need me to. Just PM me or drop a private plurk @marymoo :)
Action tags are a-okay as well!
The Story:
One of the things that Bela learned after a few hours was that loud noises seemed to attract the zombies or 'biters' or 'walkers'... whatever Daryl had called them. Therefore, she decided that she would only use her handgun in an emergency. As it happened, she had armed herself with a knife or two and a pipe, perfect for jamming straight into a zombie's brain, disgusting as it was. Didn't really seem to matter when it was her life at stake.
She also gathered whatever food supplies she could and they were meager so Bela had to make them last. Finding fresh water may be a problem. There were a few bottles stored away in the bag she had but how long would that last? Bela wasn't used to this sort of thing and the lack of sleep didn't make anything better. If she looked in a mirror, she'd probably die of shock. Even in the midst of a zombie invasion, Bela was still a little bit vain.
Staying alive was still her number one priority though.
four words, ugh
I've taken down a few here and there. The ones that got in my way. [If he looked close enough he would be able to see bloodstains on her clothes-not her own though. Just thinking about it disgusted Bela.]
Have you killed any of them?
[The first time she was killed here, it was Dean who did it, under the influence of an event. Bela hadn't seen him since their conversation on the roof when they came to a truce. It was much better than trying to hurt each other and make things much worse.
Her thoughts drift back to the presence and back to Adam as she looks at him, glad that he was actually listening to her and going to come along for the ride, no matter how difficult it may be. Bela shivers, pulling her jacket tighter around herself and ignores the cold as much as she can.]
Four words? :O
He, on the other hand, hasn't done much surviving to speak of yet, but after being stupid enough to find himself outside, he hasn't exactly been safely snuggled up indoors, either.]
Not... really. Someone told me what you have to do. And that they're contagious.
[He has his own stories smeared on his clothes, but nothing more impressive than giving himself time to bolt for the nearest spot not completely crawling with undead people.]
In a previous tag I wrote 'three' instead of 'four'
[Hiding away until help came along wasn't exactly a bad idea but the fact that he hadn't really killed any at all made Bela think that Adam was really good at hiding. She'd do what she can to keep them both alive because he had become a friend of sorts.]
Got a few rounds of ammo left but firing a gun only attracts them-it's the sound. Better to kill them quietly. [She gestures to the pipe.]
The quicker we move the better.
DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE.
The guy from Georgia, right?
[Yeah, he knows the one. Daryl had been confident, and not just that, strong enough to watch Adam's back as well as his own. In just a day, though, all that residual confidence has drained out of Adam, leaving him feeling hollow and adrift. Putting this woman in danger because he's not capable of doing what needs to be done is something he doesn't want on his shoulders.
He nods slowly]
He didn't happen to give you a map by chance, did he?
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[Definitely someone to have around in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. It would be handy if Daryl was with them right now but he was probably off rescuing some other residents and being all heroic like. Bit like the Winchesters really. But Bela liked Daryl more.
She's just trying not to let her fear show on the surface as it wouldn't do either of them any good.]
No, he didn't. That would have been useful, considering the circumstances. [
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Do you have your phone or whatever it is? Is it still working?
[Call 9-1-1 in an emergency, right? Adam looks doubtful at his own suggestion.]
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[The sound of groaning catches her attention and Bela turns around to see three zombies shuffle into view, a little away from them. She glances to Adam, whispering.]
Don't move and don't make a sound.
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[He's on the verge of saying "what about we call someone," people like Sam and Dean on the forefront of his mind. They're prepared for this and aren't struggling to remember what day it is because of Hell memories, and so are others. Those people have a chance to turn this around, unlike himself.
He's scared. He can't handle the blood, or the rotting, sunken faces. Dealing with monsters puts him right back on the edge of the portal, teetering over the edge of the pit.
With more of the undead closing, he just barely stops himself from reaching out and snagging her sleeve. What's she going to do?]
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The stench attacks her nostrils and she has to suck in a breath to stop herself from gagging. Just move on. If they did, then they wouldn't have to deal with them. Her hand grips her weapon tightly, ready to strike. The zombies still haven't noticed their presence but that could change in a heartbeat.]
I need you to be focused, Adam. If they come this way, I might need your help.
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But he nods. What else can he do?]
Let's go.
[The one thing that's kept him ahead of the game is keeping moving.]
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Yes, let's.
[Her hand reaches over to grasp his elbow before she leads them away from the zombies, being as quiet as possible. Bela was relying on Adam to do the same because one tiny noise could draw attention to them.]
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He doesn't want to die. He feels this wish of his acutely, just when he'd been starting to wonder if his soul is still capable of feeling human emotion in the right way it's supposed to. The hand on his arm is a mainstay, reminding him of what's at stake if either of them fail to hold onto their wits. She die, he could die, or both of them could. God, he's had enough of that.
Once he feels it's safe, he looks around them before daring to speak up again.]
Look, the prison is the only thing I know that's close by. It's our best bet. You know any other doors...?
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[There is logic to what he was suggesting, but Bela didn't want to take the risk. Not when they had come this far, not after Daryl told her that more zombies could turn up over the next few days. Two of them against dozens didn't make for good odds.
She's still holding onto his elbow, though not as tightly as before; Bela was grateful to have someone with her despite her reputation as a lone wolf.
Dying wasn't an option, despite being a possibility.]
It'll probably be dark by the time we got there.
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[He doesn't try to hold tight to any sort of bravado; he calls it like he sees it, a plain assessment. His voice doesn't waver. There's being afraid, and then there's having experienced such terror and come out the other side of it that things are somehow clearer and calmer in the aftermath. Adam knows they're stuck, but he also knows they don't have many options.]
What's left? If they see us out in the open, they're going to chase us no matter what.
[And if they're bad during the day, he can just imagine what they get like when darkness really settles in. Last night, he couldn't go anywhere the windows without hearing their constant moaning.]
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Fine. [Bela replies after a lengthy pause, her voice calm and even. He's smart. Even she can admit that.] They would come for us regardless of anything.
[Things could go back to normal as soon as possible. Bela hopes and prays for that.]
We'll try it your way, Adam. Let's go.
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He smiles slightly.]
Then I really hope you're wrong about the prison. You bring the weapons, I'll be the bait?
[She probably can't understand the joke, though it, like their situation, isn't the least bit funny in reality.]
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[It isn't funny at all but she smiles faintly in return in the hope that it might give her the positive boost that she needed to get through this.]
I'm more concerned about food and water supplies. We'd be all right for a while but finding more couldn't hurt.
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I'm not.
[But she could probably outrun him in his state, anyway. Food and water hasn't ranked high on his to-do list, not for lack of need. He looks behind them, searching for more walkers, before swallowing thickly.]
Where'd you get what you have?
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[Bela sets her backpack down, opens it and takes out crackers that were wrapped in foil, holding it out to him. She's got a few more where those came from but eating them sparingly would keep both of them going for longer.]
Here. You can have this. Like I said, nothing really exciting.
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You should... keep it. I mean, it's yours, you found it. You might need it later.
[Take, take, take. In a way, that's all he's ever done, and even now something in him cares more about breaking that habit than taking advantage of someone else's generosity to survive. His mother had died because he'd been her son, because he'd needed protecting. He'd made the same mistakes with Sam and Dean. He'd needed protecting then, too. His own helplessness had screwed everything up.
Bela putting herself out there for him stirs that guilt, whipping it up into a froth.]
Let's go for now. It'll be safer in the bag, anyway.
[With that, he turns to scan the trees ahead of them.]
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[Like it or not, Bela had become responsible for him. At least for today. She had helped Adam before and back then, Bela didn't think she would be doing it a second time. There was still quite a lot that she didn't know about him, and maybe she never would, but like most people, he had a story.]
But all right. We'll get going and eat whenever we find somewhere safe.
[Going along with his plan for now as she begins to head in the direction of the prison.]
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[She has the gun, it's true, but she'd also seemed to believe him when he'd said he'd been to Hell. If Adam could see himself, he probably wouldn't trust himself, not so far as to keep calm in a panic situation, or to share well in a time when it's everyone for themselves. If she sees something in him worth having faith in, he can't tell what it is, other than as someone to play the bait just as he'd joked.
When she puts a cork in the subject, he does, too. No matter what, he's with someone. An hour ago, he couldn't have said that.]
Do you know what the gates are like? If they're closed, maybe we could climb back inside.
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Fun times.]
I think the gates were high. Likely closed, if people want to keep those things out. [She shivers, unable to fully keep out the chill. Why couldn't the weather go back to the summer. Hell, she'd even accept the Autumn right about now.]
You could always give me a boost if I need it.
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The weight's been flying off me since I got here--
[Thanks to the "post-Hell, can't sleep, can't eat, stewing in your own misery" diet.]
--you could probably give me a boost.
[Making jokes when you're about to die isn't so bad.]
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You know, I probably could. [The tiniest of smiles find its way onto her lips.] When this is over, you should treat yourself to something unhealthy. Like burger and fries or whatever you Americans like.
[In other words, fatten yourself up a little, Adam. The skeletal look doesn't suit you.]
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