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entrancelogs2016-04-16 12:03 pm
rosswood) wrote in entrancelogs2016-04-16 12:03 pm
you're on your own, in a world you've grown [open]
Who: Alex Kralie and you!
Where: Fourth floor, and later outside
When: 4/16 - 4/20
Rating: PG-13 for gore and unpleasantness
Summary: Zombie apocalypse. Alex is prepared. And for once, he's not about to die.
The Story:
4/16; so show me why you're strong
[ooc: anyone who wants to be rescued or had the situation well in hand, thank you very much, in the last prompt is more than welcome to jump in! Prose or brackets are fine, I'll match either one!]
Where: Fourth floor, and later outside
When: 4/16 - 4/20
Rating: PG-13 for gore and unpleasantness
Summary: Zombie apocalypse. Alex is prepared. And for once, he's not about to die.
The Story:
4/16; so show me why you're strong
By the time Max's post went up, Alex already knew something was off, because he nearly got attacked as well. He barricaded himself in his room immediately and waited for the incessant pounding to fade away. These things are smart and sensitive, and what's more, they're hungry.4/17; ignore everybody else, we're alone now
He spends the first day in his room. If he hears any human-sounding shouts, he'll only sit tight for a moment before tearing the door open and trying to snatch whoever might be out there to safety with him. It's for self-preservation, he tells himself, and no other reason. The more people that get infected, the more monstrous zombie-things he'll have to worry about.
He doesn't care otherwise. He really doesn't.
For once, he's actually remembered the gun Rocket gave him. It's a powerful laser-shooting thing, but loud, and he's not entirely certain how to reload it, so he's vowed to only use it when necessary. It took the entire day to get himself a gas mask from his closet, which means the mansion is not going to be forthcoming with supplies in the future. Time to move on.4/18 - 4/20; and your friends are gone, and your friends won't come
He pulls the gas mask on and zips up his jacket, the one from home, yanking the hood low over his head. Gloves on his hands. Not an inch of flesh showing. Can't give these sons of bitches any flesh to feast on. Blue stripes aren't great for blending into his surroundings, but it's the only jacket he's got, so he creeps along the fourth floor, hyperalert, waiting for the inevitable inhuman sound of an approaching undead ambush.
Thick greenish clouds have begun to creep from under doors and into the hallway. Alex has abandoned his room entirely and set off into the outside, shouldering his backpack with its scanty supplies, creeping cautiously along with his futuristic laser-gun thing in hand. He hasn't got a lot of food, or even a lot of water, but luckily he's used to running on fumes. Turns out his gun doesn't need to be reloaded. Lasers don't have mags, who knew? He's even adapted to the kickback, but the angry roar of the thing charging and then firing tends to attract lots of unpleasant noise, so he's also armed himself with a rusted shovel he located out in the garden. It's flimsy, looks like it'll fall apart any second, but it also makes much less noise.
Speaking of noise.
Someone's screaming somewhere. He's not a savior of anyone's skin, the last few events taught him that much, but the yelling will attract more packs of the things, and they're close enough to him to pose a legitimate threat. Unfortunately, the thing about gas masks is that they're awful hard to see out of at the best of times, and Alex had to discard his glasses just to get the thing on in the first place. He's half-blind and mostly operating on sound. Just like. Hah. Just like the monsters after his blood.
Luckily, screams are easy to pinpoint. He tears toward the source of the commotion, whips up his laser rifle, and braces the stock against his shoulder.
"Get down!" he yells, the warning muffled by the gas mask but hopefully coherent nonetheless.
Then he fires.
[ooc: anyone who wants to be rescued or had the situation well in hand, thank you very much, in the last prompt is more than welcome to jump in! Prose or brackets are fine, I'll match either one!]
AMAZING
Jesus!
[Alex goes rigid, his throat bobbing nervously. What is with this place and badass chicks who can kick his ass as soon as look at him?]
Hold your damn horses, I'm trying to help!
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Didn't anyone ever warn you not to grab a woman when she's fighting zombies with sharp objects?
[ Her words are utterly dry as she gives him a mildly exasperated look and sheathes the knife once more, releasing him entirely and checking the corridor outside to make sure everything was quiet again before shutting the door firmly. ]
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[He holds up his hands in a peaceful, hopefully placating gesture when she lets go, brow still furrowed.]
Silly me.
[He glances around cautiously, but everything's empty. None of those things that look vaguely human but aren't. Zombies, Kralie. They're zombies. Let's not sugar-coat it.]
You've done this before, or something?
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[ Her answer is brusque and to the point but she takes his words as an apology whether he meant it to be or not. Aren't you lucky?
She lets her gaze scan her new surroundings, the room he'd been holed up in. ]
I take it you haven't?
[ No offense, you just seem a little jumpy. ]
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[He deposits the leg of his desk chair on the ground and opens the closet like he has been every twenty minutes or so. Still empty. The mansion's being stingy this go around.
The place resembles a kind of derelict dorm room, but there's a future-y-looking gun in the corner, courtesy of Rocket's generosity. Alex hasn't been eager to use it.]
I've had practice with keeping an eye out, though. Set up a feed.
[He gestures at the phone he has propped up on his desk, displaying an imperfect picture of the empty hall. He managed to rig a camera just outside the door, even if the feed occasionally glitches out with a spray of static. Side effect of him being so close by.]
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If you had the supplies, could you rig up more of these? Something where we could start to monitor wider areas?
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[He lets the door swing shut with a sigh. He yanks out a box of tapes from beneath his bed, cards through them. He's still got a stash of additional cameras in case one breaks, but his resources are stretched thin enough as it is, and with all the chaos it's only a matter of time before his single feed breaks.]
Plus, all I've got is analog. I gotta refill the tape once it runs out.
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...Remind me to shove the two engineers I know at you after all this mess is over. Maybe we can be more prepared for next time.
[ Because from what she's learned so far about this place? There's always a next time.
She glances up at him then, straightening as she gives him a once-over. ] I'm Natasha.
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[From the way he's staring morosely at his stacks of unused tapes, he's not happy about it either. There goes all his equipment at the expense of a zombie apocalypse of all things. He might be overly paranoid and over-prepared compared to plenty of other people, but he's not exactly cut out for this.]
Alex. You ever done this before?
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[ She's quick to praise that, because it is a good idea, and well done. her mind is just already halfway racing on how they can maybe improve this in the future if - when? - another disaster like this strikes. ]
Gotten overrun by a horde of mutated fungal zombies? No, can't say that I have. [ Her tone goes back to being wry again. ] I was in New York City when it got invaded and overrun by aliens once. And just before I came here, a maniacal AI made himself an army of robotic minions and tried to turn a small country into a meteor to make a new extinction event. Not quite the same, but still fairly massive in scale. The numbers have felt similar a time or two.
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[He blinks.]
Jesus.
[She seems fairly frank about the whole thing. So - this is typical for her, in a manner of speaking. Sort of. Kind of. Sort of kind of. He's not really the one to judge. All his disasters have been small-scale.]
So I guess these are...kinda more mindless than your run-of-the-mill aliens or robots. Which is good.
[Is there even a metric for this sort of thing?]
Seem to like loud noises, though.
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[ She shrugs casually. If there's a metric for one of these things, she doesn't know about it yet. But at this point, she's starting to think maybe they need one.
She does nod at his observation, however, casting him an approving glance. ] Yeah, they seem to react to sound. Their vision's not bad either, but it's easier to sneak past them if you can be quiet.
[ Which is how she's been getting around them, mostly. ]
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[He indicates the gun in the corner of the room with an inclination of his head. It's a noisy thing, even if it looks to be good at blowing huge chunks of those zombies away in one good well-aimed blast.]
That thing's loud, and I don't want any more of 'em on my position as it is.
[He tries to fiddle with the feed, but his proximity is futzing up the video again. Goddamnit. He scowls and retreats to let the feed sort itself.]
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How are you with a blade?
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[He says airily, like he hasn't gotten stabbed twice now. Look, he's way better with a knife than history would indicate. He's stabbed people before. Without dying. Honest.]
Just got a little sticker like this one, though.
[Another flipknife, since someone who's name rhymes with "sclera" took his last one. Like an absolute ass.]
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Here. This has better reach. I want it back after the zombies disperse though. It's mean more for hacking, though. Not stabbing. Although it does that well enough too, in a pinch.
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You just carry stuff like this around all the time?
[Well, hell. He might need to start taking a leaf outta her book.]
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Doesn't everyone?
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[Wow. Considering his death by stabbing twice now, he really should start packing something with a little more heft.]
I mean, I'm not complaining.
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[ She doesn't have patience for complaining. Not when there's zombies outside, anyway. ]
I'm heading back out. Are you going to stay laying low here?
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[Two deaths down. Can't afford to play the hero when he's been shanked twice already.]
Unless you, uh - really need the help?
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You can help me by keeping an eye on the hallway and not dying.
And start making plans on how we might be able to expand that, once this threat is handled. I have some friends I can direct you towards that should be able to help you, too. They've a knack for technology and building things.
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He tries not to feel sullen as he rolls one of his shoulders and reluctantly nods.]
Sure. Yeah. But if it gets too hairy here I'm ditching this setup and heading to one of the safe houses.
[Seems fair enough.]
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[ She glances over her shoulder at him as she heads for the door. ]
Avoid the lower floors, they're quickly getting overrun. The fifth floor bar is closed off now - nothings going in or out. There's the diner on the top floor still open for people looking for a place to bunk down though. And some sort of fort out in the woods, I've heard, although I haven't been there myself to see it. I think there's some people up on the roof, too.
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[For one, he knows a certain murderous, knife-wielding child is at that particular diner, and he's in no rush to evade death by zombie only to succumb to death by preteen. For another...he's probably already made too many enemies here. Far, far better to strike out on his own.]
Thanks.
[He gestures at the borrowed knife with half of his mouth quirking up into a smirk.]
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