Surviving (Lyria and RandomBloke)
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				Title: <strong>Surviving (Lyria and RandomBloke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 20:32:46</strong>
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				Her lungs burned, as did her throat. Rebecca collapsed onto a fallen log and noisily sucked in air through her delicate nose, trying to catch her breath. She had been moving at a quick pace for hours…how many, she did not know. Her body told her it had to be quite a few. Not only was her chest aching, but her legs burned from the exertion, her tank was soaked with sweat, and her feet were numb. But before her feet were numb, they had been pained. She knew there were blisters…bad ones. <br><br>She leaned forward, resting her fine features in her hands, her long chocolate colored hair cascading down around her hands arms. She grit her teeth as she felt more tears welling in her bright green eyes. <br><br><em>Stop it…just deal with it…don’t cry…you're tough, been through worse...deal with it, don’t be weak.</em><br><br>Stubborn as she was, she didn’t listen to herself, and the tears washed down her dirty cheeks, leaving porcelain trails in the grime. But the tears were silent, the sobs held at bay. <br><br>After several minutes of sitting and breathing and crying, Rebecca sat up straighter, looking around at the woods. She dug in the pocket of her baggy cargos and pulled out a lighter. She flipped the zippo over in her fingers, a habit of hers, the cool smooth metal shining in the bits of sunlight that filtered in spots through the canopy of the trees. She didn’t smoke, but just carried it because all of the kids her age did. <br><br>She had an idea where she was, and what it would take to get to some some sort of civilization. She couldn’t see any powerlines, and had not seen an airplane in the sky for awhile. The silence of it reminded her of 9-11 when all air travel had been put on hold. After the…things…had grabbed her brother she had just ran, ran out of Golden and into the hills of the front range of the rockies. West of Denver, and into the start of the mountains. It wasn’t the smartest idea, it would get cold at night, even though at lower elevation it was quite warm. She needed to find shelter, maybe another town. Those monsters couldn’t be everywhere…could they? But she was familiar with these trails and the different unmapped mountain roads. They had lived up here as kids, hiking and exploring. First they had come with thier parents, her father being a geologist and both of her parents being outdoor enthusiasts. But as she and her brother grew old enough, they came on their own. Never alone, that was dangerous, but together, or with friends. <br><br>Now that she had gained some sort of control over herself, Rebecca could hear water, a soft bubbling of a creek. She rose again to her feet and winced, almost collapsing. The pain had returned during her rest, it felt like a thousand hot needles were poking her feet over and over. Her Sketchers hasn’t held up. <br><br>Rebecca dropped to her knees to crawl. It was too painful to walk. She made her way towards the sound of the water, down a slight incline, and spied the bubbling brook. <br><br>“Thank god…”<br><br>She closed her eyes and sighed in deep relief. She was so thirsty. Rebecca knew she shouldn’t drink the water, there could be pesticides or animal waste in it in it, but that’s what hospitals were for, right? Wouldn’t dying of thirst be worse?<br><br><em>You are not going to die of thirst, stop it.</em><br><br>She knelt by the creek and splashed cool water over her face and hands and arms, washing the dirt from her skin. Once she felt almost clean, she leaned forward and scooped a palmful of water towards her face to drink, but paused, then dropped the water back into the brook with a sigh. It wasn't worth the risk, yet. She wiped her hand on her cargos, and heard movement. It was close, and steady, footfalls. It didn't sound like an animal, which meant it had to be either human or monster. And she wasn't sure which. <br><br>Rebecca looked around hastily for somewhere to hide. There wasn't really anywhere, but she had to do something. She grabbed a chunk of wood, an old fallen limb of a tree, and held it like a bat. The feel of it in her palms, her hands choking it like she so often had in her years of athletics, was comforting. Rebecca grit her teeth and waited. <br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving (Lyria and RandomPikey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 23:23:26</strong>
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				A soft sigh escaped Dave's lips as he made his way through what seemed to be an endless maze of trees. The cracking sound of branches being crushed beneath his feet was about the only thing that could be heard aside from the somewhat soothing sound of the flowing water nearby. It had been weeks since his first encounter with these monsters. Indirectly his squad was responsible for the what he figured was now a worldwide infestation. They could have stopped this from happening if the entire thing hadn't been kept a secret to begin with. Fighting an enemy you knew nothing about.. it was only normal things ended up the way they did. All it took was one wounded man in the infirmary to set things in motion.<br><br>It was almost funny how you began to realise just how many human beings walked on this planet once they ended up being your worst nightmare. Once the quarantine had been breached, there was simply nothing he could do. When he first ended up on his own and on the run, trying to drag as much ammo with him as he could wasn't one of the best ideas. Not only did it slow him down far too much, the people infected by the virus didn't seem to be bothered by a bullet, unless it was placed between their eyes.<br><br>Dave had always been one of the best, tons of special units had asked him personally to join their forces instead. Though he declined, because he wanted to protect his country, if he was going to fight, he was going to do it alongside the men he had worked with his entire life. One of the many men right in the middle of the battlefield, the most dangerous position you could be in. Ironically, the people in the country he swore to protect, were now mindless beings he had to kill, before they would kill him.<br><br>Sadly it was blatantly obvious he simply couldn't fight them, their numbers were limitless and he had only one life to give, so the only option left was running away. An option he hated the most, combat was in his blood, all he ever did in his entire life was fighting to ensure he could continue living it. Sometimes running was simply the only way. There were two survivors with him before Dave had entered the forest, but they refused to follow him. Chances were high they were now already infected, walking amongst the many other people who let themselves get overwhelmed by fear. It was an unfortunate thing, but they couldn't be persuaded and this wasn't like a movie, you couldn't just run into a mass of them and expect to leave as heroes. Besides, the only thing they provided was some company, it hardly compensated for the extra problems they brought along with them.<br><br>A rather harsh decision he had to make, but this wasn't just an ordinary war. If he knew there had been another option, another path they could take, he would've gone with it. But there wasn't, nor was there any reason to sit about and feel bad about it. Besides, it wasn't like they were well acquainted. Aside from the fact that the woman thought he was the type she <em>'definitely flirt with if the circumstances had been different.'</em> Not exactly a thing he wanted to hear, let alone a thing he cared about. <br><br>Despite him being in the army was all about protecting people, actually interacting with them wasn't exactly something Dave was very good at. His mother always did say if he was a little more sensitive, there wouldn't be a woman that couldn't fall in love with him. Apparently being 6'3" and having a muscular body helped. The corners of his lips curled to a smile at the thought, the only thing the women she was talking about were interested now, was the flesh on his body. Never had he considered it to be a good thing his mother died at a young age, until now. Everything was better than falling prey to these monsters, being eaten alive or ending up as a mindless beast wasn't an appealing alternative. <br><br><strong>"Heh.."</strong> Dave mumbled as he stared at the river for a while, his rifle slung over his back. He was pretty darn sure he had gone insane, though not insane enough to use this water to drink just to spare his rations. You had to be at least a little crazy to survive in this mess. <strong>"Might as well take a break, I guess.."</strong> he muttered and kneeled down to was his short brown hairs. Bathing would be too risky, even though he started to carry around a pretty strong body odor around with him. Being on the run for days without any clue where you were going from things that did not sleep didn't exactly make one care about his personal hygiene.<br><br>The risk of staying in one place for too long didn't outweigh feeling nice and clean, so for now he'd have to be satisfied with a quick yet refreshing splash in the face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving (Lyria and RandomBloke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 20:41:05</strong>
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				Her heart pounded in her ears, and she internally cursed the noise. The sound of her ragged breathing also annoyed her, as did the tendril of hair that puffed away from her face with each breath. She couldn’t hear the footfalls any more, either from the sound of her blood and breathing rushing from adrenalin, or because the footsteps had stopped. She scarcely moved, her knuckles white from her tight grip, her muscles taut. <br><br>It seemed like an hour, but after a minute of tense silence Rebecca was convinced the steps had stopped. She was fairly certain the steps had stopped upstream from her, the breeze and sounds of the water bringing the sounds of the other being to her. But why had they stopped? Were they watching her? Were they aware of her? Were they man or monster? <br><br>She grit her teeth again, her eyes, shaded by long lashes, flitting from shadow to shadow among the trees, as she debated on what to do. If it was monster, wouldn’t it have attacked already? But if it was human, why had they not said something…unless they weren’t aware of her, which gave her a bit of an edge. <br><br>Rebecca breathed deep, her chest rising and falling more evenly, forcing herself to calm down as she tried to figure out what to do. In the moment, her feet were forgotten, her immediate survival taking precedence. She could approach them, but if they were unaware, she might startle them, and if they were as edgy as she was that could be bad. She could try and sneak away, but it would be better to be with another human. A small group would be best, but it had sounded like one person. <br><br>In the end she decided to call out and just see what happened. Still holding the branch like a bat she called out in a voice that was far weaker than she wished it had been, making her sound meeker than the confidence she had wanted to fake, and the stubborness she didn't have to. “Hello? Someone there?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving (Lyria and RandomBloke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 19:48:43</strong>
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				The voice startled Dave and caused him to grab his gun, aiming it to where the sound came from. Soon the choice of washing his hair proved to have been a bad one, as the water started to roll down his face and into his eyes, making it difficult to concentrate. <br><br>Normally he would have been relieved to hear another human voice yet again, but given the situation it seemed very suspicious that someone just happened to have wandered over here. Not to mention, if a person could sneak up on him like that, that meant he was starting to lose focus. The lack of sleep being the obvious cause.<br><br>As a soldier Dave was well aware of the extra dangers aside from the monsters, as if they weren't enough. Even though the chances seemed slim, this could be a trap. It wasn't unheard of, humans killing other humans merely for their possessions. Only during such a disaster, crime would flourish. A sad thing, but somehow it just seemed to be human nature. With the only exception that it was neither money or love that was the main reason, but supplies and most importantly: food.<br><br>Fortunately for him it sounded like it was just a woman, pretty young if his ears hadn't betrayed him yet. Were there others? He couldn't be certain. Still, Dave could almost feel the fear this person felt. <strong>"Who's out there?! Show your face!"</strong> he yelled louder than intended. Even though he was pretty sure there was no risk, trying to be intimidating now could still help him should he have misjudged the situation. It wasn't like he wasn't allowed to make some noise now, it was pretty safe for now, compared to the city where every little sound could turn your relatively safe position into a nightmare.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving (Lyria and RandomBloke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 21:27:15</strong>
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				She wasn’t sure what she expected for a response, but the force of the commanding tone that replied startled her, and she jumped, dropping the piece of wood. Logic told her that if the voice was commanding her to show herself, show her face, that he couldn’t see her and it was a chance to run and escape. But the combination of surprise at hearing the strong human voice, and the knowledge that she would be better of with someone than alone, kept her from immediately turning and running. She didn’t step forward immediately, still frightened, and unsure of what kind of person held the voice. <br><br>Her body was still, her heart pounding, blood racing in her ears. She swallowed, her dry throat sticky and uncomfortable, reminding her that she was getting close to dehydration. Maybe this man had water. Maybe he had food. Maybe he had a place up here in the mountains where they could hide from the monsters. <br><br>And maybe he isn’t the kind of man you want to be trapped in a cabin with. <br><br>As she stood their debating, her figure tense and taut, her feet started to tingle, the pain waking up as the adrenalin tempered. She didn’t have much of a choice. She had to try. <br><br>Rebecca slowly took a step forward, calling out in a slightly more sure voice. “okay…I…I mean no harm, please don’t be upset. I’m not one of the…the things.”<br><br>With a deep breath she took a few more steps, entering the tangle of trees that separated her from the voice. She had her hands in the air, but lowered them, he wasn’t a bank robber or a mugger. A few more steps and she broke through the foliage, bringing the man into her field of vision, and him into hers. <br><br>Her green eyes quickly flit over the area, taking in the man and what he appeared to have with him. Military. She could tell from his dress. And that explained the firmness of his voice. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving (Lyria and RandomBloke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 23:40:08</strong>
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				That the person was a woman didn't came as a surprise to him, even an idiot could tell that due to the softness of her voice, something a man could never dream of impersonating. Unless he already had a very feminine voice, which would have meant a feminine body came with the package. Either way had the advantage. Her appearance however took him by surprise, he didn't expect her to be so young. It was a shock really, to see such a young woman obviously torn apart by the event took his breath away. Who knows what her eyes had seen, certainly not things someone her age would've endured.<br><br>Reluctant to, but feeling like it was necessary, he decided to further test her out. Even if she looked innocent didn't mean there weren't any others trying to take advantage of this, "Identify yourself!" Dave shouted a simple order. Of course he wasn't at all interested in her name or any other personal information, but he merely wanted to observe her reaction. Part of his long career as a soldier had given him experiences to understand the way the human mind worked.<br><br>If she was acting, the chances were high she'd immediately respond to this unusual question. Very unusual considering the situation they were in made knowing her actual identity obsolete. However, if she were to stumble on her words, he'd be more likely to believe this wasn't an act. Dave was pointing his assault rifle at her after all, only with intense training could one overcome the fear of looking at a tool of death and destruction.<br><br>Wether or not she was merely a lost soul looking for some help or one of the criminals looking to steal rations, water and other supplies wasn't the only thing on his mind. Another person meant more complications, more risks. Dave swore to protect and that was what he was going to do, but he had made many plans and calculated his chances of survival accordingly. This meant changing everything, from how to divide his food and what little water he had left, to how and when they should move. Sadly, the only benefit he'd have from this was if she knew where the heck they were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving (Lyria and RandomBloke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 21:23:27</strong>
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				Her eyes were locked on the gun, and her hands slowly rose. Everything else disappeared from her field of vision besides the impossibly dark, deep opening of the barrel. <br><br>The bark of his second command came out of nowhere, like the gun itself had gone off. Her body jolted and she stumbled back in surprise, her right foot catching on a large rock. She fell back onto her round ass, her elbow cracking on the ground as she was reluctant to lower her hands even in her fall. She settled in that position, resting on her butt and one elbow. Her eyes were wide, her lips parting, but only air coming forth before she finally was able to summon words. “I…what? I just…I’m R-Rebecca. I…”<br><br>She was breathing rapidly, her chest rising and falling with small jerks, not from exertion, but from anxiety at having an assault rifle pointed at her. With difficulty she tore her green eyes from the weapon, and instead focused on the face of the man wielding it. She was quickly regretting her decision of making contact, and wishing she would have fled from his initial command, instead. The gun changed everything. There was little he couldn’t command her to do, as long as the gun was pointed at her. <br><br>Rebecca swallowed against the dryness in her throat and whispered, afraid if she made her request any louder it might be offensive. “Please….please, I…I mean no harm, I…I heard you, and thought that…that it was better to be with someone than alone.”<br><br>Her eyes brimmed with tears. She would fight to protect herself if needed, fight to the death, but she didn’t know how to fight bullets. “I will go away. I promise.”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving (Lyria and RandomBloke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 00:42:44</strong>
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				Regret filled his heart as he saw the way the girl reacted, Dave didn't like to do this either, but the risks were too great to let these simple basic emotions get in the way. Rebecca, which apparently was her name, would get over it. In return for this rather harsh introduction he would provide supplies and, most importantly, protection after all. Though it would be a hard task to gain her trust now, first impressions were kind of a big deal to the average human being, especially when they were still as young as she was.<br><br>How he was going to gain back her trust, Dave had no clue. Being used to dealing with though soldiers who trusted his every command made him anything but an expert on women. In fact, before all of this happened, women were probably the thing he feared the most. Unpredictable, hard to understand and the main cause of men doing something stupid. If it would have been under normal circumstances, he would just have left her behind.<br><br>"Please, take it easy, don't be a fool, I just had to be sure. For all I knew there were give other men hiding waiting to overpower me." somehow giving her the simple facts in a cold, emotionless tone of voice seemed like a good idea to him. Though, as a sign of good faith, he did lower his gun as soon as he had finished his sentence, letting it dangle on his shoulder. "Just.. don't start crying alright.." Dave almost begged her, finding it hard to conceal his inexperience in these kind of situations. <br><br>Not wanting to startle her, Dave slowly moved towards the girl, reaching out a hand. "Just, like, let me help you get back on your feet, alright?" even though it was barely noticeable due to his training, Dave couldn't say he wasn't feeling nervous. If she were to scream right now, this safe zone wouldn't be safe for much longer.
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