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Topic Started: May 3 2016, 10:24 PM (172 Views)
Cambrysiel
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The woods that separate the college and the rest of the town.
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Cambrysiel
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Sweat trickled down Bethany's forehead as she stopped in the forest, trying to catch her breath. A gash on her temple had blood oozing out of it, and she had begun to feel dizzy. She had to stop.

"Just give us what you have, girl, nobody has to get hurt."
"Fuck you, man. Leave me alone."


Beth leans up against a larger tree trunk, letting out a huff of exhaustion. She couldn't keep doing these runs - not unless she had some proper sleep. She estimated she had... maybe, two hours, before she would pass out.

Her fingers flit up to her forehead and she immediately pulls away, her fingertips heavily coated with sticky, fresh blood. The sight makes her woozy, and she slides into a sitting position at the bottom of the tree trunk.

"JUST GIVE US YOUR SHIT!"
"NO!"


Bethany wondered if this was how she was going to die. Alone, cold, and with nothing except an empty magazine clip in her pocket and the jacket-plus-scarf she wore. Hopefully she'd be found quickly, and in private. She didn't want to become a spectacle. Didn't want some unsuspecting search party to stumble across her reanimated corpse and suffer the same fate --

-- but that wouldn't happen. For more reasons than one. Bethany couldn't get sick... right?

Bethany was running through the forest, away from town. One of them had followed her, tracking her footprints in the snow. Another shot rang out, this time splintering a tree off to her side. She darts the opposite way, but tumbles straight down the side of a hill. Her head smashes into a large rock at the bottom, and everything goes black.
By the time she'd woken, the sun was setting.


"Gotta get back." She mumbles, quietly at first, and then louder, "Gotta get up." Using the tree for support, Bethany stands, and continues stumbling in the direction she thought the school was...
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Teeky

Elias stayed still, poised on his left knee with his eyes scanning his surroundings. The fog that would normally accompany breath in these parts was obscured by the scarf that formed up and around the lower half of his face. He was dressed for warmth, not his usual attire, seeing as he knew that would be more important than mobility when you're out hunting. However... he didn't know who the true hunter was as various gunshots rang out. With his rifle in a semi- ready trooper hold, he'd begin trekking forward through the snowy forest. Minutes pass, and eventually silence sets in. He could not hear, nor see any individuals around him... until coming across a footstep laden path. Quickly he'd maneuver off towards the right, staying well out of clear sight, yet still following the direction they were heading. Upon reaching the drop off- he'd move in for a closer look, surveying the area with his gun raised before deeming it secure- until his eyes spotted the few vibrant colors of red. Still fresh... yet a small amount. It was relatively easy to read what happened due to the shapes in the snow, and amount of blood present, but none the less, he'd continue on, at a faster pace now that he realized someone was injured.

More time passes, and his muscles continue working at the pace he moved forward at. Every once in awhile he'd stop, and look around to see if anything was near or following him before moving forth up to the point where he eventually spotted a figure ahead of him. He'd not be able to identify the individual ahead of him, but none the less he'd huddle back behind a tree and catch his breath. Upon doing so, he'd stand back up and began moving from tree to tree, trying to keep quiet enough to get the drop on her, simply so that he could determine whether or not she needed immediate aid and whether or not she was a threat... for his safety of course.
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Cambrysiel
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SHE SHOULD’VE just kept her group small. Bethany shouldn't have ever gone to the college. She should've run far into the Colorado wilderness and never looked back.

As the gash continued dripping blood, Bethany stumbled forwards, pressing her shoulder and chest into another tree. She couldn't believe those assholes that were supposed to have her back left her for dead. Furthermore, she couldn't believe they'd come after her once they realized she was alive - all because she was different.

She feels weak. The forest is growing darker with every step she takes, and with each crunch of snow beneath her boot Bethany can feel herself ebbing closer to unconsciousness. The school wasn't far now - another twenty minutes of walking, if she was quick. But in Bethany's state, quickness was a luxury she could not afford.

Quite suddenly, she leans over and is sick, the stench of the straight bile soon filling the air. 'Oh god, not here, not now' thinks Bethany, as she continues her struggled walk West. Whenever Bethany got sick like this, she was known to hole up inside the school, in one of the restricted sections. Nobody knew why, but she disappeared for a day or two at a time, and when she came back she refused to address her illness.

But here, now, Bethany wasn't feeling so chipper. She felt like she could die at any moment. And when the footsteps in the snow behind her begins to crunch, the unarmed girl falls forwards onto her hands and knees, calling out in a weak tone: "Don't shoot - not armed!"

"Need - help..." And just like that, the world tipped and darkened, and Bethany crashed face-first into the snow.
Edited by Cambrysiel, May 4 2016, 11:07 AM.
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Teeky

The bile caught his eye, and his weapon stayed raised with the barrel of his rifle aimed in her direction. The way he approached was odd, with his body turned to the side... like someone who was trained. He didn't seem to say a word for now, simply closing the distance between them. Upon reaching 20 feet of her, he'd stop and simply observe her as she fell face first into the snow. "Dammit..." Elias says as he lowers his rifle slightly, moving over to check on her. In an instant the rifle was slung, but a knife was drawn, seeing as he figured a gun in close quarters wouldn't work to well, and she looked weak enough to overpower if he had to.

The man kneels down, and looks over her injuries, giving her a slight nudge to see if she reacted in any way. Should she not, the man sighs and begins tending to her wound after removing a pouch from his side. Well prepared it seemed.

With her injuries stable for now, he'd do one final check on his equipment, making sure his rifle was on safety as well as his sidearm, he checks her pulse, wraps a cloth around her eyes as a blindfold and then proceeds to pick her up in a firemans carry. Dear god, he hoped she wouldn't turn... his weak side always got the best of him. He figured that if he stopped every once in awhile to check if she was alive would minimize the risk... and if not- well, maybe she'd bite a heavily clothed part of him.

He checks his compass, and sets off in a direction he deems is his best bet. A safehouse is what he's looking for- or rather, a checkpoint as he called it. He didn't want to take any random straggler to where he stayed... too dangerous, but he couldn't leave someone to die. It'd take a bit, but eventually he'd find his target after zig zagging and circling around to mix up his trail and leave no tracks. Upon reaching his place- assuming she never woke throughout the journey, he shuts the door behind them, and raises his pistol to scan the house. Upon deeming it clear, he moves forward to a- very... ugly... carpet. Elias kneels down, and scoots the shitty fabric away, revealing what seems to be a trap door, or basement. "Now comes the hard part..." he says to himself. While speaking to no one other than him wasn't unusual, he tried not to do it to often. With his muscles straining, he'd eventually lift the trapdoor, and begin to lower himself inside, with Bethany on his shoulder. This was a tedious- and tough process, but eventually he'd get it done. Afterwards, Bethany would find herself placed on a bed, with one foot and armed binded to the bed, a safety measure for now.

(Feel free to interject anywhere, as I wrote this assuming you wouldn't wake.)
Edited by Teeky, May 6 2016, 06:47 PM.
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Cambrysiel
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IN HER SLUMBER, Bethany was watching a more recent memory scene unfold. She tossed and turned on the bed where she was chained, her fever spiking.

"Elliot Fitzgerald, you have been sentenced to death by execution in accordance of the Zenith Charter for the crimes of stealing medical supplies. Do you have any last words?"
"Not for you." The boy says.
As The Soldier moves into position to carry out the execution, the boy turns to stare out into the treeline surrounding the camp. Even though he doesn't know where, he knows Bethany is out there somewhere. Free. Safe, at least for now. Living to fight another day. The Soldier draws his sidearm, drawing back the hammer with an audible click to load a round into the chamber, and levels it with the boy's head.
The gunshot sounds. Bethany sobs in horror and anguish as Elliot, killed instantly, careens over with the force of the shot and collapses into the puddle he'd been kneeling in, blood mixing with the murky water. As she watches The Solider lower his gun, Bethany's expression turns to one of barely contained rage.
The Soldier would pay. He would die, by her hand. And soon.


The girl remains unconscious for almost two full days. At times, she turns over and over in the bed, restlessly, crying out for something or somebody that wasn't there. Other times, she laid as still as a corpse, her chest barely noticeable in its slow rise and fall.

As always, she had just needed time to recover. Her body was not yet used to such strenuous activity, and Bethany could only go so long without rest. Rest...

ake up!

On the second night, her eyes flutter open and she gasps. She is in an unfamiliar room, in an equally as unfamiliar bed, and that sends a wave of shock through her. Instinct throws her out of the bed - or, it tries to. All she really does is trash around, unaware of the binds on her arm and leg.

Since she can't move, Beth calls for her secondary plan of action when in a hostage situation: she screams. Loudly.
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Teeky

The room she was in was cozy, with stone walls surrounding her, as well as all sorts of odds and ends, ranging from junk to mechanical parts, or even clothing. The only exits were a skinny window (covered by snow) and a hatch with a ladder leading to it.

Elias had been sitting in a sectioned off area, fiddling with a few trinkets of his whilst relaxing in a cushioned chair as Bethany wakes... He flinches as the scream rings out, piercing his ears. In an instant, he plants his feet down and pushes back, sending his rolling chair flying backwards and away from a spare section of wall that kept him concealed. His right hand tightly grips his sidearm, while his eyes swiftly dash over to the once sleeping beauty.

Once seeing she was still confined to that area, he raises his handgun, unsure of whether or not she was still... there. "Keep quiet!" the man bellows out in a harsh tone, obviously trying to gain her attention relatively quick. He'd take these few seconds to properly assign her a a name. A.K.A whether or not she had become infected. His lower face was still covered by a scarf, but the rest of his attire seemed different. Instead of his backpack, knee pad, heavy winter coat loaded with items, he wore a grey thermal sweater, and black sweats.
Edited by Teeky, May 6 2016, 04:46 PM.
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"IF YOU hadn't tied me up, I wouldn't be screaming in the first place!" Bethany retorts with some unneeded sass. She tugs at the restraints, continues to do so until an irritated red ring has formed around her wrists and ankle. "What are you, some kind of pervert?" As though the precaution he had taken was entirely inhumane. But - wasn't it? Bethany was... different. "You tie girls up in your cellar often?"

Outside of the basement, even from where she was confined, Bethany can hear the sounds of the clickers. They make her skin crawl, and she subconsciously reaches for her gun - to find it's not with her. That's right - she'd lost it somewhere in the woods. Fuck. Though... a quick wiggle around of her foot grants her the knowledge that her knife was still tucked away near her ankle, ready to be used should she need it...

"You can untie me. I'm not one of them, and I'm not infected." Such a bold statement from someone who'd say anything to save their skin. Could it be true? Or was Beth weaving lies again?

She takes a moment to look around the damp, dark room they were in. She can see a window covered with snow, and a hatch. Clothes on hangers dance along the wooden beams across the 'ceiling' and scrap metal litters the floor. Where were they? Beth makes a mental note to mark the place upon leaving, for later investigation.

"Who are you? Where are we?"
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Teeky

"You mistake my precaution for lust." he'd say underneath his breath, standing up once seeing she was no longer screaming. His right hand lowers, aiming the barrel of his sidearm towards the ground until he decides to holster it.

"I'm just some guy who found you out cold. Injured. Figured I would try and keep you alive if possible... We happen to be in a safe, unreachable location for now... unless you keep that screaming up." He had a very peculiar look to his eyes, one that searched and scanned every inch of her figure, looked for any body language he could get a read on to anticipate her next move or motives... or perhaps he was horny, who fucking knows at this point. Never the less his feet hold fast in their position, whilst his arms remain at his sides. "I'm going to need to check you for... bites. You can refuse, and I'll search you anyway, or you can speed this up. Resist and you might get hurt, cooperate, and you'll be on your way sooner... sound fine?"
Edited by Teeky, May 6 2016, 07:36 PM.
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Cambrysiel
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He wanted to search her for bites. Which meant Bethany was in trouble. One can see the turning of gears in her head in the way she looks at the ceiling, and scrapes her teeth against her lip. She was weighing the probability of her getting out of this basement alive. Conclusion? Unlikely.

"Fine. I just think it's foolish, considering I've been here... How long was I out? The virus takes over in a day, two if you're lucky." Sometimes never.

"But," she brings her free leg up and scratches at her ankle, inside her boot. "I can't exactly strip and show you I'm clean with my arms and legs tied to the bed, can I?" There it was. That cheeky, seductive grin, like Beth knew exactly what to do in this situation.
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