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| Infected Horde | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 5 2008, 02:56 AM (187 Views) | |
| DarknessLover | Aug 5 2008, 02:56 AM Post #1 |
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So first just my re-introduction, I am Riss's friend from another forum. I am to her delight, younger than her. I had joined awhile back and made a intro, but sadly I couldn't think of any build to it...so I kinda pretended I never wrote anything lol. Now a few months later, I am back with a story after writers block for more than...half a year. So yep. This is The Infected Horde. But first a Disclaimer. DISCLAIMER: This story contains large amounts of violence, gory described scenes of violence, and it may upset some readers. This story contains foul language, which may or may not be edited in some cases. This story contains some mature scenes of "love" but nothing in depth or unnecessary, and is highly scarce in this story. If any staff sees any part of this story in any way, shape, or form as breaking the rules, please contact me, and I am sure I can amend the problem. Thank you. I awoke. The smell of death wreaked my apartment. I felt around trying to find my alarm clock, finally reaching and grabbing it, I slightly opened one eye, to glare at a blank screen. Shit my power must be out. I threw the alarm clock, to hear it shatter against the wall. I stayed in bed, and felt around now for my pack of cigarettes. I finally grabbed the pack, that was next to where my alarm clock had been. Opened it, and felt the lighter drop out, I waited for the cigarette to plop out, but to my dismay, I was out. I threw the pack in the other direction. I sat up and opened my eyes, too see my apartment in flames. I stood up as the door burst open and I saw Foxx run at me, in flames. I awoke. This time, immediately sitting up I faced my door. Seeing no flames, no one running through the door, nothing. I sat up, and looked over on the ground. The shattered alarm clock still there. I guess most of that was real. I looked again over at the doorway to see Foxx standing there half dressed. "What the f**k was that crashing sound 30 minutes ago?" I coughed and looked back at the alarm clock, and back to Foxx to see her pissed. I looked up and down her body, I am a lucky f**k. "Hey you got any smokes?" She went from annoyed to just bored of the same old. "No, i've got to go to work, as do you." She began to leave and she turned back "Take a f**king shower" I got up on weak legs and walked into the bathroom, went over to the toilet, and took a piss. I looked back and noticed Foxx left the Medicine Cabinet open. I walked over and closed it. And looked at myself in the mirror. I noticed that I had really needed to shave. I opened the medicine cabinet again, and saw a note hanging. "Please pick up razors." I crumbled it up and threw it over by the trash. "What the f**k." I stripped down and took the shower I had needed. I got back out, towel loosely around my waste, and walked back into my bed room. I grabbed my security uniform, and put the pistol into the holster of the pants. I grabbed my car keys and walked down the steps. Once I reached the garage of the apartment I remembered my car was in the shop. I sighed and walked outside and called a cab. We drove towards the Palisades Mall while we were crossing the bridge I looked out over the Hudson River, and saw a boat. Two men were standing on it one of the two was on the back fishing, another one walking toward the other man. The fisher looked back to see the other boater, suddenly the other boater put his head down, and blood began to run down the boat, the taxi driver coughed, I turned to face him, and then immediately looked back. The boat wasn't there. I looked over the other side of the Hudson, not a boat in site. I sighed and lie back in my seat. Too many movies. I got to work, signed in, and began the usual routine. I constantly walk by stores such as Hot Topic, and FYE, since they are the most hit stores, in all of the mall. It was a boring day, I was hoping for Fox to call, but I guess she was busy. During my lunch break I went and bought some Chinese food and sat down at a table, I looked over at a table of teenagers all giving me a dirty looks. "If you kids don't f**king stop with the dirty looks, you won't have a f**king face to give me dirty looks with." I saw one of them turn back to eating, the other one began to walk away, and the other two followed. How average. I took another bite of the Lo Mein I was eating, and looked up again to see Fox walking towards me. "You're off work early." I looked back at her, she sat down across from me. She had a glow in her eye. "Yeah some f**king psycho tried to hold the f**king place up..." I felt her leg up against mine "...not knowing there is no money, since the whole place runs on credit cards. What a f**king idiot." I chuckled, and finished the last bite of my eggroll, and threw the garbage in the trash. "Wanna take work off early, and go home, watch a movie?" I smiled, "Sure." I called in that I was leaving, on my pager. We got down to the garage. Immediately Fox announces "I'm driving!" She ran over to the driver seat and as normal in her 1969 Black Charger I got in the passanger. SHe made sure I never drived, no matter what. We began crossing the bridge, again. She was talking about what happened earlier, but my attention was directed down towards the River, looking for any boat, hoping to validate what I had seen earlier. "Are you paying attention?" I nodded. I definately wasn't. "Hey, have you seen anything wierd today Fox?" She looked over at me. "No? Did you take your medication today?" I thought about it. Come to think of it, I didn't. Maybe that's just it. We got back to the apartment, I went over to the TV and put in Grindhouse in the 360. I knew she loved the movie, she was in the bedroom getting dressed, I just took off my security outfit, and threw on my Jeans and plain Black t-shirt. She walked in the room, in a small tank top, and jeans and sat down beside me. "Grindhouse? You know me too damn well." The night continued on, and I slowly felt warped into the movie, I felt everything happen to me. I should've taken my f**king pills today. I slowly felt my mind fade out, I felt nibbling on my ear, and the landing onto a soft bed. Then just black. |
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| DarknessLover | Aug 5 2008, 03:15 AM Post #2 |
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Yeah I dunno what to write hear...enjoy chapter 1?
Edited by DarknessLover, Aug 5 2008, 03:15 AM.
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| la-vida-loca | Aug 5 2008, 04:04 PM Post #3 |
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haha nice. it's definetly a good start, and you did warn about the strong language so i can't really complain about that, lolz. one minor thing: if he's a security guard saying: "If you kids don't f**king stop with the dirty looks, you won't have a f**king face to give me dirty looks with." to random customers, no matter how much they were bothering him, he'd be sh** outta luck as he would be out of a f**cking job. ^.^ hehe, yes i'm amused with myself. but anyway, yes, this is a great start, can't wait to see how this unfolds!
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| DarknessLover | Aug 5 2008, 05:48 PM Post #4 |
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Keep in mind, they were punk a** teenagers, who wouldn't run to cops/security anyway lol |
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| la-vida-loca | Aug 6 2008, 07:52 PM Post #5 |
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lolz yea i suppose. ^.^ |
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| DarknessLover | Aug 6 2008, 09:23 PM Post #6 |
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Chapter 2 - Alpha Dog "Fox? Where are you?" I walked around the apartment, all the doors open wide. I had awoken and she wasn't in bed. I got over to the closet to see it was the only door left closed. I walked over and grabbed the knob, I opened the door, to feel the objects from within fall of the shelves, and crush me. I pushed the objects off me. I stood back up and looked around behind me to see Fox running at me. She tackled me to the ground, "Morning Sleepy Head!" I sighed, and chuckled, you think i'd be used to this by now. I stood back up and hugged and kissed her on the cheek. "Hey, Fox why aren't you at work yet?" I asked, wondering why she was still in her underwear. "Are you trying to get rid of me you bastard?" She gave me an angry look. "No no no, just, usually, you wake me up, to get to work." I was worried that she was going to take me down to the ground again, and worse off, I was in the kitchen now, too many knives for comfort. "Oh. Well, some people called and told us not to leave the town. Apparently the whole town is being checked for some weird...uhm person I think." I looked at Fox confused. "Well day off, wanna get drunk? Spend the day out? Meet up with some friends?" I sat back and waited for Fox to answer. "Lemme have an hour to think." I shrugged, grabbed a Pepsi out of the fridge. "I am gonna go out and get some smokes need anything?" I walked towards the door, and realized I still wasn't dressed, I walked back into the bedroom, and grabbed a pair of jeans, and my black T-Shirt. "Guess not. Call me if you see need." I walked down the steps, down the main street. I looked around, not a car in the road. Hm must be that lock down shit. I walked down the main street, and I looked down an alley to see a bum sitting against the wall. Very nice. I kept walking until I finally reached the Deli. "Morning Jon." I looked up and saw the cashier, Tom. "Morning Tom, I need a carton of Marlboro Lights." I put 50$ on the counter. I looked around the Deli, empty. "Hey what's the deal? Why's the town so empty?" Tom pointed up towards the TV Monitor. "The New York Government apologizes for the sudden lock down but there's been reports of murder across the Westchester County, the lock down will be lifted in another 137 hours. If you see any acts of violence we demand you report it, by calling 911 and asking to speak with the chief of police." The news report cut to the stations logo, and then shut off." "Hey Jon, here's your carton." I turned to Tom, and walked out of the deli. I looked around, and saw two police men off in the distance, talking. I kept walking back to the apartment and looked down the alleyway again. I saw two men this time, one on his knees, and the other laying against the wall. The one against the wall's head aims in my direction, and I see half of his face, missing. "Save me..." he uttered. I looked at the other man, blood all over him, on his hands and face. My legs were frozen in position, I couldn't move. The bloody man walked towards me, at a normal pace. I still couldn't move, I was terrified. Frozen in my position, of terror. He finally reached me and I felt him grab my shoulder. "Hey kid, you alright?" I blinked, to see the alleyway empty. I looked behind me and there was a cop grabbing my shoulder. "You look like you've seen a ghost." "It was nothing officer, have a nice day." I walked away, at a rapid pace, my heart still beating at a pace I didn't think possible I noticed I was halfway up the steps by the time my heart had relaxed a bit. I walked into the apartment, threw the cigarettes into the kitchen. Walked into the bathroom, grabbed my paranoia pills and threw down two more than my usual amount, I went into my bedroom. And passed out. ********* "Wanna hit the bar?" I opened my eyes, and looked at Fox, now laying down next to me still not dressed. "Yeah...sure." I sat up and I looked around for my alarm clock, to just remember, I had smashed it against the wall. "Ready when you are" I stood up reapplied my deodorant and sprayed some Axe on. Fox was already dressed and ready to go, we went down to the garage, and drove out to the bar. Fox driving her charger, yet again, I drifted off. When reality finally hit again, I see some drunk bastard trying to hit on Fox. I felt my body fill with pure rage. I stood up and swung at the drunk, and hit him hard enough to knock him to the ground. He got back up and swung at me, I leaned back and grabbed his arm and threw him to the ground. He stood back up, and pulled out a handle, hit a small button on it, and a blade came out. He ran at me again, in the same swing as before I leaned back, but the blade hit my cheek, and blood began to trickle down slowly. This time I swung up at his jaw and I saw his whole body lift up for a second. This time he stayed down and tried to stab my foot. He swung into the hard wood floor, and the blade got stuck as he tried to pull it back out, I stomped my foot down on his wrist. I saw him get weak from the powerful strike. I lift my foot up off his arm, and kicked him in the chest, onto his back. I pulled out my gun from my security job and aimed at his head. "Who's the alpha dog now, bitch?" The men saw the gun aimed at him, as he passed out. Fox looked at me, not scared, but invigorated, enjoying the fight. The bartender had two large men drag me out of the bar. I saw Fox follow me out. "F**king nice. I didn't think you'd do so well in a fight like that." I chuckled and stood up hearing cop sirens. "We should probably leave." We walked over to the car, my cheek had stopped bleeding, only since it was a small cut, very weak hit. We began driving back to the apartment. "What a f**king wuss, he passed out!" Fox chuckled, and we walked into our apartment, both passing out, onto the bed. |
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| la-vida-loca | Aug 8 2008, 07:05 PM Post #7 |
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oooh, a Lockdown, interesting. ^.^ nice new chapter.
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| DarknessLover | Aug 9 2008, 05:29 AM Post #8 |
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lockdown's are always pleasant
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| DarknessLover | Aug 9 2008, 05:32 AM Post #9 |
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Chapter 3 - The Pills Aren't Working "Yeah. I mean no, I really didn't have a large reason to hit him." "So if he plans to charge you. You admit you're guilty?" "Pretty much." "Well, thank you for your time." "Wait, what's the deal with this lock down? What's going on." "I can't really tell you much, other than that there have been some weird things going on outside of town, and we are trying to find out what it is." "Weird?" "Sorry, I have to go." The Officer walked away from my door. I sighed. The f**king drunk better not charge...I closed the door, and began to head towards the bed, it was 10am, a bit too early for me, and I could feel I was hungover. The Officer had come by the door to ask about the fight last night. I am amazed no one reported my pistol. I saw Fox laying bed, having fell back asleep after answering the door for me. I lay down next to her, and I stared at the ceiling and wondered what the f**k was going on. I have never had such powerful paranoia. Nor has anything this ridiculous in our town ever happened. I began to wonder why no one has been calling me or Fox...I walked over to the main phone, and picked it up...no tone? What the f**k. Maybe something on the news revealed what's going on. I turned on the television to Fox 5 News. It was just a black screen...my TV was on, but it was black. What the hell is going on? I looked over at the door. To see a man standing there, bloody. He moaned at me and put his arm out. A very bright red was in his eye. "Run Jonathan. Get out." My heart began beating faster than the bpm in a Dragonforce song. I saw him walk over to me, and I closed my eyes, the stench from his body making me tear. I all of a sudden didn't hear any moaning. I opened my eye, to see nothing there. What the hell is going on... After looking around the apartment, to see if it moved, to my relief, the thing wasn't anywhere to be seen. What the hell is happening. Why are my paranoia kicks so violent, so real, so. Deadly. I walk into the bathroom and swallow two of the pills, and down it with two shots of vodka. Everything is falling apart in my head, what the f**k caused this. *************** "Come on Jonathan! It's not that far of a jump! Matt did it." "I don't think I can do it." "Just try, it's okay." "No I don't think I should, I don't like the looks of this hole, I can barely see the bottom." "Just jump dude! Don't you want to see the haunted house?" The young Jonathan steps back, his heart pounding. He plans out his jump He looks at the friends, all waiting for him. One of them has a very large grin, almost evil. The young Jonathan begins to run across, but tripping on a rock, a few feet before the deep hole. Jonathan falls in, but barely grabs the edge. The other kids begin laughing. "Jonathan, this should f**king teach you. You don't f**king sell me out." "I didn't sell you out Damon!" "Then how did they know I had the pot?" "I don't know, please Damon, this isn't funny." "It's not meant to be" The footsteps began to walk away. *************** I stumbled over to the couch. My body felt weak, drained even. I felt for the phone, I need to call my doctor. I picked it up, and remembered the lines were all cut. My eyes blurred out as I stared at the black television screen. I awoke to my old home. looked around and found out I was in my bed, in casts. I couldn't talk, but I could hear. I couldn't control my movements either. I could see that a young, 15 year old Fox was standing by the door, looking at me. I tried to ask 'Fox where am I' but my mouth wouldn't move. She looked nervous, I didn't understand what was going on. My mom walked in and looked at me. She started to cry, she immediately left. I finally came to realize, I was reliving that month, in which I was betrayed, by my own friends....Fox was now hovering over me "Jon, are you okay?" I blinked, and now I stared at the 25 year old Fox. "Are you okay dude? How many pills did you have?" "Two, but I had two shots of Vodka." I chuckled. "You bastard, that's my Vodka!." "Learn to share." I chuckled again. I stood up, Fox was staring at me. "What time is it?" "1:46" She paused. "A.M." I sighed and went into the bed room and hit the bed, and immediately fell asleep. |
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| la-vida-loca | Aug 15 2008, 03:36 AM Post #10 |
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oh yes, definetely. we had one in my school, and if there really was some guy with a gun running around, we would have been screwed, we were all talking so loud. and laughing and trying not to crack up. not to mention that the room adjacent to our didn't have locks on the doors. so the gunman could have gotten to us if he desperately wanted to. but luckily, it was a drill and so we didn't die. ^.^ ...even though we could have snuck out the back door...(it went right out to the parking lot) haha, good times. anyway, the flashbacks are interesting, try not to reveal too much at once, keeps people interested. and the newest chapter was good, love the title. and the "That was my vodka!" "Learn to share" thing, that was funny. ^.^
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