Benjamine
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Post by Benjamine on Jul 21, 2009 23:40:08 GMT -5
Benjamine was nuzzling her pet frog with her hand. He was always with her, a gift from her adoptive parents back in France. She came here for a better schooling system and such, and they sacrificed so much for her to be here. And now, they were surrounded.
A pistol rested in Ben's free hand. They had been training for a week now, when news of the infection came. It wasn't near enough time for anyone to learn how to protect themselves, but it was all they had. There was no more time. The clock didn't tick another. No extensions. No asking for a second try. Well, they could always ask the zombies outside.
Stacks of ammo were amounted on the teacher's desk and Benjamine made sure to stuff her pockets full of them. She knew she was a bad shot and would probably have to reload several times. Better to be safe than sorry.
Scratch. Scratch. The zombie were making their way into the room. It wasn't very well guarded to begin with, but they'd held them off since the last bell rang about a day and a half ago. But now, now they couldn't. They'd have to move. They had to get out of the school and find a more secure location, but most of all, they had to do it without being infected.
"Ve.." Ben began. Natively speaking French, english was a second and very broken language for her. "Nous should move now, oui oui? Zere est non more hiding here."
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janett
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Post by janett on Jul 21, 2009 23:49:45 GMT -5
"We'll get moving once everyone's ready."
Janett scanned the room quickly, picking out the ones who were weak. She hated that... when people couldn't defend themselves, that is. She immediately spotted the boy hanging out in the corner. Tall. Lanky. He would obviously be useless. She tried not to think rude thoughts. Hatred was the last thing she needed in this situation. All she needed was to find her sister.
"You guys?"
Everyone turned. She was a natural at commanding a room.
"Maybe we should check into the air vents. Do you think they're big enough for us to leave through?" The group didn't seem to be too fond of this idea. However, it seemed logical to her. The only thing going into the halls would be good for was dying. Janett had no plans on doing so, at least not until she was eighty-five.
"It's the smartest thing to do, seriously."
They still expressed doubt. Janett's grip on her gun tightened.
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Post by Rebecca A. on Jul 21, 2009 23:55:14 GMT -5
Rebecca didn't know what to do. It had all been so fun, so exciting, so safe not so long ago. And now she was in a school--just like she wanted--but not to study the art of the perfect pasta or decandent desert, but to learn how to defend herself. Against zombies. It was bad enough when she heard about them, worse when she saw then, nerve-wracking when she had to learn to shoot a gun, and now completely, mind-numblingly terrifying when she had to prepare to bust out of the school she had once hurried to get into.
The pistol in her hands shook; her bag was stuffed with an additional pistol, two clips, a knife, a meager first aid kit, a bottle of water, a semi-mushy apple, and a now-useless cellphone. None of it would do her any good if she was killed now, and at least the one woman seemed to have a plan, and her confidence was reassuring. "O-okay," she said, gulping down some of her fear and finding her voice. "I think we should try it."
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Benjamine
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Post by Benjamine on Jul 21, 2009 23:59:56 GMT -5
Ben was slightly more for the hallway plan than the vents. "Zey.. surround uz either way, oui? Crowded in ze vents. Open in ze hall." She frowned. Out loud, neither option seemed like a great idea, but they had to take one for the other. Ben was just shaky about using the gun.
"Je suis une bad shot, mes amis," Benjamine stated. "Je ne would pas be bon pour defenze, oui?"
Bad English. She hoped someone spoke French in this ragtag group of kids. It was too hard to understand her, to get what she meant. And because of this and her bad shooting, she was probably better off as a zombie than on the team.
"Mes amis, je regrette," she said, again. "Je will.. do mon best."
Guns were out, but luckily, Benjamine was decent at something else: hitting.
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Jason
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Post by Jason on Jul 22, 2009 0:12:49 GMT -5
Jason was standing and listening to the conversation that was floating around the room and looking at the expressions on everyone’s faces. It seemed like most of them were scared shitless or at least nervous. He was feeling quite the opposite; he could feel the blood rushing through his veins with excitement, which made him flash a grin, and throw his fist up in the air.
“Fuck any of that vent shit, we’re gonna bust down that door and kick some vampire ass!!” he shouted at the top of his lungs so all the bozos in the large room could hear him.
He was ready for this. It would be like a video game in real life. That, my friend, sounds like the ideal lifestyle. He reached for his ~ideal weapon~, which happened to be some cheap ass watergun he got from the dollarstore. And not even a HQ dollarstore, he got it from the goddamn Dollar Tree. You know it was the most quality weapon around.
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janett
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Post by janett on Jul 22, 2009 0:26:26 GMT -5
"Shut the fuck up, you little asshole. Are you insane? There are innocent fucking people in here and you're going to screw it up with your fucking water gun. Do you really think when you get your ass caught in between the zombies that someone is actually going to save you? Think again. You're on your own."
Everyone stared. Janett wouldn't take any bullshit. Not here. Not now. This was finally the time to prove that she was strong. She would take charge, and everyone would follow her. That's how she saw it, at least. She quickly directed her attention to Ben.
"Je parle le français, ne vous inquiétez pas. Je vous tiendrai au courant de tout ce que nous faisons. Je vais vous aider à obtenir vos idées."
Ben looked happy someone could understand her. Janett needed to show everyone that she was there to help.
"I'm Janett Anderson. I've been teaching self defense classes for the past four years. I know how to protect myself and other people. Really... I'm just here to help. I know what I'm doing. I know how we can survive this."
However, she didn't give a shit about them. That's just what she needed them to think.
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Post by Mina on Jul 22, 2009 0:44:49 GMT -5
All Mina really wanted to do, was get outside and see the sky and the ocean, but was any of that possible without getting infected? Was there any hope for her to make it? And, if she did, who would she go back to? These questions were constantly going through her head.
"Y- you guys. Why don't we just g-give up and get infected? There's obviously n-no chance for us to get out of here safely so... why not just let it all go now?" Mina said with her face down.
Mina wasn't ready to go into battle, if anything were to come at her. She was physically weak, so it made it much worse for her. She didn't understand how these people can think so positively.
"Who are we going to live for anyway? Ourselves? When everyone we know and love are already dead or infected already? I don't think I can handle living with that. What's the point of all this anyway? I don't see why we even try."
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Post by Rebecca A. on Jul 22, 2009 1:05:42 GMT -5
The boy Rebecca could only describe as Rainbow Brite’s evil twin was crazy. That was the only possible answer. A water gun? And running straight at the swarms? It was suicidal—and even though she was scared, she didn’t want to die, not this way.
This Janett knew French and fighting, which was enough of a glimmer of hope for her; the more she spoke, the steadier the she became. Her nerves were still rattled, no doubt, and she was far from calm, but she no longer had trouble speaking. “We can’t just give up and die. There has to be more than just us, there has to be more people somewhere. We can’t die and we let them die. What if our family and friends are out there? What if they’re still alive—What if—” Her resolve shook some, but Becca gripped her pistol to try and focus on its weight, and not the fact that she was grasping at small strings of hope.
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Jason
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Post by Jason on Jul 22, 2009 1:30:09 GMT -5
Jason didn’t bother to try and force his short attention span to pay attention to what Janett was yelling about. All that was running through his head was ‘What the hell is this bitch yelling about... How dare she insult my choice of weaponry... Hey, she’s kinda hot...’ Then he turned to listen to the girl’s conversation. He didn’t know which was worse; Mina’s pathetic attitude or Rebecca’s halfhearted hope speech. He figured he should step in and save the day.
“Don’t talk that kind of shit!” He directed towards Mina, “we’re gonna make it out of here alive, kicking ass on the way! Don’t worry; I’ll protect you!!” He finished his statement with a cheesy grin and a thumbs-up.
The Infected were getting closer to breaking in by each second. Sitting here and planning each little move out wasn’t going to get anyone anywhere, at least that’s what Jason thought. He’s seen this movie. He knows what happens when people stay still for too long.
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janett
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Post by janett on Jul 22, 2009 1:56:57 GMT -5
"I hate to say it, but he's kind of right. The last thing we need is negativity, Mina. And Becca's right too. We have everything to lose here. We could be the difference between stopping this shit or the destruction of the world!" Everyone stood and stared.... again. They seemed to do a lot of that whenever she spoke. "I mean, see this Becca girl right here! She knows exactly what she's talking about! We all must have something to fight for, right? I'm fighting for my sister! What are you willing to go on for...?" Come on, people. I'm willing to fight for myself. Aren't your own lives important enough? Janett waited for an answer. She took a deep breath, preparing to give her pep talk another try, when a crash suddenly shook the room. In the blink of an eye Janett was about-face, looking straight in the eyes of one of the infected. While the others yelled (some louder than others), Janett grinned. "So you guys can't make a decision for yourselves? Here's your answer." Before anyone could look away, Janett whipped out her L.Hawk Magnum and shot the once-human man right in between his eyes. Her face splattered with blood, she turned to face the survivors. "There you go. Get in the fucking vents. Now."
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Post by chance on Jul 22, 2009 8:11:46 GMT -5
Chance stayed quiet in the corner, listening to the conversation. He stayed quiet, gripping the gun he had been practicing with earlier. He got to his feet, fear evident in his eyes and the nervous way he stood, looking around at every noise coming from the hallway. If the girl, Janett? If she said to get in the vents, he was going to get in the fucking vent.
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Benjamine
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Post by Benjamine on Jul 22, 2009 10:07:21 GMT -5
Benjamine smiled at Janett. It was nice to hear her native tongue after hearing English for so long. She understood English well enough by now, but speaking it was an entirely different matter. "Merci beaucoup, madame. C'est genial."
She looked down at her frog, brightly colored with blacks, blue, and yellow. Normally poisonous, Kirill, the frog, was not. At least, not to Benjamine. And Kirill was also loyal, which was nice. She wouldn't have to worry too much about him. He'd probably hide out in her hood for the time being, but she thought he might need at least a wet rag soon. There wasn't time to waste.
There was also no time to argue halls or vents, and with Janett's large outburst to get into the vents, Ben did so right behind the boy named Chance. It was somewhat growded, and it they got stuck here, they were fucked. But they had to get a better part of the hall. Maybe on the other side of the school, it'd be better. They had to at least try.
They tapped the sides of the vents. Anyone, zombie or human, would know that they were in there. Ben swore to herself in French mentally. But now was not the time to admit you were fucked. Now was the time to pretend you had the best.
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janett
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Post by janett on Jul 22, 2009 13:16:06 GMT -5
Inside the vents it was cold. The stress was getting to her. Janett knew she could lead a crowd, but she had never actually had to do so in such a life or death situation. She could feel the tears welling up, but fought to hold them back. They had to keep moving.
It wasn't long until they had reached the vent which led into the halls. Janett kicked the cover, breaking the barrier between them and the hallway.
"Shh," she whispered to the group. She swung out the hole in the ceiling and onto the ground, when she was attacked from behind. The zombie was holding her around the waist, his mouth inches away from her shoulder. She kicked back ferociously, temporarily stunning the infected. She pulled out her gun and shot him. She never thought she would have to kill two people in a matter of thirty minutes. Janett couldn't hold it back any longer. She needed to fight for her life, and that scared her so much. At least we made it in the halls... at least there's that. She broke into tears and looked at her magnum.
"Happiness is a warm gun, isn't it?"
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Post by chance on Jul 22, 2009 15:55:24 GMT -5
Chance hated seeing people cry. "Don't cry," he said quietly, placing his hand on the girl's shoulder.
It was probably the first thing he had said to anybody in this group. They were all strangers to him, but even if they were strangers, he didn't want to see any of them get hurt.
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Jamie
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Post by Jamie on Jul 22, 2009 17:53:03 GMT -5
"Crying isn't going to do you any good there kid." Jamie sighed simply shaking his head as he saw the tears rolling down the girls face. Up to this point he stood silently leaning against the wall thinking of what happened and what could happen, trying to remember everyone's names and faces, though he hadn't exactly caught any names to begin with.
"Oh, I'm..uh... Jamie by the way." he said simply waving his hand quickly before taking his spot on the wall again silently looking at the floor that looked gross and dingy in the surrounding lights.
While thinking he noticed he didn't exactly have anything to protect him other then his guitar case, which was empty but a guitar case nevertheless.
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