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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/12/2017 10:59:52 PM
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Arianna and Isaac merely looked at each other, the latter shrugging as he then walked (although he did so with a slight limp) behind the group. Arianna smirked a little to herself as she followed him calmly. She decided to speak up to him - in an attempt to calm him a little bit.
"Hey, Isaac. You doin' alright? After the...Y'know." She muttered to him quietly, although the Celtics could still hear their conversation.
"Wha? Oh, erm.." Isaac went nervous, his light blue eyes flickering over to his bandaged leg. "I'm fine. More concerned about [i]you[/i], Ari, but-"
"...Why?"
"Back in the castle, you...changed a little. Went from-"
"A princess into a [i]victor[/i]."
"...That's one way to put it.
"...But Arianna, I'm a little frightened of that happens again. Perhaps it's part of the Outlier genetics, Y'know...the ones that Mom had?"
"You're speaking nonsense, Isaac. I'm. Fine."
"...Sure you are.."
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As the group made its way down the sewers, Damien suddenly stopped. "Hold up one second..." Damien said. He tilted his head as he stared down the dank half circle built sewer. Arianna could heat a [i]patter[/i] down the sewer. "Anyone else hear that?" Damien asked in a whisper.
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"...Yes." Arianna whispered back, her hands reaching back to the hilt of her sheathed nodachi. Isaac stopped in place entirely, listening to the noise as if his life depended upon it. Which, he believed - it probably did.
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"Stay frosty gents." Damien told the crew as all of them raised their weapons. They began to walk down the sewer, and Arianna saw that it branched off to the right a few metres ahead. So did Damien, as he waved his hand towards the right.
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 5/13/2017 3:34:35 PMTo stay safe, Arianna drew her nodachi and held it tightly within her right hand, as she nodded towards Damien after a moment and followed the rest into the tunnel. Isaac was purposely staying behind so that he could provide support - and continuously listen for anything behind their group.
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"OH SHIT!" Damien yelled as he fired his weapon. Out from the right tunnel a creature of the dead flung out at him and was obliterated by his machine gun. Before Arianna or the others could even turn the corner however another one of the dead leapt out and made its way past Damien's weapon and sunk its teeth into his shoulder. Damien cursed as he pried the deads head off his shoulder with his hands and tore the creatures head apart with his bare fists. As Ari turned the corner she saw the two dozen dead that packed into the hall like sardines. The other Celtics quickly rushed up as the dead began their assault and the tunnel turned into a fireworks show as the combined firepower began to mow down the horde.
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Isaac provide support to the firing line of Celtics, his semi-automatic rifle tearing through the ranks of undead while Arianna merely waited for stragglers to approach, so that she could cut those undead down.
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It wasn't long before the dead had dropped to the ground and met a second grave. They couldn't enjoy their victory long however. "God...damnit!" Damien cursed as he held his bloodied shoulder. "You okay Pa?" Harold, Damien's son, asked his father. "Ya I'm fu[i]c[/i]king fine. The bastard took a nibble out of my shoulder is all."
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"...Damn...we best get going, though. Unless someone could help the wound. Is there really a treatment for bites from these damn things..?" Arianna questioned quietly, staring upon the remains of the zombie horde calmly. She didn't want Damien to catch any infections..
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"Ya. Alcohol." Brigitte pointed out. This sparked a chuckle from the rest of the crowd. Then...Isaac's acute hearing picked up something. Movement...coming from the way they came.
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"Does anyone else hear that..?" Isaac murmured nervously as he turned to face the way that the group had come from, raising his rifle a little. Of course, it could've been something minor, but..
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"Ya." Tyrell said. "Sounds like a fu[i]c[/i]kton of zombies." Isaac could hear the rushing of over a hundred footsteps and the cries of the dead filling the sewers now. "Oh shit!" Harold cursed. "Run! Run right now!" He yelled as he grabbed his father and began to run down the dead coated tunnel. Then, Isaac saw a wave of dead flush into the tunnels. They clambered over one another and stumbled as they turned sharply to their location... [spoiler]RED ZONE[/spoiler]
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"...Damnit!" Isaac yelled in utmost shock as he began to run, Arianna already in front of him as she began to take the lead of the sprinting group. Isaac managed to be in the middle, although he was worried sick about the Celtics that couldn't catch up..
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Ronda, the blue eyed woman, ran beside Isaac. "Are you alright?!" She asked him as she gestured to his leg. Tyrell and Brigette were behind them while the remainder of the group was ahead. They sprinted down the tunnel and the dead pooled in after them.
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"Y-Yeah, I should be fine- Keep going!" Isaac didn't want to hold the rest of the group back just because of his leg, yet he still hurt like hell from running upon it. Arianna hadn't noticed him, as she kept running with all of her speed.
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The group turned the corner to see a larger room ahead. There was a gated door wide open and they sprinted for it. The dead were right behind them, but then they heard a terrifying scream. "AHHH! NO, NO!" Brigitte let out. As Isaac turned he saw the woman get grabbed by her hair by one of the dead. Tyrell stopped for a moment and looked, but then he continued to run. The dead sank their teeth into Brigitte and she was pulled into the horde in a red mist. "BRIG! NO!" Harold let out. "God dammit run you idiots!" Tyrell scolded as he ran past the group and through the gated doorway. It seemed that Brigitte slowed the horde down for a moment....
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"B-By God.." Isaac muttered, before- "RUN, DAMNIT!" Arianna's yell kicked him back into action, as Isaac then returned to running. This time, with all of the vigor that he could manage - he didn't want to suffer the same fate as Brigette.
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The entire group made it through the gated door quickly and Tyrell closed it shut. He barred the rusty iron gate as the horde ran into the bars and shook the rust right off of it. The creatures tried to claw their way in but the old door held them back. They were safe. For now.
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Isaac sighed, as he pressed his back against the concrete wall of the sewer. Already, one member of their party was dead...hopefully Harold, Arianna, and himself would stay safe. "...We ought to keep moving, once we catch our breaths.." Arianna muttered, sighing after a moment. Standing still and doing nothing was...well, irritating to her.
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"Agh, fu[i]c[/i]k!" Damien cursed as he fell to the ground. He was pale and his eyes were becoming darker. "Dad!" Harold exclaimed as he tried to hold his father up. "God dammit this isn't good." Damien cursed. He looked sick, and he was shaking. "What's wrong with him?!" Ronda asked. "F--blam!-ing blood loss is all." Damien told her. "Don't worry about it. I... No. No scratch fu[i]c[/i]king that. I'm not moving." "What do you mean you ain't moving?!" Harold asked. "Come on! We have to go!" "NO!" Damien yelled. "I...am only gunna slow you down. You need to get to the castle. Put an end to the bastard who started this." "He's right." Tyrell said. "He'll only slow us down." "YA RIGHT." Ronda yelled at Tyrell. "You just want to use him as bait like you used Brigitte don't you?!" "I don't know-" "Yes you do! You could've save her but ya didn't you bastard!" "SHUT UP!" Harold yelled. The dead outside seemed riled up and Ari noticed That one of the bars was becoming loose from the ceiling. "We aren't leaving anyone! We can get pa to the castle and kick some ass! I know we can!" "Start looking at the facts Harold!" Tyrell yelled. "Look at your pa! He's a mess! If you have any love in your heart you'd put a bullet in em now!" "You bastard!" Harold yelled a he stood up and punched Tyrell across his cheek.
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"Harold." Arianna stood behind Harold, her arm raised as if she was trying to hold him back, or block a punch from him. Her voice had changed - from an uncaring tone to one of sadness. "Harold, listen...if your father is truly infected, and wishes to stay behind so that we may carry on... Then we must respect his decisions. The most merciful thing that we can do is put him out of his misery. And we need to get going - otherwise, the zombies will break in.." Isaac had gone silent, studying the wall carefully.
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"Don't bother." Damien made out. "I wanna gun down as many of these undead shites that I can." Harold looked down at his father. He knelt down, and Damien looked at his son. "Kick some Ass, son." Damien told him. "I...I will Pa." Harold affirmed. His son stood up and looked down on his father. [spoiler]>Kill Damien? >Do not?[/spoiler]
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Arianna drew her Beretta pistol and looked down at Damien, before sighing and sheathing it. "Just... ...I don't know what to say. We should probably get moving.."
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"Ya." Harold said. "Give em hell pa." "Aye. Will do." Damien affirmed as he loaded his shotgun. "Now get the hell outta here! Go!" There was another exit on the opposite side of the small room. That was the only way to go, and since Tyrell was already walking to it they could assume that was where they were heading.
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Arianna and Isaac didn't hesitate to follow Tyrell, Arianna sighing as she considered the choice that she had just made. She couldn't fix it now. She continued to follow silently, Isaac behind her.
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Harold and Ronda followed behind them, and walked out of the room. Tyrell took the lead now as he walked beside Arianna. "Hey." He said he spoke in a hushed tone as Harold walked furthest to the back. "Thanks for backing me up. Fact is sacrifices have to be made if we wanna get through this."
