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 Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 1:50 pm
((Ok guys...lol...I know some of us have alot to say, but there are things called making writing more appealing by making them a little more split up....gosh....lol...Im just kidding guys...I love the two page post by the new person))
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 2:05 pm
Drew was taken back, his thoughts only trailed to one cliché, "great minds think alike." Cutting the chit chat he pushed the petal down until it hurt to hold it against the floor of his blue topless jeep and it zoomed forward at greater speeds with the four wheel ability intact. By this time there where a few others with a similar idea of cutting the corners and using the medium as a express to the highway but met little to no success compared to the able cars both Drew and Chris where driving.
On the road again, a long journey but necessary. Time after time this road had been driven in Drew's past. The efforts to see Jordan on the weekends or holidays brought him through this open and barren ride every time. He was used to it by now, and each time for some reason puling to his limits of road rage as there always has to be some retard on the road that just has to make the ride annoying. Yet it still remains a necessary evil. Long distance relationships don't have their name because it sounds more flashy then just plain old relationship, this was the real deal, long distance.
Off in the distance.... sirens, honky... zombies, maybe, couldn't be... we are to far out in the middle of no where now.
They came form behind us, speeding up with even more able vehicles then we had and cut off TJ. It was in fact the Police.
"Who's freaking side are they on." Drew cried out, looking over his shoulder he glared at the cops catching up to him and had no choice but to pull his car closer to the road, hoping Chris would do the same.
"Are you kidding me, hat is all this about. Do you know what is going on. Why are you stopping us." Drew screamed at the approaching cop as he jumped from the jeep. Drew was unarmed at this point but got pretty close to the cop who did have a gun pointed. "This is madness... we are trying to save lives, i thought that’s what you guys did."
Back where they stopped TJ they had knocked him up against his car and where taking everything out of his car. There where four to him alone and now four more approached Drew. Chris had the same.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 5:53 pm
Joa-Boo ((Ok guys...lol...I know some of us have alot to say, but there are things called making writing more appealing by making them a little more split up....gosh....lol...Im just kidding guys...I love the two page post by the new person)) ((Gosh Drew, maybe you should post more. =P. ))
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 7:51 pm
((That new person is Sami. And it was wonderful! razz ))
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 8:58 pm
71 South stretches out before me, a long black ribbon of pavement through the barren cornfields of Ohio. I wait until I am out of the Columbus city limits, well past the civilized suburbs, and into rural farmland before I pull over. I drive the truck straight into the grassy median, flicking on the hazard lights as I coast to a stop. As soon as I’ve put the truck in park I fling open the door and stumble down into the grass. I gulp lung-fulls of fresh oxygen as I struggle to remain standing on my shaking knees. I lose that battle and fall down heavily onto the ground. I feel like I’ve been running for miles, and wonder why I’m breathing so hard when I find that I am crying, again. I keep having to gasp for air because every time I exhale it comes out as a high keening sob, and my breath keeps hitching every time I try to take it back in. Oh for the love of god, enough of this. I shove a fist in my mouth and force myself to take even breaths, finally my breath returns to normal, if not slightly ragged.
I know the next step, but half of me doesn’t really want to take it. I need to know what’s happening, but at the same time I’m afraid to find out. I pull my phone out of my pocket and stare at it for a few minutes before making a decision. I flip it open and press down on the number seven until it begins to ring. Please pick up. Please pick up.
“Hello?”
“Brad?”
“Sami? Are you alright?” I’m so relieved that I can’t seem to find words to answer. “Sami? Are you there?”
“Yes, I’m here.” My voice cracks noticeably and I grimace internally at myself.
“Are you alright? Where are you?”
“I’m on 71, I was driving home, but I pulled over.” My voice is halting; I can’t seem to find a way to force out what I need to tell him. “Brad, I— ” I can’t finish the sentence, but I know he has to hear the pleading in my voice.
“Sami, what happened?” His voice is softer, but urgent. Fear is behind his words, and I recognize it because it’s the same fear I’m holding down deep inside. The fear of knowledge; fearing what you are about to hear, but knowing that if you stay ignorant your mind will rip itself to pieces coming up with hundreds of different horrific scenarios. It’s like a dam breaking, all the words spilling out of my lips, falling all over each other, crashing against the phone like breakers on the shore, one terrible tide after another, drowning me until it abruptly comes to a halt.
“My dad is dead.” The dam is broken, and the water is no longer surging over me. When I say it, it becomes real. It’s no longer a dream, it’s shockingly real. As the reality firmly cements itself in my mind, I push the grief back. “Where are you?”
“The football stadium.” If he is surprised by my sudden change in tone, it doesn’t reflect in his voice.
“I’m on my way.” I click the phone shut, and pull myself out of the grass. The crippling weight of grief has been replaced by something lighter, something harder. I feel it as I pull myself back into the truck’s cab, marveling at this new feeling’s ability to burn away pain.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 11:13 am
excaliburace Joa-Boo ((Ok guys...lol...I know some of us have alot to say, but there are things called making writing more appealing by making them a little more split up....gosh....lol...Im just kidding guys...I love the two page post by the new person)) ((Gosh Drew, maybe you should post more. =P. )) ((sorry man....i have a life...I post just fine for what a high school student witha well rounded life should....I never have been crazy like the rest of you...lol...J/K, I'm not even going to get into your guys story yet....I would never be able to keep up.))
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 7:26 am
Jordan pulled up to Wal-Mart. There was no one there. There had been no cars on the road, everyone was too affraid that they would be attacked, but not Jordan. She knew that to stay alive she would need some kind of weapon.
She got out of her car and walked to the big autimatic glass doors, they were locked. Removing her sweatshirt she wraped it around her hand and punched the glass of the door until the hole was big enough for her to get inside.
Jordan raced through the store back to the hunting section. She grabbed two of the biggest knives she could find and the biggest gun in the store. Breaking the amo case she grabbed what she thought were the right kind of rounds, she knew nothing about guns and didn't even know why she was taking one.
Once she was back in her car she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Drew's number. "I hope you are on your way! I just stole a gun that I don't know how to use. Please hurry so you can teach me how to use it and so I don't have to worry about you anymore." She tried to hide the nervous anxiety in her voice, but she failed terribley. Jordan didn't like to let Drew see how nervous she got when he was in danger, she figured that it was just easier that way.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 1:40 pm
I snapped my phone shut after we finished talking. What now?
I looked around the area as light began to spill over the top of the middle school across the street. It blinded me momentarily as I gazed into the bright orange rays. The sun barely covered anything; just the tops of the buildings. I couldn't help but wonder what the world would look like when it was completely lit. Would it feel different? Probably. Would there be... bodies in the streets? I couldn't tell. I sighed heavily and contemplated. We need to start building this up. I want to make it this area defendable. Nothing gets in or out unless we say it does. My eyes lit up as the sun spilled its light over the construction before me. Perfect.
Some cars still zoomed by on the road, but not at the usual lazy speed they used to take. They have urgency now. Everyone does, I guess. Alec and Lori returned, holding hands. I gave a small smile at their unwavering gesture for each other. Hopefully sooner than later I could be reflecting the gesture too. I jumped down from the scaffoldings with a soft thud and walked to them. Meeting at the center of the field. Alec looked around; confused, "Hey, where's uh... Rachel?"
I looked too. Nothing. Nowhere. She had disappeared. Again, I became agitated with her inability to communicate to me, but then I went to the mattress she had occupied. There was a scrawled note on a white napkin there saying she had gone to find her parents. I was confused. If that was her intention from the beginning then why... ugh. Never mind that now. I wonder how far she's gone. God, I hope she's okay. The last thought was a bleak one, however. What were the chances of her making it all the way back there unharmed? Maybe if we were all luck some kind soul would pick her up and take her to safety. She could start again, right?
"Rachel left us."
"What?! Where the hell would she have gone?"
"To the hospital her mom works at apparently."
"What the...? How would she have got there?"
I shrugged. "I don't know but there really isn't anything we can do about her now. And if nothing else... it's one less mouth to feed." My poor attempt at humor went over like a lead balloon. I rubbed my face wearily. Already I was tired of all this.
God it's been a Long Day.
I laughed internally then thought:
Always seems that way...
As the sun continued its orange march on the field, I looked to the split sky again. Half was dark with the night and half was burning with the new day. Or was it actually burning? The fire color in the clouds seemed to be less hopeful than usual. Now the color felt harsh, jagged. I turned my attention to the two again.
"We'll need to find things to properly fortify this place. Let's start with the construction site once it's completely light. I'm not taking chances."
Suddenly bright headlights broke down the strip of blacktop that lead to the pool. A massive black truck rolled up, and stopped by the gates. A lone figure emerged from the cab; it's red hair lighting up like embers with the light from the orange sun. And I was ecstatic.
Ecstatic Orange.
As the fire-figure got closer a smile instantly crept onto my face.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 6:10 pm
Inside every morning there is a song. The warm hand of dawn lay firmly on my shoulder as shoeless feet trod over the mismatched squares of concrete sidewalk. The melody of clouds played with the rays of morning light now creeping over the dark houses, playing hide-and-seek with the lingering midnight shadows. The sound of the world still turning, the soft smell of a late summer morning
…and yet, I am uneasy.
Those blank windows distrust me.
Why are they looking at me like that?
I don’t understand.
Am I forgetting something? No…surly not. Of course there is no where I have to be today… I have no school, no job, no church. But the feeling still lingers like the smell of butter popcorn. I can’t shake it, and I can’t place it. It is not fear or sickness, or stress, these emotions are common place…it was a strange new- something- aw hell I can’t place it… Band? I stop in my tracks my mind suddenly pulled away from the curls of morning, thrown pell-mell into a spiral of worry. Did we have practice today? Was I forgetting about it? Unclipping my cell phone from the strap of my tank top I dialed the first band person’s number on my list,
Brad.
…
“Hello?”
“Good morning sunshine the Earth says hello!”
“….Erin?!” I can’t understand the inflection. Brad sounded half scared half relieved and half exasperated….wait…
“Yeah! Hey, listen I was wondering if we had marching band practice today…”
There was a pause, a long pause. The kind of pause that left you suspended in time, holding your breath waiting, until;
“Erin….There are bodies on the field.”
“Oh snickers! So Bass finally snapped and has started killing students huh?” I laughed lightly at my own wit. Brad did not join me however, there was no sound coming from the other end, except for the sound of…there it was again, that strange sensation. I still couldn’t tell what it was. Fear? Disappointment? Anticipation?
“No Erin there are actual dead bodies on the foot ball field.”
….
“April Fools!”
“No Erin.”
“….Well crap that’s no good…”
“You still don’t believe me.”
“No, I don’t, stop fooling around! This isn’t funny you know.”
“I know.”
“….”
“Come and see for yourself if you don’t trust me.”
“I never said I didn’t trust you.”
“Yeah well….then get down here…”
“Brad what is going on?”
“I have to go, get down here….now.”
“Hey wait a minute!” But the silence on the other end of the line was dead. He had hung up. I bit down on my lip as I felt the shadows under my eyes grow heavy, something was wrong with this perfect morning. I turned and sprinted back down the road to my house. Cheyenne was there to greet me, wagging her tail. But she was hunched bent over, tail between her legs. I walked up the drive and she stuck to me, so even when I opened the door to my little red car she hopped in and lay down on the back seat.
“Where do you think your going?”
She looked at me with wide brown eyes.
“Ok fine!” I said shutting the driver side door and starting the car. “But don’t tell Dad about this you hear?”
Cheyenne lay her blond head down on the side of the car, enjoying the openness of the convertible.
“Jesus!” Another car had just zipped by my own, crossing the double yellow lines and passing me on the left honking and peeling away at about 90mph. “The speed limit is thirty five…ding dong.” I mutter to Cheyenne who thumps her tail a few times before returning to her silent watch over my car. Everything has been acting so oddly.
Finally I pull up in front of the foot ball field. “Hello?” I call looking around for a sign of Brad, or Nick or someone. Cheyenne follows me staying close to my side. “Hellooo?” I say a little louder this time. I am still colorfully confused.
Inside every morning there is a song; Today its Colorblind.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 6:44 pm
Chris didn't move from the hummer. Emily was shaking his arm, frantic.
"Get off me," he whispered. She complied. She was terrified, but she knew Chris. Knew the terrible power in that tone of voice, that look.
His inferno was turning into a forest fire.
The cops slowly approached his door, guns drawn. One tried to touch the doorknob.
Blindingly fast. Door kicked open, cop on his butt with a grunt. Emily covering her head with her hands as the blonde figure slips out. The stunned cop tries to recover as bullets ring out. Two bodies fall. Chris takes cover behind the door as the window shatters.
Chris heard return fire from Drew and TJ. He assumed they had taken up cover behind their cars.
"Forget them! We ride!" the one with cold steel eyes cried over the din. He waited, heard TJ's motor restart. Chris slipped into the hummer's seat again, Emily still cowering and crying in the seat next to him.
No time to worry about her now. Protect her life first.
He made sure the vehicle was in gear before slamming on the gas pedal. Soon the trio was blazing down the median.
He moved to his phone again, phone showed he still had connection.
"Did we lose them? We're not getting shot at anymore."
"I dunno...look out your back window," Drew said cryptically.
Chris looked over his shoulder to see lights flashing. He heard the sirens grow louder by the second.
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SkittleScion Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 1:42 pm
I jumped awake to something poking me in the side.
"Woah. You need to calm down," Brad said, standing up from where he was sitting near the edge of the mattress. "Wake up Alec. Sami and Erin are coming and we need to start securing things here."
"M'kay," I mumbled, reaching for my glasses to find that I fell asleep with them on.
Poke.
"What do you want?" Alec groaned.
"Brad said we need to get up," I replied.
"Screw Brad."
Poke, poke, poke.
"No," Alec stated firmly.
I stood from my spot and started tapping him with my foot, only to receive more protests. Kneeling, I shoved him off the mattress.
"Get up, fiend! First of all, if I have to be up, so do you. Second, we kind of need to make sure that we don't get eaten sometime today. Third, Erin and Sami are coming," I said, sticking my tongue out. "If you really feel like going back to sleep, fine. Just keep in mind I will come back and most likely sit on you."
I began walking to Brad, who was currently stationed at the hummer.
"Who will be here first?" I asked, leaning against the vehicle and crossing my arms in the same fashion as Brad.
"Erin, most likely," He replied, clearly deep in thought.
"If you need to leave to go find Sami, go for it. We can handle things here for a while," I said, looking carefully at Brad's face.
I swear to God, it will be a miracle if I ever learn to read this kid.
"No, no... She'll be ok," He said, obviously miles away.
A soft "Hello" drifted up the field, catching my attention. I stepped away from the hummer and peered around the side.
"It's Erin, I'll go get her. Are you going to be ok?"
"You worry too much."
"I'm very much aware," I replied, smiling slightly.
Out of nowhere, Rachel's fox jumped off the roof of the hummer and onto my shoulder, causing me to jump.
"Jesus Christ bananas!" I screeched, attempting to regain my composer. It looked at me innocently, tilting it's head. "Hey there, cutie. Let's go meet Erin."
I jogged lightly to where Erin was standing, looking slightly confused.
"Where is everyone?" she asked.
"You mean Brad and Alec? They're at the hummer. Come on," I supplied, striding back to the center of the field, Erin at my heels followed be her dog.
"Where did the fox come from?"
"It was Rachel's. She left though," I looked back at Erin. She gave me a puzzled look. "I don't know."
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 2:50 pm
I finally rolled off my makeshift bed and saw Brad and Sami embracing. I hadn't seen Brad that happy in a good while. It looked like he was going to break her, he was hugging her so tightly. I'll give them a little privacy for a while. Behind me, I saw Lori and Erin, talking earnestly. I ran to them. "Erin, about time you got here."
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 3:14 pm
(Hey Brah, nice try at being me...but I'm not breaking down yet. Come on Alec, you know better. HERES how it would go down:
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Post coming soon. I think, I'm having writers block. But please refrain from being me. Because no offense but you didn't do a very good job. XD So can we pretend that I'm still standing waiting for someone to answer me, please. I am a little offended that you have be breaking down into hysterical tears when I still don't have a damn clue as to whats going on... )
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 3:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 4:21 pm
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