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Rp Sample
1. The air was cold and silent, only the sound of the wind could be heard as the cold steel lab tables where shining in the light of the moon. All the equipment was left out, and the smell of formaldahide was thick in the air. Hiding behind some desks that had been made into a simple barricade where a few students and an injured teacher. The students huddled together shaking in fear. They had just witnessed some of their own friends and fellow students, being attacked by others that they new. Being bitten and ripped apart, and then they too would rise and go on attacking. Joining the legions of others that would overrun the school.
Only one student in the classroom was not huddled in the corner. A young girl that was tending to the injured teachers wounds. He had been bitten by one of the other students and was bleeding badly. She managed to mend the wound and slow the bleeding, but she knew as well as he did. That if she didn't get him out of there to better facilities, he would die.
Leaving the teacher, the student went to check on the others, to see if any had sustained injury. They where all fine, but the teacher which looked to be sleeping had just passed. The student had been observing the others that had been bitten and turned to the teacher. She held a flashlight in her hands shining it on his face. His breathing stopped, his lips where blue now, and the color of his skin was that of paper. She knew he was gone, but would he come back like the others.
Sitting there for a moment watching the teacher, she sighed and smiled a bit, when she believed it was all clear. Turning back to the others, a girl from the far corner began to scream. The teacher had risen up and lunged towards the girl. The other student took the flashlight and cracked it over the teachers head. Forcing him to the ground, he quickly turned to her and looked on with a veracious hunger in his eyes. She took the flashlight with both hands and struck him hard in the right temple. Blood spurted from the side of his head, and he fell to the floor. His eyes glazed over and blood was pouring out onto the lenolium. She stood there breathing very heavily and still holding the flashlight. She closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, to calm herself down.
She turned to the others and wiped the blood off the flashlight. Looking down at the scared students she placed a textbook in his bag, along with some medical supplies. Turning towards the door, she said with his back facing the others. "I'm leaving, if you want to stay then make sure you barricade the door. If not, get a move on." she clenched the flashlight tight in her hands and kicked the door open.
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The chill of cold steel against my face. The thuds and slams from above. All futile attempts at gaining entry. This bunker is sealed tight, no way you could get in from the outside. Lucky me I guess, I'm well protected yet at the same time trapped. Cause if I take one step outside. I'm liable to be put down in seconds. No chance for survival outside of seclusion. I just wish someone was close enough to pick up my radio signals. This damn walkie barely gets any distance. The food and water will last me another month, but no telling who will show up in that time. If anyone will.
Its been two weeks now. No sign of un-infected life outside my own. The food is still good for a few more weeks, but it's starting to get to me. The solitude, the screams I hear from outside these protective walls. Letting me know that I'm still a prisoner in this place of sanctuary. I've picked up a few signals over the last few days, but nothing worth any excitement. They were almost always accompanied by screams. I'm just hoping that someone will come soon, I'm still able to hold on to hope. But it is running very thin.
 Bodeway · Fri Aug 15, 2008 @ 05:04am · 0 Comments |
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