Neuleben (christian & DA)

[darkangel76]

"Mommy...mommy..."

The voice was soft and small. It resonated of innocence, of something Perrin never had while growing up. As the voice grew louder, more urgent, Perrin was certain that it couldn't be her own. But as it continued to call out, she felt the emotions swelling inside, threatening to break free from the walls she'd carefully built over the years. Panic began to grow then, swarming and roiling, a slow burn creeping along her skin.

"No, Rinnie!" came another voice. One Perrin could never forget, though she could no longer recall the face that went with it. Her mother.

Perrin's eyes widened and she lurched forward, her tiny arms outstretched, foreign. This wasn't right. No. She was no longer a child, a baby. Something was wrong!

"Mommy!" Perrin heard, the voice in her head as she continued her wild search for her mother, the woman drifting away with every step she dared to take forward. "Don't leave me! Don't..."

But Perrin already knew the outcome of this scene. This was a familiar memory. A terrifying recollection of the only life she'd ever known. Her eyes pricked with tears as a cool breeze licked her skin, laughing at her misery, at the inevitable fate ready to befall her. It was hardly fair. But life had stopped playing by the rules the moment their ship was struck, falling into the void of the harsh planet below. Her tiny body had been tossed about, a gash marring her forehead. She raised a finger and touched where she knew the scar she now donned resided. A damp wet clung to the slender digit as she brought it back down. Perrin looked at her finger, studied it, her hand suddenly her own once more. The deep crimson was stark and bold against the creamy pale of her hand. But why was it there? Why was she bleeding? She shouldn't... Sucking in a sharp breath, she tried to still her mind, her thoughts. Unfortunately, that hardly stopped the chaos from completely surrounding her.

Soft whimpers rolled over Perrin's lips. She was frightened, terrified by the sight before her as it unraveled strand after strand. The sky was pitch black; two moons shining down. Their silver-blue rays stabbed the desolate ground like a knife would supple flesh. Her mother was gone and only a shadow remained. Perrin's breath quickened as her muscles tensed, her body ready to move the moment the shadow did...

Mattie stirred as she heard a muffled sound in the darkness. Opening one blue eye, she noticed Perrin pushing herself out of bed. This wasn't the first time she'd seen Perrin sleep walk and no doubt wouldn't be the last time either. The older girl was a wreck, a livewire ready to burst into flames. Mattie had no idea how anyone dealt with the girl's mood swings, her constant fear of living. Letting out a soft groan, she threw her pillow over her dark head and tried to go back to sleep.

Meanwhile, Perrin's thin frame slowly padded across the wooden floor and toward the door. Her hands fumbled with the handle, but soon the latch released with a gentle click. She pushed open the door and a gust of night air kissed her face, ran its fingers through her reddened locks. A small breath passed over her lips, a bead of sweat trickling down the nape of her neck. One step and then two. Perrin was making her way into the dark void outside, her steps leading her closer and closer to the town's gate.

 

[christian7_41king]

Sheriff Bill was pushing almost 50 years old as he walked around and made sure everyone was doing their jobs for the night. Patrolling both the wall and the town itself. This was one of the first towns the zombie usually hit from the old crash site 20 years ago, lately however, there had been more attacks. The numbers were the same, a small group of ten or twenty zombies but the number and times they attacked had been increasing dramatically. Hence they put tangle wire and bells and other things to warn them and defend the town. His deputy, Wyatt was doing the same with his idol, the sheriff, a young lad he had the heart and love for the town but he lacked a backbone dealing with humans.

Bill had to admit he was a good shot. Hitting zombies heads at extreme range with an old Winchester repeater he rarely if ever missed. Bill was glad Wyatt was a good man and knew he would do well as a deputy but being sheriff was wholly different matter. Bill took off his hat the night heat causing his graying hair to itch under his hat. Wyatt was seeming fine dressed in suit-like outfit his coat going down to his knees his little gunslinger mustache seeming made him look suave. He looked like a cowboy. Where Bill was more rugged his white t-shirt and jeans and boots dirty with dust and mud and sweat.

Bill and Wyatt were discussing their defenses as they were walking. They soon noticed Perrin sleepwalking again. Bill sent Wyatt off to check her house while he stayed and tried to wake up Perrin.

Wyatt would notice the door to Parrin's and Matties home was open and he took out his .44 1851 style pistol he slowly made his way inside, flashlight shining “Mattie?” he called out as he carefully checked the house. Seeing it was clear He sighed “Mattie!” he yelled out as he holstered his pistol. When he saw Mattie he said “Perrin was caught sleepwalking to the gate again.....” he saw her annoyed face and sighed “sorry for disturbing you. Bill wanted me to make sure everything was ok here.” he said timidly.

Bill in the meantime had gotten Perrin to wake up “Perrin you were sleepwalking again... everything ok?” after hearing her answer he said “come on let's get you home and back into bed. No use doing anything tonight.”

with zombie running around two types scared people in the town the Runners with their claws and speed and the Rams tanks or flesh. There was also the Executioner, zombies with giant axes but so far the town only ever saw one. Took everything they had to bring it down that was five years ago. But still they invest in Gatling guns and a couple cannons, just to be safe. However most had small arms pistols and rifles..there was an assault rifle or two but most was old fashioned wild west type guns.

Outside the town, there was a five-man squad watching the town. Tausev was their race along with the Floves, both races stranded on this godforsaken planet with the humans and the Krorks. The squad had a few drones, two gun drones and a missile pod drone and recon drone in addition to a devil transport. They were better armed than the humans of the town they watched. But what concerned them is the zombies seemed more attracted to this town than others. In fact for the past month the other towns only had one maybe two attacks by the zombies and they were no more than ten zombies at a time, here it was getting closer to double that and more frequent and this concerned Vio and he had a suspicion someone was luring them to the town somehow as he watched through his Visors. Then he noticed a few zombies heading towards the town. This time there were thirty no... 40 and the runners were secretly ripping up the tangle wire. Vio even saw some of his kind who had been turned into these things and they were bounding up their skin a bluish black and now they spiky tails and claws. The human zombies even had a Ram type zombie stomping towards the town. Vio got his comrades up there was going be a big fight and they needed to help the humans for now. Vio, as much as he detested the idea, his honor demanded he help them despite his personal feelings on the matter.

 

[darkangel76]

Mattie rolled her eyes as her hands balled up into tiny fists and clutched, hard, onto the pillow she'd thrown over her head. It was a good attempt to pretend he wasn't there, that she was fast asleep. Sure. But it was no use. Wyatt had seen her shift under the covers, had heard her exasperated sigh despite her attempts to stay quiet. She had to hand it to the guy. He was persistent...and completely clueless as to when he wasn't wanted. Still, she knew Wyatt meant well and he did do a fine job helping out Bill and the rest of the town. However, that didn't mean she wanted him hovering every free moment she could find either. Eventually, she was going to lose it. She just hoped it wasn't any time soon. After all, she didn't want to come across as a bitch.

With a frown playing on her pouty lips, Mattie tossed the pillow aside and sat up. "It's okay," she grumbled, trying not to sound too aggravated. One hand rubbed at her eyes while the other moved to the dark hair on her head. It had been pulled back before going to bed, but now it was a mess, wild tendrils falling everywhere about her face. Bringing her hands to her lap, she let out a yawn and slouched against the headboard of her bed. Her cool blue eyes focused on Wyatt, the bluish strands of moonlight dancing along the angles of his face. She tried her best to smile. "I'm guessing Bill is with Perrin?" she asked.

Mattie arched a brow as she cocked her head to the side and pushed the blankets away. She stretched then, her arms reaching above her head as she clasped her hands together. The thin fabric of her nightshirt clung to her curves as she arched her back and let out a soft contented sound before moving to stand up. She made her way toward Wyatt, her eyes finding the gun resting against his hips. Licking her lips, she looked up at him.

"Hope she didn't open the gate," Mattie said, worry lacing her words as realization began to settle and the sleepiness wore off. "She's getting worse. She needs...she needs to stop bottling things up. She can't keep living this way."

Meanwhile, outside, Perrin felt something warm and hard against her shoulder. Blinking several times, she turned her head, her dark eyes trying to focus. Shadows were everywhere. She could feel their eyes lingering, studying. They were out there! No one was safe! Not her, not Mattie...no one!

Perrin stopped suddenly, her breaths quick and uneven. The urge to run, to scream, was strong and just as she was about to bolt, she heard a voice. One she knew. It was his voice. "B-bill?" she asked timidly. Her entire body was trembling and a sudden cold began to set deep within her core. She shook her head, noticing she was no longer in bed, but outside. "B-bill?" she asked again. He was speaking to her, gentle tones trying to ease the fear she felt coursing through her body.

After a few moments, Perrin nodded. She trusted Bill. He was the calm and rational voice for the entire town of Neuleben. Neuleben. She choked on a small sob as she remembered their ship. There was barely anything left of it now, not that much had been salvageable in the first place.

Perrin found her hand instinctively reaching for Bill as he began to lead her home. Mattie was still there. No doubt the younger girl was pissed! As she followed Bill, she heard soft scratching sounds coming from somewhere. In a panic she wrenched away from the voice of reason and crouched low. "They're here!" she shouted. "They're coming!" As terror tore through her, so did the shrill scream of horror.