ZoMbIeS O.o (Finxy and OnABoat69)

[Finxy]

Ayla sat locked in her room afraid to leave with her head tucked to her knees. The town has officially gone crazy, she thought. She was right. After news of the terrible breakout, and how it was nearly impossible to be immune, people began to lose order. Theft, murder, rape, you name it, it's been done.
Ayla could no longer feel safe in her own home. No one seemed to be the same as the used to be, not even her mother. No doubt infected by the virus, her hair began to thin and fall out in clumps, and breathing was irregular, sounding more like a pug than anything. Amazingly enough, her mother was still as loving as she had always been.
After hearing a thud downstairs, she opened her door quietly to find that someone had broken into there house.
"Die you monster!" he pointed a gun at her mother that was standing in the kitchen.

Bang.

"No!" Ayla shrieked as she flung herself to the railing to look down at the man. She glanced into the kitchen to see her mother's lifeless body mangled on the floor.
"You!' he shouted to her pointing the gun at her as well. "You are infected too!" he shot at her and hit one of the picture frames behind her.

Ayla dashed towards her door and locked it before pushing the dresser that was right next to it in front of the door for a quick barricade. She grabbed her messenger bag that was prepacked with a change of clothes and a few odds and ends including her wallet. She threw the window open and climbed out onto the tree and slid down a few branches unintentionally. When she was low enough, she jumped and fell to her knees scraping one of them.
Her feet moved quietly and quickly through the gravel driveway and out onto the street. She headed to the edge of the city were she could see the edge of town and all the military equipment set up there. She also saw many deranged looking citizens fighting there way to the gates. Not wanting to get tangled into the mess, she walked farther off to the side of the town that was still barricaded and sat against one of the barricades.
finally she let her head sink between her knees and she began to weep silently of the loss of her mother, and the whole town.

 

[Bow_down1991]

The man sat idly, with a cigarette burning in his mouth, watching the lonely streets of a town that had once thrived. His gloved finger wiped a smudge from his gun before his eyes returned to the streets. As he stood up from the roadblock he sat on, he slung the gun over his shoulder. The gravel crunched under each step from his heavy boots. His partner's ears twitched as he heard something. He pointed to the barricade nearest to them. "Check it out" He mouthed to the man, whose cigarette fell to the ground, fluttering ash in his face.

As he stepped over, he put a new clip into the gun. With the sights set on the barricade, he raised the gun to his cheek and glanced around. As his finger applied little pressure to the trigger, though not enough to shoot, he heard the shrilll shriek from his partner, and his partner's gun discharging into the air. His attention changed from the barricade as he quickly got back to where his partner was, finding his lifeless body in a pool of his own blood. There were three slain infected also laying lifelessly.

With a curse under his breath, he moved back toward the barricade. He pressed the button on the radio and sighed. "Garcia had been destroyed." He said into the radio as he moved past the barricade and pointed his gun down at the weeping girl. He examined her with his eyes and decided she wasn't infected. "It's not safe here." He said as he held his hand out for her to get up.

He was wearing an urban camo suit, with his face being covered, in case the virus could be transmitted through the air. His helmet was covering his now matted brown hair, and his brown eyes were clearly visible. He had a nametag that read: Trevor M. Jackson.

 

[Finxy]

Ayla jumped up to her feet when she heard the man speak. She backed away slowly and eyed him. His uniform caught her eye. He was a national guardsmen armed to the teeth. "Don't shoot me, Sir," she cried, "I am not infected I swear." she looked behind her to see if there was anywhere to run.
Brushing her dark long hair out of her face, she took another step back but paused. If she ran he would surely shoot her. Though he didn't look like he was harmful but she couldn't trust anyone with a gun nowadays. After all, it's the weapon that was used to kill her infected mother, just minutes ago. Her dark gray eyes searched for his name tag.
A flash back turned her attention else where as she watched the town and how beautiful and perfect it used to be. How the smell of the fresh air used to clear her nose and make her smile. Now the town was destroyed and the once sweet smell was now filled with smoke, dirt, and death. It made her crinkle her nose.
"If I go with you, will you promise safety?" her voice was shakey but she had no other option.

 

[Bow_down1991]

The girl's words intrigued the man. Shouldn't she know that the guards were here to help her and help the very populace of the city? Why on earth would he want to hurt what he swore to protect? He opened his mouth to speak again. "Why would I hurt you?" He asked her with a hint of skepticism. Before she could speak, he answered her question. "No, I won't hurt you, I'm here to protect you." Though he didn't know the situation of her mother and father, maybe they had already found their way to the compound. . .

"What is your name and how old are you?" He asked her as he tugged on her hand and started walking toward the compound, being careful not to go toward the body of his old partner. They were about to enter a secure area. The barbed wire, electric fence was a match for any infected, as once you become infected, you lose all brain power you once had. The concrete building, which used to be a school of some kind, housed soldiers, survivors, and even some infected, so scientists could study the disease.

With a mechanical noise, the gates opened and the man lead the girl into the compund's grounds. "I'll give you a tour later, but for now I have to report to my superior and you have to be checked out. . ." He said as a man in a labcoat came towards them, holding out a gloved hand for her to take. . .

 

[Finxy]

She studied him as he spoke. She hadn't doubted that he was there to protect her, but she also couldn't let herself believe that everyone was trustworthy. She nodded as he told her he would protect her. "Ayla, nineteen."

Her response was short and to the point. She couldn't seem to say anything else at the moment. Her thoughts were back to her mother for a second. When he grabbed her wrist it startled her and she nearly tripped over her own feet but recovered quickly. SHe noticed the dead soldier and looked away quickly. It made her nauseous.

Ayla was almost impressed that the high school she had attended had actually been made into something useful. The place was well protected and it made her feel a little bit more secure inside. When they were through the gates, she saw the man in the lab coat stopped hiding a little behind Trevor.

When he told her about the tour later she nodded and then stepped toward the man who was appointed to examine her and took his hand. They walked off to the school nurse's room and Ayla looked back at Trevor. "I'll see you later then?" When she saw what seemed to be a nod from him, she turned and continued with the doctor.

"Okay, you said your name was Ayla?" he began. "I'm just going to check your vitals right now and do some blood tests." he worked quickly as he took her blood pressure and listened to her lungs. After he checked her ears, nose, and throat he left the room but was back within a minute and a half with some needles. "Now I'm going to take some blood samples and give you a flue shot. It's not a cure to the virus, but some believe it may help prevent it since you start out with flew like symptoms. You look okay, but we can never be too cautious."

Ayla nodded and let the man do his work. She didn't watch as he drew the blood. The sight of flesh being poked, and or cut, with sharp objects made her want to cringe. When he was done, he told her to sit tight until the results were back. It took about thirty minutes, but there were magazines and crossword puzzles.
When the man came back, he had a grin on his face. Well Ayla, seems like you are good to go. I'll escort you to the gymnasium where the others are for the time being. Make yourself comfortable.
She could have easily found her way there by herself but she wasn't going to be rude. When he took her to the gym, there was only about fifteen others in there and it was being guarded by two other men in camo armed with guns. She made her way to the corner of the gym and sat down resting her chin on her knees.

There were two men playing basketball and everyone else was just kind of off doing there own thing. Ayla looked at her watch and then sighed. She was rather tired so she let her eyes close slowly and she fell asleep sitting up resting her head in her arms that layed upon her knees.

 

[Bow_down1991]

As she dozed off, the sky grew dark, and the infected were drawn to the vibrant light that was being given off by the complex. Sounds of gunfire were apparent, and flashes of the guns could be seen through the gymnasium window. As Trevor looked through the crosshairs and fired three shots into the head of a walking corpse with a cheerleading outfit on, he shook his head. He put the nightvision binoculars to his face. "I got more, this side." He said to the other men, huddled to the top of the school. The bastards were getting stronger, faster, and probably even scarier. . .smarter.

The way Trevor figured it, it was only a matter of time before they would realize that they could cut the power to the whole complex. It was being guarded by a few men, and a huge machine gun, though he wasn't really sure how long that barricade would hold. With another pull of a trigger a few more went down. He looked down toward his belt and realized that he was running out of bullets and the biggest rule was, that bullets needed to be conserved. With a cackling and the smell of burning flesh, foretold that they were starting to climb the fence. . .

Daylight. The one thing that stopped them from coming. They had already figured out, where there was light, there was food. That wasn't good. The swarms had been getting worse and worse. It was only a matter of time. As he wiped his brow, he ran down the stairs into the gym and found Ayla, he hoped that the fighting hadn't woken her up. She was already awake, as it was 2:00 PM. Mid afternoon. He smiled. "C'mon." He said as he grabbed her hand and led her through the complex.

After showing her everything, he sat her down in the courtyard of the school. "Name's Trevor, I'm 21." He said under his breath. He unclipped his helmet, and removed it slowly to reveal his matted brown hair. He reached into his pocket to pull out a stim. He needed them to stay awake. He injected himself quickly and looked back up at her. "Did you see anyone you knew in there?" He asked her feebly.

 

[Finxy]

Ayla awoke to the sound of Gunshots ringing outside. The commotion was enough to scare anyone. Most the people in the gym shrieked and cried. Ayla however stayed fairly calm. She smiled slightly when she saw Trevor enter the gym. At first she couldn't tell but she had a feeling it was him.

Standing up, Ayla saw him reach for her hand and she held it out to him. When he grabbed her, she followed him keeping up with his pace. She didn't question him, he obviously knew what he was doing. Once again through the tour she could have just found it out herself but she let him show her anyway. When they reached the courtyard she sat down next to him. When he muttered his name she looked at his name tag again. "I never would have guessed" she said with a tinge of sarcasm in her voice. "What is that you are injecting yourself with? Is it a stimulant?" she looked away as he pierced his own skin and shuddered. "When was the last time you slept?"

A sigh escaped her lips. "And no, I didn't know anyone in there. Everyone I know is dead, or infected. Or has been killed by one of you." her tone was filled with hatred but she really didn't mean it the way it sounded.

"I know you're just doing your job but still. They are all gone." she looked away again hiding her moist eyes.

 

[Bow_down1991]

The man gave her a blank stare. He was sorry for her, but he wasn't supposed to show remorse. He remembered the girl from his high school, once upon a time. Though they didn't really talk, nor interact in any sense of the word. With the gun slung over his shoulder, he looked down at the barren ground. Torn up grass and dirt were all that remained. He sighed again and then leaned back against the bench. There had to have been someone left that she knew. "Are you sure that you don't know anyone else?" He said with a scratchy voice.

Though he knew he shouldn't, he couldn't help but feel attracted to her. Obviously, she wasn't in any state, but if they survived this ailment. . .maybe. He stood up slowly, as his ear piece went off. He looked down at her and handed her his Desert Eagle pistol and 2 clips with 16 bullets total. "If something happens while I'm gone, hide somewhere secluded and fire at the head." He said as he met up with one of his officers. "I will come back for you."

As he left, he sighed. He knew what was about to happen, they were going to lose alot of their civilian population. In fact, they were all supposed to die, that was, until he gave her his side arm. He wasn't sure what would happen, but he hoped she would survive. . .