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by Beiarusia » Fri Jun 08, 2018 4:18 pm
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by The Knockout Gun Gals » Sat Jun 09, 2018 6:12 am
Kentucky Fried Land wrote:Clement Willoughby
Washington Elementary School
Running
Clement looked back to Crystal, the woman making an excellent point. “He probably is. That’s where he expects us to go. But I don’t know of where else there’d be an exit, other than… back in the cafeteria.” He nearly slapped himself. Of course there would be exits in the cafeteria. To lack them would be a goddamned fire hazard.
Before he could move them back, a voice called out and a woman with a few other smaller figures emerged into view. Clement’s heart skipped a beat. He watched the woman, throwing his baseball bat up in a defensive position. “Jesus!” He cried out, but stopped himself once the kids finally colored his vision. “Oh God, I’m sorry. I thought you were the principal, at first.” He looked over all of them, wincing. “I can… I can try and get rid of the principal. If you and her wanna try and get these kids out of here.” He crossed his arms, indicating both the new woman and Crystal with his eyes.
by Beiarusia » Sat Jun 09, 2018 10:43 am
by Ithalian Empire » Sun Jun 10, 2018 8:29 pm
Beiarusia wrote:LYNN PHAN and MORGAN KAUR
Insomnia Cookies, Chicago, IL
The door chimed as Daniel Beck entered. Having lost the element of surprise, the man stepped inside with pistol raised just in case whoever — or whatever — was inside proved themselves to be hostile. The main area was empty, as was the space behind the countertop. The door to back-of-house was slightly ajar, and although quiet Beck could hear a faint whispering and the hushed shuffle of footsteps on tile, a shadow passing the gap between the door and wall.
Someone — something — was lurking inside the cafe.
Beck clicked the handgun's safety to off. He circled around the counter, the air tainted by the scent of stale and molding cookies, no doubt considering the many scenarios that could play out in this very moment. Friendly survivors or thieving bandits? Infected? He tried peering into the gap but couldn't see much of anything. Then, despite his gut instinct telling him otherwise, he called out to whoever was hiding beyond the door, grip tightening on the gun. "Anyone here? Not gonna eat me, right?" He reached out and, gingerly, pushed the door open fully, half-expecting something to jump out at him. The office was empty but with signs of someone having been there recently. To his right was another door leading to the storage area.
He stepped inside and was immediately caught with cold metal pressed up to the back of his neck. "Don't move," the voice said, twinged in a waver of nervousness.
Beck didn't move. "That's a spoon."
The young woman tensed. "N-no it's not!"
"Yes it is," called out someone from inside the storage area.
The man turned to face his would-be assailant. A student, most likely from the university across the street, and, sure enough, she was holding a spoon in her hands as if it were a knife. Casually dressed with a headscarf that was slightly askew as if she'd been interrupted, in a hurry to make herself proper lest she be caught with her pants down.
She eyed the gun.
"Who is it?" called out the other girl.
Morgan Kaur looked to Beck with a strange mix of worry and solid unyielding, like an animal defending its territory against a much larger predator. A fight it could not win, but a fight it would undertake nonetheless. "What do you want?"
by Imperial Idaho » Mon Jun 11, 2018 1:36 am
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by The Knockout Gun Gals » Mon Jun 11, 2018 2:31 am
Beiarusia wrote:SCHOOL'S OUT FOREVER
Washington Elementary School, Naperville, IL
Cadence launched herself at the man, grabbing and clawing at the arm holding onto the crowbar. "Leave her alone!" she shouted, digging her fingernails into fabric and flesh. The principal tried to shake her off but Adam grabbed on as well, and Mr. Hanover lost balance, toppling with the children struggling atop him, his crowbar clattering on the tiled floor. He pushed Cadence off with a growl. Adam was already retreating, and as Mr. Hanover turned after him he found his path blocked by Jessica, the bookworm kicking the principal in the head as hard as she possibly could.
It wasn't hard enough.
Mr. Hanover roared in anger as he pushed himself up to his feet. Jessica, knowing now that she had made a terrible mistake, turned to run, but the man caught her quite easily, throwing her against the wall with all his weight, both hands wrapped tightly around her throat, holding her above his head with a look of pure malice in his eye. She gasped for air as her fingers tried desperately to break the vice closed tightly around her neck, kicking and struggling even as the energy drained from her body. Her vision faltered as Mr. Hanover shook her, slamming her back against the wall.
"School is canceled. Didn't you know? SCHOOL IS OUT!"
by Walabam » Tue Jun 12, 2018 1:00 am
by Tayner » Tue Jun 12, 2018 10:11 am
Walabam wrote:"Since we're here, and the street isn't really a safe place to be, should we...maybe, go in?"
by The Grand Rift » Tue Jun 12, 2018 11:59 am
by Beiarusia » Tue Jun 12, 2018 3:41 pm
Ithalian Empire wrote:DANIEL BECK
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by New Grestin » Wed Jun 13, 2018 2:53 pm
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by The Knockout Gun Gals » Sat Jun 16, 2018 6:25 am
Kentucky Fried Land wrote:Clement Willoughby
The Attack
Washington Elementary School
He woke up in a daze. The last few seconds that he remembered were flying up against the wall, his back sore and cracking. He clutched at his scattered glasses, drawing them onto his nose before messily standing back up.
Now there was a kid pinned up against the principal, another woman with a barbell, and Crystal had pulled her gun on the man. Clement winced, dodging his eyes across the room for any sign of his bat, but seeing it up under a table, too far away. In true chronological fashion, his attention turned to the others.
“No! No, everybody just calm down, it’s all okay, we can all talk about this!” He held his free hand out to the others with a defensive posture, glancing between each individual involved in the standoff. “Look, principal, just tell me what’s on your mind! I think we can help you, just let go of this nice young girl and we can-” He was too late to prevent it all. “No, don’t!” He cried uselessly as the barbell crashed down onto the principal’s arm, a thick snap of bone and sinew echoing down the cafeteria. The principal howled, inhuman and shrill in his cries as he released the young girl, raising his crowbar high to crack upon his attacker’s head. Clement moved unevenly, crashing into the man and stumbling over, his glasses scattering again. The principal fell backwards, his footing lost, his legs in the air. His back of his head connected with a table, and he did not get back up.
Clement climbed onto his hands and knees, fumbling around for his glasses. The soft crying of the principal was all he heard now, vision blurry and senses overloaded with pain. He did manage to make out the principal writhing on the ground, unable to get up, blood pouring from the knot on his head as well as his left ear. His crowbar and been flung somewhere away from him, out of his deadly grasp at last. “Oh Jesus, oh my God…” Clement muttered in between terrified gasps.
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