06-06-2018, 06:47 AM
Ryan jerked awake quickly. He struggled with his first breath settling into the seat again. He had fallen asleep on the couch while waiting on his host, which he’d figured out was her place due to some clues upon his sweep. He wiped his face with his shirt, still breathing hard. The dream he’d been having had been a nightmare. Dreamt he’d been able to find a way out of this infested place, only to be grabbed by the monsters just as freedom had been in his grasp.
He had woken up expecting to fight for his life, but welcomed the silence and stillness of his surroundings instead. As soon as he remembered where he was and what he’d done, he noticed the shower head was no longer running. He glanced up at the clock.
He had been sleeping for an hour.
The zombies were most likely still outside but he wasn't sure, they had become quiet. He wanted to look out the only window in the room but he had just had a nightmare…
He rose from the unfamiliar furniture and looked the room over once more. There was a bookshelf filled with so many books with titles ending in 'ology' that he could safely assume the girl had some interest in medicine. If not, she had an unhealthy obsession with the functions of the human body. His hand ran over the spines of the shelved books as he walked past them. Next, to the small library, he found the side table from before. He expected rows of pictures like his mother displayed, but instead, he found a few figures and a small vase of dying flowers. One word came to mind: Sad.
Ryan moved around the room thoughtfully. There were some nice pictures, but none of the other people. It confused him because he hated the majority of his family but still kept each family photo and Christmas card they took. He quickly moved on and found a small collection of good movies next to a rather nice television. He turned around when he began to hear footsteps. Listening to a bit more closely, he realized the steps were made by slippers. He’d never openly admit how alarmed he’d been until he realized the shuffling wasn’t a zed.
Promise now stood at the door, a tee with a few lines that made out to look like a sea turtle and some grey shorts. She had no intention or need to step foot out of the door so she decided to get comfortable. Then she had remembered her guest. She watched as he looked back at her stuff and then up at her. He wanted to say something but probably didn't know what to say.
"You're pretty handy with a gun." She said before moving out of the shadows of the rather dark house and onto her sofa. "Thanks by the way... You know, for helping me. I don't think I would have made it if you didn’t show up." She knew she had been in serious trouble, no use trying to act big and bad.
"It's no problem really," Ryan replied before making his way back to the couch. It was a cream color, he had seen it before he dropped down on it. "But if it wasn't for that dog I would have never noticed the fair princess in distress." He explained, fully aware of how sarcastic and assholish it came out. He wasn't very big on holding back, especially in a situation as complicated as this. He decided to lean back into the couch, trying to give the illusion that he wasn't as big of an ass as that made him just look like.
She wasn't happy with the sarcasm, but what was she going to do? Kick him out of the house? "Fair enough oh-so-brave knight." She countered sarcastically and with a little spite. "I have an extra pillow and blanket. I insist on just staying still for the night. With any luck, those things out there will move on to an easier meal. You are welcome to some food, but try not to make a freaking pig out of yourself." She explained before getting up again and back into the bathroom.
There was a closet where her towels were, but she had extra space and that's where she chose to keep her extra linings. She returned and shoved them into the guy's arms before going back to her room and to bed. Pissed off especially.
-
Promise woke up and looked at the clock, 10:15 a.m. She groaned some before rolling over to look at her other wall. There was a big fish tank, but it was empty of gravel and water, instead, it had a layer of wood shavings on the bottom. There was a medium edible log partially eaten and a water bottle hanging in the corner. Somewhere hidden away from the world was a rat, curled up happily. She sighed as she remembered she hadn't fed Sonya last night. It wasn't a huge deal because the rat had the log, but she didn't like leaving her with that as her only option.
Max was missing as well, the big fuzz-ball had jumped down and nudged the cracked door open. At this point, she noticed the smell of eggs and bacon in the air, her body shooting right up from its laying position; Did she fall asleep while cooking? That was when it finally hit her again that she had a guest who was ignoring her request and now was cooking all her food! She got straight up and stormed down the steps, she turned the corner and let her anger fly.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Haven't you ever seen a damn movie? We need to ration our food supply you big jerk!"
Ryan had just put down the food and was looking up at the angry woman. He was shocked at how angry one person could be so early in the morning, and with good food already made… Then again he did live with his mother for a long part of his life. "Yes, have you? The electricity will go off at some point, and then how will we cook anything that would normally spoil without the refrigerator." That’s ignoring his other arguments. Eggs could be eaten raw, but there could be salmonella or other bacteria. "Enjoy the food before we're forced to give it to the dog." He asserted and then sat down at the table.
He had apparently taken his pants off at some point in the night and now he was in just his boxers with 'DeathKlock' branded all over them. He ignored any more argument she may have as well, waving her off to pick up the fork and begin to dig in.
Meanwhile, the owner of the house was swimming in rage. Not just because of his cheap attitude and know-it-all personality; Because he was right. She contemplated throwing his ass out for real this time as she looked over at the door, wondering if the creatures were still there. She sighed and roughly fell into her chair behind the prepared plate before digging into the meal on the table.
It had to be 6 scrambled fluffy eggs, they practically bounced on her plate! - And off. Half of the bacon was on a plate next to them as well, and there was toast nearby with butter and her apricot jam just as close. Though she was pissed she couldn’t ignore the growing pain in her stomach or the rational logic of his claim. She decided to instead be pissed at his stupid face and dug in.
After most of the food was cleared Promise gave Max the eggs and some bacon but took a cold piece of pig up to her room. She crumbled it up and put it in Sonya's food bowel with some rat food. Sonya jerked awake with the sound of her cage being opened then curiously came out of hiding...
.
Promise closed the cage, turned on the lights and started to get dressed. She pulled on another tight tank top that let a little skin show and some low-riding jeans. Sonya was still munching down her apology treats and was too busy being happy to even have the slightest idea of what chaos went down outside her cage. Or even outside what was outside her cage... It made Promise wish she could crawl into a cage of her own and hide away the end. Staying inside the apartment was a good idea, but what if no one came to help? If anyone did, would they be smart enough to see that the zombies were trying to hunt?
It was clear they couldn't stay here...
Promise sat down and wondered what she was going to do. They had to do something they couldn't just sit here and hope for something good to happen. It didn't work in the movies and it sure as hell wasn't going to work for real life. Especially in a zombie outbreak. She pulled out an old map of the station from under her bed. She moved her finger over the colorful map that made the place look so happy. The simple act of doing so made her think about the few time she had to use the damn thing upon starting her new job. She felt like a fool holding it as she walked down the street, but no one had laughed at her.
It was actually a small station all things considered, but it was still as big as a city, a big city. One from earth... She looked for the emergency items, an exit, a fire drill, where to go. Unfortunately, there wasn't any specific action to do in a zombie outbreak. A chuckle surfaced at that thought as she read imaginary instructions: 'In case of a zombie emergency, please make single file line and proceed to the anti-virus rooms on the west side of the station.'
At least she could still find some humor in this nightmare.
He had woken up expecting to fight for his life, but welcomed the silence and stillness of his surroundings instead. As soon as he remembered where he was and what he’d done, he noticed the shower head was no longer running. He glanced up at the clock.
He had been sleeping for an hour.
The zombies were most likely still outside but he wasn't sure, they had become quiet. He wanted to look out the only window in the room but he had just had a nightmare…
He rose from the unfamiliar furniture and looked the room over once more. There was a bookshelf filled with so many books with titles ending in 'ology' that he could safely assume the girl had some interest in medicine. If not, she had an unhealthy obsession with the functions of the human body. His hand ran over the spines of the shelved books as he walked past them. Next, to the small library, he found the side table from before. He expected rows of pictures like his mother displayed, but instead, he found a few figures and a small vase of dying flowers. One word came to mind: Sad.
Ryan moved around the room thoughtfully. There were some nice pictures, but none of the other people. It confused him because he hated the majority of his family but still kept each family photo and Christmas card they took. He quickly moved on and found a small collection of good movies next to a rather nice television. He turned around when he began to hear footsteps. Listening to a bit more closely, he realized the steps were made by slippers. He’d never openly admit how alarmed he’d been until he realized the shuffling wasn’t a zed.
Promise now stood at the door, a tee with a few lines that made out to look like a sea turtle and some grey shorts. She had no intention or need to step foot out of the door so she decided to get comfortable. Then she had remembered her guest. She watched as he looked back at her stuff and then up at her. He wanted to say something but probably didn't know what to say.
"You're pretty handy with a gun." She said before moving out of the shadows of the rather dark house and onto her sofa. "Thanks by the way... You know, for helping me. I don't think I would have made it if you didn’t show up." She knew she had been in serious trouble, no use trying to act big and bad.
"It's no problem really," Ryan replied before making his way back to the couch. It was a cream color, he had seen it before he dropped down on it. "But if it wasn't for that dog I would have never noticed the fair princess in distress." He explained, fully aware of how sarcastic and assholish it came out. He wasn't very big on holding back, especially in a situation as complicated as this. He decided to lean back into the couch, trying to give the illusion that he wasn't as big of an ass as that made him just look like.
She wasn't happy with the sarcasm, but what was she going to do? Kick him out of the house? "Fair enough oh-so-brave knight." She countered sarcastically and with a little spite. "I have an extra pillow and blanket. I insist on just staying still for the night. With any luck, those things out there will move on to an easier meal. You are welcome to some food, but try not to make a freaking pig out of yourself." She explained before getting up again and back into the bathroom.
There was a closet where her towels were, but she had extra space and that's where she chose to keep her extra linings. She returned and shoved them into the guy's arms before going back to her room and to bed. Pissed off especially.
-
Promise woke up and looked at the clock, 10:15 a.m. She groaned some before rolling over to look at her other wall. There was a big fish tank, but it was empty of gravel and water, instead, it had a layer of wood shavings on the bottom. There was a medium edible log partially eaten and a water bottle hanging in the corner. Somewhere hidden away from the world was a rat, curled up happily. She sighed as she remembered she hadn't fed Sonya last night. It wasn't a huge deal because the rat had the log, but she didn't like leaving her with that as her only option.
Max was missing as well, the big fuzz-ball had jumped down and nudged the cracked door open. At this point, she noticed the smell of eggs and bacon in the air, her body shooting right up from its laying position; Did she fall asleep while cooking? That was when it finally hit her again that she had a guest who was ignoring her request and now was cooking all her food! She got straight up and stormed down the steps, she turned the corner and let her anger fly.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Haven't you ever seen a damn movie? We need to ration our food supply you big jerk!"
Ryan had just put down the food and was looking up at the angry woman. He was shocked at how angry one person could be so early in the morning, and with good food already made… Then again he did live with his mother for a long part of his life. "Yes, have you? The electricity will go off at some point, and then how will we cook anything that would normally spoil without the refrigerator." That’s ignoring his other arguments. Eggs could be eaten raw, but there could be salmonella or other bacteria. "Enjoy the food before we're forced to give it to the dog." He asserted and then sat down at the table.
He had apparently taken his pants off at some point in the night and now he was in just his boxers with 'DeathKlock' branded all over them. He ignored any more argument she may have as well, waving her off to pick up the fork and begin to dig in.
Meanwhile, the owner of the house was swimming in rage. Not just because of his cheap attitude and know-it-all personality; Because he was right. She contemplated throwing his ass out for real this time as she looked over at the door, wondering if the creatures were still there. She sighed and roughly fell into her chair behind the prepared plate before digging into the meal on the table.
It had to be 6 scrambled fluffy eggs, they practically bounced on her plate! - And off. Half of the bacon was on a plate next to them as well, and there was toast nearby with butter and her apricot jam just as close. Though she was pissed she couldn’t ignore the growing pain in her stomach or the rational logic of his claim. She decided to instead be pissed at his stupid face and dug in.
After most of the food was cleared Promise gave Max the eggs and some bacon but took a cold piece of pig up to her room. She crumbled it up and put it in Sonya's food bowel with some rat food. Sonya jerked awake with the sound of her cage being opened then curiously came out of hiding...
.
Promise closed the cage, turned on the lights and started to get dressed. She pulled on another tight tank top that let a little skin show and some low-riding jeans. Sonya was still munching down her apology treats and was too busy being happy to even have the slightest idea of what chaos went down outside her cage. Or even outside what was outside her cage... It made Promise wish she could crawl into a cage of her own and hide away the end. Staying inside the apartment was a good idea, but what if no one came to help? If anyone did, would they be smart enough to see that the zombies were trying to hunt?
It was clear they couldn't stay here...
Promise sat down and wondered what she was going to do. They had to do something they couldn't just sit here and hope for something good to happen. It didn't work in the movies and it sure as hell wasn't going to work for real life. Especially in a zombie outbreak. She pulled out an old map of the station from under her bed. She moved her finger over the colorful map that made the place look so happy. The simple act of doing so made her think about the few time she had to use the damn thing upon starting her new job. She felt like a fool holding it as she walked down the street, but no one had laughed at her.
It was actually a small station all things considered, but it was still as big as a city, a big city. One from earth... She looked for the emergency items, an exit, a fire drill, where to go. Unfortunately, there wasn't any specific action to do in a zombie outbreak. A chuckle surfaced at that thought as she read imaginary instructions: 'In case of a zombie emergency, please make single file line and proceed to the anti-virus rooms on the west side of the station.'
At least she could still find some humor in this nightmare.
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