Not sure what to do with myself, i just kept on walking, and walking, and walking. Stunned to silence by grief, and terror of what we would be encountering next.
Eventually, we wound up in another section blocked of by a door that demanded a key card and was marked with a biohazard sign. But as luck would have it, the door stood half open as if somebody just threw open the door and ran.
- Chris, did you see the biohazard sign? I don't think it's going to be very safe going in here.
- I think it's a minor chemicals lab, let's just take a look atleast. Maybe we can find something we can use.
- Guess i just have to trust you on this one...
In order to move unhindered, i put away Sophie by the side of the door and swung the door open slowly to see what's in there. The first thing we encountered was a room with around 20 lockers or so, and some hazmat suits hanging. Feeling that it probably was safer here then out in the corridor, i went back to pick up Sophie and put her here instead.
Think we should don a hazmat suit, just in case?
If we can find one our size that is, then yes. Better be safe then sorry.
Swinging open a few lockers, we found family photos, a couple of nude pictures on the lockers, pretty much everything stereotypical you'd expect to find in a locker of such a place. Though when i opened up my seventh locker, i found something that piqued my interest, a lot. Lifting the object up, i felt a satisfying weight in my hand. I swung it around a bit and felt like Gordon Freeman for a second or two, we even stood in a laboratory so the comparison couldn't have possibly been better placed.
Nails caught me swinging the object around a bit and laughed since she apparently thought it looked a bit funny.
- I see you found something useful there Chris!
- Yes, i can't believe i found a friggin' crowbar! This thing is probably one of the most useful things we could have found at the moment. Short of an exit of course.
- I guess. But you are carrying around Sophie, how are you going to carry that as well? I mean, she must be heavy...
- Well, sort of. Suprisingly light for her height but still heavy to carry around and i have no real pockets or belt to put the crowbar in...
- Give me the crowbar, i might not be able to put it in as good use as you would, but i can still take care of it for now.
Said and done, i handed her the crowbar with amusing results. She wasn't expecting the weight of it and almost dropped it as a result. Looking mildly embarresed, she lifted it and held it in both of her hands, trying to swing it around slowly with one hand to adjust to the weight of it.
When she looked to be just about done, i said to her that the leisure brake was over and that we needed to keep up the exploring. So i started equipping a hazmat suit of a somewhat fitting size with some difficulty and Nails followed my example.
After a good five minutes, we were done and i felt like was a man on the moon with this thing on. It was all rubbery, big and felt like you had some sort of bigfoot costume on, not to mention that heat built up fast in one of these making you all sweaty after just a little while in them.
It was kind of funny how all everything sounded lightly distorted from the inside as soon as you equipped the helmet though, but eveyrthing from the outside sounded distant and far away.
Steeling ourselves, we approached the next door which seemed to lead into a decontamination chamber of some sort.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Dead Sun Rising Chapter 1. Page 6
I just let her cry as much as she could. The faster she got it out of her system, the better. Not that i myself felt like crying, it's just that my first instinct was that by acting as strong as i could outwards, i could give her strength to get up and keep on moving.
Looking over my shoulder to the half naked Sophie almost made the tears well up again, but acting strong, I gave Nails a helping hand to help her get up and picked up Sophie afterwards. It was time to keep on moving out of this strange place.
Picking up our pace, we started moving down the large corridor. One thing that we both noticed, was that this place looked way cleaner. Almost like a hospital with the large corridors and many rooms. The vague smell of antiseptics crossed my nose, indicating that the zombies most likely hasn't been here, or at least not to a larger extent. Looking into the rooms, we saw several things. Most of the rooms were simple rooms with one bed, straps to then (Most likely so they could keep a subject in place) and a light hanging above the bed. Some beds were stained with blood, some not. It almost felt like a horrible prison.
My mind started racing about the different scenarios that could have taken place there and none of them looked particularly good. Most of them involved what I imagined processing over the the undead side and most likely, the straps were to keep them in place because otherwise they wouldn't be still due to pain or escaping. But who knows, I may as well have been blowing smoke out of my arse for all I know.
Passing by all the rooms, we found ourselves in a crossroad with three different directions. Since there wasn't much to say, I balled up my fist gently and stretched it out in her general direction. After looking at me for a second or two, she realized that I wanted to play Rock-paper-scissor to decide which way to go, not punch her.
Damn, paper vs. Scissor. Looks like Nails win. Looking a bit happy about her victory, she chose to go left and I complied since well... She was the winner. Walking along it, she tried her hand at small talk, just to pass the time and get what I imagined to be our eventual death out of her head.
- So... Chris. What were your hobbies before all this?
- Well... I used to be a no-good guy turned decent to be honest. Play video games, being with my friends, organize events, stuff like that. I used to be quite passionate about the it too, even if everyone around me usually were better at what I did. I've always been an underdog.
- I see... Well, I myself used to be the party hard kind of girl. Even if nobody in particular liked me, I was tomboyish and liked to party to get my mind of my otherwise miserable life. It's kinda surprising what being a tomboy and having an ample chest can get you with boys.
- Uh... Right. Well, I'm not one to judge to be honest. I've had my share of girls, trying to sleep my way through my also miserable life, haha. But I try not to think about it too much. I've found that brooding to much about the past just brings you more pain.
- I guess... You're right. I was meaning to ask you, but who is that girl you are carrying around?
- *Sigh*, Well... She was my first girlfriend. One from a long time ago. From when I was 15, her name is Sophie. She was the first person I encountered here in this hell hole, she was infected in a hasty encounter so I had to snap her neck in the end, before she was going to try and take a bite out of me. That why her head is hanging in such a bizarre way
Without realizing it, tears started running down and dropping on Sophie, grief taking me over for a short duration of our walk. Nails, looking like she realized she stepped on sensitive grounds, just kept on walking besides me, not saying a single word more.
When we arrived at another crossroad, she balled up her fist and stretched it out into my general direction. Sigh, another one of her victories, scissor vs. rock. Once again, she chose left and kept on walking, her body language screaming that she was positive this was the way out. I sure hoped so, because I was hoping that this hell soon was over. But maybe that was wishful thinking.
Hopefully, the zombies are located in one place only and hasn't escaped this... Facility of sort.
I don't know if I could handle a destroyed world outside of this pit.
Looking over my shoulder to the half naked Sophie almost made the tears well up again, but acting strong, I gave Nails a helping hand to help her get up and picked up Sophie afterwards. It was time to keep on moving out of this strange place.
Picking up our pace, we started moving down the large corridor. One thing that we both noticed, was that this place looked way cleaner. Almost like a hospital with the large corridors and many rooms. The vague smell of antiseptics crossed my nose, indicating that the zombies most likely hasn't been here, or at least not to a larger extent. Looking into the rooms, we saw several things. Most of the rooms were simple rooms with one bed, straps to then (Most likely so they could keep a subject in place) and a light hanging above the bed. Some beds were stained with blood, some not. It almost felt like a horrible prison.
My mind started racing about the different scenarios that could have taken place there and none of them looked particularly good. Most of them involved what I imagined processing over the the undead side and most likely, the straps were to keep them in place because otherwise they wouldn't be still due to pain or escaping. But who knows, I may as well have been blowing smoke out of my arse for all I know.
Passing by all the rooms, we found ourselves in a crossroad with three different directions. Since there wasn't much to say, I balled up my fist gently and stretched it out in her general direction. After looking at me for a second or two, she realized that I wanted to play Rock-paper-scissor to decide which way to go, not punch her.
Damn, paper vs. Scissor. Looks like Nails win. Looking a bit happy about her victory, she chose to go left and I complied since well... She was the winner. Walking along it, she tried her hand at small talk, just to pass the time and get what I imagined to be our eventual death out of her head.
- So... Chris. What were your hobbies before all this?
- Well... I used to be a no-good guy turned decent to be honest. Play video games, being with my friends, organize events, stuff like that. I used to be quite passionate about the it too, even if everyone around me usually were better at what I did. I've always been an underdog.
- I see... Well, I myself used to be the party hard kind of girl. Even if nobody in particular liked me, I was tomboyish and liked to party to get my mind of my otherwise miserable life. It's kinda surprising what being a tomboy and having an ample chest can get you with boys.
- Uh... Right. Well, I'm not one to judge to be honest. I've had my share of girls, trying to sleep my way through my also miserable life, haha. But I try not to think about it too much. I've found that brooding to much about the past just brings you more pain.
- I guess... You're right. I was meaning to ask you, but who is that girl you are carrying around?
- *Sigh*, Well... She was my first girlfriend. One from a long time ago. From when I was 15, her name is Sophie. She was the first person I encountered here in this hell hole, she was infected in a hasty encounter so I had to snap her neck in the end, before she was going to try and take a bite out of me. That why her head is hanging in such a bizarre way
Without realizing it, tears started running down and dropping on Sophie, grief taking me over for a short duration of our walk. Nails, looking like she realized she stepped on sensitive grounds, just kept on walking besides me, not saying a single word more.
When we arrived at another crossroad, she balled up her fist and stretched it out into my general direction. Sigh, another one of her victories, scissor vs. rock. Once again, she chose left and kept on walking, her body language screaming that she was positive this was the way out. I sure hoped so, because I was hoping that this hell soon was over. But maybe that was wishful thinking.
Hopefully, the zombies are located in one place only and hasn't escaped this... Facility of sort.
I don't know if I could handle a destroyed world outside of this pit.
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