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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Jul 12, 2017 1:29:58 GMT
<< Continuing from Slowly Shutting >> Amidst the crumbling husks of buildings hit by the brunt of the demonic invasion, one squat, decrepit concrete-and-glass tower still (mostly) stood. At first glance, it would seem no different than those around it, other than the letter of condemnation hastily posted to the wall beside the front doors, and the swiftly-scrawled symbols denoting any hazards within the structure itself (asbestos, lead, etc). In fact, few bothered to even give it a once-over, let alone a second glance, as it emitted such a foreboding presence that no sane person would wish to approach it willingly.
Exactly the kind of place one might expect to find It* nestled within.
Inside, the place became a maze; hallways, rooms, and closets connected at seemingly random intervals, and even the bathrooms were impossible to find without a map. And this was before the place had been inhabited by such a loathsome creature. Now, there was little cohesiveness in what appeared where. Hallways and stairwells ended abruptly in blank walls, doors that should have opened to the outside or normal rooms instead revealed further halls. From within, glass became tougher than diamond to break, and walls bled brackish water and blood if punctured. Mad whispers stalked the public areas, tempting and accusing all the same, and rot and decay ran rampant, inviting the rats and roaches to stay.
It* had made It*s earthly domain here, and the structure mirrored It*s twisted, nonsensical nature. And amidst all the chaos, amidst the unthinkably decayed surroundings, a scream rose, echoing through the myriad of hallways and rooms like a cry of the damned...
"waaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHH!! WHO ATE MY FUCKING TWINKIE?!"
The girl clawed through the humming, leaning old-fashioned refrigerator, sending items sailing and crashing across the floor behind her. Furiously she scoured the interior, but her precious, pre-processed baker's confectionery was gone. The dark aura that surrounded her outside was merely wisps of smoke-like trails while she was within, revealing her hideous visage to the world. Or at least, to those that resided with her -- only one of whom had enough of a mind left to be affected at all.
There were others, victims whom had been dragged or lured here, but most were either dead or slowly dying, trudging mindlessly from room to room. One that was unfortunate enough to be nearby was hit square in the bonce with a jar of pickles, crumpling dead where it stood. Another whom had been left with slightly more mental capacity had the sense to stand aside as their lady continued cursing up a fury that would make demons blush.
The girl knew who took her precious pastry, of course. And that knowledge infuriated her. That damned boy was becoming a pox upon her residence that she could not ignore. Despite the kidnapping, she had treated him to the best room in the whole building (the one with actual working plumbing, a real bed, and no visible critters running around), had given him free run of the place (given that he didn't leave), hadn't sucked his mind out through his backside, and THIS was how she was treated in return?!
Worst of all, she needed him alive. If he were dead, even only brain-dead, that would shred It*s whole plan to pieces. But it was oh so tempting She could feEl his NecK in hEr GrAsP rIgHt that sEcoND...
Thank you, oh great space snake from beyond reality and human comprehension.
Thank you oh so bloody much.
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Post by 0 on Jul 12, 2017 1:55:34 GMT
Doppler's ears bled.
It wasn't too uncommon an occurrence --well, at least not here.
His ears didn't bleed back home, after all.
Damn, that ghost had a mouth on it.
Not like him.
Had to admit, though, he actually kinda liked the place, despite, or perhaps because of, all the freaky whispers and the weird zombies that didn't actually want to eat him...for some reason.--(What, were his brains not GOOD ENOUGH?)
It was just the sort of creepy building he'd always dreamed of investigating, which only made it even more of a shame that he didn't have any of his equipment with him.
Oh, and that he had been kidnapped.
Was probably gonna die.
With no evidence left.
Maybe unintentionally drag those other two down with him 'cause the ghost wanted to be a total dickwad, although he doubted they'd have any reason or way to find him -- in fact, they were probably already dead...why was he here, then?
It was fun to explore the twisting hallways, and pretend he was on the adventure he'd always wanted.
Unable to sleep due to his body shaking so bad for absolutely no reason at all, je'd been doing just that for the past...well, it was difficult to tell how much time passed here.
There weren't any windows he could look through, or at least none that showed him anything substantial, besides a few "scary" faces tryin' to jump-scare him.
After being scared by the first one jumping out and mockingly grabbing at his face, he just rolled his eyes at the next dozen smoke-and-mirror spooks.
Honestly, he felt like a pet.
A pet that wasn't being taken care of!
Not like any mutt he knew.
The child had been growing hungry, and after finally managing to stumble his way back into the room he'd been dragged into, he decided he deserved a snack.
He hadn't ate since dinner last...whenever, and there was a perfectly operating fridge just a short walk from the room he was probably supposed to be sleeping in.
So, yeah: he took the twinkie!
WHAT OF IT?
Apparently, his neck was what of it.
Crumbs dropped out of his mouth as he felt something close around his throat, nothing that his fumbling fingers could touch, or his searching eyes could see.
Not that he needed to see or touch to know what was doing it.
...--Ugly BITCH.
"Ggk--fk," he gasped in something of a growl, as his lungs began to empty.
He managed to squeeze out a single sentence: "Jus' get another one, geeze!"
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Jul 15, 2017 0:30:34 GMT
She cringed at the reply. Curse the cosmos -- the girl could hear that ungrateful brat from here, damn the walls of this place.
"You have no idea how much trouble I went through..." she seethed privately, barely able to contain her rage. Bloody child was lucky; if only he weren't necessary...
Slamming the fridge door shut as she whirled around, the female let Doppler go from her psychic grasp and shoved past one of the "servants" as they moved automatically to pick up what was salvageable from the floor. She'd just have to get more -- quite troublesome, what with the authorities stalking about, tightening their grip on the city by the day.
Now that she considered things, most of the food had gone to spoil. It was just feed for the mind-stunted servants, after all; no need to go to length ensuring they were healthy all the time when they could be replaced. The boy, on the other hand--
She growled at the thought, but felt her master's presence, a reminder of greater things to come should the plan-- when It*s plan succeeded. Not that she had to agree, necessarily. She just had to follow It*s orders.
"Fine!" the girl-creature at last conceded, just wanting the brat-child to shut up. "Maybe I'll scrounge up something on my next outing. Maybe." Truth told, she would have to anyway, especially after smashing most of the available food. Mumbling curses, the girl trudged off, violently shoving one of the upright derelicts into the nearest wall to vent some of the irritation she had built up.
It didn't defuse much.
Sometime after midnight the accursed girl returned, dragging a half-filled sack of various items she'd taken from a nearby convenience store (along with a new box of Twinkies), and plopped the pile in the center of her chamber. Taking the box of creme-filled confectioneries, she ripped it open, stuffed one of the packages halfway into her mouth, and deposited the rest atop the fridge, out of view from anyone below who didn't stand on their tippy toes. One audacious rat ran up to sniff the bag, but was swiftly scared off by the girl-creature when she saw what it was doing.
Muttering and growling, she opened the Twinkie package and shoved the pastry into her gob, tossing the wrapper carelessly away. "Hey Whiner Boy," she yelled between chews, "got food here." As an afterthought, several drinks had made their way into the sack, though however delicious they might have been was offset by the fact that the black rains had changed almost all of the water in the region to a dull, dark mess -- which extended to the liquid packaging industry as well. There was running water in his room, but more than likely the stupid child hadn't taken a drink in some time, possibly put off by the environment overall. |
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Post by 0 on Jul 15, 2017 1:12:35 GMT
Doppler grunted as his neck was let go, inhaling and exhaling a few loud breaths as he tried to reorient his lungs.
The boy dug a frustrated fist into the bare concrete underneath him, before pulling himself to his feet, wiping a few tears from his ears.
Dumb ghost.
If only he had a vacuum cleaner....
With a huff, he picked up what remained of the twinkie, stuffed it down his throat, and then fell on the room's bed.
He winced as a cockroach skittered past his face, flicking it off the mattress before he turned himself around to face the wall, pillow over his head.
It was difficult to hear the voice through the pillow.
Slowly, he withdrew the pillow from his face, ears ringing for a moment before the call came into focus.
The boy sat up and swung his legs around, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Somehow the darkness seemed brighter now that he'd slept in it for a few hours.
With a grumble, he shuffled his way out the door, squinting in the sparse lights that pierced the shadows, the brightest seeming to be from a crack in the fridge that he'd so rightfully taken from.
It wasn't hard to miss the squatting form of the skeletal girl, and, seeming to be extra careful, the child began to tiptoe towards the food, muscles tense.
He was hungry and very much thirsty, but not enough to throw caution to the wind; he wasn't sure when, but he was certain at some point the ghost was going to snap his neck.
While she was busy stuffing her face with twinkies, the boy began to reach into the bag, eyes so fixated on the ghost that he didn't even bother to look at what he pulled out, at least not until he managed to take a few steps farther away from the ghost...not that it would really matter in the end; just made him feel better, he supposed.
A bottle of black fluid with an oily sheen to it, and a box of saltine crackers.
Mmm...nutritious AND satisfying.
Sitting down against one of the walls -- glancing up as one of those zombies walked past him, bumping its face into a structural column -- the boy began to pull out some crackers and snack on them, head still swirling from his nap.
As he unscrewed the top of the bottle, cautiously taking a sip of the strange soda (it tasted like grape soda, but with a...hint of something he couldn't identify -- probably poison), he asked the ghost point-blank, "So, how'd you die?"
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Post by Loner。 on Jul 20, 2017 1:16:58 GMT
A large nose kept low to the ground tracked scents which no human could smell. It led him to a door, part of the dilapidated building.
The canine sniffed up and down the battered edges of the apparently unlivable place, following a scent, a human scent.
'something's here' the message was communicated by posturing and the sheer amount of attention the large black canine was giving to the place, not by sounds and words like a human would have used.
A young adult with thick red hair trotted up behind the canine, breathing heavily as she caught up with the animal. "Cloak, don't run off like that. You know I can't keep up." No natural human could run as fast as the athletic wolf-like canine.
The canine wagged his brush-like tail once slowly, eliciting a sharp scoff from his companion, then traced the scent on the entrance once more. 'Besides a smell worse than decaying skunk in summer, there are many scents, including that human boy who I met during our separation, fresh, here now.' he explained with a breathy huff that wasn't really a bark.
"So, this place ought to be abandoned." The human pointed out, with arms crossed over her chest. She shifted her weight to the other leg, and shine the light of a flashlight on the door. There it was, the clear sign of a building that was supposed to get torn down eventually but with the wear that showed the lazy-ass government had done nothing about the place yet.
'that's why I'm worried'
The canine had a point, especially considering those things he had explained to his human about his adventures past the earthquake disaster that while ago. Cloak didn't favor other humans very often. If he was that interested in this situation, it was probably important to him.
Going up to the entrance, the curly haired human, tested the door, seeing if i was possible for her to open. She expected it to be locked.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Jul 22, 2017 0:49:05 GMT
The door, just to buck trends, was not locked. Indeed, it swung open -- with some rather loud protest -- to reveal a dilapidated receiving area. No furniture save the half-moon front desk were present, but it was clearly some sort of lobby room, with a long hallway stretching beyond the feeble lighting off to one side of the room's far end. Florescent lights -- half of them already out -- flickered ominously.
But worst of all would be the smell; a nearly-overpowering sickly-sweet damp odour, somewhat like a stale lake, tainted by faint undercurrents of rotting flesh. Yet aside from mold covering part of the wall on the left, there was little to indicate where such smells would be coming from.
Strangest of all, none of it seemed terribly foreboding. Whether it was a trick of the light or the place really was abandoned, it wasn't possible to tell.
Out of sight to either side of the door, several fiendish scrawlings on the walls glowed faintly before vanishing from sight.
She stopped cold in her tracks, just at the threshold to her living space, slowly turning around to stare at the boy. It took a few moments of musing (and silently mouthing what he had said) before she could respond. And she responded by laughing in his face.
Well, calling it laughter would be overly kind. More a short bark of bemusement, and even that came out sounding rather horrific. "So I'm dead now, am I?" she mocked, ambling over to the sack. "Tell me, when was the last time a DEAD man brought you food? Or kidnapped an overly-chatty child?"
His reactions really did make her giddy, but her reverie was interrupted. The girl's head whipped around, swiveling almost a full one-eighty on her neck, eyes losing focus as though she were straining to hear something. In fact, she was sensing one of her sensor runes being tripped by the front door.
"Hrmph. Wasn't expecting company so soon," she thought out loud, leaving the boy to whatever he wanted to do. Whether or not these were the "guests" she was expecting, they'd have to be dealt with one way or another. Doppler would be fine where he was; the boy couldn't escape anyhow, except by the slimmest of sheer luck clauses. |
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Post by 0 on Jul 22, 2017 15:22:38 GMT
Doppler's cheeks puffed out as the ghost made a noise, making a face as she mocked him.
So, the ghost was in denial, eh?
He wasn't going to get much information out of her that way...perhaps there were more clues around the building?
Regardless, the boy was too hungry and too tired to care at the moment, so he went back to crunching away on the crackers, pretending he hadn't heard the ghost.
At least until she started acting strangely-- well, strangER.
After flipping her head around like an owl, she mumbled something that he didn't quite miss, and then walked off.
The child watched her go, wondering just who was stupid enough to trespass into this crazy mess.
Another ghost hunter, perhaps?
HIS TWO SAVIORS?
...--Nah.
With a mischievous snicker, the boy crawled forward towards the sack that had left behind, grabbing one of the twinkies and stuffing it into his mouth.
Then he began further examination of the contents while he had the chance, looking for something better than what he'd happened to have grabbed.
Oo-- CANDY?
CANDY!
--Just kidding.
Candy sucks.
He grabbed a granola bar, a tiny carton of orange juice, and snick-snacked away, fully expecting the ghost to come back within only a few minutes, dragging some unfortunate rat's body in tow.
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Post by Loner。 on Jul 22, 2017 21:13:23 GMT
The redhead held her nose, as the door no longer blocked the sickly scent. "You're right about the smell." She grunted in agreement. It really did smell like something died and was rotting in here, but there was no obvious source to her.
That wasn't surprising humans tended to be rather dead of nose. The canine surely found this reek both stronger and more informative than she.
The teen shone the light onto the walls around them. The place was rather barren, very barren actually. Black mold stains were on the walls, and this way was rather dirty. "Are you sure someone's here?" The human asked uneasily. It wasn't particularly creepy. Jessie had seen buildings in worse states of disrepair to be honest. It was just empty-looking.
The canine pushed roughly past the human's legs and into the room. Lowering his nose to the floor as he looked for where the boy's scent was strongest. He circled around, gathering what information he could from the bouquet of putrid odors. Even though no human could pick out the direction a scent might be coming from in the thick toxic air, it was far easier for him.
There was no doubt, he could find the source of the scent he sought.
With a short wuff, the canine loped down the hall, his nose near the ground still but his tail held high.
The teenager smiled slightly. That stupid confidence was part of why she loved the dog. Better to not let him get too far. He'd probably wait for her if she really didn't follow, but by now he surely knew that she would be right behind him.
Her strides were steady by the time she'd caught up. The canine was studying an offshoot from the hallway. 'not this way' he noted, able to tell that the trail didn't strengthen in that direction. He continued on a bit until he found a stairwell which actually lead upwards and carried enough of the right scents for the canine to tell it was the right way to go.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Jul 28, 2017 19:52:33 GMT
Using her various runes as her own senses, the girl could already tell that these were not the same that had so rudely assaulted her those nights prior. Some idiot girl and her dog, by the feels of it; the latter, however, might be a problem, as it looked larger than the average mutt. Not much of a problem, however, given that she was in command of this place; the two were dead as soon as they broke into her place of power -- they just didn't know it yet.
But they would learn before long. And by then, it would be far too late...
Already the house was shifting slightly. That stairwell had not been there before; behind the two, the structure was shifting away from the entrance lobby towards more hallways nearly-identical to this one, hidden by the darkness that saturated the whole area. Jessie was unlikely to see the shifts, although if she were sensitive to such things, she might get "a bad feeling" -- but nothing more than that. The dog was an unknown; how it reacted was undefinable by the main resident.
The creature crept through the halls and through various hidey-holes placed throughout the building, tracking the progress of owner and pet (or animal and slave -- she didn't quite know which way the ties of authority ran just yet, given the mutt could be any number of were-creatures by all accounts). But It* did not stay still through all of this. A weave of noise, just within the human's range of hearing would start up; it would be undefinable by the girl, but most certainly menacing, like the low droning of a male chorus or chant, or the groaning rumble of mechanical machinery, with the occasional deeper thump or louder crash or the unexpected chittering.
Starting slow and building up -- that was the way It* had taught her to act. Jump-scares had their place, but overuse was frowned upon. She wanted to drag the girl through the mud, not just put her on edge until she felt nothing at all. That made for a better meal, after all... |
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Post by Loner。 on Jul 29, 2017 17:04:57 GMT
"Hey cloak, smell anyone else here?" The redhead asked. "This place is starting to feel like a really badly done haunted house." Jessie pointed out regarding the not-so-creepy sounds being made around the place.
The canine answered with a flick of his ears once he reached the top of the stairs, which prompted the girl to frown ever so slightly. His news on the matter was a bit worrying, but then she nodded confidently. If cloak said he knew what he was doing, than there was little to fear. She would trust his word on this, staying close, and following his lead.
She shone the flashlight ahead of them, letting the canine choose when to turn and when to climb. He never chose a dead end path, and likewise Jessie trusted him to get them out of this place when the time came to turn back.
Eventually the canine paused. 'He's on this floor.' he explained with a slight indication of his nose. He began tracking in that direction, looking for the hall or room that would let them through.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Jul 30, 2017 23:18:33 GMT
Oh no you don't. The girl had no intention on giving the intruders anything so easily. With a few thoughts, she commanded the building to change. The scent dispersed, running in different directions -- most of which either looped back to that same hallway, or ended abruptly. Additionally, the sounds got worse. Scratching and bumping could be heard behind walls (or within them? it was hard to tell) and the floor below & above with abnormal timing. Distant wailing -- each voice used being unique -- would erupt at irregular intervals, echoing queerly through the tainted halls. And then there were the visions that crept up on Jessie. Shadows that darted just out of view; faces and hands that seemed to appear in the walls and ceiling until she blinked; whispered voices that weren't there -- some possibly familiar to her; the feeling of things crawling upon her skin. It would feel like the entire building was turning upon the pair, that they had walked into somewhere that did not welcome them. There was one very faint trail that didn't lead to a loop or a corner. However, it twisted and wound confusingly, sometimes seemingly in on itself, leaving little hope of the duo ever finding their way back that way. It too would end in a staircase apparently leading in several directions at once, with nothing between them but darkness; it seemed like more than a few physical laws were being buggered simultaneously with the Escher-esque stairways. Things (for lack of a better term) moved effortlessly between the spaces, though trying to determine what they were was impossible, and likely not wise. All of them could be traversed -- but only one carried Doppler's scent. And it lead, impossibly, straight upwards. Loner。
Back in Doppler's space, one of the semi-intelligent husks began picking through the bag, handing items to another one for them to put away. It turned to the boy, glancing at him with a dead-pan expression that seemed to 'ask' if he wanted anything else. It would only react to an answer or command; questions would be met with continued silence. Another of the semi-intelligent ones dragged the now-limp form of the unfortunate husk from the room, leaving out through a door that had previously remained shut until now. It soon returned, covered in blood, the sounds of wet meat being chewed on diminishing as the door shut. Something in there thumped around loudly, and crimson fluids slowly pooled out from under the door before disappearing down a grate on the other side. 0 |
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Post by 0 on Jul 31, 2017 0:31:01 GMT
He could hear the walls creaking.
Hear the meecies squeaking.
The child squinted at the sound of distant wailing, and shook his half-eaten granola bar at the walls.
"Keep it down out there!" he called.
What, was the ghost trying to put on a show for the stray rats?
He may be a seeker of the underworld, but he was beginning to wonder whether he'd ever understand it.
Crunching on the granola with much aplomb, he found himself met by the eyes of one of those zombies.
"Gah!" he gasped, falling backwards as he threw the granola at the thing.
He sat up swiftly, eyes narrowing when he saw what it was doing.
Taking from HIS bag and giving it to its pal!
"What do you think you're doing!" the boy snapped, rolling onto his knees as he tried to slap away the zombie.
Wait...if the zombie took everything...the ghost was probably going to think HE did it -- that HE took ALL OF THE TWINKIES!
With a growl, he told the zombie, "Shoo!
Shoo!" and would watch it skedaddle away with its buddy with a grumble of "Yeah, you better run...."
As he finished off his carton of orange juice, he took a moment to glance around the room, just to make sure no other zombies were thinkin' of makin' a move on the bag.
That was when he noticed one of them dragging another, limper zombie across the room.
Was that the one that had been smashing its face into a column not long ago?
He eyed the trail of blood as it disappeared through a doorway -- wait, wait, wait...had he been through that door yet?
A brow raised as the zombie returned, much bloodier than before, and the sound of something like a wet fish slapping around slurped out through the open door-- which was now being shut.
The child hopped to his feet, hearing something thumping loudly around, blood pooling out as it drained into a grate on the floor that he hadn't quite noticed before --or, at least, hadn't managed to figure out the purpose was (perhaps the whole room had been one big fancy shower place).
A grin spread across the boy's face as he wiped the orange juice from his lips.
All riiight, something more interesting!
Tiptoeing around the blood, he reached over and rapped three times on the door.
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Post by Loner。 on Aug 1, 2017 17:44:03 GMT
The canine paced slowly, examining every change which had come. A low growl rose in his throat. This place was full of lies. He was still confident he could find the right way to go.
The girl stayed close to the canine still, her fingers intertwined with his fur. With her free hand, she put in her earbuds to block out the noises while holding her flashlight under her arm. The earbuds had sound cancelling properties. She didn't have to worry about not hearing cloak. The bulk of his speech was built on actions not sounds, and she trusted him to warn her if there was anything she ought to hear. Then she clicked a small button on her watch. A small dim light on the side flashed green for a moment, then dimmed.
That simple action logged her current location, heart rate, blood pressure, breathing and more to a computer system several miles away. Whatever happened to her, there would be a record now. It would log changes periodically and if something really happened, the Enforcers would know instantly.
Cloak's ears swiveled around tracking sounds for ones that sounded more real, and had multiple forms of sensory evidence to back them.
There was a knocking that sounded more normal that cloak could pick up on. It wasn't like the thumps and bumps around them either it was three steady knocks. It wasn't following the steps straight up it was through a door nearby. He sniffed it, then listened, then let out a loud Bark.
Now cloak never actually barked, nor even howled unless he wanted to be heard, and since he had no need to bark for jessie, he was trying to catch someone else's attention.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Aug 21, 2017 9:33:56 GMT
Doppler would never hear that mutt's bark. Reality -- and space-time as well -- was a loose concept in this place, and the girl had complete control over it all. It was dubious whether her signal would get out at all; it was also easy enough to twist what one heard and when and where on a whim. That didn't mean that the mutt's barking wouldn't be heard by something, however. With a sound like splitting flesh, a vertical slit formed on the door; then, it opened wider and wider, revealing an eye larger than the frame could hold, with an impossible fractal geometry to it, multiple irises, among other things. A deep bass noise emanated from behind the "door", and the walls surrounding it rippled slightly in the vibration. Something truly enormous shifted beyond the walls, sounding like sandpaper scrapping against itself only magnified a hundred times over. The eye began to morph, altering itself into some thing akin to a hand on a limb made of mouths and eyeballs, reaching out to grab the two. Loner。
The sentient husk ignored the hurled granola, but obeyed when dismissed, slowly stepping back in a manner that suggested it wasn't quite so mindless as the living dead. The rest also stepped back, allowing him access to the sack. Approaching the door, a whiff of the scent around the gate revealed more than the metallic smell of blood; it stank of rot and spoiled meat. The squelching sounds stopped as soon as Doppler knocked. For a short while, nothing happened, then there was an ear-splitting squeal, an unearthly cross between a bleating goat and someone raking nails on a chalkboard. Something heavy hit the door, another short bark of that horrible noise, and then it hit again. Thankfully the barrier held, and looking at the portal it appeared to be a sturdy steel door. But upon the third strike a small dent appeared, the sound of rending metal unmistakable through the gateway. The smarter "zombies" ignored the noises, returning to the sack and continuing to place the more easily-spoiled food into the refrigerator. The dismissed one sidled up behind Doppler, placing a hand upon his shoulder and stated in a monotone voice "Please do not disturb the beast. It is always hungry."
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Post by 0 on Aug 21, 2017 14:50:19 GMT
Doppler squinted as he waited.
The weird noises had stopped.
In the silence, he felt like barfing, but that was nothing new; the surrounding stench seemed merely worse near the door, which he probably should have expected -- a fresh corpse HAD just been dragged into it, and it WAS running with new blood now.
Then his ears started bleeding, not for the first time that night.
He winced at the piggly-wiggly squeal that split the air, and jumped back when the first bang arose, one of his shoes slipping into the trickles of blood.
"Crud...," he grumbled, thankful that he was wearing rain boots.
He KNEW they would come in handy one day.
Never go ghost huntin' without yer galoshes!
He flinched at the second bang, looking up and glaring at the third, arms crossing.
His eyes flickered towards a bump that pushed out in the metal door, and a bead of sweat ran down his neck.
Shush-- it was just another spooky illusion.
And even if it WAS a monster...probably just ignore him like the rest.
Doppler froze when something touched his shoulder, catching the oddly monotone voice in his ear.
He whirled around, arms shooting out to push the offending touch away, and would once more be glad for his chosen attire-- the gloves on his hand.
...Unfortunately the fingers were without protection, and, realizing what he'd just hit, he'd stare at them for a moment like they weren't even his own.
He just touched a zombie.
WAS HE GOING TO BECOME A ZOMBIE NOW TOO?
His gaze flashed towards the talking zombie.
"Don't tell me what to do," he huffed, before he noticed that the other zombies were rustling around in the bag.
His muscles twitched in the seconds before realizing that they were shoving stuff into the fridge.
Ah, all right, then.
That wasn't so bad...at least they weren't eating the twinkies.
If he was going to get into trouble, it was going to be on HIS terms, and not by some dumb zombie.
Shooting the apparent "smart" zombie a last glare, he hopped over to the bag of goodies, his one boot leaving a bloody footprint for a few steps, and waved away the other zombies to pull out a few more drinks and snacks of his own.
What was taking the ghost so long?
How hard was it to kill a rat!
If it really was so unable to accomplish such a simple task...well, he supposed that explained why he was still alive.
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