Todd Wants Key's Face

Key: *lets her arms drop, panting from the effort. she wipes some blood off her face with the back of her sleeves, then trudges around and looks for her knife. probably still stuck in some zombie's head...*

Harry: That was interesting. It was also a huge waste of our time. The longer we stay out here, the more likely one of us will get killed.

Todd: *he pulls off his hood in order to wipe off some sweat, revealing his greyish-white hair - most likely ruined from infection* Well, it's not like we could exactly HELP getting ambushed by a bunch of zombies, now could we?

Key: !!! *backs out of the puddle of acid... right into the path of the jockey. she sees it coming at her out of the corner of her eye and whirls around, firing two shots. both miss* !!

Jockey: *he uses the opportunity to latch onto Key like a lock, and steer her near the puddle of acid*

Harry: frack. *shoots at the Jockey*

Spitter: *still hides behind the tree*

Todd: *notices a group of zombies running in their direction, making the situation ten times worse* shoot.

Me: yes, it can get this chaotic in-game. XD

Me: so i hear. XD

Key: n-no! *tries staggering in the other direction to throw the jockey off balance, while at the same time attempts to reach her knife in her bag*

Jockey: *Key had managed to barely dodge the puddle of acid by jerking into the other direction, though the Jockey still fought angrily (or happily) against her, trying to do damage whilst clawing at her face*

Harry: *continues shooting at the Jockey* Die, damn you! D8<

Todd: Harry, we've got a problem! D8

Harry: *can hear the incoming horde* FFFFFFF...! *he finally manages to shoot the Jockey off*

Jockey: *the body falls into the acid*

Zombies: *SWARM AROUND THEM*

Key: *staggers from the sudden loss of the extra weight. she hisses and runs her hand across her face under her hood, and when she pulls it away, it is covered in blood. she pulls out her knife and throws it at an oncoming Infected, hitting it square in the forehead. a lucky shot, since she could barely see at the moment*

Me: no, she's not blind. XD

Me: well yes, I would assume that the blood did that, not any supposed loss of eyes. XD

More: *Come (cue horde drumming music, lol)*

Harry: *has no time to switch his shotgun out, so instead, is forced to waste rounds on the horde, as opposed to a larger threat, like a tank*

Todd: *claws at the infected, finding it surprisingly effective. His clawing was strong and sharp enough to slash open the neck of an infected*

Key: *is unable to retrieve her knife in the frantic battle, and is reduced to firing on the crowd, a few shots missing due to her slightly impaired vision. she constantly has to wipe blood out of her eyes* nrrgh...

Me: i thought Harry had unlimited ammo. o.o;

Me: lol, I totally forgot about that. DERP I FAIL.

Harry: *focuses on firing at the horde, almost like a member of a firing squad in an execution. In a sick sense, he had grown to even enjoy it*

Todd: *shouts over to Key* Hey, are you ok?!

Zombies: *rush*

Key: *nods, shoots an infected, then realizes that he probably didn't see the movement, so she calls back* I'm fine! *BANG down went a zombie*

Todd: *give a shout in response* Well, okay! Just checking! *he slashes at another zombie*

*eventually the numbers die to a few stragglers, who quickly fall as well. Eventually the Spitter comes out, charging at them kamikaze-style, gurgling and screeching all the way*

Harry: *shoots her down before she can even reach them, all of her acid leaking out of her corpse*

Key: Todd. SHUSH! they'll find us faster...!

Todd: **quietly whimpers*

Harry: *quietly to Key* Spitters can't take more than one bullet, so if we get her first, the Jockey will be rendered useless.

Key: *nodnod* ....

Spitter: *from behind a tree, she came out, and spat her acid*

Harry: shoot! Get out! Get out of the goo! *immediately moves away form the acid, and shoots at the Spitter*

Spitter: *ducks back behind the tree*

Jockey: *comes leaping out*

Todd: D8 !

Key: *blatantly ignores Todd, her fear of him now reinstated, and follows Harry, keeping her gun ready.*

Todd: Hey... D:> *follows after them*

Harry: We're nearing the end of this city, it seems. I think we're heading into the national park, but that's still going North, so we're fine.

Key: *glances around. she recognizes this place. she used to come here to draw before... all this happened.* ....

*On they walked through the campgrounds of the desolate National Park*

*the sound of a dying cat fills the air*

Harry: It's a spitter. Watch out for the acid.

*followed by laughing*

Todd: NO. NO. NO. NO.

Key: ....bad. very very bad.... we should try to avoid them...

Me: oic wat u did thar...

Me: lololol

Harry: Avoid them? They'll probably find us before we find THEM.

Todd: NO. NONONONO.

Key: *snappily* I don't need an information bar, Harry! *shoots at the Jockey and hits the thing in the shoulder and head multiple times*

Harry: *snorts at Key's comment*

Jockey: *after a couple of shots, it falls of with a soft "thump", lifeless*

Todd: *stumbles away from the body, clearly shaken* well now... that... that was something completely out of left field, wasn't it?

Harry: Sshh. C'mon, we need to keep moving.

Key: *grabs Todd by the wrist and drags him after Harry. she wants OUT. NOW*

*finally, the clearing is visible, coming in almost a heavenly direction, upwards, up some stone steps*

Harry: Good. We're finally getting out of here.

Todd: How can you tell?

Harry: The light.

Todd: What light?

Harry: ...?

*they ascend the stairs, and are now on the other side of the city*

Key: *releases Todd and breathes a massive sigh of relief* thank god.... *looks around* .... we got pretty far. where's the safehouse?

Harry: Not sure. If we poke around enough, we're bound to find clues, like the one symbol being spray painted everywhere - the house with the cross in it.

Todd: *he looks around the desolate city, distracted by the bodies, and destruction* ... holy shoot...

Key: *quirks an eyebrow at Todd, though her hood prevents this from being seen* he... doesn't know?

Harry: He was turned earlier in the epidemic... like, a half-a-week in. We were told to stay in our apartments, completely boarded up. Our power was shut down, so nothing like the news was telling us what was happening, and Todd always stayed on the roofs when doing parkour. But I saw what happened. When he got infected.

Todd: I slipped, or something... I think...

Harry: You were pushed, Todd. A zombie was there, saw you, and sprinted at you as fast as it could. Then when you fell, it went after you and bit you.

Todd: ... oh...

Harry: Then you slowly got more and more sick... and paranoid... and... you... *his voice gets kind of quiet* you threatened to kill me...

Todd: I don't remember that...

Harry: No, you wouldn't. It was the disease, not you. *half changing the subject, half actually interested in what he sees right now* Oh! Oh look! A sign pointing the the safehouse!

Key: *intent on ending this conversation, she grabs Todd's wrist again and drags him in the direction of the sign, keeping her gun out just in case another Infected decided to jump her*

*they finally find the safehouse, salvation for the night*

Harry: *opens up the door, and lets everyone in before barring it with a cold "ka-chunk"* Alright. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, Todd. A lot.

Todd: Hell yeah.

Harry: This safehouse appears to have a bathroom. I need you to go in there, and look in the mirror.

Todd: ... uh... ok? *he wanders off into the bathroom*

Harry: *quietly to Key* ... I don't know how well he's gonna take this...

Key: ... *nods silently, then takes a step back* you explain, then. i think he'll take it better if you tell him. i'll go look around. *carefully sets her bag down, grabs her knife in addition to the gun, and gets exploring.*

Me: Exploring the three-room safehouse? XD

*the only other room besides the bathroom, and the entrance-like nameless room is a bedroom with a rotting carcass in the bed, laying in the darkness*

Graffiti: *above the bed (and corpse) it reads "Fred Hilligans, 1946-2012"

meanwhile

Todd: *comes out of the bathroom with a look of terror* I... I'm missing my eyes... and I'm COVERED in blood...

Harry: You tore out your own eyes, Todd. You're covered in blood because of what you did as a zombie.

Todd: Oh god... oh god...

Me: she wanted to stay out of the conversation. how was she supposed to know there was a corpse there? XD

Key: *draws a sharp breath in surprise, but refuses to cry out. instead, she mutters a string of curses as she looks away, damning whatever idiot left a corpse in a safehouse. after debating whether she should stay there or return to the conversation, she chose the lesser of two evils and shut the door, heading back to the main room, but staying as close to the walls as possible to avoid having attention called towards her*

Me: Well, GOSH, MISH, this roleplay is based off a horror/survival game! XD

Todd: ... how can I see?

Harry: I don't know. Maybe echolocation, or something.

Todd: ... maybe that's why everything's so loud...

Harry: ...

Todd: *nervously laughs to himself* Heheh... heh... I look like my grandpa, now...

Harry: Todd, your grandpa's dead.

Todd: Exactly. What color is my skin? I can only see in shades of yellow.

Harry: Eh... greyish-blue.

Todd: Ho-shoot. I'm a human, and I look like a walked off the set of a horror film.

Key: *stays next to the wall and tries to be as inconspicuous as possible, and sits next to her bag, sticking the gun into it but keeping her knife out.* ...

Todd: There's no point in moping around now, is there? I guess I gotta just take this in stride, y'know? There's nothing to fix this. Not now, at least.

Harry: That's good to hear. You can take this much better than I can, definitely.

Todd: Yeah, well, that's why I'm better than you. :P

Harry: *chuckles halfheartedly*

Key: *starts tossing her knife up and down. she, however, misjudges a spin and it cuts one of her fingers when she tries to catch it, causing her to hiss loudly. the knife claters loudly to the floor* shoot. *sticks her finger in her mouth as it starts bleeding and keeps her eyes down, realizing that they probably niticed the noise*

Harry: *twitches at the noise* Had a nice tour of the safehouse?

Todd: *the sound was louder for Todd, almost like a gunshot, and it startles him* OH HI, PERSON! O_O

Key: ...there's a corpse in that room. *points in that direction with her not-bleeding hand* it's been there a while. don't go in there.

Harry: Who the hell puts a CORPSE in the safehouse? D:<

Todd: I have an idea. What if the person was alive before, and, say, they died in the morning or something, and since the other person, or people, or whoever couldn't just go outside and bury the person, they decided to just leave him or her in here?

Key: ...i had the same thought as Harry.... *picks up the knife again, and keeps it in her free hand, putting her injured finger back in her mouth*

Me: you mean Todd? XD

Harry: Peh. The smell it leaves behind is sickening, though. And the corpse could have been a shot down infectee, which could have infected OTHER people. Honestly, these people have no common sense.

Todd: Oh shoosh. We'll be out of here by tomorrow anyway.

Me: no, harry. :P

Key: ......

*And so, though there was a corpse in the safehouse, they all slept as best as they could, except for Todd, who found his newfound insomnia strange*

THE NEXT MORNING

Harry: *puts his gasmask on, and grabs his gunbag* Alright. We're heading out.

Todd: Alrighty. Hopefully we won't run into any more of those creepy laughing things, right?

Harry: Who knows. Maybe one's right outside the door. Waiting to sneak up on you.

Todd: D8 Not cool, dude.

Key: *takes her gun out of her bag, careful not to disturb the vial of the cure. she readjusts her hoodie so it fully hides the top of her face again, then follows Harry out of the safehouse*

A Few Infected: *notice them come out of the safehouse and come sprinting at the trio*

Harry: *punches one away, then shoots it square in the chest*

Zombie: *falls down and dies with a grunt*

Another: *goes after Key*

Todd: *doesn't know what to do in order to help* um...

Key: *shoots the infected once in the head, then again in the chest*

Infected: *staggers back, then falls over*

Final Zombie: *goes after Todd*

Todd: Oh shi - hey, I'm a lover, not a fighter! D:

Zombie: *screaming, it beats on Todd*

Todd: Ow. Ow. Ow.

Harry: Oh for the love of - hit it BACK, Todd!

Todd: eehh... *is beaten again*

Harry: |8C

Zombie: *finally beats on Todd one last time before...*

Todd: *some kind of zombie survival instinct kicks in, and with a screech, he pounces on the zombie, and disembowels it*

Harry: D8 ...

Todd: *gets up, new blood now spattered on his hoodie and pants. He shakes himself off* Wow, that was THE weirdest shoot.

Harry: You can still do that? Except to zombies, not people?

Todd: I was doing that crap before?

Key: *one would see a HOLY shoot expression on her face if it wasn't for the hoodie. she had NOT expected that.* o.o;

Todd: *turns to Key* Hey, y'know, I still don't even know who you are.

Harry: We need to keep moving.

Key: heh...no kidding....

Harry: ... *goes back to his original subject* ... but if there was a cure... those people who were once zombies... how badly would they be affected? What if they were stuck with those deformities for the rest of their lives? And what about the brain damage? Would a cure really even be worth it?

Key: i don't know.... it could at least cure the carriers...

Harry: But they'd have to do it at the end, so the carriers don't infect anyone else. What I'm scared about is that, if there was a cure, Todd might come back wrong.

Key: *thinks about that for a while. she thinks he's right, that people who come back won't be all there... if the disease has affected their brain enough, then what's the point?*

Harry: *with that thought now in his mind, Harry looked down at his gun with anguish, though this was hidden with the help of his gas mask*

Key: *was still very apprehensive of that gun. she feared that if she even so much as coughed, he would shoot her. she resolved to stay completely quiet* ...

*after another hour*

Harry: ... y'know what? I think you might be immune. *he gets up, and places the gun back into the gun bag* Lucky, lucky. It's your lucky day.

Key: *allows herself to sigh in relief. Now that she knows he won't kill her in her sleep, she rests her head back against the wall with a thump, and tries to sleep*

Harry: *now satisfied with the reveal of Key's immunity, he allows himself to rest as well*

*DIE NACHSTE MORGEN*

Key: *is the first one to wake up. noticing this, she quietly stands up, stretches, and decides to snoop around the store to see if she can find something edible left*

*What's left of the place seems to be a few cheap frozen dinners, cans of baked beans, and military rations*

Harry: *still asleep*

Me: amazing how they were able to sleep on the ground so well. XD

Me: sometimes the floor is more comfortable than anything else. I was sore for two days after sleeping on a bad futon, and i have never had any problems after sleeping on the floor. XD

Key: *huffs. she'd take the tiny energy bar from the previous morning over any of this stuff.... she grabs a can of the baked beans, and dusts it off. after deeming it edible, she grabs another and returns to where they were sleeping. sitting back down on the ground, she grabs her knife, cleans the blade as best as she can with her t-shirt under her hoodie, and cuts the top of the can open*

Harry: *When the can was broken into, the strong smell of beans stirred him* Nrf... found something?

Key: *nods* 'morning. * waves the can around* baked beans. want some?

Harry: Might as well. We might not find anything in the next safehouse. *gets up stiffly, and moves over to where Key was*

Key: *hands him the can she already opened, and proceeds to cut open the other one* use the top to scoop it out. don't cut yourself.

Harry: *grunts* I'll try not to. *is forced to use his fingers to scoop the messy beans up. He is not a fan of beans, but chokes them down*

Key: *it isn't the first time she's had to eat beans cold, so she's somewhat used to them. she still doesn't enjoy them very much though* where are we headed?

Harry: North, to the Safe Zone is our final destination. For now, we're heading to the next safehouse.

*on the wall behind Harry, there is some graffiti in big red letters*

Graffiti: NOT A FLU

Key: *notices the message on the wall, and is somewhat unnerved. she finds herself unconsciously staring at it* ....

Harry: *notices Key staring, and looks behind him, noticing the message as well* Ah. The sooner out of this safehouse, the better.

Key: *nods hastily, and finishes up her beans quickly. she puts the can on one of the shelves out of habit, and grabs her bag, swinging it over her shoulder.*

Harry: *puts on his gas mask, and gets his gun bag. He then lifts the steel bar from the safehouse door, and exits into the chaotic world before them*

Me: just figured out a good plot for a certain "cure." Shall we try it? :D

Me: sure, go ahead. you know more about this than i do~ XD

Key: *follows him out, and closes the door behind her. She shivers a bit. it's a little colder this morning.*

Harry: *he unties Todd* Alright. And we're off. *he motions for Key to follow, and heads off*

*there is a bit of walking. No problems so far. They get to a section, entirely blocked off, except for a small opening leading to the shut down subway*

Harry: ... We'll have to walk through the subway.

Key: .....bad idea. *now that she was outside, she reverted to her instinctual-silent-defense-mode.* very bad idea.

Harry: *snorts* It's our only way through, it looks like. Not my fault if you don't like tunnels.

Todd: *growls*

Key: ....! *remembers something, and pulls out her handgun* ...ammo?

Me: regarding my comment in the other thread, i wonder how many people would (ew) ship these two if this was official. XD lol this reminds me of mikkiclipse. XDDDDD

Me: No, Harry's too greasy and ANTI-PERSON to get shipped with anything, except maybe a stick. Unfortunately, he isn't that far away from Key's age, so if there are people like that out there, then... ew.

Harry: I've got some, hang on. *searches through one of the brown pouches around his waist, and gives some ammo to Key*

Todd: snrf.

Key: *mumbles a thank you, and loads her gun with an audible 'chluchk'* let's go. *starts picking her way down the tunnel entrance*

Harry: *goes down there as well*

*the twisted murmurs and groans of various infected echo throughout the tunnels, causing Harry of all people to shiver a bit*

Todd: *is being dragged*

Key: *is probably even more relictant than Todd at the moment, but knows she has no choice. she resolves to follow Harry, but she wasn't going to lead. not at all, no, nuh-uh.* ...

Me: lol forgot to reply to you. will he STAY anti-person though? if they end up causing each other to open up, people can use that as shipping material XD i've seen it done before.

Me: Unfortunately, he's gonna HAVE to open up. Probably when Todd returns from the hole that is zombie-ness. If I keep him as a jerk, that'll get old.

*there is a gurgling and burping array of noises coming from farther up*

Harry: *cannot see what's causing the noises, as he fears turning on his flashlight THAT HE HAPPENS TO HAVE, for the infected are attracted to light. That doesn't mean he doesn't already know what it is, however* There's a Boomer up ahead of us. Not a good idea to go running into it. *readies his shotgun*

Todd: *snorts*

Key: ... *levels her gun at the sound, waiting for it to become visible. her hands are shaking slightly. closed space+special infected=ohpleasegodgetmeoutofherealive* ...

Me: Key's gonna have to too (not that that's a bad thing). I think Todd's gonna end up being the common ground between these two. also, Mish has flashing red battery. D: gotta go for tonight.

Boomer: *reveals itself, and tries to vomit on them* BW -

Harry: *SHOOTS AT IT AH!!*

Boomer: *asplodes*

Harry: That was easy. Let's hope there's nothing more dangerous than that.

Todd: ...

Me: BAWWWWWW D:

Key: !!!!!! *was seriously startled by the noise.* ..... *draws a shuddering breath*

Me: Key's huge weakness: claustrophobia.

Harry: Problem solved. *looks back at Key, a half-heartedness in his voice* You ok?

Todd: ssss...

Key: *looks up suddenly, and then, seeing it's only him, nods shakily* ....small places... can't stand it.

Harry: We'll be out soon. You can be sure of that. *something catches his eye* Hm? Hey, look.

*up ahead, to their left, is the maintainence room, in which a crack of light shone from underneath*

Harry: What if there's someone there?

Todd: *sniffs*

Key: d-dunno.... c-can we make this quick? *really wants to get out of there*

Harry: Yeah, sure. *tries opening the door* Whah... It's jammed.

Voice from the other side: HOLY shoot! HOLY shoot, SOMEONE'S TRYING TO GET IN!

Other voice: Is it a zombie?

Voice 1: No, no it can't be! Whoever's out there tried to use the handle!

Voice 2: Holy crap, let the person in! He or she or WHOEVER might have guns!

Harry: ...?

*there are loud noises from the other side of the door. Suddenly, the door flies open, and a disheveled man wearing spectacles stands at the side of the door, ushering them in*

Glasses Man: *in a fast, panicked whisper* C'mon! C'mon! Get inside before the zombies do!

*a woman in a lab coat stands behind him*

Science Woman: THEY HAVE A HUNTER WITH THEM!

Harry: *tenses up*

Glasses Mna: No, no, look! It's on a leash! This is exactly what we need!

Harry: *relaxes, but only a bit*

Todd: *snarls at the two new people*

Key: *remains silent, attempting not to freak out at the even SMALLER unfamiliar place. she's not exactly trusting of these scientists, but then again, she's not exactly trusting of anyone anymore. she keeps a hand on the knife in her bag, just in case she needs it*

*they step inside*

Glasses Man: *shuts and bars the door* Ok. Ok, you guys have to believe us - we need you. We really, really need you. You have guns, and you, guy, you have ARMOR for pete's sake!

Harry: *deadpan* you're going to mug us.

Labcoat Woman: No no no no no! Nothing like that! W-we worked for CEDA -

Harry: *suddenly goes into a flying rage* CEDA?? CEDA, AS IN THE GOVERMENT GROUP THAT ABANDONED ALL OF US?? THAT CEDA??

Glasses Man: We didn't abandon you! The infection became too out of control in our labs! It killed nearly everyone!

Labcoat Woman: But we're immune. We locked ourselves in here, and... and...

Harry: >8C

Glasses Man: We have a cure. It... it hasn't been tested yet, but... well we COULDN'T test it...

Harry: Bullshoot. There's no way in hell a cure for the Green Flu is possible.

Labcoat Woman: We never had an opportunity to try - our research was destroyed back in the lab. We were forced to take whatever we could, and start from scratch.

Todd: *is silently being held back by Harry*

Key: *sees the small inkling of hope* H-Harry.... maybe... they have something. *her gaze drifts down to Todd*

Me: heh. tom has common sense. go look at the tail-between-legs status on FB.

Me: Reading as I type. XD

Harry: *in denial, after living for two weeks with his infected friend. He seems to have lost all hope* No. There's no way in hell these guys can cure Todd. That's just impossible.

Todd: *still being held back*

Glasses Man: Can we at least try? You have him restrained, yeah? Then he won't be a threat to us. The worst-case scenario is that your Hunter won't be cured. Then we will simply keep trying.

Harry: ...

Labcoat Woman: What do you have to lose?

Harry: ... ffff... fffine.

Glasses Man: *a glimmer f hope shimmers in his eyes* Oh! Oh, thank you! Thank you!

Labcoat Lady: *runs off, grabs a vaccine, and comes back, "unsheathing" it* Hold him still.

Harry: ... *does so. Even though he can't hear Harry, the armored survivor whispers something in the infected's ear*

Todd: *struggles* D8< !!

Key: !!! *is now VERY uncomfortable in the small room with the now-agitated infected. she's tempted to just eave, but she knows there are worse terrors outside* D:> ....

Me: sooooo?

Me: Pfff, Tom. I still don't trust him, honestly. He's a troll, and trolling is what trolls do best. TEE-AYE-OH-DOUBLE ELL, that spells TROLL!

Harry: *keeps holding Todd, who grows more furious*

Labcoat Lady: *like an eppy pen, she drives the needle into Todd's leg*

Todd: *His struggling became like a hill. It rose, and he screamed angrily at everyone, then suddenly it died down until it finally vanished, and then? Then he only stared, silent*

Harry: *his hopes are rising* Todd?

Todd: *shakes himself awake, and puts a hand over his hooded head* ... holy god DAMN do I feel uncomfortable...

Harry: *is rendered completely speechless* o_o

Glasses Man: Oh... oh my god...

Labcoat Lady: *contains (barely) a fit of joy* i-it-IT WORKED! I can't believe it actually WORKED!!

Todd: What worked? What? ._. ... hey, um, whoever's being a human straight-jacket, can you stop digging your fingers into me?

Harry: *still completely speechless, but he now relaxes* ...

Key: *her jaw drops in complete and utter shock. that inkling of hope had been so small, she half-believed it wasn't going to happen, but seeing Todd there, alive and coherent, left her completely without words*

Todd: Ok, could SOMEONE freaking SAY something normal, because HOLY CRAP! You guys are creeping me out! DB

Harry: *sounds choked up* ... Todd...

Todd: *turns his head to look at Harry's mask* are you who I think you are?

Harry: y... yeah.

Todd: Oh my god. I'm being suffocated by Santa Clause. This is the best day of my life.

Harry: ... um...

Todd: Naw, I'm just messing with you, Harry. :D

Harry: Oh my GOD!

Glasses Man: Hey. Hey, uh, guys?

Both: ._. ?

Glasses Man: That Hunter is living proof that this cure works. We have only one other copy. *Hands it to Key* Here. Take it to the Safe Zone. There are scientists there that can copy the formula, I'm sure.

Key: !! *stares at the object in her hand. her only thought is "holy shoot, i'm holding the salvation of the world. i... better not drop it." she puts it in a padded pocket in her bag*

Todd: Hey Harry?

Harry: y... yeah?

Todd: Why is the lighting in this room yellow?

Harry: What?

Todd: The lighting in this room. That's the only way everyone's all got this yellow tint on them.

Harry: Oh... that must be how the... uh... how the infected see... things... but... but wait. How CAN you see anything?

Todd: What do you mean?

Harry: ... nevermind. I'll just have to show you in the next safehouse...

Glasses Man: I guess that means you're leaving? Well then, remember to not let anything happen to that cure. Not ANYTHING. You understand?

Labcoat Woman: I think they understand.

Harry: Yeah. Yeah, we do.

Key: *nods also. she will protect that vial with her life.* ....can we go?

Me: and somehow, the site isn't blocked at school. XD

Harry: Yeah, yeah let's go. Come on, Todd. It'll be important that you stay with us.

Todd: Psh - like a was gonna LEAVE. :P

*they exit the maintenance room, and enter back into the subway*

Todd: So who's the extra?

Harry: Ssshh. You'll find out at the safehouse.

Todd: Why're we being quiet?

Harry: SSSHHHH.

Todd: Mrf. >:I

Key: *glances around, listening for any Infected noises* ...don't talk. the Infected are still around... *takes her gun back out* .....

Harry: *silently readies his shotgun*

Todd: *is very confused, but decides keep his mouth shut for now*

*the moans continue, but soon there is light up ahead. Light, and a maniacal laughing*

Harry: ... *points his shotgun completely in front of him*

Todd: *is a little nervous* wha... what's that...?

Harry: ssshhh!

Key: *knows what it is as soon as she hears it, and quickly points her gun towards the light. the holds a finger over her mouth at Todd, basically just enforcing the fact that he should stfu at the moment*

Jockey: *comes sprinted out from a corner, and immediately lands on Todd, clawing at his face* NYRRR-HEHEH-HAHAHAHAAHHH!!

Todd: OMIGODGETITOFF!! GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!! *is pulled away from them, and slammed into a dead subway train* OW.

Jockey: *continues laughing*

Harry: Holy - shoot it! *tries shooting at the Jockey, who then turns himself in such a way that he was using Todd as a human shield* frack... I can't use a shotgun at that thing now, the impact will spread, and hurt Todd! Key, use your pistol!

Me: *reads. grin widens* Key's gonna do something stupid soon. >:3

Key: *does as ordered, and runs like hell, sometimes running backwards to get a few shots in. there has to be some way of killing this thing...!*

Me: Ooo. I will be glad to let the Tank exploit that, and use it to his advantage.

Tank: HUURROOORRHHH!! *keeps up*

Harry: shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot! *running and shooting*

Todd: *scampering for dear life* D8

Me: oh no, stupid yet awesome. one of the tactics on teh list. :3 though this'll probably be how Harry figures out she's immune.

Key: *RUNNING AND SHOOTING!* *thinking-if ony we had a distraction!* ...!! *looks over at harry and shouts* HEY! *tosses her shotgun at him and pulls out her handgun and knife* Keep shooting! *skids to a stop then runs towards the tank*

Me: she's gonna try the dodge-punch and end up behind it thing.

Me: Oh, I SEEEEEE XD. Vonderfulness!

Harry: *nearly drops the shotgun, mirroring the girl earlier that morning, he then watched her run for an attempted suicide* Whuh - WAIT! STOP! *at the same time, he desperately continues firing at the Tank*

Todd: *stays with Harry*

Tank: GGUUUOOOLLLRRRGH!! *rockets a swollen fist at his target*

Key: *suddenly jumps off to the side, narrowly avoiding the fist, and ends up behind the Tank. she cheers in her mind, and shoots the beast in the back of the head repeatedly, drawing its attention to her* Over here, fatass! *bang bang bang*

Me: she needs to get hit somehow. something that WOULD teansfer the disease if she COULD contract it.

Me: I don't think blunt force would do it, though. The Green Flu is both airborne, AND blood-borne. Maybe after it dies, the Tank can fall on her? (it has a few open sores and bullet wounds and such)

Tank: Hurghn?! *turns around and throws another wild punch*

Harry: *still shooting* FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, RUN!!

Todd: *watches, even if he doesn't have eyes*

Me: sounds good! though that would huuuuurt.

Key: yipe! *dodge-rolls under the punch, and manages to avoid getting hit. she fires off a few more shots, then vaults over a car that was in her way, hoping that it'll slow the Tank down*

Me: She vaulted over the car? XD Man, if I was the Tank in versus mode, I'd SO punish you for that - get hit by a flying car = instant incap.

Tank: *smashes the car out of the way and keeps on charging at her, frustration building up in his tiny head*

Harry: *runs over a bit, following the Tank so that he can shoot it from behind still*

Todd: *squirms and struggles, not wanting to get near the Tank*

Key: *keeps running and shooting, muttering curses all the while* just die already....!!! *aims at his face and fires off a few more shots before... she runs out of ammo* shoot. *RUNS*

Tank: GROOWWWRRR!! *CHARGE*

Harry: *he then runs up until he is in POKING DISTANCE of the Tank, and fires a final shot into its back*

Todd: *all like "OMIGAWSHNO" D8* *struuuuuuggle choke choke*

Tank: GRRRRUUUuuueerrr... *it dies, and falls down on its target*

Key: *cries out in pain as the Infected's body falls on her, pinning down her legs. pain shoots through her body, and she stifles another cry, but she in unable to hold back tears* nnngh...!

Me: will Harry consider killing her?

Me: Consider it, but after seeing her face off against the Tank like that, it'll be a bit harder for him to.

Harry: ... *he's very silent* ... *he moves towards her, and, with a grunt, helps her shove the massive being off her. Then he stares down at her, still silent, his gas mask hiding anything he could be thinking or feeling*

Todd: *now that the Tank is dead, he doesn't struggle as much*

Key: *hisses as the monster is pushed off her. she painfully pushes herself into a sitting position, and looks up at the masked man. she suddenly realizes that she just came in contact with an Infected. that she could be infected. that he could have every reason to put a bullet in her head. she didn't notice that her hood had been blown back as she was running, and that her face was now visible. curly brown hair framed an awfully young face for a senior in high school, dark brown--almost black--eyes staring up at the man in terror* ...

Me: this.. probably one of my favoritest posts evors.

Me: I love eet. :D

Harry: *he lets out another few seconds of silence* ... *finally, he mumbles out something quietly, as if there were other people around who could hear* I'll wait. *he pauses, as if thinking about something, then shakes it off* the Tank left us running backwards. We need to go back, and head into the direction we were supposed to.

Todd: *struggling, as he normally does*

Me: So he spared her life. For now.

Key: *is surprised she's still alive, due to the events that transpired within the last five minutes. she shakes off her confusion and stands up, stumbling a bit due to her somewhat squashed legs. she picks up her gun and puts it in her bag, then, realizing her hood is down, she hastily puts it back up* .... *looks past the dead Tank, then picks her way around it, giving it a wide berth. her white hoodie is now stained with Infected blood and grime, and this seriously worries (and upsets) her, but she refuses to take it off.*

Me: i'm enjoying this rp.

Me: Maybe that reflects how you might ACTUALLY feel about L4D XD. Jk, but I am super glad you are enjoying it as much as I am. :P

Harry: *he is silent the whole rest of the way to the safehouse. Though every now and then, he'd break out from a particular thought, and twitch*

Todd: *follows behind them, reluctant and grumbling*

Key: *is also silent, but her mind is running at top speed. a billion questions without answers haunted her thoughts, never letting her mind be at ease...*

*they finally reached the next safehouse*

Harry: *he ties Todd up outside, then opens the red door and enters the safehouse, then hesitates about letting the girl in. The pause is quickly dismissed, and he lets he in, though his actions still showed a wariness*

Key: *notices his wariness, and knows she's not off the hook yet* ... i'll go find water. *drops her bag in a corner, still keeping her gun and knife with her, and goes to search for running water.*

Harry: *he is still as silent as ever. He refuses to take off his gas mask, and seemingly stares at a wall*

*the safehouse itself appears to be a store of some kind, though most of its wares have been stolen by other survivors. Unfortunately, this time there is no running water, but a foul-smelling pain bucket in a corner*

Me: apparently I need to go help with something. Brb!

Key: *comes back, staring at the floor* ...no water. *sits down in the corner next to her bag, and puts the gun away, but as always, keeps the knife out.* ...

Me: kay. hey, how does one know if someone's a carrier? o.o

Me: Well in the Sacrifice comic, the survivors didn't know until a carrier doctor person told them, so I'd say it would be hard to tell. Maybe eventually if you've been spreading the infection enough, you'll figure it out for yourself?

Harry: ... ok... *finally, he turns to face her, the glassy eye-protection on the mask seemingly callous, and cold* I don't know how long it might take you to turn, if you most likely do. It took Todd a couple of days, but he was turning into a "special" one of them... how long do you figure you'll last?

Me: LOVELY. ah well, he'll figure it out when he doesn't get sick and/or she doesn't turn.

Key: *is depressed by the thought. she doesn't want to end up like Todd, or like....* ... I didn't get sick often before... this. might take a while... *grips her knife more tightly*

Harry: *trying to stir up a conversation, but the only things he can think of at the moment are gruesome* ... when it happened to your friends and family... did you... mercy kill them?

Key: *is surprised and not very pleased with the topic change.* ..... *starts tracing lines on the ground with her knife* i couldn't.... not when they still looked like... *pauses her drawing and goes silent, then resumes her drawing*

Harry: *presses further* And what? They attacked you?

Key: *responds more quickly this time, and a bit louder* i ran. *her knife digs a bit deeper into the floor now*

Harry: You ran from them, and left them to kill everyone else! You should have at least spared everyone else! Everyone who was still HUMAN!

Key: *jumps to her feet, and basically screams at him* SHUT UP! *flings her knife at him, but misses his face by an inch and it embeds itself into the wall (whatever is behind him) next to him* you have no idea what it was like, watching everyone i loved start to get sick and turn into those... those... MONSTERS! *a hint of a sob creeps into her voice* you have no idea what it was like to feel so goddamn USELESS when everyone else needed help..!! i couldn't do anything for them, and i didn't have the heart to kill them! i was a coward, okay?! now leave me the frack alone! *apparently finished with her rant, she stands there and tries to catch her breath. she turns to leave, but instead falls to her knees and starts sobbing*

Me: fffffffffffwow that was interesting to write.

Me: Lol, it was interesting to read. XD

Harry: *somewhat shaken form the knife throw, along with her sudden burst of anger, he falls silent once more. Slowly, he takes the knife out of the wall behind him, and, upon recognizing that he stepped over the line a bit, he hands the knife back to his attacker* ...

Key: *glances up at the movement, and slowly takes the knife from him as she tries to restrain her sobs. she had bottled up her emotions for so long, she couldn't do anything to stop them now. the dam broke and all her feelings came flooding out at once. how embarrassing. she wiped her tears away with her sleeves, and sniffled a bit, trying to pull herself together...* ...

Harry: *he hesitates, then responds* Maybe this is a good thing. It's never a good idea to bottle up your feelings.

Key: ....that's what they all used to tell me. *pauses for a bit, then sighs* my family, i mean. *takes the knife and starts scratching away the first drawing she made* i felt like i felt too much, and i held it all in. I was told that i was too emotional, so i tried to fix it. guess it didn't help in the end...

Harry: Well, if you're immune, then it could be useful. Both ideas, I mean. Holding in your feelings until reaching the next safehouse is a good idea for not attracting the horde. They like noise.

Key: *snorts, then goes back into muted mode. she's stopped crying, and she was grateful for that; she didn't want to seem like a weakling.* ....we should rest.

Me: don't expect her to put her hood down for a while. >.>

Me: I know. XD

Harry: You can rest. I'm not going to, though. *he searches through his red bag, and pulls out a single pistol. He then sits in a corner, and puts his head down in his knees, clutching the pistol slightly*

Key: *shifts her position so her back is leaning against the wall, and she pulls her knees up to her chest just like the first night, gripping the knife like a lifeline*

*the drawing on the floor was that of a male face, though it is now mutilated nearly beyond recognition by knife cuts*

Harry: *notices the drawing, and assumes that it was someone the girl knew. He pushes that thought aside in his mind* ... um... my name's Harry, by the way. Sorry if I never really told you that before. I'm not so good with people skills.

Key: ...My friends call me Key. Short for Mickey. Which is short for Mikaela. *chuckles*

Harry: An interesting way to get to "Key". Maybe this means we can be on friendlier terms with each other. If you're immune.

Key: *looks down at the ground, and found her eyes traveling to the mutilated drawing on the ground. she tore her eyes away from it, and stared at her feet* ... if I'm immune...

Harry: ...

*a few hours later*

Harry: You feeling sick at all?

Key: .... *shakes her head* no...

Harry: Huh. *looks at his pistol* Weird. Maybe you ARE immune. We should give it a day.

Key: *only now realizes why he had kept his gun out, and shivers slightly* ...

Harry: ... I shouldn't have hid Todd away from CEDA... how stupid of me to think that I could have handled it... to think that it could be anything besides the Green Flu...

Key: .....Todd was a good friend of yours... wasn't he?

Harry: ...Since third grade, yeah... ever since, we've been like brothers. He was also my roommate in college. Then the infection hit, and... well... Todd didn't like to be confined...

Key: so he got sick..... *smiles under her hood* so we're not so different after all.

Harry: You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? If I told you where I've been, and what I've seen, you'd think I was nuts. Or rather, more nuts than you think I am now.

Key: I mean that you couldn't kill him either.

Harry: Ah... well... that only makes me a hypocrite, doesn't it?

Key: *stifles a snicker* just a little bit.

Harry: *plays with the pistol in his hands in silence, until suddenly wondering something* Hey, uh, Key? Do you think a cure would ever be possible?

Key: *thinks for a bit* ....it's a disease. i think it could be cured, someday... *with a hint of sarcasm* if we don't all die first.

Harry: And to think this could of all been avoided if we just washed our hands more...

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Me: i'll take that as a compliment :D and i might have accidentally hit the reply button, so forgive me if i did. o.o;

Key: *whimpers audibly at the sight. the thing was even more terrifying than she had imagined... she leveled the shotgun at it, hands shaking* w-weak point?

Me: ...how do you kill a Tank? ^^;

Harry: I... I don't know. Run. Just... run and shoot! *motions for her to run, and does so, all the while, looking back every now and then to shoot at it*

Tank: GROOAAARRGH!! *charges after them*

Todd: *runs on all fours*

Me: Here: http://left4dead.wikia.com/wiki/The_Tank go to the tactics section. He doesn't actually have a weak BODY PART, but there are some things you can do to it.

*besides the smoker from earlier, they managed to avoid any more problems. Surprisingly, this was a quiet night*

Harry: *because of how small the saferoom is, he is forced to tie Todd up outside with a tight knot so he doesn't run the risk of infecting the unlucky soul tagging along with him. Hopefully his friend won't figure out that chewing on the leash could break it, and set the tortured infected free. He then proceeds to bar the metal door behind him, then sit down on a beaten up old couch* sigh...

Key: *plops down on the ground with a sigh, and puts the handgun away. SHe keeps the knife out and her hood up though. She doesn't really trust this guy yet. He won't even give her his name, so she won't entrust him with hers. draws her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them, gripping the knife tightly in one hand*

Me: that's smart on Key's part. XD Harry's pretty much a sociopath right now.

Harry: *finally, he decides to take off his gas mask, which has become uncomfortable from sweat building up and dripping back onto his face. He looks almost like he had before his time in the Between World, only his eyes were wide, and wild from the build-up of stress and paranoia he had acquired, and he hadn't shaved for weeks, giving him an uneven stubble* *he notices Key's refusing to put the knife away* Y'know, it's not like I'm gonna eat you.

Key: *looks up at the now-unmasked guy and examines him. SHe decides this guy's been through a lot of ordeals and that he's not someone she'd want to cross.... she hugs her legs closer to herself and grips the knife tighter, keeping an eye on him from under her hoodie, which is rather eerie considering that you can't see her eyes at ALL.*

Harry: Hmph. Alrighty, you can continue to be Miss Antisocial (lol hypocrite). I'll just continue to sit here and stare at nothing. *he does so for only a few seconds, before he is suddenly stirred by a question that decided to jab him* ... hey. Just wondering; I've come across survivors before that claimed to be completely immune to the Green Flu... are you also immune, or are you just as liable to turn as I am?

Key: *stays silent for a bit, then huffs, and averts her eyes to the floor, which can be noticed by her sligtly tilting her head to the ground. She honestly has no clue, she's never let an Infected get close enough to her to find out* ...

Harry: Well, then there's the third option. You could be a carrier. You could be infected, and spread the infection, but you wouldn't show any signs of infection. One of them even talked to me, once. They said they were avoiding the military, because they would put the carriers up against a wall and execute them. Then I ripped him in half with my chainsaw. I didn't really like his attitude, and he threatened my own humanity anyway.

Key: *looks back up at him. She knew that if she didn't answer, he would kill her. She hated to talk to him, to give him information, but she had to for her own safety.* I haven't been touched by an infected. Never gotten close to one. Closest has been your Hunter, and that Smoker.

Harry: Fair enough. It's hard to tell without... actually getting infected. The only reason why I know is because someone... um... "special" told me.

Key: *looks at the armored man quizically, then dismisses her curiosity. if she asks questions, he'll ask more. there was no need for that. She rests her chin back on her knees, and resumes staring at the man.* ...

Harry: ... I'm going to go check if we have any running water... *he gets up, and goes over to the small bathroom area, which they thankfully had. Some safehouses didn't even have a bathroom. Some only had a bucket*

Key: *Her eyes follow him, just to make sure he wasn't up to anything suspicious. she adjusted her position, now crouching more than sitting. she wanted to make sure she could run if she needed to.* ...

*there is a splashing sound in the room Harry entered. Then, he returns*

Harry: Yes, there is running water. Good. We have a working toilet. Don't drink the water, though. It could be contaminated from the zombies everywhere. Not pure in the least. *pauses* And then I just realized how fracking tired running around with a gun can make me. If you'll excuse me, I'll look around for any sleeping bags. You can take the couch if you want. *he goes off again to search for said-sleeping bags. A good thing this girl wasn't so talkative. He hated the jabbering people he'd sometimes come across. Every now and then, one would make him snap, and slaughter the one offender*

Key: *she refused to move from her spot, not until she was sure he was asleep. she didn't need a repeat of the last 'safe'house she had stayed at. why she followed this psycho here was currently beyond her.*

Harry: *as soon as he finds a stowed-away sleeping bag, he sets it down in a clear area, gets comfortable inside it, and falls asleep without a word. He was ready for if the girl turned, or tried to stab him or something. Yes. Yes he was*

Me: wow, after poking around TV Tropes, I just realized that Harry's a crazy survivalist. XD

Key: .... *after a few minutes of watching, and waiting, she slowly made her way over to the couch, doing her best not to disturb the other survivor. she sat for a moment, then lay down and closed her eyes, keeping the knife close to her. she'd be ready if he tried anything.*

Me: lol... what would Key be? *can't open tabs due to the fact that this laptop is stupid and it'll crash if i do*

Me: um um um. It all depends on which direction you want to take her in. It would be easier for her to fight and be a badass if she was immune, considering how very much she can relax(ish) about contact with the infected. She would be limited as a normal person, and wouldn't be able to make any contact with Todd once he returns from his state of "rawr". As a carrier, she'd be fine with Todd, and the other infected, but Harry would have to be careful around her. It's your choice.

*During the night, Harry has a disturbing nightmare, and is forced to wake up* ... *he sits up, and stares blankly into space* ...

Key: *is still asleep. her quiet breathing can be heard*

Me: Hmm.... honestly, I'm tempted to go the immune route, but i feel like that would make her a sue... D:

Me: naw, it wouldn't make her a sue. Immunes are as common as carriers, or normals. Now, if she starts being able to powers like making the infected all friends with her, and having the ability to throw knives, or something, without any explanation, THEN she is a sue.

Harry: *quietly to himself* ffffffrack... ever since the Between World... EVER SINCE... it's just been one bad dream after another on things that should've happened... *pounds on his own head with a fist* stop that. Stop it. Stop it. Dreams can't kill you. Lack of sleep can. *lays back down* There... there... *tries very hard to go back to sleep*

Key: *is half-awoken by the man's ramblings, and mutters a curse under her breath. can't he just shut up and let her sleep for once?*

Me: well, okay, if you say so. and i don't think she'll be l4d's Snow White, it would not be cool. XD about the knives, i was actually thinking of having her throw it at Harry if he kept asking her questions... and obviously miss... XD and you reply slowwwwwwww.

Me: Well ok. :D Also, lol that would make a funny picture... her singing to the infected, and having them clean the saferoom. XD And I like the knife-throwing idea.

*morning came. Harry was unable to sleep all too much after his nightmare. It shows*

Harry: *looking through the safehouse for any military rations that might be left. His movements and reaction skills are sluggish, which is never a good thing in a zombie apocalypse* ...

Me: that would be hilarious XD

Key: mfff... *doesn't wanna get up, but knows she has to. she sits up and stretches, but stops and reaches for her knife when she sees the man is missing. she stands and looks around, alert for any movement in the room. somehow, her hood managed to stay up because she's in the hood*

Me: XD *can now open tabs*

Me: Omigosh, how do you pull that link-through-text thing??

Harry: *comes back with military rations. These are usually foul-tasting. He throws a wrapped up energy bar at Key* Here. Breakfast. You'll need it. We'll be heading to the next saferoom. Maybe we'll reach the Safe Zone if you're willing to travel with me long enough. Better than being stuck in zombie-ville, I think. *he opens up his own energy bar, then bites into it*

Key: *nearly drops the energy bar in surprise. she stares at it, then at the man, then she opens it and hesitantly takes a bite out of it.... and decides its safe to eat. she puts the knife back in her bag.*

Me: you go [*url=http://www.inserturlhere.omg]INSERT TEXT HERE[*/url]. without the asterisks and with your own links/text.

Me: THANK YOU, DEAREST.

Harry: I'll go get Todd. The we'll leave. *he goes out, and unties Todd, who didn't wake up from this, as THE INFECTED NEVER SLEEP*

Me: Ah, tried and failed. DX

Key: ! *stuffs the rest of the bar in her mouth, and pulls out her gun, then follows the man out, still very apprehensive of 'Todd'*

Me: did you copypaste the url straight from the top bar? its really just this without the asterisks... i shall use mine as an example.
[*url=http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/InTheHood]in the hood[*/url]

btw, i must go now. g'night.

Me: Thank you very much, and AW. D8> Will you be on tomorrow? (that's a stupid question since you just left, lol!)

Todd: *fights against Harry, who very much doesn't care*

Harry: So. *after gaining a good hold on the leash* If you don't mind me asking, what were you before all this? *waves a hand around* after the big Green Flu epidemic thing, I mean.

Key: *was now confused. after the flu, she was only a survivor like him, just trying to stay alive. before.... before was a long story. she could just say she was a student (which is thebtruth), but.. she chose to remain silent. she hoped that if she did, he wouldn't inquire too much.*

Me: well, we're going on a drive from virginia back home to you-know-where, so you do the math. XD if you're here NOW, i mght be able to get another post in.

Harry: If it helps, I was a college student in my sophomore year. I was studying to be in the movie business.

Todd: *grumbles*

Harry: Todd wanted to be a professional stunt-man. He liked to practice parkour... *anger drips in his next words* even when he shouldn't have... *his tone mellows again* it's no big deal if you tell me. Hell, if you were a drug dealer, I'm sure that really doesn't matter NOW...

Key: *the word 'parkour' piques her interest, and she looks up. she does, however, cringe slightly at the words "drug dealer.' unpleasant memories began to surface, but she supressed them enought to answer* ....senior. in high school. i was gonna start college soon.... *gestures towards Todd* i like parkour too.

Me: before you ask, no, she wasn't a druggie. or raped by a druggie. XD you'll find out.

Me: I like finding out. :3

Harry: *By the way, they were totally walking, I forgot to mention this D:* Huh. Crazy-small world we live in, even during a living nightmare. If Todd wasn't a flesh-eating monster, I'm sure the two of you would get along. At least, you'd have something to talk about.

Todd: *suddenly stops*

Harry: Whuh - ? *nearly falls over from the surprise-stop* Todd! What the hell??

Todd: *he looks around wildly, apparently hearing something they couldn't*

Harry: *realizes something just then* ... there are very little numbers of infected around here...

Key: *if the ears on her hoodie were a part of her body, they'd be flat against her head right now. She couldn't hear anything, but the Hunter could, and that surely meant something was wrong... very wrong. she slowly raised her gun, and scanned the area. she couldn't see anything...*

Me: it's not that interesting, really. not compared to Harry, lol. maybe. i'll let you decide.

Me: No! Your character, not mine! You are the one who decides anything related to her!

*in the distance, there is a guttural roar. Then the ground began to lightly shake*

Harry: Oh no. Oh no, I know what that is. *he practically rips open his red bag, and takes out a shotgun. He then hesitates, but ultimately decides to take an extra one out. The extra, he points - butt-first - at his new partner* Quick. Take this. We've got us a Tank.

Todd: *puts in more effort now, trying hard to escape from the leash. Tanks weren't afraid to hurt other infected if they were in the way of its target*

Key: a T-Tank? *she stuffs the smaller gun in her pocket and takes the shotgun, mentally berating herself for her stammering. She had never been up against a Tank before, though she HAD heard of them. from what she knew, they were terrifying.* ...

Me: no, i know what her backstory is, i'm just saying that i don't know if you'll find it more interesting than Harry's. now that i think of it, you might. might.

Me: I find most things you write to be interesting. Oh my god we need a new post. *falls of the ledge*

*the roars get louder, and the groudshaking far more intense*

Tank: *finally it can be seen clear in the distance. It smashes a car out of the way, which shoots over the two survivors' heads. It breaths in grunts and snorts, and it sprints at them like an extra large gorilla, swollen tongue flapping out lifelessly*

Harry: *after ducking from the car* Ho... holy shoot that thing is huge... *it appears that Harry had never actually encountered a Tank before either, making the event new and terrifying for everyone in the group*

Strangely enough, I find Todd cute. :D

lololoololol

thanks. XD