Derp Tank

The Next Morning

Harry: *he's still asleep, in the same position as before*

Key: *wakes up, and is a bit surprised to find Harry so close, until she remembers the night before. again, she keeps still, and pretends to be asleep*

Harry: *he wakes up a bit later and is shocked to find himself alive. He quickly scoots himself away from Key. He's supposed to be dead! DEAD! Why is he still alive??*

Key: !! *sits up when she feels him move* <:D!!

Harry: *looks over at her* ... What happened? Why can't I remember anything from last night??

Key: *her smile quickly fades, though the relief is still there. her voice is quiet* ...you almost k-killed yourself, Harry.... I barely saved you...

Harry: *his eyes widen in horror, though not because he almost killed himself* Y-You didn't save me! You've DAMNED ME...!!

Key: *scoots away a bit* I wasn't about to watch you DIE, especially not like that...!

Harry: I WANTED TO DIE!! I WANTED TO DIE AND YOU TOOK THAT FROM ME!! D8<

Key: But I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I'm sorry if I sound like a selfish dog for saying this, but I WANT TO LIVE--and I KNOW that I won't last TWO SECONDS out there without you--I NEED YOU, OKAY? THAT'S WHY! D8>

Harry: *he stares at her, the truth hitting him like a sledgehammer. Key wasn't being the selfish one, here. He was* ... *this gives him more proof that he's an awful person, both a murderer and a self-centered asshole... but now he can't even do anything about it... so Harry is rendered completely silent, and he ends up back into his fetal position, though not as tight now*

Key: *realizes that she may have been too harsh... her gaze softens, and she scoots back over towards him, hugging him* ..i'm sorry..... j-just..... please, promise you won't do that again....

Harry: *he says nothing, but nods slightly, agreeing to never attempt suicide again... because he CAN'T*

Key: *rests her head against his shoulder, still hugging him. she was willing to stay until he was ready to move*

Harry: *he stays there for an hour, about. Then, Harry lifts his head up and mumbles something quietly* ... I need to eat something...

Key: *smiles a little bit, seeing that as a good sign. she lets go of him, and stands up* I'll see what i can find.

Harry: ... Don't bother... *pulls out the military ration bar-of-something, unwraps it and eats it. He doesn't complain about the cardboard taste*

Key: <:/ ... *gets up and looks around for a vending machine or something, and manages to find one that had the glass panel broken. thinking it incredibly convenient, she grabs a water bottle or two and heads back, holding one out to Harry* Here.

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Harry: *he's cut down, and he drops to the floor, unconscious, but not breathing*

Key: !!!!!!!! *runs over to him* oh god oh god oh god oh god *quickly removes the rope from his neck and lays him on his back, putting her ear to his chest, then to his mouth, trying to check and see if he was still breathing--he wasn't. she tries not to panic, kneeling above him and putting both hands together on his chest, quickly pushing down on it repeatedly, counting in her head, then moving over to his head, tilting it back slightly, blowing into his mouth, trying to get him to start breathing. she does this twice, and pauses to check if he was breathing again* DDDDD8>

Harry: *he coughs hoarsely, able to breathe again, though he's still unconscious. An awful purple bruise begins to form around his throat where the rope was*

Key: *breathes a massive sigh of relief* oh, thank GOD...!!! *looks him over to make sure he hadn't hurt anything when she shot him down, and is glad to find him unharmed, except for his neck... she lightly touches it, cursing herself for having fallen asleep... a second later and he would have been dead.... and she would have been alone* ...

Harry: *when she touches his neck, he regains a little bit of consciousness - enough for him to open his eyes a crack and see what has happened*

Key: ! *gasps quietly and pulls her hand back when she sees his eyes open* ....H-Harry? D:>

Harry: *he's too exhausted and too hurt to truly register anything, and, with a small, tired sigh, he ends up slipping back into unconsciousness*

Key: ... <:( *is just glad he's alive.... she'll have to talk to him later... see if she can convince him not to try that again... for now, she simply goes and grabs his sleeping bag, and manages to get him inside it (as she didn't want to drag him around and risk hurting him). she pulls her own sleeping bag over as well and also gets in, though she doubts she'll be sleeping much tonight.....*

Harry: *he remains unconscious, his oxygen-deprived brain unable to function entirely properly at the moment. No doubt Harry won't remember much of during or after his attempted suicide*

Key: *as predicted, she can't bring herself to sleep--or rather, she is unable to. when she closes her eyes, all she sees is Harry's hanging-almost dead body* ........

Harry: *it's about three hours later that Harry wakes up again, though with his mind temporarily damaged, all he really thinks to do is to scoot himself closer to Key... and snuggle against her*

Key: *had been half asleep at the moment, trying to shove the horrid images out of her mind, and doesn't notice him until he lightly bumps into her* !! ..... *doesn't move, for his sake--heck, she snuggles back a bit... and thing to make him comfortable, especially after THAT...*

Harry: *he continues to snuggle with Key, even going so far as to nuzzle her, oddly affectionate but not fit for any of the blame*

Key: *reddens a bit at the affectionate gesture. she doesn't reciprocate, but she doesn't pull away either. she wonders WHY the sudden change, and quickly attributes it to a lack of oxygen (of course...) nonetheless, she doesn't move* ........... <:)

Harry: *he continues to do this until he falls asleep still in that position*

Key: *watches him for a little while, making sure he's asleep before allowing her own eyes to close again... she drifts off within minutes*

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Harry: *seeing as she's staying awake, Harry becomes frustrated... but he'll wait. He'll wait*

Key: *tries REALLY hard to stay awake... but truly, she was exhausted. she falls asleep*

Harry: *as soon as he's sure she's asleep, he uncurls himself and finds a rope and a place to hang it up - a bar used for gymnastics, high enough off the ground that it could kill him. He ties the rope into a noose, and onto the bar, then, he used a bucket to get himself ready, tightening the noose around his neck, and kicks the bucket away from under him. Harry makes a few tiny choking sounds, but is quickly silenced. He has killed himself*

Key: *wakes up in the morning, suddenly realizing that she HAD in fact, fallen asleep. she mentally berates herself, glancing around to see where Harry may have gone off to... and is met with that gruesome sight. She screams, then tries to muffle her cries with her hand, unable to tear her eyes away from Harry's lifeless, hanging corpse. Why didn't she... WHY DIDN'T SHE STAY AWAKE?? SHE COULD HAVE STOPPED HIM! N-NOW HE'S DEAD!! Now she's alone... alone in hell...*

Infected: *outside, they try to get into the Safe House, their arms flailing about through the bars of the door*

Key: *ignores them, her full attention on the dead body of her last friend. She can't leave... she can't leave the safehouse... she'll DIE... but she can't stay in here, not with his lifeless eyes just STARING at her, making her feel HORRIBLE for sleeping even if it had only been for a few minutes. she had to leave. she grabs Harry's shotgun, and shoots at the infected behind the bars, blowing them to pieces*

Infected: *are shot and killed*

*just then the noose loosens and the rope undoes itself from the bar. Harry's body falls, standing for a second before crumpling under its own weight with a heavy thump*

Key: *squeaks, startled by the thump, and whirls around in time to see Harry stand, just for a moment, before falling down. She stares in horror for a few seconds, then turns back around, unbars the door, and throws it open, shoving back any infected that may have lingered before she sprints out. She couldn't stay. she couldn't. she was to blame, after all. she sprints down the street, occasionally glancing back, wondering if he was somehow going to follow her, shooting any infected directly in her path* D8>

*unfortunately, the noise of Key's startled shooting attracts a tank, which charges in after her, letting out a guttural roar, foam and drool running from it's open mouth, off its swollen tongue*

Key: *turns, and gapes at the massive infected, though she only stares for a moment--then she sprints as fast as she can, futilely hoping to outrun in*

Tank: *it throws infected out of the way, running - GALLOPING - after Key, hot breath wheezing out as it does so*

Key: *runs as fast as she can, until suddenly, something grabs her ankle and she trips, falling forward. she drops the shotgun and it slides just out of reach. she looks back and finds a smoker's tongue wrapped tightly around her ankle, slowly dragging her away from her only weapon, leaving her completely defenseless against the tank. All she could do now... was hope her death would be quick*

Tank: *it very quickly catches up to Key, and, raising its arms high above its head, it slams them down upon her, crushing her*

Key: *closes her eyes an instant before the Tank descends upon her. fortunately for her, her head and chest are crushed immediately; her death, painless. Key was no more*

*But now we'll go back in time. Now we will jump back to the night before. Now there shall be a change*

Harry: *he hangs himself, makes a few choking noises, and passes out from the suffocation, on the verge of death*

Key: *is startled awake due to the sound of a bucket banging against one of the workout machines. she looks for the source, and cries out in terror--no, no, he's still swinging, maybe he's--she grabs the closest gun, and shoots the rope, repeatedly, praying that at least one of those bullets will hit its mark* D8>!!!!!!!

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Harry: *quietly* ... Someone up there is laughing at me...

Key: <:( .... *lightly tugs at him* We have to GO....

Harry: *He is pulled away from the body, silent and depressed* ...

Key: *tugs Harry along, finally finding another safehouse symbol*

Safe House: *is a small gym*

Harry: *as soon as he enters the Safe House, he completely snaps, the reality of what has happened finally reaching his mind. The grief is too much, too traumatizing for him, for his soul, for his heart, for all of him, and he lets all his fury, all his sorrow out in a long, loud, heart-wrenching scream. He screams, screams for as long as he can, his inability to fathom how cruel life can be just now disappearing, and when he runs out of breath, he pants a few times, then starts up again, grabbing an old unused water bottle and chucking it as hard as he can. It crashes against a wall and cracks, spilling water onto the carpet floor*

Key: *watches all of this happen in a shocked silence, eyes wide, almost AFRAID, and feeling terrible for not knowing what else to do*

Harry: *again he runs out of breath, pants a few times, and starts up again... but midway through, the scream dies in his throat and turns into a a heavy sob. He crashes against the wall in front of him, turning around and sliding down it, when he reaches the floor, he curls up into a tight fetal position, sobbing long and hard, his rage cooling off with a wave of despair, all fueled by his grief*

Key: ... *once she was sure he wasn't going to throw something at her if she came close, she slowly approaches him, kneeling next to him, lightly touching his shoulder* ....

Harry: *he unconsciously leans on her, still sobbing into his knees, trying to speak but only winding up blubbering intelligibly*

Key: ! ... *hugs him tightly, rubbing his shoulder* ...

Harry: *he sobs until later at night. Though he quiets to sniffling, he never once uncurls himself from the fetal position*

Key: *never leaves his side, trying her hardest to comfort him...*

Harry: *he knows that he can't live anymore. Not in a world like this. Not without Todd there. It was as if God himself showed him how horrible he is. Wanted him to see. He shot and killed Todd twice - now... now he must kill himself. He mumbles quietly from his tight position* ... You should go sleep...

Key: ... Will you be okay on your own...?

Harry: ... I'll be okay... maybe I'll eat something...

Key: ...okay..... you promise? <:(

Harry: ... Maybe. I won't promise anything.

Key: ...... *finds a sleeping bag, and gets into it, but doesn't fall asleep. she vows to stay awake, just to make sure he wouldn't do anything... crazy*

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Harry: ! *he quickly wipes away some tears, then looks over at Key* ... Yeah?

Key: *notices his eyes are red from crying. she wasn't about to ask him if something was wrong--she knew exactly what was bothering him. she asks him quietly* ...Still miss him, huh?

Harry: *he stares at her for a few seconds, his green eyes nervously locked on her face. Then he gets up and refuses to answer her question* We need to get moving.

Key: ....Okay... *stands up with him* You really SHOULD eat something, Harry.....

Harry: ... I'll eat if I'm hungry and I'm not hungry.

Key: ... <:/ *isn't about to argue with him, not when he's already upset enough. she grabs her guns* ...Well, I guess I'm ready...

Harry: *gets out his gun* Mhm. *he opens the Safe House door and exits with Key, shooting the infected while his soul fills with more and more hatred and despair, threatening to boil over. He doesn't want to admit to Key how hungry he is. He doesn't want to give her that satisfaction, that knowledge that she's right and he's wrong - he got enough of that from his father, and god knows how much he hates his father. Still, even in his attempts to stop Key from her nagging (at least in his mind that's what it is), his hunger and weakness slows, and he's a bit sluggish when it comes to traveling and shooting the infected*

Key: *notices this, but doesn't say anything. Hopefully she can get him to rest at the next safehouse.... she does her best to protect the both of them*

*Suddenly --*

Hunter: *it leaps off a roof and lands on Key, ready to tear her intestines out* RAAAIIIIHH!!

Harry: !!!???

Key: *is knocked to the ground, pistols knocked out of her hands from the impact* AAAAAAAAAH! D8>

Harry: *suddenly he throws himself at the hunter, shoving it off of Key, then shooting it in the head* D8< ... ... ...

Key: *sits up, staring at Harry and the dead Hunter, eyes still wide in shock* D8> ......

Harry: *steps away from the dead hunter, all too reminded of when he had killed Todd. WHY? WHY was fate so CRUEL??*

Key: *picks herself up off the floor and quickly retrieves her pistols, still incredibly shaken* Th-Thank you....

Harry: *He hears her and doesn't, just staring at the body and believing it to be Todd*

Key: *looks back at the Hunter, and suddenly sees the resemblance* D:>!! ..... *walks over to Harry, and puts her hand on his arm* ...We can't stay here... D:>

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Harry: *quietly* ... Thank you...

Key: *just as quietly, as she ties off the bandage* Anytime... If it feels like it's getting worse, don't hesitate to tell me....

Harry: ... Alright... *he sits there, looking at the bandages, not really knowing what to do now*

Key: *packs up the medical kit, putting it back on top of a shelf, she looks at Harry* .... Are you hungry? <:/

Harry: ... Not really, no...

Key: ... *looks through the shelves* You should really eat something.....

Harry: ... I'm not hungry...

Key: .... *sighs, and keeps perusing the shelves, not really looking at anything. she was just worried about Harry....*

Harry: I'm just... gonna go sleep...

Key: ....Okay... See you in the morning, then...

Harry: ... Alright... *he finds the sleeping bags and takes one out. He places it out on the ground and gets into it, depressed* ...

Key: *opens up a bag of chips and quietly nibbles at the contents, her appetite quickly vanishing. she was just too worried...*

Harry: *it takes the longest time for him to go to sleep, memories of life before taking him over. Life with Todd. He silently begins to cry again*

Key: *grabs a sleeping back, putting it down on the ground. she looks over at Harry* .... *gets into the sleeping bag and tries to fall asleep*

Harry: *he eventually falls asleep, face wet from tears*

Key: *also drifts off after a while*

*The Next Morning*

Harry: *he's awake but doesn't really want to go out. He lies on his side, staring through empty eyes at the wall in front of him* ...

Key: *gets up, and notices Harry still asleep* ..... *scoots over towards him* ... *quietly, lighting touching his arm* ...Harry?

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Harry: *he lets out an angry snort and readies his shotgun* >:(

Key: *starts shooting as soon as they get close enough* D8

Harry: *also shoots, sometimes taking the heads off of infected, though this does not faze him* >:( ...

Key: *is doing much better than before, though it still takes a few shots before she can knock down an infected person* D:

Harry: *mutters obscenities under his breath as he blows apart infected after infected*

Key: *occasionally glances at Harry as he shoots. Maybe they shouldn't stay out here too much longer... she glances around for another saferoom* ...Hey, Harry, over there!! Another house symbol thing!

Harry: >:/ ... *he punches an infected out of the way, then walks over to the Safe House*

Key: *follows him, shooting the few infected that followed them*

Harry: *enters the Safe House with Key, slamming the door shut and barring it when they're both safely inside* >:( ...

Key: *looks around--the safehouse looks like a convenience store of some sort* ....

Harry: *notices this as well* ... Lucky us...

Key: Yup... *looks over at Harry, and notices the arm she bandaged a while ago* Oh! I should probably replace that...

Harry: ... Mff... 'kay. *he starts unwrapping the bandages. The cut is somewhat swollen*

Key: *looks around for a first aid kit, and comes back, frowning at the condition of the cut* Nnh... I'm glad i remembered before that got worse... You might wanna sit down. D:

Harry: *he sighs and sits in the first chair he finds, not really caring about the cut, or anything for that matter. There's a sad, tired look in his eyes* ...

Key: <:/ .... *follows him over, and kneels next to him, taking a look at the wound* ...It's a bit infected, but not THAT kind of infected... *takes out an alcohol wipe* This is gonna sting again. D; *cleans the wound*

Harry: *he winces, but makes not a sound, says nothing, only watching Key as she worked on his arm* ...

Key: *silently cleans it up, then looks over it again before wrapping a fresh bandage around it* ....

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Harry: *he takes a wrapped bar from the box of Military rations before opening the Safe House door and carefully exiting, looking around for any danger* ...

Key: *follows him out just as carefully* .....

Harry: *as careful as he is, he never manages to look up once, which costs him dearly*

Smoker: *from the roof, it wraps its tongue around Harry's wrist and pulls him up*

Harry: !!! *he cries out in surprise and pain*

Key: !? *looks over at Harry, and is shocked to see him hanging a few feet off the side of a building* AAH! D8 *shoots at the smoker, trying to get it to let go--she manages to shoot the tongue*

Harry: *falls to the ground, quickly pulling the tongue off him, shaken*

Smoker: *runs away*

Harry: ... Whah... what the hell WAS that?

Key: I have no idea, but it's still out there. D8

Harry: *massages its wrist* ... That... that thing it grabbed me with... was that its TONGUE...?

Key: It was coming out of its MOUTH, so I GUESS so... I guess the virus changes people differently... D;

Harry: ... It's like a nightmare... a LIVING NIGHTMARE...

Key: *nods* ..W-We should keep moving before something else shows up.....

Harry: *he nods silently and continues walking with Key, shooting any infected he sees*

Key: *does the same, trying to watch out for Harry as well as herself*

Harry: ... Everything reminds me of Todd...

Key: ....how? D:

Harry: ... I somehow find a way to just connect it to him... and... and I keep thinking he's not dead... like... a few times yesterday, I thought about looking over my shoulder to see if he's following, and... and then I remember that I killed him...

Key: ...The VIRUS killed him, Harry.... D:>

Harry: The virus CHANGED him, sure - made him INSANE, SURE, but KILLED him? No! The green flu wasn't the one holding the gun! The green flu wasn't the one that pulled the trigger!! D8<

Key: Harry, SHHH!! Th-This is NOT a good place to be loud! D8

Harry: Then I'll kill WHATEVER comes at us! I'm already a murderer, why not murder MORE people!? D8<

Key: You AREN'T-- *turns when she hears angry screaming down the street* Oh god. D8

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Harry: ... Nah... not me. I don't have the passion for it.

Key: .....I'm not LEAVING you, Harry...

Harry: ... You'll have to, eventually...

Key: *quietly* I won't make it there on my own...

Harry: ... Then let me teach you how to properly use a gun.

Key: ...... *sighs* Fine...

Harry: *having changed the subject, Harry begins to show Key all he knows about a gun and how to fire it... all that Todd taught him*

Key: *tries to learn as much as she can*

Harry: *afterwards* ... There's a sick guy wandering over there... think you can try shooting him through the bars?

Key: I'll TRY.... *goes up to the door and takes aim through the bars, then shoots*

Infected: *stumbles out of the way before he's hit, but turns at the sound of the gun firing and screams angrily*

Harry: Try again.

Key: *nods, and tries to shoot it again*

Infected: *He runs at them when he's shot directly between the eyes. He stumbles and falls, dead*

Harry: *he can't help but smile at this* ... That was very, very good.

Key: *lets out a breath she had been holding as she pulls away from the bars* oof... thanks...

Harry: See? And now you can defend yourself. :)

Key: Yep. ^^ We should both be able to get through this a lot easier now, you don't have to worry about me as much. :)

Harry: Speaking of getting through... we should leave now while the sun's up.

Key: Good idea... *grabs some more ammunition, and walks back over to the door, waiting for Harry to give the go-ahead* ...

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Harry: !! *he doesn't quite know how to respond to this, but decides to just hug Key back* ...

Key: *hugs* ...He'd want us to keep going, you know.......

Harry: ... *he silently lets go of her* ... Sure...

Key: <:( ... *lets go of him* ... I think we should sleep... we can eat in the morning. <:/

Harry: ... Alright... *he gets up and looks around for anything soft to sleep on. He manages to find four sleeping bags tucked away in a cabinet. He pulls two out, hands one to Key, and sets his up* ...

Key: *sets hers up not too far away, and gets into it* ...G'night, Harry...

Harry: ... 'Night... *he takes off the gas mask and lies on his side, staring at the dented oven. Tears form, and Harry quietly cries himself to sleep*

Key: ...? *thinks she hears something, but decides she must be imagining it... she falls asleep*

*the next morning*

Harry: *he's up and opening a can of beef ravioli* ...

Key: *waking up* ...? Mmh.... good morning......

Harry: ... 'Morning... *he gets the can open* ... Cheap Chef Boyardee crap... Todd would have loved this... such a child...

Key: <:( ... *gets up, and goes to grab a can of something for herself* ...Sleep okay?

Harry: No. But I don't care anymore. *he eats the ravioli*

Key: ... *opens up the can, and also eats* ......

Harry: ... You're gonna reach this "Safe Zone", alright, Key? You're gonna reach it, and hopefully you'll be able to have close to a normal life again...

Key: *pauses, and looks up at him* ...We're BOTH getting to the Safe Zone, okay?

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