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Post by Eden L. Moreau on Dec 12, 2014 3:08:28 GMT
[googlefont="Engagement"] Eden tilted her head back to stare at the sign that had long lost its letters. She supposed that someone had ripped them off. Not that it mattered in this world. Everything was falling to pieces and it had only been about a year. Without civilization around to push it back, there were already signs of nature starting to take over once more. They were subtle at this point, but still there. Regardless, the sky was a cold grey and she did not want to find herself out in the open for the night. Not that she was particularly fond of holing up in a place that was now dubbed Funland by someone who had spray paint, but it was the only option to keep herself out of the biting wind and hopefully away from other things that liked to bite. An involuntary shudder worked its way up her spine at the thought of the possibility of being taken down by one of those things. And without realizing what she was doing, she had unsheathed her bokken. Now it came as second nature when she felt the least bit threatened. It was, after all, the only thing that was standing between her and one of those terrible deaths she had seen more times than she cared to count at this point. With a heavy sigh, Eden headed into the abandoned theme park with careful steps and her bokken held at an angle in front of her body.
The place was far creepier than she would have guessed standing outside its gates. She could remember coming to places like this when she was a kid. And now. It was nothing more than a graveyard. There were no lights. There were no sounds. There were no laughing children. There were no families traveling together and having a bit of fun on their time away from their regularly scheduled lives. A tear trailed its way down her cheek and she sniffed angrily, lifting her shoulder to rub the track from her face. She wasn’t weak. She had proved that by surviving this long. She would not show weakness now. Not until she was sure that nothing could get to her. That was how you died. Eden pulled in a deep breath and headed toward the main building in the square. At the very least, she thought she could break into there and sleep in the upstairs part of the building. There was enough of an awning on the front that she could crawl out of a window and get to the ground without injuring herself if need be. She nodded her head to her own plan and headed to the building. She pushed the door open with her shoulder, brining on a loud creak which announced her presence to anyone in the area. “Damnit…” She grumbled to herself as she stepped into the room and let the door close behind her, bokken held at a striking angle as she let her eyes adjust to the gloom of the room.
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Post by Evan R. Morgan on Dec 12, 2014 4:26:15 GMT
Have you ever just wanted something so bad you practically itched at your very core for it? Like there was an aching in your soul that could only be quenched by that one particular thing and that no matter what you did nothing else would be quite as good or refreshing? It could be like one of those moments where you had a song stuck in your head and it just kept playing and playing and playing but you couldn't remember that one line of lyrics and you needed to or you'd go crazy so you listen to the song, remember it and feel better. Evan Morgan was having a moment like that. Hell he'd been having a moment like for the last six months and until the moment when he'd heard about Funland he was pretty sure he'd keep having it forever. Funland was the ruins of some Southern theme park in what used to be Western Tennessee and the thing he sought after was bound to be in supply. For that matter when the place was open they probably fried the damn things on the regular. Always trust a southern cook to fry just about anything.. or add a stick of butter or maybe two. What in the name of Jesus, Mary, Joseph and all the disciples was it that Evan Ryan Morgan was in search of? Well besides a good rifle or two or fifteen, the man wanted a twinkie. Sounds strange but there was just something about those little piles of confectionary deliciousness that he couldn't get them off his mind. So why not go on a hunt and track one down? Easier said then done because he'd yet to be successful and had to kill more then his fair share of zombies just to scope out the place he had already. It was thoroughly annoying.
So today... tonight... whatever... Evan's silent sniper trained foot steps carried him stealthily through this strange, twisted up, mangled piece of what used to be a small slice of redneck Disney world to try and acquire the bounty that he had sought after for so long. "Where are you? You spongey yellow delicious bastards you." He asked to no one in particular. He kept his knife held in a reverse grip with the blade pointing toward the ground. It was a style of knife combat the Marines had popularized that allowed the grip of the knife to act as a brace for your hand which have way to strong fist strikes and downward stabbing motions as well as more effective blocks. Evan hated Marines with a passion because the vast majority of them were dicks but if the way of fighting worked it worked and there wasn't much arguing that point. He spied one of the food buildings and a sign that made his heart skip a beat. It was faded but still visible enough to make out the words Hostess, Fried, and Twinkies. Evan teared up a little. It was beautiful and he was hopeful that it would finally put his search to an end. He heard a door creak in the direction of the building and saw the shift of light that signaled something or someone had gone inside his destination. "You zombie sons-a-bitches aren't gonna stop me this time. You've ruined the world you're not gonna ruin my last shot at a twinkie. Lord help me smite the evil bastard in that building if they try to stop me from getting to my golden paradise. Amen" And with that little comforting, albeit absolutely ridiculous, prayer complete he ventured forward and quietly slipped in through an open window on the front of the building. His eyes spied the shadow near the door quickly and he crept forward.
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Post by Eden L. Moreau on Dec 16, 2014 23:42:29 GMT
[googlefont="Engagement"] i'm golden TAG: Evan R. Morgan , Words: 608. NOTES: Nada for the time being. |
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Eden let her feet pull her a few more inches into the room, her eyes adjusting slowly to the gloom. It hadn’t been bright outside by any means. Winter always meant grey skies and depressing weather. But her eyes weren’t quick to the change here even. She narrowed her eyes for a moment before squeezing them tightly shut. There she stared into the blackness behind her eyelids. Once opening her eyes again, the room appeared better lit, allowing her to make out the room around her. She took a few more steps toward the main counter of the building. There were bags of goodies still stacked against the counter, but she couldn’t see what any of the labels were from this distance. Nor did she care. Eden had a can of sausages in her bag that were going to serve as her dinner tonight. It was something small but the last thing she wanted was to take in too much sugar. And from her recollection of places like this, that’s all there would ever be on the selves. Row upon row of sugar. Even the thought made her cringe a bit. She made a slow turn to look further into the room, hoping to spot a way to get up a staircase and to the second floor, which would serve as her place of bunking for the night. And that was when she saw him. Or it. Or whatever. It was a shadow and that was enough for her. Even in the gloom she couldn’t tell. But she thought that she would have heard his movements beforehand if he had been a zombie. And honestly, that scared her more than if she would have come face to face with the undead. Eden was tough, but she wasn’t dumb. She knew her chances in hand to hand combat against a bulky dude, and they weren’t high. Eden took a quick step back, almost lost her foot, and had to correct her stance to keep her bokken held at an angle for striking. Running into another person was the last thing she had been expecting. “Stop…stop right there. Or so help me god, I’ll scream my lungs out and draw ever fucking biter to this building.” She gave her hands a tilt, making the sword drop to the side as she laid out her threat. It wasn’t much but anyone with brains would know that it wouldn’t help their situation any. Still, Eden kept backing up, trying to put more distance between herself and the man. He was a man, right? She couldn’t even see his face honestly. And she didn’t want to. She wanted to put more distance between herself and his shadowed outline. The fact that she had turned in time was pure luck. He could have slit her throat easily if he had managed to get any closer. Eden’s hand twitched at the thought, wanting to move to her throat as if to protect it though currently it seemed to be safe. At least for the moment. “What do you want? And how can I get you out of this building quickly? I’m claiming it.” At this, she narrowed her eyes at him, making it very obvious that she had no intention of going anywhere. There wouldn’t be another safe spot for miles and the sun was fading quickly. She wouldn’t have the time to reach another destination that would provide her with enough cover, enough heat to not freeze to death in the middle of the night. Eden tightened her tiny hands around her sword tighter, ready to deliver a blow if it came to that.
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Post by Evan R. Morgan on Dec 17, 2014 17:46:13 GMT
Oh hell it wasn't a zombie after all. It was something much much worse: a scared woman with a big stick. Now keep in mind that Evan Morgan wasn't scared of a whole of things in existence. He'd escaped bears, killed wolves and mountain lions, eluded, stalked and destroyed numerous zombies and living people during his existence on the planet Earth. There was something to be said about the tenacity and potential violence that a scared and angry woman with a big stick was capable of before the First Night. Domestic violence was no longer a primarily male dominated crime before the fall of civilization as technology had made it that much easier for spouses to catch their unfaithful significant others. Very little was hidden in such a world and when certain ugly truths are made public... well lets just say certain people snapped... hard and heavy. Evan Morgan had never been on the receiving end of such situations but he'd heard some really rough stories from a couple of his friends that were cops. With all that being said a woman who had survived for a year in this zombie infested apocalyptic hell hole with only a big stick was probably not only paranoid, scared and angry but also probably very good with that big sword shaped stick. Again he wasn't scared but he was sure as hell cautious. He stood up to his full height as a little light from the outside fell across his features but not enough to reduce his sight of her. "Easy there ma'am! Lower the stick. I'm not here to hurt you and I'm sure as hell not here to get knocked across the face either. Ain't no need to scream or freak out! I'm just here for the twinkies..." He was hoping that was calming enough and that the crazy chick would go full retard on him and try to take his head off. The world was crap these days and it always blew his mind how people were so ready to kill each other when there was always a several billion larger population of other things already trying to wipe them out. "I can't promise you this building but I can promise I ain't trying anything against you. I've got some deer jerky as a peace offering if you're interested?"
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Post by Eden L. Moreau on Dec 17, 2014 18:59:49 GMT
[googlefont="Engagement"] Eden was sure that she hadn’t heard him correctly. He had broken into this building to try to find twinkies? Those stupid little yellow cakes with cream? She had always hated those things so she couldn’t understand why anyone would be trying to track them down. “Did you really just say you were looking for twinkies?” She lifted one brow at him, her hands sinking. She held her bokken in an unthreatening angle though she kept her hands tightly around the wooden hilt. While he had assured her that he wasn’t going to try anything and he had offered her deer jerky, she wasn’t quick to jump at the offer. Her original group had ruined her on trust males that were offering her things, even if she did have males in her group now. Those males had earned her trust, which seemed to be harder for their gender than it was for the females these days. “How about you find your twinkies and then you find a new place to bunk down. I’ll even help you look for the damn things if it means you leave the building.” Which was as much as she was willing to cave on this one. She didn’t feel particularly fond of the idea of sharing the upstairs space with a man who could probably snap her in half as easily as snapping a toothpick. He was muscled and she didn’t like her chances, regardless. “Or I can find the twinkies while you wait outside. I don’t want them. It’s likely to cause a sugar coma.” She gave him a look that said it’d also make him fat though the words didn’t leave her lips. She was sure that he could remember the world beforehand enough to realize what the disapproving look meant. “Thanks for the option of a peace offering.” Eden let one hand drop from her bokken, the training sword held loosely in her other one, making it clear that she wasn’t looking for a fight any longer. But that she also wasn’t willing to take a chance.
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