Hoorah for staying home from school! Sick/mental health day this sucks ass. Oh well, this chapter promises gore that will make your stomach churn. I'm in the mood to be descriptive.
11/9/11: you all suck you have no idea how long it's taken me to write this! I write all my author's notes when I begin writing the chapters in the middle of breakdowns but my breakdowns have recently begun to slow so fuuuuucccckkk yyyooouuu aaaallllllll and your damn LIKING this SHIT! Also, not much gore here IT'S ALL A LIIIIIEEEEE but it IS dramatic
The darkness was thick and oppressive over the abandoned camp; the rain hit the ground and turned pink as it mixed with the blood that spread like a vast carpet over the cement. Wearily Babydoll leaned over and emptied the content of her stomach, Tank holding her hair and rubbing her back as he averted his gaze. Takeo sighed and walked around, gun held tightly in his hands. Everyone was high strung, where were they? "D-der Riese." The small girl choked out as she straightened herself. "Are you sick?" Tank looked her over, the dark circles under her eyes, her pale skin and it looked as though she lost a great amount of weight in the short weeks since they had met the two girls. "I'm fine, we need shelter" The three started walking, through the animal testing labs where they flinched as the disembodied whimpers rang out, and into one of the teleporter rooms. "This is the best we can do right now, we'll wait out the rain." Takeo checked the area for windows and Tank stocked up on ammo, making his way to the alley and turning on the power. He grimaced seeing the arm clutching the switch with no body to accompany it, but ignored the sickening feeling in his stomach as the switch flipped on. Walking the length of the camp he rubbed his eyes and clenched his jaw, a flurry of colors and sounds clouded his mind, as though he was trying to remember something. The hoard that attacked them was growing relentless, ammo was already running low. The zombies were getting stronger and stronger, and the survivors weaker and weaker. The three were exhausted and injured and starting to lose hope. With how far they had come why was it now that they were on the verge of death? They were short three people; a vital point that could have made this entire situation better, it would mean more ammo and snider comments that would keep the spark of life lit within each of them. Babydoll rubbed her eyes and tears dripped down her face, she was tired and in pain and wanted to sleep. Sleep in her warm bed like she used to back home. All of that was gone now, and though it broke her heart to admit it she had no idea how she was going to get home, if she ever did.
Sighing she shot out the last of her ammo, barely killing the zombie that was racing towards them. Her fingers ached brutally as she trembled, twisting the key on a monkey that she'd had on the floor next to her. The zombies clustered around the singing toy giving all three the opportunity to throw their grenades and use the last of their ammo killing off the mass. Luckily for them a lone crawler was left, snarling and crawling slowly up the stairs as a trail of blood seeped out from it. They slid past the creature and stumbled away, Babydoll veering off to the side and throwing up. She shook and sniffled quietly and the two men looked away awkwardly, unsure of how to handle the girl. They were all scratched and bleeding, a variety of wounds inflicted upon them as they trailed toward the Juggernog machine. Groaning they collapsed against the wall and looked each other over, since Richtofen wasn't there he couldn't help them patch the wounds, but Babydoll took the initiative and tried to fix as much as she could, ripping her skirt into strips and mending wounds. It was quiet between the three, Takeo being naturally quiet, Babydoll barely having ever spoken more than a few words, and Tank unsure of what to say. "Well…..what do we do now?" Tank sounded tired, more tired than he'd ever been before. He gazed at Babydoll, and couldn't help but squint as she didn't notice his gaze. Looking at her made him grind his teeth, she made him feel as though he had something he really needed to remember, but just couldn't. He could hear voices, and see colored blurs behind his eyelids and it filled his head with an immense pressure. He reopened his eyes; hardly aware he closed them in the first place, and locked gazes with Takeo. A spark of understanding ran between the two and Tank stood, rubbing his head and kicking the Jug machine harshly as he grabbed the bottle that was dispensed. "We need new guns, and we should think about finding a way out of here." Babydoll stood shakily; she knew the only way they were to survive at the rate that zombies were spawning would be to upgrade their weapons with the Pack-a-Punch. "Let's start linking teleporters to the mainframe." Takeo nodded and headed out of the small alley. "I wirr get the one by the catwark." Babydoll headed towards the mainframe as Tank ran to the one in the animal testing labs. Linking both Babydoll switched places with Tank and linked the one by the Double Tap, and the barrier that hid the Pack-a-Punch from them was dropped. Grabbing an FG42 from the wall Babydoll upgraded it quickly and spun, crashing into Tank as she tried to leave.
His eyes widened as she felt warmth behind her, a rush of air on her legs hit her as she looked to her feet. A crawler had made its way up behind her and slashed into her legs, ripping through the skin and muscle as blood gushed down her leg in a river. The deep gash flashed with white, showing bone, before being overrun with red. Tank yanked her away quickly; excruciating pain filled her head as she collapsed into a shaking heap. A heavy boot was brought up and slammed down on the zombies head. The zombies gurgling yell died as a final shriek escape its blood clogged throat. Bits of brain matter and flesh squirted from the shattered skull, the eyes bursting with a disgusting pop. Blood spread and dripped from the mainframe as Babydoll choked and shook. Tank whirled around as Takeo ran up the stairs, her entire left leg was shaking viciously and buckets of blood were gushing from her open wound. Takeo picked her up quickly and transferred her to the Jug area, Tank trailing behind trying to figure out what to do. "Put pressure on the wound." Tank took off his jacket and ripped it apart, using the fabric to bind her leg together, flinching as she shrieked loudly. Her sobbing was loud as she dug her nails into her leg, desperate to stop the pain. Takeo shoved a Jug in her face and she shakily gulped it down, the empty bottle slipping from her fingers as she shivered. She was paper white and turning blue from the ice cold air. Tank laid her down and used the rest of his jacket to cover her, her eyes blurred and went blank as she passed out from the pain. Sighing Takeo shook his head. "We need to get out of here and find the doctor." As much as Tank hated to admit it, he knew Takeo was right. "Where could they have gone?" In frustration Tank punched the wall, exhausted and sick of all the shit happening.
The rain had slowed to a mere drizzle, mist rose from the ground and enveloped the three in a moist blanket which quickly became freezing. Optic hummed softly to herself as she moved around the kitchen, hearing tempting quiet whispers and calls as she gazed at the crazy writing on the walls. The deep red of the dried blood intrigued her as she moved closer, trying to decipher what was written. She backed up a bit until she felt the solidity of the island behind her, barely glancing at it before hopping atop the decrepit structure. She swung her legs back and forth, her vision hazy. She'd barely slept the past few days, not after the assault. Though she did admit the infection that had begun to form was now gone, she rather kept quiet about that fact to the crazed doctor. Nikolai had checked up on her, mumbling under his breath about his fifth wife. Shrugging it off Optic hadn't felt very well since then, a teetering feeling seemed to be present. She felt giddy and almost….high. And usually that wasn't very good at all. Humming cheerfully to herself she smiled sweetly at nothing in particular as she heard the familiar and ever present sounds of the undead. Twirling her knife in her hand she swayed back and forth as she stood, and the first of many zombies slowly limped into the room. Eyes flashing she shuddered and grinned as she lurched forward, the knife sinking into the rotten flesh of the zombie's torso. With an angry gurgle undead arms raised to attack the young woman, who swiftly pulled the knife free and slashed wildly until nothing was left but a mass of disembodied limbs. With sick satisfaction she watched the blood seep out and touch her boots, and snarled with disgust. With a sudden mood swing she became angry, turning toward other members of the filthy rotten race and slashing wildly. If she was hit she couldn't feel it, adrenaline rushed through her veins and made her invincible. Fingertips shaking she saw the last zombie, a crawler who was gushing blood from its missing waist. Kicking the zombie on its back she bent down and twirled her knife. Looking around she found various bits of wood and rubble, and managed to find several nails. Optic drove the nails through the zombie's wrists and hands, making sure it was immobile.
Quietly she contemplated her next move. Driving the knife deep into the zombie's chest, she yanked the blade down, slitting open its chest for all to see. Blood gushed in a vast pool on the dirty ground in hot spurts. She wildly glanced around, unable to keep her gaze on one section of the anatomy for long. A short crazed laugh escaped her hearing the blood filled throat gurgle in agony and anger. Lips twitching she shuddered and panted lightly, a small moan escaping her as she sliced into a few organs. Slitting open the stomach, then liver, cutting out the kidneys and pancreas; she dug the blade into its lungs, twisting the knife and morphing the organs cruelly until they were unrecognizable. She paused a moment, feeling a gush of air on her neck. She froze, unsure of who was behind her. Every muscle in her body screamed for a flight reaction. Strong arms wrapped around her, pressing painfully into the stitches holding together her midsection. With a small hiss she tried to turn her head, until she heard a whisper in her ear. "I know when you sleeeepiiiinnnggg….." Eyes widening she felt the arms release her and spun around, but saw nothing. Heart hammering in her chest she felt the blood drain from her face. Looking around wildly she sucked in a deep breath and shook her head.
"Little girl." She looked over and saw Nikolai, who was drunk as always. Frowning she dusted herself off with trembling hands. Looking down at the zombie, she viciously smashed it's skull under her boot. With a disgusted look Nikolai shook his head and walked out, mumbling about un-lady like behavior and his fourth wife. Frowning to herself a small strained hum echoed from her as she followed the large man. She stopped when she reached the power room, gaze on the stairs. From behind her she felt Richtofen approach, the cheerful hum of his grating on her nerves. Grinning like a mad man he greeted her in a high pitched voice before grabbing her shoulder and slamming her into the wall. Her vision blurred and she glared at him for his random act of violence. "Ohhh" he moaned quietly. "It feels so good being ….unrestrained by annoying authoritive figures." Optic could only assume he meant Maxis as the glow in his eyes was undeniable, he was aware that he could do what he wanted as long as Nikolai stayed drunk. Pursing her lips Optic struggled to keep breathing, despite his skinny frame he was still much stronger than her, and suddenly he seemed to loom even larger as he towered over her. She felt blood vessels around her eyes bursting in little dots of pain. What was she to do? How about not be dramatic. She snarled with gasping breath and dug her nails into his arm, to no avail. He seemed to enjoy the pain, moaning and laughing as her attempts to claw him. He hit her suddenly, not hard enough to break her face but hard enough to make her nose bleed. She felt him shudder and she managed to get one attack back at him before he let go. Gripping her knife she wildly slashed at him, and grinned with satisfaction seeing his uniform stain with red. He snarled in her direction and hit her again; she fell back into the wall and gagged. Glaring at him she wiped her bloody nose and walked off. Later the three regrouped, all awkwardly silent and stoic except for Optic who sported a large bruise on her right cheek and a sadistic grin. Richtofen shivered and looked at her quietly, a crazed smile touching his own lips.
Finally, she appeared to enjoy the abuse.
Note: ok my girl pointed out that it seems like Nikolai was the one to grab Optic, just to clarify here because I'm too much of a lazy bitch to rewrite it, he wasn't.