Slushie Time (Open)

[JAMES FLINT]

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[ERSILIA STANDARD]

Ersilia took a drag on her cigarette. She felt the familiar warmth of the smoke in her mouth then released the smoke into the air where it danced into non-existence. Her shades were over her eyes as the sun beat down on her despite the fact that it was setting in the distance. She was used to heat from her time out of country but even she found this heat ridiculous. Then again, she was sure she should have expected as much from a desert city.

Her plan had been to skip town but for now, she was still looking for more cigarettes. As if a miracle from the good Lord above, she spotted a grocery store. Eri figured that there was no harm in checking for supplies here. So far she had only seen the abandoned police station and some stragglers. Nothing to be too concerned about.

Then she heard the tell-tale signs of trouble. The sound of a blunt object hitting concrete. She instantly moved her hand to the hilt of her machete at her thigh. Her senses focused on everything around her. Her amber eyes caught movement over by the grocery store in front of her. First, the last spasms of a decayed corpse as it finally stopped movement and the figure who had done the deed moving away.

Then the idiot was stupid enough to yell about there being no alarm. This guy seemed to be trouble. So far, he was showing signs of not even caring about his well-being or that the noise he was making could bring down a horde on them all, or in this case just him and her. She was instantly pissed at this guy.

Eri moved towards the cover of a building before putting out her cigarette and putting it in her breast pocket. She had learned to conserve her cigarettes. She kept an eye on the guy as he vandalized a car then headed into the grocery store. Great, just her luck!

She gritted her teeth in frustration but made no other movement or sound. Some stragglers went by her and began heading towards the grocery store. Eri stayed motionless as they passed a good 10 yards from her. Her eyes followed their direction and she saw that the fool had turned on the lights. The sun was just finishing setting. Eri was faced with a decision to make.

She could go to the grocery store, deal with the moron, and hold up there for the night (after turning those blasted lights off) or she could turn the other way and start walking. The later definitely had it's appeal, what with the fact that the lights would draw most of the stragglers out of her way but she gave into her basic training. No man left behind.

First was to take care of the attention he had attracted. From what she could gather, there were only about 4 in her line of sight, all moving slow and steady. Machete would make for fast kills and less noise plus no waste of ammo. So she pulled the blade from it's holder and quickly charged the closest straggler. The blade connected just where she wanted it, the mid-neck. It fell without making a sound and before it hit the ground, she had rushed the next one.

With those two disposed of, she caught sight of another. By now, one had turned and saw her. It came at her with a limp that seemed to keep it from running at her. She hated looking at their faces, to see the human in them as it was eaten away by the monster they had become. She walked up to it as it moaned trying to get at her. She killed it with one swipe of her blade straight through it's skull.

With that one out, she quickly dispatched the other two before making her way into the grocery store. She stuck close to the ground and out of sit, using her training. She spotted the guy as he seemed to be waiting for something. If he was trouble, she would kill him herself. Her goal came into sight, the light switches for the outside. She ran for them and quickly clicked off the outer lights and the lights at the very front of the store.

With that done, she felt a bit more at ease but her attention was on the guy who had done all this. She stood up, with her gun aimed at him. "Are you a fucking moron? Or are you trying to be an all-zombies-can-eat buffet?"



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NOTES: Finally got this up!

[JAMES FLINT]

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[ERSILIA STANDARD]

Her hands were steady as her gun was aimed clear at her opponent's forehead. It would be so easy to pull the trigger and possible save this idiot the gruesome death of either being eaten alive by zombies or becoming one himself. It would be like a civil service. She didn't say a word or move at all when he pulled out his handgun. She wanted to laugh at him for that. Her gun was far more powerful then his little handgun. She had been shot with one once. Sure, she cried like a baby but it hadn't killed her. Not that she was gonna let this guy shoot her.

Regardless, she kept her gun on him as he continued to talk. He was definitely a talker. She could tell he hadn't spoken to anyone in awhile besides himself. She didn't respond to any of his statements. Ersilia wasn't pone for chit-chat and this one was proving to be a major chatter box and she had lived with her brother, the ultimate gay chatter box.

She watched as he checked their surroundings, but she knew for a fact that none of the corpses where within the building itself, for now. A shuffling near the front caught her attention, and a second later, her "companion" seemed to pick up on the sound. The old movie reference irked her more so than his constant chatter. He was almost as bad as her brother. She loved that man to death but he never shut up... except near the end.

She gritted her teeth at the memory of her brother ending his own life. A cowards way to go, their father would be furious if the old fucker even lived through this. Even though she had been to blame in her brother's eyes, she had to come to terms with the fact that he only hated her in his last moments. If he could come back he would have been completely apologetic and begging for forgiveness.

Her amber eyes never left the boy as he took care of the zombie. She had gotten to the point that she wasn't quite listening to what he said until he turned to her with the gun in his hand again, hers still trained on him.

She laughed at his statement about killing him slowly. She couldn't help it. Eri removed her shades and put them on top of her head, and dropped her gun so that it swung back to her side. "You never shut up do you? If anything I would slowly kill you for not keeping your mouth shut but lucky for you, I'm not sadistic enough to enjoy cutting you up with a machete."

She took out a cigarette and lit it before putting it to her lips and releasing the smoke into the air. "I only came over here to get more cigarettes, you're lucky I was even close enough to see the lights or you would have been history like the rest of this God forsaken place."

She moved towards the main counter, where cigarette displays were behind. She jumped and slide to the other side, regardless of her skirt and heels and landed on the other side as she shuffled through the available brands, though many were gone.

Her eyes caught on one pack, her brand and almost like new. She looked at it as a normal girl would look at some new shoes that happened to be on sale. "Yes! Oh, this trip was totally worth it!" She grabbed the pack and with a smile she put it in er breast pocket to put in her pack later.

Only then did she return her attention to her.... friend. "So you have company, what exactly did you want? A friend... because you are barking up the wrong tree."


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NOTES: I got this up~

[JAMES FLINT]

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[ERSILIA STANDARD]

She watched as he picked through what remained of the cigarettes the store had once sold. She made an audible grunt at his statement about them having her brand. Eri's favorite brand had been gone a long time ago, what with is being a very popular brand. The pack she had found would have been in her top 3 choices. She was pretty picky about her cigarettes. So when she saw him take another pack instead she couldn't understand how he could settle for less than what he wanted.

Then again, he might be desperate. She bit her thumb as she kept her steady gaze on the front door, where the corpse was attracting flies. She stood in a way that most people would have thought that she was modelling for something. Even before zombies had taken over, she had been known for being gorgeous. More than once she had cussed out a talent scout. There was just no way she could model with her temper and her utter lack of tolerance for social events.

She stood there for a bit, taking in what he said without much reaction. She seriously doubted the guy could keep his mouth shut. He didn't seem the type to be capable of that. She looked him over again, taking in what his chances of survival would be if she left him alone. He would probably pull another stunt like this one and end up getting eaten or run into even more unfriendly company than herself.

His chances weren't good. Her amber gaze went to the boy as he plundered the candy sections that now lay on the floor. She watched as he downed a bag of skittles and turned away when he looked in her direction again and spoke. She said nothing to his comment about chopping him up. More because she was sure that whatever she said wouldn't be the nicest in the world. She shook her head at his comment about being fine.

"I seriously doubt you would survive a horde with just a bat and a handgun, kid. Not unless you are very strategic and judging by your light show, I'd say that isn't exactly your expertise. And what where the chances of finding a home suitable enough to hold off a horde? Not likely or there would be some more signs of life."

She moved from being the counter and towards him. She looked at the offered skittles and was reminded once again of her brother. Rainbows and all... She took the bag but didn't eat the skittles. Instead, she took her bag from her back and put the skittles in next to her other pilfered goods before she closed the bag and returned it to her back.

She cleared her throat before continuing. "Look, I'm heading out of the city. Being so far in the city with this many stragglers isn't a good idea if an alpha happens to come along. Let me put this simply, you annoy me. I'm not going to kill you because I think that you can survive a bit longer if you have the right guidance. Lord knows I fucking suck at teaching but maybe you can catch on. So it's up to you. You can tag along but if you fall behind or if you lose me, then you are on your own. Your call."

She adjusted her gun before moving towards the door he had pointed out. "Either way..." She pushed a display case in front of the exit, before doing the same at the entrance. "I'm holding up here for the night."

With that said, she went into her bag and pulled out a light blanket she had picked up and set herself up on the counter with her pack on the ground and her gun beside her. She wasn't planning on sleeping well in such an open place but it would have to do. Regardless she decided to introduce herself. "By the way, I'm Ersilia Standard but you can call me Eri, everyone does."


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NOTES: She finally introduces herself!!!

[JAMES FLINT]

"This is without a doubt the dumbest idea Ive had yet..." he said grabbing another pack of Tropical Flavored Skittles, before jamming them down into his pants pocket. "I've survived the last year with this baseball bat, and this piece of shit pistol." James Flint said letting the pistol drop to the ground, "I know it wasn't to smart to flick the lights on in this store, but as i said before, Ive been out here for the last damn year by myself Ive grown sick of being alone."

"But anyway, its a pleasure to meet you miss Ersilia Standard...i mean...Eri." James said jamming another packet of Skittles into his opposite pocket. "My names James Flint, you can call me anything you want, except machete practice dummy."

(OOC: Not sure what else i can throw in Dx. Gonna add the table and make it longer if needed once i return in an hour or two.)

[THE HORDE]

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[ERSILIA STANDARD]

Eri sighed as she watched him stuffing his pockets with skittles. Was this guy a kid or something? She looked him over and decided that she was definitely older than him. She blinked several times at his name. "James Flint, huh? Well, Jay. I suggest that you..." She grew quiet, her amber eyes bolting to the front of the store. Eri felt a chill run down her spine as a groan reverberated through the air.

She bolted up and grabbed the blanket and stuffing it in her pack. The woman didn't know if her new acquaintance had heard it but she knew that sound. "Looks like it's time to go." She moved swiftly to where he had dropped his pistol and went to him.

They had too move fast if they wanted to get out of here. She heard the tell-tale sound of cracking glass. She stuffed his gun in his pants and pushed him towards the exit. "We gotta get out of here right now!" She barked the order but moved to allow him to do what he wanted. Ersilia wasted no time getting to the back door and bursting it down.

In the back, there was only one or two. It seemed the others had moved towards the front of the store. She ran at the stragglers and before they really noticed her, their heads were rolling on the ground. She did a quick whistle, her way of saying an area was clear and moving towards the next street, keeping an eye out for anymore stragglers.


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NOTES: Time to run...