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Moose    7

Hungry

I burst out of the pub, slamming the door behind me as I stumble onto the quiet street. The infected inside drums its fist on the wooden door, unable to break through. Its the middle of the night but the moon is full and its light is bright enough for me to see. My stomach grumbles. I haven't eaten since sundown. I make my way into an ally way and hunker down beside a rusty dumpster. I sling my backpack in front of me and unzip the side pocket where I keep my emergency food can. Empty. I feel around in the main portion of my backpack hoping I still have some beans or pasta in reserve. No such luck.

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I creep out of the ally and turn left onto the long, deserted street. Hatchet in hand I make my way towards a near by supermarket, staying in the shadows cast by the three story apartment buildings along the road. Luckily a car had just passed through and most of the dead had followed it out of the city so I wouldn't have to deal with many of them if I were to attract any of their attention. I am more worried about other people taking notice of me and my belongings. People these days can be cruel and merciless, when faced with desperation. I typically try to remain unseen and unheard but sometimes detection is unavoidable.

I reach the small store on the corner and peek in the window looking for anyone, or anything else in search of food. The coast is clear and I slip in the front door avoiding a large patch of broken glass from a window above the double doors. I make my way through the aisles one by one, scanning the shelves for any food at all. Pistachios, trail mix, beef jerky, I'm not picky. What I'd really like to find is a nice can of beef stew but I'm never that lucky.

Something finally catches my eye on a shelving unit down the aisle. I practically run to it, praying silently for a little mercy from whatever god is playing this sick joke on me and the rest of the human race. As I get closer I see that the object is a can of... sardines. Like I said, sick joke. I hardly consider sardines edible. It's the smell that gets to me. Maybe the texture. After pocketing the can I do a quick sweep of the rest of the store. I plan on going to the hospital next. Im all out of bandages so that is a top priority. *THWACK* The floor hurls towards me, my axe clatters to the floor and I attempt to brace myself.

Pain shoots through my hands as the glass I avoided minutes ago lodges itself into my palms. I look up and see a bearded man standing over me with a grin on his face.

"W-what the hell?!" I yell.

"Empty your fucking pockets right now or ill turn your head into mash!" He demands.

He allows me to sit up and I turn my pockets inside out letting their contents fall to the floor. My lighter. Some loose cigarettes. My collapsible pocket knife.

"Good" He snarls, "Now get up and give me your backpack!"

He's at least 6 feet tall. Not much taller than I am but a lot bulkier. I don't think I can take him on. I stand up and rub the back of my head. My hair feels wet with blood. A little disoriented I take off my pack and toss it to him. I have spent the last two weeks gather up the items in that bag and now some stranger is just going to take it from me? No way. I decide to charge while he rummages through my things and catch him off guard, landing a punch square in his nose.

He reels back and falls to the floor, losing his grip on the bat. I fall onto his chest and pin his arms down with my knees. I jam my thumbs into his eye sockets and he screams. The pain is almost unbearable as the glass buries itself deeper into my flesh. The man is struggling to get free and I reach for my knife. Quickly unfolding it I stab at his vital spots. His chest. Neck. Finally his face.

I let myself fall from his lifeless body and I lay still on the blood-covered tile floor. My clothes are soaked in gore, my face covered in blood, and my hands are a gruesome mess. I breath heavily and close my eyes, exhausted. As I lay in the puddle of my attackers blood my lips form a smirk, and then a grin.

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Moose    7

Ohhh! Very nice! Keep 'em up!

~

Is this Daisy??

Could be.

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Hatch    0

This is really good, unexpected when he/she got hit by the man. Hopefully you will do more :)

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Moose    7

Do more! I enjoyed it!

This is really good, unexpected when he/she got hit by the man. Hopefully you will do more :)

Very nice

Thank you guys. I appreciate it.

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It's strange what Daisy gets herself in to, then again, Daisy herself is pretty strange. I'm going to -assume- this is Daisy because at the end the character grins when he/she is covered in a pool of blood. (ew) I'll say that the writing was detailed and certainly interesting, so keep it up!

It seems like the Daisy I met when I was in The Fallen reading this by the way, just sayin', because she's like that. Maybe it's an origin story?

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Murdercool    29

Brilliant Moose! Can't wait to read some more! :D

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SatansNightOut    105

See, you're such a closet-writer, and I donno why. This was a pretty wicked scene to read! I want more.

You're a better writer than me---stop keeping it to yourself. :P

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Moose    7

See, you're such a closet-writer, and I donno why. This was a pretty wicked scene to read! I want more.

You're a better writer than me---stop keeping it to yourself. :P

HA! Better writer than you? Whatever man. Thanks for thinking so but there's no way.

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Moose    7

Seagate

I loved my job, to be honest. Some of my friends sometimes told me that one day the patients were going to rub their crazy onto me and I'd end up stuck in there with them. I laughed it off though and the ridicule was worth it to me. I felt as if I was doing some good in the world. The pay was nice and I would be out of my sister's crack den once I could afford a place of my own.

The day began like any other day at Seagate. I had a list of duties that began with bringing breakfast to the patients in B-wing. I knocked on the thick wooden door of room #014. It was regulation to knock first. I waited a second or two and knocked again. I could hear bare feet patting against the ground on the other side of the door. I looked in the small window above the door knob but saw nobody. I turned the handle and cautiously opened the door before stepping into the "cell." I noticed a flicker of movement directly to my right and before I could react the wind got knocked out of me and I was tackled to the floor. I looked up and saw a girl, no older then seventeen or eighteen.

She was plopped on top of me, pinning my arms down with her knees with a broken plastic fork in her hand, pressing against my neck. Her long, dark, unruly hair was hanging down and she had a wild look in her eyes. I didn't try to struggle. I was too busy trying to catch my breath not to mention I was afraid if I fought back I would get a home-made shank driven into my corroded artery.

"I-I-I'm not going to hurt you. P-please just get off of me and put the knife down." I pleaded. It felt like she was trying to pierce my soul with her unsettlingly sharp, grey eyes.

"You're not him." She said with a puzzled look. "Oh great... Not even HIM." She climbed off of me and sat on her bed. "All for nothing..."

I didnt know who she was referring to and I didn't know why she would want to attack him but it didn't matter. I ran out of the room and slammed the door, locking it behind me.

"HELP! I NEED SOME HELP HERE!" I called out down the hallway. In moments two security guards came running towards me full tilt. "she attacked me! She's got a knife or something, be careful!"

"No problem, miss. We'll take care of it." One of the guards said coldly.

I was escorted out of the living quarters. As the swinging door closed behind me I heard a brief struggle take place inside. Then the door to the girl's room open and a guard said, "Okay, Ms. Struss, you're going to spend some time in the reflection room."

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Murdercool    29

This is great Moose! Well done it does give some more perspective on what Daisy did before the apocalypse. Looking forward to the next installment and to see how she became crazy! :D

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Conor    254

Really awesome job moose!

Cannot wait for the next one!

:D


One thing though, wouldn't the security guards at Seagate call Amy 'Ms. Struss'?

Instead of Ms. Strange

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Moose    7

Really awesome job moose!

Cannot wait for the next one!

:D


One thing though, wouldn't the security guards at Seagate call Amy 'Ms. Struss'?

Instead of Ms. Strange

I dont know what you're talking about. :troll:

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Conor    254

Really awesome job moose!

Cannot wait for the next one!

:D


One thing though, wouldn't the security guards at Seagate call Amy 'Ms. Struss'?

Instead of Ms. Strange

I dont know what you're talking about. :troll:

Tee hee :P

I noticed something else that could be some what of a continuity error however I am not too sure. So I will wait untill I am home and speak to you about it as it will be easier :P

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SatansNightOut    105

Haha, I love it. It's so weird to see the timid, innocent version of Daisy/Carly.

<3 Keep 'em coming, my friend.

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Wow, this is very good. Hope to see more of this, and as Crimson said, keep 'em coming.

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Stagsview    625

Now My IP is finally Unblocked I can comment on this thread.

Moose/Daisy I love your journals and your writing style Is something i look foward to reading every time I do see it, I am a lazy bastard so I tend not to comment on Roleplay threads but I do read them and when you ask me for my opinions on them I can not find a fault, I love Daisy IC and OOC so Please Keep up the great work and I will be sure not to metagame it in any manner ;)

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