Post by Warren da Silva on Jul 23, 2011 8:52:28 GMT -5
This was it.
As many times as Warren had attempted to assure others, it had been a hollow gesture. He'd known deep down what would happen, and now there was no more time to ignore it. Passing his thumb over the screen of his phone didn't change the letters. One of his friends had sent him a simple text message that said it all. It was fear alone that kept him from exploding into action. Sitting on the edge of his bed with nothing but a blue towel around his waist and a toothbrush hanging from his mouth, he'd been stricken numb by the warning hastily sent to his phone. Paige Harvey, one of the Diamond Corp researchers who'd worked with him in arming him with the information to pitch the ghastly product-- apocolypse in pill form, figuratively speaking.
'evac soon, get out while u still can'
Another message came, and Warren snapped out of his thoughtful daze to check it. The way it red alarmed him enough that he'd jump to his feet and begin pacing, taking it in several times before realizing just what it seemed was happening. 'trapped and not gonna make it, get out silva no time left' the screen read, and Warren realized this was no time to be wasting it. A panic began to set in, but he worked to keep himself as composed as possible, controling his excited breaths to the best of his ability as he quickly dug his airport bag out of the closet. It then dawned on him that dragging a huge bag through a city in mayhem might not be wise. Even then, he'd yet to have seen what true mayhem was, and somehow as things continued spiraling out of control, he'd realized this.
He had every good reason to dread leaving his apartment, but the harsh reality was, if he stayed, he'd die there. He quickly found his work briefcase and began to empty it of more useless effects in order to replace them with more valuable personal items-- the precious few most important things of his that he could take and run. This wasn't much of a time to be tidy either, so he quickly made a mess of his apartment, frenzying about. In just over twenty minutes, he felt fairly close to that 'now or never' feeling... but a loud crash at his front door caused him to nearly jump out of his skin.
"Please help me!!" he heard a teenage girl shriek as she charged through and froze in her tracks once she reached Warren's bedroom. Warren simply stared, toothbrush still hanging from his mouth as he watched the girl slam his bedroom door shut and make an attempt to barricade the way. Yanking out his toothbrush, Warren threw it toward the master bathroom-- again, no time to care for cleanliness, and cautiously made his way nearer. "My mom's a monster!!" the girl sobbed as she alarmed Warren with a demonstration of strength that could only be attributed to adrenaline. She dragged his long dresser out from the wall, leaving it at a diagonal angle that would block the doorway, and quickly hopped over it. As she did, the door smashed in, and caused her to leap from the dresser to the bed.
There was a loud, menacing growl that came through the door, nearly a croak, but far more hostile. The unseen assailant smashed her hands into the wood again, and Warren quickly sidestepped the panicking teenager and picked up his large but hollow airport luggage case. "Have you been bitten, scratched, or have you otherwise come into contact with blood or saliva from anyone infected?" Warren asked far more calmly than he felt internally. As soon as he saw the woman's inhuman face, blood pouring freshly from her scalp as she struck her head through the wood to penetrate it, he quickly sleeved her upper body with the luggage case as she attempted to crawl through. He was more than a little worried about the delay in the frightened girl's answer, so he turned a quick, wide-eyed glare upon her.
She was shaking her head in a speechlessly frantic sort of way. "Ok well..." Warren looked around in a panic, trying to think of something. Leaping over his bed to his window, he threw it open, then turned to collect his suitcase. The infected mother struggled obliviously against Warren's diversion, soon finding her way over the dresser even without arms or eyesight, and Warren knew there wasn't even time enough to throw on a shirt. The unnamed teenager quickly squirmed out of the window at Warren's wordless suggestion, waiting for him on the fire escape, and he quickly joined her, leaning over the edge to check the ladder. The teenager's sudden shriek behind his ears nearly deafened him, and he spun just in time to see that the girl's infected mother had apparently found her way out of the luggage case and window alike, lurching out of the opening with arms outstretched desperately.
The girl leaned so far back to escape her reach that she went over the edge and fell several stories down, silenced by her landing. The sound of it made Warren feel sick. For the moment, he was trapped, paralyzed, but it was over as quickly. The pursuit of the infected proved then to be mindlessly relentless as mother spilled over the edge after her daughter and met the same fate. "This-isn't-happening-this-isn't-happening-this-isn't-happening--" Warren began to jog the ladder loose with his heel. With a loud rattle, it stretched down toward the ground floor, and he realized that the path before him certainly wasn't an appealing one. With one last glance into his wrecked apartment, he knew he wasn't going that way. There was nowhere to go but forward-- and quickly!
As soon as he reached the end of the ladder, he dropped and landed on his feet in a crouch, then sprung into motion down the alley way.
As many times as Warren had attempted to assure others, it had been a hollow gesture. He'd known deep down what would happen, and now there was no more time to ignore it. Passing his thumb over the screen of his phone didn't change the letters. One of his friends had sent him a simple text message that said it all. It was fear alone that kept him from exploding into action. Sitting on the edge of his bed with nothing but a blue towel around his waist and a toothbrush hanging from his mouth, he'd been stricken numb by the warning hastily sent to his phone. Paige Harvey, one of the Diamond Corp researchers who'd worked with him in arming him with the information to pitch the ghastly product-- apocolypse in pill form, figuratively speaking.
'evac soon, get out while u still can'
Another message came, and Warren snapped out of his thoughtful daze to check it. The way it red alarmed him enough that he'd jump to his feet and begin pacing, taking it in several times before realizing just what it seemed was happening. 'trapped and not gonna make it, get out silva no time left' the screen read, and Warren realized this was no time to be wasting it. A panic began to set in, but he worked to keep himself as composed as possible, controling his excited breaths to the best of his ability as he quickly dug his airport bag out of the closet. It then dawned on him that dragging a huge bag through a city in mayhem might not be wise. Even then, he'd yet to have seen what true mayhem was, and somehow as things continued spiraling out of control, he'd realized this.
He had every good reason to dread leaving his apartment, but the harsh reality was, if he stayed, he'd die there. He quickly found his work briefcase and began to empty it of more useless effects in order to replace them with more valuable personal items-- the precious few most important things of his that he could take and run. This wasn't much of a time to be tidy either, so he quickly made a mess of his apartment, frenzying about. In just over twenty minutes, he felt fairly close to that 'now or never' feeling... but a loud crash at his front door caused him to nearly jump out of his skin.
"Please help me!!" he heard a teenage girl shriek as she charged through and froze in her tracks once she reached Warren's bedroom. Warren simply stared, toothbrush still hanging from his mouth as he watched the girl slam his bedroom door shut and make an attempt to barricade the way. Yanking out his toothbrush, Warren threw it toward the master bathroom-- again, no time to care for cleanliness, and cautiously made his way nearer. "My mom's a monster!!" the girl sobbed as she alarmed Warren with a demonstration of strength that could only be attributed to adrenaline. She dragged his long dresser out from the wall, leaving it at a diagonal angle that would block the doorway, and quickly hopped over it. As she did, the door smashed in, and caused her to leap from the dresser to the bed.
There was a loud, menacing growl that came through the door, nearly a croak, but far more hostile. The unseen assailant smashed her hands into the wood again, and Warren quickly sidestepped the panicking teenager and picked up his large but hollow airport luggage case. "Have you been bitten, scratched, or have you otherwise come into contact with blood or saliva from anyone infected?" Warren asked far more calmly than he felt internally. As soon as he saw the woman's inhuman face, blood pouring freshly from her scalp as she struck her head through the wood to penetrate it, he quickly sleeved her upper body with the luggage case as she attempted to crawl through. He was more than a little worried about the delay in the frightened girl's answer, so he turned a quick, wide-eyed glare upon her.
She was shaking her head in a speechlessly frantic sort of way. "Ok well..." Warren looked around in a panic, trying to think of something. Leaping over his bed to his window, he threw it open, then turned to collect his suitcase. The infected mother struggled obliviously against Warren's diversion, soon finding her way over the dresser even without arms or eyesight, and Warren knew there wasn't even time enough to throw on a shirt. The unnamed teenager quickly squirmed out of the window at Warren's wordless suggestion, waiting for him on the fire escape, and he quickly joined her, leaning over the edge to check the ladder. The teenager's sudden shriek behind his ears nearly deafened him, and he spun just in time to see that the girl's infected mother had apparently found her way out of the luggage case and window alike, lurching out of the opening with arms outstretched desperately.
The girl leaned so far back to escape her reach that she went over the edge and fell several stories down, silenced by her landing. The sound of it made Warren feel sick. For the moment, he was trapped, paralyzed, but it was over as quickly. The pursuit of the infected proved then to be mindlessly relentless as mother spilled over the edge after her daughter and met the same fate. "This-isn't-happening-this-isn't-happening-this-isn't-happening--" Warren began to jog the ladder loose with his heel. With a loud rattle, it stretched down toward the ground floor, and he realized that the path before him certainly wasn't an appealing one. With one last glance into his wrecked apartment, he knew he wasn't going that way. There was nowhere to go but forward-- and quickly!
As soon as he reached the end of the ladder, he dropped and landed on his feet in a crouch, then sprung into motion down the alley way.
