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 Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:03 pm
Westerdock Apartment Building
Many rooms with few occupants now. Well... few living occupants. Like the rest of the town, it is littered with any form of wreckage imaginable. There are no more janitors to tidy-up the halls, and few occupants that give a s**t what it looks like on the outside. If anything, it helps disguise it better from looters.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 4:53 pm
 T.J. awoke to the sound of a pounding on the other side of his apartment door. He sat up in his bed and looked around the dimly lit room. A small candle lay burning on the table side, its wick close to its end, the candle dripping with wax. He quickly blew out the candle and stood up calmly as the banging continued. He walked over to the door and pressed his ear to it. After a moment he opened the small eye hole cover and peered through the small tunnel. There was only one of them for now, but there could be more later, he wondered how they kept getting up here, he had destroyed the stairs months ago. T.J. checked the wooden planks securing the door shut and checked the locks one more time before turning to leave. He pulled on a large jacket and a pair of cargo pants from his days in the military. He grabbed his backpack and secured it over his shoulders making sure there was nothing hanging loose that could potentially get caught on a door or window. When he was finished he turned to the door one last time with a cautious look and grabbed his gas mask, placing it over his face, he then turned to his rifle and machete, slinging both of the holsters onto his shoulder, placing the small .38 revolver into a holster on his right hip. He then turned to the window of the small apartment in the city and climbed out onto the fire escape scaling down the side of the building. He had been using it for years, but it was only a matter of time before the metal became rusted and it began to fall apart. When this happened, he supposed he'd have to find a new place to hide, but until then, he was content with climbing the 7 stories of ladders everyday for safety. He hopped onto the concrete below and looked around, crouching low and listening....silence. He stood slowly and began walking out of the alley, making sure to be as quiet as possible with his footsteps.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 6:32 pm
The adventure back to his apartment was not as violent as he thought it might be, it was actually more boring than anything. He had lugged the 150 lbs of work bench all the way from the market into the city and now he had to get it up 7 flights of stairs. He kicked a small lever below the fire escape connected to a metal wire and the ladder dropped. He pulled himself up the ladder breathing heavily and weezing as he reached the top, repeating the process 6 more times. When he reached his window he set his pack and rifle down for a moment, drawing his .38 and removing the machete from its sheath. He cautiously approached the window and used the tip of the machete to lift the window. He entered slowly and listened quietly, looking around the room for signs of change. The door was still bolted shut and the banging had dissapeared, his apartment also seemed to be untouched since he had left, that was comforting. The zombie that was beating relentlessly on his door earlier in the morning had vanished and he was now met by the silence of nothingness in his home again as he dragged his new equipment through the window.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 9:14 am
 Anca had been on her way to go 'grocery shopping' when the walkers came up on her. Quickly she made her way up a ladder, onto the roof of a nearby building, and to the top of the old apartment building. Her movements were quick and very quiet, yet still frightened as she looked behind her constantly, making sure none had been able to follow her thus far. She began making her way down several flights of stairs back to the street when she heard a grunt from somewhere nearby that sent shivers down her spine and a panic in her gut. As her hands shook violently she noticed an open window. Quickly she sprang at the opportunity and threw one long leg inside, and then her head as she held firmly onto the sill, half-way there. Once her head was in she looked around and at the sight of someone, or something, standing she screeched quietly, immediately attempting to pull her body back outside...
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 10:01 am
T.J. had been sitting contently in his apartment, playing with his new tool set. He had managed to find the materials to start making .52 caliber rounds and had begun to pour then gunpowder into one of the empty shells when he heard a quiet scuffle. He stopped in silence for a moment to listen, now a days these paper thin walls were actually a blessing because of how quiet it had gotten in the complex, you could almost hear everything, especially in the silence of the night. He shrugged it off to be nothing more than a straggling zombie and went back to sealing up the shell when he heard the sound of footsteps on the fire escape. Now he was worried. He grabbed his .38 and stood up from his desk, opening the chamber and placing 6 shells in the revolver and closing it. As he turned to go investigate, he fell back a little and aimed his weapon upward at the window, his heart beating heavily as his breathing became more erratic. " Stop!" He shouted at the figure. It was too dark to tell but it looked to be a female, she didn't move like a walker so he let his finger stray a little farther from the trigger as he aimed at her. " What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy, get the hell in here before they see you." He demanded, moving toward her to get a better view of the woman in the dark. EDIT
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 10:15 am
At the sound of bullets being loaded into a gun and then the man's voice demanding that she stop, Anca froze awkwardly half in and half out the window, one leg on his floor and the other on the fire escape. Her eyes were lowered to the ground and she was too afraid of moving if she were to try to look up at the man who seemed to have moved cautiously forward. Her eyes closed for a minute, her whole body shaking, nerves jumping remarkably fast. Now, not only did she think there was a walker at her feet, or close behind, so she thought, but she was also quite sure there was a gun pointed right at her face. She didn't have time to curse herself for such a careless mistake when, "Not crazy, terrified only," her voice was quiet and her nervous yammer was mainly for her own sake, she doubted her words would change the situation any. When he told her to get inside, she quickly drew in her other leg behind her, spinning quickly to shut the window behind her, quietly. Her breathing was ragged as her adrenaline pumped throughout her body. She leaned on the wall, body flat against it as if it's solidity and immovability was a welcome feeling. Her chest quickly rose and fell with her breath, her eyes closing as she willed herself to calm down. Slowly, she did. Anca pushed a bit of hair back from her face and glanced across the room over at the man now, her eyes glassy and wide in the darkness, her breathing still not quite back to normal. (Edit as well! Sorry!)
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 10:34 am
T.J. lowered his guard hestitantly, the sound of the girls voice had confirmed she wasn't one of them. He let out a sigh of relief and lowered the gun to his side slowly. " Christ you scared the s**t out of me..." He muttered, mostly to himself as he slid the weapon back into his holster after she had closed the window. He let his body collapse back into the chair he had been sitting in and let his breathing calm down for a second leaving a moment of awkward silence between them, then he spoke. " I'm sorry about that but I don't really get visitors...." He said motioning toward the boarded and chained up door with his head. He stood up cautiously and walked over to a small sink in the corner of the room. " Please...make yourself at home.." He said humbly trying to make up for the way he had intorduced himself. He motioned to the small couch next to his desk. He turned around hoping he wouldn't get a knife in the back and began searching the cabinet for a can of peaches he had been saving. " So....Hi...I guess...you got a name?"
(( Haha no worries, my fault. ))
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 10:55 am
When he mentioned she scared him, she spoke, "Likewise." Her eyes followed him as he moved about the room, when he'd said he didn't get visitors, her eyes glanced at the door, all boarded and chained, and then quickly back to him again, I bet not, she thought with perhaps a little bit of humour. Anca heard his question, and for a moment she thought, Who am I again? Small fits of terrified laughter found their way to her lips and she let her body slide down the wall until she was resting on the ground, her knees in front of her as a quiet mixture of sobs and chuckles consumed her. It was the shock. She didn't know what to think. Her eyes were wet with tears from the whole trip. She'd been evading walkers even before she stepped foot in his room, and now that she was here, she was relieved, but also terrified. She was thankful the window was immediately next to her, in case she decided it was time to leave in a hurry. Anca put her delicate hands over her face, muffling the sound and hiding her features as the sobs drowned out the laughs and soon her breathing was jagged again with anxiety, yet thankfully no more tears fell.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 11:25 am
Taylor searched another minute before finding what he had been looking for. He pulled the can of peaches from the back of the cabinet where he was hiding it and popped the can open with a small knife laying on the counter next to the sink. He turned around after hearing no reply from the girl and noticed she hadn't moved. "My name is Taylor...". T.J. stood still for a moment, watching the girl. He suddenly got a feeling that seemed to make him sick to his stomach, it was the feeling of compassion or rather feeling bad for the girl. He hadn't felt the need to help anyone in a long time, and after being hardened by the wasteland he had started to forget that not everyone had lost hope like him. " Look....I won't hurt you...I promise." He said as he lifted the reolver from its holster and held it up in her view "See?" he said, then placed it on the table he was working at. He walked over to the couch and sat down facing the girl, setting the can on the table and using a fork to pick at one of the peaches. " You want some?" He asked holding the can out with one arm in her direction, hoping she didn't still view him as a threat.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 11:50 am
Anca lowered her hands from her face, swiping at her eyes to clear them, though they were still glassy. She raked a slightly shaking hand through her hair, pushing it back and looked at Taylor. She swallowed hard, "Anca. My name is Anca." She inhaled deeply and watched him through gentle eyes. When he offered her food she drug a hand through the air once, signalling she did not want any. "Thank you, though," her voice was soft, perhaps she was just being cautious of not attracting walkers. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall. For a moment it was very peaceful, and she felt very safe. Taylor didn't seem harmful, but that was the least of her worries. She would rather a human take her than one of those things outside. But he gave her no such vibe. She rested a hand on the floor next to her, fingers spread wide, gripping the ground. Again she brought her eyes to find his silhouette in the darkened room, "Was this your apparta-ment before this plague?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 12:24 pm
T.J. smiled a little after hearing her name, it was better than nothing. He nodded and shrugged when she raised her hand, eating to the halfway point of the can before setting it on the table and placing the cover back on it for later. He sat in the darkness for another moment before standing up and walking to the table, picking up a small box of matches and a new candle he returned to the table, setting both the items down before looking up to answer her question. " Yeah....you could say that..." He spoke with a bit of emotion in his voice but quickly covered it up. " It was my parents, but they were gone before it happened." He said, referring to the plague of course. He picked up a match and swiped it against the rough surface on the side of the match box. The match ignited and he slowly brought the flame to the candle, it was getting darker outside anyway. " There we go.." He said as he looked up from the candle at the girl. The candle light illuminated the girls features and in turn Taylor quietly admired them. He let his eyes meet hers and then looked back down to the box of matches to check how many were left. She wasn't a bad looker if T.J. did say so himself, and he did. " So...what uh..brings you to this part of the city, you know its not very pretty this time of year?" He said hinting at a bit of humuor in the question to try and lighten the mood.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 12:59 pm
"I like the people out here, " Anca began seriously, "They can never keep their hands off you," she implied the walkers now, playing along with his joke, a crooked smile growing on her face. The light was much appreciated. Now she could see Taylor was much younger than she first thought, when she was going off of voices alone. He still looked fairly older than her, not that she minded a single bit.. She licked her lips and clasped her hands, her fingers tangling together nervously. Anca suddenly became very aware that the clothes she was wearing were quite dirty. Well, it's still pretty dark in here, she justified to herself. Her eyes drifted to the side as she peered out the window soundlessly. It was completely dark outside. It would be hard to navigate in this. "Nice place, though," Anca said admiring his apartment. It was somewhat awkward, though... She'd never had to praise someone on their walker-proofed home. Not that she was lying, it just seemed an awkward and out of place thing to say. After a moment her eyes moved back to him, boldly looking him over, a certain small satisfaction curling at the corner of her mouth.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 1:34 pm
Taylor let a small laugh escape his lips, a little embarrassed but at the same time it felt good to finally laugh with someone. He couldn't remember the last time he had. "Thanks...." He said in reply to her comment, looking out the window as well at the darkness, letting reality set back in for a moment. He snapped out of it and blinked, moving his gaze back over to Anca briefly to find her doing the same. He wasn't quite sure how to react so he timidly turned away and stood up from the couch, walking over to the desk. He pulled the chair out and sat so he was facing both her and the desk, then grabbed a nail file and one of the .52 caliber rounds and began filing down the inconsistancies on the round itself. He was almost forcing himself to stay focused but he couldn't resist a glance up in her direction every so often. " You can sit on the couch you know...I gurantee its more comfortable..."
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 1:58 pm
Slowly, Anca let her legs lift her from the ground and quietly move across the room to where he had been on the couch. She sat down in the corner of it, facing more towards him than anything. She rested her elbow on the armrest and nestled down into it, her legs stretched out in front of her, "It's been a long time since I've so much as seen one of these." The simple pleasures in the new world... After leaning her head back against the soft couch, her eyes batted closed and she sighed. Several moments past by and she could feel that she might fall asleep if she remained like this, so she leaned forward, putting her elbows in her knees and resting her chin on her hands. At first she was looking at the candle on the table, the way the light passed over the objects in the room. Again her eyes came to rest on Taylor, and then more than just him. What he was doing. "Reloading your own cartridges?" she asked, not a whole lot of emotion in her voice, just trying to make small talk, be casual. She felt bad about invading his home like this, but she was thinking what she would have done had the situation been flipped... Very similar situations from her speculations.
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