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Post by Teacakes on Jan 15, 2014 7:38:53 GMT
I think this fan fic might be ending soon.
I'm sorry that when it does the ending seems a bit rushed from where I'm standing.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 15:32:31 GMT
Now where's Jasper He's not coming. I'VE BEEN DUPED!
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Post by Teacakes on Jan 15, 2014 15:49:55 GMT
I had no intentions to ever add him.
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Post by Teacakes on Jan 15, 2014 16:18:58 GMT
I have to stay strong.... She wouldn't want me to get upset. After the sudden rush of emotion, Molly had fled room 407 and abandoned her search of the higher floors and gone down to the ground floor. At the moment she was studying the chained lock on the basement doors.
She lifted her ice pick and swung it at the chain. Sadly the chain did not break only rattle. She snorted and glanced around at her surroundings. The keys must be here somewhere. She thought. Molly walked up to the desk and rooted around in the drawers with no such luck. "I bet if the guard were here, he'd have 'em" she muttered.
"The guard, that's it! He might still be here only... As one of them. It's a oneshot but it's worth a try"
She wandered aimlessly around the ground floor for some time until she came across what seemed to be growling coming from the elevator which currently not working, of course. Using Hilda she began to pry open the doors. She had almost got them fully open when the guard she had been looking for came staggering out of the darkness and launched himself towards her. Molly quickly stepped out of the elevator, the zombie guard became trapped between the doors.
His ribs cracked as the pressure of the doors began to crush him. Molly lifted the ice pick and brought it down upon his head, a loud hiss came from exposed brain and skull, blood trickling from the hole in its head.
She ripped the blade of the ice pick from his skull and knelt down, patting down his pockets until she came across the key's. "Finally... Lets hope this wasn't all for nothing"
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Post by Teacakes on Jan 15, 2014 17:45:33 GMT
It took several tries with several different keys to open the basement lock. With a small creek the door swung open and Molly trudged down the stairs.
The basement was filled with darkness, barely touched by light. A dripping of eater from a leaking pipe was the only sound that echoed through the emptiness. Molly's eyes took some time to adjust as she walked steadily through the shadows when she kicked something, the object clattered along the ground. She picked up the object, feeling it with her hands and studying its shape.
It was a pistol.
A geek came from the darkness, launching itself on top of her. Molly quickly pressed the pistol against the geeks head and pulled the trigger, the gun fired and blood sprayed out of one side of the geeks head. Thank god it was loaded. She gradually got to her feet when two more geeks came staggering from the darkness.
Molly acted quickly, swinging Hilda round and scraping one of the geeks cheek, cutting the skin. The geeks neck cracked as the blow forced its head sideways. It's neck remained hanging by it's shoulder as it recoiled, moving towards her once again. She swung the ice pick upwards, stabbing it through the jaw and cutting into the brain. The geek fell as she pulled the ice pick out and kicked the other geek in the chest, and swinging the ice pick horizontally and stabbing it in the side of the head. It's body went slack and fell to the ground.
Molly breathed heavily, staring at each body that littered the basement floor and then at the gun in her hand....
Molly stared at the gun that she had placed down on her 'bed'. By 'bed' it was more of a mattress made up with a blanket and pillow. Crawford rules requested that all survivors carried a gun on their person 24/7. It's surprising that no one has turned on each other yet. She reached for the pistol and clutched it in her hand. No more medicine.... No more hope for her... Maybe I could... Maybe I could end it for her.... It would be better if I do it rather than-
"Sis?" A quiet voice called out to her.
"Aren't you suppose to be asleep?" Molly questioned.
"I was but you were talking to yourself."
"I was? What did I say?" Molly hadn't realised that words that had been forming inside her head had also come from her mouth as well.
"I don't know, it was hard to make out. Sis what are you doing with that-" her sister's eyes met with the gun in Molly's hand. "Wh- what are you doing?!" She yelled suddenly, sitting up.
"Nothing. Hilda. Go back to sleep" Molly told her.
"No way, not until you tell me what's going on! You've been acting strangely ever since you came back from Dr Logan. Is there something you're not telling me" Hilda asked, a scornful look on her face.
Molly sighed sadly "What I'm going to tell you is going to be hard to hear" she said.
"Just tell me" Hilda demanded. "Please"
Molly opened her mouth, and clenched her jaw, unable to form the words. You're going to die... You're going to die... You're going to die!!! "Dr Logan cut the deal- can't afford to support us- you with medicine anymore."
"Wh-what?"
"I- I can't provide you with insulin... You're going to get worse and sick and then-" Molly let out a small sob. "I'm so sorry..."
"Wh- what are we going to do?". Hilda looked towards the gun on Molly's bed. "Were you going to-"
"Of course not! I would never do that to you, NEVER!"
"But you were thinking about it"
"I'll get you insulin somehow I promise!"
"How?!" Hilda yelled, tears forming in her eyes.
"I don't know! I need- I need time to figure it out. But whatever happens I'll protect you... I promise. I won't let them take you away, I won't let them harm you"
"You can't promise that...." Hilda whispered softly.
"Go back to sleep. We'll discuss it more in the morning" Molly told her.
"But-" she began.
"Enough, Hilda!"
Hilda looked at Molly sadly before resting her head on her pillow and turning away, her back to her. Molly stared at the gun once again and in a blind rage scooped it up and threw it at the wall.
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Post by Teacakes on Jan 15, 2014 18:14:05 GMT
So... What do you think?
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Post by Master Psychic on Jan 15, 2014 18:17:31 GMT
Cool and awesome.
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Post by Michael7123 on Jan 15, 2014 18:18:15 GMT
Great job so far TKA. Your writing has improved dramatically.
Also, my fic just updated too. (Nudge)
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Post by Teacakes on Jan 15, 2014 18:20:50 GMT
Thanks Mike. You just love hinting your fic in your posts, don't you?
Also... The origin of 'Hilda' the ice pick... Did you like that?
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Post by Michael7123 on Jan 15, 2014 18:23:24 GMT
Thanks Mike. You just love hinting your fic in your posts, don't you? Also... The origin of 'Hilda' the ice pick... Did you like that? Yeah, I liked that. Great job. And I'm the worlds biggest feedback whore. Get used to it.
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Post by Teacakes on Jan 15, 2014 18:25:13 GMT
Alright. I will.
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Post by Teacakes on Jan 15, 2014 20:24:03 GMT
I thought you'd be better off without me.... Molly stared at the dead body of Lee that she had come across while scouting for supplies. She couldn't believe it, it felt so surreal. I left the group so you or anyone else wouldn't have to make a tough decision on who would get on the boat or not... Maybe if I had stayed this might not have happened. Lee was handcuffed to a radiator, his other limb cut hacked off. His head was leant to one side, a bullet shape hole in his skull, blood trickling down his face. "What the hell happened, Lee?!" She demanded, yelling at the already decaying body and almost expecting an answer. "What happened to you? To everyone else? Where are they? Am I.... Am I truly alone?" "Lee..." I should never have come here....
"Hilda! No!" Molly yelled as Oberson's followers marched her sister out into the street, a crowd of Crawford survivors already gathering. "Molly!" Hilda cried on the edge of tears. Oberson's followers threw Hilda towards the ground, she collided with it and gasped in surprise. She lie there in the pouring rain, soaked in the puddles that had collected on the road. She was to weak to stand, her skin pale white, her body frail. "DON'T TOUCH HER! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER!" Molly yelled, she two was almost crying. "You know the rules. No sick are allowed in Crawford." Oberson's followers replied coldly. "Molly..." Hilda whimpered as she lie on the ground. Molly made a move to go to her but the men in front of her stopped her from approaching. "Please... Please don't take my sister... Please!" Molly pleaded, her legs began to quake, she felt like she was going to collapse. Oberson's followers gave each a small glance before ignoring Molly's pleading and moving towards Hilda. "STOP!" There was a click from Molly's pistol as she snapped off the safety and pressed it into the back of one of the men's head. "Put the gun down, now!" His comrade demanded. "Leave my sister alone!" Molly yelled, her face red with anger. "Molly-" Hilda whispered, her voice strained. Molly's attention was drawn to Hilda, her teenage sister that she had promised her she would protect. That was her mistake. Just one glance ended it all and sealed Hilda's fate.... As Molly turned her attention back to Oberson's followers it was too late, as one of the men swung his fist violently, knocking her out....
The geeks didn't bother Molly anymore as she trudged towards the harbour at the end of river street. At first the undead didn't take much notice but eventually caught onto her scent and followed from behind. I sympathised with her... My mistake got her killed.... I took my eyes off them... I got her killed.... It's my fault... All my fault...
Molly was in a daze as she reached the mound of dead bodies, rotting corpses blocking off the entrance to Crawford. Some were alive, hung up, impaled on spikes. It was something beyond human, something that Crawford had gradually become... They were as bad as the dead around them... Worse. In the days of the apocalypse it's the living you should fear most. She's amongst them somewhere...
She heard the moaning of the large horde of geeks behind her and slowly turned to face them... 1 month later
A blizzard raged on around her as she trudged through the white gleaming snow. Her eyes stung, the dampness of her hood and hair clung to her face. She shivered, a cold chill rushed up her spine. She clenched a blood soaked Hilda in her num hand, the crimson liquid dripping from the blade. The shambling dead corpses around her seemed frozen, struggling to move in the cold winter air. Her body swayed, knocked by the harsh wind, causing her to stumble. She huffed, her white mask with flecks of blood covered her mouth. She continued to march upwards towards the unknown, the moaning and groaning of the geeks no longer bothered her. She moved out of sight, lost in the white cloak of the raging storm.
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Post by Teacakes on Jan 15, 2014 20:30:49 GMT
Sorry if that ending felt rushed.
If you want to recommend anything for me to improve, let me know.
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Post by Master Psychic on Jan 15, 2014 20:41:57 GMT
Nice fan fic, TKA.
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Post by IDEK on Jan 15, 2014 20:44:16 GMT
Felt a bit Rushed by still cool.
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