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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Cake or Death?


I'll have the cake please...

M.


Posted on 2010-09-08 at 16:49:07.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: How will this end?


Murph hunkered down beside her on the floor, and sometimes she was amazed how well his proximity seemed to soothe her, “How ya doin’, Amber?”

"I'm still here..." she said quietly.

Haven't slit my wrists or drowned in the candy I picked up...

“Gettin’ closer, baby,” he murmured softly as he tugged on the sheathe of the machete he’d just lashed to the pack and ensuring it would hold without a problem, “We’ll get us a few more supplies, get hunkered down in this place that Steve’s talkin’ about, and then we’ll go get Josh. You just hang with me…” He flicked her a wink, then, but, otherwise, didn’t wait for her to reply.

She was glad he had not spared her another look, but had instead looked back into the shadowed bowels of the store, because suddenly she waivered again.

Getting close to what exactly?

We aren't getting anywhere Tom. And every moment I spend sitting here taping things to my bag I could be out looking for Josh.

And what if it's too late?

What if I waited too long?

What if he ends up like that kid in that movie about the pets? Cute little kid... running up and down the halls with that syringe... just wanting to play. And he did, with a nice lethal injection into his mother.

Or that other one... up in Alaska... that little girl hiding in the shadows just waiting for a meal.

No more playing patty-cake for those children.

Or worse yet... what if he was just gone? Laying out in the yard like those bodies were laying in the car wreck... rotting slowly in the elements?

Or if the shadows simply ate him... ate him like they would eat the rest of them one by one...


The world began to spin around her, and even though her stomach was empty she felt she might vomit. Shadows that dipped between the aisles stretched out blood encrusted tentacles toward her like some Lovecraft novel come to life.

Her fingers reached out toward her bag, knowing almost instinctively that the means to stop all of this for awhile, or permamently if she choose, were buried inside of it. But before they dissapeared into the bag a shred of sanity came flittering back. Roughly she grabbed the zipper pull to the bag and yanked it closed.

Still needing something to do they then reached for the tails of Tom's blue work shirt and tied them into a knot at her belly, pulling the shirt closer to her and further wrapping herself up in him and his scent.

Hold on to that Amber... and know that Phillip will do everything he can to protect Joshua... that you'll go find him safe and sound as soon as it is reasonable to.

As she stood up though, slinging the bag over her shoulder and letting the hatchet hang at her side she could still hear that little boy's voice in her head from the movie, 'Want to play?'

“C’mon, folks,” Tom urged, “if we’re hopin’ to do any grocery shoppin’ before we find us a hotel, we need to wrap this up!”


Posted on 2010-09-08 at 02:25:10.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: :)




I was jking. I wasn't actually planning on having the crowbar accessible in an instant. Amber is certianly planning on carrying said crowbar for a longer distance than a few floors in an elevator so would put on more tape... it's also taped to a bag instead of a pretty sexy sweaty bare back... heavy canvas likely bonds better with duct tape than sweat... oh... and that was also christmas mailing tape not 300 mph tape... and yeah... I'm not Bruce. Just giving you a hard time

M.


Posted on 2010-09-07 at 18:27:51.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: But but...


Bruce Willis quick drew that hand gun!

Then again... I guess I'm not Bruce Willis.

M.


Posted on 2010-09-07 at 18:18:30.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Well there...


To get us moving...

I can edit/backpost as needed but figured that moved us forward.

Also addressed the weapon issue. Let me know if I stepped out of line anywhere Olan.

M.


Posted on 2010-09-07 at 17:59:12.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Lizzie didn't do it... but if she did this would have been one sweet weapon...


Amber followed Emily (Little Miss Goody Two Shoes) to the back, she tried to make small talk about the girl’s medical training as she went.

“Harvard Medical eh? Must have made your parents proud…” etc…

Mostly just to try and get over the creeping fear of the shadows that leered at her in the pharmacy’s aisles of candy. When they got there and began to stock up she paused before one of the bottles she recognized from her days with Daniel. It looked much like the others around it, however she knew it was something special. Something that before all of this went down would go for a decent price in the right parking lot.

When she had played around with these things she had stuck mainly to the drugs that came in perfect little pill forms, with numbers, letters and lines imprinted on them. Knowing they were designed by scientists and put together in laboratories approved by the FDA made her more comfortable than the mysterious powders put together by some stoned out kid in his parent’s basement.

Making sure Emily was looking the other direction she had reached out and grabbed the bottle, quickly shoving it into her bag.

What would the future doctor have to say about that? What would she have to say about you in general come to think about it? Sure I’ve cleaned up a lot… (if you ignored the bottle you just secreted in your bag) but some people still can’t look past what you were… although does it matter much now anyway? She continued to think along these lines as she passed down the aisle, tipping two or three other bottles that she thought might be nice for personal use as she went.

Up front she could hear the men talking again, discussing their supplies. Hurriedly she took the book bag with her stash and gathered up a few other items she thought would be useful before joining everyone up front.

As she slung the bag over her shoulder she happened to catch a flicker of ‘Murphy’ written on the patch over her heart. Almost guiltily she raised her gaze through her dark lashes and found him standing amongst the others, directing them out of the store.

And more importantly what will he think? Will he want to stick around when he finds out you spent a year taking your clothes off for other men? Will he want to carry you around when you get yourself doped up?

You’re a mess dear.


She took a deep breath, passed Murph a weary smile and then stepped out into the sunlight again. It felt good to be back in the light to be where she could see everything. The feeling would not last long, for soon their little band wound their way into the shadows of the hardware store.

A quick survey of the building brought on one level of disappointment. No pants. The tiny little black skirt would have to continue to suffice for now. However there was a shining hatchet hanging off a peg in one aisle. Gathering it into her hands she went back to the front of the store, waiting for the men to figure out the more complicated weapons.

She sat down on the floor a decent distance from any windows and the darkest of shadows and began to better arrange her pack while she waited, including strapping the crowbar to the back of her bag with a roll of duct tape she had swiped from the checkout counter. Now and then she glanced up to look out the window or down the rows of tools at her companions.


Posted on 2010-09-07 at 17:58:16.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Ohhh...


Clear Plastic Coveralls... sexy

Um... wait this is PG... nm

Hatchet please.

Domo arigato.

M.

Posted on 2010-09-07 at 16:33:34.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Hardware Store


Thanks for moving us on...

And lets see... shopping list for hardware store.

Well although it makes me sad to let go of the 'Hollywood' look Amber's got going on a real pair of pants would be good, painter's bibs, coveralls, jeans... whatever they might have that would protect her currently rather bare legs...

Ohhh... and an ax... or perhaps a smaller hatchet (she's not that big/strong, flexible yes... strong no).

She'll leave the rest of the 'tools' up to the boys.
She got what she needed in the pharmacy

M.


Posted on 2010-09-07 at 16:12:55.
Edited on 2010-09-07 at 16:13:48 by Merideth

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: You know...


Eol's post count wouldn't be nearly so high if he could finish a thought in a post instead of using three posts to get his point across.

M.


Posted on 2010-09-07 at 14:31:07.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: be patient Gruggster


I realize you live up in the frigid north... but here in America it's a holiday weekend. We've been busy stuffing our faces with braut's and drinking down soda and beer.

We'll get the plot moving again soon.

M.


Posted on 2010-09-06 at 20:13:54.

Topic: Hi Hi
Subject: Well hello!


Good to finally met the prodigy child. Here is an official welcome to you. Hope you enjoy reading all of our work and maybe get brave enough to post some yourself.

M.

Posted on 2010-09-05 at 17:01:49.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Oh!


I know weekends are usually slow with this game... but thought I would mention I'm taking off tomorrow, so for the next four days my time will be spotty. Got a big furniture move planned (don't worry... I'm just supervising for the big stuff, I can carry blankets and such until I get too tired).

I'm pretty caught up though right now... so all should be good

M.


Posted on 2010-09-02 at 20:46:42.

Topic: LD Filler: The New Adventure
Subject: Yeah...


There is no need to comment, Reddit says it all

It's at like 23 up and 8 down



Way to go!

M.


Posted on 2010-09-02 at 18:30:46.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: But!!


But you look so good in a black and red command uniform.

M.


Posted on 2010-09-02 at 15:27:19.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: :)


Well I'll run my shopping list past you via PM. Anything not found here she'll look for over at Treasure Island when/if they get there

M.


Posted on 2010-09-02 at 14:38:10.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Personally...


I'm more worried about what is buried in the TP!

Oh... and to help out a bit. Olan actually said in his post describing the store that there were backpacks. So we are good on that front.

I'm going to assume that this is like the Walgreens by my house and will work up a shopping list for Amber to run by the DM

Not that it will probably matter much, she'll probably die soon, but hey I'm stickler for details.

((You know speaking of details for Olan's games... I did make it through all of the ST:NG episodes in prep for the Trek game finally ))

M.


Posted on 2010-09-02 at 14:20:41.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: :)


Well boss, glad to hear I'm living up to expectations still.

God I can't wait to get her on drugs!

M.


Posted on 2010-09-01 at 16:58:07.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: This weeks special!


Amber followed Murph down the street and to the front of the Save-Rite. At the door the other ‘boys’ were engaging in a competition of ‘whose got the biggest ****.’ It reminded her of Daniel, and not in a good way. However, she had learned over the years not to get in the way of such a pissing contest, you only got peed on.

And we’ve had enough of that today haven’t we? she thought to herself with bitter wryness.

So instead of focusing on the boys she did what she used to in these situations, she turned her attention to something more interesting. Without Tom’s arms around her she found the shadows were creeping back. They hung heavily over the racks that she could make out through the large glass windows.

Why aren’t they broken? They should be broken like every other one on this street…

The fact that they weren’t broken was just as comforting as it was worrisome. The glass provided a barrier between her and the dark ink spots inside of the store. At the same time it caught the glare of the sun and made it hard for her to follow the paths of the inky spots. Something was moving inside, she was certain; something that called those shadows home. No matter how hard she squinted, though, she could not distinguish it completely.

It was yet again Tom who brought her thoughts back into the light, turning with his SLP poised for action. “You guys just stay put a minute, all right…”

Amber realized then that the pissing contest was over and the drug store was about to be breeched. She opened her mouth to speak, but the look of worry and frustration washing over Tom’s features told her she didn’t need to. Even if he hadn’t seen what she had

Was anyone seeing it Amber, or just you?

He at least expected it. A momentarily blink passed an apology over to her before he headed into the shadows after the boys. She watched through the sun-glared window as the three made tenuous steps inside and were at least not immediately mauled to death. Murph turned back then and signaled the all clear.
Amber was the last to go in, pausing a moment at the door and locking her eyes on Tom’s.

I don’t want to go in… please dear God tell me it’s safe. It’s so dark… so dark…

Safe as houses baby… I promised I’d take care of you… he seemed to smile back as he touched her shoulder and ushered her inside.

The inside of the store was like a pure nightmare. She could not avoid the shadows and felt their oily touch move over her skin. Swallowing hard she attempted to control the fear that grew so intensely inside of her she was certain it would appear on an x-ray as some vicious tumor. It was not working that well though, and she stood fixed on the white tile of the entrance staring. Eyes peered at her from the cosmetics aisle

Those foundations will never match your rosy complexion though… should have tried the suntan lotion perhaps…

; fingers danced across boxes of candy

Not the kind you are looking for though, Bon-Bon’s won’t help control this will they? But will some Vitamin R help? Or just make this worse?

Amber’s head spun as she watched the shadows move and shift.

“What the… Hey! Whoa!!!” Murph’s voice cried out over her shoulder and she caught a glimpse of real movement as he swung his gun toward the shadows. She followed the aim and every drop of blood in her body seemed to turn to dust.

Oh God… they really did move…

Her grip on the crow bar tightened as a figure seemingly was birthed of the shadows. Under the skin, still slick with the shadows oils, her biceps tensed as they prepared to swing if the shadow creature came within reach.

But things did not go as she had thought they would. Instead of charging the shadow creature seemed to turn as if to run from them. There was no inhuman cry that should have bounced off the aisles and mirrors hanging in the drug store. Instead she heard Murph begin to stumble over words behind her.

“Wait… wait… it’s all right, man. We ain’t here to hurt ya… it’s all right… My name’s Murph. Murphy… Tommy… Tom Murphy…”

Amber let her gaze wander from the shadow creature’s retreat long enough to look at Murph and make sure he was being serious. He seemed to be, with his weapon lowered and a smile cracking over his face.

If he’s serious about talking to it… then…

Quickly she swung her eyes back at the figure and really tried to look at it this time. Murph could be right, it could be just another survivor, like them, not like those things outside.

God… you’re seeing things moving in the shadows that aren’t there… and a moment ago you were ready to swing a crowbar on a fellow human being. So much for keeping yourself together Amber… at this rate a few Vitamin R’s won’t hurt a thing… and a Lude or two? Hell maybe three… to block it all out once the jitters stopped from the R’s?

She shook her head to clear it.

You gave that up for Josh. Don’t fall back down the rabbit hole now, Josh could still need you. And what would Tom think of you popping pills?

Dark eyes refocused on Tom a moment as he tried to reason with the man

shadow creature

Who backed away from them.

She didn’t answer herself. Instead she took a few steps further into the drug store, shivering as the heavy oil seemed to suck her in. At the checkout counter she stopped and leaned over, putting the crowbar on the counter as she rested much of her weight on her hands. A flyer displaying sales on mundane items like toilet paper, soda and lipstick stared back up at her from another dimension.

“Tom’s right… I think you scared us as much as we scared you. We just… needed some medicine and supplies.” Amber added to Murph’s attempt at a speech, but never raised her eyes from the toilet paper ad.

I never used that brand… the quilted kind was better… but that is a really good price for 24 rolls... of course now… now it’s free which is even better… except the toilets don’t flush…


Posted on 2010-09-01 at 16:48:57.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Wait... what?


Ohhh... I'm not calling him.

He stalks me with PM's when he should be working... *nod*

M.


Posted on 2010-09-01 at 14:52:21.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Gruggles?


He might eat us before the zombies have a chance!

Ohh... and yes lovely work UncleDog.

Will be interesting to have you in the group.

I'm trying to work up Amber's response today. I'd probably do better if Eol would actually go answer a phone instead of sending me PM's though

M.


Posted on 2010-09-01 at 14:35:59.

Topic: Hello, Hello
Subject: Wait a second...


Eol has a hole? And somehow I'm semi-responsible for putting him in it? When did all of this go down?

Ohh... and hello!

Welcome to the Inn and all that Jazz... jump in, let us know if you have any questions/get lost...

Glad to have you onboard!

M.


Posted on 2010-08-31 at 19:53:24.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: This is Eol's fault...


“I don’t like it…” Amber said softly, “everything else around here is destroyed, and yet the buildings we came in search for look as if they are ready to open for business as soon as the employees return and the power comes back on. They are dark… I don’t like it Tom… I’m not sure I can go in…”

“I don’t like it, either, ba… Amber. I don’t like any of it. Given the choice, though, I’d rather take my chances in those…” he nodded to the pharmacy and hardware store “…than over there…” he tipped his head to the grocery. “Broken windows mean that anything and everything can come and go as it pleases and, since everything looks untouched over here, my guess is that we’ll only have to deal with whatever was inside before this all started; not with anything that might have wandered in afterwards…”

Tears began to wet her eyes again and she ripped her vision from Tom to look at the pharmacy again. “Maybe I can… It still isn’t right… something isn’t right…”

“I know,” he whispered, wrapping his arm around her now and preparing to hold her if she broke down into tears again, “None of this is right… but… we need to do this if we’re gonna make it that way…”

What if can’t be made right? What if it isn’t hunger that is ripping through my belly but the motherly instinct that says my baby is gone? Her thoughts began to swirl again, dancing with images of those pills and how they could take it all away. Sobs gathered in the back of her throat, but then she felt him pull her close again, and felt the gentleness in the kiss he laid against her hair.

Immediately she eased in his embrace, and found that pills weren’t the only thing that could at least temporarily take it all away.

“…and I need you to keep me focused on that, okay?”

I need you

For a moment her thoughts drifted back a few months.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
July 20, 2014

A few minutes ago Amber had tipped a smile to Murph while he dug his keys out of his pocket before heading out to his truck. Now she was entering the information off his credit slip into the register. Three beers, a burger with extra pickles (which she had never charged him extra for), and nearly a 50% tip. She smiled a little bit and entered the amounts on the touch screen.

Patty came up behind her, rubbing the inside of a glass clean with a white towel. “Another nice tip…” he said with a voice that implied more than what was said outloud.

A tap of ‘OK’ sent the credit request over the wires and she turned to give him an exasperated look. “Come on Pat. You of all people should not be trying to push anything…”

“An why exactly is that?”

“He’s a customer. And a good one at that.”

“I’m familiar with the concept of a customer Amber. Just don’t think that has anything to do with the sparks that keep flying across my bar whenever the two of you are in the same room.”

She laughed and turned from him to tidy up the bowls of peanuts sitting on the bar. “Pat… really. There isn’t anything special going on. I gave you my resume, you know that I flirt with customers to get tips, I do it with everyone, Tom is no different. I work at creating those ‘sparks’ Pat. That’s why you hired me. I’ve turned down several other offers from customers to go out, and you’ve never said a thing. Besides… he’s never asked. And let’s say he did. When would I find time to go on a date with him anyway? Although let’s say hypothetically that he asked, I said yes, and the planets aligned themselves long enough for me to go on this date… what if it didn’t work out? You’d lose a customer, and I’d lose those nice tips. Is that worth it?”

“I never said nuthin’ about those other guys because they wouldn’t be good for you. I like you, and I like Murph… and not just as a good waitress and a regular customer. There is something there… and I’d like to see you both happy. I’d like to see him get over what that ex-wife did to him… I’d like to see you with a man who would be good enough to be a father to Josh… and yeah that would be worth the risk…”

Amber set down the little wooden bowl she had just filled with peanuts by combining the remains of the surrounding bowls. The empty bowls were shoved toward Pat as she shot him a glare that said he’d gone too far. “You need some more nuts… and I’ve got beer to take to table three.” Her voice was level but edged enough to end the discussion.

* * *

Most nights Amber drove home after work, leaving Joshua at her brother’s house so he could get a full night of sleep. She would pick him up in the morning to spend those few precious hours with him before returning him to her sister-in-law’s care. On nights like these though she couldn’t bear going home to an empty house and used her key to slip quietly into her brother’s house instead. Joshua slept in the spare bedroom and she curled up on the bed with him. In a few years she wouldn’t be able to do this, but tonight she held him tightly to her, feeling the slow steady sleep breathing and the softness of his dark curls. In the darkness she cried whispering her regrets to her sleeping child.

“I’m sorry Joshua… I’m lonely… I wanted so much more than this. And you deserve a father. Not just an uncle, but a father. But I’ve never been very good at picking men. I’d rather you go without a father than be raised by the kinds of guys I’ve gotten involved with before. I hope you never have to met Daniel… as awful as that sounds. Tom seems like a good enough guy… he’s probably be good for both of us, but I’m scared Josh. One day I hope you’ll forgive me for that. It takes all my courage just to stay straight and be your mother. I do my best… and I’m sorry it won’t ever be enough…”

Eventually she drifted asleep and fell into a familiar dream:

Joshua was a bit older, but she could still recognize him. She was looking out a window into a back yard (a real backyard, not the small grassless playground behind her apartment building), where Joshua’s laughter rang out from. He was being chased through the yard by a man, they both had water guns and laughed while spraying each other. She smiled and stepped through a door into the yard, holding up her hands to show she wasn’t armed. The man looked over and smiled, “Well there is your beautiful mother…” Some nights that man had Daniel’s face, most of the time though his face was unfamiliar to her, simply an attractive ‘poster’ man… tonight though it was Tom. Tom who pulled her into his arms and kissed her, Tom who smiled down at her son as if Josh were his own, Tom who turned the small duo she had into a family.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You know… you should…” she started to speak quietly against his shirt, but whatever else she might have said then was cut off as Emily shrieked a stream of hysterical curses.

Amber turned her head and looked at the younger woman, oddly calm yet sympathetic. Well we’ve all had our breakdowns now haven’t we? Perhaps I’m not the only one that could benefit from a little ‘pharmaceutical assistance.’ Not that I’m sure I could ever get little miss-goody-two-shoes to agree with me.

"Let's just go, alright?" Emily finished up, "I-I want to get out of here as soon as possible."

“Yeah,” Murph whispered, his eyes finding Amber again for an instant before turning once more to the undamaged store-fronts, “The sooner we get in, the sooner we get out…” for a fraction of a second, he found his hold on Amber tightening a bit more “…and the sooner we get you to Joshua. You just stick with me, baby, and we’ll get out of this just fine… I promise...” then he let her go and made for the door of the Save-Rite.

A chill washed over her the moment he no longer held her. She stared at him for a moment as he walked away. How many times had she done that in the last eight or nine months?

The sooner we get you to Joshua

I need you

You should have asked me out in January Tom; and I should have said yes.


She finished the sentence that had been cut off by Emily a moment ago. Flicking a glance to the others she started to follow Tom toward the drug store, with the knowledge that she would be following him until whatever end God had planned for them.


Posted on 2010-08-30 at 19:37:22.
Edited on 2010-08-30 at 19:37:52 by Merideth

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: :)


Ohh... welcome Uncle Dog.

Judge Dredd huh? Any relation to Judge Doom?

M.

Posted on 2010-08-30 at 15:39:50.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: *GRIN*


Come on... it'll be great!

She's practically hallucinating sober

She'll be even better at keeping you guys on your toes if she's hopped up on something

M.


Posted on 2010-08-27 at 16:36:37.

Topic: Loaded Dice #55: A Burning Desire
Subject: phsawww


Haven't you ever been to a Ren Faire?

*gets a dreamy look* I still remember that lovely half dressed hunk of a man playing with that flaming whip... the beads of sweat glistening off him...

Ummm... was that off topic?

M.


Posted on 2010-08-27 at 16:25:59.

 


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