Hurricane Harbour || Seth + Sparks
It was hard to grasp but the storm had kicked in an extra gear. It seemed to rain with a resentful fury, as if mother nature was trying to get back at the pest that had polluted her so much in the last year, trying to wash herself clean from any trace of the filth that was the human race. Every drop could be heard from behind the concrete walls, like small stones striking the walls from the outside. Thousands and thousands of small stones. Thunder overlapped the sounding rain occasionally, the walls of the decimated building reverberating with its intensity. Yet despite the storm (seeming more like a hurricane) the shuffling sound of the deceased creatures was still audible.
The tall man followed closely behind her, walking long, slow and careful strides up the stairs, keeping his weapon aimed upwards to the direction they walked, pointing beyond his companion. His senses diverted from his front vision to his back, just in case one of them had somehow crept up without him noticing. From his peripheral vision, he could distinguish the
attractivefigure of the blonde, as it tensely made its way up the stairs. The blonde… he mused as his body moved automatically, briefly indulging the fact that a beautiful woman had crossed his path and now were seeking refuge together. It may be my lucky- Dark eyes snapped out of his daydream, taking a step back, readjusting his aim and abruptly refocusing his eyes. The iron sight stared down at a creature, frantically moving to keep its head on target as the blonde screamed out. Gotta hit the brain. Gotta hit the brain. His mind recited quickly and demanding, every muscle of him tensing in adrenaline and the terrifying fact that he did not have a shot. The blonde staggered back slightly and reacted, stabbing the creature. Seth let out an inaudible gasp and his aim lowered a little as the small sense of hope that had crept up him soon banished when he noticed the biter kept snapping its teeth at her with hunger. His aim returned, as well as the tense sensations. Dont miss. Dont miss! DONT MISS! A wet cracking sound and then silence. Seth stared breathless, completely frozen. A soft, gurgling exhale and the blonde pulled out her knife from its eye socket and stabbed it down its skull for good measure. Finally, Seth let up his stance and stared as how the blonde let the attacking monster drop beside her and stood up from her knees, seemingly unfazed. Dark eyes caught a small glimpse of her own. She looked untouched but her eyes were filled with adrenaline and fear. She had been shook to her core and still kept control. But before they could exchange a high-five celebration, she motioned upwards to which Seth responded with his tactical stance and took the lead himself.He stared down the three creatures. Two men. Putrid and bloodied. Their clothes a matching uniform of what reminded him of hotel ushers. But behind them was what caused real terror. A woman. Large and obese. Her every limb was bulging with rotten flesh as it let out a horrible grumble and began to wobble its way past the creatures and knocking one of them to the ground. Seth felt his own adrenaline rise alongside his dread within him and without looking, he raised his arm to the blondes chest and pushed her back as he took two, almost casual steps forward. Yes, stealth was king in times like these. Yes, every bullet counts. And yes, planning each action you took could be the difference between life and walking death. But Seth had never seen something so massive, fast and potentially dangerous besides a large number of them hurdling around a leaking propane tank. Seth knew that most of the times, being quiet would save your ass without doubt. But that one time, on the third floor of the derelict building, was not one of those times. Seth raised his weapon, its iron sights dead on the creatures head as he walked towards it. A flick of his thumb and the safety was off. His index finger curled on the trigger and began to pull. Seven rounds. Seven rounds is all I need.
BAM!
One. The woman twisted to her side as the .45 round entered her shoulder that caused her to slow on her trajectory. Quickly turning back and resuming her wobble with a resentful growl.
BAM!
Two. Now it stopped abruptly. Her body and limbs swaying to keep its body on balance as black goo began to leak from her wide chest. It looked down at the wound and looked back up, the features twisting in an enraging anger. A rumbling gurgle was rising from her throat but before it could howl in a vengeful scream, she froze
BAM!
Three. The large creature’s head jerked back as the third round entered and exited its skull. Limbs fell limply to their sided and it stood for a few seconds right before it began to lean back and fall over with a royal tremble. The sound made Seth’s stomach turn as it sounded quite literally like a sack full of guts. The fallen usher had finally stood up when the other was only a few feet away from him, its dead claw like hands stretching for him. A quick readjustment and he pulled
BAM! BAM!
Both ushers fell as the smoking barrel aimed at the closest one. One of its hands had fallen outwards, resting on the steel toe tip of his boot. Seth grimaced and kicked it away. “Five…” he breathed out, letting up his stance to survey the dead end hall. He turned slightly and waved at the blonde towards him. “C’mon, we should clear the rooms. Find one that we can use.” Did you just suggestively say to find a room for you two? He shook his head, mumbling a rephrase. “Err, I meant, to rest, okay? Nothing more. Nothing… wrong.” Smooth. A sigh. “Just… watch your step.” He said, walking over the dead man. “About time this storm did something to help us.”
Sparks eyes widened as she realized that thing was coming straight for them. Her blade, which now felt smaller than ever felt so small. There was three of them, and they all looked extremely decayed. Sparks imagined that they’d been stuck here in this building with no release. Now, these two had come in like an answer to their prayers. Too bad, Sparks and this stranger weren’t looking to become some rotter snack. Sparks hands shook as she tried to put her blade away, and now she was focused on her gun. Both her hands on it now, her hands less nervous.
Everything was happening so fast, the man who didn’t feel like much of a stranger anymore was moving ahead. As he ended the undead afterlife of one of the walkers, the putrid smell came up like a slap to the face. The blonde protectively covered her nose from the smell, the man killed the walkers in minutes. The blonde had her hand over her nose, her gun pointed upward towards the ceiling. Her eyes looked down the hall over the man, thanking him silently. Her hand came down, once her nose had adjusted to the smell. Sparks walked over to him, her eyes on the floor and the small graveyard of walkers. Soon she neared the man, and felt a strange comfort being closer to him. Maybe it was how long she’d been alone, or how this new comradery made her feel safer. Sparks didn’t waste too much thought on it.
“Sounds fine-” The blonde tried to say as the nameless man jumbled words. The blonde’s eyebrow raised confused, trying to find meaning to his words. She made a guess, “You mean just for tonight? Are you still bent on parting ways?”
Sparks eyes focused on her gun with half smirk as they began moving forward. Their steps echoing in the empty hallway. “I still think it’d be best to partner up… ” She shrugged towards him, her eyes now searching for any walker movement. Sparks trailed off in mid thought, remembering how he ended his statement with ‘nothing wrong.’ She wasn’t sure she’d understood what he’d meant now.
“Well… anyways, might as well have something to call you by.”
They’d saved each other a couple times today, might as well have something to call him rather than the stranger. The doors they passed seemed more like hotels rooms, with numbers faded on the doors. When Sparks voice became silent, there were no other sounds in the building. Just the pounding of rain on the ceiling, and their footsteps. At the end of the hallway was a door with fading red paint on it. The words were hardly legible from where they stood, but Sparks guessed they lead to the roof.
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