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Thread: Love among terror (Dawhiterabbit y yo)

With her heightened sense of smell, the scent of something reached her snout, guns, the blood ridden shells that lay here and there upon the ground and that of human flesh. This of course would send the zombies behind her into an excited frenzy, their squeals, moans and horrible shrieks making her wince lightly in unhappiness. Fuck, now their rush and eagerness would only be heightened. Though she supposed that she could use the men, so she suspected, as a distraction so she could get away a little bit easier. Her pure white eyes searched about in a curious manner. Her special eyes ate up the dim star, moon light and occasional lamp post that was still flickering on and off, and reflected it multiple times. The ability allowed her to see anything and everything, well except in pure darkness, then thats when the little sensory, soft hairs upon her body came into effect. Like a bat, she would admit quiet chirps with her hairs on end to feel the vibrations come back and alert her of anything. She made sure though that zombies wouldn't be a problem within the sewers which she even took time to clean so she had a city of a maze to use during the day...Or to use as a means of escape. The sudden sound of Reaper's gun made her jump lightly, her fuzz suddenly standing on end and she quickly crouched. Her chest heaved, hearts racing, her larger one making her blood surge to get all that rich oxygen while the smaller one was slamming an an unbelievable rate. Jesus. She whispered as her eyes suddenly spotted Reaper now. She hissed lightly, showing off her fangs in an animalistic little manner. Foolish people hiding behind their guns, she snorted as she got back to her feet and started at a smooth run, unknowningly towards the main mass of men. She was animalistic in her actions, her lack of human contact making her resort to such thoughts. Not to mention, she didn't trust humans with a happy trigger finger. Kyra had long known the pain of those bullets biting into her flesh. Her run, slower then before let one of the slightly faster zombies catch her, raking a startled yelp from her lips. She whirled around though, a set of claws taking place of her fingers and slamming deep into the creature's jaw, hauling its jaw away from its face. It gave a grunt and a growl, digging claws into her arm. Kyra just smirked and effortlessly she swung it over her head and with a loud, sickening crunch into the ground. The creature let go with a screech and she moved under the bridge. They could tell she was there because a bit of steam rose from her wounds, her body being a very high temperature, making her warm to the touch.
Thread: Love among terror (Dawhiterabbit y yo)

Dam... This word slipped from Reapers lips as he saw the animalistic butcher of a zombie, it was thrown about like a rag doll by a creature that was not quite a zombie and not quite human, a interesting specimen to say the least. She quickly disappeared from the view of his scope so as if to mark it he took a mental snap shot of the bridge he would have to track after upon sarges request. The bridge is clear Sarge, its best to let boomer loose while we still can. A soft snicker rolled ver his lips as he thought of it. Boomer was a giant and even Reapers gun couldn't get close to his firepower. The giant gave a grin and spoke the only word he quite knew how to say. Boom! There wasn't much more after it that all words were broken by the clatter of casings and gun shots. Boomers minigun mowed threw the large amount of the group leaving then tattered flailing flesh. Once the ammunition was spent the gun was shed and Boomer stepped back allowing the fire of rifles from the newest recruits to cut down what he was not able to do. More shots rang as the horde closed in, they slowly trailed off leaving only a few zombies left upon the bridge. This of course was Salims job, he enjoyed target practice just as much as any other guy but a guy didn't earn the name old iron fist for nothing. Accompanied by boomer and crispy the three marched out upon the bridge taking nothing with them but there trusty side arms and melee weapons. The new recruits cheered as the bar room brawl knock off erupted, these were the proper soldiers living breathing killing machines. With hammer and fist, sword and flail the three veterans cut threw what little remained of the horde. The sicking crunches of skull bone and flesh were heard as well as the hooping and holaring of glee. The last of the horde fell from a hammer blow by Salims sledge. Thats how the banshees fight, next time ye gits are up. Salim smirked softly barking orders to the others holding the line You know the procedure Crispy, light em up, all of them... Salim spoke giving the resident pyro a shake of shoulder, this of course was the mans favorite part of the day. With the guard of reapers scope and Salims hammer, Crispy moved onto the bridge and began the long smelly process of lighting each zombie up, the wind would take care of the ashes and leave the bridge a clean slate for another mass murder. Of course as they moved across the bridge reaper reminded Salim of the place where he saw the woman disappear. Sure enough when he traced Reapers directions he found a strange blood spatter which was warm to the touch, no zombie had warm blood let alone hot, where did this come from?
Thread: Love among terror (Dawhiterabbit y yo)

From under the bridge she peered over at the men, seeing the giant. For a moment she thought he was a ghoul, his massive size relating to one, but he wasn't one of them. They were bigger, different, meaner. They didn't have guns either and were simply a higher breed of zombie to say the least. She would probably run into one later if it might happen she go into their part of the city. The only thing good about them was that their wasn't too many of them. Her white eyes watched the massacre of the zombies unimpressed till the men actually just went at it. She blinked in surprise. Though, they had more protection then her they moved with the grace and speed of any warrior used to the mass of weight on their shoulders. She herself didn't wear any because it was cumbersome, there wasn't exactly armor among civilian homes and she prized her endurance for that was what allowed her to win her fights. To endure pain and blows for an extremely long time. Her body was biologically made for it. Should she suffer a bad wound, the muscles around that wound would squeeze, slowing blood flow slightly, enough to the blood wouldn't escape before the muscles would suddenly unleash seeming to pull the blood into the body and sending it on its way through her body. It was a quick process and worked. But, she to had her limits. Should she loose too much blood, her body would shut down to preserve herself. Falling asleep in the battlefield was not an option. She took her thoughts and eyes away to Reaper as he found some of the blood, she had a small trail, just a few drops ever so far apart by a few meters. She pressed a clawed hand to her arm, the claws soon turning back into fingers and she stroked the spot before she ripped a piece of cloth from her already tiny shorts and wrapped it around her slender arm to quell the bleeding. She wasn't sure as if to flee or not so she stayed within the dark shadows of the bride, huddling against the curved side, uneasy. Another thing about the constant flow of blood within her, it was able to easy and quickly heal any wound, just about. Something this minor wouldn't be a problem either. With nutrients pouring in from the blood cells in a matter of minutes she would have a little scab already formed and the skin underneath would be melding back together, good as new.
Thread: Love among terror (Dawhiterabbit y yo)

Salim smeared the crimson colored liquid between to fingers and made a light hissing sound, the blood it self was hot to the touch and almost burned, nothing they had come across be it ghoul or zombie had stuff like this. This idea sent a shiver of delight down the Sargent spine, a new form of enemy perhaps one that would be smarter the the average snot for brains zombie. With a few wordless commands comprised of grunts and hand gestures boomer and Crispy backed away from the trail and drew what arms they had in preparation to fire. Into the breach, Salim moved and followed the little trail till it brought him to a maintenance ramp, this of course was a perfect place to hide the bridge here was dark and most foreboding, anything could hide down here. Spurred on with the ideas of new blood and possibly a fun fight Salim looked after the spatter till it ended, what he saw at that moment caused his courage to wane as well as his normal, 'lets brawl' mindset. There in front of him stuck between a girder and iron was a shape, one much different from the hideous creatures that were being taken care of above him. This form was that of a woman's, he couldn't quite get to see what this creature was without turning a light on he stood and stared his hand ever tightening upon the sledge that hung at his side. What chilled him the most was that in this dim dark he could clearly see the eyes, the bright white milky pools that caused him to shiver. What ever this thing was it probably wasn't to friendly he wasn't about to have at it with something he didn't know a thing about. So instead he stood watching, waiting to see what the creature would do he even went so far as to speak to it. What are you? He breathed rather harshly of course it wouldn't answer anything out here was dead and or dieing incapable of speech.
Thread: Love among terror (Dawhiterabbit y yo)

She winced at the light and one hand quickly came up to shade her sensitive eyes, those whites being most, if not all some odd pigmented pupils. It burned and unfortunately she didn't have dark glasses nor even enough cloth on her body to fashion a light blindfold to staunch some of the light from entering her eyes. Fuck, can you at least not point it directly at my face? She snapped, baring her fangs in a feral growl. It strings. She said with a gruff little snort as she started to stand up, only to the tall height of 5'10 at least tall for a woman. The light showed off her busty frame and the rags of clothing that had been ravaged by the zombie attack earlier. Normally she looked a bit more decent but dirt, and blood were smeared on her bad arm. The soft fuzz upon her body was currently prickled up, the hairs were short, but they gave her a prickly, porcupine and irritated look. Her coal black skin taking in the heat of the light and also irritating her. She was already litterly hot as it was and she was able to over heat if there was enough light on her. At his question she seemed to think and padded out from under the little hiding place. Incase they attacked she wasn't about to let herself just stay under there, not much room to move and she could only stand so many bullets. What am I hmm? I donno. I don't know how I was made, surely my pathedic excuse for parents couldn't have been so genetically mutated they made me. She huffed back at him. Her left hand, claws still there ran through her thick black locks and when her hand placed itself upon her hip the claws were fingers once more. I don't know what I am, but I wasn't allowed to enter the safe city during the evacuations those four years ago when this whole thing started, all because of how I look and my abilities. She muttered. To most of you I happen to be a higher type of zombie, ask comrades...Jenkin I believe? Commander? While raking out some zombies they saw me trying to escape and nearly shot me to death. Jenkins didn't last long when he tried to take me one on one when I was cornered. This was in the first year or so. She smirked. Though I suppose I'm more animal then that, if cornered, I will fight. She said, a soft threat. It would be known to the male before her, that Commander Jenkins had to be carried in by his men, nearly killed and on the brink of death. His armor had been torn apart bit by bit and blood was everywhere. He suffered broken ribs, a punctured lung and other such injuries. He was lucky to be alive.
Thread: Love among terror (Dawhiterabbit y yo)

Upon hearing the creature speak all stopped there motions, even the ones at the blockade not to far away stopped at the sound of the new voice, it was female and slightly raspy, at the same time it held a animalistic seduction that captured all the attentions of the ear and eye. Listening to her words Salim extinguished his light, she was fairly visible in the dank light even more so by her luminous eyes. Salims eyes wandered about the woman's figure taking in all the curves and sights, she was to say the least unique. More shocking then anything els was her skin, a thick yet silky black color wrapped about her body as a midnight sky. He wouldn't openly admit it but the sight of a women so primal as this made his heart flutter with his own bestial side. It was piculer to have a conversation with a zombie let alone one that was so articulate and attractive. He accepted her reply with a nod, if she didn't know how she came to be there was no reason to pursue the fact that she had been lying or had no idea. Either way it was of no concern till of course she mentioned his old acquaintance commander Jenkins, the man was a dolt but he had seen the way he had been mangled and dam near dismembered. So this is the one responsible... Jenkins was little more then the arse end of a well arse, besides he was a hot headed fool who would much rather run off and get himself in trouble then to hang out with his mates. As Salim spoke he gestured over his shoulder at the two other sets of eyes that watched, if he went down there would be no way she would get away without one of the four brothers in arms taking her down with them. Personally id much rather not have my armor scuffed and if you take in account of time little lassy, four years is a long time and we've made a few upgrades. As he spoke he gave a thump upon the metal on his chest. I only really have one other question for you, besides if you want to put your money where your mouth is....Why did you bring this horde to us. Salim paused crossing his arms as he cocked his head to the side. Reports say you ran straight up her on us like that with your friends following closely after.
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She could feel the eyes upon her, and that of his other comrades and it made her feel a little bit uneasy and open. As if to create a barrier from them she folded her arms infront of her, resting them right under her breasts neatly, her eyes watching them. She let them pause upon the other two men that were nearby, judging the distance away they were at before looking back over to Salim with a little nod as she forced herself to relax lightly as her hip jutted to one side as she leaned on her left leg. Lassy? Please, Kyra. Lassy sounds demeaning. She said promptly with a little smirk. Metal will only hold up so long. With a pair of slim strong claws you can prey it apart. Thats what I did with Jenkins. I am stronger then I look though... She paused, looking at the metal plates. 'Might take a bit more effort. She admitted with a shrug, waving the topic away with a flick of an elegant hand. Hmm. I lead them because I wanted them away from my living quarters. I can't go up against a whole pass of them like that. I know that you and the other men have fire power and a way of exterminating a mass of zombies faster then me alone. So, lead them to you, I doubt you'd let them into you little town, and let you take care of them. She said simply with a little nod. Normally I just jog here occasionally, not too often, with them and then just dash away letting y'all do the rest. Kyra nodded at him while she leaned back against the ramp. I survive Sir, by using what I have access to and if I feel I should. I could easily take guns from you, I have a way in and out of your town though I much rather stay away. And you'd be surprised at how many apartments and houses do have revolves and such, but they are slower then any sort of machine gun so I don't use them much if at all.' She said, the word guns seeming to leave a bitter taste in her mouth. Anything else I could help you with? She asked before looking to her arm where she had been bleeding before. She ripped the cloth away and all there was, was a tiny little scab left of what had been a decent inch width cut, maybe slightly larger. Beautiful. She seemed to almost purr, giving her arm a small slap before looking at Salim expectantly.
Thread: Love among terror (Dawhiterabbit y yo)

The womans tone of voice made Salim shiver with delight there was none he knew with the balls enough to tell him to piss off but here this survivor was telling him to practically piss up a tree. Even as he looked between his friends and the others back on the bridge a grin grew wide across his face. How could he rightly pass up a proper scrap like this. It was simple he couldn't. With another grunt or two boomer was at his side, the language soldiers spoke was almost primal in itself. Boomer merely sighed and nodded to his commanders request, with his hands outstretched he took hold of the sledge, helm, and chest piece of Salim's armor. After the few bits were taken away the Sargent was left with nothing more then metal greaves and pants along with a combat knife firmly strapped to his boot. With another grunt Salim ordered the two away, Boomer nodded and left dragging a cursing Crispy along with him, he was never allowed into any of the good fist fights. I would have to say though leading those skells here to my men puts us in a wee bit of danger, I love me boys with all my heart and when someone screws with my family, well theirs bound to be a scrap...Lassy. The final words crossed the Irishman lips as he waited there arms crossed about his muscular built chest. Of course the man would most likely get well and duely screwed up in this fight, but he had fought zombies and ghouls and even hulks like boomer for years any time there was afight that could test his metal he had to take the opportunity. One would notice well off that Salims person was different from others, he was one of the first soldiers to enter the conditioning program, remarkably he was one of the only ones to survive. He was immune to the disease that affected all dead humans, his flesh rejected the virus only in part of the infection there for bites and scratches did little more the spill his blood. Because of the condition though his body bore the various treatments. The flesh about his chest, shoulders and arms as well as stomach bore scars some small some long. In other places his flesh had been infused with wire mesh it strengthen his skeletal form in part and also added to the appearance of a Frankenstein abomination. Even though his body was scarred and battered it did not detract from his features. He was well built and muscular in form. A handsome face with square jawline short orange hair and one captivating blue eye. So lets see if Jenkins was the sniveling worm I thought he was or if you are as strong as he said...
Thread: Love among terror (Dawhiterabbit y yo)

She watched him as he undressed, clearly a little bit unsure as to what the hell the man was really doing with her, or what he planned to do. That to made her uneasy. Her eyes trailed over to the hulking mass of man that was Boomer before looking at Crispy, the pyro. She knew that she wasn't a fan of flames, she doubted they would get along. Her pure white eyes gazed at him finally, listening to him and look him over making her grin. She couldn't help but feel her lowers stir, if only for a moment. She hadn't seen much of a man after all for the last four years, not including the pornos she had. They didn't do much after awhile for her. Real flesh would bit a dumb tape or DVD any day. I know it puts you in danger. But you big strong men can handle yourself right? While all the women stay hope and clean your taking out the trash. She laughed lightly, blinking over at him for a brief moment as she gave him a playful little smirk. A scrap? Hmm, I guess I'll have to go a little easy on you. Don't want to tear you apart nor waste valuable energy. She said simply with a little chuckle. Her white eyes looked him over and her tongue passed over a pair of surprisingly lush black lips, just a touch lighter then her coal black skin but not by much. Hmm. Wonderful. She said with a little purring sound as she started walking around him. Well, she wasn't quite sure how to start this off except go into it and give it a shot. As she padded around him she suddenly whirled about with amazing speed to his back where she pounced upon him and attempted to dig fingers into his shoulders before her claws came out, just slightly, not letting her fingers fully transform. So the wounds if inflicted would be light, scratches that weren't too deep and digging into his muscles. Even then, if she was on him her body would be pressed against his own with her boots pressing against the back of his knees, knowing that if she should give them a kick any man would crumple as a reaction.
Thread: Love among terror (Dawhiterabbit y yo)

Of course we can take care of ourselves little lassy, but the fact of the matter is that ammunition is quite expensive and in short supply given that the whole world has gone to hell in a hand basket. Salim watched as she licked her lips and gave a light shiver, it was apparent that even she enjoyed a fight as much as he did. It was up until the point at which she was speaking about not wanting to hurt him and about going easy. It would be in your best interest not to disappoint love, im not to kind of guy that you should go about disappointing, oh and dont worry about the damage I heal quick and im awfully sure you wont be able to do a whole hell of a lot. what happened next was sheer surprise as she walked about his form. The creatures speed surprised him to say the least, he hadn't dealt with something with such dexterity, this would be a strength versus speed fight, one of Salim's favorite types of fights. His muscle would give him the advantage if he was able to get a hold of the women, other then that it would be a very fun fight and as he felt the nails tear into his shoulder he hissed and gave a grin....pain the sweetest of sensory. What happened next is very standard of Salims personality with a heaving grunt he threw the mass of weight he had backwards whipping his head back with the force of a thrown cinder block. It would connect to her form where, he didnt care much only the fact that when it hit someone either him or her would be generally phased.