Thread: Between Life & Death [Midnight x Fruit]

------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cassandra Knight Female Status Escaped Pursuit teams searching. Cass kept going, despite with every step her legs feeling more and more like rubber, it seemed that the sounds were getting closer and closer despite her best efforts to move in the opposite directions, the gunshots, the screams... Shit, those weren't normal screams either, they were the screams of people being eaten. In a sane world, one shouldn't be able to recognize that sound but a world where the dead walk, or run, and eat the living was certainly not a sane one. Cassandra had been more or less at ground zero on what she called Z-day When Zombies all of a sudden showed up in the city and began to eat people. No one liked calling them Zombies sure, but any hunk of rotting flesh wandering around eating people was a zombie in her book, didnt need a college degree for that. She had snuck into enough movies to know how to deal with that at least, one of the reasons she figured she wasn't out there shambling about herself. She spared no more thoughts, as the sedatives wore off she was even able to run faster with less risk of falling over and braining herself on the wall, the sounds of her own footfalls and heartbeats soon drowning out the sounds as she ran through, the beginnings of a panic beginning to seep its way into her mind. She moved quickly, only pausing to hide long enough for a pair of soldiers to barrel through the hallway in the opposite direction, towards what she could only assume was sheer carnage, catching a sign that pointed to stairs, which she tackled with gusto. It was only a matter of time before those men in hazmat suits came back and found her missing or without a monster eating her face, and she figured they wouldn't take too kindly to an escapee. 'Oh please be underground, oh please She hoped the old cliche of underground prisons and labs to be true, heading up... Several flights up deciding that if she was in a building and emerged several stories up she would jump, better than being recaptured. 'Shit shit shit' Fortunately that wasn't the case. She managed reached the tops of the stairs and ducked by a series of empty barracks, not even bothering to think that there might be guns or helpful tools inside her mind entirely focused on escape. By this point the alarms were stilled and the gunshots had stopped, whatever disturbance had allowed her to escape. The voices were coming her way. She swiped her stolen card by the door and almost cried out in joy as the cursed thing hissed and swung open, greeting her with the almost unpleasantly cold air outside for her do duck into. She jammed that card into her pocket as unsurprisingly that shrill alarm began AGAIN this time dragging all the attention to her. Still this was as far as she had ever gotten and she was not going to give up any time soon. Cassandra was now outside for all that implied. It was raining, as always and the cold rain actually felt good on her parched skin. Her eyes frantically looked around, taking in her surroundings as best as she could in the dark. The sun was just barely beginning to come up, the night finally over, and there was enough illumination for her to see where she was. The bunker was more or less a concrete wall with a door built into it in the side of a hill, and the courtyard she was in was filled with debris, trash and detritus that made the place look like it used to be a dump or maybe a scrapyard or something. Along the fence to the side closer to her was the ruins of some sort of car and a huge pile of trash which the girl could smell from where she stood. She went towards it. Cassandra hurriedly ran to one of the fences bordering the zone, the closest one she could find to the door. It was tall, maybe twelve feet tall and of course topped with the obligatory nasty roll of razor-wire. Upon seeing this her eyes went wide and she cursed loudly, grabbing at the chain links and briefly shaking the fence. Fuck! They had to have barbed wire, they always did, but at least it wasn't electrified. She turned her eyes further down into the yard and began to search for an easier way out when she heard a sound that made her entire being go icy cold and eyes go wide, she heard it despite the pouring rain. Barking. Angry barking coming right her way. Cass had never liked dogs, in fact she had never once had a good encounter with them... Her parents had hated them even before she was kicked out onto the streets and got the oh-so pleasant dealing with vicious strays and of course guard dogs, some of the scars on her right leg she got thanks to the latter. They sounded like guard dogs, like animals prodded by humans to be even more aggressive than usual, but at least they didn't sound... wrong... like the dogs that had been consumed by the infection. Her heart leapt up into her throat and she made a split second decision. She could practically hear their claws on the tile inside the facility and her body, having recovered from the sedatives finally received for the second time in the day a massive boost of adrenaline. With a grunt of effort the terrified girl grabbed a large piece of soaked cardboard off the ground, likely the remnants of a once proud box and threw it over the fence. She leapt up onto the wreck of the car by the fence and adjusted it, jumping up and grabbing onto the fence and with her fingers and toes, ignoring the pain as the thin metal began to cut into her fingers and began to climb. The dogs tore out of the bunker just as Cassandra reached the peak of the fence, giving her a little extra motivation to roll over the soft cardboard and take the sheet of wet material with her as she cleared the barbed wire. Well most of it. A scream of pain tore from her as pain lanced up her right leg and then another one as her body hit the ground all the way on the other side of the fence, knocking the wind out of her. For a moment the entire world was spinning and the sounds of human shouts and baying dogs blended into one horrifying sound. Even though she was still dazed, she quickly got to her feet and rolled away from the fence as what had to be six or seven hundred pounds of doberman plowed into the other side and visibly bent the links toward her, threatening to tear a hole in the damn thing, panic and terror guiding her and conveniently forgetting that there may be undead nearby as she struggled to her feet and ran as fast as she could into the woods, towards the city in the distance.