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Tending the Border « Thread Started on Dec 14, 2008, 7:14pm »
Brandon Martin Scott
\Sugar, we're going down./
The blonde man sighed as his right hand came up and fixed his baseball hat. The long strands of blonde hair popped out of the bottom of it, his left hand was stuffed in his pocket. Another sigh escaped his lips as a light wind picked up. He climbed up a ladder and stood on a small platform that outlooked the border. Everything beyond it seemed... Barron.
Brandon placed one hand on the bill of his hat and lifted it up slightly. The wind blew his hair ever so slightly. The expression on his face was calm, his glasses perched on his nose. Brandon was wearing a black t shirt and a red jacket, unzipped as usual, his loose fitting blue jeans were also apart of his outfit. Just another normal outfit for just a normal outfit. It had seemed like forever since he had seen something out there, and maybe that was a good thing. What an understatement.
Brandon sniffed as he took off his glasses. He blinked before taking another look beyond the border. For just a single moment he thought he saw something out in the distance. He put his glasses back on, but this time he couldn't see anything.
"Crap.... I must be seeing things." He mumbled to himself. But there was something in his mind that told him he wasn't seeing something, he coughed at the thought. Even if he did see something he could take care of it by himself. Nothing had stopped him in the past, what was it, five years? He started helping out with the border when he was 20, and nothing that bad had ever happened while he was watching it.
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Re: Tending the Border « Reply #1 on Dec 15, 2008, 9:24pm »
Looking on the border, watching the men dutifully saunter to and fro, back and forth in the chilling night, had Howl comparing the grasses that flourished wildly at his feet. Stickly, feral and turned gold in the winter months, but the grass only a few feet away was emerald, tame and unaffected by the freeze wafting its massive hand over the lands. Of course, he couldn’t feel the chill. Only recognize an icicle that’d formed on his arm. Howl had a minor longing to feel warmth. How wonderful it was to feel warmth, or anything for that matter…
He shaded behind the tree, cautious not to be spotted by the patrol. Recalling that on his nights of guarding, he was preoccupied having sex. If it hadn’t been for his carelessness that zombie wouldn’t have infiltrated, the same one in fact that salivated and turned him into a wretched creature. God, how he missed sex of all else… even lush grasses.
Now was his chance to advance. While he still looked human, he wanted to see the city one last time. Just one last time. However, his plans would be upheaval by a man wearing a tasteless hat as Howl cowered on that lush grass… it was true what they said. It really is greener on the other side. “P-p-please…” He begged, “don’t kill me.”
Re: Tending the Border « Reply #2 on Dec 16, 2008, 3:54pm »
Brandon sniffed slightly, the chilly weather was doing stuff, and by stuff it was getting him sick. But hey, a common cold ain't nothing when you think about the real situation at hand, Brandon would pick the sniffles over being dead any day. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he looked out over the land. He wondered for just a moment how many there were in this town, sure Brandon was not around when this situation started, his parents were just kids when it did. All those years, and still.
When something broke his train of thought,it startled him slightly. He quickly looked down at the other side of the barrier. A pale man was standing down there, Brandon knew what he was without even second guessing himself. There was no chance in hell that he was human, if he was there would have to be others. I mean come on, no one could survive by themselves out there.
The words sounded like those of a pleading child, Brandon almost laughed. Brandon reached down and picked up a handgun, he held it at his side. "Why shouldn't I?" He asked in an almost mocking tone. He was not worried at all, if anything he just wanted to see the body of a zombie drop, Brandon just wanted the satisfaction of knowing he took some of them with him before his death.
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Re: Tending the Border « Reply #3 on Dec 16, 2008, 6:25pm »
The words that sliced into Howl’s ears might as well have been bullets. He raised his arm over his face, knowing it wouldn’t do much good against a handgun. A handgun with real bullets that could pierce through his flaccid body like it was merely a bit of turbulence. Not that Howl could feel it, but the shear horror of being shot was shocking enough for anyone to begin screaming hysterically. Wasn’t it?
“B-b-because!” He stammered with no real reason that came to mind. Backing against the wall, he felt like a wounded creature so weak and feeble on the brink of death. Any other zombie would’ve already killed this insolent man and fled into the city. But Howl wouldn’t. Perhaps he thought it was rude, or maybe he just wasn’t strong enough… still the point remained without his gun this man was (as far as Howl knew) just as vulnerable as he.
Howl felt like a stupid child that whines of unfairness on the playground. Always on top when you have the upper hand. When you’re luck runs out, you’ll be food for the dogs. And here he sat, somewhat pouting internally of how unfair it was that the man was pointing a gun at him when he meant no harm to anyone.
It finally occurred to him. “Because… I won’t kill you.” Howl didn’t smile; he remained like a deer caught in headlights. Eyes wide and appendages trembling, “How do I know that, you may ask? Well… I could’ve already…” A purr-like noise came from his throat. It was the sound of swallowing air, a gulp indeed. If Howl could still cry… he would’ve a long time ago.
Re: Tending the Border « Reply #4 on Dec 16, 2008, 11:57pm »
He had a good point, but it still remained if he were going to attempt something Brandon would have no problem putting a bullet between his eyes. But really, he wasn't going to kill him? What zombie do you know that was not out for human bloodshed? Brandon had never come across one up to date, and he thought that he would never want to try and find one. Brandon was feeling like a fool for just thinking about what this zombie had said.
"Well then, what do you want? I suggest you come up with something good or at least tuck tail and run." That same mocking tone he had used before was present in this sentence as well. He was not going to give this zombie anything without a good reason, if at all for that matter. Brandon took a look around the land one more time, it seemed to be just the two of them. God, Brandon wished he was not alone here. If there was someone else with him maybe some sense would come to him.
"Hm?" Brandon seemed to hum the question, or lack of question. He didn't give anybody anything without a great reason for it. Of course, this was true for the undead as well. If this guy were to give some great reason then maybe, just maybe, Brandon would consider what he wanted.
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Re: Tending the Border « Reply #5 on Dec 17, 2008, 8:01pm »
Howl opened his mouth as if to sigh, and closed again when realizing he didn’t breathe anymore. His head turned the way of the city. The moonlight beaming down upon him cast a lustrous texture that illuminated his skin with the olive glow of a slow decay. And, as he held his head this way, looking on his neck it appeared as if it was about to rip open. “I don’t know anymore…” He spoke with a solemn whisper.
Rising like a calf to his feet, Howl patted down the tattered clothing he’d worn since he was changed. Blood stained and truly disgusting even for him. When he finished grooming he turned to the latter, “I guess I should leave, then…” His eyes locked with the latter’s, the red rings around his iris had expanded since he last saw his reflection and he knew this meant he was becoming one of them. No matter how much he tried denying it, it wouldn’t stop… and soon he’d be just like those monsters…
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