Post by Ben "Camo Hog" White on Apr 5, 2011 9:25:44 GMT -5
[[New Roleplay Thread
Characters: Ben White
Closed to all others
Begins: immediately following the events of "Last Stand at Ashcroft Library": camoben.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=finished&action=display&thread=182 -- approximately September 2006
Ends: sometime before Ben returns to the Cosway--March 2011]]
Ben White hit the asphalt of the road, broke his neck, and died.
Around him a battle raged. Two zombies paused in their attack to examine him, but finding that he was a corpse, they returned to their assault. The twenty or so zombies charged at the desperate humans backed against the library doors. Six men and women held them off with practiced gun fire. They were keeping the zombies at bay for the moment, but they were trapped against the library, and thanks to Ben's warning they knew that the library was filled with the zombies--there was no escape in that direction.
The huge tattooed man yelled directions at his allies. They focused their fire on their right, blasting the undead back in that direction and opening a gap for their escape. They ran, with the horde at their heels.
The sounds of breathing and shambling receded into the distance. Near-silence filled the street. Birds chirped from a nearby rooftop. A rowdy yell came from a couple of blocks away, complete with a random flare fired into the sky.
Days passed. Zombies shambled through, looking for any weakness in the building defenses, or for some unfortunate human to be caught on the wrong side of the barricades. Mostly they came through one at a time, but occasionally a large group would come tearing through, killing all in their path. Humans came through as well, ducking furtively from building to building, always watching for zombie activity.
And Ben lay there in the street.
Others died and were thrown out of the library--this being the only burial rite known in Malton. They lay alongside Ben. Then they got up and shuffled away. But Ben still lay there in the street.
It rained, sometimes sprinkling, sometimes pouring down, pounding the city--Ben half-submerged in running water. It snowed, blanketing the city--Ben vanished under the white covering until the spring thaw.
Days became months. Months became years. The cycle of seasons continued, as did the cycle of zombies fighting humans fighting zombies.
And still Ben did not move.
Then one day, in the middle of another Malton winter, a man in snow gear stopped next to the snowy mound that hid Ben. He wiped the snow off of Ben's face. "Not who I'm looking for," the man grunted, and started to turn away. Then he stopped, and he turned back and took a close, close look at Ben. "No...way!" He grinned, grabbed Ben by the legs, and dragged him away.
Characters: Ben White
Closed to all others
Begins: immediately following the events of "Last Stand at Ashcroft Library": camoben.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=finished&action=display&thread=182 -- approximately September 2006
Ends: sometime before Ben returns to the Cosway--March 2011]]
Ben White hit the asphalt of the road, broke his neck, and died.
Around him a battle raged. Two zombies paused in their attack to examine him, but finding that he was a corpse, they returned to their assault. The twenty or so zombies charged at the desperate humans backed against the library doors. Six men and women held them off with practiced gun fire. They were keeping the zombies at bay for the moment, but they were trapped against the library, and thanks to Ben's warning they knew that the library was filled with the zombies--there was no escape in that direction.
The huge tattooed man yelled directions at his allies. They focused their fire on their right, blasting the undead back in that direction and opening a gap for their escape. They ran, with the horde at their heels.
The sounds of breathing and shambling receded into the distance. Near-silence filled the street. Birds chirped from a nearby rooftop. A rowdy yell came from a couple of blocks away, complete with a random flare fired into the sky.
Days passed. Zombies shambled through, looking for any weakness in the building defenses, or for some unfortunate human to be caught on the wrong side of the barricades. Mostly they came through one at a time, but occasionally a large group would come tearing through, killing all in their path. Humans came through as well, ducking furtively from building to building, always watching for zombie activity.
And Ben lay there in the street.
Others died and were thrown out of the library--this being the only burial rite known in Malton. They lay alongside Ben. Then they got up and shuffled away. But Ben still lay there in the street.
It rained, sometimes sprinkling, sometimes pouring down, pounding the city--Ben half-submerged in running water. It snowed, blanketing the city--Ben vanished under the white covering until the spring thaw.
Days became months. Months became years. The cycle of seasons continued, as did the cycle of zombies fighting humans fighting zombies.
And still Ben did not move.
Then one day, in the middle of another Malton winter, a man in snow gear stopped next to the snowy mound that hid Ben. He wiped the snow off of Ben's face. "Not who I'm looking for," the man grunted, and started to turn away. Then he stopped, and he turned back and took a close, close look at Ben. "No...way!" He grinned, grabbed Ben by the legs, and dragged him away.