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     Farmhouse of Horror, Open to anyone
    Emily Fumiko Marston
     Posted: Sep 3 2014, 03:16 AM
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    After having searched the old General Store on the side of the road, she headed back on the road. Emily had found that most of the store had been empty of nearly all canned food items, except a bunch of rotting locally produced vegetables and fruits. She was fortunate, however to find 5 Cans of Dog food for Kiba.

    "What the..." Ahead down the road she saw an overturned Semi truck and trailer. On the oncoming side of the highway which stretched across the center grass median. On her side of the road she saw a couple of SUVs that looked to be stopped in both lanes in odd positions, as if the drivers of the vehicles had stopped to search the wreck or aid the driver of the semi truck. As she neared however she noticed that the wreck as well as the other vehicles were abandoned quite some time ago.

    Slowing to a stop, as the SUVs were blocking the road and she couldn't see if there were more cars ahead. She sat there, with the engine idling as she thought about what she should do. Deciding to get out of the vehicle to see if there were more cars ahead, she turned off the engine and stepped out of the FJ, grabbing her shotgun, the ignition alarm pinging all while the door was open. "Stay... I'll be right back. Guard the truck." She told Kiba.

    Expecting to not take long, she had decided to leave the keys in the ignition. Also in case something were to happen and they needed to escape quickly. As soon as she closed the door Kiba came up to the window. It was cracked just enough for him to stick his head out. "Relax, I won't be long." she comforted as she pet him.

    She approached the 2 SUVs blocking the lanes, cautiously and holding the shotgun ready to raise and fire. An all too familiar smell greeted her. The rank and foul odor of death and she immediately knew that she should keep her guard up.

    As she peered through the windows of Both SUV's appeared empty, but obviously had been survivor vehicles as there were boxes and remains of personal affects. Both looked to have already been scavenged long ago.

    As Emily moved around the SUVs she could see a couple of other cars on the highway turned sideways or at weird angles. One of the car's windshields had a splatter of blood and she could see an outline of a body slumped over. It's passenger door was opened. On the Grass median she saw 3 bodies of men whose bodies were social gatherings for flies that buzzed around,

    Cautiously she pointed her shotgun at them in case they were walkers, but from what she could see, they had been shot in the head. Something didn't feel right and a part of her was yelling at her to get back to the her SUV and Kiba and leave, go around the abandoned cars, like she had done many times before.

    She heard a twig snap in the distance on the other side of the highway, near the overturned trailer where an old station wagon was abandoned. Kiba started barking and that was enough, it was time to get out of there. Emily started to make her way back to her vehicle, as she moved she made sure to glance back at the area where she heard the twig snap. Then She caught movement by the old Station wagon, a man had just ducked behind the car.

    Although it was just a glance she saw he had a gas mask and was obviously not a walker because of his movement. Raising her shotgun to her shoulder and pointed at the station wagon, she fired a quick shot with the hopes of warning to keep away or warding him off, shattering the car's driver side window.

    Immediately after firing, she spun around to make a rush for her vehicle when as she spun, another man with a gas mask and grabbed the barrel of her shotgun. The surprise and sudden contact caused her to fire off the last shot into the air as she struggled against the man.

    Deciding to ditch it, she let go and backed away making to draw for her revolver, just as a a pair of arms came up and moved to restrain her from behind, firmly holding her arms and preventing her from reaching for her revolver on her belt. "Whooo! What we got here?!" the voice from behind exclaimed like he just won a prize.

    "Quick get her gun!" the man behind her said. The other masked man holding her shotgun, moved in and made to reach for her revolver. Em was struggling against the man behind her, but as the other man reached for her the gun on her belt, she swung her booted foot right up and connected with his groin with a muffled thump. The man collapsed forward, dropping her shotgun and propping himself against the side of one of the abandoned cars, remaining hunched over, huffing and puffing in pain.

    "You Alright Mitch?" the man behind asked with a chuckle, finding it slightly amusing. "We got ourselves a Feisty lil one!" as Emily still struggled to get free, driving the heel of her right boot down on her restrainer's foot with little affect. ""Ow! Fuck!" he exclaimed as he tightened his grip on her. "C'mon Mitch get off your ass and help me restrain this bitch."

    The other man stood ripped off his gas mask, still huffing and puffing in pain. As he turned a glare to Emily. He sucked in some air before he rose to his feet upright. He walked up to them and brought his right palm rapidly across her face with so much force that her glasses were knocked off and into the grass.

    Em's struggle almost immediately stopped as she tried to recollect herself after the strike. She felt a firm grip take hold of her face, her left cheek still sore from the strike and now the pressure being applied "Don't... Fucking do that again..." The man said as he looked into her frightened eyes as they welled with tears. There was no way this was going to go well. In the background she could hear Kiba barking wildly in the background.

    Her revolver was removed from it's holster and tucked into the man's pants. Her vision slightly blurred by the tears as she began to sob. She vaguely saw the man remove a pair of cuffs from his pocket and moments later felt the warm metal against her wrists and her hands positioned behind her back, unable to get free as the man who had grabbed her from behind guided her forcefully with his hand firmly held onto her right arm.

    "You could have fucking broke her glasses man " he spoke as he walked over and retrieved them, inspected them to make sure they weren't broke, before stuffing them in his shirt pocket. " Fuckin love a bitch with glasses"

    "What about her truck and the fucking dog, Mitch?" he asked the other male, who had been walking behind them. Mitch looked to the distant storm clouds in the distance, "We'll take care of it later, I don't feel like getting fucking drenched." he spoke as they continued some distance away, down an old dirt road that was being blocked and concealed partially by the overturned trailer and the old station wagon.

    A dozen fearsome thoughts and worries surged through Emily's mind as they approached a rusted old Ford pickup truck, She worried about what fate would befall her, but she mostly worried about Kiba locked in her truck, She didn't even feed him yet. She would have felt a lot better if he could at least survive on his own. After all He was the only family she had left.

    The men hoisted and laid her in the back of the truck and closed the tailgate. A moment later she heard the doors creak and groan as they were opened shortly after she heard them slam shut and the truck started and roared to life. A moment later they were driving down the dirt road to a destination she could not see.

    She could feel the bends, climb, and descent as they rolled down the road going around curves and hills, before finally slowing to a stop. She could see the top of a house that could use a new paint job. Emily was dragged out of the bed and then put on her feet. She was led into the house and down a set of stairs into a cold and dark basement.

    Mitch pulled out an old wooden chair from behind a table with tools and bullet casings and facing it away from the table. the room smelled of a mix of gun powder, body odor, and a faint stench of human waste. "Sit." he told her as he laid her shotgun, revolver, and a Glock 17 on the table behind the chair.

    As she sat, tears still clinging to her cheeks and her eyes, her hair sticking to the moisture on her face. He was calmer now as he looked at her and cleared the hair from her face. "Now... you better not try anything or else..." He said as he knelt down and began untying and unlacing her boots, removing them and placing them beneath the table among the other pairs of shoes. As he was doing that, the other man entered and placed her glasses on her face. both men had their gas masks off and she could see their faces and the kind of persons they were. The one named Mitch was obviously older and more intimidating than the other who was slightly shorter and slimmer. Mitch had short beard while the other only kept a mustache.

    She could see that the other man had a scoped rifle slung over his shoulder and silver Beretta 92 tucked in his belt. She was made to stand and a moment later Mitch's hand began to unbuckle her belt and at that moment she turned her head away, not wanted to watch what they were about to do, but to her surprise, Mitch just removed her belt and didn't do anything further. "Don't worry sweet heart, in good time..." Having seen her reaction. The other man just chuckled. "Lenny put her with the rest," with that Larry escorted her to a heavy looking wooden door.

    The smell of human waste and body odor was stronger when he opened the door, the man named Lenny reached to the top of a shelf in the room and turned on a propane lantern dimly illuminating the room. She could see cage like cells that housed person, but as she was led down the way, those persons roused and began attacking the cages and she could see they were all women, some wearing underclothing, some none at all. There had to be at least 3 that she could see in the dim light, Only... They weren't living anymore... They were walkers!

    A yelping scream escaped her as she was grabbed and almost dragged to the back of the room to an empty cell where she was uncuffed and tossed into the cell, before Lenny just slammed the cage like door shut and locked it with a padlock. "No! Please!" Em begged as she began to sob again. "relax girl, they ain't gonna get ya. Say hello to your sisters!" Lenny said with a chuckle before turning off the propane lamp and shutting the heavy wooden door.

    Emily backed against the stone wall in the back of the cell, staying away from the cage like walls of the cell, before slumping to the floor and bringing her knees up to her chest and continuing to sob.

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    He must have stared at the stop sign for over ten minutes now. He looked left, then right, and then left again. The long and seemingly endless road split into two paths, both of which looked to stretch on for miles and miles of nothingness. Surrounding him was a rural area, open land in every which direction. Mountains loomed from the front, but that way was not an option. Jack cracked his neck in frustration, still keeping his foot pressed firmly on the Nissan's brake pedal. He was lost.

    I thought you knew where we were going the voice in his head spoke to him, and he heard it as clear as day. It was as if there were an actual other person sitting in the seat behind him. The voice had simply come to him over the months of being alone, locked in his library for all those months. At first he thought he was crazy, that the voice was just his thoughts, but then he soon realized he had no control over it. Yes, he was crazy, but in his mind knowing that your crazy makes you sane...right? Of course. Left or right?

    "I'm thinking damn you," Jack said, and he quickly took off his glasses and gave them a wipe down from his collared shirt. Putting them back on his face, he could see the stop sign in further detail, which didn't help in his situation at all.

    The weather was getting worse, it went from a slight drizzle of rain to what was now becoming a down pour. The sound of the rain drops smashing against the vehicle was all that could be heard in his brief moment of thought, but then suddenly, the man released the brake and turned left. He looked down and noted the amount of gas he had left, which was near empty.

    Should have went right his head voice snapped, which made the former history teacher cringe. He looked in the rear view mirror at himself, as if he were looking at the voice. Not a lot of gas, are you sure we shouldn't turn around Jack?

    "Shut up, you have no idea either," Jack replied to himself. He was worried though, he knew it would be horrid weather conditions soon, as well as pitch black out, and to run out of fuel then would be the worst possible thing to happen to him since he left the sanctuary of his library.

    The road went on. Then on. And on again. Eventually they came across what looked like an abandoned general store, but Jack knew to keep moving regardless of how hungry he was. Searching places like that would get him killed, he knew. There must be somewhere up ahead, somewhere safer. But there wasn't, as the gas gauge lowered to the empty symbol, his car pulled up to a blockade of other vehicles. Two SUVs started the problem, and beyond them it seemed to get worse.

    I told you we should have went right.

    Ignoring his mind, and feeling a bit desperate, Jack grabbed his flashlight and his overcoat and got out into the pouring rain. He made his way over to the road block of vehicles to see what he could do about this, though he knew it was probably something that should wait until morning. As he approached the first truck, an unexpected feeling came over him. He suddenly felt like he was being watched.

    We should stay in the car until morning

    Grabbing the truck's doorknob, he intended on opening it until a dog came bursting to the window. It growled menacingly as Jack fell back and to the asphalt.

    "Back you vicious beast!!" he screamed, having to clean off his glasses before getting back up and realizing that the animal was locked within. "What the..."

    The dog seemed to calm down, as it stared blankly at him from the darkness of the truck. Surely the mutt couldn't have been here for long and still be alive, he wondered. Someone must be near.

    We can eat the dog

    Jack raised an eyebrow at the comment. "No, you sick bastard," he replied and moved closer to the truck again. "Hello boy, I'm not here to hurt you. Are you trapped in there? If I let you out you have to promise you won't attack me, okay?"

    You're talking to a dog, idiot

    "Says the fucking voice in my head," Jack muttered.

    He grabbed the driver side door and slowly opened it until it was fully opened. He waited cautiously back, then the animal quickly jumped out and darted off in another direction, ignoring him completely.

    "Should I follow?"

    No, you've done your good deed for the day now lets get back to the...shit they're coming

    Jack turned and saw the shadows forming at the street under the moons light. The walking dead were heading this way and toward his vehicle, though he was certain they hadn't made him out just yet.

    "Shit," he said, turning off his flashlight and heading after the dog's path.

    It was dark and rainy, but somehow he made it through the thickness of the trees. Once he did, he saw the dog again, sniffing at the dirt road it had led them to. The dog looked up at him and noticed he was following, but it went back to searching for whatever it was searching for.

    "Persistent thing, isn't he?" Jack said, and as best he could he followed the animal.

    It led Jack to a farmhouse, not to far from where the blockade was. There was some kind of light source from within, telling Jack that there were people here, possibly. People! He hadn't come across people in what felt like a decade.

    The dog seemed to disappear, leaving him alone with no plan and no clue as to what he was doing, or why even.

    I don't like this.

    "Me either," he said. "But fuck it, we've come this far...and we know what's behind us."

    Jack quietly moved forward, inching his way to the house. Once close enough, he stayed hidden and peered inside.

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    Inside the living room, Lenny was laying on an old beat up couch looking at some dirty magazines and wildly grinning as he turned the pages. Suddenly the lights in the house went out.when Mich came into the room. "Hey! Len, did you fill the Generator up before we went out today like I told you?" Mitch called from another room.

    "Shit..." Lenny cursed quietly to himself as he quickly fumbled to his feet and grabbed his pistol belt, when Mitch came into the room shining a flashlight at his face. "You little... You didn't did ya..."

    "Shit, Mitch... I'm sorry I'm on it." Lenny was about to rush out the house when Mitch called to him. "Hey! How are you gonna take care of it with out this?"" he tossed Lenny the flashlight. "And get another kilo of the stash from the barn, We got a long night ahead of us!" He called to Lenny from the front door, watching Lenny go off into the rain.


    Down in the Dungeons, Emily's sobbing had slowed as she started to realize that her fate was sealed. A song came to her, an old song that her Grandmother used to sing when she was a little girl visiting with her parents at the ranch. Once when she was visiting and she came down with the flu and it would cause her bad dreams, her Grandmother used to sing it to her to ease her mind and help her fall back asleep. Ever since then the song stuck and became one of her favorite songs, especially whenever in troubled times.

    "Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound," Softly and slowly, her voice still a little shaky, began the song. "That saved a wretch like me."Slowly she raised her head from her knees and wiped the tears from her eyes and face before tilting her head back against the wall and looked up at the ceiling.

    "I once was lost but now am found,
    Was blind, but now I see.
    "

    Her voice gradually getting louder and stronger than the rasping and hissing of the corpses around her, as she willed herself to be strong for what she was preparing herself for.

    "T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear.
    And Grace, my fears relieved.
    How precious did that Grace appear
    The hour I first believed.
    "

    A fate less worse than what the men intended. She decided that she would take her own life on the 1st chance she could. They had taken her belt and boots so she couldn't use the laces or the belt to hang herself, but she'd find a way to do it once they came for her.

    "Through many dangers, toils and snares
    I have already come;
    'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far
    and Grace will lead me home.
    "

    She had to be strong when the time came, because she wouldn't let them claim her and keep her as their personal relief and pleasure. She would deny them that.


    Meanwhile...

    Outside, Kiba had gone around the outside of the house sniffing and searching for any sign of her, he had found an old wooden slanted door in the back of the house, that appeared to lead down into the basement. When he heard a voice coming through the wooden doors and down below. A voice he recognized as Emily's... She was singing too.

    Kiba tried figure out how to open the door, but couldn't. He clawed at the wooden door, bit at the loose rusted chain that wasn't even locked, he even tried to dig under, but that was unsuccessful.

    Finally, he ran around the corner to the man who had let him out of the SUV. He opened that door, maybe he could open this one. He ran up the man and grabbed at the man's pants leg and started to back up, trying to bring the man with him.

    Downstairs...

    Em suddenly heard the sound of a Heavy Deadbolt moving on the heavy door, and stopped singing. Soon light poured into the room as the wooden door was opened, it's hinges creaking and groaning. A large figure of a man stood in the door way holding a bottle of whiskey with the light of the basement behind him.

    "You've got a pretty voice, sweetheart..." Mitch spoke as he turned on the lantern by the door. "How about we put that mouth to other good work and then some?" He spoke as slowly approached the cell.

    Tears welled at the corners of her eyes and she felt fear began to creep in, but she shook it off, reminding her of her decision. With that she began eyeing up possible ways to do it. Would he take her upstairs or do it in the cell? She examined his belt, he had a knife and the Glock 17 on his belt and a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

    "Get up sweet cheeks..." he ordered her as he opened her cell. Doing as instructed she rose to her feet. Her heart rate began to increase with a mixture of fear and adrenaline for what she was planning to do when he walked up to her, towering over her. He was so close she could smell the whiskey on his breath.

    He put his hands around her waist and begun to feel her up, slipping his hands under her shirt and just inside of her pants. She closed her eyes in shame, He was gonna do it in here and she had to act fast. Her heart raced and she didn't blanked the thought out of her mind as she suddenly yanked the knife from it's sheath on his belt and thrust it into his abdomen and yanked it upwards.

    A thick liquid had oozed all over hands and when he stumbled back, the lantern's light revealed the crimson goo all over her hands. Stunned at what she had done she hesitated. Mitch had stumbled back grabbing at the wound and looking at the blood. A surprised look cast over his face as he looked up at her.

    "You Fucking bitch..." Finally a voice screamed in her head...RUN! She bolted for the doorway to the dungeon

    "You fucking Bitch!!!" he fumbled and reached for his Glock as he drew it out of it's holster, slipping and dropping to the ground from the amount of blood on his hands and the pain in his gut. "FUCK!" He screamed as he dropped to a knee to pick up the gun. "Ohhhh you're dead!" As he raised his gun to fire, an armed had reached through one of the bars and grabbed it, another was trying to grab him. A blonde walker's face was pressed against the bars trying to bite him.

    Upon leaving the dungeon she almost kept on running, until a thought came to mind. She spun around and slammed the heavy wooden door closed and bolted it. This should buy her some time.

    She ran over to the table where her stuff was still laying on the top. Reaching underneath the table to grab her boots, she paused slightly as she saw the pile of female shoes under the table. How many girls had fallen prey to them...

    She quickly slipped on her tan hot weather boots, no time to lace and tie them up. Grabbing her shotgun from the table, she opened the breech. Empty... She put it down and grabbed her belt and quickly put it on over her pants, no time to go through the loops. drawing her revolver, she checked it to see if it was loaded, before returning it to the holster and grabbing the shotgun.

    A scream, laced with the mixture of pain and struggle, could be heard from within the dungeon. She had to get out of the house, but to go upstairs was iffy, Lenny was still there somewhere, hell he could come down any moment.

    She looked around the basement for another way out, she knew there had to be another way out, her home in Republic had one. She saw it, a set of steps in the shadows, opposite of the stairs that led to the upstairs of the house.
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    Jack saw a man inside, and what he was doing made him raise an eyebrow. Great, he thought, the first person he'd seen since the outbreak and he's jerking off. Oh humanity. Suddenly everything went dark, but he could hear another man enter and engage in conversation with the man. The rain clouded what was actual being said, but it seemed the house itself was thin enough to hear even slight footsteps from another room.

    Feeling a tug at his pant leg, Jack looked down to notice the dog again. It seemed to want his attention, and while Jack was mildly curious as to what was going on inside the room, his focus went to the animal. He knelt down and stared at the dog, almost understanding its notion to follow it, without any words. He did, and it led to a basement door.

    No, fuck that. We are not entering a dark basement to a house with scary cabin men who jerk off together.

    "Is there something in there boy?" he wondered, asking the dog and ignoring the voice in his head.

    He heard a voice singing ever so slightly. It sounded like amazing grace. Pressing his ear to the dark wet wooden door, he listened closer. After confirming that there was indeed someone down there, Jack began to open the door. It had a long, heavy wooden beam crossed over it, serving as a lock. He wasn't the strongest man in the world, nor the most fit, but he knew what had to be done. As the rain grew harder onto him, he struggled but managed to lift the beam and toss it to the mud aside, though he fell over in a heap of breath.

    I'm never forgiving you for this, Jack.

    Once the beam was lifted, the door easily swung open to a pit of darkness. Stairs led down the pathway, but before he himself could even make a decision, the dog ran down and into the dark. After a few moments of hesitation, he heard what sounded to be a scuffle, and then screams. Pain agonizing screams.

    Let the dog handle it

    The voice was right. Staring down into the pit of darkness, Jack realized that he was more cowardly than he had hoped. He imagined being some kind of a hero, going down into the pits to save whoever needed it, but fear took hold of him. He backed away slowly, feeling the rain bash down on him even harder now.

    It was too late when he noticed it, but anther figure had come from around the side of the house toward him. The light from a flashlight gave him away, but luckily as the man he had noticed from within the house had come to him, he thought he was someone else. Perhaps he thought he was whoever he was having a conversation with just moments before, but there they stood, face to face.


    "Mitch, what are you doing? I thought you said..."
    the man started to say, but soon realized the rain had fooled his eyes.

    There was a brief second of silence between the two, confusion from the man, and fear from jack. Once the man realized he was a random stranger, he moved in and attacked, and Jack moved at the same time. Jack used both of his hands to grab the flashlight that was abut to be swung at him, and over this the men struggled until they both toppled over on top of one another. The flashlight fell from grasp, and Jack found himself being strangled into the mud beneath him.

    Lightning struck in the stormy sky above, and at the same moment Jack managed to grasp the flashlight and bash it into the man's jaw, knocking him off. Grasping for breath, and losing his glasses, in the process, Jack stumbled back to his feet. Lenny had enough time to recover, and again he tackled jack to the ground. This time the man mounted Jack, and began punching him in the face, repeatedly. It was over, he knew. This was how he was to die. Then, a shadow came from behind. It was a walking corpse, one of the ones that had followed Jack from the barricade, and it had sunk its teeth into Lenny's neck. The undead creature yanked Jack's attacker off and ate into him more.

    Jack slipped away, grabbing his bent glasses and putting them on his face before standing up and backing away. More walkers were coming, their forms being seen approaching from the light of the lightning strikes. They focused on lenny, all moving in around him and taking part in the feast. This gave Jack enough time to gather himself and stand up.

    You fight like a woman.

    More of the undead came from the other side of the house, trapping Jack where he stood. These ones eyed him for food, and they moved in. Jack went back to the opened basement door, this time having no choice but to enter. He did, closing it up behind him. The wooden door slammed shut just before the undead reached it, and they began clawing at the wood. It blocked them for now, but it wasn't strong enough to hold them back forever.

    Turning on the flashlight he managed to keep hold of, he went into the darkness.

    "Hello?" he simply said. "Where are you dog?"

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    She had heard the wooden basement doors open and saw flashes of lightning and rain coming through the open doors, then a four legged figure ran in, she could see the white fur glowing in the darkness and flashes of lightning and immediately recognized Kiba. "Kiba!" She knelt as Kiba ran up to her licking her all over her face, dropping the shotgun and wrapping her arms around the white German shepherd in a tight embrace.

    "How did you get out?" She asked, but then heard the voice of Lenny outside "Mitch, what are you doing? I thought you said..." moments later she heard what sounded like a struggle outside. Picking up the shotgun in with her left hand and slinging it over her back, she drew her Grandfather's old service revolver from it's holster on her belt. Hesitating, and with visibility low, she slowly began to approach the exit.

    Suddenly though another figure came rushing in and shut the doors. She saw the beam of a flashlight poking around the darkness of the basement, instinctively she ducked behind large gun cage, while Kiba remained out in the open having already recognized the scent of the man, and barked. "Kiba! What are you doing?! Shhh!" She exclaimed in a hushed tone.

    A shrill blood curdling scream pierced through the wooden doors from outside, which lasted only shortly before dying down to an almost gurgling sound before nothing.

    "Hello? Where are you Dog?" a voice called, before suddenly the beam shined right on Emily as she was grabbing Kiba's collar to pull him out of the open. Blinded be the light and frozen in sight like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car. She raised her Revolver, drawing the hammer back with her thumb, as she recovered from the surprise. she knew it wasn't Lenny, as the voice sounded deeper than his. Could he be one of them? "Don't come any closer! I'll shoot you dead!"
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    Jack followed the dog's bark to the girl. As she raised her weapon at him and threatened him from coming any closer, he thought he heard something scrape against the floor behind him. Staying still, he turned his flashlight toward the sound. Through steel bars he could see a dead walker lying on the floor, a large open wound to her forehead. There was nothing in the space beside her, except a lone bottle of liquor. He turned back to the girl, carefully aiming the flashlight toward her chest as to avoid blinding her.

    What's a thing like her doing in a place like this?

    Jack noticed the dog staying behind her, as if it knew her. He quickly made the connection, keeping his free hand in the defensive.

    "That's your dog?" he assumed. "I let it out of the truck, back on the road. I followed...

    The sound again. Movement, ever so quiet.

    "...We're not alone in here, are we?" he asked, and he wasn't talking about the female walkers in the cells.

    Jack backed up and shined his light around the room.

    "Are you any good with that thing?" he asked of her gun.

    The sound of the thunder and rain outside pounded down on them, as well as the walkers clawing at the wooden entrance. Jack was probably more frightened than the girl, though he tried to hide it. It was dark, so it was easy. Then he turned the light around and saw what was directly behind him and it all fell apart for him.

    "Ahhh!!" he squealed, not even caring about the girl with the gun anymore and instead running behind her for protection. He aimed his light back at the source of his startling encounter. It was a big, nasty black widow hanging in a web that he almost walked into face first. "Spider! Shoot it!!"


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    As the man lowered the beam of the light, she could now vaguely make out how the man looked. She certainly hadn't seen or heard him before. "That's your dog? I let it out of the truck, back on the road. I followed..."

    "Yes... He's mine..." Emily couldn't believe the possibility of such luck, but was grateful that she and Kiba were safe for now, as she lowered her gun. Then she remembered Mitch in the dungeon and almost coincidentally, they both heard the sound of something scraping on the floor. Kiba's ears poked up and he became tense, emitting a low growl that was barely noticeable with the rain and thunder outside.

    "...We're not alone in here, are we?" He spoke as he shined the light around the darkened basement. "Are you any good with that thing?" asking her as he cautiously backed toward her. "I've fired it before..." she began as she scanned with his light.

    ""Ahhh!!"" the man squealed as he retreated behind Em. Startled, she let off a shot into the darkness. The piercing sound echoing in the enclosed basement, followed the sound of the shot ricocheting off the stone walls before striking something metallic.""Spider! Shoot it!!""

    Em looked at the spider web glistening in the beam of the flashlight, a little black spider sitting in it's center. She gave a sigh before turning to give him a look that seemed to say "really?". Although she didn't really like spiders herself, she thought it was Mitch or a walker that caused him to freak out.

    "Heh Heh Heh..." a chuckle came from the darkness, as a lantern was turned on. It was by the hanging on the outside of the dungeon's heavy wooden door, a big fit figure of a man emerged into the light after turning it on, a Glock in his hand and aimed at both of them, his other hand pressing a piece of cloth against the stab wound. "Well ain't y'all a bunch of spooked cats. Scared of the itsy bitsy spider."

    Kiba's Growl was much more fierce and he begun to bark. Em had to hold onto his collar to prevent him from charging. "You'd do good to put that piece on the ground, and hold onto your pup there, sweetheart... Less you want a me to put a bullet in y'all."

    He turned his gun on Jack, "Pretty boy, why don't you be a good boy and put that flashlight down and any other weapons you got on you." He said with a grin as he fought the pain. He knew what he was gonna do. Kill the dog, have them restrain each other and then tend to his wounds after delivering a few blows to that bitch for nailing him the gut.

    Suddenly a hand had come up and grabbed Mitch on the shoulder "What th-" he was cut off as teeth sank into his neck. A yell of pain escaped him as he struggled and got free, but as he tried to raise his gun to fire at him, another pair of hands grabbed at him. Within moments a total of 3 biters were on him and wrestled him to the ground.

    Em quickly picked up her revolver and began making her way towards the stairway leading up into the house. " Come on! We have to get out of here now!" she called to the other man.


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    The blaring sound of the gunshot began to ring in Jack's head. He looked over to the young girl and gave off a slight apologetic smile, though the darkness probably concealed it from her vision. Before he could say anything, the real threat of the room came forward. Jack's stomach felt like it sank lower and his hairs on the back of his neck stood. He dropped his flashlight to the floor upon the command from the man in he shadows, and the light rolled until it shone just enough light to see his outline. Then more outlines appeared behind his, and soon enough the dead were on him. Jack's eyes widened as he backed away in fear.

    He quickly snapped out of it and followed the girl up the stairs and into the house. The rain had not yet let up, and was pouring heavily on the boarded windows. More shadows crept by, barely visible from the outside. They were seemingly surrounded by the undead.

    Jack ran into the kitchen and began opening drawers for any kind of weapon. He found a cleaver and picked it up.

    "I suppose this may be a bad time to learn this..." the man started. "I've...never actually killed one of those things before. I've never been surrounded like this."

    Though the walkers clawed at the wood of the house searching for flesh, they did not know the easiest route inside. Most stayed near the walls clawing until their fingers broke. Others wandered near the door, pacing back and forth.

    Jack's next destination was the door to the garage. He opened it and flipped a switch by natural reaction. To his surprise a generator kicked on and the room lit up with light. He stood in awe at what he looked at before him. An arsenal of weapons hung on each wall. It was the farm boys personal gun room, from small army knives to big ass machine guns. In the center of the room, taking up most of the space, was a yellow hummer.

    The sound of breaking glass was heard from within he house, there wasn't much time. Jack opened the hummer to find no keys.

    "No keys," he muttered. "We have to find them. Or shoot our way out. Or both..."

    Thunder boomed in the sky as the wood from the back door burst open. The walkers one by one dragged themselves in. Jack grabbed a shotgun and looked it over, realizing he had no idea what he was doing. He had never even seen a real gun before, save in the movies. He knew he wanted to load up the vehicle with the weapons and figure out how to use them later, somewhere safer, but time wasn't on their side. He looked over to the girl, wondering what they were going to do.

    "I've never shot a gun before either," he added.

    How the hell have we survived this long?

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    "Oh no!" Em exclaimed with a hushed tone, upon finding the house surrounded. Despair began to creep up as she only had 5 rounds left in her revolver and no shells for her shotgun. There was no way they'd be able to take them all on. "I suppose this may be a bad time to learn this... I've...never actually killed one of those things before. I've never been surrounded like this." as he held up the cleaver, Em looked at him a little surprised, but reasoned he must be good at avoiding them.

    "You have to get them in the brain." as she looked around for options. When she turned to look at the man, he had just gone through a garage door. Following up behind him just as he turned the light on, she was a bit surprised at the amount of guns and the big bright yellow hummer taking up the bulk of the space. "Wow... That's a lot of guns..."

    The man had rushed to check the Hummer while Em went straight for the gun wall. Holstering her revolver, she rushed over to the cabinets beneath the gun wall and began opening cabinet doors in a rush, revealing loads of metal green ammunition cans. Finding one marked "12 Gauge, OO buck" she pulled it out and rested it on the ground with a slight struggle from it's weight. Unslinging her shotgun and placing it on the ground next to her as she knelt down next to the can and forced open the top, before loading 2 shells into her shotgun.

    "No keys... We have to find them. Or shoot our way out. Or both...". she heard him say. Rising up, she slung it back across her back. She saw that the man was now next to her holding a black pump action shotgun and examining it with a rather uncertain look. "I've never shot a gun before either,". She was further astounded at how the man had survived this long, but shook it off as there was no time to question.

    "Ok, These.." she knelt down and picked up a red shell from the can "...go in here.." she pointed to the underside of the shotgun's receiver at the slot that fed the shells into the tube, "When you can't put anymore in, rack on the pump and point and shoot. Shoot them in the head, it's the only way to kill them" before starting to search the garage for the keys.

    "Oh! " she remembered "Be sure to hold it nice and tight against your shoulder or the kick WILL hurt." emphasizing on the "will", as she began opening all the drawers in the room, before finally finding a drawer with numerous vehicle and non vehicle keys.

    "I think I found it!" She called out to him, "Er... Maybe..." as she noticed the many different keys. There were keys that had personal affects that seemed unlike the two men that had taken her, one set of keys had a hello kitty key chain. It was when she realized that the bulk of these keys must have belonged to others who fell at that blockade on the highway.


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    Jack loaded the shells into the chamber one after the other. Once he had finished he pumped the weapon and then ran over to the garage door, peering inside the house. It was dark past the light coming from the garage, the sound of the undead inching closer.

    "Try them out," he said, keeping his gaze forward.

    A hand showed first, it grabbed the wall's corner and pulled the rest of itself slowly into view. It was crawling against the wooden floor, with its nails scratching with each pull. The dead thing was missing it's legs, a long trail of blood behind it's every move.

    Jack pulled the trigger, blowing off the walker's head as it reached for him. He almost lost his glasses from the kick of the shotgun. As the other walkers approached the light he closed the door, then moved a large tool box set on wheels against the door. Then Jack grabbed anything and everything he could, tossing them all into the back of the hummer. Rifles, shotguns, handguns, and even a grenade. He paused at the sight of the explosive, but quickly decided to take it with them.

    "Fuck it, lets hotwire this thing," Jack suggested, though he didn't really know how. His one and only expertise in life was books, something he highly regretted at the current moment. "I'm no mechanic, but I have seen every episode of Macgyver."

    He grabbed a hunting knife from the table and tried to pry the compartment below the steering wheel open. The walkers had reached the garage door and began pounding against it. After a few seconds he gave up.

    "Find those keys yet?" he asked.

    "I have an idea, use that grenade and blow yourselves up," the voice in his head told him.

    "Shut up!" he replied, but then remembered that she couldn't hear who he was talking to. "Not you love, the voice in my head. Heh. Savvy?"

    The wood began to splinter at the door from the inside.

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    Em scurried through the keys in the drawer searching for any K that had an "H". the loud report of the man firing the shotgun in the enclosed environment shook her with each shot, but she didn't stop searching for the keys. Kiba barked and scurried in circles as if saying "Hurry! They're coming!"

    "Fuck it, lets hotwire this thing,"

    As Jack tried to hot wire the hummer, she continued to scan and search through the keys. The pressure was on, either Jack succeeded in hot wiring the hummer or she found the keys. "Do they have a freakin car collection???" She muttered to herself.

    "Shut up!" She heard him yell and paused to look at him puzzled. "Not you love, the voice in my head. Heh. Savvy?" She gave him a weak smile before rushing back to the keys. "Great... He's crazy..." she muttered under her breath as she scooped the keys she'd already check out and dropped them on the counter to make space and then she spotted it. The black plastic part of the key that had a "H" that didn't look like the Honda "H".

    "Hey, I think I got it!" She ran over to him on the driver's side. "I think I got it!" she held the key up to him.



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    Jack snatched the keys from her hand as soon as she raised them up. "Excellent, get in." He hopped into the driver seat and started the vehicle up, then once the girl was in he pushed the garage button that was clung to the visor. As the garage slowly began to open, he looked over at the girl next to him and smiled. "I'm Jack."

    He hit the gas pedal and began down the dark dirt road that led back to the highway. Looking into the rearview, he could see the shadows of the dead fading further from view. As they reached the highway he reached back and pet the dog on the head.

    "Good dog," he said. "I shall name you Spock."

    The road block of vehicles on the highway once again became a problem. There was enough room for him to slowly pass through, so he inched the hummer around the obstacles. Luckily all of the walkers were back at the farmhouse, giving him time to push through. Before long they were out and back onto an open road, and since they weren't going back that way, he pressed the pedal and moved forward.

    "Well, that was a moment," he said, keeping his hands at ten and two and following the speed limit as if it mattered. "So, from here?"


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    After Kiba hopped in and crept into the back seat of the Hummer behind jack, Em promptly hopped in as the Hummer roared to life."I'm Jack." She looked at him for a brief moment. " I'm Em- OMf!" She was caught by surprise with the sudden lurch of the hummer as it peeled out of the garage and down the bumpy dirt road. Catching herself and recomposing herself. "Emily." sighing a breath of relief.

    "Good dog, I shall name you Spock." Jack spoke as he reached back and pet him as he poked his head up frontHis name's Kiba, by the way." . Emily was on her guard, watching out the window for any obstacles or threats. The rain wasn't showing signs of letting up and there certainly was no shortage of lightning and thunder.

    "So, from here?" It was dark, it was rainy, and it was most certainly risky to travel at night since there was no power supplying the streetlights anymore. "I think... I think we should find a safe place to bed down for the night..." not even realizing how it might have sound coming from a young lady to a man she only just met.
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    "What a dreadful name for a dog," the voice in his head told him, and he agreed with a simple nod.

    "Fine, Kiba it is," he said, noticing the rain not letting up. There was a slight pause with only the windshield wipers being heard. Back and forth they scratched the window, Jack had to blink his eyes hard as not to fall into a trance to them. "Well, that was a moment. So, from here?"

    "I think... I think we should find a safe place to bed down for the night..." she replied.

    "Very well, but I meant are you from here, from Boise?" he wondered. "I'm coming up from the south, I don't know the area real well. I saw on a sign a while back the college university should be coming up soon, I figured I could find a good book to read at the library. That is, of course, if the campus isn't infested with thousands of deadites. Which, it more than likely is, in which case we'll just drive on by to the next formidable location."

    He looked in the back for a brief moment, looking at the weapons they had just recently achieved. It was quite a steal. Handguns, shotguns, rifles, and a grenade.

    "I don't know if you saw but there's a grenade back there, I figured it best for both parties if we both know information like that," he added. "You know, a bit of trust. I think we should use it first, just to get it out of the way. Blow the first fucker we come across to kingdom come. Plus, the quicker we use it, the less chance we have of accidentally blowing ourselves up."


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    (ooc: lol its ok if you continue to call Kiba, Spock" XD)

    "Very well, but I meant are you from here, from Boise? I'm coming up from the south, I don't know the area real well. I saw on a sign a while back the college university should be coming up soon, I figured I could find a good book to read at the library. That is, of course, if the campus isn't infested with thousands of deadites. Which, it more than likely is, in which case we'll just drive on by to the next formidable location."

    "From the South? South as in the State of Mississippi South?" She wondered. "I'm actually from a small town in Washington State. Sooo I'm not really too familiar with the Idaho area. Although I know which sign you're talking about, I saw it too." searching a University sounded like there might be a good chance to find some food supplies and she could use a good read to escape to a different time and place.

    "It certainly doesn't sound like a bad idea, I could go for a good book to read. Also maybe we could find some food and water supplies." Then it suddenly hit her that her truck was back at that road block, quite a ways back now. "dammit..." She cursed beneath her breath. She had enough drinking water to last a week and enough fuel to get her to Boise, maybe a little further.

    It was too dangerous to go back there now, with all the infected. What really bothered her about her truck being back there, was that her Guitar and her family photo was in her truck. She fought to hold back her frustrations to avoid attention. "On to Boise,"
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