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aquariumcat-shdwpch · 4 years

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Hello! Invented my own chapter for the game "Dead By Daylight" :”D I decided to share with you^^

P.S. Actually i was planned to recive this stuff to BHVR, but when i send the message they don't responde (and this is kinda sad xD).

Chapter name HORROR OF DARKNESS.

The Survivor: Character info.

Overview:

Name: Ann Lightway

Difficulty rating: Intermediate.

Resolute altruist with spotless mind and pure soul. Being near, she supports hope of other survivors.

Her unique perks “Let there be light”, “Saving lighthouse” and “Random luck” help to find Flashlights for personal objectives, to escape last hit and leave or make the Killer confused.

Lore:

Since childhood, Ann was kind and impressionable child. That is why she could be surprised with every simple thing or situation: something like first snow or watching TV with family.

Sometimes luck was not on Ann’s side and something could going wrong, but Ann wasn’t upset anyway, she didn't even bet at luck. Moreover, why does she need luck, if there are family and friends who can help anytime?

Ann loved family walks around the lake in City Park, and feeding ducks, that could fight for food. Ann thought that childhood will be going forever, and all about will be only better and happier.Nevertheless, one evening, her father told about bad news: he is dying and has only few month before death. Ann’s father got deathly diagnosis. Since this moment, all was going broken. All family money was spending for trying to save dad’s life. Ann was trying to do all possible moves for making last moments of dad’s life happier. However, despite all efforts, every next day, something into Ann was broken.

She became more silent, dark and always into her own thoughts. Yes, she tried to pretend all is fine, but every night she tried to not screaming while she was crying into her pillow.Unfortunately, even spent a big money to specialists, it was not possible to save life of Ann’s father. Sometime after father’s funeral, Ann moved away from close people and specifically from her mom. Ann’s mother started to drink alcohol often, and every night she came home in terrible state. Few years ago, ended institute, Ann made a decision – she want to help everyone who needs help.

She thought, her dad would like it. In couple of days, Ann became volunteer and all her time she gave for helping to homeless people. Every evening Ann fed hungry homeless animals.After another argue with her mom, Ann took own stuff and leaved hometown (Sparks, Nevada). Ann did not come anywhere… Police got a phone call about missing Ann and reacted without waiting. Looking was doing few days, and after all, police found only Ann’s personal stuff by the road.It is all what they could find. Ann is hopelessly gone...

Detailed description for perks:

1. «Let there be light»

RARE ANN PERK

You have a knack to finding light in the darkness. “Let there be light” guarantees a standard Flashlight with common Add-ons on your first completed Chest Search.

Flashlight consumption will be slower by 10%/15%/20%. Impact to killer Increased by 0%/5%/10%

«Like I said, Light always wins Darkness.»

2. «Saving Lighthouse»

VERY RARE ANN PERK

Your aura is visible to other survivors in range of 10/15/20 meters.

When injured survivors are in your range of 3/5/10 meters and catch hit, they get Deep Wounds for 10/15/20 seconds. Survivor has this time for mending himself.

Perk “Saving Lighthouse” has cool down 300/250/200 sec.

«No matter what happens, I will help you. Just find me»

3. «Random Luck»

VERY RARE ANN PERK

On a failed Repair Skill Check will, Killer will see Alert of your and closest to you Generators. If all closest Generators are in Repair process by other survivors, “Random Luck” will not work.

Perk “Random Luck” has cool down 140/100/60 sec.

«Maybe I will be lucky today.»

Survivor’s look .

The girl with short curly hairs colored wheat. Long forelock is pinned at left side, and on the right side is little curly hair tail by few strands of hair. Eyes are dark-green with confident look. Snub nose and pale thin lips. Dressed in dirty white star print T-shirt, torn moderately wide jeans with few multi-colored patches. There is bloodied bandage on the left wrist. Light yellow suspenders attached to the top of the T-shirt to the jeans. White socks and ordinary shabby sneakers with dirty soles on their feet.

The Killer: Character info.

Overview:

Name: Andy Henderson (Obscurant)

Difficulty rating: Hard.

Killer absorbed by Darkness and Desperate, he can make a Gaps and make Survivors feel fear, because he has a Power – Bowels of Darkness. His unique perks are “Hex: of the Last Forces”, “Mark of Rejected one” and “Sacrifice of Courage” and make him use injured Survivors for him own objectives, make them slower and punish them for their mistakes.

Personal map: Amusement park «Happy World».

Properties:

Speed: 4.6 M/S

Terror Radius: 32 М

Height: Tall

Lore:

Being child, Andy Henderson already knew all about desperation, when he lost her father. In this cursed night, Andy was with his dad, who was hit a car by. There was road full of blood. The Man in a car just took more speed and leaved this crime place. Until dawn, Andy sat about dad’s body. Only in morning police found him, there was his mother too.

Since this moment a long time gone, but Andy did still see that terrible picture of Death. Visits to doctors never ended something good. His mental condition became worse every day: he got hysteria, non-controlled aggression and fear outbreaks. That is why medicine doctors made a decision to stop classic treatment and turn Andy to home learning and treatment with special medicine drugs.

Few years of persistent learning and rehabilitation helped Andy to start normal life slowly. When he ended his learning, he got job in old amusement park “Happy World”. It was necessity for Andy; he has to care to his old mother. He made all possible for making mom feel good. That is why he got this job without long thoughts.

Andy has a depression like his father and last months it was harder. It was so hard to deal with complicated situations. It seemed like nothing will be worse, because it is worst situation already. However, there was a surprise – amusement park “Happy World” became close because it has a little count of visitors. It was last straw of Andy’s patience and he got a disruption. Andy injured his arms, lost a lot of blood because he hit a tree many times in rampage outbreak.

Next evening Andy turned back in park with his mother for taking his own stuff home. When they came back to the car, they met few people in masks and with knifes. Andy got a strong hit by something heavy and fell immobilized passing out. Later he awoke in same night and first what he saw was a body... That was disfigured body of his mother in garbage bunch.

All human things that left into Andy was gone. There was a new start for deep, strong Darkness. This night he left. Next day there was founded few unknown bodies expiring some black matter.

Detailed description for perks:

1. «Hex: of the Last Forces»

VERY RARE OBSCURANT PERK

While the Hex Totem is active, hit on Survivor makes him feel Status Effect “Exhausted”, what spreads on 2/3/4 last Survivors get hit.

- Status Effect works until Hex Totem is still active.

«He feels your weakness.»

2. «Mark of Rejected one»

VERY RARE OBSCURANT PERK

You become Obsessed with one Survivor. Your Obsession got Status Effect “Oblivion”.

Every successful hit to your Obsession or becoming Obsession injure, this Survivor get decreasing speed of any moves by 10%/15%/20%.

Any survivor in range of 15 meters of Obsession become same decreasing by 2%/5%/10%

You can only be Obsessed with one Survivor at a time.

«He is enjoying your helpless…»

3. «Sacrifice of Courage»

RARE OBSCURANT PERK

You are summoning Entity for influencing to Exit Gates in last moment. You punish most boldness Survivors.

When Exit Gates will be able to open, perk “Sacrifice of Courage” will be active in 20/30/40 sec and Survivor will get Alert. Any Survivor, who will try to open Exit Gates, be injured and get new Health State (from Healthy to Injured, from Injured to Dying).

«He always overtakes most courage.»

BOWELS OF DARKNESS POWER.

Darkness inside supply limitless hating and eats by hopeless evil, inspiring fear to others. Press activity Power button for making Gap at any vertical surface. The longer Gap is active, than bigger is expiring Darkness*. - Available count of Gaps – 10; - Maximum range expiring Darkness from Gap – 10 meters; - Lighting from Flashlight, Darkness turning back at 5 meters every time; - Time for activating Darkness after Gap making – 15 sec; - While cleaning Gap up and there was failure of Skill Check, time for clean will be more on 2 sec; - If Gap cleaned by Survivor up, Darkness will gone. The longer Survivor get Darkness influence, than higher is Survivor’s Status Effect “Fear”. At the Fear I, Survivors get Darkness influence more than 10 sec, begin “Stumble**” while run, that makes them slower by 2 sec. At the Fear II, Survivors get Darkness influence more than 15 sec, get Status Effect “Dizziness***” and it complements with Fear I Effects before. At the Fear III, Survivors get Darkness influence more than 20 sec, suffer from “Hand Tremor****” Effect, and drops their Items every 8 sec. That Effect complements with Fear II Effects before. If Survivors are staying on the Light, Fear’s levels are turning after 20 sec down. 10 sec on the Light – stopping “Hand Tremor”. 15 sec on the Light – stopping “Dizziness”. 20 sec on the Light – Survivors don't “Stumble” anymore. _________________________________ * Darkness from the Gap - dense, black fog, that doesn't leave place for the Light. The closer to the Gap, the stuff around is darker. Survivor's vision there is worse. ** Stumble - New animation, there Survivor starts stumble; *** Dizziness – New Status Effect and Visual Effect on borders of screen, that makes vision worse; **** Hand Tremor – Survivor drops his Item and get Alert about it.

Description of Gap making animation.

Obscurant stands up about wall. Becoming little higher and stretching his hand out, makes sharp move from top to bottom. That makes very annoying sound with terrible noise. His claws make the Gap: from this Gap goes deep Darkness out.

Available Add-ons.

- 2 Ultra Rare; - 1 Very Rare; - 3 Rare; - 4 Uncommon; - 4 Common.

Detailed description of Add-ons.

1.BLOODIED GARBAGE

ULTRA RARE BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Bunch of bloodied garbage that was under body of Andy’s mother.

- Killer becomes Obsessed with one Survivor;

- Obsession can not to clean Gaps up;

- Killer can only be Obsessed with one Survivor at a time.

2.DIRTY BLOOD FROM THE ROAD

ULTRA RARE BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Traces of blood that left on the road at night when Andy’s dad was kill.

- The Darkness from Gap is longer by 10 meters;

- Survivors after being in the Darkness starting leave black traces while 15 sec.

3.RUSTY PIPE

VERY RARE BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Sudden hit, that done with this item, made Andy’s mind gone into darkness. Last what he saw was face of one of hitters without mask…

- After Survivor clean Gap up, his Aura is visible to you for 3 sec.

4.DEPRESSION PILLS

RARE BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Those strange pills, left by father, if you take it, all around seems like unreal, but it makes you courage.

- Moderately decreases cleaning of Gaps speed up;

- While cleaning Gap up, Survivor get Status Effect “”Oblivion”.

5.NEWSPAPER AD

RARE BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Advertisement about vacancy for amusement park “Happy World” that found Andy.

- Moderately increases speed of making Gap;

- While you make Gap, radius of you Terror are 3 meters more.

6.MASK OF HITTER

RARE BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Mask that has taken off, when Andy has been attacked. It supplies him rage and Darkness.

- Time to activate the Darkness from Gap decreases for 5 sec.

7.SHABBY SIGN

UNCOMMON BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Old and shabby sign of amusement park inspires strange unsure feelings.

- While Survivor clean Gap and make failure of Skill Check, you see his placement with Sound Alert.

8.DOCTOR’S STATEMENT

UNCOMMON BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Crumpled statement of therapist for taking Andy home treatment to.

- While Survivor clean Gap and make failure of Skill Check, cleaning process turning back by 10%.

9.SPECIAL PILLS

UNCOMMON BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Pills for decreasing aggressive outbreaks and fear outbreaks.

- Decreases your Terror radius on 10 meters.

Count of available Gaps decreases on 4.

10.BLACK MATTER

UNCOMMON BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Remains of weird black matter on unknown bodies that killed in amusement park.

- Time of repeated of activation Darkness from Gap, after lighting by Flashlight, decreases on 5 sec every time, until Gap is cleaned by Survivor up.

11.SLEEP MASK

COMMON BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Mask for good sleeping that belonged to Andy’s mom. Sometimes it is useful.

- While Survivor is in Darkness from Gap area, he get Status Effect “Blindness” before leaving this area.

12.BLOODIED PATCH

COMMON BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Used plasters with dried up blood from injured arms.

- While injured Survivor is in Darkness from Gap area, he get Status Effect “Hemorrhage” before leaving this area.

13.CONFUSION OF MIND

COMMON BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

After pills, you get bad feelings by slowly body moves.

While Survivor is in Darkness from Gap area, he get Status Effect “Hindered” before leaving this area.

14.GROUND FULL OF NAILS

COMMON BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Torn nails of Andy’s mother left in dust after murder.

While Survivor is in Darkness from Gap area, he get Status Effect “Exhausted” before leaving this area.

MEMENTO MORI description.

Rising above the Survivor, Obscurant open his mouth and show white fangs. Parts of the Darkness* oozing from his mouth... Survivor begins to panic and try to leave and hide. Long and dirty with something hands of Killer catch Survivor for waist and bring him closer to his ugly face. One hand Killer still hold Survivor, and other hand catch him for his back and bends, that makes Survivor’s face freeze in painful grimace and open eyes and mouth wide. Next second into Survivor’s face start to flow Darkness. It is black, viscous. Darkness attacks Survivor’s eyes and mouth. Survivor begin to shudder in agony and soften lifelessly after it. Obscurant drops dead body carelessly.

Killer’s look.

The man with short black hair and disheveled in different directions bangs. His face looks mostly like beast’s face; he has big white eyes and creepy grinning fangs. Left side of face, few parts of body, eyes and mouth covered by black spots of oozing black substance. He looks like he is melting, but still hold human form. Hands and feet are unnaturally long; fingers with sharp talons little shiver. Hands, bottom of legs, shoulders, cheekbones and hips covered by black, hard sticky wool. Ears looks terrible long, like horns with dark short wool. He dressed in torn leftovers of clothes.

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lordiedams · 4 years

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So, I just like posting fanfics

AO3

Fandom: Left 4 dead

Warnings: guns, gunshot, blood, hunter.

Audrey is a girl just trying to stay alive after the outbreak of the green flu. Everythings ended up so much weirder after meeting a new unusual friend.

Sleeping comfortably wasn’t a normal think on her life anymore, and for the last five weeks, she was almost fine with that, the safest place around was an old house by the south of the town she was currently stuck in. Her current makeshift bed was just a bathtub with her backpack as a pillow, the comfort of the apocalypse.

Her day started at 5AM, sitting at the same bathtub that also served as bed, brunet dirty hair messily wrapped on a very short and out of place ponytail, while counting the supplies on her backpack a landing sound came to her ears.

Audrey held her breath, trying to concentrate on the noise, but whatever it was, decided to be quiet now. Instinctively grabbing her pistol, putting backpack on one shoulder and stepping slowly and carefully on the wood floor of the room and out of the tub.

The soft creaking noise of the upper floor kept the attention, her eyes on the ceiling trying to follow the steps, with heart pounded on the chest and a pistol to defend herself.

A simple infected was easy to take down, but she was in trouble if something bigger or stronger than that decided to pay a visit.

Slow and steady steps took her upstairs, the room of someone that, on Audrey’s book, could be dead by now. A big chunk of the wall in front of the staircase was missing, and she could see the street below. Soft growls brought the attention to the far end of the room behind the bed, the hooded infected distractively scavenge for something that Audrey wasn’t sure it would find.

Maybe, she thought, walking very slowly back downstairs would keep the infected attention away from her, the hunter could keep doing its thing and just leave her alone.

Crack.

Audrey stopped breathing again, she didn’t move, it wasn’t her. The hunter seems to have stepped on an old pen on the ground, it wasn’t important or even threatening but put him on edge, his nose in the air tracking for whatever was close. She needed to get out of there right now.

She kept moving backwards downstairs, shooting the hunter would be a big mistake, it would attract any other infected in the area and she was more than sure that the pistol didn’t had enough bullets to all of them, the best shot was just getting out of there stealthily.

Her hand touched the cold knob, turning it and pushing it to open the door, Audrey winced at the unexpected loud crack, it didn’t made so much noise when she came in the night before, the growling got louder and soon the hunter was jumping for the staircase, sniffing around for the intruder, with a loud growl, it was obvious he had tracked her.

Audrey ran as fast as she could, her steps tapping against the concrete while her lungs ached for oxygen, not even daring to look behind her. But it wasn’t needed, the Hunter let out a blood chilling screech from the rooftop before jumping to the next one, maybe to let her know that he was going to get her.

Her desperation took her to a dead end, her eyes darted around the alley, hoping for a place to escape by. But it was too late, the creature growled loudly behind her, she turned around to be face to face with the hunter.

─ Shit. ─ She cried, her trembling hands holding the pistol and pointing at the infected.

The hunter didn’t seem to fear the gun, he kept growling at her, his body lowering to the ground, ready to pounce her.

─ I’m going to blow your fucking face, don’t you dare. ─ Audrey mumbled audibly, pointing the pistol at the hunter’s face.

The hunter screeched again even louder, her ears ringed and her head hurt, enough to distract her for a second for the pounce. Her back and head banged against the concrete and she drop the pistol that slide away from her.

Audrey’s head hurt from the impact; it was almost impossible to a young skinny woman to get up with a 120kg Hunter on top of her. His claws were ready to rip through her clothing, but with all that struggle, it was hard to keep his balance on her.

─ Get of me you fucker! ─ Audrey screamed, holding her backpack and slamming against the infected, stunting him enough for a change to get pushed away from his victim.

Crawl away, she managed to grab the pistol in time for his next pounce. With another screech the infected tried again.

Bang.

One shot on his shoulder was enough to make it fall backwards. He got himself up fast, the adrenaline pumping through his veins was enough to numb the pain now. Audrey was ready for another pounce, but it never came. Instead, the creature bounced on the wall, grabbing her backpack with his mouth before jumping on the rooftop of the next building.

─ Wait! No! ─ She screamed, getting up as fast as she could. ─ That’s my backpack you mother fucker!

With a loud growl she ran behind the hunter, trying to follow the drips of blood, that backpack was precious, it was everything she had left. The infected jumped from a building to another, making a trail of blood, the backpack in his mouth until he disappeared around the corner.

The rain came a few hours later, and never leaved, Audrey just kept walking, the trail was still there, and with all her strength hoped that the water didn’t wash it away, wet brunet hair stubbornly getting on her face occasionally. The streets have been quite silent the last couple of hours, one or two infected would appear stumbling and get a shot on the face if it decided to try its own luck on the survivor, but nothing else seems to be wanting a big bullet on its forehead today nor even wanting to get a little bit of what sunlight they had left for the last bit of day.

The brunette has been tracking the hunter for quite a few hours now, following the bloody path down the street, it stopped after a few more buildings, meaning that it decided to go up again, Audrey decided to just keep going forward, it was possible that the hunter already had got away with her only supplies but it was worth a shot to keep looking.

She eventually got to an old church, looking abandoned like all the rest. The big colored windows, that Audrey had forgot the name of, were broken beyond repair with blood sprinkled on it, like if something had come in with a bloody wound.

Her head kept moving her forward with the excuse that she needed that backpack, it wasn’t a yes or no situation, she needed it and couldn’t just let the creature take it from her.

With the last bit of courage and stupidity that she still had inside her body, pale hands slowly pushed the door open, the creak from the old door was the only thing echoing inside the place.

The main entrance was carnage, now she knew what happened with the last survivors of that city, bodies were scattered all around the place, painting the wood floor with that vibrant red. The smell was putrid and disgusting, no sane human would like that.

The girl examined some of the bodies, most of them had big scratch marks and lacerations through all the body especially the chest and stomach.

- Hunter... Definitely Hunter... – Audrey whispered in disgust, she saw the creature doing that same marks on living survivors before, but couldn’t be sure if that was the same hunter.

- Fuck. – Another whisper when she heard movement coming from the small room in the back of the small stage.

She kept the pistol in hands while making her way to the room, the noises weren’t loud, more like a soft and quiet whimpering, it wasn’t a witch, didn’t sound like a woman.

With a quick motion, Audrey opened the door, gun pointing at the very first figure she saw in there.

There he was, the hunter, the backpack thief. There was blood around him, and the brunette was almost sure it was mostly his. The bullet had hit him in the shoulder, it soaked his hoodie around the wound and by the whimpering, she could presume it was hurting quite a bit.

The infected growled upon seeing her, but didn’t move, the backpack by his feet, some things scattered around, but most importantly, the only med kit. By the looks of it, he tried to open it up.

─ Can’t do it, huh? ─ She asked sarcastically. ─ Will put you out of your misery.

The pistol was pointed to his head, the hunter didn’t fight back, it looked weak from the blood loss and maybe even wishing a end for the pain.

Click.

…

ClickClick.

─ Shit. ─ Audrey growled, putting her gun down.

The hunter put himself in a pouncing position for a couple of seconds but awkwardly stumbled back into a half laying down. It didn’t have enough straight to attack.

Audrey had to think, the creature was weak but would fight if threatened too much, she was sure.

─ I…I can make it better. ─ She blurted out, putting both her hands in the air to show that she wasn’t a threat, maybe it was crazy but at this point any idea was worth a shot.

The infected looked up, she didn’t know if just because of her voice or if he understood what it was said.

─ I can… I can heal you, but for that I need my backpack. ─ She softly explained, pointing at the brown backpack at his feet, the hunter didn’t respond.

─ I can help you, will stop the bleeding and you can live… ─ For the first time, she took a good look at him. He wasn’t the biggest hunter she has unfortunately met, but that didn’t make him less intimidating, with a dark grey hoodie and blond hair covering his eyes and a bit of his nose. Her eyes would go from the backpack to the hunter a bunch of times, the infected looked like it was thinking about it.

It was so weird seeing one so vulnerable. It looked almost like a tired old dog, just waiting for the death. It almost looked human.

Then he moved.

#l4d #l4d2 #l4d hunter #l4d survivor #fanfic #first chapter #After the end of the world

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signs-of-the-moon · 3 years

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Moon Rise: Chapter 45

At dawn, a meeting was called, mandatory for every cat to attend. Though many were tired from the Gathering in the previous evening, many more were eager to hear news.

"Cats of Grassclan. Now that we are strong again, it is time to show Treeclan what we're made of," Whitestar began, glancing around at all of her warriors and apprentices.

"To start, I think that it's time the clan's had some new apprentices. We still grieve the loss of Thistlepaw, Seedpaw, and Lilacpaw. But we must move forward. We must welcome forth the next generation of future warriors. Thornkit, Lightkit, step forward."

In place of their mother, Tigerfang walked their kits up to the front of the crowd. The pair looked proud; not a speck of anxiety could be caught in their features. Whitestar looked down at her litter with love. But right now she was a professional. She would praise her kits later. It was finally time to start their training. Thornkit and Lightkit were both seven moons old. Due to the greencough outbreak, their naming ceremony was postponed. But after that extra moon of waiting, their patience was about to be rewarded.

"You have survived the first seven moons of your lives. May Starclan guide your paws from this moment on." As tradition held, Whitestar lifted her muzzle to the sky to announce to Starclan; "From this day forward, until they have earned their warrior names, these apprentices shall be know as the following: Thornkit, from this day forward, you shall be known as Thornpaw. Shadowfang, I believe you are ready for your first apprentice. You've proven to be a cunning and brave warrior. I expect you to pass these fine traits on to Thornpaw in turn."

Shadowfang perked up in surprise. Clearly, he hadn't been aware of Whitestar's choice of mentor for her son. Swiftcloud couldn't be prouder of her mate. She nudged him, giving him an encouraging lick on the cheek. Shadowfang chuckled and flicked her ear with his tail, padding ahead to the front of the crowd. Thornpaw turned to greet him. He stood tall with his chest puffed, legs together uniformly. His head raised with pride, only lowering to touch noses with his new mentor. Shadowfang tilted his head slightly. He lifted a paw, batting at his new apprentice playfully. Thornpaw broke from his serious stance, glancing up at the older tom confused.

Shadowfang smirked. "Lighten up, 'Paw. You and I are gonna have some fun."

Thornpaw began to grin excitedly. He followed Shadowfang back into the crowd, the pair choosing to sit by Tigerfang.

Whitestar watched the interaction fondly before continuing the ceremony. "And Lightkit, from this day forward you shall be known as Lightpaw. Cricketsong, it's been some time since you've trained an apprentice; you will be her mentor. You are kind, and intelligent. I know you will mold Lightpaw into the best cat she can possibly be."

Cricketsong carefully picked her way over to Tall Stone. She gently touched noses with her niece, giving her a reassuring lick between the ears afterwards. Lightpaw smiled politely, following in step with her mentor back into the crowd. Swiftcloud approved of this mentor/apprentice pairing. Training her kin would do Cricketsong good. It would help take her mind off of her deceased kits. Starclan only knew how depressed she'd been since their passing.

With the ceremony completed, the clan began to caterwaul the new apprentices' names.

"Thornpaw! Lightpaw! Thornpaw! Lightpaw!"

Whitestar allowed the clan to cheer for a few more moments before waving her tail, commanding silence. "Now that we've gotten pleasantries out of the way, it's time we discussed our next order of business. For those who are unaware, last night at the Gathering, Blazestar called off our Leafbare truce. He has promised that his clan will be paying ours a visit very soon."

"So what are we going to do, Whitestar?" Asked Tulippaw.

"Attack first," Whitestar answered simply.

"Is that wise?" Tornface wondered. "We've barely just begun to recover from the harsher part of the season."

"You definitely have a point. But Grassclan will wind up in a fight regardless of who makes the first strike," was the leader's response. "And I've no doubts that Treeclan's already plotting their next attack. There's no point in sitting around and waiting for them to make a move. If we act first, we have a greater chance at success."

"Is that why you've postponed the dawn patrol?" Questioned Ladybugbite.

"Yes," answered Whitestar.

"Do we have a plan, then?" Gingerstrike called out. Whitestar nodded in response, gesturing down to the clan's deputy with her tail for an explanation.

"We will be sending two patrols into the Forest Patch today," Chicorynose began, "one will advance into the woods, set new scent markers, and attack any Treeclan cats we come across. The second group will serve as back up, and hide in the trees."

At once, the clan broke out into a series of worried and outraged murmurs. Most seemed to be against this plan, looking visibly uncomfortable. Grassclan cats were used to fighting on solid ground, after all. Sitting in a tree felt like something unnatural to consider. Even when times were desperate.

"Us, climbing trees?" Pollenpaw gasped.

"What kind of cats do you think we are?" sneered Nectarpaw.

"The kind that obey orders," Chicorynose answered, fixing her nieces with a glare.

Swiftcloud glanced around at her clanmates, reflecting their collective anxieties. This was a strategy she hadn't been made aware of before. She hadn't been privy to join the discussion where this plan was constructed. If she had been, Swiftcloud might have spoken out against it, like the rest of her clanmates. But there was no point in doing so now. The decision had been made, and Whitestar was already leaping from Tall Stone to form the patrols. Swiftcloud was called over to join one of them.

"You will lead the second patrol," Grassclan's leader told her. "You're the best jumper in the clan, and a good climber from what I saw at the Green Gathering. I trust you will set a good example for the others. Rabbitstorm, Frostfeather, Tigerfang, Sheeptail, Pansypaw, and Shadowfang will go with you."

Swiftcloud nodded in understanding, watching as the siamese she-cat turned and padded away. Swiftcloud turned the other way, looking for the cats she would be taking with her into the trees. By the left side of the Tall Stone her patrol had gathered, already expecting the nubby tailed cat's appearance. Shadowfang walked over to greet her, touching his nose to her cheek. Frostfeather smiled at her friends while kneading the ground beside them, her tail-tip twitching slightly. She looked uneasy. Pansypaw leaned into her mentor, giving her a calming, reassuring purr. Tigerfang and Sheeptail tipped their heads to Swiftcloud, ready to obey her orders. Swiftcloud felt strange, knowing she'd be leading some of the clan's most respected senior warriors into battle. On Tigerfang's right side, Rabbitstorm was talking with Tabitha. He seemed a little annoyed, although that wasn't unusual of him.

"Aren't you supposed to stay here and guard the camp? What happens if some of those Treeclan cats break in?" Asked the pregnant she-cat.

"They won't," Rabbitstorm assured. "They've tried before. But we showed them what happens when they trespass in Grassclan's camp. They're not likely to try it again anytime soon. Besides, Ashwhisker's an excellent Guard. He'll protect you and the other queens just fine while I'm away."

Tabitha puffed her cheeks out a little. She pressed her body into the tom's, seeking comfort from him. "I'd rather it be you protecting us. You make me feel safe. And it's not that I don't trust Ashwhisker, he's a very sweet Den Mother, but he's also very skinny. You're so big and muscular. No cat could ever get through you."

"That's why they put me on the backup patrol," Rabbitstorm remarked, licking down his chest fur. Tabitha huffed, pressing herself harder against him. Swiftcloud mustered a small chuckle, shaking her head.

Whitestar soon reappeared from the crowd, making her way towards the bramble tunnel. The chosen patrols followed her lead, gathering by the camp's exit. Silently, everyone headed out into the meadow, across the snowy hills, and into the frozen land of the Forest Patch. An eerie silence greeted them there. Hardly any birds chortled from the treetops; most still in the south for Leafbare. The ground underpaw was crunchy from ice and long dead debris. But the trees above had begun to come alive with flower buds. There would be sufficient cover for Swiftcloud's patrol to hide, especially once they were deeper into the woods.

Whitestar cautiously led her clan into enemy territory, disregarding Treeclan's scent markers entirely. With luck they'd be setting new ones soon. When they'd traveled a good distance, Whitestar raised her tail, halting her warriors. Cats stood around silently as they watched their leader sign instructions to them. The first patrol was ordered to continue forward. Meanwhile, this spot would be where the second patrol would make their ascent into the trees. Whitestar continued to lead the ground patrol, taking them further into the forest, and soon out of sight.

Swiftcloud was left alone to take charge of her own set of warriors. With as much confidence as she could muster, she commanded her clanmates to begin climbing. Swiftcloud decided to take the initiative, being the first to tackle this strange new terrain. Climbing trees turned out to be a lot easier than she thought. The oaks in this area were large, with sturdy branches jutting out from their thick trunks. The bark was gnarled, and would be easy to grip with a cat's claws. Swiftcloud started out with a good leap, sinking her claws into the trunk where she landed a couple fox-lengths above the ground. She carefully lifted one paw after the other, pulling herself higher and higher with every move. When a thick tree branch came into reach, she hoisted herself onto it, clinging to the limb as best as she could. From this position, Swiftcloud took notice of how her line of sight had changed. On the forest floor, she could only see a few tail-lengths around her. But up here, she could see at least a bear-length through the woods. She smiled, her confidence growing.

"Come on!" She encouraged her clanmates, waving a paw. The cats in her patrol exchanged wary glances. Among them, Rabbitstorm stepped forward. He grunted, crouching to the floor. Then, with a mighty leap, he'd managed to spring halfway up into his own tree. Swiftcloud was impressed by his natural climbing skills. The lynx point tom looked to be in his element. And his sister Frostfeather was not too far off herself. The littermates almost appeared squirrel-like in the way that they took to the trees. If Swiftcloud hadn't known any better, she would have sworn they were Treeclan cats. Seeing how easy the three young warriors made the task seem, the remainder of the second patrol made their way up into the forest canopy. Though they appeared uncomfortable, the trap was set. The warriors were eager to put this plan into motion. And it seemed as though they'd get to carry out their task soon enough. In the distance, yowls split through the air. The sounds of angry cats and shredding pelts inchwormed their way closer and closer to the position Swiftcloud's patrol held. If they focused hard enough, the tree bound cats could see the battle being waged. Swiftcloud's fur began to prickle anxiously. She hoped that this plan would succeed, that the clan hadn't gone out of its comfort zone for nothing. Starclan, grant us the strength to win this fight, she prayed as she saw Treeclan cats coming closer.

"Hey," Shadowfang's voice cut into her thoughts. Swiftcloud glanced at him from the branch adjacent to her. "It's gonna be fine. Let's kick some Treeclan tail. I'll be right beside you."

Swiftcloud smiled, nodding her head in agreement. The mates moved as if they were one, parachuting down from their perches, onto the backs of the unsuspecting warriors as they appeared. Treeclan's cats let out astonished yowls as they collapsed beneath the patrol's weight one by one.

"It's an ambush!" Someone cried.

"Get them, don't let them take advantage of our own techniques!" A senior warrior called.

Swiftcloud scoffed at the enemy clan's behavior. Shouldn't they have expected that their own tactics would be used against them eventually? Swiftcloud remembered her apprentice training, how she was taught to be wary of her surroundings whether she was in long grass or in a place where cats could jump down on her. Perhaps Treeclan cats were not taught to be so cautious. Maybe they felt too safe in the trees to worry about their enemies gaining the upper paw against them.

A cat hissed up at Swiftcloud, pulling her from her momentary pause in thought. A young warrior, Sleekclaw, lay beneath her paws, pinned by the Grassclan cat's weight. Swiftcloud made quick work of her enemy, biting and throwing him away, back in the direction of home. The young cat let out a whimper, scurrying off into the line of trees with his tail between his legs.

Shadowfang called from nearby, leading Swiftcloud back to his side so they could fight together. The mates charged ahead into the frey. Their muscles rolled and bunched beneath their pelts as they matched perfect pace, paw for paw. They jumped simultaneously at a large Treeclan warrior, knocking him off his feet with a breathless gasp. Swiftcloud jumped off the tom, leaving Shadowfang to pummel him while she struck an approaching she-cat. The cat let out a yowl, lunging to bite Swiftcloud's throat. Swiftcloud was too fast for her, sliding out of the way. She threw the cat onto her side with a hard swipe of her paw. She held the young warrior down, watching as she went limp with defeat. Swiftcloud hissed, sending the cat away.

With the opportunity presented to her Swiftcloud ran to the nearest tree, marking it. She scored her claws along the bark to make it more painfully obviously she was claiming this land for Grassclan. Someone needed to make the first move. Swiftcloud gained pride in knowing it had been her. A few warriors from Grassclan's battle party caught onto what she was doing. They followed Swiftcloud's lead, creating a scent line right through the battlefield.

Wolfheart appeared from the crowd of brawling cats. His teeth drew back in a snarl as he saw what Grassclan was getting up to.

"Take them down!" He commanded. "Show no mercy!"

Warriors surged forward, targeting those who dare defy Treeclan. Swiftcloud was a prime target. Three cats backed her towards a tree, closing off all directions of escape. Swiftcloud recognized each cat, surprised to see some strange faces amongst the fighters. There was Tigerlily, who usually joined the battles. Swiftcloud had been in a couple fights with her before. She was a strong cat, ambitious too, but trustworthy. Usually. In this instance, Swiftcloud couldn't trust any cat outside of her clan.

Then there was Sunflower, Moonface's mate. Swiftcloud hadn't thought he'd join his clanmates as reinforcements. He was a Den Keeper, she recalled, not a Fighter. But it wasn't unheard of for him to be assigned to a fighting patrol every now and again.

Finally there was young Scarletpaw. She was unaccompanied by her mentor today, though Swiftcloud thought that to be unwise. The small she-cat had never participated in a serious battle. She was young, perhaps even too young to be part of such a huge fight. But a fire burned in her eyes, a passion as strong as any that Swiftcloud had seen in a warrior. It was impressive, really. Apprentices never took things like this so seriously. Either Scarletpaw was invested into the task, or Blazestar was drilling it into his clan's apprentices that they'd need to be as strong and dedicated as possible in this war. It was admirable, really.

"Smelly Grassclan cat!" Scarletpaw spit, taking the first swipe at Swiftcloud. Swiftcloud tried to dodge the young cat's blow, narrowly escaping having her cheek scratch. But just as she moved away from one cat, another lashed out and caught her on the bad shoulder. Swiftcloud hissed in pain, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. Her shoulder wound had been opened again, just when it had finally healed and started to scar over. Swiftcloud bared her fangs, lunging forwarded to bite Tigerlily. Sunflower twisted around, grabbing Swiftcloud by her haunches. He dragged her back, using his weight to force her to the floor, while Tigerlily struck Swiftcloud's weak point again. Swiftcloud yowled out in pain.

From the battlefield, Shadowfang came charging over, throwing himself onto Tigerlily. He grabbed her by the scruff, shaking her like a piece of moss before throwing her away from himself. Then the black tom headbutted Sunflower's flank, knocking him away from his injured mate.

"You alright?" He checked on her with a sniff.

"Yeah, now that you're here," Swiftcloud replied as she stood up. The mates turned together, attacking their opponents when they dared to return. Tigerlily was the first to strike. She stood up on her hind legs, ready to crush Swiftcloud beneath her. But Swiftcloud was smaller than the other she-cat. With ease, she was able to slip out of her way. As she turned, the white and black patched she-cat stuck out her leg, sweeping it beneath Tigerlily's feet. Tigerlily became unbalanced, falling to the ground with a hard thump. Swiftcloud was quick to jump on top of her. She grabbed the tabby she-cat by the shoulder, biting with all her might. Her back legs made quick work of the larger molly's belly, scratching it until blood seeped through Tigerlily's thick fur. Tigerlily howled in pain, squirming to get away. Swiftcloud let her, snarling at her as the Treeclan warrior struggled to stand. Scarlettpaw came over and help her clanmate to limp away, defeated. Shadowfang yowled out triumphantly, a sign of his own victory. Swiftcloud chuckled, turning to give her shoulder a few vigorous licks.

"That looks bad. You better go home and get patched up. I think Grassclan has everything handled now," Shadowfang remarked as he returned to the she-cat's side. Swiftcloud had to agree with him. She was in quite a lot of pain, and it appeared Grassclan was winning this fight. Wordlessly she appeased the tom, bumping heads with him before dashing off into the crowd.

As she ran across the battlefield, Wolfheart caught Swiftcloud by one of her back leg. His claws hooked into her thigh, dragging her closer to himself. Swiftcloud let out a yowl, turning and swiping her claws at the larger tom's face. But Wolfheart appeared unfazed, as if the scratches couldn't hurt him at all. Then he growled, forcing Swiftcloud onto the floor with astonishing ease. He pummeled her, back legs tearing at the delicate flesh of her belly, front claws further scarring her shoulder. Swiftcloud cried in pain, struggling to get free from the large tom's grasp. With one final hiss, Wolfheart picked Swiftcloud up and threw her away like crowfood. Swiftcloud groaned, body aching. She forced herself back onto her paws, limping the rest of the way off the battlefield.

Along the way, Swiftcloud was stopped in her tracks by a familiar pelt laying by the border. Tornface, the clan's last living elder, was lying there motionless. New wounds speckled his already scarred, ragged pelt. A lake of blood had formed beneath him. His chest was still, scent turning bitter. A clear sign of his demise. But a peaceful expression was settled upon the old tom's scarred face. He had died a warrior's death. Just as he had wanted. Just as he'd known would happen if he were to come out of retirement.

Oh Tornface... Swiftcloud mourned, turning away. With heart aching, and wounds stinging, the white and black patched molly hurried back into the meadow as fast as her paws could carry her.

#warrior cats #warrior cat ocs #wc #wc ocs #Signs of the Moon: Moon Rise #Moon Rise #chapter 45

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spamela-hamderson · 5 years

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Robron doctors AU? 😘 or firefighters what you prefer :)

I hope it’s ok that it’s just one of them as a firefighter!

Also I know nothing about firefighters but I did watch Quarantine as a small child (mother, why?) and that firefighter episode of queer eye so this might read like the confused love child of those two things.

Aaron’s a reporter from a small local news station, and his boss wants him to do a story on the firefighters, what they do during a typical nightshift, what motivates them, etc. And Aaron’s like “can I do literally anything else though. mrs lee saw a teletubby on her toast, can I do a story on that?”. But his boss is like ‘no 😂’

See, the reason Aaron doesn’t want to meet the firefighters, is that he just broke up with one of them like 2 months ago and that shit is still raw, ok? They were in love, he knew they were. Doesn’t matter what Robert said about their 4 months together being “just some fun” or how he tried to convince Aaron that Chrissie was the only one that’d ever mattered to him. He knew that was bullshit. But serves him right for getting into a relationship with a married man, huh?

Anyway, the point is he’s finally starting to feel a little bit like himself again, finally starting to take Adam up on his invitations to go down to the pub for a pint, and he doesn’t need to see Robert with his dumb face and his stupid firefighting arms in his stupidly formfitting black shirt. That is the absolute last thing he needs right now.

So he emails the station manager to find out who’ll be on shift during filming and receives a list of names that blessedly does not include Robert’s

The day of the interview arrives. He’s relieved that Robert’s not gonna be there but he’s also secretly looking forward to being in a space that belongs to Robert, meeting the people he works with. And if he slips away for a couple of minutes to stare at the station notice board, scan it for a particular face, a name, then that’s his own damn business and no-one else’s.

But then of course, Robert waltzes in from somewhere in the back, and pretends not to know Aaron’s standing there glaring at him in outrage for all of 1 minute, before looking directly Aaron with the fakest ‘oh! what are you doing here?’ face Aaron has ever seen. Aaron sees through his bullshit immediately and tries to communicate ‘bitch did you trick me?!’ through scowls. (Robert had heard through Vic that Adam was gonna be the cameraman for the interview and he knew that meant Aaron was the reporter on duty. And ok, he might have bribed Jimmy with free doughnuts and promises to cover his next shift so he could take over his spot today)

Because he’s a sap, Robert’s eyes turn fond and he lets slip this sad little smile. He’s missed that death glare so much, damn it.

Aaron remembers late night conversations, soft touches, those eyes looking at him with the same fondness, and comes to the depressing realisation that he’s been lying to himself and hasn’t actually gotten over Robert. Not even a little. So of course he decides he’s gonna ignore him today. Robert keeps trying to get his attention, answers questions before anyone else can, leans on walls. And when none of that works (that’s what he think, bless), he starts taking “friendly” jabs at him, asking if all tv reporters frowned this much, etc, just to see if he can get a rise out of Aaron. Aaron is one too-smug smirk away from throwing the mic at his head.

But still no-one else suspects a thing cos they’re all heterosexuals.

At one point Robert’s like ‘yah I think. I think we should time Aaron getting into one of the uniforms. See if he can do it in under 4 minutes. It’ll be fun. Really um… really educational. For the viewers at home.’ Aaron is living his worst life.

And then also Aaron gets to slide down the firefighter pole thing? (I have done zero research) And he’s fine, he’s athletic, he has no issues sliding down that pole (👀). There’s really no reason for Robert to grab on to him like he’s lost his balance and bring their bodies so close together in such a familiar way. Aaron leans into it. He’s not in any hurry to move away, until he hears Adam cough behind the camera and remembers where they are.

Just so much more pining and angsty glances and not quite accidental touches, with a backdrop of oblivious side characters

They get a dispatch call to an apartment building, and suddenly there’s an urgency in the air, everyone’s moving on autopilot and Robert’s just called out for Aaron to stick close to him. Aaron follows immediately, though he’s annoyed at himself for responding so quickly to the command.

There’s some kind of commotion in one of the rooms but no one can get in, and they can smell smoke coming from inside. One of the firefighters manage to break open the door, and this old lady comes barreling out of the room, straight into the firefighter, and they both tumble over the railing and hit the ground with a sick, dull thud. They’re gone. Except no, the old lady gets back up, broken neck awkwardly hanging to the side, limp-runs to one of the bystanders, and tries to bite her head off.

Robron are clinging to each other in shock right now cos apparently zombies are a thing and they’re now in a horror movie

Some of the other firefighters call for backup and also contact public health england because there’s obviously been some kind of outbreak (Robert and Aaron are too busy making sure the other is alright)

And things kind of escalate really quickly after that. Suddenly there are zombies everywhere on the ground floor, and they’re starting to come up, and the Public Health people have locked the building from the outside and employed the army to shoot anyone who tries to leave it. So Aaron and Robert realise they’re gonna have to secretly exit the building without the government finding out. Except there’s a zombie chasing them and they get to they end up hiding from it on the roof, with the zombie angrily scratching against the door.

Omg where’s Adam

Ok no Adam’s with them, he can third wheel. Aaron will cry if Adam dies in a zombie apocalypse, and then he won’t be able to make out with Robert.

Anyway, now all three of them are trapped on the roof, and Robert mentions that they can’t stay on the roof for long cos there will be helicopters soon and then they’ll be found out. He starts to very subtly hint that one of them will have to act as a distraction for their zombie friend and keeps looking at Adam. Aaron, ever the martyr, is like ‘YOU’RE RIGHT, I’LL DO IT. I LOVE YOU, OK? I KNOW YOU’RE WITH CHRISSIE BUT I LOV YA :’’’’’’(’

Robert: *yells in his face about maybe not being a fucking idiot and how he loves him so much and how he’s in the process of getting a divorce and he’s so sorry for being a dumb moron but he’s ready now and Aaron has to be alive to give him another chance because he’s everything to him and then calls him an idiot one more time, for luck*

Aaron: oh 😍

Adam: nice one, lads.

Zombie: AUHFGREHFNA

They start kissing and Adam’s happy for his bff but also things are getting awkward really quickly for him so he laps around the roof and tries to block out the sounds coming from the corner.

And that’s how he finds the pipe that leads down to the fire escape thing and he very excitedly turns to tell them about this but sees that Robert is topless and screams

(Aaron might not have been able to put on the suit in under 4 mins but he definitely could get Robert out of it in that time)

The only reason Robert doesn’t kill Adam is because he did find a way out of this mess. That and he’s a bit distracted by the way Aaron is smiling at him

And then they go home and bang for 24 hours

Not Adam, he escapes them as soon as he can

Oh, and the zombies were all killed

Except for one. dun dun DUN

#au headcanons #haley #robron

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marystucki12 · 4 years

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So If I Survive, Then I’ll See You Tomorrow

The ship was on fire as the dinghy with three people sailed away. Screams and growling could be heard from the decks as the escapees slipped further away from the the inferno and illness. The young woman was in total shock. Her parents and brother were on that ship. And here she was, in the middle of the ocean with two men who were practically strangers- were actually strangers not even two days ago.

Georgia Leigh Hamilton. Eighteen and alone save for an old crotchety FEMA officer and young kitchen chef. People she had just met in the last forty-eight hours, and she was trusting them with her life. No- more than that. She and the kitchen boy, Kent Clark (Jack called him Mansuper), were both putting probably too much faith in Jack Mullally A.K.A. FEMA.

“So much for my last paid vacation,” Jack said to himself.

“Best job ever, my foot,” Kent groaned.

“Happy graduation to me,” Georgia said.

“You say something, Scarface?” Jack asked Georgia, suddenly broken from his trance on the dying ship.

“Just some sentiment,” Georgia replied, playing with the puckered scar on her clavicle- an absent minded habit- the benefits from cutting her own hair from boredom, dropping the scissors and cutting herself with them while trying to catch them.

“We are on the water. We’ll make it. I promise. Back to shore in a couple of weeks unless we are rescued,” Jack said. “Government will rescue us. Why, back in the Ebola outbreak of ‘95...”

“What if that broke out on the mainland?” Kent interrupted. “What if one of us has it, but hasn’t shown symptoms yet?”

“We will sleep in shifts,” Georgia suggested in a haze.

Have I only been out of high school for a week? So much for my graduation gift. A Caribbean cruise will be fun they said. That sounds like a start to a fun little story.

“...besides, we can wizz over the side. Scarface isn’t so lucky. She’ll need our help.”

“What?” Georgia asked.

“I said that we should sleep in shifts to keep an eye on each other. Plus, you will need help going to the bathroom...you know...you’ll have to submerge your lower half to go...Kent and I can just go over the side.”

“Yes, the glories of being a man,” Georgia agreed.

The ship was barely a glow on the horizon now, and Georgia shivered. Her thin sweatshirt, t-shirt, dark-wash jeans, and steel-toed boots would not be enough to keep her warm at night, especially now, as cold as she was dripping wet from the dive. She blew on her hands and said a brief but sincere prayer, “Lord, help us survive this ordeal.”

“I had a nap today while you guys put down the fuel. I’ll take first watch,” Jack volunteered as he slung a blanket and jacket over Georgia’s shoulders. She exhausted, did not protest.

Georgia laid her head on her arm on the edge of the dingy and sighed. Initially, she tried to comfort herself by reciting scriptures in her head, but as her brain began to slip, her mind drifted to song lyrics from her “Bad Mood Music” playlist. “I never bought a suit before in my life, but when you go to meet God you know you wanna look nice.”

****

Graduation. Georgia was finally out of high school, that horrible place, once and for all. She never had to set foot back onto that property again if she didn’t want to. Her open house had been the day of her graduation. After she opened her graduation cards, her mom made her deposit the checks, but she was allowed to keep the cash. Her older brother, Dakota, bought his first new car, and gave Georgia his Wrangler as a graduation gift. Her parents decided that they should take one last vacation, and even Dakota was able to go. Tickets were booked for a cruise to the Caribbean. The Hamilton family was ecstatic: they wanted to make the most of what could potentially be their absolute last family trip.

There had been some weird things happening in China, India, and Nepal but that wasn’t in America. The reports of people attacking each other didn’t seem real, and thus far had been attributed to drugs and mental health problems. None of the countries released official statements, only that they were gathering information to make accurate statements at a future date.

On the first of July, the family boarded the ship just a ways from Cocoa Beach, FL. Four days later, Georgia was sitting in a deck chair writing in a Darth Vader notebook when the first outbreak started in the ship’s kitchen, which, at that time believed to be a flu virus, and was even announced by the captain over the ship’s speakers. The passengers were just told to make sure that they washed their hands and took showers every morning and night. Everyone had to report to sick bay to be checked for marks and take a nose swab for a flu test.

The chef who had gotten sick died, and that was believed that was the end of it. No one else was sick. That is, until he suddenly jerked awake and bit the ship’s doctor on the hand, a nurse in the jugular, and another nurse in the leg. At first, security managed to keep the victims contained in the brig, but that didn’t work for long. The virus mutated and became airborne, making several people ill with the initial flu symptoms. Passengers were told to stay in their staterooms and a box of canned goods would be delivered by staff, as well as toiletries as needed. Most of the people on the ship became ill, including Dakota and Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton.

****

Weeping, growling, and screaming could be heard from the staterooms on either side of the Hamiltons. Karen, Georgia’s mother, said she was getting a headache. There was a sudden knock on the door. Dakota answered the door after seeing the crewman through the peephole.

“How is everyone doing in here?” he asked.

“Mom’s getting a headache and we are almost out of toilet paper.”

“I’ll bring some by. Meantime, here are some tools. Keep the sharp ones very handy.”

“What for?” Carl, Mr. Hamilton, asked.

“Just in case. It’s for the best.”

“What’s your name?” Carl asked.

“Kent Clark. I’m one of the kitchen staff.”

He looks exhausted. Those bags under his eyes look blue on his pasty skin.

“Thank you, Kent.” Dakota said as he closed and locked the door behind him.

****

Around the Hamiltons, the weeping and screaming stopped. There was only growling every once in a while. They prayed and sang quietly together, but Karen’s condition grew increasingly worse. She was burning up and in agony. Georgia wrote when it was quiet and could concentrate enough. She used the cover of the book to write down changes in her mom’s condition. None of the Hamiltons had any luck getting through to sick bay on the phones. There wasn’t even a dial tone after a while. Karen moaned from the pain often, and her children would help her drink water and eat small bites of crackers from the supplies Kent dropped off.

They heard a staff member out in the hall open the adjacent stateroom door. Then they heard him screaming, and the growling next door was suddenly loud and violent. This excited the other family in the room on the right. The growling was intense.

At some point during the din, Karen expired. Once they realized, Georgia began to cry, and Dakota tried to comfort her. To their shock, Karen began to groan, and Carl went to check on her. Karen wasn’t groaning in pain. She snapped to attention and chomped her teeth into Carl’s hand. On reflex, Dakota shot up, grabbed the screwdriver, and drove it through Karen’s eye. She stopped squirming.

Blood oozed from the wound on Carl’s hand. Georgia did her best to treat it with the first aid kit in the bathroom. Georgia cried as she bandaged her father’s hand. Carl traced the scar on Georgia’s face with his finger.

“I’m sorry, Gigi. That mark on your face is my fault. If only I’d looked before I pulled out into that intersection..”

“Daddy, no. It wasn’t your fault.”

It was true. She and her father had been visiting family in North Webster, Indiana to check out Camp Crosley as a possible place to hold a two week “preacher training camp,” when he pulled out into an intersection in North Manchester and they were T-Boned where Georgia was sitting. By the grace of God, both of them escaped with minor injuries and concussions. She had to get stitches in her face. It was an accident. She never blamed her father and she had forgiven the driver after it happened. Thankfully, the driver, had been okay, too.

****

Carl died. Dakota piked Carl. Dakota caught “flu” and died. Georgia didn’t pike Dakota in time. She was sitting in the corner crying when he rose from the bed and lunged for her, his eyes cloudy and teeth bared. She grabbed the screwdriver and her recently packed brown “bug out backpack” and fled to the hallway, shutting the door behind her.

Just as the door shut, another set of hands grabbed her arm and pulled it toward his gaping maw. Georgia pulled her arm, trying to get away, but the thing was too strong.

Just before the teeth could touch her skin, a bullet zinged past her ear and hit the monster in the head. As she turned, her rust-colored bangs fell in her blue eyes, but she could see an older man, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, khaki pants, boots, a red backpack, and a surgical mask.

“Are you okay, Scarface?”

There wasn’t time to flinch at the insult.

“Yeah. Thank you.”

“I’m Jack Mullally, a FEMA officer. Did you get any blood in your mouth? Are you suffering from flu symptoms? Do you have any bites?”

“No. I’m fine, Mr. FEMA,” Georgia replied just as Kent rounded the corner down the hall.

“RUN!” He yelled.

Jack and Georgia heard the moaning and growling. At least fifteen violent creatures were ambling behind him, reaching out for Kent, bloodthirsty.

“Follow me. We are getting off of this boat if it’s the last thing we do!” Jack said while turning the other way.

****

The group made their way to the deck with the lifeboats, gathering supplies along the way and hiding where they could. It took a day and a half to make it.

Kent had led them to the kitchen, where Mr. FEMA gave Kent a sack and filled it with non-perishables. He did the same to Georgia and himself. Inside the freezer, he found an ax, a hammer, and a cast iron skillet.

“I’m keeping the ax, Mansuper. Don’t even try it,” Jack said almost jokingly.

“Then I want the hammer,” Kent said.

“What, those things will think you’re a sissy for using a skillet? Give me a break,” Georgia said as she took the tool from Jack and gave it a few practice swings.

From the kitchen, they made their way to a maintenance closet, where all three of them could sit if they tucked knees to chins in three different corners or all against one wall. Jack suggested they all sleep against one wall, Georgia in the middle and Kent in the corner. Kent and Georgia agreed.

In the morning (according to Jack’s watch alarm), they looked through all the boxes in the maintenance closet, searching for supplies. Lighter fluid, two diesel fuel cans, duct tape, matches, and toilet paper were the rewards.

“Why is there diesel in a maintenance closet?” Jack asked Kent.

“According to Bill, who was the maintenance director, it’s here in case the engine was just short of fuel. Though, I’m not sure if he was serious, since it doesn’t seem like quite enough to do anything or go anywhere. Hard to tell with Bill.”

When Jack opened the closet door, there were two infected there. He shut the door, but the beings began pounding on it earnestly.

“Mr. FEMA, Mansuper, look up. The tiles.”

“Through the ceiling. I like this brain of yours, Scarface. Alright, Mansuper, get up there. And help pull Georgia in. I’ll bring up the rear.”

Using the wire shelves like a ladder, Kent hoisted himself into the ceiling. Georgia started after him and he pulled her up.

A fist broke through the door as Jack started up the shelving. Seeing a meal, the freaks doubled their efforts on the door, and were joined by some more. The door couldn’t hold the pressure.

Jack pulled his feet into the ceiling just as the door gave way.

The survivors looked at each other, relieved. As Jack replaced the tile, both beings ambled in, looking around for what they thought would be prey.

From there, they found their way over the staterooms, in disgusted awe of the carnage and sorrow. They saw a handful of other survivors, all of which refused to leave their rooms or were dying from bites; of course with so many decks, they knew it was likely there were others, but no way to reach them.

****

They reached the lifeboat deck as dusk was settling in. Miscreations were meandering around the deck.

“We will need to distract them,” Jack said, “so we will have to decide on a diversion. If we can find something that will keep them occupied long enough for us to get a boat over the side and in the water.”

“I’m not so sure that we can, though we know they like noise, because the screaming riled them up…” Georgia said.

“What if one of us stayed here in the ceiling and made noises over there on one of the ducts? It would draw them to one side. They can’t climb, so it’d probably be okay. Then, when the boat splashes down, they drop behind the zombies and dive over the side?” Kent suggested.

“It’s good in theory, but in practice? What will stop them there. There has to be a way to slow them down more than that, you know, to give the bait a fighting chance,” Georgia whispered.

“The diesel and lighter fluid. This duct goes in a circle, but there is probably enough of fuel and lighter fluid to make a trail all around the deck and on the crowd. Then, start the noise. Then, jump down and just before diving, drop a match,” Mr. FEMA said.

“The only thing wrong with that plan is we are losing daylight, and spreading the fluid will take time,” Scarface said.

“And it will take both of us guys to get the lifeboat off of the side. Georgia’s strong, but not that strong.”

“Since we won’t find anything else, I’ll be the bait,” Georgia agreed.

“I know it’s supposed to be women and children first, but I think this our best chance,” Jack said almost apologetically.

Time to prove that women are just as good.

****

Kent and Georgia spread the fuel over the deck and monsters. Kent and Jack took Georgia’s supplies. Georgia used her boots to bang on the duct, and while the noise kept the creatures occupied, Kent and Jack managed to get the boat over the side of the ship. Georgia could just hear the splash over the cacophony. She stopped banging. And the growling dispersed.

Perfect. Now, all I’ve got to do is get far enough away quickly and quietly, drop the match, climb, and then dive. Seems easy enough.

The joke was on her. She dropped down between two of the freaks. She managed to dodge and light a match all at the same time (by the grace of God), drop it, climb onto the railing and dive. As she swam for her companions, the screams began.

****

After being on the water for nearly 14 days, Kent smiled suddenly and jumped up. The boat rocked. Jack was about to scold him, when he yelled, “Another ship! We are saved!”

Jack looked out and agreed to that conclusion. Nearly starving but incredibly thirsty, Kent and Jack used the oars to manipulate their capsule toward the ship. Georgia was holding up her sweatshirt like a flag and waving it.

It took time, but the three finally made it close enough to the ship that someone on deck would be able to hear them.

“HEY! HELP! PLEASE!”

Two women and a man jumped off the deck toward them, and landed in the water. Then five more people. Those five did not come back up. And three sacks plopped aboard the lifeboat and the three survivors helped the newcomers aboard.

Georgia looked up, and saw a zombie pacing the deck.

“Mr. FEMA. Kent. Look up there.”

They did. Jack and Kent groaned.

Georgia reached out to help the last newcomer aboard, and a strange hand came up from the water and scratched her.

“Georgie…” Kent said.

“Now, Mansuper, we don’t know about scratches…” FEMA started.

“Yeah,” Georgia said with a shaky voice and a forced smile, “just air and bites…”

“I know how to amputate, but I don’t think we have the equipment here,” Jack said sadly.

The three new bodies sat in the boat and shivered and looked Georgia over as if looking at a body in a casket.

“It’s okay,” Georgia said as she handed the screwdriver to Jack, fighting the shake in her voice. “If need be, pike me. It’s okay. Meantime, it’s my turn to nap.” And make my peace with my life and talk to God.

Georgia laid her head on the side of the boat as it floated away from the second lost ship.

“If I don’t make it, I’ll see if God will let me come back and let you know if the cake is a lie,” Georgia said, knowing full well that was not a possibility, and Heaven is not a lie.

“What is she talking about cake for?” Jack asked Kent quietly.

“It’s from a videogame, Jack.”

“Oh. I see.”

As she closed her eyes the refrain from Bullet came to her mind: “So if I survive, then I’ll see you tomorrow, Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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I have a question. Why haven’t we canceled Azealia Banks yet?

We have canceled many other celebrities for less and even questioned their mental stability but Bank’s flip-flopping ass seems to be allowed time and time again to be the face of the word “toxic” and “hypocrisy,” yet we just let her slide on through until her next episode.

The alleged musician (yes, alleged) has openly called herself a racist, openly been a homophobe, and consistently degrades black men and black women, and for some reason, people still try to rationalize her erratic behavior. Get sis some help. We want to get Chris Brown help, we want to get Kanye West help, we kicked out Omorasa (I still can’t spell her name even though it’s a google search away), Stacy Dash and Ben Carson, but nobody bats an eye at Azealia who embodies each of these people…except Chris because she hasn’t been in a domestic violence scandal (yet). I mean, sis didn’t event trend properly today.

If you’re not up to date with her shenanigans, let me walk you through it. Let’s start with most recently, her beef with Belcalis (Cardi B), and it’s not the first time she has attacked Cardi either. According to Bank’s argument, Cardi is a caricature of black women (despite being black herself) and apparently, black women cannot behave like Cardi and make it far. I mean, Tiffany Haddish literally becoming famous for pissing on people in a movie be damned, and to hell with Lil Kim’s entire essence back in the day (I still want her Got Dick shirt), and I mean we can just forget about Trina’s neck, her back, her pussy and her crack. Frankly, maybe if Bank’s focused on her career and being true to herself WITHOUT shitting on other people maybe, just maybe she too could be a proud, carefree black woman.

Banks is obviously not happy with herself and is projecting her insecurities onto other artists. Her lack of stardom without having someone’s name attached to the headline bothers her. Think about the last time you’ve seen Bank’s name in the news without someone else there. The only people who really care about her are her trash fans, and gossip blogs (myself included. I had time today).

And while the media has a strong bias for people of color, Bank’s issue is majorly her own fault. She’s just an unpleasant person. She attacks you today then loves you tomorrow. She loves you Wednesday then shits on you at 11:59 p.m. that same day. We saw that when she professed her love for Donald Trump, and then turned around recently and said he’s making a mockery of the presidency. Which is it Banks? Which is it? No one trusts her. She probably can’t turn her back on herself.

But let’s look at Bank’s hypocrisy response by response so you can see how vapid this woman truly is.

Let’s start with Trump:

Banks in her interview on the Problematic Brunch (The Breakfast Club) said: “Everybody keeps trying to pin this love for Trump on me, [but] that wasn’t the point,” Banks, around the 28-minute mark, said. “It was more so just about the tax break. I feel like the system’s the same on both sides, you know, no matter who you’re voting for. The American Dream, it rests on a systematically oppressed underclass . . . That’s just the name of the game, so either way you go, somebody’s getting fucked. Wouldn’t you wanna get a couple extra, like, 30 thousand dollars back on your tax return? You’re getting fucked either way.”

While Kanye was sharing Dragon Energy with Trump, she also had a few anti-trump words to say:

“No @kimkardashian Kanye is not ahead of his time. I said alllll of these things during the election. I had an actual reason for it. Never once did I call trump a good person or say he deserves ‘love’. Y’all are aggravating the black people at the expense of dragging their outrage into more clicks/streams etc for whatever Kanye is about to drop.”

“Outrage is internet engagement algorithm 101, y’all are not slick,” Banks continued. “Nothing at all profound, necessary or eloquent about anything your husband says. I wish you would make him read a book cover to cover before you send that black man into a world of white people with such base level theories as well as his very limited vernacular as pertaining to any of the pseudo-intellectual things he tries to say.”

“Kanye will never be the president and you will never ever be the First Lady. Give it up sis.”

But Prior to this, Banks was actually a proud supporter of Trump:

“First off, I would like to apologize to Donald Trump for all the stupid jokes I made. (I was kidding). secondly, I would like to apologize for all the other times I was dumb enough to let the liberal media sway my opinion of you. Thirdly I’m fucking proud as FUCK of you. One for being a gemini, two for being from NYC, three for winning the presidency and four for beating the media. The last part is your biggest victory in my eyes and I must say that I am TRULY inspired by this and feel deep amounts of vindication. Thanks for letting me know that I’m not crazy (even though I fronted a few times) liberals run hollywood and it’s been a COLD WORLD OUT HERE FOR ME AS A TRUMP SUPPORTER 😹. Best of luck on everything and thanks again. Sincerely – AB #TRUMP2017”

But don’t worry, true to her nature, she took those word back later:

“I made a major mistake endorsing toupey-toupee. Women’s rights are important and we must protect them. I tried … I reached … I even carried … I take it all back,” Banks wrote, adding that she “feels so dumb” and vows to “never mix music and politics ever again.” Oh, and also, she’s signing a record deal with RZA.

Oh, but while women’s rights are important, she also wished gang rape on Sarah Palin.

Quick note: Majority of her outbreaks happen when she’s making music moves. Funny, considering she called Kanye out on his Publicity stunts. But moving along.

During this same year in May, Azealia admitted that she was racist while professing her support for Trump:

“So am I ! …. lol. Racism/Racialism is sewn into the fabric of our nation. It’s just who the f— we are,” she started, followed by “Trying to be all PC and pretending as if we aren’t racial/racist is not good for culture. Censorship is boring” and “Censorship is trash. Television and Movies are even boring now because of it. No one can say anything anymore.”

I’ll get to her homophobic tweets later (maybe, because this post is getting pretty damn long), but she apologized for being racist later. This was after she called Zayn from one direction a “Sand Niggxx”:

I don’t think anyone has issued more apologies than Azealia. She supposedly doesn’t care about anyone’s opinions yet an apology is always ready. Remember when she apologized to Nicki Minaj, Beyonce, and homosexuals? Because screenshots are forever.

Nicki Apology

Beyonce apology

Homosexual Apology

LGBTQ Apology

Remember that time she said she doesn’t apologize, then apologized, then came back and said she means what she says?

Now, people are saying we can’t hold her accountable for the things she said in the past because it takes away from the message of colorism and media bias she was trying to make in her interview. But that’s not how that works. While people are fully capable of growth, Banks has shown time and time again that her apologies are nothing more than damage control to save herself as she then repeats the same antics again.

Amara La Negra has been actively speaking about color bias in the industry and had Banks truly been down for the cause, she would have focused on that. Hell, before Amara we’ve been talking about it and we didn’t call anyone an illiterate rat in the process because we know that they are victims of circumstances they did not create. Attacking victims of the system does not aid in dismantling it. She continuously name-drops people because of her dislike for them. I expect she’ll be delivering an apology to Cardi sometime in the near future as per usual because “growth.”

And while we are trying to make her the voice of Black America, do you remember when she called a black woman a gorilla?

Nothing says black empowerment and unity like chitlin juice

And in some twisted work of irony, she was mad at Cardi B twerking while pregnant and in a later tweet she said her future kids “won’t go online and find pictures of her butthole,” as she plays on respectability politics, but Banks herself is online with her cooter out because she thought letting her pubic free was empowering. If hypocrisy had a face it would be Banks, and frankly, that’s why, whatever her message, I cannot support it.

Banks doesn’t care about the plight of black people, she cares about digging her way through whatever scandal she can to finally grasp some form of relevancy. Everything she does is for herself while you all try to paint her as some martyr for being outspoken. The girl is trash.

Azealia Banks is a proud, narcissistic contrarian with a hard-on for attacking women in a poorly thought out scheme to gain some shine, all the while using serious topics in her faux attempt to sound educated and “aware” when really she’s a backass twattle fuck masquerading as an intellectual.

And just like “fetch” I wish you all would stop trying to make her happen.

You can’t spell Hypocrite without Azealia Banks I have a question. Why haven’t we canceled Azealia Banks yet? We have canceled many other celebrities for less and even questioned their mental stability but Bank’s flip-flopping ass seems to be allowed time and time again to be the face of the word “toxic” and “hypocrisy,” yet we just let her slide on through until her next episode.

#Azealia Banks #Beyonce #black women #Blogging #Cardi B #celebrities #Donald Trump #Homophobia #Hypocrisy #Hypocrite #Kanye West #Kim Kardashian #Media #pop culture #respectability politics #toxic #Zayn

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