The bartender was continuously clicking through the channels of the tv that sat behind the bar. It mostly sat turned off except for the early hours of the morning when the club cleared out or when the city was over run with the undead. It was all static and had been for the past hour...until now.
Jorel scratched at his labret on his lip when suddenly KTUU began to broadcast their signal. The patrons at the bar circled in as he lifted the tv and put it on the counter, facing out into the crowd. A hush fell over the bar as they watched.
'The Center for Disease Control has reported that the entire city of Nachton has been closed off, effectively isolating this aggressive virus. All residents of Nachton are to stay indoors, barricade their homes and do not attempt to search for loved ones. These zombies are unusually fast, aggressive and violent. Nachton Police Department, its Immediate Response Swat Team and Duibne Industries Security force has been dispatched to contain affected areas and protect the uncontaminated.'
Jet Donovan dipped his head to keep his face in the shot and there were gulps and small screams when the patrons in the bar saw what the camera man undoubtedly saw himself.
'John, what the fuck?'
Jorel's face twisted in disgust as the camera caught Jet Donovan's initiation into the zombie horde. This was going to take over everyone in the city. They were downstairs now, pounding on the elevator shaft which the management had taken offline here on the twentieth floor, effectively trapping them in. They were safe, but for how long? He tried to reason with his growing hysteria. It could be worse.
Although he wasn't quite sure how.
Fortress of Solitude Amongst the Fanged - House of Pain - Safe Haven
Of all the fetish vampire gin joints in all the cities being over run by zombies - House of Pain ended up being a safe place to be. Twenty floors above the streets of Nachton, completed sealed off from the one entrance to the elevator and no emergency stairs to be climbed by zombies - the vampire fetish club, for the moment, was the safest place to be in the Industrial district of Nachton.
No one inside knew how long it had been since the first infection, they only knew that security had immediately cut off the elevator entrance at the first sign of trouble. There had been scarier things in Nachton that had troubled the minds of those who ruled House of Pain - but tonight, Halloween night, a normally traditional night of Vampires and things that go shriek in the night, vampires were being hunted by something scarier than them.
The Voice
17 years ago
Alexandra
17 years ago
Hearing the sounds coming from outside the room she lifted her head, her sharp senses picking up on the distress of the patrons inside the club.
"Peter... we need to get the hell out of this room and find out what the hell is going on before those freaking zombies find a way inside this place, do you really think me answering your vampire questions is important at a time like this... for Christ sake man get a reality check!"
Getting to her feet she opened the door and headed back towards the bar area, walking over to where Jorel was standing with the tv she made her way through the crowd gathering around the tv to get the latest news, there was panic, so much panic and she too felt it creep up inside of her, but she had to stay calm, panicking was NOT an option.
Placing a calming hand on Jorel's arm she made the bartender jump, when he noticed it was her he sighed in relief, Alexandra was one of the regulars at the HOP he knew her face, she always gave good tips.
"What's going on Jorel? any news?"
As the distressed man filled her in she took a seat, the sound of a woman crying made her feel really annoyed for some reason, sending a death glare at the sobbing wench she turned back towards the bar to look at the tv as Jorel zapped around looking for more news.
"Peter... we need to get the hell out of this room and find out what the hell is going on before those freaking zombies find a way inside this place, do you really think me answering your vampire questions is important at a time like this... for Christ sake man get a reality check!"
Getting to her feet she opened the door and headed back towards the bar area, walking over to where Jorel was standing with the tv she made her way through the crowd gathering around the tv to get the latest news, there was panic, so much panic and she too felt it creep up inside of her, but she had to stay calm, panicking was NOT an option.
Placing a calming hand on Jorel's arm she made the bartender jump, when he noticed it was her he sighed in relief, Alexandra was one of the regulars at the HOP he knew her face, she always gave good tips.
"What's going on Jorel? any news?"
As the distressed man filled her in she took a seat, the sound of a woman crying made her feel really annoyed for some reason, sending a death glare at the sobbing wench she turned back towards the bar to look at the tv as Jorel zapped around looking for more news.
Peter Haines
17 years ago
Peter sighed. The question was important... 'Well at least vampires needed to ask permission before entering a building,' he reasured himself and thought of garlic, 'Hopefully'. He walked over to Alexandra and tried to think of what he should say at a time like this. A woman started crying, and Peter, thankful for the distraction, began to walk over then paused.
If he walked over sat down and tried to comfort the woman, he would not leave. He would stay there and try to ignore the entire situation. He turned back towards where Alexandra was sitting, 'I need to get answers, and if she doesn't have them she'll at least help me find more questions.' he thought. He sighed, partially torn between what he wanted to do and what needed to happen, before beginning the slow walk over to Alexandra.
Another man sat down next to the woman and asked her if she was okay as Peter sat down next to Alexandra at the bar, who was staring silently at the television screen. "What's the word on what's happening out there?" He asked her quietly.
If he walked over sat down and tried to comfort the woman, he would not leave. He would stay there and try to ignore the entire situation. He turned back towards where Alexandra was sitting, 'I need to get answers, and if she doesn't have them she'll at least help me find more questions.' he thought. He sighed, partially torn between what he wanted to do and what needed to happen, before beginning the slow walk over to Alexandra.
Another man sat down next to the woman and asked her if she was okay as Peter sat down next to Alexandra at the bar, who was staring silently at the television screen. "What's the word on what's happening out there?" He asked her quietly.
Uninfected
17 years ago
Jorel blinked and pointed towards the television as it repeated the broadcast of the news reporter's death. His mouth opened with the intent to comment but just could not find the words. He put the remote down and shrugged.
'We're trapped.'
'We're trapped.'
Peter Haines
17 years ago
Peter watched the broadcast as his stomach started to twist itself into knots. He fought not to close his eyes or turn away as he saw Jet Donovan be torn apart. Once the broadcast had decended into red tinted growling and tearing sounds, as some of the blood had splashed on the lens, Peter noticed that most of the other patrons were looking away from the screen and trying to ignore the gruesome scene. Something important was in it, though he couldn't figure out what.
'He's right, we're trapped in here just as much as we're protected.', he thought, bleakly. Peter turned back to the bartender and said the only acceptable thing he could think of in the situation. "Oh." He watched again as the broadcast repeated itself again, this time studying the scene as a cop rather than a civilian. His eyes darted around the screen, scanning the figures, watching closely how each moved, as he analyzed what he was seeing.
He glanced at the bartender, wondering a moment if he knew about vampires or werewolves. Well, if he didn't, it hardly mattered much now. "I can count four of those zombies that won't keep the same shape if the moon were in a different stage, and two others that aren't out just for flesh." he spoke quietly, he glanced away from the screen and over to Alexandra before continuing, "If the group downstairs gets up here, how long do you think we could hold them off?"
'He's right, we're trapped in here just as much as we're protected.', he thought, bleakly. Peter turned back to the bartender and said the only acceptable thing he could think of in the situation. "Oh." He watched again as the broadcast repeated itself again, this time studying the scene as a cop rather than a civilian. His eyes darted around the screen, scanning the figures, watching closely how each moved, as he analyzed what he was seeing.
He glanced at the bartender, wondering a moment if he knew about vampires or werewolves. Well, if he didn't, it hardly mattered much now. "I can count four of those zombies that won't keep the same shape if the moon were in a different stage, and two others that aren't out just for flesh." he spoke quietly, he glanced away from the screen and over to Alexandra before continuing, "If the group downstairs gets up here, how long do you think we could hold them off?"
Alexandra
16 years ago
Quietly observing the screen Alexandra bit her bottom lip, yes they were trapped but that didn't mean she would give up without a fight, glancing over at Peter she shrugged, looking over at Jorel she sighed, great just what she needed an over concerned Cop and a good for nothing bartender.
"Look if they get in here we fight, simple as that, use what we have, I know there are some weapons around here from the security guys and there are axes near the fire exit's so what ever happens happens is what I say"
Pushing herself up on top of the bar she smirked at Peter, moving over it she disappeared beneath it, sounds of empty bottles could be heard as she moved around, coming back up she held a couple of bottles in her arms, placing them down on the bar she pushed one towards Peter.
"Go ahead, smash it, broken bottles make great weapons, nothing like cutting with broken glass"
Smashing a bottle she held the bottle neck in her hand, running her finger along it's razor sharp edge her eyes darkened, yes these would have to do it worse came to worse.
"Look if they get in here we fight, simple as that, use what we have, I know there are some weapons around here from the security guys and there are axes near the fire exit's so what ever happens happens is what I say"
Pushing herself up on top of the bar she smirked at Peter, moving over it she disappeared beneath it, sounds of empty bottles could be heard as she moved around, coming back up she held a couple of bottles in her arms, placing them down on the bar she pushed one towards Peter.
"Go ahead, smash it, broken bottles make great weapons, nothing like cutting with broken glass"
Smashing a bottle she held the bottle neck in her hand, running her finger along it's razor sharp edge her eyes darkened, yes these would have to do it worse came to worse.
Peter Haines
16 years ago
Peter eyed the broken bottle Alexandra was holding, thinking faintly of all the damage he'd seen them cause in a bar fight. Peter pulled out a small pocketknife and cut off the label around the neck of the bottle before flicking it away with the knife; the embossed silver coat of arms winked in the light as the label fluttered to the ground on the other side of the bar.
Peter took hold of the neck of the bottle and thought of how he'd seen this done. Peter knew there was a certain art to breaking a bottle. If he breaker wasn't careful, instead of the weapon they were looking for, they would only find themselves gaining a handful of glass when the bottle shattered. Peter gave the bartender a slightly apologetic look before he brought the bottle down onto the edge of the bar. The glass broke into a jagged edge, and Peter felt faintly relieved to be holding something to fight with though at the same time he felt like something small was dying inside.
'This isn't something a police officer should use' he thought and he reached up to adjust his sunglasses self-conciously only to find that they had been left them in the back room. Peter thought briefly about going to get them before dismissing the idea. He didn't need the sunglasses, and going to get them would look odd. 'I can get them later,' he attempted to reassure himself weakly. 'It's would be pretty pitiful if I can't even talk to someone without having something to cover my eyes.'
Peter took hold of the neck of the bottle and thought of how he'd seen this done. Peter knew there was a certain art to breaking a bottle. If he breaker wasn't careful, instead of the weapon they were looking for, they would only find themselves gaining a handful of glass when the bottle shattered. Peter gave the bartender a slightly apologetic look before he brought the bottle down onto the edge of the bar. The glass broke into a jagged edge, and Peter felt faintly relieved to be holding something to fight with though at the same time he felt like something small was dying inside.
'This isn't something a police officer should use' he thought and he reached up to adjust his sunglasses self-conciously only to find that they had been left them in the back room. Peter thought briefly about going to get them before dismissing the idea. He didn't need the sunglasses, and going to get them would look odd. 'I can get them later,' he attempted to reassure himself weakly. 'It's would be pretty pitiful if I can't even talk to someone without having something to cover my eyes.'
Uninfected
16 years ago
House of Pain shuddered momentarily, the clinking of glass signaling something of great force just happened outside. Jorel and the rest of the uninfected ran towards the windows and looked out. The fiery plume of smoke curled up into the sky. Duibne Industries triple towers and the surrounding buildings lit up from the orange flames and then fell back into their shadows. Downtown was on fire and multiple explosions could be heard as far as the Industrial district.
Looking down Jorel could see the zombies look towards the light and move away from the building.
'They're leaving,' he muttered. But for how long?
Looking down Jorel could see the zombies look towards the light and move away from the building.
'They're leaving,' he muttered. But for how long?