Zoriella Anna Phillips; Zoëy (_zombieslayer_) wrote in redrumlogs, @ 2014-04-11 21:13:00 |
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Current mood: | uncomfortable |
Entry tags: | rikku, zoey phillips |
So Skittish!
Who: Zoey, and OPEN
What: Food search.
Where: Headed from the third floor where she isolated herself.
When: About dawn, very early morning. To avoid running into people.
Status | Rating: Complete | PG13
Notes: Thread start is very long/descriptive. Complete-- Unless new people/others want to tag. I'd be cool with continuing with this.
The young woman had investigated a portion of the hotel by herself, enough to notice no zombies but other people. After testing the waters, and hearing from Rick Grimes and learning that for one most people have no concept of the dead walking around eating the remainder of the living. And two, she was very well the only person here that was a carrier .. immune. Which meant essentially she, given all logic, could cause an outbreak her own damn self. Zoey was a open minded person, maybe it was living the way she had been or perhaps even all the movies she'd seen growing up. Horror and Science Fiction being her thing, but even still this was very bizarre. Last thing she remembered was being on the boat heading to the islands. And now Francis and Louise weren't any where to be seen or heard from. Hell she'd even give anything to see Nick's sarcastic little face, with his cupcake remarks.
But regardless of needing to figure this thing out, Zoey knew what need done. At first she thought it was figure a way away from the others. So she headed outside on the grounds. But no matter what direction she went in it looped back towards the hotel. And she became very tired of it, and in general. So, next step, for the moment anyway. Isolation. Zoey figured she need to isolate herself from the others. The place was big, she'd find a room that was quite and away from others.
She found herself on the third floor, somewhere in the east end of the hotel. No body seemed to be anywhere around, so this would be a good place to stake-out. Upon securing the room, and out of habit making sure it was clear of infected. The woman locked and chained the door, and then pushed the very large dressing in-front of the door as an extra precaution. For the time being she was less concerned with the windows, at least, that was until infected started showing up. Particularly those that may leap, scale walls, or in some other manner get into the third-floor windows. (Like, being grappled by a smoker tongue.)
For a long while she just stood listening. Listening to the very eerie silence. It made her extremely uneasy. After searching the room for any salvageable supplies, again out of habit. She came up with some random cloths she found in the dresser drawers that may fit her, if not, at least a little baggy. Fresh bedding, bathroom amenities including a hair dryer, and well running hot water. Not a whole lot. But given the last time she had any of that, she wasn't going to complain. In fact she was going to take serious advantage of it. Although, since for the most part the hotel seemed to be rotting away from the inside out, all the clean linen and guest sized toiletries was a little out of place.
Taking the clothes into the bathroom, she also dragged the lounging chair in with her and propped it up under the door after locking it. Setting her sub-machine gun right next to it, and her pair of magnum pistols near the toilet. All her other supplies on to the bathroom counter-top; first aid kit, pills, flash light, ammo, and pipe-bomb. Stripping her clothes she scrubbed each article in the sink with warm water. Her things saturated in blood stains and reminisce of boomer goo. Before washing her pink jacket out, she dug deep into the pocket, fishing out the picture of her father and herself. Draping the clothes over the chair she then climbed into the shower, and lost herself in the warmth of the hot water.
She herself had blood, guts, and bile all over herself and in her hair. Watching as the running off water, started as a dark red and slowly changed to more of a pink, and then eventually the transparent water that it ought to be. Zoey used up all the shampoo and soap in the bathroom. But it was surely worth it, she hadn't felt so good in, well since the beginning of the outbreak. Wasn't time, nor any place for showers. She almost felt human again, as she climbed out wrapping herself in a large bath towel. The clothes were in fact a bit big and baggy, but it was alright. She would manage.
After searching the bathroom she found a few more things of use, and put away into her first aid kit for later use. Making sure the bathroom was as titty as possible she managed to get the door open, and crawled into bed. Although after getting all her things, it wasn't in her nature to be far from her things. Since, normally, any moment things may change and would need to run or make use of her belongings. She even slept with gun in hand. The woman was so exhausted that she feel right to sleep. Zoey hadn't had a good nights rest since the beginning. Cause even in safe rooms, the sounds of infected where never far from the bared doors.
When Zoey woke, it was still slightly dark out. The sound and sensation of her stomach rumbling had been what woke her. Not being sure how long she slept, Zoey was up and staring out the window for any signs of infected. She tried ignoring the pains of hunger; she could manage to get water from the sink. But, before coming here, had been a long while since she ate. Zoey could manage to stay hydrated in this isolated room, but slowly dying of starvation would be ridiculous when she was certain there had to be a kitchen somewhere. Glancing out side again, was very early maybe everyone else was still asleep and she could sneak about without running into anyone. Although in the back of her mind she kept telling herself, it wouldn't matter if it was airborne transmission of the virus. She could have already infected people just by being in the hotel and breathing the some overall air.
After gathering all her things, including her now damp (and still very ruined) clothes which she stuffed into with her first aid kit. Her jacket she put on, and prepared to leave. Pushing the dresser out of the way, she unlocked the door and made her way out into the hallway. Moving corridor to corridor in a very effective manner, scanning it, sub-machine gun in hand, wall to her back, and then proceeding forward when she saw the way was clear. She hadn't seen anyone, infected or wandering people. But then, she heard something dead ahead. Zoey froze. It wasn't the concept of it being a Walker, but rather, it a unimmune human. And what would happen, immediately she regretted leaving the sanctuary of her isolated room. But, regardless she stood staring down the hall way, waiting to see what it was. Although it wasn't defenseless, she certainly did point her sub-machine gun in the direction of the sound.