veronica stavros. (aintascene) wrote in rulethenight, @ 2011-09-07 02:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, duncan williams, plot: night of the living dead, veronica stavros |
you start to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it;
She could hear them. It wasn't like anything she had expected - though one never really expects the dead to rise from their graves, do they? - and there was no way to compare it to the movies. Not really. They weren't Romero's zombies, slow and shambling groaners; Ronnie could hear the monsters outside as they tore through the neighborhood, grunting, hissing, and the screaming. All she wanted was to put her music in, blast something loud and raucous to drown all of them out, but she had the sneaking suspicion that the monsters might be drawn to the noise.
If nothing else, she had her work to distract her, and she tried to focus. Without general power, keeping the Hollow's main systems running should have been nothing impossible for someone else. Ronnie was, of course, always prepared. She knew her back-up generators wouldn't last for more than two days - three in a push - but she had to hope that something would be done by then. Of course, what the hell could actually be done about zombies?
Ronnie squeezed her eyes shut. It seemed that no amount of focus on her computers and her data could keep her mind away from what was happening on streets outside. She could smell terror laced in with the stomach-twisting scent that some of the undead carried with them. Outside, something gave an awful, inhuman bellow, loud enough and close enough that Ronnie startled violently. A hard push send her rolling chair flying back from the desk where she sat - she all but flung herself into the opposite wall. Panic welled, fear not far behind it; with a whimper, Ronnie clapped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes for good measure. Her frantic heartbeat was like thunder in her ears, but she still couldn't keep out the screaming...