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Started by Cylie , Nov 3rd 2015 20:15
akira - Nov 11th 2015 08:54
Unfortunately, Kilo had to ensure a safe stay for Clarissa, since her medical and mental state were still at the critical levels. He'd leave her in some kind of underground shelter, not very far from the woods. He used to stay in this shelter to hide from the terrible apocalyptic event. Therefore, he had some other business to attend to as Clarissa regained her health.
Kilo would walk out of the shelter, covering it's metallic enterance with a couple of leaves and grass, kicking his feet into motion, adjusting his mask and Katana on his back, as well as checking up the amount of ammunition inside his dual silenced Beretta's , each located on outer sides of his thighs.
His goal was very clear. To seek out the psychopathic gardener and judge the fact whether he is a real danger or not. His pace would be steady, and there he knew where to begin his hunt. In the woods, where they first met.
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akira - Nov 11th 2015 10:58
Following the footsteps and marks of blood that Soul and Blizzard left behind them, he finally reached the end of the trail. Surprisingly, in the city zone. He'd swiftly make his way up to the nearest low-profile rooftop in order to watch the hous he suspected, they would be in. Patiently waiting, he crossed his arms on his chest and blankly stared on the house, remaining vigilant and focused.
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akira - Nov 11th 2015 11:16
Kilo would eventually decide that waiting is not a permanent solution. He'd drop off the ledge of the rooftop, reaching with his right hand for his Katana, unsheathing it. He'd kick his feet into motion, pacing towards the Medic's house. His footsteps wouldn't be loud as he payed attention to not make much noise before his introduction.
He'd stop in front of the front door, leading to the house, Holding his Katana in his right hand, so the tip would face the ground. He'd move his left hand up, connecting his knuckles with the wood, knocking a couple of times, waiting for a response.
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akira - Nov 11th 2015 12:55
Kilo would eye Blizz, stepping into the room. As she took a seat, he stared on them with the look that lacked emotion. Only then he'd reveal the curved katana in his right hand. He'd kneel down, facing the duo. He'd speak out in a rather quied tone.
- Who is he ?
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akira - Nov 11th 2015 15:54
However, for Kilo's surprise, for when he walked a couple of meters from the house, an unhuman growling and footsteps struck throughout his ears. He slowly moved his gaze up, only to see that there's a group of infected marching towards him. With no life in their eyes, sagging flesh here and there, and thrist for blood they steadily strolled towards Kilo.
He'd move his right hand up to his face, only to adjust the mask covering his lower face. Almost immediately he'd grab the handle of his Katana with the same hand, slowly sliding it out of it's sheathe. Sound of the cold steel being grinded aganist the metallic insides of the sheathe sent a wave of goosebumps up his spine. Kilo, already annoyed by the fact he had to leave Clarissa only to seek out an unworthy information like this, genuinely grinned underneath the mask as he bent his back in a perfect 60° degree, and flipped the blade horizontally, glaring on the horde from behind the blade. He was preparing himself until the group gets close enough, so he can do what he was made for once again. He'd close his eyes for a short while, taking a deep breath, feeling himself being one with the blade he weilded.
Not a moment later, he'd dash off from his position with an incredible thrust, he'd sprint towards the group of infected. Once close enough, he'd retract the blade, performing a half-pirouette, in order to get to the very center of the horde. Upon performing a successful half-pirouette, he'd extend the hand which was weilding the blade, finishing the piroutte in the middle of infected. The blade pierced through their bodies like a hot knife through butter. Therefore, he'd finish his move, only to send a push-kick into the infected that strolled in front of him. Kilo felt he broke a couple of infected's ribs. Right after the kick, he'd turn around, with his blade extended, this time aimed for the higher parts. Slashing through their necks, Kilo would feel the incredibly irresistable agony inside his head once again. Slowly but surely losing his mind, knee-deep in blood he jumped from one infected to another, making enough space for himself to take them all out one by one.
After a few moments, there was nothing left to cut. Kilo took a deep breath, wiping the blood off the blade, sheathing it once again. He'd take a quick look around himself, only to be a witness to the slaughterhouse he caused. With a short smirk, He'd look up on the sky, lost in thoughts.
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Cylie - Nov 12th 2015 11:54
Clarissa woke up from her sleep inside the club house, she figured she would eventually call of something else but club house was good for now, she went outside to realize she was once again alone. She ate a meager meal of canned food then headed out to the city, she needed more supplies. She began her walk through the trees. After tripping on a fallen branch sh altered an infected, it charged.
She screamed and ran, not wanting to kill it, but afraid to help it. The infected was a man, he was armed with a gun and a pocket knife. Clarissa doubled back and ran behind a tree, it took no time for him to catch up. Lagged and held the open pocket knife to her throat, clarissa pulled a single knife from her belt and slashed it across the mans wrist, he dropped the knife but then aimed with his gun, clarissa tried to get out of the way but the bullet hit her shoulder with a jolt she fell against the tree behind her, she screamed as blood soaked her shoulder and arm, but she refused to die, clarissa held up her knife and flicked her wrist, the blade embedded itself in the mans chest, he fell, dead. And clarissa fell as well, but she was still alive and awake.
Edited Nov 12th 2015 11:57
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akira - Nov 12th 2015 14:19
Kilo would wake up from his trance as the sound of gunshot rang through the streets. He swiftly rose up from the ground, dashing towards the sound of the gunshot. After running around the last corner to arrive to the source of gunshot, it was rather depressing for him to see Clarissa laying on the ground, holding her shoulder.
He'd sigh deeply before kicking his feet into motion again, jogging towards her. He stopped right next to her, dropping down on his right knee, grabbing Clarissa by her shoulders, eying her face and wound afterwards.
- What happened ? - his voice would be calm and soft, but distressed and urgent aswell.
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Cylie - Nov 12th 2015 16:00
"I-i seem to attract a lot of trouble..." She gigled nervously. Clarissa tilted her head to one side as she fully realized kilo was the person in front of her, "hello again," she mumbled.
(I took my friends phone but. Gotta give it back...so I'll be back on later!)
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