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| Topic Started: Mar 9 2015, 11:45 PM (7,952 Views) | |
| Gene Hunt | Mar 9 2015, 11:45 PM Post #1 |
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*Four months have gone by since the first case broke out. Four months since their lives all turned upside down. London fell first, then Manchester afterwards. Gene'll forever be proud of that. All those posh hoity-toity Southerners, coming up 'ere, bringing their diseases! But it's nothing to laugh about, not really. The virus spreads fast, claiming every city, town and village in the country. Nowhere is safe, or so the radio says. Stay in your houses, lock the doors, don't go out for any reason. But of course that instantly sent everyone into a panic, and now the roads are clogged with abandoned and burnt out vehicles, unpassable even with Gene's extensive knowledge of the city's backstreets. They were all in the station when it went down - reports of crazed citizens biting and savaging other members of the public. News reports from London had prepared them all for what was to come, but seeing it in the flesh was another thing altogether. Mrs Peterson from the local offie, knawing on Mr Sajib's leg like a chicken drumstick, blood everywhere... They knew they'd have to put her down, but shooting at a familiar face, eyes white and mouth red, hissing and gargling coming from her throat? Nobody could have been ready for that. They did what they could with the resources the had until finally the city collapsed and chaos took over. Looting and fires, death and destruction were everywhere. People fleeing to the country, people arriving fleeing from the country, people barricading themselves indoors, camping out on rooftops... It was like something from a film. With half of the force already bitten and turned, the remaining police had no choice but to lock themselves in the station and sit it out for a while. And though he hated sitting about and waiting, Gene had to admit that the station was the best place for them to be. There were secure areas like the cells, a canteen with a mostly full larder. Enough storeys for them to watch the city and stairs for when the power finally was cut to the lift. The power switching off was part of what finally did it. The fridge and freezer warmed, ruining half of the already dwindling food supplies. Everybody had known that the station couldn't be a permanent fortress from the horrors outside, and it was now time to venture out. The running water went with the electricity, and people were needing to go out on food and water collections. That lasted a couple more weeks until finally the lack of supplies began to turn people on each other. Then they hear the battery operated radio crackle. Salvation, a fortified camp up north. Only a few hours drive on a clear motorway, but with no vehicle it'd take weeks to walk it. More, considering the slow and cautious pace they'd have to take. But with supplies running low and morale at breaking point, it was a risk they'd have to take. Appointing himself leader (as if anyone would have objected) and Sam as second on command, Gene posed an ultimatum. Anyone who wanted to fight for a chance to survive could join him. Anyone who wanted to waste away in this godforsaken building could starve to death on their own. What was left of CID and a few other officers accepted, filling their police rucksacks with as much bottled water and canned food as they could reasonably take from the others, guns - lots of guns, and set off, bound for the various shops they needed things from. Pop up tents, knives, more weapons, toothpaste, matches... Anything of use. A few fell during the mission, but mostly the run was a success, lasting a few days with them using a shop as a Base. And now, Gene walks next to Sam as they navigate their way through yet another car-obstructed road. They're out of Manchester now, but the shelter is still weeks away. Progress has been slow. Humans have turned out to be just as dangerous as the bloody zombies so far - ambushing anyone they could for supplies. Vince was bitten on the leg not far out of the city. It took 12 hours for the fever to finally finish him off, and then another whole five minutes for Gene to pull himself together enough to strike the final blow. He won't have one of his own walking around like one of those monsters. With their slowly diminishing group in tow, they keep walking. Night'll be setting in soon... Two hours or so and it'll be dark. Gene turns to Sam, chin peppered with stubble and dirt smudged on his face, voice rough with the effort of keeping his legs moving* S'gonna get dark soon... Should try to find somewhere to sleep. *looks past his partner at the dark abandoned houses on one side of the street, focusing on the one at the end - more windows for escape routes that way. * Think Mr and Mrs Undead'll mind if we squat for the night? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 10 2015, 07:18 AM Post #2 |
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*snorts, staring straight ahead at said house* Not bloody likely. Let's go for it. *These last few months... It wouldn't be fair to say that they have been harder on Sam than all the others, he knows that - but that knowledge doesn't keep him from thinking it. He'd been able to hide it from the others (he thinks), but when the first breakouts were reported, he nearly had a nervous breakdown. He'd fallen back into an old, but frighteningly familiar pattern of thought. None of this is real. Because, how could it be? From what Sam understands of what happened to him - and that is precious little as it is - he's a time traveller. He's seen the future. And he is very, very sure that the history books never said a thing about the world ending in 1974 because of the breakout of a zombie virus. It didn't happen. So why is it happening now? None of these questions had stopped the events from unfolding, and so Sam had to adapt, like it or not. Had to shoot those infected, like it or not. When he came across his aunt Heather, stained with blood and other things, snarling at him, he shot her as well. And he nearly lost it. Nearly. When Gene appointed him second in command, Sam threw himself at the role with the same vehemency he'd once exhibited upon making DCI (in a future that now apparently doesn't exist anymore), needing to do his best, needing to make sure they survived that treck, all of them. They'd been fairly successful so far. Except for Vince and a few others. But Annie is still there, as well as Ray, Chris, and even Phyllis. There's hope. Sam has to keep telling himself that - there's nothing else, otherwise. Sam scratches at his chin - just as stubbly as Gene's - and warily scans their surroundings. It's been quiet today, there have been no ambushes, and no zombie sightings either, which is a small miracle in itself. But they can't let their guard down.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 10 2015, 08:15 PM Post #3 |
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Right. *reaches behind him, brushing his ragged coat out of the way and producing one of the two knives he carries, cocking it ready.* You get the door open, I'll go in first. You cover me. Bish bash bosh, Bob's yer uncle. *turns to his team, halting them with a hand motion. They should all know the score by now. Sweep the building, cover all the rooms and deal with any dead still walking as quietly as possible. Keeping his voice down, Gene issues his orders in a hushed voice - it's quiet here... Eerily quiet, even. No need to alert any lingering undead that may be lurking in the shadows.* Right, you know the drill. Ray, Chris - you're second wave. Cartwright, you're third. Phyllis, you keep the rest in line and bring 'em in when we give the all clear. Keep 'em peeled while you're waiting. S'been quiet, but knowing our luck it's just the calm before the ruddy storm. *turns back to Sam, giving the nod and moving towards his position, waiting for Sam to do his magic with the lock. Kicking doors down doesn't work so well any more. Not when stealth is the key to survival now.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 10 2015, 08:26 PM Post #4 |
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*Sam as well reaches for his weapon of choice for a situation like this - a hunting knife he managed to pick up from one of the houses they'd raided before - and nods at Gene's command, his mouth pulled into a grim line. Once again they have to do this... Once again they are going to defy the future as he thought he'd known it. The others nod as well, keeping quiet - they as well know that not alerting any of the possibly lurking zombies to their presence is the most important thing right now. Weapons at the ready, they're waiting for Gene's command to storm the building. First things first though... With one last glance at Gene, Sam steps forward, switching his knife to his left hand while producing his worn-down lockpick with the other. During the last few weeks, he has become very good at picking locks, Sam isn't proud of that. He takes a quiet breath, then sets to work. Barely half a minute later, there's a quiet click. Sam steps back from the door, steeling himself. Despite everything, his heart is still hammering at the thought of what they might encounter...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 10 2015, 10:39 PM Post #5 |
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*watches Sam undo the lock with baited breath - the adrenaline's rising, he can feel it. The grip on his knife, the thump of his heart, the sharpening of his vision. He's ready. Finally there's that click, and Gene's moving on instinct. With one swift motion he twists the door handle and uses his body weight to slide his way in. It's dim and dusty inside - the curtains drawn and the power long switched off. But the main thing - it's also quiet. Gene pauses in the middle of the hall, listening. But - nothing. Slowly, he begins to edge his way through, pushing each door he encounters open and giving it a quick glance. Again, nothing. Tense and on edge and very aware of Sam at his back, Gene moves through to the back rooms. To his relief, Gene sees that all the windows are intact, and more importantly, no bodies. This must have belonged to one of the people who's car now decorates the landscape.* *in a whisper* Ray, Cartwright - sweep upstairs. Chris, get Phyllis to round up the herd and bring 'em in. If there are any up there it's only gonna be one or two. *turns to Sam, dropping his backpack down on the floor and sheathing his knife* We'll make camp 'ere tonight, then. Seems safe enough. House like this, there's got to be at least two bedrooms up there as well as this. *gestures to the dusty three-piece suite* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 11 2015, 06:48 AM Post #6 |
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*Sam follows Gene inside, hard at his heels, his eyes already adjusting to the darkness inside (the adrenaline must be helping with that). Their breathing seems strangely amplified, but after a moment Sam realises that this is also because there is nothing else to hear. It's dead quiet inside the house, and that can only mean that there really is no one here... neither living nor undead. Still, he stays at Gene's back, knife raised and ready. Whenever they do this, there is one thought at the front of his mind, and only the one: He has to protect Gene at all cost. After everything that's happened, everything that has irrevocably gone, Sam can't stand to lose Gene as well... that can't happen, not ever. Just like Gene, Sam takes in all the tell-tale signs - intact windows, hardly any destruction, the complete quiet apart from their muffled footsteps. As Ray and Annie disappear upstairs with a muttered "Guv", Sam as well lowers his knife slowly, though he doesn't relax just yet (who is he kidding, he hasn't been relaxed in four months).* There's no smell either. No corpses. *As Phyllis ushers in the rest of their group - their numbers have dwindled so drastically, there's only about 15 of them left, and that's including the core group - Sam watches Gene drop his backpack, and gives a weary huff* What, we get to sleep in real beds? I can hardly believe my luck. *Though he isn't kidding himself, they'll definitely draw lots for who gets to sleep where, or else there will be mutiny. But he also can't deny that the prospect of staying at a proper place, for once, does sound very alluring, bed or no bed... With the windows all in one piece, the house will provide good shelter from the cold. Finally, Sam stows away his own knife and takes off his backpack, just as Annie comes back downstairs. "All clear, there's nothin' up there." Sam nods, and finally he allows himself a little bit of relief. They've made it through another day...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 11 2015, 06:18 PM Post #7 |
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*mutters quietly to Sam, aware of the others making their way downstairs* Bit of privacy too, thank god. *looks at Annie as she appears in the doorway. Looks like they've been lucky today - no undead encounters at all and now a place to sleep. Jackpot.* If I wasn't so knackered, I'd jump in the air and cheer. Right - Sam and I'll take the first watch. You lot sort out who's sleepin' where and pair up for the lookout shifts, you're used to it by now. *bends to rummage in his backpack for a moment, pulling out a gun, a spoon and a tin of alphabetti spaghetti. Not exactly nutritious, but anything edible is precious. Half a tin each should do it. Trusting the rest of the team to sort themselves out and lock up the door securely, Gene gestures to Sam to follow him and heads upstairs, intending to set up their lookout post at the front bedroom window. They won't be able to light a candle in there, but it has a good view of the street. The fact that it's a private space is just a bonus.* So. I eat A-L, you eat M-Z. Sound fair? *smirks, grateful for the moment's peace and the room for humour* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 11 2015, 07:34 PM Post #8 |
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*merely gives Gene a weary smile in response - private time indeed... And he should have trusted Gene to be able to indeed get them said private space. The bedroom proves to be the best point both for observation and... Well. Other things. Glancing out of the window before tired sitting down on the bed, Sam smiles up at Gene tiredly* I'll gladly leave out the Zs, but yeah, the rest is fine. *for a moment, Sam contemplates eating first... But the soft mattress he's sitting on is far too alluring. With a sigh, Sam lets himself flop backwards, sending a cloud of dust up into the air. Still, that doesn't bother him. The mattress feels like heaven. There's quiet murmuring coming from downstairs as the others set up camp, but soon that dies down as well. They're probably all busy eating, or even gone to sleep already. These days, everyone is tired, always. Even Sam can feel his eyes wanting to close, despite him not having eaten yet. He sighs again, muttering* I could fall asleep right now.... |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 11 2015, 11:55 PM Post #9 |
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*glances out of the window, studying the surroundings before responding. All seems quiet and peaceful so far, thankfully... Things could change in a second, but for now they can afford to relax a little. Good thing too - they need it. Sam quickly catches his attention again though, and he turns to look at his partner, tired eyes scanning over Sam's body. He can see that Sam is completely knackered, and he can understand why. Ever since the outbreak he's noticed a change in Sam. When he first arrived back in 73 Sam had always seemed a little odd in some way - Hearing voices, talking about how things weren't real... Then it went away. Just like that. But when the uprising began, it seemed to start up again. The outbreak hit Sam hard. And it's up to Gene now to keep him safe. Be the leader, be confident. Keep the morale up. Lead people to survive. Make them believe they can make it, even though deep down Gene is terrified that they won't. They're all looking up to him to keep them alive, and that's a harsh responsibility to bear. Especially when he knows he'd abandon any of them in an instant if Sam was in danger. He'd fail any of them to keep his one precious person safe. Does that make him a bad leader? Maybe. But it's what he's always done - look after the strays of the city. And there's one stray he needs to take care of right here.* Oi. No sleeping 'til you've got something in your belly. I'll be able to use yer ribs as a xylophone soon if you're not careful, and it won't be no Mozart either. *pries the can open and sticks the spoon in before holding it out to Sam insistantly* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 12 2015, 06:58 AM Post #10 |
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*looks up at Gene through half-lidded eyes, not moving or saying anything for a few seconds. Then, however, he heaves himself back up into a sitting position with a sigh, rubbing at his eyes before reaching out and taking the proffered can.* Ta. *He stirs the contents a bit with the spoon before starting to eat - small spoonfuls, chewing tentatively and swallowing carefully. Were things normal, Sam would be complaining loudly about the non-existent quality or canned food in this era.... But things are as far from normal as they can get. And besides, the last thing Sam wants is to make things more difficult for Gene. The responsibility he took on already is massive, and it won't get any easier. As he eats, Sam says* We should have a look at the map before it gets completely dark. *It's a habit Sam has been keen on keeping up - to mark their progress, plan their further journey... It's something to present to the others as evidence of their success, and something to keep himself sane. As sane as he can be, in this version of events that should never have existed.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 12 2015, 06:07 PM Post #11 |
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*turns back to the window as Sam starts to eat - he's starving, and while he knows his turn will come, watching Sam munching away isn't really doing much to keep his rumbling stomach happy* I swear, you and that map. The amount of time you spend ogling it, anyone'd think you were having an affair with it. *pulls a chair over to the window and slumps down into it, stifling a yawn. God, he's looking forward to sleeping. But right now, they're on watch duty. Once it becomes fully evident that there's nothing following them, the two of them can get some shuteye. An hour or so and then they can turn in safely.* Though after seein' the dead get up and doing the murder-jig, nothing'd surprise me any more. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 12 2015, 08:04 PM Post #12 |
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*Sam swallows his latest bite down and doesn't move for a while, just staring at the can. The dead coming back. No, he really can't think about it any more than he strictly has to. It already threatens to rip his mind apart. So he latches onto what Gene said before instead, giving a quiet sigh.* One day, youll learn to appreciate the value of paperwork. It's important to keep track of these things. *eats another spoonful, then leaves the spoon in the can and gets up from the bed, walking over to Gene and holding what passes for their dinner out to him. Sam hasn't quite eaten half of it, and he has no doubt that Gene will notice that... but Sam can't bring himself to care. He's eaten as much as he could stomach. It's hard to maintain an appetite when he keeps seeing images of undead humans ripping apart other humans in his mind's eye.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 12 2015, 10:12 PM Post #13 |
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*Gene manages to laugh softly at that - of course Sam would keep up the paperwork even when the whole world's fallen apart around him. As silly as it is, it makes Gene's heart glow with fondness. It's amazing that in this time of darkness and terror Sam can still make him feel hopeful again.* Should've known you'd still be doing the filing even with the apocalypse going on. *takes the can from Sam and looks inside. It's clear that Sam hasn't eaten his full share... And usually Gene might argue about that, but to be honest he's just relieved that Sam's even eaten at all. So he picks up the spoon and sits back down, poking around in the can before finally shovelling some into his mouth and speaking through the mouthful* Is keeping track really the best thing? I mean... You look back at what you've lost and... *shrugs* ... Maybe it's best to keep looking forwards. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2015, 07:59 AM Post #14 |
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*The corners of Sam's mouth twitch as well as he hears Gene laugh, relishing this short moment of something that resembles a light-hearted mood. He glances back at the bed, but then decides against it and pulls up a chair as well, sitting down next to Gene. They're so close to each other that their knees are nearly touching. Sam speaks as he pulls his backpack close and starts rummaging through it* It's not looking back, it's planning ahead... *pulls out the map and unfolds it, flattening it down onto his knees. Next, the ballpoint pen... * ... We need to make sure we stay on the shortest way up north... And besides...! *triumphantly pulls out his pen as well and starts to look for their location on the map*... It's good to see how far we've made it. It's a tangible thing, something to show the others. *looks over at Gene * Don't you agree? *Though Gene isn't entirely wrong either... "looking forwards" isn't something Sam can easily do. It means looking forward into a future that shouldn't be happening, not in this way. It means watching his life become even more unravelled.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2015, 04:09 PM Post #15 |
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*watches Sam carefully in the dimming light, only looking at the map when Sam pulls out the pen. There's sense in what Sam's saying... But looking back? Gene's a sentimental old sap, really - and looking back at where they've been, how far they've come and still not found any safe places... It's enough to drag his morale down. But he knows what Sam's saying. It's also an achievement for them to have gotten this far, and they should acknowledge that at least.* Yeah, s'pose you're right. Mark your little x's on the map then. *turns his attention back to the can of spaghetti, munching his way through two more large mouthfuls before offering the dregs to Sam* We did do the right thing, didn't we...? Leaving the station and traipsing all the way up 'ere? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2015, 06:47 PM Post #16 |
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*Sam waves off the left-overs Gene is offering him - he really can't eat any more - but he looks up at his partner as he asks that question, remaining silent for a moment. Then, decisively, he nods.* We wouldn't have survived there. We did the right thing. You did. *he looks back down then, and indeed draws a small, neat x where he found their location to be. It isn't exact, of course - Sam isn't this good at navigating without a compass - but it's better than nothing. Then he stows away both the map and the pen, leaning back afterwards and closing his eyes for a moment. Then, he covers his face with his hands and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. It keeps hitting him - this is the end of the world, and they're just fighting for a last precious few minutes... Hours... Days. Who knows how much longer. It's enough to make his chest go unbearably tight.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2015, 09:32 PM Post #17 |
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*Gene lowers his eyes in response to Sam's comforting words. The burden of leadership is heavy, but having the trust of his partner - knowing that at least one person believes he's led them down the right path - it means a lot. Staying in one place would have been a bad idea, for sure. By moving they have a higher chance of finding food and water, and every day they get a little closer to supposed safety. Sam's breath recaptures Gene's attention, and his eyes snap back up, taking in his partner's posture.* 'Ey, you okay? *reaches out to squeeze Sam's upper arm gently* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2015, 11:00 PM Post #18 |
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*Sam flinched slightly at Gene's touch, and his hands fall away from his face as he stares straight ahead, out of the window. His eyes must be red-rimmed, but Sam hopes that in the gloom and with how tired everyone has been, Gene won't notice... * I... *he swallows, then gives an involuntary, shaky laugh. Is he okay... The honest answer would be no, of course not. He hasn't been okay since the day of the first outbreak. But how can he say that, when Gene has been so strong, for Sam, for all of them, giving them hope where there should be none. And it works with everyone else, so why is it that Sam is the only one who seems entirely immune to that hope, however slim it might be? It isn't fair. Not on him, not on Gene.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2015, 11:20 PM Post #19 |
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*Sam should know y now that Gene can read him like a book, and his distress is obvious. His eyes are red rimmed, that crease deepening on his forehead... His eyebrows knitting together and his jaw becoming tense. Sam's upset, it's clear.... And with all this misery around them, Gene can't have Sam feeling this low. He needs Sam to be okay. If Sam gives up then... What is there worth fighting for? He frowns, giving Sam's arm one more firm squeeze* C'mon, out with it. You've started now, you have to finish. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2015, 11:32 PM Post #20 |
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*swallows again, looking down at Gene's hand on his arm, before raising his gaze to briefly glance at Gene himself. Then he looks away again, shaking his head slightly. With Gene insisting that way, it's hard to keep his circling thoughts at bay, and before Sam can stop himself, he's started to talk* None of this should've-- *catches himself and breaks off*. .... *he shakes his head again, once more bringing his hand up, this time to pinch the bridge of his nose. He can't do this, not to himself, not to Gene. * |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 14 2015, 10:07 AM Post #21 |
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*drops his hand from Sam's arm but keeps his eyes on him, watching for any changes in his expression, any clues that might give away what he's thinking* I know. It's shit, but it's happened. And we're still standing. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 14 2015, 10:15 AM Post #22 |
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*exhaling heavily, Sam nods. Still standing. And yet... Gene doesn't know what Sam has seen. That he lived in a completely different future. That the impossibility of it all is tearing at his sanity. And right now, Sam is this close to just blurting it all out... But what would that accomplish? Nothing. So Sam sighs again, dropping his head and shaking it, ruffling up his own hair* ........ sorry, nevermind. I'm just.... I'm just so tired. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 14 2015, 04:53 PM Post #23 |
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*Watches Sam carefully, his heart sinking. He needs to pull his partner out of this funk. Show him that there's still something to be happy about - to be grateful for. He takes a breath and pushes himself out of his chair. The coast looks clear enough, and if they're not too loud they should be safe here until morning.* Right. C'mon. Up you get. *gestures with his hand, motioning for Sam to stand* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 14 2015, 06:05 PM Post #24 |
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*At Gene's words, Sam raises his head and blinks up at his partner, confusion showing on his tired features. Then, he follows Gene's command and heaves himself up, moving slowly. His muscles ache even now, and he stretches them a little before looking at Gene questioningly* What? |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 14 2015, 07:07 PM Post #25 |
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*lands both hands on Sam's shoulders, giving him the smallest of shakes. He needs to bring Sam's spirits up. Get him to see that things aren't that bad... Not as long as they still have their group and each other. And if they can make it to this supposed 'safe zone', they can have civilisation again. Maybe not as advanced, but... It'll be something.* You're alive. Say it. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 14 2015, 07:11 PM Post #26 |
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*Sam startles as Gene's hands land on his shoulder so suddenly, and his eyes widen as he stares at his partner, momentarily shaken out of his reverie (literally). * *in a confused tone of voice* I... I'm alive. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 15 2015, 12:14 PM Post #27 |
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*nods, grateful that Sam's playing along with him for now. Gene doesn't really know what to follow that up with, but he knows he has to get this through to Sam somehow. As long as they're alive and they're together, they're winning. They're beating this.* That's right. And so am I. And all those people downstairs, they're alive. And even though the world is a ruddy shit bucket right now, as long as we're alive, as long as we're a group, we're unbreakable. Alright? If we've got each other we're bloody unbreakable. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 15 2015, 12:43 PM Post #28 |
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*As Gene speaks, Sam's features soften. This... Gene really is trying hard. So hard. And he still has the time and energy to put up with Sam's problems, with his... Weakness. Sam is silent for a few moments before huffing out a chuckle. He looks down for a moment, a smile on his lips, before looking up again and giving Gene's shoulder a little push.* The world really is ending... The great Gene Hunt is becoming a sap. *There's no edge to his words, however - they were spoken quietly, lovingly even, and Sam gives in to a sudden urge and closes what distance was left between them, wrapping his arms around Gene and pulling him in close.* *murmuring into Gene's ear* You're right. M'sorry. I'll try to lighten up a bit. *If Gene can summon this much strength for the lot of them, then Sam has to be able to gather together some strength as well, if only for Gene's sake. * |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 15 2015, 06:22 PM Post #29 |
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*returns the hug, wrapping his arms solidly around Sam, holding him firmly against his chestene can imagine they're in the station, in his office with the blinds drawn. Or in his bedroom, standing by the window about to go to bed.* S'not you lightening up that I want, you pillock. S'you bein' alright and your sarcastic irritating self. *pulls himself away from Sam just a touch, looking into Sam's eyes carefully.* S'not time to give up yet, y'hear? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 15 2015, 06:47 PM Post #30 |
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*The nod Sam gives comes a bit hesitantely, and it takes a few seconds before he looks up and returns Gene's gaze, his own eyes shadowed, and he looks away soon again. Strength or not, he can't just go back to being how he always was... not with what he's seen. Not with what happened to Heather. Still, Gene is right... They can't give up yet, even if they don't know how many more weeks or hours they're fighting for. He needs to keep reminding himself of that.* Doin' my best. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 15 2015, 07:01 PM Post #31 |
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Good. *pats Sam's shoulder once more. He knows Sam can't just go back to exactly how he was... But he needs to believe that they could go back to normal, in the future. If they manage to find a safe place. He has to believe that. But right now, Gene knows how tired Sam is. And so there's really only one thing he needs to do. Gently, Gene steers Sam towards the bed in the room* Now you need to get some kip. A good night's sleep on a proper mattress ought to do you good. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 15 2015, 07:08 PM Post #32 |
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*Sam doesn't resist as Gene steers him towards the bed, the sight of it reminding him of the leaden exhaustion in his limbs. Still, he turns around to look at his partner once more.* What about you...? ...you'll wake me up when it's my turn to keep watch, yeah? *Because lately, Gene has missedout on doing that a bit too often for Sam's tastes.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 15 2015, 07:14 PM Post #33 |
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*Usually, Gene'd promise to do just that (even if he doesn't follow through with it)... But this time, he just raises an eyebrow and smirks a little* Looks quiet out there and we're surrounded by bricks for once. Reckon we're alright to both catch some Z's tonight. What d'you think? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 15 2015, 07:22 PM Post #34 |
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*Sam blinks, and his first instinct is to protest - they can't let their guard down - but then... Then he realises that actually, Gene is right. With the house in this good a condition, and them keeping a low profile, they might really be able to all catch some sleep tonight... So, after a few seconds, Sam nods.* Yeah, sounds good. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 16 2015, 06:19 PM Post #35 |
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Okay. *gives Sam one more little shove towards the bed* You get under the covers and I'll join you in a sec. Just gonna watch for a few more minutes... |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 16 2015, 07:14 PM Post #36 |
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*This time, Sam just nods, readily following Gene's little shove. He throws back the blanket, shooing away a few small spiders and brushing everything off as far as he can - of he's lying on a proper mattress, he at least wants to make sure he doesn't lie in a coating of dust as well. After that, he hesitates just a moment - this nearly seems to good a prospect to be true - but then he lowers himself onto the bed, carefully positioning himself and then pulling up the duvet again. He deposits his knife on the nightstand, and makes sure he knows where his backpack is... And then, suddenly, sleep tugs at Sam almost violently, sending his head spinning and forcing him to close his eyes. He can't even say goodnight to Gene - he's gone within seconds.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 17 2015, 12:15 AM Post #37 |
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*Gene watches as Sam slides into bed, and it suddenly strikes him, how odd it feels to watch his partner getting into a normal bed in a normal bedroom. After so long sleeping in abandoned cars, sheds, tents... It's almost bizarre to witness something so regular, so comfortable. He smiles at the thought, turning back to the window. Sam's out like a light, Gene can tell without even looking to make sure. He knew he would be. Hopefully everybody else has found somewhere comfortable to get some sleep too - there should have been some more blankets around in cupboards as well, as is usually the case. Somebody should have checked all the storage for supplies by now. God, he hopes whoever lived here was a whiskey drinker. At last the sun sets fully, settling the street below into darkness. Wary as ever and unable to relax fully until he's sure, Gene keeps watch for another hour - looking for lights, torches, anything that might indicate they were followed or spotted. And zombies. Always those bloody zombies. Everything remains still and quiet thankfully, and Gene at last sets down his weapon and wearily crawls into bed next to Sam, nuzzling up against him and wrapping an arm protectively over his partner. This simple pleasure is almost enough to have Gene grinning like a loon, but instead he merely sighs contentedly and closes his eyes. It may be a while before he drops off, one ear out for danger... But when he does, he'll sleep like a log, for sure.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 17 2015, 07:23 AM Post #38 |
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*In his sleep, Sam flinches as Gene wraps his arm around him, but then he relaxes again with a small sigh, sensing that this isn't a threat, but in fact the best protection he could hope for. And so they sleep, for once entirely undisturbed. No suspicious sounds, no lights in the distance. They are granted a respite from the horror their world has become, if only for one night. In the morning, it is the first rays of the sun, shining through a few cracks in the clouds covering the sky, that wake up Sam. He comes to fairly suddenly, taking a sharp breath and opening his eyes. He feels far from rested... It would take a month's sleep for him to recover properly, he's sure. However, Sam can't deny that this full night's rest has done at least a little bit to make him feel that little bit less exhausted. Taking another breath, Sam shifts slightly, his gaze focusing on his sleeping partner. For a moment, Sam just watches him, glad that Gene as well managed to get some sleep... But then, reluctantly, he reaches out to gently squeeze Gene's shoulder.* Hey... Gene. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 17 2015, 09:34 AM Post #39 |
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*Gene's about ready to sleep for a whole week, but Sam's whisper combined with the sunlight from outside manages to bring him back to the surface. For a moment he forgets everything that's happened - he's just waking up in his own bed, reluctant to get up and make the tea, wondering which tie he should wear today. But then as always it comes crashing down on him like a ton of bricks. This isn't his house, and there is no tea. Perhaps most tragically, there are no ties. He moans softly, turning over to properly face Sam though his eyes are still closed. He may be missing those little touches of normality, but Sam's still here.... and for that he feels like the luckiest man alive.* Mhhh? Please don't say s'morning already. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 17 2015, 09:51 AM Post #40 |
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*smiles somewhat ruefully* Afraid it is. *blinks into the sunlight before shifting his attention to Gene again* Get enough sleep...? *he knows the answer to this question, but...he still has to ask.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 17 2015, 11:37 PM Post #41 |
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*rubs the sleep from his eyes and yawns, finally rooted in the here and now. With a grunt, he pushes himself up in the bed a little and replies gruffly* I'd have had enough if you'd left me sleeping 'til Christmas. *finally looks at Sam through clear eyes, the sleep-haze faded. And though Sam' s chin is covered in scruff and his hair all over the place, Gene can't think of a better sight to wake up to. He can't resist. The corner of his mouth quirking upwards, Gene leans forward to press a brief kiss onto Sam's lips before pulling back just far enough to be able to speak again* How 'bout you? Ready to wake the kids? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 18 2015, 07:12 AM Post #42 |
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*Of course, there's no way a short night like this would do much for the leaden exhaustion they've all been feeling... Still, Sam would have wished for Gene to feel at least a little bit refreshed, despite that fact. And then, his train of thoughts is interrupted as Gene moves in for that kiss, and Sam almost is too surprised to return it properly. With how little privacy they've had, and with more pressing things on their minds, there hadn't been much of... anything, really. And that brief kiss just now made Sam realise that even more clearly than he usually does. And it leaves him aching for more.* .... no. *With this, he reaches up and threads his fingers through the hair at the back of Gene's head, pulling him closer again and kissing him - properly, this time, and almost desperate to keep it up for as long as possible.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 18 2015, 12:25 PM Post #43 |
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*Like Sam, Gene's been aching for the very same thing - and while he'd been hesitant to engage in anything more than a chaste kiss with everybody downstairs, Sam's response completely squashes that worry. Sod it, they deserve some time to give to each other. He reaches around Sam's body and pulls him in close, throwing himself into the kiss with gusto. This, these loving and tender touches... it's so different from what's out there. The violence and the struggle to survive. There's only so long you can go caving in skulls without needing something to bring you back to feeling human again. To remind you of what you're fighting for. Lost in it now, Gene snakes one hand up the back of Sam's shirt, relishing the skin against skin* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 18 2015, 01:06 PM Post #44 |
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*Sam gives a little moan as he feels Gene go along with it, as he feels his hand at his back, and he return takes a proper hold of Gene's head, his other hand coming up to stroke his partner's cheek as he lets himself sink back into the bed. Sod the others, sod the zombies - sod everything. He wants to have this, and he WILL have this. Sam keeps up the kiss, deepening it, becoming more daring and more demanding. He wants this moment to last forever.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 19 2015, 12:24 AM Post #45 |
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*As Sam gets more into it, so does Gene. With a moan, he pulls at Sam's clothes, trying to bring him ever closer. Trying to meld the two of them together. For too long now all they've felt are fear and grief... It's impossible to hold back the need for something more. He shifts, somehow managing to get above Sam, swinging a leg over his hips. Breathlessly, Gene breaks off the kiss and whispers raggedly* Do we have time...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 19 2015, 07:37 AM Post #46 |
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*Sam gasps a little as Gene pulls away, his pupils dilated and lips red from the intensity of the kiss, and for a moment he just needs to catch his breath and process Gene's question.* *still sounding somewhat out of breath* Don't care. Yes. *And he's already urgently nudging Gene back down again. Gene's question made him realise that the moment /can't/ last forever - they still have to be careful about this, despite the world ending, how ironic is that - and that is exactly what makes Sam want it even more. His hand slides down, roughly stroking across Gene's chest before making its way even further down, squeezing and massaging Gene's crotch, just to make his intent perfectly clear, and to make sure Gene is in the mood as well. * |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 19 2015, 02:51 PM Post #47 |
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*Sam's breathless reply sends a wave of tingling anticipation through Gene, his hips bucking instinctively at Sam's touch. He's already hard, straining against his trousers - so long without a release like this and he's already about to go off like a rocket.* *Just as breathlessly* Was hoping you'd say that. *Knowing how short on time they are, Gene gets right to the point - he shuffles down just far enough to grab clumsily at Sam's zipper and tug it down, his other hand rucked up under Sam's shirt, palm pressed against Sam's skin. There's a desperation creeping up inside him, overtaking his senses and driving him forward - he needs to feel Sam against him... he needs to feel it now...!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 19 2015, 03:33 PM Post #48 |
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*A nervous grin flashes across Sam's face - he can feel just how hard Gene is, and to know that his partner is just as desperate for this as he is... it's making blood rush down south so fast that it leaves Sam slightly dizzy. He cranes his neck back with a suppressed groan, arching into Gene's touch. He's lost his own grip on Gene's fly, but that doesn't even seem to matter now, not when Gene is working to get his trousers open, when suddenly he's feeling that certain kind of rush they haven't been allowed to experience for far too long now. The only thing he still manages to do is to keep it down, or at least try to keep it down....!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 19 2015, 09:50 PM Post #49 |
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*Finally Sam's trousers are just down enough for Gene to pull Sam's waistband down and dive his hand in, wrapping it around Sam's cock and freeing it from his underwear. His movements are desperate and urgent - all he wants to do is touch, to feel, to make Sam feel good. To make them both forget where they are and what's happening and just lose themselves in pleasure for a moment... He bends down, pressing his lips against Sam's bare stomach, his hand closing around Sam's cock again, thumb stroking the tip, and then... "Guv?" Gene freezes, his body going cold. Wide-eyed, Gene turns his head in the direction of the voice... Ray. Ray's seen them. They'd kept it a secret all this time, and now...!! Shit...!!!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 19 2015, 09:58 PM Post #50 |
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*The moment Gene's hand closes around his dick, Sam's hand shoots up to cover his own mouth, a desperate measure to help him keep his voice down, because now he really can't hold back a moan anymore, his hips bucking up into Gene's touch. Yes, he needs this, that shiver of pleasure when Gene kisses his stomach, and then, and then-- And then, that voice. Sam flinches, his head shooting up just enough to see Ray standing in the doorway. Ray. Of all people. He's looking from Gene to Sam, back up to Gene, and then, finally, his gaze is drawn back to Sam - and there is a look of utter disgust on his face that makes Sam's blood run cold. Sam's mouth opens, but he doesn't seem able to make a sound.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 20 2015, 12:53 AM Post #51 |
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*No, no, no... This can't be happening...! How could they let this happen, why weren't they listening out? This... Shit... Insides swiftly disolving into a pit of shame, shock and despair, Gene lets go of Sam as though he's suddenly on fire, scrambling off the bed and trying to somehow keep his composure. But that look on Ray's face - that look of disgust... It's what Gene's been fearing all this time. People turning their backs on him because of it - being found out, shamed, ostracised... But he's known Ray for years... Ray wouldn't do that, surely? Their bond is too strong... Please, please let that be the case...! Forcing himself to maintain as much of his Guv persona as possible, Gene swallows and barks in a slightly rough and trembly voice* Ray. Jesus... Give a bloke some warning before busting in, eh?! *is his fly down? Gene can't remember. His hair's a mess, but that's from the sleep. His shirt too. There's nothing else to give him away, nothing else embarrassing for Ray to notice... His erection is long gone, too. Shit, but Ray saw... He must have done... * What... What's so important you have to go sneaking into the bedroom for! |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 20 2015, 07:09 AM Post #52 |
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*In contrast to Gene, Sam moves slowly, tucking himself away before pushing himself up into a sitting position. There's a stab of... Something when Gene let's go of him as though he's burned himself, but for now the shock over their discovery prevails. Even if there is nothing outwardly incriminating about Gene, Sam himself... Is another matter. Besides, Gene had his hand on Sam's cock, and judging from how disgusted Ray seems, he must have seen. Suddenly, Sam feels very empty. Ray's attention shifts from Sam to Gene, though he can't seem to say a word. He slightly shakes his head, and now there's... Something like betrayal standing in his face. How could this... They'd suspected it, but Ray hadn't wanted to believe it, and now...! Finally, he grits out, his voice low and trembling slightly, "We're ready to leave." He turns around immediately and without another word, making his way back downstairs, his steps resonating loudly through the house.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 20 2015, 02:15 PM Post #53 |
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*Gene watches, frozen to the spot as Ray turns and leaves until he's left staring at the empty doorway. Mortified. After a moment, he slowly sits on the edge of the bed and drops his head into his hands. What've they done? If Ray goes and tell the others, they'll all lose their faith in their Guv as a leader. He won't be the sheriff to them any more, he'll just be 'that poofer that decieved us all'. They'll leave, no matter what he and Sam have done for them in the past - how long they've kept tham alive. Ray's already horrified with what he saw... If the others know too, what the hell's going to happen? Their group could fall apart. Ray might never speak to him again. All these years of friendship, of camaraderie... shattered in an instant.* ....Fuck...! |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 20 2015, 02:22 PM Post #54 |
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*A sick feeling to his stomach, Sam watches as Gene sits down on the bed - a picture of uttere defeat. Sam hasn't seen Gene like this... ever. Never, ever. He's the Guv. He keeps his mask on, he stays strong for everyone. There was one time, in a different life time, in Sam's flat, that Sam saw him look hopeless, rubbing at his face with both hands. But that doesn't even come to close to what it's like now. Gene's curse makes Sam flinch, it's so intense. And he realises that it's not just their discovery - it's Ray. Looking so disgusted at the man who, up until now, was almost like a god to him. An idol. That must be hitting Gene even harder, if that's even possible. However... It's that exact thought that makes Sam move, finally, hesitating a beat before putting his hand on Gene's shoulder and squeezing it. His voice is quiet and somewhat shakey, but still firm enough when he speaks* Go talk to him. *If there is any way of fixing this, without it causing their group to fall apart, it's this.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 20 2015, 03:47 PM Post #55 |
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And say what? *drops his hands and looks up at Sam, a mixture of shame and fear in his eyes. How can he face Ray again after that? After he saw him with another man in that way?* 'Sorry you saw me with another bloke's todger out but hey ho, the world's ending?' *lets out a deep breath, looking hesitantly over to the doorway once again* He'll never look at me again. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 20 2015, 03:56 PM Post #56 |
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*Sam grits his teeth, though his grip on Gene's shoulder doesn't let up.* That doesn't matter. What matters is that we-- that you keep the group together. He'll have to put the wellbeing of the group above his own bloody homophobia. I mean, Jesus Christ-- *here Sam does let go of gene's shoulder, sitting back with a frustrated sigh* You'd think zombies killing off humankind would be enough for that kind of petty stuff to be set aside...! *looks up and at Gene again, trying to regain his composure.* Just, go. You need to talk to him. *The sick feeling is still there - after the many months of keeping their relationship a secret, it's a shock to have them found out like this, in such a dire situation - but slowly, Sam is startingt to feel... angry. Gene had managed to make him forget for a little while, but now it's coming crashing back into Sam's mind: The fact that the zombie apocalypse wasn't even supposed to happen, and with that, a distinct feeling of detachement. As though Sam's own fear and shock were only brought about by Gene's strong reaction.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 20 2015, 10:37 PM Post #57 |
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*Gene's face hardens as he listens to Sam, willing his heart to stop beating so hard. Sam's right... He needs to talk to Ray, try to make him see sense... Stop him from spreading this around and turning everyone else against him and Sam too. The world is ending, they have much more important things to think about. Jesus.... This is going to be agonising... Dread bubbling away in his stomach, Gene pushes himself to his feet and begins to walk towards the doorway.* Gimme a few minutes, then... *One more breath and then Gene's descending the stairs, trying not to look too shaken as he makes his way into the main room. From the look of it, everyone's almost ready to move. People are packing up their water bottles, finishing off the stale crackers they'd found in a shop the other day, double checking the cupboards for anything they could salvage. A few of them look up and greet Gene as he passes, muttering a sleepy 'Guv' as he goes. But not Ray. Ray's got his back to Gene on the other side of the room, shoving his possessions back into his rucksack with enough force to make Gene feel another surge of apprehension. How can he talk to Ray about this? This can't go well.... Summoning his voice, Gene grunts in his most authoritative voice,* Carling, a word? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 20 2015, 11:04 PM Post #58 |
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*Sam just nods, watching Gene leave the room. Then, he gets off the bed himself, straightening out his shirt as far as he can and picking up his jacket. They always sleep fully clothed these days, so there isn't much to do but check through his own backpack - and of course, everything is still there: His map, his supply of water, the gun, bullets, a metal rebar he picked up somewhere. And the photo. Of him with the bobby's hat on. For a moment, Sam holds it in his hands, just looking. Once more, he finds himself wondering what happened to his mother and his younger self, in this dystopia version of events. Did they survive? Were they killed...? The thought of that possibility makes Sam's guts clench, as ever. It doesn't bear thinking about. Sam shoves the photo back into his backpack and picks it up as he stands up, looking out of the window again. The sun has now disappeared behind a blanket of clouds. It's always stormy, these days. As if the weather has gotten wind of the fact that soon, there will be no one left to talk about it, and is quite upset about that. Sam smiles wryly over his own train of thought. He turns around, slowly making his way downstairs. Downstairs, Ray turns around as Gene addresses him, regarding him with a stoney look. "Guv."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 21 2015, 01:09 AM Post #59 |
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*A short answer... That's not good. Teeth gritted, Gene elaborates.* A word in private. *Not giving Ray the chance to decline, he takes him by the arm and firmly steers him into the next room. This talk isn't something they can do in the open. Once they're through the door, Gene closes it behind them and fixes Ray with a hardened stare. Firmness and authority, that's how Gene'll have to attempt this. Steeling himself for the answer, he asks in a low voice.* ... What exactly did you see up there? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 21 2015, 07:43 AM Post #60 |
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*Ray doesn't resist as Gene pulls him along, but he does take a decisive step away from him once they're in the room and Gene let's go. This stil is his Guv, but... What he's seen.......... Ray looks off to the side. He doesn't want to think about it, about all the things this changes... Shatters. "More'n enough." He looks at Gene again, and this time, there definitely is betrayal in his expression... That, and a hint of despair. Of pleading. "...Tell me Tyler put you up to this."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 22 2015, 12:05 AM Post #61 |
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*Gene's eye twitches as he sees Ray take a step away from him. And that look of betrayal... His friend can't even stand near him right now, and that thought hurts like hell. "More than enough", he'd said. More than enough to ruin their bond forever? They'd been together through thick and thin, he and Carling. How could something this trivial ruin that??* You think I'd allow myself to be that easily manipulated? Think I'm that weak, do you? *glares at Ray, feeling some of the fear twisting into anger. This is ridiculous...! * What if I wanted it? Hmm? What then? *please, Ray... Don't do this, don't turn away from me, not after everything we've been through... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 22 2015, 09:16 AM Post #62 |
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*Ray opens his mouth, but then closes it again without saying a word, just staring at Gene. He seems genuine. But how... He's the Guv, they'd been together all this time, he was MARRIED, so how...! "But... I thought you didn't-- I thought you hated 'is kind!" "His" being Sam's, because Ray always half suspected there was something fishy about the DI... But to think that he was so wrong about Gene as well, it's making helpless anger roil inside him. "They say it was poofs what caused this whole bloody mess, and now you--" He break off, looking down and gritting his teeth. It hurts, it hurts so much, having to think about it, to confront it. Because the Guv isn't even denying it, isn't even /trying/ to... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 22 2015, 11:04 AM Post #63 |
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*Okay, now Gene's angry. 'His kind' caused the outbreak??* Now I'm what? A poof? *Gene grinds his teeth together, the admission hitting him as hard as Ray. It's taken him long enough to internally accept that's what he his, but physically saying it out loud... It goes against everything he's always thought. Always heard. It's supposed to be a secret, and now the secret's out, already causing destruction just a few seconds after being unleashed.* Maybe so. But remember these 'poofs' have been keeping you alive! If it weren't for us, you'd still be in the station scrabbling around on the floor lookin' for crumbs and yummy woodlice! *saying it causes a sting inside him - arguing like this with his best mate... Using this like this as a weapon? It feels so wrong... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 22 2015, 12:13 PM Post #64 |
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*Ray bends his head further, his hands curled into tight fists. That is true, and he knows it - which makes the truth even harder to accept. All his life, there have been things he's believed in, things that were undeniable truths. One of them was this - being gay is an abomination of nature. With the zombie outbreak, many of those truths were shaken up, but some of them seemed to have been hardened by the same event. And now... Now those last few resorts of rationality seem to be crumbling as well, and all Ray can do is watch helplessly as they fall apart. It's these things - his loyalty to and friendship with the Guv and the fact that he was the one who kept them alive (he refuses to include Tyler in this), along with what he just saw, what he believed all his life, and what seemed to be a given in this time of disaster - warring inside Ray that keep him from answering, instead staring down at the floor. As much as he wants to yell at Gene, yell at him for betraying them all, for lying to Ray all along, he... he just can't.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 22 2015, 01:35 PM Post #65 |
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*Gene watches as Ray struggles with his thoughts. He understands how Ray could be disgusted - Gene himself was confused as hell when he first realised how he thought about Sam. And before Sam even, there were others. None that ever kissed or even dared to tell, but others that he'd admired and then chastised himself for it. A friend in National Service, a mate from school... But he'd crushed those feelings down and burned them at the back of his mind. He was disgusted, too. But as he's gotten older, had a few near-death experiences as you tend to do as a copper... He's come to realise that life is short. And the people that Gene came across - people who were brave enough to embrace the feelings that Gene was terrified to - he grew to admire them. He was angry and bitter too, of course... Bitter that these men weren't ashamed to hide it. Were courageous enough to chase it and seize happiness with both hands, despite the remarks and looks and prejudice that flooded their way as a result. Jealous that they didn't feel the overwhelming need to hide like Gene himself did. But he admired them. It was only when Sam came along that the ability to hide began to wane. Those feelings he'd held back rushed back tenfold, crashing through his barriers like a lion unleashed. Gene was forced to confront this secret he'd been keeping at the back of his heart for all these years...and even though it was the most terrifying thing he'd done, to confess to Sam... It'd made him the happiest man alive. And now his best mate is disgusted by him. Won't even talk to him. It feels like a gutshot* .... You're free to walk out that door if you want. If you truly hate me that much. If one thing as tiny as who's touching whose todger can break all semblance of respect you have for me, then fine. 'Cos god forbid any of us have something that makes us happy in this world, eh! |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 22 2015, 01:56 PM Post #66 |
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*Ray's head snaps up at this, and before he can stop himself, he blurts out, "I don't hate you, I just--!!" And he stops himself again, gritting his teeth and helplessly shaking his head. How could he hate his Guv, even after something like this... But it's killing him, this conflict of emotions. 'Something that makes us happy'? He doesn't understand it, how something like this could make anyone happy. Because surely Gene isn't implying that there's actually more between him and Tyler... But even as he thinks that, Ray knows deep down that there has to be more. Even before the outbreak, Gene had been spending so much time with their DI, and... Again, Ray shakes his head out of sheer helplessness. "... I just don't understand...! " How Gene could live a double life like this, how it seems to be hitting Ray this hard, how any of this could have happened.... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 22 2015, 04:54 PM Post #67 |
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*Gene feels a stab of sympathy for Ray at this. He can relate to that feeling - complete confusion at how something like this could happen. At how he could feel this way for another man. About how he feels so complete when he's with Sam, how happy. How he feels like his whole being is connected to Sam, like their souls were meant to be together. It baffled him too at first, and he was the one involved.* And you're not the only one! *drops his head, taking a sigh. How does he explain this...? He only came to terms with it himself once Sam was injured and he realised that he couldn't live without him. How could Ray understand that?* But it feels right. And that's what I am. S'what I've always been, even if I didn't let myself know it. M'no different from how I've always been. *takes a breath, his voice weakening slightly as he forces the words out* If you can't follow me any more, I get it. Or if you think following me makes you 'weak' and you want to leave, then fine. It'll just be another shitty thing we'll have to deal with on top of every other shitty thing we've been through. Or we can carry on as we have been, stronger for it. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 22 2015, 05:00 PM Post #68 |
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*Ray stares at Gene, taking in his words, his tone of voice, his stance. This isn't easy for him either, and... Ray hates to admit it, but what he's saying rings true. In the end, it shouldn't change a thing. It's clear now that whatever he and Tyler have, they've had it long before the yombies appeared, and... and the Guv did ensure their survival, so far. Tyler's been acting barmy again, so Ray isnt willing to grant him that much, but Gene Hunt did all he could do. So, finally, he mutters, "M'not leaving."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 22 2015, 06:34 PM Post #69 |
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*a flood of relief washes through Gene. Ray isn't leaving... Thank god for that. He visibly deflates a little, letting out the breath he's been unconsciously holding. Things are far from perfect between them still, Gene knows that... But at least for now they've patched things up a bit.* Good. *smiles hesitantly, the edge of his mouth twitching. They may have made peace, but what do they do now? How do things stand between them? Awkwardly, Gene holds out a hand to Ray. An offering, to seal the deal. To try and put this behind them.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 22 2015, 06:41 PM Post #70 |
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*Ray looks at the hand Gene is offering him, then at Gene himself. He looks... he looks different, a bit. Less like he Guv, and more like... like a normal person. Ray looks back down at the hand, and then finally, he takes it, squeezing it firmly. At least this isn't all girly and soppy. A proper handshake, between men. Then, there's a knock on the door, and from outside, Sam's voice is heard. "We're ready to leave... Guv." Sam didn't want to just barge into the room, but they definitely have to leave now - it's getting late, and they need to keep moving.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 22 2015, 08:39 PM Post #71 |
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*Gene watches Ray carefully as Sam knocks, looking for any kind of reaction. And there is one - a slight flinch, a look at the door... But nothing more than that. Good. Gene squeezes Ray's hand back before letting go and turning to the door, opening it up wide. There's no hiding this - He needs to be the Guv still. Nothing happened here. He still feels slightly uneasy with how things went down and with Ray knowing at all... But that can't be helped, and they'll just have to make the best of it.* Alright. Listen up you lot, we're moving out. Anyone needs to spend a penny, do it now or forever hold your peace! *Determined not to let it show that anything's happened, Gene moves past Sam and heads to the front of the party to pick up his rucksack. Business as usual. Ray's eyes focus on Sam for just a moment, giving him a look laced with slight distain. His Guv may be one thing, but Sam's quite another. Still, however much he'd like to make his feelings known, Ray has to follow Gene now - they can't delay any further. So he stalks past Sam, heaving his backpack up and taking his positon behind Gene, ignoring Sam completely.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 22 2015, 08:49 PM Post #72 |
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*Sam barely stifles a sigh of relief - with Gene coming out like that, acting like nothing's happened... and moreover, Ray following as obediently as he does, it means that they managed to avert a catastrophe. No one else has been acting strangely towards him, so Ray didn't have the chance to tell anyone yet either... Good. Still, the look Ray gives him as he walks past... it gives Sam a little chill. There's an uneasy feeling in his gut, telling him this isn't quite over yet... but for now, he needs to ignore it, take his position as well. The others have all lined up, ready to move. His backpack already shouldered, Sam moves up to Gene.* We can follow the road for a few miles, but after that, we probably should head into the woods... less chance of us being spotted there. Less chance of unwanted company. *Even though that also means they'll be a lot slower in their advance... but by Sam's reckoning, that is a lot better than being attacked by a horde out in the open.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 23 2015, 12:17 AM Post #73 |
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*Gene glances at Sam, considering the options. The woods will be slow going, and the undead could still find them in there... But other survivors won't. And at the moment, ambushes are Gene's biggest worry. This is a more rural area with less shops and stashes than a huge city - supplies are scarce and therefore people more desperate.* Fine. We carry on until the woodland's thick enough and then we walk under cover. Anyone spots a likely source of drinking water, you give us a shout. S'the thing we're gonna run out of first, I reckon. *peers out of the window to the side of the door, pleased to see that the coast is clear. He takes his knife out anyway, though. Best to be sure.* Alright. Keep your wits about you. Let's go. *undoes the door and strides out into the sunlight. It's a warmish day, luckily. At least one piece of luck's gone their way! Keeping to the edges of the road, Gene begins to lead the group up the residential street. From the look of it, there are some office buildings in the distance, and then far behind those, the treetops. It's going to take at least half a day to get past the offices, but if they can set up camp in the forest at least they'll be out of the main road by dark.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 23 2015, 09:01 AM Post #74 |
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*And off they are... Off into another day. As the house disappears behind them and murmured conversations starts, Sam makes sure he's walking right next to Gene. A glance backwards, then he quietly asks* Everythin' sorted? *Gene must know that he's referring to his talk with Ray... And even though everything /seemed/ alright, he needs to hear it from Gene directly. That they're okay, that there won't be any trouble... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 23 2015, 04:05 PM Post #75 |
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*replies without looking at Sam, trying to keep their conversation as unsuspicious as possible.* As much as it can be. *It's a struggle, but he resists the urge to look back at Ray - to see if he's watching them, analysing their every move.* Don't think he'll cause any trouble. Not unless anyone else gets wind of it, and then we may still have a mutiny on our hands. *risks a glance at Sam* What about you? Okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 23 2015, 04:37 PM Post #76 |
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*Keeping his eyes on the road, Sam nods at Gene's words, once again allowing himself some relief. Ray won't tell on them... It seems like friendship does still count for something. However, Sam has noticed the way Ray looks at him now... This won't be easy. Not with someone like Ray now most likely watching their every move. * Right. Good. Like Gene, Sam resists the urge to glance back towards Ray. Not looking at Gene comes easy, though... Indeed, Sam turns his head away a little, gaze downcast. The morning's events have left him unsettled... And somewhat aching, deep down. The way Gene jumped away from him, followed after Ray after just a little bit of urging... It's silly, it's childish, but Sam didn't like it. He'd wished.... He doesn't even know. He'd wished for something different to happen. Of course, he doesn't know how exactly the talk went down, but... Sam sighs inwardly, then finally replies* Alright. *hesitates, before lowering his voice even more* M'sorry. Shouldn't 'ave... I should've known it was too much of a risk. *Sam normally is the more rational one of the two of them, but at that moment, he'd wanted nothing more than forget everything, to just become one with Gene again, damn the consequences... And, well, these are the consequences.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 25 2015, 12:59 AM Post #77 |
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*Looks down at the road as they walk, shaking his head.* Wasn't just you. *Gene wanted it just as much - he's as much to blame for this as anyone. It wasn't Sam's fault.* All this time we've managed to keep it under wraps and all it takes a bloody double bed. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 25 2015, 06:34 AM Post #78 |
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*despite everything, Sam can't help but snort out a laugh, looking down as well. Isn't that the truth... It shouldn't be that funny, but for some reason, Sam can't stop grinning now.* Wasn't even the best make. *glances over at Gene, hoping that he's finding it at least a little bit funny as well - otherwise, Sam feels that his own amusement will seem somewhat unhinged. But honestly - it's too absurd not to laugh about it.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 25 2015, 12:51 PM Post #79 |
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*Gene does smile a bit at that, the humour not going unnoticed. That's what happens, apparently - when you're forced not to touch each other for so long. One look at a mattress and the clothes fly off. They'll manage it at some point, though... They have to. One day soon there'll be another bed, and a door with a lock that they'll remember to flip. Maybe that's what they need to be able to keep going - something to look forward to, when the time comes. And until then, they'll just have to trudge on, heading north. Heading towards what will hopefully be something better than this. They walk for a few hours, stopping for breaks every so often. Their water supply is dwindling, which is a worrisome fact. Drinkable water isn't easy to find when it doesn't come out of a tap any more. Bottled water, rain water and water tanks from office buildings are their only options now - one reason why Gene's beginning to eye up the office block just a bit further up the road. He turns to voice this idea to the others, but as he does something catches his eye. An undead, just off to their left, shuffling down the alleyway and hissing like a pissed cat. Well... They were bound to run into a few. He'd better deal with it.* Well, hello there, handsome! *Breaking off from the group, Gene heads across the road, unsheathing his knife as he does so. It's a smallish one - must have been a maths nerd once upon a time. Doesn't look like there was much muscle on it to waste away in the first place! Without hesitation, Gene knocks the creature's grabbing arms aside and drives his knife into its head, stepping back as it drops to the floor. Easy peasy. Though the hissing hasn't stopped.... and it doesn't seem to be coming from the thing on the floor. Actually, listening a little harder... There's some shuffling, too. Moans. Rather a lot of them. Christ, a hoarde!?* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 25 2015, 01:25 PM Post #80 |
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*Sam is relieved that after this, the mood seems to be a little less tense. They're always on edge these days, of course, but some of the tension has fallen away, at least for a little while. As their march continues, Sam checks the map only once, pleased to find that their course is taking them North the shortest possible way available to them. And those buildings up ahead look fairly promising as well - except there might be more survivors there... And more survivors always means a heightened chance of actual combat. People only fend for themselves these days, and Sam can't blame them. Sam spots the undead as well - his stomach still churns at the sight of them - and seeing Gene make his way over there on his own adds to the uneasy feeling know his gut.* Guv... *He follows after Gene, pulling out his own knife, checking that he's got his gun ready as well. It's unusual to find them all on their own... When Sam catches up with Gene, he's already death with the zombie... But the hissing is still there. And Sam, not having been as close to the sounds of the perishing zombie as Gene, has already picked up on the shuffling and moaning. His head snaps around, and - there. Shapes, moving down the alley. Towards them. A lot of them. Even from the distance he can tell that their own little group would be vastly outnumbered. Sam's eyes widen. Shit. Sam reaches for Gene's arm out of reflex.* Gene. The building. *They have to get everyone into the office block, and fast, they have to outrun this hoarde...! * |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 25 2015, 09:31 PM Post #81 |
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*Gene's eyes widen as he sees the hoarde turn the corner into the alley - and Jesus, there's so many... too many...! And to make things worse, they've been seen. He turns, letting Sam pull at his arm and spin him back round to face his team. They need to get to shelter, right now. And now that they've been spotted, stealth isn't an option.* There's a hoarde! Back, back! *grabs onto Sam, returning the hold on his arm and beginning to hurry him towards the office buildings.* Get the door in, barricade it up! |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 25 2015, 09:40 PM Post #82 |
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*The cacophony of moans and screams and hisses rising behind them, along with Gene's grip on his arm, is enough to get Sam to run, holding onto Gene in return - they're not gonna get separated, he won't let it happen.* C'mon, move, MOVE! *This gets the last petrified members of their group to move, to run, towards the building now towering above them. As they run, Sam immediately takes note of the glass doors - that won't hold them off for long, so they'll need to move further in immediately, right after barricading those doors as far as possible. And all the while, those horrifying sounds are coming from behind them, getting closer slowly, but steadily.... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 25 2015, 10:27 PM Post #83 |
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*Shoves roughly at the straggling members of the team, pushing them desperately through the glass doors. Phyllis and Annie push the doors shut behind them, shouting for something to block them with. Reluctantly, Gene lets go of Sam's arm and answers their shouts - they're in the lobby now, and there're a few armchairs to the sides, a table at the back...* Ray, get that chair! Sam, help me with this! Everyone just.. Block the bloody door!!! *Breathless, Gene grabs at the larger of the two chairs and starts to shimmy it across the floor. These doors aren't going to hold, no way - but anything they can do to slow the zombies down could be the difference between living and dying. Within seconds there's a pile of furniture and junk piled against the doors - no time for any more. The wave of rotting flesh is surging towards them, towards the glass - They must have a minute at most. Staggering backwards, Gene tries to usher the others away from the doors - shit, does he have everyone? Chris, Ray, Annie, Sam... They're all there?* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 26 2015, 07:49 AM Post #84 |
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*The rush of adrenaline and fear is what makes them work so quickly, stacking up as much furniture as possible, even though that won't hold off the hoarde for long. Sam takes quick count of the group - that's everyone, it has to be. They don't have many options here, and they have even less time, so Sam shouts over to Gene* The basement, it's our best chance! *There are bound to be properly fortified doors down there and that is what they need - something to hold off the hoarde until they lose interest... Or until they've found a way out. There have to be air vents, tunnels, SOMETHING! Already moving that way, Sam grabs Chris - petrified, staring at the oncoming mass of zombies like a deer caught in the headlights - by his arm, roughly pulling him further away from the door and backwards.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 26 2015, 08:32 PM Post #85 |
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*Sam's right - storerooms or basements might be the most fortified areas, and the closest.* Everybody, back! *Gene turns and joins Sam in pushing and pulling people through the doors and into the corridor towards the back of the building. He just hopes there's another way out down there... Through the ceiling perhaps, or a fire escape. Behind them there's a thunderous crash, the barricade straining against the sudden and persistant impact. They're coming! The glass cracks, a chair tips over... They don't have long! With everyone finally snapping out of their frozen states and running for their lives, Gene pushes through the throng and shouts to Sam above the chaos* Up ahead! Right or left!? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 26 2015, 08:46 PM Post #86 |
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*The sounds from behind are spurring them all on, and Sam has already made his way up ahead of the group, determined to find a safe place.* *shouts back* Stairs down the left! *For good measure, Sam still throws open the door to his right - for one, to check the room behind it, and for another to hopefully distract the hoarde; every little second matters right now. But there's nothing there, just a small room that may have been used as a retreat for the lobby workers, so Sam runs on, still slighty ahead of the rest of the group, taking several steps at once as he makes his way down the stairs. They've reached the bottom of the stairs and Sam has ruled out two more rooms down the corridor when they hear a massive explosion of shattering glass from upstairs. Chris cries out in horror, as does Annie, and there are horrified shouts coming from the others as well. Sam himself flinches so hard that he nearly stumbles, but he can't stop now - they can't die like this, not like this. Round another corner, down another flight of stairs - hopefully some of the hoarde will part, not all of them surging downstairs - and there, finally, the doors are looking sturdier, more like the fire doors Sam has been hoping to find. He throws a look back - and there's Gene, good - and then he throws open the first set of solid-looking doors he can find. This has to be it, it has to, it has to--!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 27 2015, 01:55 AM Post #87 |
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*Gene keeps one eye on Sam at the front of the troop even as he tries to push along the slower members, grabbing Phyllis's arm and yanking her from the back into the centre of them all. He won't let another one die, not another single one! The enormous crash from behind them sends a bolt of fear through him, the screams and shouts from the others rocking through him like aftershocks. His team, his friends... Terrified for their lives. Nausea rolls through him at the thought, but still he pushes them on, following Sam down the stairs and into the protective belly of the building. And there! Those doors! Thicker than the others, larger too - heavier. That has to be it, that has to be their hiding place! But as Sam throws the doors open, time slows down. A zombie, right there. An office worker, left behind to perish in the only safe room in the vicinity. Gene watches in horror as Sam all but runs into the thing's arms, decaying hands latching on to battered leather, locking onto it with a strength unthinkable for something so rotted. There's a broken, harrowed animalistic yell as the yellowed teeth sick into Sam's shoulder, just where his neck meets. It takes another moment for Gene to realise that the sound came from himself. And then he's moving automatically, muscling whatever or whoever is in his way aside, gun drawn and eyes blazing with unbridled fury. He leaps at the thing, screaming in agony and vengeance, one hand seizing the creature's shirtfront and the other pressing the barrel of the gun against its forehead. There are three shots in the monster's head before it finally hits the ground, Gene staggering after it as his momentum slows. Then, eyes wide and body numb, he turns to Sam. And what he sees evaporates what's left of his hope. Of his soul. Sam's bleeding from the neck... Teeth marks... He's infected... Just one word escapes Gene's lips, a broken whisper* ... No... |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 27 2015, 03:44 AM Post #88 |
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*The moment the door opens wide, Sam knows something is wrong, or going to be wrong. He knows it the moment he notices the shape, dark against the opening doorway. Then, time slows for Sam as well. He sees the creature, every last disgusting detail of it, mouth opened in a snarl, muscles tensing for the lunge. The stink of decay is enough to make him choke. Sam wants to take a step back, and he does, but too slow, far too slow. One moment before the impact, before the sharp sting of the bite and the far sharper sting of certain death, inexplicably Sam's attention is drawn to the far wall behind the zombie, where she is standing. Smiling. Her clown gone. The bite is what makes time snap back into its normal flow again. It's a terrible pain, for one second, as though the virus is making its presence known on the very first contact. Sam staggers backwards with a scream of agony and shock, the zombie's weight and clinging hands giving him even more momentum. Then there's a massive shape, howling, barrelling at them both. A moment later, the creature drops to the ground, dead for good. Hardly able to keep himself on his feet, Sam looks up to see Gene, staring at him with wide eyes, gone entirely pale. And Sam stares back, eyes just as wide, face just as pale. It's over. Not for all of them, though, as the howling and snarling mess from upstairs reminds Sam later. He still has a duty to fulfill. Sam reaches out and pushes Gene back with all his strength, into the room. A kick sends the dead creature further down the corridor, away from the doorway. Then Sam is shouting at the rest of the group, pushing and shoving them into the room, one after another, not caring whether or not they've seen what happened, whether they're staring at him, whether they don't seem to want to move at all. They're all inside now, and for one tiny second, Sam contemplates just staying out here. No - not like this. Sam throws himself into the room as well, just as the noise from the hoarde is growing terribly close. It falls closed behind him with a bang, and with trembling hands Sam throws the latch, grabs a nearby chair as well and pushes it against the door, followed by a desk. Then, and only then, does his strength finally leave him, making way for exhaustion and horror. He staggers over to a wall and sinks down with his back against it, one hand clutching at the bite at the base of his neck. It's already throbbing, cancelling out even the adrenaline. Now it's over... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 27 2015, 03:52 PM Post #89 |
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*Gene should be helping. He should be helping steer the others into the room, helping them pile the barricade up in front of the door. But there's nothing left in him, now. All he can do is watch in shock as the others scramble in and either cower or start lugging things in front of the door, joining Sam in his efforts. There are terrified shouts and gurgling moans reaching him through a muffled roaring in his ears - but none of it seems real. Not any more. Sam is bitten... Sam is bitten... It's only when Sam sinks down against the wall, pressing at his bleeding neck with one trembling hand that Gene finally finds himself moving. he drops down to one in front of Sam, ignoring the rest of the group behind him even though he knows that he's being watched. That they're staring at Sam and realising what's happened, and just what that means. Shakily clamping one hand down over Sam's to stem the bleeding, Gene presses his other palm to Sam's cheek, trying to get his attention. He needs to have a look at the wound... needs to see how bad it is... whether there's any chance of... Whether he can be saved....* Sam... let me see... |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 27 2015, 04:36 PM Post #90 |
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*Sam looks up when Gene's hand touches his cheek, blinking through a haze of exhaustion. Gene's face... Sam can read it like a book, for once. He can read the dull horror in it that be himself is feeling - although, most of that is strangely muted at the moment. Right now, Sam simply feels incredibly tired. He thinks he sees the hem of a red dress in the corner of his eyes, but when he blinks it's gone. Sam doesn't respond to Gene, merely averting his gaze and removing his hand, glancing down at it. There's blood and... Something else, somewhat slimy. He doesn't want to think about it, it's making him even more nauseous just looking at it. Apart from the noise outside, it's grown eerily quiet in the room.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 27 2015, 06:28 PM Post #91 |
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*immediately, Gene grabs at Sam's hand and holds it away from Sam's face - he doesn't need Sam to see that - the blood, the slime... He just needs to concentrate on staying alive... Staying with them. With space to see now, Gene can give the wound a quick inspection. It doesn't look like the bite's penetrated an artery, and it's not horrifically deep... But the teeth marks are clearly visible, welling up with fresh blood right before Gene's eyes. But Sam can't be infected, he can't... He just can't. There's a dampened crash sound as the undead finally slam against the doors, making the thick barriers knock and creak, dead hands and teeth scraping against the surface. But Gene doesn't pay it any attention, instead looking over his shoulder and shouting in a desperate voice,* Are you lot just gonna stand there?? Gimme a cloth or something! |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 27 2015, 06:40 PM Post #92 |
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*For once, the team doesn't react to their Guv's orders. They stand there, all eyes on Sam and Gene - even when the zombies start battering against the door, only about half of the group flinch away. Annie looks just about as stricken as Gene does, Chris doesn't seem to be able to understand just what exactly happened, and the look of pity on Phyllis' face is enough to make Sam turn his head away, forcing him to look at Gene again. Gene, who is most desperate of them all. He of all people should know... A cluster of emotions is welling up inside Sam, and now it's him who reaches out with his unsullied hand (trembling somewhat), taking a hold of Gene's wrist and pulling his hand away.* ... leave it... *his voice is rough, weak, he can hardly control it* ... it doesn't matter anymore. *Of course it doesn't matter. The bite has happened, the virus must be taking up residence in Sam's body already. It's a matter of hours now... until.... until he will suffer the same fate as Vince did, as his aunt did.........* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 27 2015, 10:36 PM Post #93 |
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*Hurt flashes through Gene's eyes - Sam's giving up. He's giving up, he can't give up! And why isn't anybody bringing him a bloody cloth!* Don't you say that! *Frustrated and refusing to process what's happening, Gene clamps his hand back down over the bite. It's not bleeding too much... It should be fine... It should be... ....Why isn't anybody saying anything!? Gene looks back over his shoulder, the desperation obvious in his wild eyes. They're all just staring - staring in shock, sympathy, resignation... Turning his attention back to Sam, Gene gives him a small shake. This isn't how it ends.* We'll... We'll wait in 'ere 'til they've wandered off. Get you out of 'ere. We'll... We'll do something... *They can carry Sam. Get him to a hospital or try and speed up, look for the safe haven... Maybe they've already found a cure there. It's been ages since the outbreak - surely some clever sod's found a way to reverse the effects by now!? Maybe if they can hotwire a car they can make it there in a few hours - the noise won't matter if they drive fast enough..!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 28 2015, 09:52 AM Post #94 |
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*Sam winces as Gene's hand presses against the wound again - it hurts, and it's making him feel distinctly ill. Or is that the shock? Whatever it is, it seems to become amplified by Gene's desperation. His wild eyes, the urgency in his voice... He's refusing to believe what's happened, and that hurts. It's hard enough having to wrap his own head around the fact that he is practically dead already, but knowing that the one person he cares for the most can't accept it? That's unbearable. Blinking as Gene shakes him slightly, Sam takes a breath and releases it slowly.* ... Gene, don't... *Sam shakes his head and looks away for a moment, grimacing. He's going to die, and worse, turn into one of them.... No, no, that can't happen. Sam's vision goes blurry at that thought - Gene is going to watch him die, and then he'll have to - have to kill what Sam's going to become, just like it happened with Vince. Looking at his partner again, Sam realises with startling clarity that that is going to destroy Gene. He can't let that happen.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 28 2015, 09:14 PM Post #95 |
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*'Don't'? It doesn't work like that!* Then what!? Huh!? It doesn't end like this!! *He can see Sam's eyes beginning to fill, and it half kills him. Sam isn't supposed to die. They're supposed to get through this together - they're supposed to make it to the sanctury and start a new life together. Find some semblence of normality and keep living. Because if that doesn't happen, then... what the hell have they been fighting for!? All this time... Gene's been fighting for Sam. Keeping him safe, keeping him alive. And now Sam's bitten, and though he refuses to acknowledge it Gene knows what that means, deep down. But he can't let himself believe it... The longer he doesn't allow himself to process it, the longer he can spare himself devastation.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 28 2015, 09:28 PM Post #96 |
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*Watching Gene like this is the hardest thing Sam has ever had to do - even compared to what they have seen in the last few months. What they have been through. To think it would end like this... Sam Looks at Gene for a moment longer, then lowers his gaze. This won't get any easier - whatever they do, or say, it will just delay the inevitable. It's already tearing at Sam's heart, having to cope with the knowledge that he's going to die a horrible death, and then another one, but knowing that Gene will have to watch it, and that Gene will keep clinging desperately onto a hope that doesn't exists... ... He can't stand it. It can't end like this. Slowly, Sam lets go of Gene's wrist and reaches down to his belt, searching for just a second before his hand grasps cold metal. Even as he brings it back up again, Sam undoes the safety of his gun, the click of it sounding through the room even with the infernal racket outside. His eyes are on Gene again, and it's costing him everything to quietly say* Step back, Gene. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 28 2015, 09:39 PM Post #97 |
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*Staring at Sam's face, Gene doesn't see the gun until he hears the safety click off. The sight of it and realising what Sam means to do makes him feel sick. Trembling with rage and despair, Gene looks back up at Sam with wide disbelieving eyes. This isn't going to happen. Hissing in a wavering voice, Gene grabs out, latching his free hand onto Sam's wrist to stop him raising the gun any higher.* Don't... Don't you bloody dare. Don't you bloody dare. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 29 2015, 06:08 AM Post #98 |
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*Sam inhales sharply as Gene grabs his wrist, his own grip on the gun tightening.* Gene-- *This isn't fair. He can faintly hear Annie protesting as well, the others quiet or muttering to each other, but most of his focus is on Gene. Why doesn't he understand...!? Well, that is a stupid question to ask, because Sam knows exactly why Gene won't understand... But that doesn't stop him from wanting to go through with this. It's the thought of Vince's fate that's spurring Sam on.* ... Let go. At least let... *his voice is breaking up, so Sam has to swallow and try again*... Let me have this. *It's all I've left.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 29 2015, 11:21 AM Post #99 |
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*Gene stares with anger and disbelief* No. No. You don't get to do this. *He too can hear the others murmuring, whispering, stifling anguish. But it's nothing. They don't feel this like he does. He doesn't think anyone in the world could feel this like he does. He can't let Sam go, not this way. Not until he's seen... Seen that it's over, that there's no coming back from it. That there's no way of putting his broken heart back together.* *swallowing against the rising lump in his throat, Gene tries a to gain control of his failing voice.* You pull that trigger and I'll never forgive you. It's too soon... You can't... Can't just... *You can't just take away the last few hours we have together... Please... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 29 2015, 11:45 AM Post #100 |
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*Sam grits his teeth, having to fight down the overwhelming urge to just throw himself at Gene and cling to him and never let go. Of course it's too soon, it was always going to be too soon... But if they draw this out now, it's going to become unbearable... Sam wants to be able to say farewell on his own terms....! Sam opens his mouth, but he has to close it again, his voice failing him in that moment as a faint, but distinct wave of sick, burning pain washes through him. It's starting already... Taking a shaking breath, Sam tries again* It's... it's just delaying the inevitable. For God's sake, Gene, I... *fear, frustration and sadness all start breaking through again, making Sam grimace, but at the same time strengthening his voice, giving it a hard edge* I'm already dead. You've seen what it did to Vince. Call me a coward, but I don't care, I don't want to go through all this, and I don't-- *suddenly, as if speaking it out loud is making Sam realise completely what is going to happen to him, and what Gene is going to have to do, his throat grows tight* -- I don't--! *tears spring to his eyes, Sam's face becoming a mask of anguish* -- I don't want you to 'ave to kill me....!! *and then the tears are flowing freely and a sob wrenches free from Sam's chest, the gun falling from his hand and clattering to the floor.* |
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