Hear no evil ~

Posted by messyart on Jun 05, 2011; 4:38am
URL: http://the-lost-and-the-damned.71.s1.nabble.com/Compiling-ideas-for-Zombie-fluff-tp6409892p6441488.html

In the middle of a London suburb' "Blind" Barry Scott (not to be confused with the shouty man from those annoying adverts on telly!) fought a battle far beyond what any typical survivor would have to endure.
Having been deaf from birth (It is unknown why people called him blind Barry, possibly because it's easy to make fun of a guy who can't hear you), Barry finds the apocalypse a constantly terrifying environment.
Every corner and every street must be checked thrice over before he is willing to take even a single step, and he has countless encounters with the undead to keep his caution rational.

His only aid during excursions into the nearby shopping centre is a faithful house-cat, and his aptly named "Mincey". A sledgehammer with a slightly unpleasant modification (A very sharp set of tenderising spikes!).


The day had come to an end, and his raid of the now-abandoned Pound Shop had come to an end. His rusksack was full of sweets, flapjack and cat-treats, and his clothes were now adorned with a random assortment of keyrings and flashlights.
Sheepishly, he peered around the main door into the high street, glaring intently at every moving shadow for signs of the monsters.
A quick tug of Minxies chain got her attention, and his faithfull kitty ran up beside him, sneaking along the floor almost on her belly as they both looked in opposite directions.
Suddenly, she lept behind him, her back arched high as she curled her face in fear.
Barry turned, falling onto his backside as a zombie lunged at him, falling just short of his knee as he booted it in the face.
He kicked quickly at the doorframe, gaining more distance before the zombie regained any momentum, and with a quick twist of the waist, he had managed to jump up to his feet, swinging Mincey into the shoulder of the growling woman beneath him. The blow almost cleaved her head away, and she was violently hurled into the outside wall of the centre, slumping motionless to the ground.
Looking about himself, he knelt to stroke Minxie and reassure her silently as he took to the street.
His kitty ran slightly ahead of him, and they reached the opposite side of roundabout in the centre of the large, wreck-strewn carpark.
He jumped up ontothe bonnet of a nearby Vectra, peering in through the windscreen to see if there was anything to loot.
On the backseat sat a teddy bear, and he looked down in respect as he considered the fate of the family who had once sat before him.
Suddenly, Minxie was between his kneeling legs, cowering in terror as she clawed to climb up his stomach. He span, looking about desperately for what had scared her.
A brief flash of shadow alerted him to one of the zombies he feared the most.
He hunkered down, trying the doors of the car, and climbing inside the second the drivers door clunked open. He slammed the door when Minxie had joined him, anmd stared out of every window, intent on spotting his hunter before it found him.
A heavy thud sent his heart into a maddening rythm. The roof of the car buckled and bent as something above him begun pounding into the body of the car. Suddenly a hole appeared, and a ragged, bloodied hand punched through, gripping into the metal and pulling it aside.
Quickly Barry kicked upwards, dislodging the creature before releasing Minxies leash and opening the door, leaping out and turning to see a zombie he'd met a few times before.
"One eye" he'd named it, after the first time they fought. Having pinned him to the ground, Barry had pushed a carving knife deep into its' left eye socket, and the blade remained to this day.
It turned to face him, hunched over on all fours on the roof of the car as it stared emptily into his eyes.

It opened its' mouth, revealing a silent but broken array of gore-strewn teeth. Quickly, Barry surveyed the rest of the car-park, ensuring he'd not be taken by suprise while trying to fend off One Eye once again. He readied Mincey and ducked as the zombie lept powerfully at him, turning to see it headbutt a large white van behind him. He took the chance to jump One Eye, ploughing his sledge' into his hips. He felt the bone shatter under the impact, and laughed as the zombie seemingly wailed in pain, unable to properly stand. He stepped back slowly, certain that One Eyes legs wouldn't be able to propel him like they once could, and his assumption proved accurate as the zombie repeatedly stumbled onto its' hands and knees as it tried to chase him.
A grin stretched his face as Barry turned and ran back to the Vectra, plucking out the frightened Minxie before turning to see no sign of One Eye.
"Oh.. Shit" He signed to his kitty, before peering frantically all around him.
A new sense of panic rushed his thoughts as he tried to decide if the risk of running away outweighed the risk of defending himself all through the night.
Two more heads begun emerging over one of the nearby cars as he made a decision, and they seemed to both be moving towards him far faster than he cared to watch. He stooped and picked up Minxie before sprinting back towards the open roads towards his safe house.

Unable to hear his own footsteps, let alone the screams of humanity, he was completely unaware of the survivors attempting to follow him as they were caught by the lashing, writhing arms of a Tangler. It was only Minxie beginning to bite and claw at his shoulder that he turned to see them begging for help, their arms outstretched as a huge group of zombies begun sprinting from the car-park towards them.

He scanned his feet for scarce moments before making a new decision. He dropped Minxie and sprinted back, trying to catch his breath from the last run as he paced towards them.
One was torn in half as the Tanglers "arms" begun pulling and slicing into his gut, and the look of agony in his face lasted only moments before one of the tentacles emerged from his mouth, bringing his heart up with it.
The second survivor was screaming, trying hopelessly to loosen the writhing chords around their arms and legs as the horde drew closer.
Barry lept, sledge in hand, towards the Tangler, decapitating it in one swing. A foul blood splashed across his face, and he quickly wiped his sleeve across his brow before rushing to the remaining survivor, unwrapping the tentacles from her arms and waist. He motioned for them to move as she silently thanked him, and they ran hastily back towards an obediently waiting Minxie. He scooped her up while in motion, and guided the woman towards his street, getting ahead of her to duck into some bushes, hoping she'd see in time to join him.
Relief struck him as she carefully clambered through the thorny undergrowth, and they continued in relative safety towards a heavily fenced up yard.
The horde ran on past, oblivious to their diversion, and the woman begun a fruitless attempt at speaking to her saviour.
"Thank you so fucking much.. I thought I was fucked... My name's Zara, what's yours?"
He glared blankly, finally able to look at the pretty thing he'd found.
A blush grew across his face as she stared, waiting for reply. Minxie briefly batted at her finger while she wiggled it at her, before Barry tried sign language.
Zara nodded, understandingly.
"Well, you're alive. At least."
Silently and much to his suprise, she hugged him, leaving him stood, biting his lip shyly.
She smiled, and his heart begun to flutter and race.
"My name is Barry, I'm 17" he said quietely, doing his best to not accidentally shout in her face.
Her response was a smile, raising her hands up in front of him and holding out ten fingers, before flicking out another 9.
Her lips seemed to read similarly, as she stood repeating 19 enough for him to understand.
He laughed a bit, before nodding and pointing towards a small metal cellar door. They both approached, and Barry opened the door slowly before turning to see Zara worriedly looking about.
He slammed the door and jumped in front of her, watching Minxie as she begun hissing towards a large corrugated steel sheet that was propped up against a section of broken fence.
The unmistakable shape of One Eye lept over the sheet, landing awkwardly and stepping towards Barry with a limp.
Zara covered her ears as One Eye opened his mouth, screaming in tones that Barry was mercifully unaware of.

To Barrys' suprise, One Eye lept towards him with ease, punching him in each shoulder and pounding him down to the ground, leering over him with exposed teeth.
Minxie had landed beside him, and lunged at the zombies face, clawing and scratching to give Barry some chance of working himself free.
One Eye jumped backwards onto his knees, grabbing Minxie and throwing her to the floor before looking back at Barry.
His stare lasted moments before a spray of blood darted from the side of his head. Barry looked around to see Zara standing with a 9mm in her hand, her eyes wide and terrified.
"Thank you!" He excitedly screamed, before nervously lowering his gaze as she raised a finger to her lips.
She took his hand, pulling him to his feet as he took hold of Minxie and Mincey.
He put his hand in his hoody pocket and pulled out a mint humbug, offering it to her with a friendly smile before opening up his cellar door and letting her take her first steps inside.

Within, the small basement was strewn with food wrappers and drinks cans. The walls were covered in random drawings and posters, all taken from the various stores Barry had looted.
At one end of the room sat a small power generator, linked up to wires that ran up through the roof. It powered a fridge-freezer unit and electrical cooker, which were quickly put to use as Barry started to boil a rusty kettle of coca cola.

He turned to Zara and apologised, showing her the ingredients of his now-favourite drink.
The cans of Red Bull, Coca Cola and Fanta now seemed somewhat more surreal, as she watched him pour a can of beans into a pan, letting it cook for moments before pouring in the Coca cola from the kettle.
He looked at her awkwardly, offering her his favourite mug before pouring out a runny, beany soup.
Unwilling to offend him, she accepted, and sat with him for an hour as they played a game of cards.
After five unsuccesful games, and the last rays of sunlight fading from the basement windows, Barry looked into Zaras eyes with a sense of difficulty.
She tilted her head, looking around the room to see only two beds. With a nod, she let on that she understood.
Minxie led in hers, a small cat-sofa looted from the Pound Shop a week earlier.
Which left only one bed empty. Barry offered it to her, and showed her that he was willing to stay on the solid ground.
She laughed as he pulled up a large cardboard box, ripping it apart to make a screen that she could get changed behind.
As he watched her shadow against the wall behind it, he flinched back in suprise as a finger pushed a hole through, wriggling about like a worm before Zara pulled the screen down.

In a deep red blush, Barry looked away from her as she stood in only underwear. She grabbed his hand and turned him back around, holding up a newly written note.
"You'll need a decent sleep, so I don't mind sharing"
He poked her stomach, feeling a fluttery sensation in his gut as she begun giggling, and an awkward guilt as she turned, revealing a barely g-string clad bottom.


When the morning sun broke through the basement windows, Barry realised the apocalypse might not be such a bad thing.
Beside him on one side laid a pile of hastily removed clothing, the other laid Zara, clutching at his bare chest as Minxie noisily chewed on a freshly caught mouse in her own bed.
He closed his eyes and hoped the next night may be the same.



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If you are under the age of 18, I am obliged to say that this apocalyse is mid-summer and it is very hot. They live in a basement that gets clammy and they both needed to sleep less restricted to ensure they had energy for the days ahead e_e

Yes, yes that will summarise it perfectly.