RP pt 3- A walk amongst the Dead

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Part Three:

Genesis:

Genesis moved to the dilapidated metal stairs of the suspended platform. She was in excellent physical condition, so making the climb wouldn’t be much of a problem so long as there were some good hand holds to heft her body up. Some of the stair planks were missing, the whole structure held only by cables from the ceiling. It looked to be some sort of over watch platform, as it didn’t lead anywhere.

She looked behind herself, making sure that, as long as they were quick, the two of them could hoist themselves up. Addison had a decent weapon, so Genesis made the command decision to start climbing first.

The stairs, the entire platform, moved and swayed as she set her weight on it, climbing carefully. She clung to the support cables, relying on them more than the actual stairs, to pull herself up.

The zombies were getting nearer, their hunger mouths gaping and moaning, their arms outstretched to grab at their meals. Genesis pushed herself harder to finally reach the platform. It moved and swayed, the cables holding it creaking, metal squealing against metal. Little pops and pains from the distress of the old rusted thing made Genesis nervous.

She looked to see Addison making her ascent as well. The zombies were already snatching at the other woman’s heels. She jerked and kicked at them, sometimes dangling from one hand to give a sweep of her sword.

“Hurry up Addison!” She hissed. The amassing horde looked up at her from below, arms upward, clawing air in the direction of the platform. The noise of the zombies echoed through the large structure, making their hungry song seem even louder.

She looked to Addison, hissing at the woman as a sudden realization came over her. She snarled a bit, but kept her voice down.

“Addison, you are some sort of Voodoo thing… can’t you control these things? Make them go away or something? Voodoo and zombies go hand in hand, don’t they?”

She looked down into the horde. The horde looked back up at her with their dead eyes and gaping mouths. Disgusting. Addison could fix this with a spell or hex or something, couldn’t she?

 

Addison:

Addison followed Genesis, yet, since she was having to struggle to get the dead things to back off a little, she didn’t see the hand holds that the Lycan had used to haul her ass up. Addison hands hit slick spots, or curled and jagged rust spots, slicing her palms. She ground out some choice curse words, dangling by one wounded hand and giving a good swing of her blade to cleave through the few dead thing heads closest to her.

One of the bastards got hold of her foot. She struggled, kicking away from the teeth that wanted to taste her flesh and blood, losing a tennis shoe in the process. That did not make her happy in the least.

As she struggled, the support cables and beams of the platform groaned in their protest. She and Genesis were very small women of slight weight. This thing surely could handle them if they kept it balanced…or so she hoped.

She finally managed to get herself up onto the platform, feeling it move and shift. She tried to keep a bit of distance from wolf-girl to not put their combined weight into one spot. She heard Genesis snarking out something about her Voodoo. She blinked, then scowled at the Lycan.

“These aren’t MY kind of zombies. My zombies are way different. They are people that I’ve stripped of their souls. They do what I tell them to. They aren’t really dead. Just soulless. These dead things here…their brains are dead…all they want to do is feed. None of my spells or hexes can change that.” She said, looking into the din of groans from below.

She noted that the horde below seemed more intent on Genesis. Must be something about her Lycan smell. She shrugged the thought away, letting her eyes scan the area from this new vantage point.

“These things are getting in from someplace. They seem to be coming in waves.”  She looked down into the mass of dead things again, trying to form a plan of escape that didn’t involve being eaten alive.

She moved on the platform, leaning against the thin railing to inspect her leg, making sure there was no cuts or scratches from where the dead things stole her shoe. She was still pissed about that. Addison then inspected her hands. The cuts and scrapes were healing already, but they stung.

Her sword at her back gave a continual hum of warning. It was not happy at all. While it loved the fight, it wasn’t getting any souls out of it, and that left it frustrated in a way. The pulses of energy it sent through Addison made her a little crouch.

She sighed out, slumping more onto the railing. A loud pop from overhead echoed through the warehouse, the platform shifting. Addison looked up to see some of the bolts and cables were in distress of their unwelcomed guests.

“Okay Genesis…we need to get out of this mess. You’re the military gung-ho. Think us a plan.” She quipped, looking to the hazel eyed woman.

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