Roleplay-ing

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Derek rolled over in his sleep and fell off his bed, still not being shaken from his slumber.

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Sophie stood up from her spot on the bed and walked over to the slidding door. Pressing her face against the window she looked outside, eyes searching for the horrid corps that had been moving towards her. "What do we do? We have to warn everyone. Maybe we should.. maybe kill it?" She turned and looked at Theo and then Elena and back to Theo. "We have to end it before it spreads, right?"

Theo grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away. "Stay far from windows," he told her, giving her a look. "And I didn't happen to bring a weapon, did you?" another sarcastic reply. He blamed being woken up. Elena shook her head at the two. She had no idea what was going on, but said she'd go warn the people in the hall. Stepping outside.

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Sophie crossed her arms stubbornly as she looked over Theo. His sarcastic comment only made her more stubborn and determined to show him up. "Actually.." she pulled out her pocket knife, which she carried on her at all times. "I'm probably more prepared then you are." She walked over to the mini bar and pulled out a small bottle of vodka, down it all in one big gulp. "Let's do this," she pushed past him and slid the door open. Stepping out into the night she kept her eyes peeled for any movement at all.

Theo obviously was unimpressed with this behaviour. Was she trying to impress him by putting herself in danger? "That didn't make you look cool," he said, simply, yanking her back inside by the wrist and slidding the door back closed. "We could have used that alcohol in case someone was hurt," he pointed out, before prying the knife out of her hand. "Second, working with a weapon while drunk isn't the best idea. The guy was also too tall for you, you'd have to hit him in the head. So, I'll do it. This isn't because I'm a guy, so don't start that. You just thought it was a good idea to get even more drunk than you already were."

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Elena rubbed her arms as she crept through the hallway. Most of the doors were open, and inside the rooms was empty. At least the power was still on. She crept around, trying to listen for any movement. Could those other two be messing with her? Well, they both seemed crazy- a lot crazy, actually. But then why was the staff in the hotel missing?

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Derek rolled over, letting out a groan as he struggled with an upset stomach. Sleep still held on to him and not a sound dipped into his dreams.

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Sophie’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened. For a moment she felt completely squashed in any bravery she had managed. Then her eyes narrowed as she yanked her hand free of the guys grasp. “Excuse me!? First, I have no interest in looking cool. There’s a fucked up guy out there, I’m more worried about ending it before it can begin. There’s plenty of alcohol all through this hotel as well as the many other hotels spotting this island. Also, NOT that it’s any of your business, but I bounce back easy from drinking. I just needed a drink to calm my nerves before stabbing the crap out of the walking dead.” She could feel her blood boil as she looked him over. Who the hell did he think he was to talk to her in this manner?

"Okay, so you think rushing out there after drinking and swinging a knife around is going to stop this outbreak? Can you just slow down and think for a little. And I don't give a living hell that you bounce back quick, you shouldn't drink and expect to be able to fight someone. He won't stop because he's hurt like a normal person, he's dead. He can't feel. And you can't collect alcohol if the whole hotel is infected. Now will you shut it and let's go hunt this guy?"

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Elena carefully tiptoed her way through the lobby, bare feet cold on the tile floor. There wasn't even a single sound, which was more creepy than a bunch of screaming. That was, until she heard a shuffle. Spinning around, she tried to pinpoint the location.

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Derek let out a low groan, slowly standing up from the bed. The sun had yet to rise but he knew without looking at the clock that it would be soon. Stretching his arms high over his head he let out another groan as he back cracked. Slumping a little, Derek walked over to the window. His eyes moved over the scene and he happily watched a squirrel scuttle across the grass. Just as suddenly, a man slowly moved across the window, he limped with each step giving Derek the impression that he was hurt. Why isn’t he getting help? What happened? Before he could lift the window to call out to the man he heard a harsh growl from behind him. Looking back towards the door he realized it came from the other side.

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“Could you be any more stubborn headed?!” Sophie had a strong urge to smack him. Struggling to withhold it, though, she did the one thing she knew he wouldn’t. She let him think he won. “Fine. I’m listening,” she knew adding anything more would only continue the argument.

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Slowly moving towards the door, Derek pressed his ear up against the door while holding his breath. He could hear the grunting but it sounded more distant. Slowly letting out the breath he was holding in, he reached for the door and pulled it open. As the door opened a breeze rushed at Derek's face, filing his breath with a wreched odder of mold and death. Pulling his shirt up over his nose, Derek poked his head out looking left and then right. Nothing stood out to his attention though. HIs eyes lingered, and as they did he came to realize a trail of blood streaked the hall. "What the.." he said as he let his shirt drop from his nose and he slowly walked out of the room. A noise drew him towards the end of the hall, one that sounded more like an animal than anything else.

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"THAT. MR. Is THE best idea I have yet to hear come out of that gapping hole of yours." Sophie nudged his side, "Alright, how are we going to do this? Count from one to three? Show charge? Maybe a couple hand signals and then go?" She moved towards the door once more, keeping her eyes peeled for the creeper out in the dark.

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Derek was nearly knocked to the groundby a woman running chaotically down the hall. It all happened so fastthat he was surprised he was able to catch her and himself before itwas to late.”What's the hurry?” a hint of concern in his tone.

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“It was a joke.” Sophie let out ahuff, “I swear you must be six. Such a child. Do you want me to bethe bait? It doesn't matter to me, you just need to make up your mindnow.”

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Derek dared not move as the strange girl pressed her hand over his mouth. It didn't take long for him to recognize her from yesterday; but his attention was quickly pulled away from her and towards the door. A deep moan muffled from the other side of the door and in that moment Derek's heart stopped beating. Everything was completely still and not a sound came from the other side of the door. The clock ticked by what seemed like forever before he could hear shuffling. Watching the crack of the door, he knew the thing that scared the girl was leaving.

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Sophie rolled her eyes, but got ready for his call. She couldn't believe this guy was so petty; holding onto something irrelivent when they had a real problem outside.

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Derek took a step back, suckinging in a mouthful of air and slowly letting it out, he looked at Ellen. Softly whispering, "What is going on?" He didn't dare move, he watched many a movie in his day and knew any loud noises could draw that thing back to them.

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Sophie looked at him from the corner of her eye and back out the door. Letting out a slow breath, she darted out the door. Charging into the greyness of early morning. The sun not yet risen, but still lighter then it had been. She had no idea where the guy went but she wasn't going to stop and let it sneak up behind her.

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The expresson of pure confusion written all over Derek's face. Shaking his head fearcly he studdied the door intensly. "That doesn't make any sense. Why would he just bluntly attack you?" The questions directed more towards himself then her. Something told him there was more going on then what she was aware of.

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Sophie waved her hands around above her head singing one of the Hawaiian songs she learned the night before. Skipp running in the opposite direction the zombie had been headed while they were watching it. She wondered if it even noticed her when she first took off out the door. A horrid thought came to mind as she invisioned the zombie spotting the guy instead of her. I don't even have a weapon, fuck his genus idea. Now if he needs help I wont be any help. She argued in her head.