03-30-2009, 10:19 PM
“Groovy.”
Sophia couldn’t help but smile at Piper’s comment, though it was a terribly odd thing to say in such a situation. Kaden, on the other hand, allowed a slight chuckle at the statement, leaving Sophia completely in the dark on the situation, and left with a stifling curiosity as to what the pair was laughing about.
“Am I missing something?” she inquired, almost impatiently.
“What, have you never seen Evil Dead?” the courier scratched his head and occasionally glanced around to see if any zombies were approaching.
“Evil Dead? That sounds…” Sophia hesitated, struggling to put a finger on the right word to use, “…bleak.”
“It’s only the greatest movie ever made,” Piper commented.
“…besides all the movies that are better,” Kaden added.
“Oh…” Sophia’s voice faded, only thinking to shrug. The priestess never really had the time to see a whole lot of movies, aside from the handful of movies that the temple got as a “thank you” gift for the various services that it provided. Sophia started to look around, taking the first free moment to take in the sights of the abandoned mall. Several stores were still stocked full of items, as if people had been shopping as late as the day before. There were so many things she hadn’t seen; so many circumstances that she had yet to experience. She had never felt so sheltered as that moment.
Piper’s words broke her thoughts. “You should take the time to arm yourselves now, if you want.”
“I’m good,” a blue glow flickered across Kaden’s eyes as he spoke. Sophia couldn’t argue with that—the raw amount of potency that the courier seemed to possess from her experiences with him almost scared the priestess, though she never would have admitted so to his face. Sophia, on the other hand, had never so much as touched a handgun, let alone some of the higher-powered rifles and shotguns that lined the walls of the store. She stepped through the threshold of the store regardless, looking for some sort of one-up one the creatures of the undead.
As soon as she did, a loud buzz resounded throughout the hall, and a large gate crashing down upon her forced Sophia to take a quick step forward to avoid a rather painful death. The priestess gasped, her face screaming sudden recognition as she proceeded to tug on the gates. An energy field burned her hand slightly, causing her to quickly withdraw. Low groans started to grow louder; the nearing presence of more zombies looming menacingly over the group.
“Tch. Same gate as the ones before,” Kaden shook his head. “We’ll have to find another way to get you out.
“Just worry about yourselves,” the priestess told them, glancing behind her shoulder at the sound of some threats coming from within the store. She continued as she saw Piper open her mouth to respond. “I’m not telling you to leave me behind. Take care of the zombies on your end, and we’ll meet up…somewhere.”
“Heh, great plan,” the courier laughed. “Sounds like you’ve been hanging around me too long.”
“Go!” Sophia almost barked. “Don’t die, or I swear I won’t go easy on your zombie behind.”
The group split up, situations only separated by the gate as they took on the same undead foe. The sounds of battle clashed behind her, telling the priestess that the zombies outside made it there a bit earlier than her zombies, so she had time. She glanced along the walls in an aura of slight panic, looking at all of the weapons and trying to decide which one fit her the most. The bigger ones made her a bit uncomfortable, so they were immediately eliminated in her mind. She fumbled around the shelves at the counter, searching for at least something to use as the sluggish footsteps grew closer. Finally, at the very last drawer she could have stumbled upon, she found a pistol. After she picked it up and grasped it awkwardly, she looked up to see her zombie foes.
Or, in this case, foe. A lone zombie stood to greet her, its shoulder twitching as it moved.
Just one? Sophia’s thoughts couldn’t help but feel disappointed. They must not think much of me.
She hurriedly raised the pistol, and, somewhat miraculously, she fired. The bullet spiraled out of the barrel of the weapon and penetrated the zombie’s skull through the eye socket. The blood poured out of the wound was somewhat misleading as to how much damage it actually did, and Sophia thought she had won as the zombie stood there, limp and with its head titled back from the force of the shot. However, its groan persisted and it lifted its head, staring at her dead in the face with its single remaining eye.
“B-but…” she spoke aloud, looking at the pistol in her hand. “What’s the point of this thing? I could probably throw the bullet harder than this can shoot.”
The zombie groaned again. She didn’t know why she expected it to respond.
Suddenly, the undead creature sprung into action, its speed catching the priestess off-guard. It pounced over two aisles and wound its fist back, throwing it forward with as much force as it could muster. Sophia raised a surprised hand up to block, and attempted to grasp its fist in order to throw it behind her, like Davin had taught her in what seemed like a long time ago. The force, like everything else, shocked her and it hit the priestess in the forehead with the back of her own hand. She stumbled backwards and struggled to find her footing again, but managed to dodge another fast-paced punch and counter with a knee to the rotten flesh of its gut.
A gurgling sound emitted from its mouth as it took a hard step forward to avoid falling, swinging around for a high kick to her head. Sophia lifted a forearm to block and actually succeeded in grabbing a limb this time. Like she had done to her sparring partner during her initial training, she kicked hard at the back of her opponent’s leg, causing it to flip backwards. The zombie, with an amazing amount of skill for something that looked as though it was about to fall apart at any moment, supported his weight by planting an open palm on the ground, kicking at the priestess’ jaw as it spun backwards until it was standing upright again. As soon as it was standing, it lowered its shoulder and charged into its dazed opponent, picking up and carrying her as it threatened to crush her against the wall.
Sophia, thinking as quickly as she possibly could while flying through the air while slung over a zombie’s shoulder, leaned over and placed both hands on the zombie’s rotting back, charging up ki in both appendages. She kicked her legs out, breaking out of the undead man’s hold, and powered a beam of energy through the zombie’s chest as she flipped over its shoulder. The point was to land on her feet, but the raw fighter landed on top of the counter, knocking off the cash register and crashing through the polished wooden surface. She groaned as she looked through the splinters to see the zombie unable to halt its momentum as it crashed into the mirror hanging on the wall, revealing a secret passage lying behind it as it fell to the floor, dead…again.
The priestess slowly stood up, brushing herself off and picking off any small pieces of wood that had pricked her on her less-than-stellar landing. She didn’t exactly get points of smooth, but she completed her goal as she stepped through the broken glass and into the hidden passage.
A passage which hopefully lead to a way out.
Sophia couldn’t help but smile at Piper’s comment, though it was a terribly odd thing to say in such a situation. Kaden, on the other hand, allowed a slight chuckle at the statement, leaving Sophia completely in the dark on the situation, and left with a stifling curiosity as to what the pair was laughing about.
“Am I missing something?” she inquired, almost impatiently.
“What, have you never seen Evil Dead?” the courier scratched his head and occasionally glanced around to see if any zombies were approaching.
“Evil Dead? That sounds…” Sophia hesitated, struggling to put a finger on the right word to use, “…bleak.”
“It’s only the greatest movie ever made,” Piper commented.
“…besides all the movies that are better,” Kaden added.
“Oh…” Sophia’s voice faded, only thinking to shrug. The priestess never really had the time to see a whole lot of movies, aside from the handful of movies that the temple got as a “thank you” gift for the various services that it provided. Sophia started to look around, taking the first free moment to take in the sights of the abandoned mall. Several stores were still stocked full of items, as if people had been shopping as late as the day before. There were so many things she hadn’t seen; so many circumstances that she had yet to experience. She had never felt so sheltered as that moment.
Piper’s words broke her thoughts. “You should take the time to arm yourselves now, if you want.”
“I’m good,” a blue glow flickered across Kaden’s eyes as he spoke. Sophia couldn’t argue with that—the raw amount of potency that the courier seemed to possess from her experiences with him almost scared the priestess, though she never would have admitted so to his face. Sophia, on the other hand, had never so much as touched a handgun, let alone some of the higher-powered rifles and shotguns that lined the walls of the store. She stepped through the threshold of the store regardless, looking for some sort of one-up one the creatures of the undead.
As soon as she did, a loud buzz resounded throughout the hall, and a large gate crashing down upon her forced Sophia to take a quick step forward to avoid a rather painful death. The priestess gasped, her face screaming sudden recognition as she proceeded to tug on the gates. An energy field burned her hand slightly, causing her to quickly withdraw. Low groans started to grow louder; the nearing presence of more zombies looming menacingly over the group.
“Tch. Same gate as the ones before,” Kaden shook his head. “We’ll have to find another way to get you out.
“Just worry about yourselves,” the priestess told them, glancing behind her shoulder at the sound of some threats coming from within the store. She continued as she saw Piper open her mouth to respond. “I’m not telling you to leave me behind. Take care of the zombies on your end, and we’ll meet up…somewhere.”
“Heh, great plan,” the courier laughed. “Sounds like you’ve been hanging around me too long.”
“Go!” Sophia almost barked. “Don’t die, or I swear I won’t go easy on your zombie behind.”
The group split up, situations only separated by the gate as they took on the same undead foe. The sounds of battle clashed behind her, telling the priestess that the zombies outside made it there a bit earlier than her zombies, so she had time. She glanced along the walls in an aura of slight panic, looking at all of the weapons and trying to decide which one fit her the most. The bigger ones made her a bit uncomfortable, so they were immediately eliminated in her mind. She fumbled around the shelves at the counter, searching for at least something to use as the sluggish footsteps grew closer. Finally, at the very last drawer she could have stumbled upon, she found a pistol. After she picked it up and grasped it awkwardly, she looked up to see her zombie foes.
Or, in this case, foe. A lone zombie stood to greet her, its shoulder twitching as it moved.
Just one? Sophia’s thoughts couldn’t help but feel disappointed. They must not think much of me.
She hurriedly raised the pistol, and, somewhat miraculously, she fired. The bullet spiraled out of the barrel of the weapon and penetrated the zombie’s skull through the eye socket. The blood poured out of the wound was somewhat misleading as to how much damage it actually did, and Sophia thought she had won as the zombie stood there, limp and with its head titled back from the force of the shot. However, its groan persisted and it lifted its head, staring at her dead in the face with its single remaining eye.
“B-but…” she spoke aloud, looking at the pistol in her hand. “What’s the point of this thing? I could probably throw the bullet harder than this can shoot.”
The zombie groaned again. She didn’t know why she expected it to respond.
Suddenly, the undead creature sprung into action, its speed catching the priestess off-guard. It pounced over two aisles and wound its fist back, throwing it forward with as much force as it could muster. Sophia raised a surprised hand up to block, and attempted to grasp its fist in order to throw it behind her, like Davin had taught her in what seemed like a long time ago. The force, like everything else, shocked her and it hit the priestess in the forehead with the back of her own hand. She stumbled backwards and struggled to find her footing again, but managed to dodge another fast-paced punch and counter with a knee to the rotten flesh of its gut.
A gurgling sound emitted from its mouth as it took a hard step forward to avoid falling, swinging around for a high kick to her head. Sophia lifted a forearm to block and actually succeeded in grabbing a limb this time. Like she had done to her sparring partner during her initial training, she kicked hard at the back of her opponent’s leg, causing it to flip backwards. The zombie, with an amazing amount of skill for something that looked as though it was about to fall apart at any moment, supported his weight by planting an open palm on the ground, kicking at the priestess’ jaw as it spun backwards until it was standing upright again. As soon as it was standing, it lowered its shoulder and charged into its dazed opponent, picking up and carrying her as it threatened to crush her against the wall.
Sophia, thinking as quickly as she possibly could while flying through the air while slung over a zombie’s shoulder, leaned over and placed both hands on the zombie’s rotting back, charging up ki in both appendages. She kicked her legs out, breaking out of the undead man’s hold, and powered a beam of energy through the zombie’s chest as she flipped over its shoulder. The point was to land on her feet, but the raw fighter landed on top of the counter, knocking off the cash register and crashing through the polished wooden surface. She groaned as she looked through the splinters to see the zombie unable to halt its momentum as it crashed into the mirror hanging on the wall, revealing a secret passage lying behind it as it fell to the floor, dead…again.
The priestess slowly stood up, brushing herself off and picking off any small pieces of wood that had pricked her on her less-than-stellar landing. She didn’t exactly get points of smooth, but she completed her goal as she stepped through the broken glass and into the hidden passage.
A passage which hopefully lead to a way out.