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A Little Info ⸻⸻⸻ Theme: Apocalypse Characters Relationship: N/A Complete Strangers, just in the same School Current Setting: School Early Fall Beginning of School The two characters will be just chilling in class, waiting for their teacher to speak to the class, all up until they hear a bloodcurling scream, followed after a guttoral yell. As the students walk up to the window, their worst nightmare comes to life. ⸻⸻⸻⸻ Lit RP |
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Katherine Kane " Go ahead, understimate me. You won't be the first... you won't be the last... But you will be wrong. " ⸻⸻⸻ Name: Katherine Kane Nicknames: Kat, Kit Age: 17 Years 10 Months Gender: Female || Feminine Appearance: Standing a clear 5'5 tall, and weighing approximately 133lbs { pounds } this certain woman is quite the sight. In the past, some have called this woman "an angel sent from heaven" or "miracle from above." Her looks? Yes, they say that. Her personality? Well, she is so good at faking her personality, no one truly knows how rotten she could be. Kat has skin like no one else~ beautifully pale, with no horrid birth marks, freckles, acne, none of the sort. Yes, some of it may be permanent make-up that has miraculously stayed on for oh' so many years, but it is her pure, natural skin-tone. Its flaw-less in her eyes, and she does everything to keep it to its fullest potential, and oh, does she bathe in her beauty. What else couldn't go better with Kat's pale skin-tone than near-white blonde hair? Granted- she has had her hair dyed multiple times with grey streaks, darker grey streaks, white streaks, and sometimes, a few black streaks here and there. However, all of these dyed-hair appointments have been months, if not years apart, giving her blonde hair a more white-ish look. Not a granny-white haired look, but a.. oh, whats the word, gives her more of a model look~ if that makes sense anyways. Her natural hair has a wave-like motion to it, near the tips are where the curls naturally begin to curl. Because of this, Kat likes to keep her hair down, for everyone to see its true beauty. However, it isn't rare to see Kat pulling her hair into a simple pony-tail, or pushing it back behind her shoulders and out of her face. A girl has to see where she walks, doesn't she? Below her beautiful head of hair, Kat has blue eyes of the Pacific Ocean. Dark blue eyes stand out from her pale skin, attracting the admiration and interest of many others that walk by and glance at this woman's face. Her eyes are so, attracting, its almost too difficult to look away. Some have fallen so deep into her eyes, they stare at her for hours without even realizing. Its almost like a hypnotic trance. Jewelry is a part of Kat's life. Without it.. she is nothing. Most likely because of the necklace that always seems to remain around her neck. Given to her by god knows who~ yet she refuses to take it off, and would die before doing such a task. A simple silver chain necklace, not one of those bulky ones, a rather soft, and thin chain. Its important to her, more important than the rest of her jewelry. Even her rings, and earrings. That chain necklace is most likely the most valuable thing to her. And she would die if it were to be lost. Personality: Arrogant || Deceitful || Manipulative || Self - Obsessed || Keen || Silvertongue || Spitfire || Vigilant || Careful || Attitude Management Needed || Will come to her Senses if Needed Theme Songs: Gasoline - Halsey
Who's Laughing Now? - Ava Max Strengths: Beauty
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Zavior Elle Kilicto " Life goes on... Whether you choose to move on and take a chance in the unknown. Or stay behind, lost in the past, thinking of what you could've been. " ⸻⸻⸻ Nickname(s): Zav Zach A not so liked nickname Ella.
Age: 20 Gender: Male / Masculine
Pronoun's: He/Him/His Physical Appearance: 
^Picrew.com^ Zavior stands at around 5’11ft and weighs in at around 132Ibs. He is built like an athlete; Long, muscular legs and a fairly lean, torso. He is lacking in any unnecessary fat. His shoulders are relatively narrow. Him hair is a raven black, ever so slightly tinted dark gray. Him mop of hair is short, just reaching the end of his neck. It's naturally straight, however over the years it has become dense. His hair tends to fall to the left side of his head, almost falling into his left eye. Besides that, the rest of his hair is short, and straight, all while in a small frenzy. While all his back hair is dark while In the day, when the sun finally arises, it does tend to shine quite perfectly. He has a little to no facial hair. He has a warm carmel complexion, lightly sun-kissed, and warm to the touch, however, is not without flaw, given that He has a small scar just below his chin from falling off a brick wall and cutting his neck as a young child, and Him knees seem to be pretty battered up with scars and bruises from countless trip-ups from both when He was young and more recently false parkour. Him eyes are relatively downturned-narrow, and a bright, walnut brown color, that has a few orange-ish flecks that are surrounded by slightly darker rings, only making them look rich in the sunlight . Him facial features are relatively soft, but not completely undefined, with slightly high cheekbones and lightly blushed cheeks. Commonly, He wears anything casual: sweatshirts, exercise clothing, t-shirts, jeans, etc. Generally, if it's a bit hotter though, He tends to feel more comfortable in denim shorts and a t-shirt, if there is a breeze, He would be covered up with some sort of hoodie, however is not confined to any ‘one’ style. He has his ears pierced, once on his right ear, and two others on his left. At first having them done was mostly because of a bet with his friends, but he has grown to like the circular earrings. Him voice is relatively airy-sassy, and a bit stern. He has a Hispanic accent, but he can muster a slight country accent if needed. Personality: Quiet | Blunt | Friendly | Sarcastic | Strong-hearted | Intelligent | Reserved | Independent | Sassy Zavior has a quiet, reserved sort of personality. He’s reserved in the way he doesn’t let anyone know what is going on in his mind, but he often struggles at not letting others thoughts get to him. He has always been the ‘quiet kid’ at schools, and party’s with a bunch of strangers. Never-less he loves people, and enjoys social interaction. Most can’t see this though, as he only ever acts like his true self around his friends.. At first glance this teen seems to be a timid, unconfident teenager, who can’t stick up for anything including himself, but when you start to befriend this young male you see that he is a sarcastic, friendly, and caring side. Once your really good, to decently good friends with Zavior, you’ll see that he is everything above and more; Blunt, independent, sassy, and strong-hearted. Once Zavior gets to know, trust you, he will tell you straight up if something you did/going to do is stupid. But don’t get him wrong, he is also one to do dumb stuff like jumping from roof to roof on buildings, and other junk. He is quite independent, and will say something like, “no, I won’t do that.” He will quickly show that he won’t listen to everything you tell him, and will stand up for himself. Zavior is one to not hold on to responsibility of others, he is mature enough to hold to his own, and take responsibility for his mistakes, but for no one else’s. He has more of the maturity of a emo 17 year old, then a 20y older brother. Zavior can be quite sarcastic, and a bit sassy. So much so, some say he is so sarcastic he’s rude, or he is to much of a jokester to be a adult. Well that and he can make rude remarks at times, but never-less this doesn’t change him, and his personality. Fear(s): Being alone by himself in a large area. He fears that he will beat himself down to much. He greatly fears big cats such as tigers and lions. Weakness(s): -Doubts his physical appearance, personality, thoughts. -Multi-tasking -Overthinking Strength(s): +Is honest to one’s he trusts. +He is loyal to himself and his friends. +Fast learner |
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Katherine Kane "Lovely. Another, exhausting school year. I'm soo excited." Walking through the crowded halls, head glued to her phone, a young woman was on her way to class, whether she wanted to or not, she went. As she walked through the child-polluted hallways, she winced as she looked at the younger grades. Disappointed in them, either for their poorly-kept up faces, or their awkward, hunch-back stances. So puny.. and small- and.. not, super appealing to the eye. Hygiene doesn't seem to be a thing this year, huh? Unlike this certain Senior, not all Seniors such as the young woman herself were quite as rude, and thought ill of the younger kids, but then again, everyone is different... are they not? After weaving in and out of the traffic of children, and fellow highschoolers, for what seemed like hours, the woman finally found her home room number, 173. "About time," she muttered to herself, reaching for the door handle, twisting the silver-metal knob, and opening her door into her own, specified hell. Math. The teacher had yet to come in.. no worries, but. That meant she could sit wherever- and not her annoying assigned seat. With a slight grin, she began to walk towards the desks, but her shoulder was urked back, a hand roughly pulling her shoulder. "Hey!-" Another young woman was there, and began to giggle, it was.. one of her annoying followers, she'd call "friends" or "pawns." Well... they hadn't been friends since the middle school years- however she still stuck around. "Oh.. its you. Again." "Guess we got the same homeroom again this year, huh?!" ".. Angie- we don't change homerooms each year anymore.. you know tha-" "I know that silly!" Groaning quietly, only for herself to hear, she opened her mouth to speak, however, Angie, thought it'd be a grand idea to interrupt her. "Y'know, I'm quite excited for this year! Last year of school, best buddies together, we can do so many cool thi-!" "No." Interrupting Angie, the woman began to spoke, however she was not tolerating this girl's annoying shit this time. "Lets get one thing straight. I am not, and won't be your 'best buddy.' Mk? And will not be doing anything together this year, as I do not like you as a person nor a friend. Get it through that- skull of yours, and leave me be." Of course, and just like every time before that, Angie was dead-silent, and her eyes became cloudy with tears, and stood there speechless. It didnt take long until she silently stalked away. And just like every time before, she'd eventually come back around and forget that she is not at all wanted. Katherine Kane. The popular girl~ with no real, nor fake friends. As everyone who think they are friends with this woman believe they are real, and loved by this woman. Poor things don't even realize they are purely hated and are just a pawn in her game in order to gain popularity, and attention. Katherine found a decent seat shortly after her small conversation with little Angie right against the window, where the sun would shine through. She'd always love sitting beside a window, so she could view the outside world and not bother listening to Mr. Doe's stupid mathematical lectures. Math was overrated, and quite stupid if she could say so herself. Pulling out her cellular device, Kat held her phone in her hands, and began scrolling through her social medias, replying to her 'friends' and other admirers. Or, she'd scroll through other people's social medias to see what was up with the world, and who she could secretly hate. It was all going swell~ Until it wasn't. As the teen clicked on one of her apps, a scream rang out. Not the kind, "spider!" or "fight!" but a pure, raw, horrifying, scream. As if someone just witnessed murder and became the victim yourself. And in this case, they did. Its the human way to naturally flock to the closest window, or door to find out whom was screaming literal bloody murder, but because the classroom was so close to an exit- { door to outside } people swarmed out from the classroom, stampeding down the hall. Thinking it was a better outside to go outside and view the scene up and personal, record it, and get some views on YouTube or something. Leaving Kat, all by her lonesome self. "What is it now." Setting her phone aside, Katherine stood up from her chair, walking over towards the glass window, peering through. Yet she saw.... nothing. Absolutely nothing. No people, no police- no death, dog, spider... nothing. Who was screaming like a mad woman? Was someone staring at the sun for too long until it hurt? Then, as if god answered a prayer, her answer was delivered right to her on a silver platter. Well.. not on a silver platter~ more like the, brick and mortar side of a school. Without realizing before it was too late, two people were running towards her window, opposite of where she was looking. They weren't running over to say hi. As they ran closer, Kat caught view of them, and the woman seemed distressed, giving Kat a horrified, pleading of "help" for a look. The woman didn't understand the distressed.. teacher, and had a puzzled look, all up until the teacher reached the window, her head bashed into the glass. Kat jerked backwards, nearly tripping over herself, and stared, helplessly at the teacher whom's head was just barreled into glass. Blood trickled down the woman's noise, forehead.. basically her entire head, as bloodied glass shards stook out, impaling her face. But the pain wasn't over it. The man whom was racing behind her, came up from behind the woman, and grabbed her head, pulling it back. "What the fuck-" And just like any gentleman, he began to feast upon the woman's neck, tearing flesh and skin out from the womans neck, blood dripping down his lips and chin, just as blood poured out from the teachers wound. Kat stood there, horrified..Behind the.. creature, was more people- but they weren't recording. They were either dying, or running or their damn lives. |
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Tawny eyes peered down the hall, kids of all sorts of ages trailing them. Some in groups, that could only be presumed as their friends. While others alone, like himself. Silence did not seem to be a thing, were all schools like this? He sure knew not to be supprised by this schools lack of sacredness, no peace or quiet to be found anywhere. He grew up in this state, and went to this school for about 7 years or so. If he said he knew this place by the back of his hand, he wouldn’t be lying. He knew the full layout, where everything was located which hallways led to which classrooms. As a group of what seemed to be 2nd graders, made their way pass him at a slow pace. Most definitely in no rush to get to their classrooms. Unlike most of the younger kids, and teenagers he didn’t have a friend group or any friends for that matter. He disliked the company of other beings, the only exception was for his younger brother or animals.
As he continued down the hallways, weavin and out of the human traffic that filled the halls with annoying clatter and noise. Kids and teens alike himself were trying to find there assigned classrooms. He kept his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, he was one who got cold easily. With the current temperature the outside world owned, inside the school was undoubtedly colder. Neverless he likes to just were hoodies or long sleeved attire when going anywhere.
He soon found himself in front of a door that read 173, "Math." He thought, he let out a annoyed sigh. He soon made his way in and to his seat, of course he was followed in by a few teens.
He noticed the teacher wasn’t yet in the classroom. He could of course use this to his advantage, grab whichever seat he desired. But he decided to just sit in his assigned seat. Which, of course, was smack in the middle of the third row of the classroom. He could care less, in this seat he would be less suspected of cheating. Then he would be if he was in the back of the class, he could also keep more of a low profile. Hopefully not being picked to answer a question. Sure there was a few cons, but overall? Most were pros or could be turned into pros.
Now for the teens who were snickering, whith small glances at him? He had no doubt had been talking bad about him behind his back. Literally. The two of them were seated directly behind him. If your wondering, no, he didn’t have a good history with the teens. In fact he had the opposite.
Zavior Killicto known for standing up to idiots who tried to push him around, and for being the quiet kid with good grades. Friends? Well he only made friends with the teens who are about to transfer schools. So not really, he never really has any friends unless they aren’t going to be friends soon enough.
A blood curling scream filled his ears, almost as if someone scream Bloody Mary yet louder and in a petrifying scream right next to your ear. His head shot up, only to peer at the teachers horrified expression. Yes, the teacher, who he had not seen enter, now stood in front of the dark chalkboard that was mounted on the wall.
"What the fuck is going on..?"
His eyes soon traveled to where he saw students fleeing the classroom to the nearest exit. His tawny iris(s) soon found their way peering out the window. He quickly noticed the popular teen making her way to the windows, just starring outside. Confusion clouded his mind, he mind mostly blank from the recent shock.
After meer seconds he thought it was some stupid prank, making his way to standing position. That was until he saw a heart stopping scene, making him freeze in his step. His breath hitched, as his eyes were fixated on the window, no. What lied beyond the window. A teacher ran at alarming speeds, straight to the window the feminine stood before. The expression across the teachers pale face was one of distress.
As the teacher came closer and closer to the window, he quickly noticed how she wasn’t slowing down nor stopping. He quickly took in a breath of air he did not know he needed, he had not noticed he was not breathing until when he actually took a deep breath.
He wanted to run, escape, fleed the scene. But he couldn’t, he could not get his brain to work, and wrap around the scene before hand. It was no secret the next few minutes would be pretty shitty.
That’s when the teachers head bashed into the window, the distress look never leaving their now pale face. He watched as the only other teen in the classroom jerked back almost falling. In any other circumstance he would’ve made a joke, but he was not in the situation to.
He felt helpless, even though he could do so much more then he was currently doing. He couldn’t bare the cherry colored liquid pouring out of the teachers now impelled face of glass. The teachers skin white as of she just saw a ghost, which maybe they did? Shit.
He was starring at the teacher not noticing the maniac who ran up behind her, and started feasting on her neck. Like a crocodile chewing off someone’s leg. The lunatic was pale, he looked human, but why was he doing this?
With this he was shot back into reality, grabbing the teens arm and pulling at it.
"Come on!"
Zavior was quite close to dragging the young feminines body out of the classroom until she ran, he also considered a better alternative; leaving her and saving himself.
As his eyes once again gazed upon the dying teacher, and the so called feasting teacher. He watched as the teacher pulled his head back, a chunk of meat coming with. Blood surrounded and dripped from his mouth, and the teachers neck.
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Katherine Kane Tendons torn. Flesh ripped. Blood trickling off of the woman's mangled neck. It was far too enough. Holding a hand to her mouth, the woman took a small step back, whimpering quietly to herself. Every instinct inside her head told her to run, to run far, to never stop running until she could hear nor smell the death of screms of the unfortunate souls that fell to these wretched beasts. Tears slowly fell down her pale-skinned cheeks, her eyes wide, quivering in fear. Humans are natural predators of the food chain, apex-predators even, however.. in this moment. In this moment of death, and pain, Katherine was no predator. As she felt of the same feer as a deer in the line of sight of a wolf's jaws. And it purely horrified her. As if everything was in slow motion, Kat could hear her heart beat, she could hear the blood pumping through her veins. She could feel every slight movement and warmth of the splattered blood on her chest and lower-face. It was all too much for her to endure in such a series of moments. Becoming lost into her thoughts, Kat stood there, paralyzed, all up until her arm was being yanked. "Come on!" A voice called out, pulling on her arm. Her thoughts disappeared, and her mind snapped back into reality, and she pivoted her body towards whom called out to her, the one who grabbed her arm. It was one of the students in her class- what was his name?.. Zan? Zen? Something with a "Z"- who knew.. she didn't pay much attention to him, nor did she care to try, yet he was helping her. But, this was not the time to think as to why the quiet kid at school is saving your ass. You just go with it. "Holy shit." Nope. She did not need to know what he was looking at. She followed his direction, barreling out the door. At some point, her arm fell loose of the man's hand, but she didn't care. Long strides were made, her long legs carrying her down the hall, her hair whipping behind her like some model in an convertible. Her flat-soled sneakers gripped the tiled floor like they never have before, making sure not to let her make that one fall that could end it all. Was the guy still behind her? Katherine didn't know, but didn't look.. Ok, maybe she glanced, and saw him, but there was simply too much going on. And of course, thats when the school bells started going off like crazy, along with the fire alarm. Lovely. As if people eating people, and saying "cannablism" is ok weren't bad enough, now they had to create sounds that refused to let you hear your own breathing. It was painful, and caused the young woman to wince a few good times, and she nearly whipped her hands up to cover her ears, but she didn't want to risk loosing balance.
Turns around hallways were difficult, as Katherine was at full speed, barreling down the halls. Some corners, her feet would slide, and she can in place for a moment before the traction caught up with her and she propelled forward, other times, she'd crash into the wall, bruising her arm. Not too bad. Needles were worse. This was so bad. Oh- so very bad. Her heart was racing, her blood was pumping through her veins, her breathing was heavy and scarce. Everything petrified her in this moment. Everything. The other kids, the alarms, the utter screams for help, the guttoral screams voting for blood and murder. It was all too much- maybe... maybe Kat should give up- what use would she be.. and in thinking so, her speed began to decelerate- NO.
Can't think like that. Can't. Can't. Bad, bad, bad. Making yet another turn down god knows what hall, Kat nearly became a horizontal athlete who specialized in horizontal running. Her feet were going much to fast, and she didn't have time to stop so she... improvised- Her legs did indeed accidentally fling upwards, catching the side of the wall, causing Kat to propell herself a few feet while on the wall before falling back off of the wall onto the ground, shaking side to side as she did so. It was on accident, and it gave the poor woman a near damn heart attack But.. nothing can get better! Not here, no sir!
So. To make her day even better one of those poor, sickly looking cannibal things popped out of a room, covered in blood and gashes. He was just standing there, and then glanced to Kat. Whom was running directly at him. |
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Zavior Elle Kilicto Zavior stood in fright for a meer moment, his eyes glued on to the teachers bloodshot expression. Pleading silently for un useful help. That was until he felt his grip slip on the feminines arm. The sound of pounding on the ground snapped him back into reality, as he watched her barrel out of the small classroom, making a sprint for the halls. Zavior soon found himself barreling after her, the hallways which were once filled with chatter and kids now empty. Was this a fucking horror movie? He had watched plenty and this sure seem like something a horror movie would pull off. Now was he supposed to act like humans biting literal chunks of other people normal?! How was he supposed to do that. He followed the young feminine as fast as he possibly could, barreling past countless classrooms, offices, lockers and much more. Trying his best to keep balance, he. could. not. fall or stumble. No, not now. He was sure that a slight tumble and that would be his definite end, so he kept moving. Being light on his feet was in his favor, those every day hour long PE session helped. Finnaly a day those 200+ hours of PE a year paid off. He couldn’t help but take a single daring glance back to where they previously came from. It was no different then what he had seen before. So called “people” biting chunks out of other people, how could there even be this much cannibalism coming from human kind? Let alone any sort of species. What’s next? Do all dogs have rabies and killing off there own kind? Including the human race & the animal race? Cats killing people regularly? Keep focused, just focus on the problem at hand. Everything would surly be okay. This is probably some stupid ass dream, he wouldn’t be overally shocked if it was. He has had terrible dreams before, but none ever alike this one. If this even was a dream it sure is the most inner reality one he’s had in his 20 years. He wished he had left his earplugs in ears, hiding them within the hood of his hoodie? Maybe then he wouldn’t have to bear hearing the guttoral screams of those being bitten, digest by those who are silent. The ear-splitting shreaks of those witnessing the attacks. Yet no amount of sound could drown out the most definite silent cries of help that lengured in the air. He skidded around a corner, his feet close to flying out of underneath him. Neverless he regained his composure quickly, almost to quickly where he stumbled. He never stopped moving though, bolting down whichever hall came in view. He questioned if he should have of just end it all back there. Let be eaten alive, he might as well? He would probably just wake up from this hell of a dream. No matter how much he tried to convince himself it was all a dream he knew it wasn’t. He knew this was his reality speaking to him, pulling him into this shitty world once again. What did he do to deserve to be pulled into this world? He was just a nobody, his life was normal less then 10 minutes ago. Now, now he was running for his life. Following a girl he wanted nothing to do with. The image of the bloodshot stare from the glass impaled teacher just stuck in the front of his mind. The blood trickling down her light face, neck, shoulder… it was all to real, all to pressing for him. He almost went to a instant stop, almost. As he found himself glued to the scene before hand. The female he was barreling down the hallways with is sprinting straight towards one of the teachers. The man’s gaze focused on her, his face looked unusual. Something off about him, then he realized what; the man had a chunk of flesh bit out of neck and lower left arm. Somehow he was still standing with blood trickling down his neck, arm, chest, back, hand, he was basically covered in the red substance. Dripping down him into a ruby red puddle all over the tile floor. How was this man possibly standing? Let alone not perished. He seemed to be losing so much blood, how was he humanly alive? |
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Katherine Kane Oh shit, oh shit, oh shi-!! Unfortunately, Katherine knew the outcome of this scenario right here, and right now. Running like a madwoman, takes a sharp corner, only to see a deranged, possible crazed-cannibal in her direct path, whom didn't seem phazed enough to move out of the way. Speaking of that crazed cannibal- Kat could analyze his appearance a little more.. he almost looked as if he was among the dea- "OOF!" Clashing into the man, Katherine stripped, rolling on her side for a good few feet. Her heart raced, her eyes squeezed shut in utter fear. She fell, and right into one of those- those- wackjobs! Being weak to endure pain, Katherine lied there, groaning painfully, tears trickling down her cheek. However, with a determination to survive, she wouldn't lie their and sob in her pain. Giving herself enough motivation, she slowly began to push herself up, tucking her arms underneath her, supporting herself, wincing. "Fucking assho-" Stopping in the middle of her sentence, Katherine had looked up, frozen in fear. In horror, the woman looked up, only to see the crazed, ill-looking man stand there, staring right down at her. The flesh had been torn around his throat.. dark blood slowly flowed out from the wounds, and Kat could swear she saw the curvature of a bone. The vessels, the tendons, muscles, flesh, bone, marrow... she saw it all in that moment, and it was forever stained within her mind. She refused to look at what other wounds or bones she may have seen on other parts of his body, so- painfully, and scared, the woman stared the man in his eyes. His clouded, bloodshot eyes. As the man breathed, Katherine could hear the gurgle of blood. It sent shivers up and down her spine, she opened her mouth to utter only a few words, however stopped herself. Only to have the man lunge at her. Screaming in fear, Kat propelled herself backwards, lifting up her legs as a defensive mechanism, doubting herself she'd be able to keep the strength to fend off this piece of shit of a man. And then, the ill man made contact his the bottom of Kat's shoe. Her heart sank. No, no, no, no. Is this really how its going to end? Being mauled to death by some- physcward physco!? I did some shit, yeah- but none to deserve such death, let alone such a brutal one at that! Please, please let this be a dream. Let me wake up for it to be a dream, or a coma... anything but this reality! Her thoughts were scarce, unorganized, desperate. Desperate for something to save her from the fate of such a death, desperate to wrap her arms around her mother and cry in her arms, desperate to end this nightmare. As she tried pushing the man back, he reached out for her shirt, instead grabbing her arm. "Get the fuck off me!" She looked left and right as she struggled, and glanced over towards the corner she rounded, to see the kid who grabbed her out of the classroom back there.. oh god, she wasn't the type to scream "help me" in any situation, she wasn't teh damsel in distress. Whether she had little pawns tucked away in her little pockets. Her muscles tensing, her body aching as the man pushed towards her, she loked over, and looked at the boy right in the eyes. "Help me!" |
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Zavior Killicto He just stood their watching in pure terror, wanting to yell stop, but it all happened to fast. As the feminine collided with the cannibal. "OOF!" As she slid across the tile floor, all he could do was watch. Watch as the maniac stood their watching her intensely, the cannibals bloodshot eyes locked onto the teen. Seeing tears drip down the females face was a bit of a shock to him. Who’d ever guess anyone would see her cry? Joking around wasn’t the best thing to do in these situations, but it’s just how he was able to cope with the terrifying situation. As he saw her making her way up he heard a drowned out, "Fucking assho-" She not being able to finish her sentence before the crazed cannibal lunged towards her, she trying to fend him off. Which he couldn’t say she was doing exeptionally great at defending herself. Who gave the teacher’s permission to bite, and rip out human beings flesh. Hell who gave them permission to do it to kids? Teens? Students!! If he got out of there it was in no doubt he was going to sue the school or maybe just abandon it all together? Who knows, but he was never taking classes here again. He just had to make sure he got out of the school, and called 911 sooner then later. He was not going to get flesh/meat/bones ripped out of him. Never. He wanted to just leave, but he couldn’t just leave someone to die. That would haunt him until death, yes he was going to get them out alive. At any cost. Then he’d be able to go back home, see his mother, father, brother.. shit, what if his brother was cannibalissed? His brother went to the same school as himself… No, no he couldn’t think that, his brother was fine. He’s smart enough to escape… right? Once his tawny eyes locked onto her azure’s, her gaze full of fear, not helping his growing fear. He knew his adrenaline was through the roof at this point, but who’s wasnt? Oh yeah, the fucking canibals! "Help me!" He knew he wasn’t strong enough to pull the canibal off the teen, so he grabbed the handle of something, flipping it over. It was a broom, of course he wasn’t supprised, but quite annoyed. It couldn’t be anything else? It had to be a broom of things. Neverless he didn’t think long about it, he had a weapon, a terrible one, but a weapon. That is all that mattered at the moment, and well helping the teen he had previously saved. He lifted the broom, holding from not the top, but the bottom of it. Hopefully going to do the most damage to the cannibal. He started slamming the broom into the man’s back repeatedly, not caring to make sure the guy was alive or not. His eyes shut tightly, he was never one for gore, and at the rate he was going there would be a hole in the crazed’s back sooner then later. He felt a liquid hit his face with every hit, he knew it was all blood. Neverless his hate for gore he opened his recently tightly shut eyes, his pupils dilating quickly. He saw he had made a massive hole in the back of the man’s shirt, all the way through his skin. He could he bones, guts, and a lot of blood. On himself, on the tiled floor, the female and on the crazed cannibal. The metal broom hit once more onto the caninibals body before splitting just past the center of the long stick. "Shit." He let out through, gasping breaths. He then made a decision he hoped he wouldn’t regret later. He grabbed the cannibals leg, hoping it was now weakened, if not dead. He didn’t care to check if the thing was dead, nor was his mind well enough to think of what the man was doing. He pulled him off of the female as fast as he could, the crazed cannibal trying to reach around and grab Zavior. He having the cannibal in a position where it would be difficult to spin around and grab him. After meer seconds of dragging him off of the female, he grabbed her arm trying to drag her to a standing position, to follow. His feat almost slipping out underneath him from the scarlet blood covered floor. He was in no doubt that if the man was still alive he was going to lunge at them any second, and if he did.
Well Zavior would have no choice but to leave the female behind and save himself. |
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