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« on: June 05, 2013, 07:09:51 PM »
'Vanessa.'

A leather glove shook the neon coloured woman as she slumbered.  These days she didn't get a chance to sleep for longer than a few hours, and the man watching over her was very cautious incase she was cranky.  After having spent so long in this city, it was understandable that Vanessa was always a bit cranky.  It had been nearly three months since the previous "volunteers" had been killed by the oil-things, and once again the blue-suited Canadien was the only survivor.  But completing her mission was near-impossible without at least two people.

'Vanessa.  Wake up, Vanessa.  It's day 1645... I think.  Ready for some more fun?'

His job wasn't to help her.  In fact, he didn't give her any kind of assistance at all.  The Narrator would frequently vanish at the worst times, and the moments when she really needed his help -- he would stand there with his hands in his trenchcoat pockets, commentating on the situation she had gotten herself in to.  No matter how far she ran away, there was no shaking him.  He re-appeared like a ghost -- an annoying one at that.

His appearance was a contrast to the Canadien survivor.  Her bright blue bodysuit almost glowed against the black-and-white world around them, while the Narrator's outfit was dull and grizzled.

'You're running low on [flamethrower] fuel.'  He crouched down and tapped the fuel tanks that had been dumped on the floor, then looked at his watch.  'If you're quick, you might be able to get to the re-fill point before the oil-things wake up.'
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« Reply #1 on: June 06, 2013, 12:05:59 PM »

Vanessa woke with a start, the blade she slept with in her hand thrust blindly toward the Narrator, even though it couldn't hurt him. She had been asleep for four hours and after living practically five years that way she would think that she'd be used to it by now, but she still woke up groggy and wishing that just once she could sleep for a full eight hours. The Canadien had given up all hopes of ever returning to a soft and comfortable bed.

She had slept sitting up against the wall in one of the many destroyed buildings that filled her city. Most of the time she slept as high up as she could, fitting herself into air vents or sturdy shelving that hadn't collapsed yet. It was safer to sleep high up where it would be harder to reach but sometimes she couldn't be bothered.

"I don't think it matters what day it is," she all but snarled as she stood up, unsurprised that the dust hadn't clung to her bright and ugly bodysuit, "it's all the same and I'm going to end up in here until I'm old and unable to out-run these bloody creatures."

Vanessa stretched before stooping down to pick up the pack of fuel-tanks that were heavy even being half-empty. She had been making her way to the re-fill point before stopping to catch some rest. She'd had to make her way halfway across the city after her weekly food-rations were dropped. They were always dropped down into the city far away from where she was, emitting off bright lights that not only told her where they were, but the things that crawled and dragged themselves through this city as well.

The sun was just beginning to rise as she left the building she'd hidden inside and it gave Vanessa a bit of hope in what the Narrator said, for the oil-things never seemed to appear until after you could see the golden ball of sun making its way across the sky. "It shouldn't take me too long, I made good time getting this far before stopping... so long as nothing goes wrong." She muttered to herself.

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« Reply #2 on: June 06, 2013, 06:03:16 PM »
Even the sun failed to give the city much colour, a faded orange glow that brought some light to the dulled darkness of the black and white city.  The Narrator smirked when she mentioned so long as nothing goes wrong.  'Now that wasn't a very smart thing to say, was it?  So long as nothing goes wrong?  You know what this place is like, Vanessa.  It's silly to say such a thing.'  He told her, following the woman on her journey northwards.

Re-filling the fuel tanks was usually a simple task.  While a couple of the oil-things could be found in the vicinity, for the most part Vanessa was experienced enough to know when the best time to fill up was.  The Narrator would watch her, warning her to hurry up yet not doing anything productive.  He liked to think that he was keeping her sane, giving the woman some much-needed company.  If he hadn't been there, she'd have ended up talking to herself and eventually lost the plot.  Five years in such a place (alone) was a hard thing to imagine, yet here was Vanessa proving it was possible.

'OK, we're here.  Better hurry up and do what you've got to do.  You don't want to be caught by a couple of oil-things with your flamethrower off your back.'  He warned, digging his hands deep in to his pockets and keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings.

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« Reply #3 on: June 06, 2013, 11:44:12 PM »

"Gee, you say that as if I've never done this before." Vanessa responded sarcastically as she set to the task of refueling her tanks. She had never said it out loud, but sometimes Vanessa had herself near convinced that the Narrator was a figment of her imagination, a made-up being to keep her company on the days where she couldn't stand being alone. She had been locked inside the city for four and a half years and that much time secluded from everyone else, from the rest of the world was enough to make anyone begin to question their sanity. She wasn't aware that the Narrator saw himself as the savor of what sanity she had left.

In the beginning her goal had been to escape the city, like everyone else who was entered into the terrors that awaited in these walls. But then her partner had died and she'd been left alone to simply survive. since then, that was all she had done. Survive. Every few months two new people would enter the city and she would find herself making her way to them, trying to help them get through the tasks that were set before them so that all three could escape. It never got very far though.

There was always one who made a mistake and got themselves killed, and then Vanessa found herself back in the same position as before, except then she had to keep both of them alive until she could teach her 'new' partner what was needed; they never made it longer than a week.

On numerous occasions Vanessa found herself envisioning the oil for her flamethrower being doused onto her person before she set herself on fire. It was a tempting thought, and it was better than being torn a part by the oil-things, only Vanessa didn't want to lose. She'd managed to stay alive for as long as she had, and hoped to whatever god could be listening, that she eventually made it out.

The tanks were almost full, but Vanessa suddenly had a feeling that she shouldn't stay around much longer. "I think it's time to go." She said more to herself, than to the Narrator whom she wasn't even sure was still there. The sun was rising quickly, not giving Vanessa much time to do what she needed to do safely and she was hoping that if she was quick enough she could find a place to get more sleep.

Strapping the tanks back on to her back, Vanessa didn't waste much time leaving as quickly as she had come.

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« Reply #4 on: June 07, 2013, 06:17:25 PM »
Standing around didn't bother the Narrator.  In fact, he was in absolutely no danger at all.  He could be standing there, surrounded by oil-things and they wouldn't react to him at all.  Vanessa, on the other hand.  Well.  She was just a beacon for them.  The bright bodysuit attracted them like a moth to a light, and they couldn't wait to tear her apart or do what ever it was they did.  Something rather unpleasant, anyway.
 
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« Reply #5 on: June 09, 2013, 01:18:30 AM »

Vanessa couldn't help but sigh heavily as she moved through the deserted street with her unfortunate company. It wasn't like the Narrator was always there, but when he was around... she always found herself wanting to be alone. Which was odd, considering she practically was.

"There's going to be another team thrown in soon..." Vanessa wasn't exactly sure how she had felt about that, knowing two new bodies would be at the oil-things mercy and she'd once again find herself in the position of trying to help keep them alive.

Since arriving in the city she had seen so much death, and in many different violent ways. Sometimes she wondered whether the next oil-thing she sets fire to is one of the past 'volunteers' that didn't make it because there really was no way to tell once the virus, or whatever it was, completely took over. She'd watched the change happen to her partner when she had been thrown in. They had done everything to try and keep him normal and get through the five tasks before he had completely changed. They had believed that there was a cure waiting for him outside of the city when they were 'rescued', but they had never made it. The worst part for Vanessa was they had come -so- close to finishing and leaving... the two of them had made it as far as the final terminal when her partner had completely subcum to the virus and changed. Vanessa had been forced to set him on fire and watch him burn to death. She hadn't slept for nearly two weeks after that.

"Maybe this time I'll get lucky. I'll end up with someone who knows how to survive, who doesn't wander off and listens to orders."

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« Reply #6 on: June 10, 2013, 04:21:31 PM »
'Now Vanessa, do you really think that's going to happen?  Where's the fun in that?  They could dress a three-legged donkey in bright purple and he'd be more useful than some of the people that you've worked with.  Remember that last guy?  What was his name?  Hank?  No, that was two teams ago.  Tried using his flamethrower and ended up setting himself and his partner on fire within about thirty seconds of meeting you?  I'd have done the same if I found out I had to spend the next few months with you.'  The Narrator stopped and rubbed at his jaw.  The irony was that he had been there with Vanessa right from the day she arrived, and with it now being four-and-a-half years later, he was probably the only friend she had left in this world.  Though he wasn't technically a real person, so he didn't count.

'I don't want to alarm you, Vanessa.'  The Narrator spoke, stopping and looking around.  'But I don't know if you realise this, but you've wandered in to oil-thing territory.'  Maybe he had been distracting her too much, or maybe she was just bored and wanted something to pass the time.  But the further south you got in the city, the more dangerous it became.  The river had turned in to a thick canal of oil, having burst it's bankings and transformed a quarter of the city in to a swamp.  While walking about in it was harmless (the suits protected their skin from the neck down) it was where all the oil-things liked to "hang out".  Already, he could hear movement.  Hushed growling.  The drops of sludge hitting the damp cement.  'Vanessa... maybe it's time to run?'  He suggested, knowing that with the fuel tank so full and heavy, that was a near-impossible task.

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« Reply #7 on: June 11, 2013, 01:27:37 AM »

Vanessa knew well enough where it was she had wandered into. It hadn't been aimless wandering, even if that was what the Narrator thought of it as. After having re-fueled she had decided that there was an need to 'stretch her limbs' and in doing so, that usually involved her taking on a few oil-things and setting them on fire. What she didn't understand though... was how there was still so many of them after her killing a majority (at least, what she thought had been the majority) of them over the last nearly five years. Perhaps they were snuck into the city by some secret entrance that was only available from the outside of the city walls that fed the monsters in to try and take her out. Once she had tested out this theory and used what resources she could to construct a bomb before planting it into a heavily populated 'oil-thing' territory. It had taken out an entire building full of them and the next thing she knew... whatever materials that could have been used to create a bomb had been removed over night without her knowledge.

It was moments of reminders like that that normally brought Vanessa into dangerous territory, although she felt that she had learned enough in the years she had been in the city to know how to defend herself pretty well on her own. She liked to pretend that the oil-things where whoever was in charge of throwing her into the city and practically leaving her for dead for four and a half years.


"What's the point in running, you're not scared, are you? They can't even harm you. I don't even know myself how you exist. Half the time I think you're a figment of my imagination despite others being able to see you. The rest of the time I assume you're actually safely tucked away in some room asleep while you're projected here to torment me day in and day out. Let them come..." Vanessa pressed her finger down on the trigger and allowe the flames to arc out of the flamethrower in front of her, aiming it off in random directions as a taunt that she wasn't afraid. She'd done this for four and a half years... what was there left to be afraid of?

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« Reply #8 on: June 11, 2013, 04:44:35 AM »
He responded to her with a smirk, not answering her confusion about what he actually was, or who he was.  There'd be no fun if he told her everything.  The Narrator didn't seem to age, nor change his appearance, for the last five years.  Vanessa meanwhile, had started to get older, and with the lack of make-up and the stress of what she was going through, she wasn't the young thirty-something woman that had started here five years ago.  That always never went down well when he said it to her.

Her theory of oil-things being let in to the city was an interesting one.  It certainly looked like she had burned the entire population of the city within the last four years, yet it looked just as full as it had done when she originally arrived.  After all, if one of the volunteers managed to wipe out the entire population, then there would be no need to send any more in.  Again, he would never answer her when she ever brought it up.

'Brave girl.'  He focused back on the current situation, again with his hands hidden away in his pockets.  The sludge was beginning to move, and as it approached it became more obvious what it was.  Oil-things.  At first, it looked like there were only about a dozen approaching her from the front, but then more noise came from the right.  And the left.  They were running.  Not running too fast, but certainly moving quicker than a crowd of B-movie zombies.  They closed in, bumping in to one another and screaming in pain-filled noises.  Hundreds.

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« Reply #9 on: June 11, 2013, 06:11:43 PM »

Having stepped into dangerous territory Vanessa knew that she was going to be facing more than just a handful of the oil-things and that they would be coming from all directions. What she honestly hadn't been expecting was for hundreds of them to appear out of nowhere and practically block off all exits. Perhaps her arriving just as they were all beginning to wake up hadn't been the greatest idea, but there was no going back now on her decision. Well, she hadn't stayed alive as long as she had being a stupid girl, and Vanessa wasn't going to start being stupid now.

The screaming oil-things were coming closer to where she currently stood quickly closing in around her and... well, he HAD been there moments before. Now it seemed like the Narrator had decided to use this moment to pop off and do whatever it was he did when he wasn't around, leaving Vanessa alone once again to face the demons that stalked the city and the very reason why she was very much alone.

There was no way she could stay exactly where she was without receiving some sort of damage while she tried-- no, as she DID defend herself from those intent on ripping her to pieces or worse, turning her into one of them. Blasting her way through the nearest cluster of them she made her way into the building just to her left deciding that she was going to trap as many as she could inside and set the place on fire... given the high level of monsters that were after her they would fill at least the bottom floor of the building up nicely and catch fire one by one as they fell back into each other just as they were doing now, screaming at an even higher frequency as they went up in flames. It was no bomb trick, so she didn't see her only defense weapon against the creatures being taken away from her from the stunt she was very dearly hoping to pull off.

Kicking down the front door she made it inside with a steady stream of monsters behind her. She wanted her little friend to pop back into existence so she could run her plan by him. He wouldn't openly tell her it was a good plan, but she'd know what he thought of it. There was no way she would be able to kill every single oil-thing that she had awoken but killing a percentage of them and getting away with her life was enough of an adrenaline rush and release to satisfy her for at least a few hours; Vanessa only hoped it didn't backfire on her in some way.

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"They're called windows, and they're there for a reason." Vanessa responded, running up a flight of stairs to keep the oil-things behind her and out of reach. It wasn't the absolute best plan, that was for sure, but she didn't have much other choice now that it had already been set into place. The buildings were so close together that she should be able to make it to the top floor and find a window that could give her passage on to the next building. It was a long-shot but it wasn't like Vanessa really thought the plan through and had to work with whatever was given to her.

She could hear the oil-things coming up the stairs behind her, she knew that they wouldn't stay on the bottom floor but the more she could get into the building and following her, the bigger the fire was going to be. "I know what I'm doing... I know what I'm doing."

Running up the stairs was harder than she thought with the tanks full of fuel sitting on her back, it wasn't something she did on a regular basis so the effort was beginning to quickly tire her out. She could hear the oil-things coming up closer behind her, their feet hitting the stairs, the ragged breath and the screeches that emitted from their oil-dripping mouths. It made her push harder to get ahead, the fear of being grabbed by one starting to trickle into her mind; Vanessa knew she couldn't let that happen.

She finally reached the top floor before losing her footing, going down hard on the steps with a grunt of pain. The oil-things were so close now that Vanessa couldn't waste time just trying to get up with the tank on her back, she -needed- to get up now. Pushing herself up onto her knees she made to move forward when a hand wrapped around her ankle. Before she could think about what happened the rod in her hand was whipped around, flames bursting from the end into the face of the oil-thing that had grabbed hold of her. Kicking free from the burning creature that now was emitting a loud scream she backed up onto the floor towards the window directly across the room from her. Even though she'd managed to get one, those unaffected by the fire were moving around their burning companion to get at her. Getting too close to them would mean she couldn't set them on fire in risk of her own person being caught by the flames. Oil from the creature was already momentarily darkening the spot on her suit where it had grabbed her.

She made her way to the window, managing to push it open before she felt another one of the oil-things grab hold of her. Vanessa turned quickly to shove the creature off, only to receive a swipe in the face from its long freakish claws. She let out a cry of pain before unleashing a full blast of flame on it, catching the creature and the others around it on fire. The flames spread quickly among the monsters; exactly what she had wanted. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't walking away completely untouched.

Climbing out the window Vanessa found herself standing on a metal grate with stairs that lead down floor by floor. At least that had worked out for her.

 

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