Interview with game developer Mike Voit

Please note, that is interview was given for the Bloodletting.org game. We used In Character names for some of those mentioned in the interview to protect their privacy.

 

1.    What was the inspiration to create Bloodletting?

The inspiration came from a game called Mafia.org. Very similar with forums for RP and the ability to kill those that piss you off. That game has morphed into a game called mafiareturns. But the original is where the inspiration came from. I couldn’t code so…in 2004 I met Dracula when he came to work in Virginia. We were both in the Air Force and stationed together there. I heard he could code and told him about my idea. He was sold instantly and we started developing the game. Two years later after lots of planning, taking time off to finish degrees and Dracula getting married, we launched the game. In its initial format, it resembled Damnation a lot more. Mafia.org was a one character – one death game. You die, you start over with a new character from the beginning.

 

2.    Where do you and the team get the inspiration for details on the gameplay from?

I get a lot of ideas from other games I play. I might sign up for a game and it sucks as bad as you can imagine but they have one feature that attracts me, so I start developing it for inclusion in BL. City Searches idea came from a game I played called HoboWars and FC tributes came from another vampire game I played for a bit. Other times I just get an idea and bounce it off of DK. If we both agree it will work, we add it.

 

3.    Do you speak with other game developers for ideas? Are other developers eager to provide input on things they’ve done and tried to help you along in creating your own unique twists?

The only developer I have ever worked with is the creator of mafiareturns. He used to be the main coder in mafia.org and I pitched him my idea for BL back in 2004. So he drove down to Virginia from Jersey and sat with me for the entire day loading php and mySQL on my computer so I could get started. Unfortunately I have no skill in coding, so the stuff just sat there until I met Dracula later that year.

 

4.    What idea came first for the game? The gameplay aspect, or the writing? What do you feel pulls at you the most?

They both were worked on concurrently. The appeal to me for mafia was the interaction in the forums. They had some phenomenal writers over there. Otter being one of them. So when I was designing the game I was approaching it from both angles. For those that wanted to write and those that wanted to smash buttons. I myself, have a love for the writing aspect of it and I try to create an environment that foments that activity.

 

5.    How has Arctic Moon Studios, and the people of Bloodletting, changed aspects of your life over the years?

Well AMS for one has brought me a great friendship in the form of DK and Dracula. DK and I used to do a lot of Theater in Virginia. Me acting, he Stage Managing. When I sent out a mass email to all my contacts in email asking them to sign up for the new game Drac and I had just developed, DK was one of the first ones to do so. I soon learned he could code and as a player he started assisting Drac and I. When we decided to form Arctic Moon Studios, we initially asked DK if he wanted to be a part of it. He said no and we were rightfully bummed out about it. Just before we registered the company however, we asked him again and he agreed. He has become one of my dearest friends. I even performed his wedding ceremony. All three of us regularly get together for trips and talk on the phone.

Bloodletting is another thing all together. We used to do regular BL meets throughout the country and had the chance to meet players at them. Stalker and Tala Hemming became early and close friends. Stalker is considered family. He came to my retirement and my father in law’s interment at Arlington cemetery. Edward Broccoli (sp?   Lol..Brollachan) and I have a venture we are working on. Otter and I used to talk regularly but then he discovered girls and jujitsu, Bastet writes to me all the time when I am deployed. I performed Mackenzie’s wedding ceremony. But there are sad moments that come with it as well. Mallory Quarters we met several years ago at the very first BL meet. She became a dear friend to both me and my wife. We went to New Orleans regularly and always stayed with her. When I got the call in late 2017 that she had passed away in her sleep, it was devastating. It’s sad whenever I learn we have lost a player, and there has been a few. But Jen (Mallory) was like family to us. In the early days of the game we had a player use an exploit in the source code to kill all of the other players in the game. We thought that was the end of Bloodletting. It was a brand new game, up only about a month. Luckily for us two things happened. First DK, who was still just a player that assisted with coding and database management, had backed up the server only a few hours earlier, mitigating the damage. Second, Jen (Mallory) made to enormous donations to the game so we could ensure the security of it. Jen was a very wealthy woman who made her fortune as one of the largest pumpkin farmers east of the Mississippi. She loved to game and she loved Bloodletting. My wife and I loved her and we miss her a lot. So when you see her online 24/7, that’s one of my tributes to my friend.

The player behind Lisbeth has become a great confidante for me over the years as well. I know I am forgetting people but it’s late here and I am fighting off a virus. Please don’t be offended if you don’t see yourself mentioned here.

The player behind Smith, I consider a friend. I was actually able to meet him in England several years ago and have a few beers with him.

Shenanoska, an old time player is a friend as well.

 

6.   Do you read all the stories posted? Has there ever been a storyline so moving, it stuck with you?

I wish! I used to read them all when there was just a few entries. But alas, life gets in the way. I do try to read as much as I can. I don’t think I could pick out one storyline. Even the poorly written ones are amazing in the fact that someone at least tried to create something.

 

7.    Characters come and go. Is there any that you truly miss seeing their antics?

I miss the troublemakers. The ones that want to start wars and execute the mundane. I miss the mother out of the Platypire in all honesty.

 

8.    You’ve had to make hard choices over the years when it come to the rules. Has anyone ever really threatened you due to their own violation of the rules? Do you get ‘hate mail’?

The only hate mail we ever got was from a player that we were working on a lot of projects with. She was so involved in every aspect of the game. Then one day we received a very nasty email from her that to this day I still have no idea what prompted it. We responded with our own letter telling her that what she said was highly unprofessional and she shouldn’t have made threats and demands to us. That led to her, her husband and at least one other player quitting for good. She posted our letter to her so we posted hers to show we weren’t randomly attacking her. I truly miss her presence in game. I used to talk with her all the time via video or phone and she was just a bubbly personality. I have no idea what prompted the letter from her in the first place.

I have sent a threatening message to a player. The one that exploited the code. I sent him an email letting him know I had no issue driving to his house and beating the  **** out of him in front of his parents. I included his home address so he knew I wasn’t BSing.

Former players have posted unkind words on FB. But that’s about it.

 

9.   Over the years, you and the team have implemented new and exciting things for the Realm and its players. However, something new, and much bigger, seems to be coming for 2019; you’ve dropped a few hints to many things. Just how many things are on the horizon for 2019? Can you give us some specifics…please? Pretty please?

Houses are going to become more important. Potions are being developed. Special features and areas are in the works for the level 20s. Skills are being developed. One thing people have to keep in mind though, is that it is just DK and I really. I do have Smith assisting me on a project and Dracula has indicated he wants to get more involved. But we are limited in personnel and resources. If people want to see features roll out faster, they need to keep their Alts legal. In the past I haven’t been as strict on that rule, but when we had to make a decision earlier this year whether to keep going because of lack of funds, I had to get more on top of the illegal Alt situation.

 

Thank you Mike, for giving me your time and for all you do for everyone on Bloodletting!

A New Direction

Hello my sweets!

As you can see by looking around, I have made some changes to the site. I have taken down my book and some other pages, because, really, sales are down and the book can be found anywhere.

Why the change? Its time to branch off in a new direction. My tags will change, my content will change.

Whats to come? More talk of gaming, more talk of writing (no change there) and some more on the things that fascinate me the most in our world…like serial killers and news items.

Oh, there will still be plenty of talks of my daily hilarity that is called my life, and plenty of talk of the kitties and their adventures in driving me mad.

The book and movie reviews will be back, as I love doing those.

Of course, the occasional rant will find its way into the pages from time to time, because I am small and can only contain so much rage.

You will also find that I have an added website. I took my ‘Clattering Keyboard’ blogger site off google and gave it its own fancy smancy domain. It is listed under my real name. It WILL, at time, have different content. You can find it at www.clatteringkeyboard.com if interested.

Please keep in mind, I am not done with either site. The listing for the Bloodletting game is not quite complete, as I have a lot of content and explanations for the game yet to go.

Now, as for the difference in the site, as I’ve said, this site may have content different than the other and vice versa.

Its funny, and kind of weird, to be in the world as both Zoe Ambler and Beth McMarlin.

I have a friend I met online under the name Zoe, and we now meet face to face every few months for a lunch date and she insists on calling me Zoe rather than my real name. I am simply her ‘Zo Zo’. And I love it.

A note on the kitties. All three are terrors and I think they are plotting something because suddenly all three are getting along really well. Definitely plotting.

So, thats the update for now.

Be sweet to one another, my darlings. ~mwah~

Shortie Story pt 2

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As promised, the second of my little character biographies, given by themselves.
Here we have Addison. It was titled Adrift.

Adrift:
Addison sat on the ground, her back resting against the building as she kicked her legs out in front of her, crossing her feet at the ankles. She took a flask from her jacket pocket and gave her companions of the evening a toast.

“Well, since I know all about you guys, I guess you all should know a little about me, huh?” She asked. She took another sip and settled herself into her spot in the dimly lit alley to tell her story. A small fire between them all kept the chill at bay.

“I had come into this world in 1685. I know, I know. Don’t look a day over 20, do I? Anyway, things were way different than they are now. No interwebs, tweeter or the googles. But, as they say, time brings on a lot of change. Advances.” She smiled, giving a nod and another sip of her flask. She offered it to her companions, but none took her up on her offer. They knew what she was drinking. Wasn’t their ‘style’ she supposed. She shrugged and readjusted the Katana strapped to her back.

She continued, glad, in a bit, that none wanted to share in her drink and they didn’t seem like the ‘judgey’ sort. “Yanno, we all have our hardships, and I’ve had enough for several lifetimes over. I started life as a plain old human, just like you guys, and then one night, one chance encounter changed all that.” She looked down at her hands for a moment, rubbing them on her jeans as if smoothing them.

“I became a vampire. Don’t laugh; I’m not kidding! Blood sucking, gore lovin’ vampire! I didn’t ever think they existed myself until I became one. I was so lost. No one taught me how to be a vampire. The one who bit me just left. Probably thought he killed me. Anyway…” She took a slight paused for breath and collecting her thoughts. Her thoughts were always muddled. Maybe it was all the drinking. Or maybe that’s just her. Her mind was muddled and broken.

“…Anyways…I loved it. I never dealt with the terrible transition of human to monster at all. It was as if I was born to it. And I never lamented taking lives so that I could continue to exist. Everyone was just little walking blood bags to me. Even children.” She flashed a smile, though tried to keep her face schooled in innocence. “My voodoo became more powerful, too. Granted, that got me in a spot of trouble with Baron Samedi, but that’s a story for another time. We’ll just stick with ‘I’m a damn fine Mambo’ for getting out of that one.” Addison said with a wink.

“I had come to have lovers that came and went. I never took it hard. Kind of hard to find someone when you’re looking at people wondering what their blood type is.” She snickered, pulling her long dark hair over her shoulder.

“I then stumbled over the Realm behind the veil. A world unto its own. So many species of light and dark, some living in harmony, some living in war. I had taken my time in choosing a home. I almost didn’t bother. I had spent 600 years in relative isolation, letting the wars of man entertain me. But then I found out that to get stronger, you needed people to help you along in your path.”

She let silence fall for just a few moments, sipping from her flask again as the memories danced behind her eyes. “In the Realm, I had a chance to join a collective. Mr. Brollachan opened his doors to me. Within the coven, I was taught how to bring my strength up higher, and for awhile I got stronger and stronger pretty quickly. I thrived on the challenges…but then… along the way, I had met this Slayer. He was so dreamy. There was an immediate, albeit forbidden connection.” She sparkle left her eyes in her storytelling. A solemnness came over her.

“I no longer wanted even the tiny bit of freedom I had left. I wanted to share myself with this man. I asked to leave the coven and permission was granted. Though, I went through even more trials. Events that further shaped me. My Slayer was at my side, though. With the help of an Arch Angel, I underwent a reversal of my vampirism. Terribly painful it was. I was cleansed and made whole again. Human, though immortal. A Slayer in my own right. Me and my Slayer entered into a Holy Union, committing to share our life and love with one another always. I guess I should also mention that the Arch Angel didn’t fix me right. I’m not entirely…human…I don’t think. And he is making me suffer, always. I know its hard to tell, what can I say? I’m a great actress.” Silence befell Addison once again. She looked to her listeners. She didn’t want to depress them utterly. It couldn’t be helped. It was a sad story.

She resumed. “And then my Slayer left to who knows where.” She flailed her arms a bit. “He left me all alone with no idea how to be human…how to be ‘normal’ again. I was so lost. Once again adrift in my isolation. It wasn’t even an isolation I was comfortable with because I didn’t know how to be what I am now, alone. That…and my heart was shattered. Never, in all my long years, have I suffered a broken heart. Its horrible and painful and …icky. He’s dead now, by the way. Don’t look at me, I didn’t kill him!” Addison said, a small pout coming to her lips as her brows furrowed.

“Rather than my complacent isolation, mine turned into rage. I let it boil inside. Always swallowing it back down when it bubbled up like bile in my throat.” She said, her tone seething, almost a hiss.

“I decided I didn’t need to be afloat on my own during that time. I reached out to a well-known Sanctuary leader, and he accepted my request to join his crew. I thought it would help me to be immersed with others again. To mingle not just with my new crewmates, but with others I happened upon within the Realm.” She said, her face blank of expression. Her words, too, felt a little flat on her tongue.

“I found myself afloat again. Drifting. Aimless and wondering. I started to embrace that solitude once again. I wasn’t working on myself. None of my goals were being reached. No one really interacted with me at all. I latched hold of another crewmate, a young Lycan woman, but she seems to dislike me a great deal. For me, that’s just sheer entertainment within itself. Oh, and there is an Angel I talk to sometimes. I wouldn’t call us friends though. I really think people just …tolerate me.” She chuckled, letting that sadness drift away, even if for a moment. She sipped her drink, her pale blue eyes scanning the faces of her companions.

That sadness seeped its way back in. “I sit now, alone on this island within a vastly populated world. My mind teeters on what to do next. Keep striving the fight the good fight? Be a good people person? Fight the good fight? Or let my isolation consume me once again…become a monster again. The vampiric life wasn’t a bad one. In all honesty, I miss it a lot. It had more freedoms, and the blood and the violence quelled something deeply broken and growling within me.” She silenced herself, looking around.

“Do you guys think I’m crazy? I think I am. I think I am …damaged goods. You know, I’m going to die alone. I pretty much guarantee it. Can you see the headlines… ‘Woman dies alone with 72 cats. Cats feast upon her corpse’. That’d be funny. Sad, but funny. I’d be one with all my cats, though, wouldn’t I?” She laughed out loud at her own humor, as dark and depressing as it may have been. She sobered then, for just a moment. “I’m just so alone. Nothing has meaning or purpose. I have no love, no friends. Well, you guys, but, come on…we aren’t that close…”

Addison looked to her drinking buddies and decided that they were either bored or just too drunk to care.

Or it may have had something to do with that fact that she had sliced all their throats an hour ago.

Hope you enjoyed!

A shortie Story pt 1

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The following little character profile was from a short contest on one of my Role Play game sites. We were to have our characters talk about what made them who they are today…their childhood and the like. This first one is Genesis, a werewolf. We were allowed to tell their story in any format, from journal to interview with another personal, to video type diaries. I chose journal format for Genesis.
And away we go!

Genesis: All American Girl

Journal Entry 2/2017

2017 already. Hard to believe how time seems to fly in happy times, and drag in the dreadful. This is a brand new journal, by the way. I haven’t kept a journal in a few years now. Growing up I kept one religiously.

I was reading through some of them earlier, that’s what made me decide to pick it back up again. I don’t want memories to be lost, even the uglier side of life.

When looking through my really old journals, I found one that brought back all kinds of depressing memories. Most entries were about my mother. She was a slut. Okay, well, more like a wh0re, because those guys she brought home paid her in some fashion or another. I usually just locked my door and shoved pillows over my head. I have to add that I added locks to my bedroom doors in all the scummy trailers we rented when we moved here, or were kicked out of there. Those men my mom brought home…they leered at me. Perverts. All of them.

I kept myself distracted, and away from home, as much as I could. I ran track in secondary school and high school. I was honor roll, which meant I stayed in the library a lot, studying.

Sometimes when I would come home, my mother would be waiting. She’d call me names, accuse me of things, tell me how she should have aborted me when she had the chance. I should point out here, that the reason she DIDN’T abort me, is that my father was some kind of royalty in the Lycan community. My mother is pure Lycan as well. She must have figured giving this man a full blood heir, even though I’m a girl, well, she must have thought he would support her, or me. Instead, he told her to kill me, that I was a bastard pup, and never contact him again.

All American family, right?

I isolated myself a lot growing up. We moved so often, I never felt any point in making friends. I stuck to my studies. In my senior year of high school a Marine Corp recruiter contacted me. I signed right up. The day after graduation, with honors btw, I was out of there. I left my mom a couple hundred dollars that I’d saved up with a note that I was leaving, and never look for me. I was as dead to her as she was to me.

I thrived in the Marine Corp. Maybe I had an unfair advantage, being a Lycan and all, but still. I loved it. And they had found their perfect marksman. Problem was, females couldn’t really be on over-watch. I served two tours in Afghanistan, and then came back to the states. I served on the Marksmanship Team and got all kinds of awards.

By the time I made E-5 serving as an MP, people were taking notice that I wasn’t really aging. It was odd to me, because my mother looked way older than she was. I guess I should just attribute that to the lifestyle of booze and drugs she led, whereas I was all about discipline, wellness, taking care of myself.

I had a group of good friends when I was in the military. I still keep in touch with some. Some even know my secret (that I’m not…human). A group of us will meet up somewhere and have a few drinks, remember the days and nights in the desert, the thrill of live fire and explosions. However, not so many of us remember those as ‘good times’. A lot of people come back broken from war zones.

Again, I thrived in it.

Anyway, after I left the military, I traveled around. I guess I’m kind of a penny pincher, because I have plenty of money. I was bored though. I tried to think of what I could do as a career. That’s when, by chance, someone from the old military days, asked me if I could take someone out. As in, kill them. They offered me money (okay, A LOT of money), said they didn’t care how I did it, just get it done by a certain day and time and the money would be wired to me.

My first contract kill.

I took the target out from 5 buildings away. He was sitting at his desk having and drink, I pulled my little trigger and poof…red mist. The guy wobbled in his chair a little before falling face first into the desk. From my angle, well, he had no back of the head left. It gave me the warm fuzzies.

So…I started to take more clients like this. I set up overseas accounts for payments and got my name dropped here and there in all the right circles. Mercenaries get a bad wrap, but we do take out some pretty nasty people. And its not all just getting a name and killing people. Sometimes you have to hunt information, do a little tracking, grease the palms of other people. I had to get tech savvy in a hurry and start knowing and getting in good with all the right people.

I started to realize one night that while I was using my enhanced senses to pinpoint targets and the like, I wasn’t really working on those aspects of myself. The wolf in me needed more.

I was floundering in mediocrity. I couldn’t have that. The wolf must be satisfied.

I joined a crew at the urging of a friend and, well, at first things were fine and dandy, but they went downhill fast. Leadership and I didn’t agree, and me being me, blatantly said what was on my mind. I ended up leaving the crew.

I needed a pack, so to speak, to help me grow. So I didn’t waste any time in finding exactly what I needed. Azhi. Home. I have never regretted joining this crew.

I have friends, we talk. The loveliest part of it all, is I can still indulge in the hunt and make money, money, money. Yes, I’m a greedy cow.

Now, I love my home with all my heart. Only one bad occurrence ever happened here, and thats when I tried to kid myself into thinking I could have a love life. I met someone, he joined the crew and we got married. Probably the shortest marriage of all time. No…I’ve actually seen shorter.

One day, out of the blue, he packed all my stuff from our boat and placed it on the dock and handed me divorce papers. I was shocked to say the least. I didn’t know how to react. Was he expecting a big display of emotion? He didn’t get it. That’s not my style. I picked up my stuff, tucked the papers into my back pocket and walked away. He left. End of story. He’s still in the Azhi roster, but he’s been gone for years now.

I keep my heart closely guarded now. I have a crush on someone, but, well, that’s a pipe-dream I think.

The crew is growing and expanding and its exciting. Mind you, we all stick to ourselves, but, I bet at any given moment if I called someone for help, they would be there in a heartbeat, and I would do the same in return.

I can live in isolation, and I can integrate into a team just fine. I love both. It truly is the best of both worlds. It sates my desire for privacy, which I hold high, and it also gives me people to chill with, help, laugh with…its nice.

I’m a little rough around the edges. I’ve always been a tom-boy. I sometimes speak before thinking, or, rather, speak very bluntly. But hey, I give honesty, that’s got to count for something, right?

So, I’ve come a long way from those days of keeping my face planted in a book to avoid people, to having a home and friends. I’ve achieved a lot, too. Not so much in social skills, I still lack those, but my training is picking up again, I feel better about myself, and I know I can call people up from time to time for sh!ts and giggles.

Life is good.

Hope you enjoyed that! I will be posting up Addisons little bit in a day or two.

And for the record, Addisons won 2nd place and Genesis won 3rd. ^.~

NaNo’s One Last Hoorah!

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Well, NaNoWriMo is done for 2016. I exceeded my word count and everything is all happy and smiles.

However, its not the end for me. Tonight I will be hosting a final TGIO party for my group of Wrimo’s. (I’m a Municipal Liaison for NaNo)

Tonight we will laugh, vent, maybe even cry. All while stuffing our faces with pizza and snacks!

And the best news of all – the creativity isnt going to end with NaNoWriMo and the joint venture with the Library system that allowed us to use their facilities for our events.

I have coordinated with the directors of the Library system to host creative writing classes every other month throughout 2017 to bring in new writers and introduce them to their inner creative monsters and to the NaNoWriMo project. Its going to be a beautiful thing.

As for December, however, after tonights shindig, I am going to take the month to myself. I am going to bring all my roleplay gaming characters out of their sleep mode and start to game writing again. I’ve missed my writing buddys and the worlds of the two games I play. Will Genesis finally kill Addison? Will Addison find werewolf biscuits and win the heart and friendship of Genesis? Will Nemesis finally reach her goal of collecting more kittens in Ravenblack than anyone ever? Oh, the things I will write for my beloved characters.

January will see me balancing, with no pressure, between my gaming writing and my continued work on my novel. Streamlining, editing, all that stuff that makes liquor taste a lot better.

I also still have collections of short stories to share. Newly written ones as well! Oh! Lets not forget those little teases of Book Two excerpts either. AND SMUT! Okay, well, not a lot of smut, I know its not for everyone. Sometimes I just feel the need to share my dirty little writings. I CAN write more than horror…I can do romance. Its rough and tumble romance…but you can feel the love….ugh, I ramble…

I’m hoping 2017 will be much nicer to me than 2016 was. Once I get this spinal surgery done I am hoping to be a little more pain free and active. I miss my treadmill at the gym. And swimming. Gosh do I love swimming.

I also have travel plans for late in 2017 to go to Guatemala with my bestest friend in the world to see my mom! So exciting. I’ve got my passport paperwork, and had to wait for an official copy of my birth certificate, but I am ready to get the process started now.

So, I have things to do and people to harass for now.

Be sweet my lovelies…

RP pt 6 A walk amongst the Dead Finale

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Genesis:

As the platform gave way, sending Genesis tumbling downward with a mass of steel and debris, she curl up into a ball. She had to fight instinct as well. Fight or flight tendencies raced. For a Lycan, the fight came to the surface quicker than anything. To use sheer brute force. Genesis had to fight this. She couldn’t engage the zombies. Her mind, when in her Crinos form, was partially dominated by the wolf. The longing of biting and tearing would be too great, and using a weapon was nearly unheard of.

So she fell in a heap of dust to the warehouse floor. Surely the clamor had not gone unnoticed by the zombie puss-bags. She quickly did an inventory of herself. Nothing broken, but she could feel the scrapes and cuts and bruises. She looked around herself and nearly barked out in laughter. Beneath her was a good majority of the platform, and beneath that was a good chunk of the zombies that had wanted to make her their meal. They were smashed and broken, but their mouths and dead eyes still trained on her.
She rolled away to a clearer spot, finding another piece of steel like the last. She jabbed zombies in the head with each step she took. Trying to stay in the debris field as long as she could until Addison could get more of the fully functional zombies out of the way.
The platform collapse had done a fair bit of damage to the horde. That sparked Genesis’ mind into action and working out a plan. The platform was broken in half, splintered, but there was still a good chunk of it that just may be the answer the two crewmates needed. It would require her to shift, leaving her a little vulnerable, and Addison would have to cover her.

She looked at the distance between where she was and the small window high up on the opposing wall. In her Crinos form, it would be a short walk with long steps.

“Addison…I need you to cover me…I know how we’re getting out of here…” She called to her more than a little unhinged crewmate.

Genesis shifted. Her last thought was of the fact that she would be naked when this endeavor was done, with no money, and no clue to where they were even at. She continued on with the painful looking process of bones and tendons snapping, muscles reform, things elongating. Her human appearance ripped away in bloody chunks of flesh.

The great Crinos shook the visceral fluids left coating her fur away. Her eyes, with their golden sheen, turned to the platform piece. She lifted it, swinging it in the air a bit to dislodge some of the zombies that had gotten stuck in it, decapitating most of them. She watched where heads rolled, as a zombie with no head wasn’t dead. Teeth still snapped.
Genesis then started crossing the length of the warehouse, dragging the piece of platform with her. Addison was close, dancing with the zombies with sheer utter joy, it would appear. Genesis growled at her.

To her right, more zombies appeared. Just a few. The Crinos stage Lycan heft the piece of platform up and swung it at the zombies, effectively knocking them back or decapitating them. Her swing came a little close to Addison, and the little woman gave her a sour look. This sort of amused Genesis. Even in her shifted state, seeing the look of annoyance on the other woman’s face was something to give a chuckle to.

When she arrived under the window, she placed the platform against the wall at an angle. They would be able to scale the platform piece to the window. There would be a small jump, and they would have to be careful, from the platform edge to the window itself.

Genesis, in her Crinos shift, wouldn’t fit through the window, so she would have to change back to her human form. Not to mention, the platform probably wouldn’t hold her shifted weight.

Her golden tinted eyes turned to look behind herself. She roared at Addison to gain the woman’s attention before pausing to shift back to her human form. The process, in reverse, looked no less painful, but Genesis felt nothing as she clawed her way out of the massive fur husk of her Crinos form.

She scrambled up the platform and kicked out the window. “Addison…hurry up!” She growled out, waiting for the other woman.

Addison:

Addison was actually having the time of her life. Killing…or re-killing there dead things was a hoot in her book. She got to use her sword to its full effect. A beautiful dance with the dead things. And she could sing, too. Apparently the dead things didn’t like it much as they moaned and hissed at her. They didn’t seem to want to eat her though. They still focused on Genesis.

Her eyes scanned the area the platform had crumpled down into. She could see Genesis getting up, appearing to be fine, other than that perpetual pissed off look she carried with her everywhere.

She snapped out an order to Addison. An order? Since when did the pup give orders? Addison was the older of the two…by like 625 years. She scoffed, but listened. She went along with taking out the dead things, leaving Genesis to do whatever she was planning to do.

It took her by surprise a little to see Genesis shift into her big fur-ball state. She was massively huge, all teeth and claws and muscle. Her fur looked irresistible though. So soft. Addison always had a desire to pet the massive beast like it were a mere puppy.

It finally snapped into her head just what Genesis-beast was doing as she dragged the broken platform across the dirt, grime and dead things splattered floor. She was going to make them a ladder of sorts, to finally get out of this hell hole.

So Addison went to work on covering the Lycan the best she could. The horde was thinning, the collapse of the platform had helped a lot in that area. She went about with her dancing with the dead, sword hissing through the air, singing its own merry song.

Addison couldn’t keep the smile from her face.

The large Lycan had resorted to swinging the piece of platform she was dragging at some of the dead thing. Said swing came dangerously close to Addison’s head. She pursed her lips, brows knitted, giving Genesis a ‘look’. An ‘I’m not very happy with that’ look. The dead things were still coming, here and there, so Addison brushed it off and got back to work. She’d do something in return to wolf-girl when this was all over. A chicken nailed to the younger woman’s door seemed like an awesome thing to do.

Addison made her way to the makeshift ladder as Genesis called for her. On her way she passed something that caught her eye. She grinned. Genesis would not like it, but, it was necessary, seeing as the Lycan was now walking around in her birthday suit.

Addison grabbed up the item and gave it a good shake. It was an old set of grey workmen’s coveralls. Filthy. A little damp. Probably 3 sizes too big for the wolf-girl, but at least her ass would be covered.

She scrambled up the make-shift ladder, coming to slide down the wall outside the window to stand before the naked wolf girl. She beamed. “I found these for you…put them on for cryin’ out loud.” She said, thrusting the dirty coveralls at the younger woman.

She looked around, noting that was exactly what Genesis was doing. The sun was just coming up over the horizon. They were in a warehouse district somewhere. A trucking container and semi were parked up against the warehouse they had just escaped.

Addison looked to Genesis. “Well, we made it. Let’s find out where we are…and promptly get the fvck out of here.”

Genesis was slipping the coveralls on, simply giving Addison a nod. Once dressed, the two headed off to find out where they were and call someone from the crew to get them the hell out of there.

The mystery of who abducted them and pitted them into waves of zombies would have to come later…and vengeance would most certainly be a bitch.

I hope you all have enjoyed the story. I left a lot of holes and unanswered questions along the way to give us all fuel for the next part to come soon!

RP pt. 5 – A walk amongst the Dead

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This is a Role Play I am currently working on for the Bloodletting game. I play both characters involved. They have a love/hate relationship pretty much. If you are interested in seeing just what the Bloodletting RPG is all about, check it out at Bloodletting.org.  If you decide you want to sign up and feel like getting one of my characters a little bank for it, use the following links
(Addison) http://www.bloodletting.org/other_pages/registration.php?user=149254
(Genesis) http://www.bloodletting.org/other_pages/registration.php?user=151855
Keep in mind, Genesis is a Lycan, and Addison is a Slayer, though was a former vampire. She’s the weird one of the two.

Genesis:

Genesis couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Addison just seemed to wade unseen through the zombies. Some looked at her, moan and hissed, but they weren’t in a frenzy to eat her.

Genesis sniffed the air, her Lycan nose scenting things. Yes. Addison was ‘alive’. She could smell the blood from where Addison had sliced up her hands. She could hear Addison’s blood rushing through her body and her beating heart. She could feel the body heat the woman emanated. What the hell was going on?

More importantly…what was Addison?

Did these rotting things ignore her presence for a particular reason? Was it some remaining thing that Genesis couldn’t understand from the process that turned Addison from Vampire to human Slayer?

The zombies had chased her up here just like they had chased herself.

This was a lot to think over.

But it seemed that Addison wasn’t abandoning her here. That was a plus. She gave the little sh!t a hard time  more often than not. It wouldn’t surprise her if she got left here with the rots.

The platform was becoming more instable, and Genesis felt a surge of panic run through her. Those things down there, they were clawing for her, reeking mouths snapping hungrily while moaning in their need.

She picked up her piece of steel pipe in one hand, grabbing one of the support cables to the platform in the other. She tried to remain as still as possible as Addison was making noise, drawing at least a few of the horde toward herself.

It wasn’t enough though. Genesis knew when she was outnumbered, and without the ability to shift, her odds didn’t look good. All she had was her own strength in the human form and a steel pipe.

Her eyes turned to Addison, who was making progress in killing off the zombies that were drawn to the noise she was making. She even saw Addison take off her remaining shoe and chuck it at a zombies head. Her socks didn’t match. Why did Addison’s socks never match? Stupid question at the stupid time.

Addison was singing again. Louder than she had done before. It was a more modern song than the creepy one she had sung earlier. This one was much more…loud. Addison was screaming some parts. Why the hell did the little idiot sing when she was having fun? She sung and carried a maniacal grin on her face. Though Genesis couldn’t deny how graceful Addison was when fighting. The fluid movements of body and sword.

She looked below herself again when the platform gave a tremble. The herd was thinning, but still, not enough. Genesis grasped the cable she clutched and prayed for the best. And she didn’t even believe in a god. She was putting her faith in a little sword wielding weirdo who nailed chicken heads to everyone’s door.

Addison:

And the sky was made of amethyst
And all the stars were just like little fish
You should learn when to go
You should learn how to say no

Addison went about with her attacks. As the dead things started moving toward her, lurching their way, she went off in a sprint, sword at the ready, cleaving rotting heads in two. She had to keep their attention on her as much as possible, so singing a rather screamy song seemed to work. And she liked the song. It was catchy. The sword in her hands didn’t seem to think so. Yes, they had their differences.

Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever
Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever
Well they get what they want, and they never want it again
Well they get what they want, and they never want it again
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to

She occasionally looked to check on Genesis. The Lycan was bracing herself for the worst, pipe in one hand, and holding on to one of the suspension cables with the other. Smart. That platform didn’t look like it was going to last much longer. And the bulk of the dead things were still below her, moaning and groaning and wanting that tasty little snack.

 And the sky was all violet 
I wanna give the violet more violence
Hey, I’m the one with no soul
One above and one below

Addison was able to get closer to the gathering. They would at times take a swing at her. They didn’t seem to want to eat her, however. Did she smell bad? They had no problem with chasing her before… what the hell was up with that? She used this to her advantage. She was able to get in close, taking many of the dead things down. She continued with her song. Some of the zombies came for her. She took a chance, cleaning off a piece of her sword of zombie brains and goo, and then bringing that piece across the flesh of her hand. She went about with waving that hand around, letting the scent of fresh blood fill the air along with her voice.

Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever
Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever
When they get what they want, they never want it again
When they get what they want, they never want it again
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I dare you to

The heads of several zombies turned her way and she grinned. A few came lurching at her, nearly running, but not coordinated enough. They met a quick end. As soon as she was nearly beneath the failing platform, she went about with just swinging her sword. Not all were clear headshots. Some were just disabling shot. Slicing the legs off, or even cutting them in half at the mid-section. It would make them less mobile for sure. She head a large creaking noise, a loud pop and watched as the platform separated. The suspension cables, all but one, gave way.

 I told you from the start just how this would end
When I get what I want then I never want it again
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, take everything, take everything

Her singing/melodic screaming grew louder, to draw more of the dead things attention to her. She had to give wolf-girl the time she needed to get a good grip, or jump down. Jumping down now wouldn’t pose too much of a threat, Addison didn’t think. She had thinned out the horde pretty well.

However, it would seem as if Fate would have the final decision as the final cable snapped, sending the metal platform crashing down to the warehouse floor, Genesis with it, crushing a good number of zombies. How did Genesis fair in this fall was the question now.

RP pt.4 A Walk Amongst the Dead

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This is a Role Play I am currently working on for the Bloodletting game. I play both characters involved. They have a love/hate relationship pretty much. If you are interested in seeing just what the Bloodletting RPG is all about, check it out at Bloodletting.org.  If you decide you want to sign up and feel like getting one of my characters a little bank for it, use the following li
(Addison) http://www.bloodletting.org/other_pages/registration.php?user=149254
(Genesis) http://www.bloodletting.org/other_pages/registration.php?user=151855

Keep in mind, Genesis is a Lycan, and Addison is a Slayer, though was a former vampire. She’s the weird one of the two.

Part 4:

Genesis:

Genesis frowned in Addison’s general direction. She was almost afraid to make too many movements on the platform. It was so unsteady. She took note of how Addison was keeping a distance between them to balance the weight out a little. She wouldn’t have thought Addison had that kind of logical thinking in her.

“There’s a window…a small one…way on the other side of the warehouse. It’s near the ceiling, probably just for a little ventilation. The problem, from what I can see, is that the entire wall over there is completely bare. Nothing for us to climb up on to get to the window and shimmy out. The other major problem is that the zombies seem to be coming from that direction, and there are a lot of them between us and that window.” She said, staring at the small window, then letting her eyes move to the zombies that clamored for her guts.

“There isn’t anything for us to push under the window that I can see for us to even reach that high. And there’s so many of these rotting things…” She then said, her tone exasperated.

The platform gave another shift, more pops and squeaks as things came undone. Genesis growled low in her throat, a snarl on her lips. “We can’t stay up here forever.” She ground out. “What I wouldn’t give for my handguns and rifle…” She sighed out softly, more to herself that to Addison.

She looked back to Addison, the wheels in her mind turning. There had to be a way to get through the mass of zombies. She could, in theory, and if the herd was thinned enough, shift to her Crinos form and boost Addison to the window. Her Crinos form was large. Large enough. However, could Addison in turn be able to pull her up in her Crinos form? And being left on the ground floor left her vulnerable to a zombie.

She sighed, looking down at the rotters again.

“Addison…what if we divided the herd? You know, you draw half to your side of the platform, and I can draw the other to my side of the platform. Maybe we can get them bunched up, leaving a near clear path, at least for a few seconds unless the faster ones catch on. We could sprint for the window, I can shift and lift you up, and then you drag me up?”

She eyed Addison as the woman seemed to think it over. Well, she thought Addison was thinking it over. It was hard to tell. Addison seemed to be looking elsewhere.

A sudden lurch made Genesis give a yelp, clutching the railing of the platform. She looked above to see the cables popping. One in particular looked as if it was going to give way any moment. Her eyes then traveled to the cause.

It is what seemed to be the center of attention for Addison. Zombies were moving at the broken metal stairs that led to the platform. Their weight was distressing it further.
There wasn’t too much they could do about either.

“Damn it all…”

Addison:

Addison listened to Genesis, understanding her completely, but was too fixated on the mass of dead things at the bottom of the broken stairs. The stairs held together by some of the same cables holding the platform up. She bit her lip, calculating different scenarios and moves, to see if it would be possible to take a few steps down, slice open some dead heads and get back to safety.

She was answer in a violent ‘no’ as the cables started giving way naturally under the added weight of those zombies actually smart enough to climb upward.

She had no choice but to inch her way back, closer to Genesis. Her best bet was to allow some of the zombies to share their space, as confined as it was, and dispatch of them. She could just let their bodies fall from the platform, alleviating the added weight.

The chink in her chain of thought was that the zombies were causing way too much movement on the fragile platform. It gave violent lurches, pops and pings as the suspension cables cried in protest.

She was nearly side by side with Genesis, giving the Lycan a despairing look. The platform shifted again.

The good news was that the zombies weight had broken the stairs off completely from the platform.

The bad news was that the sudden spring from the missing weight sent the platform rocking violently, one main cable snapping completely.

Addison fell across the railing, sheathing her sword quickly to gain a good handhold. It did no good, as the railing snapped, sending her falling down into the depths of the moaning, sticking mass of death.

She landed hard on her back, the air knocked from her lungs. She scrambled, however, to stand.

She came face to face with a zombie. It appeared to be female. A chunk of her cheek was gone, completely, exposing the teeth. Her nose had been bitten off and a mass of squirming, hungry maggots had taken up roost in each nasal cavity.

The dead thing opened and closed it mouth, moaning, its teeth snapping and clattering. Lawdy…the smell.

However, it made no move against Addison. She stood there, very still, wide eyed and staring into the rot and decay of this dead thing.

Her hand was on her sword, ready to pull it free.

None of the zombies were moving against her. They all clamored for Genesis, still clinging to the damaged platform. Their wiggling bodies clawing for the Lycan.

Addison blinked.

“What the fuck…”

This was definitely an advantage to be exploited. And yet, it raised about a million and one more questions about the situation the two crewmates had found themselves dumped in. There was no time to mull it over, however.

Addison unsheathed her sword and went on with attacking. She cleaved rotted skulls in two, sliced limbs from decayed bodies and took down as many of the dead things as she could. They still kept coming from the other side of the building though.

Her choices were few. But she had this weird advantage of seemingly being unappetizing to the dead things. She swathed a path through them, heading for the point of which they were flooding in.

She had found it. A large cargo door. There were all sorts of wires, very new looking, attached to it. It seemed to be releasing the zombies into the warehouse, probably from a freight truck, either by way of automatic timer or remote control.

She made short work of leaving those control wires in a heaping mess. The doors slammed shut, and wouldn’t be opened again. She took to one knee, resting for just a moment.

She turned back, however, to clear away more of the rotting husks. She could see Genesis clinging to the platform, staring wide eyed at her.

Addison took her sword and banged it against the metal door. The zombies, or at least some of them, turned their focus from Genesis to Addison herself. Or at least the noise she was making. The lumbered to her, making it easy to dispatch them.

RP pt 3- A walk amongst the Dead

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This is a Role Play I am currently working on for the Bloodletting game. I play both characters involved. They have a love/hate relationship pretty much. If you are interested in seeing just what the Bloodletting RPG is all about, check it out at Bloodletting.org
 If you decide you want to sign up and feel like getting one of my characters a little bank for it, use the following links

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.

RP pt.2 A walk amongst the Dead

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This is a Role Play I am currently working on for the Bloodletting game. I play both characters involved. They have a love/hate relationship pretty much. If you are interested in seeing just what the Bloodletting RPG is all about, check it out at Bloodletting.org.  
If you decide you want to sign up and feel like getting one of my characters a little bank for it, use the following links:
(Addison) http://www.bloodletting.org/other_pages/registration.php?user=149254
(Genesis) http://www.bloodletting.org/other_pages/registration.php?user=151855

Keep in mind, Genesis is a Lycan, and Addison is a Slayer, though was a former vampire. She’s the weird one of the two.

Part Two:

Genesis:

Genesis winced when Addison yelled about the smell of the place. Great. Sound drew these things, and here the little idiot was, screaming and ranting. She wanted to smack her crewmate in the head. Well, she always wanted to do that, but this was a justifiable reason.

As the dead thing approached and Addison moved to her feet, pulling out the creepy black sword of hers, Genesis took a step away. She didn’t want to accidentally touch it. She knew what it did to people.

She then shot a look of complete annoyance to Addison for her comments.

“Someone, whoever brought and dumped us here, took my weapons. All of them. Even found my hidden ones.” She said, her eyes scanning for higher ground. “And no, I cannot shift into my Crinos form. Gods, do you ever think things through?” She snarled.

She grabbed Addison by the back of her shirt, slowly leading the dark haired woman back with her, her eyes still taking in the structure of the building to find a defensive position.

“I can’t shift. These are zombies. I can’t bite or scratch at them. They are infected, be it viral, bacterial or even fungal. Me biting into them is sealing my own death…well…at least to become one in their ranks. And with no weapons, come on, let’s face it, I am the weaker of the two of us here.” She growled the last bit, completely disgusted at having to rely on Addison in any way.

Her foot kicked something that rolled and glimmered faintly. Genesis inspected the item, wary of picking it up. She could use it, however. A long piece of pipe, about the length of a baseball bat. Upon further inspection, she found signs that someone had already used it in the precise manner that she had planned. As a weapon against these things. A good smash in the head to splatter their brains.

This discovery only led to more questions in her head. Was this some sort of ‘proving ground’? Were people dropped here to feed the zombies? Were they here for someone else’s entertainment? Like an old gladiator tournament with the reanimated, hungry corpses?

If that was the case, someone was watching somewhere…her hazel eyes scanned for cameras. She didn’t see any obvious ones. No little blinking record lights. No newer or out of place looking wiring.

The moans of the dead were getting closer, however. She had to turn her attention back to them. The numbers were gaining.

“Okay Addison. You at least have your sword. I have a pipe. From what I gather, we are not the first to be dumped here like this. Now this poses the question as to who wanted this, why, and …why us? I mean, were we random, or chosen?”

The first of the zombies neared her and she swung the steel pipe like a baseball bat with all her might. A sharp metallic clang knocked the head off the dead thing. It not only knocked the head off, it dented it, warping the brittle bone, weathered skin and greyish black brain and blood over the end of the pipe. Genesis had to shake it off before sizing up her next zombie.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Addison was having no problem. It was even slightly disturbing that the other woman was smiling and singing a song of some sort…

Addison:

Cold blows the wind to my true love,
And gently falls the rain.
I never had but one true love,
And in greenwood he lies slain.

Addison swung her sword with skilled precision. Each arch, each sweep of the blade sung in her hand. Quite literally. The black blade pulsed with a tune only Addison could hear, and with it, she sang along merrily. It was a morbid little tune, but Addison sang it beautifully amidst the splattering of zombie flesh and bone.

I’ll do as much for my true love
As any a young girl may.
I’ll sit and mourn all on his grave
For twelve months and a day.

She watched out for Genesis, who, for not having any of her favorite toys, all her wonderful little guns, was doing a smash up job, literally, with the old piece of pipe she had found. The questions Genesis had posed to her were interesting ones, indeed. Who wanted them here? Was this a planned event for the two crewmates? A test of skills? An execution? Addison snorted. It would take more than zombies to bring her down.

And when twelve months and a day had passed,
The ghost did rise and speak,
“Why do you sit all on my grave
And will not let me sleep?”

Addison raised her sword high, bringing it directly down the middle of a zombies head. The frighteningly sharp blade slicing in and back out again with ease, like a hot knife through butter. She took note that Genesis was looking for higher ground. Probably a good idea, since she only had the steel pipe.

‘Tis I, ’tis I, thine own true love
That sits all on your grave
I ask one kiss from your sweet lips
And that is all that I crave.

The zombies seemed to be coming in from one direction of the warehouse. How they were getting in, Addison didn’t know. Nor did she know how many. All she knew for certain, was that the bodies were starting to pile up, and it reeked to high hell in the place. And the noise. While she and wolf-girl were quiet, well, other than her singing, the zombies seemed to focus in on the chorus of their own. How many more would be joining this party?

My breast is cold as the clay;
My breath is earthly strong.
And if you kiss my cold, clay lips,
You’re days will not be long.

Suddenly a zombie was charging her. This one was fast. It didn’t lumber like the others. Fresh. A fresh made zombie. They were usually pretty spry. Addison swung her blade upward, decapitating the foul thing, and though its body crumpled on the spot, its head was still very much active. Its slimy teeth and dead eyes locking on to Addison, mouth chomping at her. She sunk the tip of her blade cleanly through one of its blue-grey eyes.

Go fetch me water from the desert sand
And blood from out the stone.
Go fetch me milk from a fair maid’s breast
That young man has never known

She upped her awareness. One fast zombie only meant more would come. This seemed to be a grab-bag mix of the reanimated. She hoped one of the faster ones didn’t make it past her. Genesis wouldn’t have too great of odds with just the steel pipe. A freshly made zombie had hard bones, tough skin. And were much more avid in the endeavors to eat the flesh of the living.

How oft on yonder grave, Sweetheart
Where we were wont to walk—
The fairest flower that I e’re saw
Has withered to a stalk.

She inched her way closer to wolf-girls position. For any animosity between them, it would look pretty poorly if she let the other woman get eaten. Fun to watch, perhaps. But poor form, indeed. She took her eyes off the coming zombies for just a moment, to help Genesis find higher ground. They needed a chance to formulate a plan of some sort. If she were alone, Addison would have just ‘seat of the pants’ed it.

When shall we meet again, sweetheart?
When shall we meet again?
When the oaken leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up again.

Addison concluded her song when the blade did. She gave a bow to the oncoming zombies, all slower moving ones it seemed, and turned to Genesis. They had managed to put a good bit of distance between themselves and the dead things. Addison indicated with a nod of her head to Genesis.

“I think I’ve found you some high ground. If it will hold us…” She said, motioning to a suspended platform. She grabbed the other woman’s arm and made way for the platforms broken stairs. She looked to Genesis with a smarmy smile. “So, how does it feel to be nearly useless?”