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Old 10-29-2005, 01:29 PM   #1
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Default Creep World: The Signal and The Station

PART 1:
http://www.flashflashrevolution.com/...wtopic&t=37493
PART 2:
http://www.flashflashrevolution.com/...wtopic&t=37533


“What? We’re not bringing anything up here. I really don’t think they even saw us come up here,” Eric chided.

“It still stands that you have to leave because they will come, do you not understand that?” The young man cried.

Eric nodded and the group slowly made their way to the back of the roof, where the door into the building stood tall. Eric reached out and tried pulling the door, but it didn’t budge. He tried pushing it, but it didn’t budge.

“Oh, that door is locked,” the voice from behind them called, “It shut behind me and I can’t get it open. Silly stuff, huh? It’s not like I could even get back to my flat anyway, the power being out. I can’t ride the elevator back down.”

“So… You’ve been up here since the power went out yesterday?” Iggy turned to face him.

“Yes.”

“So much for Darwinism…”

“Wait a second,” Eric called, “You’ve been up here since yesterday? You must’ve heard me fighting those things…”

“Yes, actually. I watched. Quite exhilarating.”

“And you didn’t do anything about it at ALL?”

“What was I supposed to do? Heroically throw myself from this building and then let you use one of my legs as a cudgel?”

“No, but-“

“Alright then, shut up.”

“But you-“

“Shut up.”

“Alright, Wheels, you know what? You’re stuck up on this roof. The building next door is on fire, and we’ve got a guy here that’s possibly strong enough to open that door. But we’re not going to leave it open for you, so I think this is where we part ways, thankfully,” Eric began to make his way back to the door, Gopher and Iggy in tow when the voice called out from behind them.

“I know things. I know that I’m not long for this world,” they kept walking, “I know that I am but a weak, frail young man,” they kept walking, “And I know where some people might be…” They stopped.

Eric walked back.

“Alright, you have ten seconds. Talk.”

“I have a battery operated radio under this blanket, and every so often a signal comes through. It’s not much, it just sounds like Morse code, but I was never in the scouts so I can’t figure it out. It’s coming from a local station as well.”

“What’re the call letters, Wheels?”

“WXRP 1118.”

“That’s less than four miles away from here,” He turned to face the group who was waiting patiently by the door. “We’re going to head there. Seems like there might be more in the way of people that are alive. Thanks for the information, Wheels. It was a pleasure.”

“Wait! I thought you were going to take me with you!?”

“We are. I was just messing around,” Eric said as he positioned himself towards the back of the wheelchair and began to push it towards the door that Gopher was furiously trying to open. After three minutes, the door popped, came off of its hinges and clattered to the ground.

“How do you plan on getting me down these stairs? They’re awful…”

“Two options: We throw you over the railing or you stop asking questions and let Gopher carry you.”

“The second one sounds a great deal more pleasant.”

And so it was, the strong man carrying the weakest down the old stairs as Eric and Iggy took turns leading the chair down, carefully making sure it didn’t break. In a short span, they were on the ground level, facing the street.

“I think we should stick to back-alleys if we’re going to do this without any attention drawn to ourselves,” Eric began.

“No. We stick to the main road. They like to set small spaces on fire, remember? I don’t want to be in a small space in my chair when something like that happens. Let’s go the main road,” Wheels answered, pushing his glasses up his nose, slick with sweat.

“Alright… We’ll go the main road. Anyone have a problem with this?”

Iggy and Gopher both raised their hands.

“My vote counts for more. I’m disabled. I count for three votes…”

“Iggy, Goph… Lemme have a word with you over here. Wheels, stay put,” Eric said as he put the brakes on the wheels.

“I’ve got a gun, what’s the worst that could happen? I bet you a hundred bucks that by the time we get to the station, we won’t have one enoucounter at all.”

Gopher and Iggy nodded underneath the staircase, when a Creep ran out from between them at Eric, its knife drawn. Eric promptly shot it in the head.

“That doesn’t count.”

-

They had been walking for almost two hours with not sighting of a Creep, in total silence. The streets were empty, toys on stoops but no child to play with them. Had they all been killed as well?

“Wheels, what’s your story?” Iggy questioned.

“What?”

“Well, we all have a story. My name’s not really Iggy for one, so I guess that’s part of my story. What’s yours?”

“My name is Ignatius, not ‘Wheels’. I’ve lived in that apartment for most of my life, and I always had friendly neighbors that were willing to help me when I needed it and back the hell off when I didn’t. I had myself locked in my pantry when they raided the building, and they even came into my apartment. I had one of those child-safety door-knob things on my door from the last tenants and they couldn’t quite figure out how to get it. They gave up after a while, but I stayed in there until I needed a can-opener. My building was empty, but I wasn’t sure about the rest of the city. I grabbed my radio and took the elevator to the roof, where the door locked and the power went out. I’ve been up there ever since listening to the taps of that radio station, until you all came along.”

“So, does that mean you’re thanking us?” Gopher questioned.

“Not a chance in hell. I would have rather starved than go on this suicide mission.”

With that, Eric stopped pushing the wheelchair and began to walk ahead.

“Just kidding,” Wheels cried out, “I was only just kidding.”

“Point still stands, I’m not pushing you anymore. Any other of these kind fellows would like to, that’s up to them. You can damn well wheel yourself the other four blocks to the station, and you can also stop talking down to us.”

Iggy and Gopher walked past, and Wheels began to move himself.

“I don’t know why I came, this is a ba-“

“SHUT UP!” All three cried at once.

-

They reached the building in a few minutes time. It stood taller than the surrounding fixtures, with a revolving door.

“Wheels, getting in here is going to be a toughie for you. Look at that revolving door! How on Earth are you going to tackle that?” Gopher chided.

Wheels went to the side of the revolving door, and opened a regular outward swinging door.

“That way, you obtuse moron.”

“That’s enough, Wheels,” Eric said, drawing his gun and walking through the revolving doors.

The only source of light in the lobby was the sun pouring in through the windows. Eric checked the reference desk…

“We are here. The radio station is… Thirty floors up. Alright, I can do that. Can you all manage thirty floors?”

Gopher nodded, Iggy nodded, Wheels gave him the finger.

“Does anyone want to carry Wheels?”

No one moved.

“Gopher, can you carry Wheels?”

“Down ten flights isn’t a problem, but up thirty? Let’s just stick him in the closet over there.”

The closet door opened, letting light in. There wasn’t much inside, save for three flashlights on a shelf and a two way radio.

“Wheels, we’re giving you a flashlight, and if at anytime you need to contact us, you have the radio. You survived in a pantry before, you can survive in here. We’ll be back to get you with more people in tow, hopefully.”

“Alright, just don’t forget about me.”

“We won’t. We’re not all stupid here,” Gopher consoled him, reaching for a flashlight.

The door shut.

Iggy, Gopher and Eric began to make their way to the stairwell when Iggy collapsed to the ground, crying.

“Oh, my head. It feels like something is stabbing me in the head… Oh God, what is this?” He began to writhe as Eric knelt down beside him.

“Iggy. Iggy, are you alright?”

Iggy stopped moving.

Eric shook him lightly.

“Iggy, are you alright?”

“Yes… I just blacked out for a second. What happened?”

“You said something about getting stabbed? I don’t know. You weren’t making much sense.”

“Huh. I don’t remember that,” he said, rising to his feet, “Let’s get to the stairs.”

The stairwell was deserted except for the body of a Creep and the body of a security guard.

“Alright, Iggy, take his gun. Let’s get moving. We have a lot of stairs to climb.”

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Old 10-29-2005, 02:02 PM   #2
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Default RE: Creep World: The Signal and The Station

I can that "motley crew" sort of thing going on in this part and as the story continued, but that's alright. One thing that I liked so far is that the characters are more realistic. None of them sport an excessive "gung-ho" or attitude.
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Old 10-29-2005, 03:43 PM   #3
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Default RE: Creep World: The Signal and The Station

Awesome, you used my line.

Anyways, only thing that confused me was this

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“Well, we all have a story. My name’s not really Iggy for one, so I guess that’s part of my story. What’s yours?”

“My name is Ignatius, not ‘Wheels’. I’ve lived in that apartment for most of my life, and I always had friendly neighbors that were willing to help me when I needed it and back the hell off when I didn’t.
I thought Iggy was Ignatius, not Wheels as well? Did I read something wrong?
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Default Re: RE: Creep World: The Signal and The Station

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Awesome, you used my line.

Anyways, only thing that confused me was this

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“Well, we all have a story. My name’s not really Iggy for one, so I guess that’s part of my story. What’s yours?”

“My name is Ignatius, not ‘Wheels’. I’ve lived in that apartment for most of my life, and I always had friendly neighbors that were willing to help me when I needed it and back the hell off when I didn’t.
I thought Iggy was Ignatius, not Wheels as well? Did I read something wrong?
I think Iggy just wanted to be called Ignatius in the second part.

By the way, did you notice that we were the first two posters just like in the last thread? =/

EDIT: Correction: Iggy wanted to be called Ignatious. There was a slight difference that would change the pronounciation. Apologies.
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So, Wheels name is Ignatius, and Iggy wants to be called Ignatius as well? I viewed that as a typo.

Yea, i'm disappointed in the lack of discussion going on, I've been discussing this story with Mal, and it is promising.
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Iggy's real name is Bert: He just wanted to be called Ignatious because he thought it sounded cool...

And then the guy who is really named Ignatius is a dick. I might change it and have Iggy say something about the name being off.

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