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Jan. 14th, 2005 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morganknightHappy New Year.
Which actually began with a zombie horde. After all those months and months of waiting, back they came at last. Needless to say, it didn't go well at first. We got trapped -- me and Seamus and Angelin and Jeremiah and 'Anya and Duncan and some dwarf, oddly enough -- in the basement of the Rose. Things were ugly as hell. We outfought a mutant but they turned out to have some cybernetic regeneration properties. Dakota got through the mass to reach Angelin after getting bitten four times, the dumbass.
So they were are trapped, with two vampires running low on blood, two infected people, and no sign of rescue from the outside world. Dakota discovers he can actually control the zombies a little, because he was infected with boss-mutant virus. We make a mass-break for 'Anya's lab. Dakota and Angelin go down. Seamus goes down outside of zombie range.
We nearly lost them -- Angelin and Dakota. Inches away from it. But we didn't.
Things got a little better from there. And when I say a little better, I mean I don't know what shit happened to other people while I wasn't with them. We all split up -- Seamus and Jeremiah went to look for Katie, Angelin and Dakota to look for Topher, Duncan off on his own thing. I was against it all, really, but there was no stopping them once they got in in their heads to go. I was smart. I didn't tell them my plan. I was going to kill Dysart.
I can be honest here. It was probably suicidal. Especially after having seen the thing, I don't believe I could have outfought it. Admittedly, I didn't actually try, and I have some ideas on how I could have done it that might have succeeded. Might have. But ultimately... that really didn't matter. I made the right decision in going to try, and that at least gives me some hope for myself and my way of thinking.
We ended up a pretty motley crew. I ran into Don, Syd, Angelin, and Jeremiah on the way there. We swam through a lake of liquified zombie -- a thought that is burned into my brain for all eternity, and something I'd have nightmares about constantly if I my dreaming wasn't lucid -- and into the secret zombie lab. And there we met Dysart.
And I got to be bait. Which means that tired, exhausted, rubber-legged me got to run the length of the laboratoy, with madman monster mutant Dysart inches on my heels, to something called an air stasis chamber. And I made it. I MADE IT, and I lured him in there, and I got out alive. And they vaporized him.
Hell yeah. I kicked ass.
Poor Sashra was, is, remains a mess, after everything. I found her walled up in the depths of the Blackrock, an emotional wreck. She won't tell me what happened, but knowing her, I can guess. She wakes up in the middle of the night a lot, lately. I don't know if she knows that I know that. I do what I can for her. I hold her close, and try to comfort her, and... admire and despair, at the same time, the fact that she's going on and pretending like nothing has happened.
I accidentally asked her to move in with me. Heh, Katie is right about me... I said it without thinking, and she took it seriously. It's not a regret, but a worry, if that makes any sense. Are we moving too fast? What if something should happen? Am I just setting myself up for more pain? These thoughts preoccupy me -- but then I come home, and she's there. And we curl up together, without her being off somewhere else, or at the Blackrock. It's quietly amazing. We don't have a relationship like other people seem to, but it's a good one.
I'm happy. I worry, but I'm happy.
Which actually began with a zombie horde. After all those months and months of waiting, back they came at last. Needless to say, it didn't go well at first. We got trapped -- me and Seamus and Angelin and Jeremiah and 'Anya and Duncan and some dwarf, oddly enough -- in the basement of the Rose. Things were ugly as hell. We outfought a mutant but they turned out to have some cybernetic regeneration properties. Dakota got through the mass to reach Angelin after getting bitten four times, the dumbass.
So they were are trapped, with two vampires running low on blood, two infected people, and no sign of rescue from the outside world. Dakota discovers he can actually control the zombies a little, because he was infected with boss-mutant virus. We make a mass-break for 'Anya's lab. Dakota and Angelin go down. Seamus goes down outside of zombie range.
We nearly lost them -- Angelin and Dakota. Inches away from it. But we didn't.
Things got a little better from there. And when I say a little better, I mean I don't know what shit happened to other people while I wasn't with them. We all split up -- Seamus and Jeremiah went to look for Katie, Angelin and Dakota to look for Topher, Duncan off on his own thing. I was against it all, really, but there was no stopping them once they got in in their heads to go. I was smart. I didn't tell them my plan. I was going to kill Dysart.
I can be honest here. It was probably suicidal. Especially after having seen the thing, I don't believe I could have outfought it. Admittedly, I didn't actually try, and I have some ideas on how I could have done it that might have succeeded. Might have. But ultimately... that really didn't matter. I made the right decision in going to try, and that at least gives me some hope for myself and my way of thinking.
We ended up a pretty motley crew. I ran into Don, Syd, Angelin, and Jeremiah on the way there. We swam through a lake of liquified zombie -- a thought that is burned into my brain for all eternity, and something I'd have nightmares about constantly if I my dreaming wasn't lucid -- and into the secret zombie lab. And there we met Dysart.
And I got to be bait. Which means that tired, exhausted, rubber-legged me got to run the length of the laboratoy, with madman monster mutant Dysart inches on my heels, to something called an air stasis chamber. And I made it. I MADE IT, and I lured him in there, and I got out alive. And they vaporized him.
Hell yeah. I kicked ass.
Poor Sashra was, is, remains a mess, after everything. I found her walled up in the depths of the Blackrock, an emotional wreck. She won't tell me what happened, but knowing her, I can guess. She wakes up in the middle of the night a lot, lately. I don't know if she knows that I know that. I do what I can for her. I hold her close, and try to comfort her, and... admire and despair, at the same time, the fact that she's going on and pretending like nothing has happened.
I accidentally asked her to move in with me. Heh, Katie is right about me... I said it without thinking, and she took it seriously. It's not a regret, but a worry, if that makes any sense. Are we moving too fast? What if something should happen? Am I just setting myself up for more pain? These thoughts preoccupy me -- but then I come home, and she's there. And we curl up together, without her being off somewhere else, or at the Blackrock. It's quietly amazing. We don't have a relationship like other people seem to, but it's a good one.
I'm happy. I worry, but I'm happy.
