[organex]

[silesiavandals]

[organex]

contd [x] @aceinthehcle

Chris had spotted the stranger on one of his cameras covering Area 3, hunkering in a corner and looking petrified. The techno-wizard might have blamed a first-hand experience with Biterz, but -- there was nobody there. No strains nearby, or even Vandals attempting to hunt down an escaped victim. It was as if the guy was seeing something Chris couldn’t, which was very rare. If he wanted, Chris could zoom onto the hairs on somebody’s arm. Eventually, he had enough of watching the stranger mumbling to himself, flinching, and shaking; it was painful to watch. He was alone, possibly vulnerable, and Chris couldn’t just sit around in the comfort of the bunker.

“I...not a lot, but I know the effects of drugs when I see it,” Chris returned, his voice calm, despite the other biting out his words. “I had a friend who was a paramedic, and he taught me some basic signs.” Nathan had watched drug-addicts scratch out their own eyes, but he couldn’t handle the thought of a desolate humanity. A no-hope future. Matthew was the one who found him, suffocated and hung. “Here, don’t do that. You’re hurting yourself.” Chris reached out to stop the man from digging his fingers into his own arms, but he was abruptly stopped by the objection.

“No -- no, I’m not leaving.” Chris strongly explained, remaining crouched in front of the male. It was already dangerous enough out here without the hindrance of drugs. He couldn’t imagine walking away, or anyone else for that matter. What if this had been his son, Lucas? He would have hoped that somebody had the heart to stop and give him medical attention. A hypocritical thought, really. He’d been too distracted with his work to notice his son choking not ten feet away from him. “Try your best to answer, okay? Take your time. Do you know what you’ve taken? Did anybody give you some drugs?” The Vandals were known to drug people, luring them into false promise of euphoria, but ending up using them for their dirty games. Was this one of their failed attempts?

[sundaiz]

having “feelings” is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch 

[organex]

aceinthehcle:

Jack had shrunk back at the horrible screeches, but the splicers– they weren’t splicers, not at all, but he didn’t know what else to call them– went down relatively easily. He had expected them to have some kind of immunity to electricity, or for them to hop back up and attack him after just a few moments, but it seemed as though he had effectively stopped them. Good. Good.

He was left standing in the middle of a circle of bodies, unharmed but breathing heavily.

His hand twitched and sparked as he brought it up as a warning to the man who had just appeared. The stranger wasn’t yelling like those other freaks, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous.

”Bullshit? …look, it doesn’t matter, just– don’t touch me.” The man wasn’t close enough to do anything to Jack, unless he had a long-ranged weapon or something similar to a plasmid. That fact wasn’t much of a comfort. “Don’t get any closer to me, or I’ll kill you.” He tried to sound calm and self-assured, but he couldn’t keep from clenching and unclenching his hand nervously. After killing those shrieking “splicers,” he felt pretty confident that he could handle himself in this place, but it was hard to feel cocky when nothing felt familiar and he lacked a guide.

This wasn’t Rapture– he didn’t have guns and ADAM and helpful little vending machines to keep him safe. Luckily, that meant that no one else around here had those things, either, so everyone was as disadvantaged as Jack was.

He looked over the man carefully and finally lowered his hand. “Do you know what those were?” They weren’t normal people, that was for damn sure. Jack wasn’t entirely sure this guy was, either. “Are more going to show up?”

Raising his eyebrows at the threat, though it was pointless since the paintball mask hid any of his expressions, Elwood raised both hands. An indication that he wasn’t going to try anything funny; nobody could control the Half-Life, but he knew the difference between being defiant and stupid. Wisely, he chose the peaceful option; who was he to mess with a guy who could produce lightning out of nowhere? It was unlikely that NisiNobis Technologies was responsible, otherwise there would be more sightings of individuals with the same abilities. But then again, Elwood was one-of-a-kind. Unique. Special. At least, that’s what Dr. Arati called him as she put him through vigorous testing, praising him afterwards for -- for surviving. Sick fucks. “Alright, mate, you’re good. I’ll stay right over here.” Elwood responded, in an attempt to calm the situation down. Like Hell he was going to shift a muscle with the threat of getting electrocuted looming over his head.

A flash of red out the corner of his eye had Elwood diverting his gaze towards a camera. Not just any camera; Chris’s macro camera. They couldn’t give him peace, at all -- of course they’d get Chris to do a quick sweep of the areas, searching for Elwood. The techno-wizard was always watching, which was a blessing and a curse; there was no privacy, but it was handy when they needed to locate you during an attack. Or where to collect your corpse. Despite feeling irritated that Chris was spying, Elwood also felt comforted; it was an extra pair of eyes, a witness, if this guy decided to fry him. There was no judicial system any more, but the boys could study his face and make sure to avoid him. Elwood came across as grumpy, and often called bitter, but there was a certain softness when he identified the others as friends. Family, if he was to be truthful. If they hadn’t discovered him on Elwood Avenue, after being abandoned through NinoTech’s collapse, then there was no way he’d be this tame.

During their pause, Elwood quickly glanced the man up and down. There was no red band, nor signs of him being a Vandal. It still didn’t rule out a ploy - a red herring - but the Half-Life was confidant in his ability to seek out one. If he was ambushed, then Chris was ready. Lowering his arms in time with the other male lowering his, Elwood snorted out a laugh, “Yeah. We named them.” As though it was obvious, “Those were Berzerkerz, Class 6 for their sporadic and unpredictable behaviour. Be lucky they weren’t Spitterz, or you’ll be riddled with acid burns. They’re Class 6 for being aware and smart. The last you’ll probably encounter are Biterz, Class 7 for spreading the virus. ” The male was tempted to remove his mask, but decided against it immediately. He often forgot that he looked like one of them. It would do no good to unnerve the twitchy-finger-lightning-guy. “And to answer your last question: probably. You made that much fucking noise, you might as well have sounded an alarm, mate.”

[amyfarrahs-deactivated20161015]

[letstakeapictute]

[organex]

ofapparitions:

        “You can?” Cooper wondered if this was going to be a new start for him, it’s not as if this new world could offer him something any better. Plus, the kid seemed nice enough to even consider letting him into their safe space. Cooper barely had a grasp on the world he’d been taken from, so dying and waking up in an apocalyptic hell hole had been a drastic surprise. “I mean–I could have.” Because he had. Cooper faltered, stopping in his tracks as he asks to see the bite, the dark fabric of his jacket covered it and despite it hurting he’d still thought it best to just ignore it. Maybe he was infected, maybe it just took a lot longer for the effects to begin to show, or maybe the fact that he was a little …  broken, messed everything up.

        “Okay but–you won’t hurt me, right?” His arm is outstretched now, and his other hand pulls his sleeve upwards; revealing a mess of a shirt now a little torn and blood stained. It clearly looks painful, and even despite that he can’t bring himself to ask for help. He needs it. “It bit me, I know it bit me, and I know I should be … whatever right now. But i’m not, and I feel completely fine … so.” Cooper is clearly a little panicked, but despite that he isn’t at any risk of turning. At least–he thinks so.

A warm smile appeared on Matthew’s face, “I won’t hurt you, don’t worry.” Out of the rest, he was the most understanding; he dreaded to think how the others would react to this situation. Not calmly, that’s for sure. Matthew was perplexed, understandably, since nobody was invincible against Nucl-X -- well, apart from Elwood, but his gene sequence already contained the Biter strain. He’s essentially immune, Matthew remembered Darren saying, and has the advantage over all of us. But now, as Cooper revealed the rather gruesome-looking bite, it looked like Elwood wasn’t the only one unaffected.

Despite a part of him wanting to steer clear - it might be a delayed reaction, after all - the UE reached out with his gloved hand and took Cooper’s arm. It was definitely Berzerker damage; he’d seen enough on corpses to know the difference between each strain. “I--this is so weird.” He spoke quietly, before taking off his backpack to retrieve non-alcoholic wipes, “This’ll have to do before we get to the bunker. It’s starting to look infected -- but don’t panic!” Matthew quickly added, patting over the area to clear some grime and blood, “Once we get to the bunker, I’ll get Darren to look at the bite. He’s our geneticist. Maybe he can explain why you’re not...y’know, turning.”  It was the best ressurance he could give as he offered Cooper an apologetic smile, "I'm sure it's a simple explanation, okay?"

[fuckyeaheverythingeverything]

[organex]

@aceinthehcle has encountered The Failed Test Subject 💀

“Elwood, where are you? Your location isn’t showin’.”

The hand-held radio crackled to life in the back of Elwood’s satchel, which was thrown in the backseat. It was a wreck, but the vehicle provided peace. Not only were the windows smashed, but the wheels had been stolen, and part of the chassis had rusted away to reveal the concrete pavement below. Whoever drove this car had been in a hurry, considering the front of it being wrapped around a lamp-post; it was still a nice spot to get away from Darren. Elwood was pretty sure the bastard had been extra heavy-handed when administering his dose of Subdex, the needle stabbed into the back of neck with such force that Elwood actually growled. Needless to say, it ended with Chris restraining the Half-Life, whilst Matthew stood between the two males in the vain hope of preventing a blow-up. 

Elwood wasn’t the confrontational type - he wouldn’t have actually hurt Darren -  but he had a sharp tongue. Rather than stay in the bunker any longer, Elwood decided to storm out, switching off the tracker on his portable monitor. Chris’s voice reminded the male to switch off his radio, as well. “Fuck off.” It was muttered halfheartedly; he didn’t have a problem with Chris, after all. Sniffing up, Elwood was about to pull the hood of his jacket back over his head when he heard them; Berzerkerz. It was difficult to mistake the chorus of screeching -- an awful sound that would strike fear in even the bravest of people, and an indicator that death was imminent unless you started running. Very fast. People always underestimated how fast Berzerkerz could run.  

Sitting up, Elwood spotted the Berzerkerz easily enough, zoned in on an individual. Peace be gone, the Half-Life grimaced; he wouldn’t be quick enough to save them, no matter how hard he tried. But a flash of light made him look again, and he watched as the man...electrocuted them? Grabbing his satchel and placing his paintball mask back on, Elwood opened the car door and stood outside, just in time to see the last Berzerker twitch and fall. He wanted to say something sarcastic, perhaps even witty, but all he could muster was a quick, “What’s this bullshit?”

[organex]

[fdtdsource]

[organex]

“I’ll kill the asshole that did this to you.”

–💀–

“Don’t be stupid,” Elwood muttered, reaching up to wipe away excess blood from his lip using the sleeve of his SPC. “What does violence solve in a world already full of death?” If only the group of Vandals who attacked Elwood took that to heart. Bunch of arseholes. His face was an explosion of red streaks, as though it was some sort of fancy firework display on his pale expanse of skin. On the right-hand side of his forehead, a huge gash explained where all the blood was coming from; it was a gruesome sight, but the Half-Life looked unfazed. A regular occurrence, it seemed, at least for him. “Just go back to the bunker, Aisling. Leave me alone.” There was more fire to his words than was meant, a bitterness biting out. How ironic, considering what he was. It was what he was that landed him into this mess, sitting on the kerb with his head resting between his spread knees, staring at the ever-growing puddle of red around his boots.

The Vandals wanted to provoke him. To make him angry, make him bite. But Elwood resisted, despite the growing anger inside of him, and let them throw rocks. It was small rocks at first, and not enough to do any damage, but it was the brick that hit him square on the head which left him sprawled on the pavement. They didn’t kill him, nor kidnap him for a Death Cage Event, but being left alone - out cold - on the streets was far more dangerous. There was no risk of being infected, but Chris had once shown him CCTV footage of a Biter eating the corpse of a Spitter; it kept him awake that night. Nobody was safe.

“I’ll be fine.” Elwood added, as he noticed the girl’s hesitance. Lifting his head up, the world a blur for a few seconds, the Half-Life narrowed his eyes towards her. The best he could with blood in his eye, however. It stung as it dried to his skin, and he briefly closed his eyes to stop the dizziness he was feeling. A sudden thought occurred to him, however, and he quickly refocused, “Where’s -- my backpack, where is it?” A panicked demand. “Aisling, my Subdex. It must be past my scheduled dose. For fuck’s sake.” He must have been out-cold for hours, and he’d only had the one dose that morning. 

[comalard]

I swing both ways ;)

Violently. With a bat. Come get some motherfuckers.

[gregador]

[youngbxker]

@organex cont from ( x )

She was so afraid. Terrified, even. Lillian had never expected to find this when she finally decided to follow Matthew; to see what he was doing and where he was going all those times he had left without anyone noticing.

But this had never crossed her mind. Her mind had gone to other things when she first caught the boy doing it; she found out through sheer coincidence, watching him leave when she thought the sound of the bunker door opening was Elwood coming back from kitten central. The half Biter had decided to venture there alone, partially because he needed the alone time, but also due to the fact that both Chris and Darren seemed very keen on keeping Lillian indoors, with it being close to dusk. The little girl was upset about it, of course, but everyone had assured her everything would be fine. Though she stayed up anyways, looking at cameras with now the worry over her fellow kitty club member as well as the usual concern for her original group weighing on her mind.

Then, at too late of a time for comfort, she decides to just wait by the door, thinking it as the likelier place he would come into the bunker from. What she didn’t expect to find there, though, when the quiet screeching of metal on concrete sound through that hall, is the urban explorer making his escape. It makes her worry even more, but she can’t just go out there and chase him; it’s too dangerous now. So she sits, back leaned against one of the walls and waits. And waits. Then Elwood’s waking her up, startling her with the worried expression on his face. She wraps her arms around his neck, holding back little sobs, asking him about everything, why Matthew went out after him; did something go wrong, was he okay…He didn’t see Matthew? He’s in his room, sleeping when both of them checked on him, the little girl poking him in the cheek to confirm for herself. But then why…?

It happens again a week or two later, but this time in the morning, when the group’s still sleeping or too into their daily routine to notice him leave. But Lillian does, being too restless to sleep and just wandering the halls of the bunker. And she waits, again, for what seems like forever, until Chris calls to her and asks what’s wrong. She tells him her story but he just shakes his head, ‘I would’ve seen him, sweetheart. C’mon, he’s probably somewhere.’ He’s eating breakfast alone, looking a little gloom before he notices the two of them walk up to him, smiling as toast pops out of the toaster. Chris just ruffles her hair and grins down at the little girl before joining the boy, leaving her in a moment of stunned silence. She eats quietly with them then, staring at both of the men and watching as the others enter and join their conversation, deep in thought. Was she dreaming? Was she maybe just too tired; was she just seeing things? 

She decides to test it the next time she sees him leave; during a time when Chris leaves to go fix one of his cameras. A perfect time for no one to catch him leaving, except for the little girl, her father’s barely loaded gun tucked in her jacket pocket just in case anything bad occurs. Following him out, it feels like she’s holding her breath with every step she takes, hiding behind everything and being weary of every footfall, not wanting to get caught. It seems like this little game would go on forever, until they reached some sort of warehouse, with Lillian hesitating to enter as soon as Matthew closed the door quickly behind him. Was this alright? What if she gets caught by Matthew as soon as she enters, how upset will he be with her? But her curiousity and concern over her friend made her dubious thoughts disappear, going up and opening the door after him.

Then the sounds were clearly heard. Those grotesque, nightmare inducing sounds that could only come from one horrifying things. Her gun is immediately drawn from her jacket pocket, flicking the safety off as she runs further into the run down building, finding Matthew in a shaking lorry, screaming his name and then raising her weapon…No. A biter in a cage, Matthew kneeling in front of it, something in his hand—This was bizarre. Standing, shivering yet frozen in her place, not even reacting to the man’s surprised yells, she tries to think of what she’s just seen. At first, her whole image of Matthew changes. He must be a Darren 2.0; testing things on Biterz, seeing how they react. But no, the thing in his hand is a screwdriver, he finishes screwing a corner of the cage while he yells things over his shoulder, it must’ve gotten loose. Then she can’t think of anything, confusion rising as he hops out and closes the lorry door, seeing the monster reach a hand through the bars as if it wanted to grab Matthew; wanted to grab her, and the man is just unfazed. Her eyes follow him as he slumps against the wheel, gun falling from her hands as she snaps out of her trace at the sound of the beast tossing their selves around, the clacking sounds the weapon makes as it hits the ground barely registering with her. She listens to Matthew speak, hears him cry, hears him plead, but the whole situation in her eyes was just…

Sickening and Saddening. Nothing else could explain it.

All of her being finally catches up to her current state; she feels sick, knees buckling as she covers her mouth before any bile could go anywhere besides a little trickle down her chin. She swallows and breathes shallow breaths, shaking and making herself so small as she stares at Matthew. She’s terrified of his words; they sounded so crazy; they remind her too much of that woman from her group. Her name was Martha, and she traveled with her son, Henry, a boy a little over Lillian’s age. Along the way they group was surprised and attacked, and her son turned, but she kept his body tied to a lamp post near their new base of operations, unknown to the group until one of the other girls had found him. Her father had let him go then, to run free, but she had followed after him, and then she was found be Lillian, shambling along, and she would’ve met her own fate if Matthew hadn’t saved her. She didn’t want him to go down that road. 

“ …Y-You can’t get him back now. ” The first words out of her mouth, pessimistic lines being foreign to the girl’s sayings, but the only things that she felt to say now. “ He’s long gone; he’s just a monster now, and you of all people should know that. ” Pausing and looking away from him, she finally sees her dropped gun, the gears turning in her head before tears start to well up in her eyes. “ I-I won’t tell any of them, ” She starts, grabbing the weapon and letting out a sob as she starts to get to her feet, hating herself already for the course of action she planned to take, “ Because there won’t be anything to tell. O-Okay? This’ll be for the best, and you won’t have it weighing down on you anymore, okay? ”

[organex]

Just a monster.

Despite the previous tears and the fear he felt, Matthew hadn’t felt so hurt as he did when Lillian uttered that word. Monster. It took a moment for the urban explorer to get over his shock, expression frozen in disbelief as he stared at the young girl, but when he did, anger replaced all that instantaneously. Shooting up from his position on the ground, Matthew’s left hand curled into a tight fist whilst his right was used to point sharply at Lillian, “How--how dare you call him a monster!” His best friend was no such thing. There were no longer tears in the teenager’s eyes, his vision blinded by disgust; she didn’t know his story. 

She didn’t know about how Benny saved him from killing himself on top of the transformer, minutes away from his family home where nobody looked at him twice. She didn’t know the impact Benny had on his life, or how he wouldn’t have gotten through this epidemic had he chosen to shoot the other male once he turned. Benny was the reason for him directing all that anger he felt, all the sadness and boredom that pushed him to climb that transformer, into urban exploring instead; without Benny, Matthew would have simply been another statistic in teenage suicide rates. But now, all that pent-up anger came crashing back, especially seeing the gun. Matthew screamed at the young girl--

“--Get away! Leave me alone!” Irritation was clear on the young male’s face as he saw the stranger approaching the bottom of the transformer, looking up at him. It was difficult to see from so high up, but he looked about his age, perhaps a little older. Either way, Matthew wanted him to leave; he had only just managed to pluck up enough courage to jump, but the stranger had startled him by shouting ‘stop!’. Now he had to start over, and it had already taken him a good hour to consider. “Go away!” He shouted down once more, fingers gripping the cool metal bar he was sat upon, knuckles already turning white from how much he was squeezing; was it frustration causing that, or subconscious fear? There was always a part in a suicidal person’s mind that tried convincing them to climb down, but Matthew refused to budge; he wasn’t a quitter.

“What’s your name?”

Matthew glared down at the other male, the best he could through his tears; everything was blurry and the concrete below circled, causing his head to feel fuzzy and strange. He didn’t want some pleasant chat. He was done with talking, because nobody listened in the end. Having to constantly talk over his four siblings in the vain attempt for attention was tiring, and he never received an answer after all that. They hadn’t noticed how quiet he had gotten lately, nor the fact that he was hardly ever in the house; instead, he would wander the streets, or commit to thieving off small shops. He had quit his education - it wasn’t stimulating enough - and it was by the end of the week where he decided to end it. He was bored of life, and it was the only option available to him. “Fuck off!” 

“Fuck off? That’s a funny name. I’m Benjamin, but I like Benny more. Mind if I come up?” It was rhetorical, apparently, as Matthew watched Benny make light work of climbing up the transformer, before joining the younger male by his side, “Hi, Fuck Off. Y’know, there’s better places to see the sunset than this thing. You’d be amazed if I showed you, and I’m sure there’s places you could show me, as well.” Perhaps it was the kindness in his voice, or the fact that he wanted to include Matthew, but the fifteen-year-old found himself spilling everything. From his family, his school, down to how he couldn’t get rid of the anger inside of him. And Benny just sat and listened to his frustrated ramblings, letting the teenager say what he wanted to say with no interruption. It was all Matthew wanted; somebody to shut up and let him talk for once. 

Instead of trying to talk him down, Benny ended up convincing Matthew to climb up with him. To climb from this metal bar to the next, risking his own life to get Matthew’s anger out; he knew just what the boy needed. Something to do. And that was how Matthew was given a promise to keep by Benny; anytime he felt angry, sad, or bored, he would come to Benny and they could explore. Matthew had never heard of urban exploring before, but it was first time in forever that he looked forward to doing something. A reason to wake up.

Matthew stood at the back of the lorry, pressing his back against the doors; he was not going to let Lillian anywhere near Benny, even at the threat of a gun. “You can’t make a decision for me,” Matthew retorted; she hadn’t even asked whether he wanted to shoot Benny. She had made the decision straight away. “I thought you of all people would understand, but I was wrong.” A look of disgust appeared, and Matthew shook his head at the young girl; he couldn’t comprehend that Lillian would even suggest such a thing. All this shouting had Benny riled up once more, and Matthew gasped as the lorry began shaking, followed by grotesque groans that seemed to echo and get louder; it was a reminder that Benny was no longer human. But the urban explorer didn’t accept that fact; they were so close to a cure that he believed his best friend would come back to him. 

Just like somebody they both knew. “You’re a hypocrite!” Matthew blurted out, glancing down at the gun in Lillian’s hand, before glaring up at the girl. There was pure anger in that glare, but despondency made an appearance in his eyes, “Elwood -- he’s...he’s half-Biter. You were scared of him at first, but because he still has his human side, you won’t shoot him?” Matthew winced at his own words; it wasn’t Elwood’s fault that he was like that, and the teenager hated how Darren treated him like just another experiment, but he, too, was waiting for the cure. Just like he was waiting for it to save Benny. “We’re both waiting for the cure. The cure will revert the infected back to their human side, so why can’t Benny have that? What makes him so different to Elwood, huh? Why doesn’t he get the chance?” The fact that he was a full Biter was one, but it was the same logic. Matthew sniffed up, getting rid of his final tears by the wipe of his sleeve, “He’s not harming anyone! The cage holds. I’ve never let him out. I’ve kept him here for three years without anybody finding out, so longer won’t hurt. Just until this cure is completed.”

“Please. What if this was your father? What if...what if he was infected, and you had the chance to bring him back? And then I come along and threaten to shoot him. How would you feel?”

[organex]