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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 19, 2008 23:26:47 GMT -5
All the bonfires around here are now burnt out entirely and all the caravans are ransacked. Some people managed to hightail it with their caravan before the worst happened, but most weren't so lucky. Blood covered tents really bring out the feeling of those 80's horror movies. Some canoes are beached near the circular river if you feel like rowing to safety, just be careful of what's beneath the water though, the constant bubbling near the shores are a little unnerving for most as to what is causing them exactly.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 15, 2010 18:27:43 GMT -5
Once the helicopter had landed on the camp site, grounds, Jack had jumped out of the back, slapping the hoodie over his shoulder as he took a look around. The ground had already been in 3 inches of snow. The soldier had his handgun in hand as he took a careful look around, his clear grey eyes taking in his environment.
The Arc fellow had told him previously that he hadn't seen his sister around, of course through his experience and training, he was certain Arc had been keeping something. Most worried family members would have grabbed him, roughed him up and stuck a gun in his face to get all information out, seeing as how it wouldn't be too hard since he was obviously of greater training than he was.
Jack, being Jack, however, knew there must've been an actual reason. Arc didn't seem the type to be a murderer or anything dangerous. He'd get it out of him in time. Until then, he could only hope the pilot and soldier would take him to Emily.
"It looks clear enough," he said in his thick accent.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 15, 2010 23:57:28 GMT -5
"All clear for landing, Griff. Ill stay here and keep watch while you two find better shelter." The chopper lowered to the ground, as Arc opened up the door to let Jack get outside first. After grabbing the .45 from the back, he went out into the cold, and moved quickly behind Jack. The man had the right idea, getting the jump on their surroundings before anything else. But the main issue here was Arc wasnt trained for winter conditions. He wouldnt let it slow him down any, but he was used to the jungles of South America.
While Jack announced it was clear enough to start looking around the campsite, Arc noticed there were a large number of tents around the area. Most of which had been blown down by now, but there was a few campers parked around the area. Staying behind Jack, he stopped suddenly, feeling light headed and a jolt of pain in his arm which forced him to cringe himself down. Before giving himself away, he eased up straight, and spoke out to Jack. "We should check these campers, theyll supply some refuge until the snow stops."
Before getting too far, Arc heard radio static, and saw that it was coming from the pilots radio in the chopper. He could make out several words, but nothing to put into perspective. Quickly rushing back to see who the transmission was from, Arc listened to the radio with the pilot. After hearing the voice on the other end, he looked up, and called to Jack. "We need to head out asap, duty calls. Keep whatever you took, and take this radio, update me within the next 48 hours, alright?" With that, Arc jumped in the back of the chopper, picking up the radio, and spoke into the headset as the chopper lifted off the ground. "So whats the situation?"
[Arc now leaving the Caravan park/Camp site]
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Post by NotAvailable on Apr 19, 2010 1:58:34 GMT -5
Jack watched the chopper rise into the air. He slung his bag over his shoulder and saluted upward to them. "Aye, I will. Tanks again!" he said. As he watched them inevitably drift farther and farther away until turning around and walking through the snow. He wasn't sure were he was going to go next to find Emily, but hopefully it was here somewhere since this was her home.
"Crap city," he muttered, chuckling to himself.
[Jack has left the campsite]
((I know, very short, but he's leaving soo...yeah))
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Post by Southern Son on Jun 12, 2011 0:19:34 GMT -5
*The two noticed that they have driven into an area that's filled with nature. A lot of green, so to say. That's what appeared to Warren. However, Wes saw that they were a genocide here just by observing the details of their surroundings. Limbs, blood, gun shells, you name it, was literally every where. Warren spotted some cabins on the empty road a few meters ahead, and pointed to them to gain Wes' attention.*
• Warren: "Ay, looks like we're ina boy scout place." • Wes: "Boy scouts? I dun think so. We need to check this place out. See if we can find anything."
*Warren pulled into the dirt, where they were carts, and caravans all tilted over, as if something rammed them, or if something really powerful threw them. Unbuckling their seat belts, and cautiously stepping out onto the soil. Slamming the doors shut, although they didn't want to slam them too shut to draw attention. Wes had his DSIII strapped on to him, but he pulls out his Python instead.*
• Warren: "Ay Wessy, think we might find some Copenhagen?" • Wes: "Oh my god, Warren... You just had to mention that... Now I won't get Copenhagen outta my mind." • Warren: "Me neither..." • Wes: "Well ya know what they say; outta sight, outta mind. " • Warren: "Who said that?" • Wes: "I did. Didncha hear meh?"
*The two let out a small laugh, as they approach one of the cabin houses our of many. Warren wielded a shotgun of some sort, as Wes held onto his Python expecting anything close range. They come to the door, to see it was already open. Warren sticks his head in there, and looks throughout the house before entering.
Wes follows, checking every corner as he aims the Python. They both separate, looking for any sign of movement, or anything suspicious. Eventually having covered the cabin house, to see nothing alive or dead inside. They both meet in the living room section, to regroup. Wes takes another gander around, to spot a set of stairs.*
• Wes: "I'mma go check upstairs, err." • Warren: "Okay, I gotcha six covered."
*Wes slowly creeps up the wooden set of stairs. Noticing that every step, causing the floor to creek. Warren stayed behind him, ensuring his protection from behind or sides. Reaching the top, to see they were only two rooms there for them to go into. One appearing to be one for the scout leader, the other was unknown. The scout leaders room door was opened, as the other door was barricaded.
Wes signals Warren to check the barricaded door, as he enters the scout leaders room. Scanning the room by popping his head in there, before spinning into the room with his Python sticking in the air. Finding nothing, as he turns back around to check Warren.*
• Warren: "Ye man this thing is sealed tight." • Wes: "If it's barricaded, there has to be a reason why. Perhaps somethin' is in there, or someone."
*Warren holds his shotgun with one hand in order to knock on that door. In response, nothing. Warren had stuck his ear to the wooden surface of the door. Knocking once more, and he hears movement. Swiftly prying his head away from it, and looking to Wes.*
• Warren: "Someone is in thurr, I heard 'em."
*With that, Wes comes to the door as well, and applies his head close to it. Deciding to speak to the door.*
• Wes: "Hello!? Anyone in there!? We're here to help!"
*Both men had their ears touching the door, trying to listen for a response. Hearing nothing, and they pull themselves away.*
• Warren: "Mighta beena animal that I heard." • Wes: "Could be, but we better get it out because it'll die in there."
*Wes slide the Python back into his thigh holster, and grabs a hole of the 2x4's that are covering most of the door. Warren sets his shotgun onto the floor, and does the same thing. Ripping the boards from the wall, it appearing to be easier than they thought. Seeing the nails that were securing the lumber were rusted and broken, they were vulnerable.
After they were finished of removing the lumber, they gripped back to their guns, and twisted the knob. As they did so, that's when they heard a noise from inside the room. Warren was the one holding the door knob, and Wes stood at his side, having his Python pointed at the while he was looking down the sights. Wes nodded to Warren to swing the door open. Doing so, and Wes spots that it was a bathroom, and a little girl was in there.
Wes pulled his Python down, and stepped into the room. The little girl held up a pipe wrench with both hands, as if she was going to use it as a weapon. Warren enters behind Wes, and sees that it appears to be a little girl at the age of ten or eleven. Wes slides his Python down the holster before approaching her, as Warren stationed at the door.*
• Wes: "It's alright... We're gonna help ya."
*The girl kept the pipe wrench clinched in her hands, and held in front of her because she wasn't going to trust Wes yet. Wes kneels down, and places his palm onto the top of the pipe wrench, pushing it down softly, and looking to the girl.*
• Wes: "I'm not gonna hurtcha, you're safe now."
*Wes made the girl drop the pipe wrench, as her eyes were filled with tears. She wasn't making a sound, but she was absolutely terrified. Wes began to examine her clothing, seeing she was wearing street clothes like any other girl would. Concluding this place wasn't a boy scout camp.
Wes reached out, opening his hand for her. She peers down after rubbing the tears from her eyes, seeing Wes smiling down to her. She didn't know what to do at first, but Wes kept his hand out expecting her to grab it or something.*
• Wes: "You'll be in good hands now... You should come with us."
*The little girl accepted the words, and finally stuck her hand out, and grabbing Wes' hand. Wes shakes her hand as a formal greet, standing up after finished. The girl seems to have trouble getting up because her legs were trembling from fear.
As Warren stood at the door, he instantly heard a noise emitting from downstairs. Popping his head out, and glaring to the stairs. Seeing nothing yet, turning back to Wes. Wes was holding the little girls hand as they were about to walk out. That's when Warren heard another noise, and then speaks to Wes.*
• Warren: "Somebody is downstairs, Wes." • Little Girl: "THEY'RE HERE!"
*The girl shouted with a tone of hesitation and sorrow. Wes looks down to her as Warren turns his body to peer down as well.*
• Wes: "Whose here?" • Little Girl: "T-The... M-Monsters!"
*At that, Warren heard someone moving up the steps. Reacting by sliding out of the bathroom while aiming down the sight of his shotgun. Wes was holding the hand of the little girl, moving behind Warren. All three see a gruesome zombie coming to the top of the staircase. Warren blasts the zombie with the shotgun, in the torso. The zombie was blown away, against the wall. Falling back down onto the stairs. He observes to see it's not dead.*
• Wes: "HEADSHOTS WARREN!"
*Warren cocked the shotgun, as the shell pops out and hits the floor. Warren steps closer, and peers the shotgun down to the zombie. Blasting him once more, forcing the head of the zombie to explode like a grenade. Warren cocks it again, and steps back to Wes and the girl.*
• Wes: "The monster is dead now." • Little Girl: "They'll be more..."
*Wes figured that already, seeing as how two shotgun shots are loud, noise attracts zombies. As they stood there, that's when they began to hear numerous noises down stairs. Warren turns his shotgun back down to the steps, to see some zombies coming up already. Giving the zombies everything he has by blasting everyone he saw. He only got a few headshots. He emptied his shotgun on them all, and they were more coming.
Wes had stepped into the other room, seeing a window for them to climb out of. The window has been shattered already, as if someone has escaped the same way before. They were able to see the Jeep from gazing out the window, and Warren decided he'd be the one to climb out of the window first, and falling down to the ground. Landing on his feet, signaling Wes to come on.
Wes picked the girl up, and followed after Warren. He leaped down, Warren helping him by making sure he didn't drop the girl as he landed. The zombies were entering the house from the other side, so they didn't realize they've escaped. Wes let the girl back down, and all three sprinted to the jeep. Wes opens the back door, and let's her jump in. Warren launches his empty shotgun into the back as he gets into the drivers seat.
Starting the engine before Wes got in the Jeep. Wes turned around as he opened the door, to see the zombies were at the window. One of them came out the window, and the others then followed that zombies once they saw it was possible. Wes hopped in, and slammed the door. Warren shifts the Jeep into drive, and pulls out. Getting back onto the road, and having escaped danger.*
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Post by Southern Son on Jun 13, 2011 0:37:02 GMT -5
*The road began to regroup, as the busted concrete came to an end. The pavement of these roads were heavily damage from the past events of what occurred here. As they drew closer to Raccoon City, the roads seem better. Everything else aside from the roads were catastrophic. The overcast of the day doesn't help sooth the mind either.
Wes had turned himself in his seat, to look at the girl; to speak to her. He was brainstorming the questions he would ask her. Not sure where to start, so he eventually decides to ask away without thinking about it.*• Wes • "Whacha name, darlin'?" *Speaking softly to her, in order to attempt to ease her mind. The girl tilted her head up, and peers to Wes with watery eyes. Her clothes were ragged, her face was dirty. Judging from appearance, seems as if she hasn't eaten in a while, nor has she bathed in a while.*• Little Girl • "M-My name... is... Bethany." *Mumbling those words, as she wipes the tears away from her eyes. Wes still in the same position in his seat, smiling to her once he had made eye contact with her. Warren turned his head, and looks to Wes. Wes turns his eyes to Warren, Warren giving him a nod. Wes slowly turns his attention to Bethany once again.*• Wes • "Bethany, eh? Beautiful name I must say. How about a last name? Or, what about your family?" *Bethany had forced her head to the side, gazing out of the tinted window of the Jeep. Wes then felt the notion that she knew she may have lost her family once he asked. Even though he realizes how heart-shattering that could be, he didn't really understand how she was feeling.*• Bethany • "My name is Bethany Petra... my family... they were back there where you found me." *At that, Warren lets off of the acceleration once he heard that, gaining Wes' attention. Wes exchanging looks between the two, ultimately keeping his focus on Bethany.*• Wes • "What do you mean? Did we not see them?" • Bethany • "You did... but... they were, monsters..." *After she took her time to spit the words out, she then burst into some more tears. Leaving Warren to pull the Jeep to the side, to come to a stop. Warren had turned himself around to look at her as well. Wes and Warren would look to each other occasionally.*• Wes • "I'm... Very sorry to hear that darlin'." • Warren • "Your family, they were tryin' to protect you..." • Wes • "Yes, to ensure that you would not become one of 'em." • Bethany • "It don't matter no more... Why did this happen?" • Wes • "Well, that's what Warren and I are tryin' to figure out." • Warren • "Yeah, some bad people did this to the whole world. Bad bad people." • Wes • "Now that we've found ya, we'll make sure you stay in good hands, mmk?" *Bethany wasn't able to muster any more words because she couldn't withstand the agony and distraught. She continued to cry, getting to the point to where she was ashamed to cry; so she covered her face. Even folding her self into the fetal position so that she could cry into her knees. The noises she was making didn't help much either, the way she would catch her breath in between each session.*• Wes • "Bethany, hunny... I'm very sorry for what happened to ya. Theres nothing we can do to bring your family back. But I am gonna find out who did this, once I find them, I'm gonna strangle them. You, can watch me do it." • Warren • "The bad people are gonna pay for this, Bethany. We promise you that." • Wes • "Vengeance usually is the way to solve things. But under these circumstances, who cares? We're enduring an apocalypse and we're survivors. We're the resistance to this devastation because a man or woman is responsible for this. Hell, maybe even a group of people. Either I kill these bastards or I die tryin'." *The two had spent a few minutes in an attempt to sooth Bethanys' mind. Although they feel it may have worked, but she is still crying. Wes had pointed himself to Warren, motioning him to continue driving. With that, Warren turned himself around in his seat, and began the sequence to do so.
Wes glanced to the floor for a moment, trying to think of something else to say. Bethany seemed to calm down over the short time period. Wes looks back up, to see she has stopped crying, and is sitting normally. The words have eased her pain, but she still looked upset.*• Wes • "You'll be safe with us, Bethany." • Bethany • "... Thank you, sir." • Wes • "Oh, I've forgotten to introduce myself, eh... My name is Wesley, and this is my brother Warren." *Warren peeled his eyes to the rear-view, that way he can look at her as he was driving on down the road. Waving his hand back at her to gesture a greeting. Wes spun himself in his seat, to where he was now sitting normally as well. Watching the road, and the roadkill as they drove past it.*
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Post by Southern Son on Jun 15, 2011 6:18:16 GMT -5
*The three in the Jeep, were driving toward Raccoon City. Warren and Wes had found a little girl named Bethany, in the Camp site. She was startled from the sights she had witnessed. From losing her family, to getting new guardians. Wes knew how devastated she must be right now. Even though he couldn't understand, he felt her sorrow.
They were zombies outside the pavement of the road. Roaming around the area, while some appeared to be dead. Warren began to imagine how many bullets it would take to kill every single zombie here. Calculating that it may take thousands. Also wondering, what if the military nuked Raccoon City? Would that end the plague? Then realizing that the plague has driven across the entire world rather than Raccoon City.
Wes glanced back at Bethany, to see that she is peering out of her window. Her glaring at all the zombies Warren was driving past with a sense of anger emitting across her face. Wes still had some questions for her, but he wasn't sure what to ask first, how to ask it, or when to ask. With that, he simply turned himself back around to gaze at the road Warren was pulling off of.
The Jeep is now long gone from the Caravan Camp site, and they have re-entered the Outskirts. Although they have no clue as to where they were going, they decided to slow down the Jeep in order to brainstorm their next destination.
Something the two were surprised to see, was a group of humans, standing in the road. Wes and Warren looked through the wind shield, which looks like a bunch of teenagers. They were standing in front of dirt bikes and four wheelers. Warren had to stop the Jeep due to them blocking the road. Once they came to a stop, one of the punks approached Warren's window. Pecking on the window, and Warren rolls it down.*• Warren • "Is there a problem, boy?" *the boy, of which appeared to be in his older teens or young twenties, was shocked to hear Warren call him boy. In fact, that had drove the boy to yank up his Benelli M1 shotgun, and aim it at Warren. When Wes saw that, he reached to his Python. The boy with the M1 cocked his head, staring to Wes.*• Punk • "Thurrs a problem now... Boy... You see, you guys, are gonna follow my boyz here back to our place. Then, your gonna give us everything you got or I'll blow your heads off. Got it? Good." • Wes • "Hey now... This isn't necessary... We're not botherin' you." • Punk • "Do I look like I care? Do it or you'll die! That simple..." • Warren • "You can't be serious, man... We gotta kid in the back, she don't need to hear this from a couple of punks." *The punk took in those words, and he looked through Warren's window to see Bethany sitting in the back. She looked worried, but not scared. The punk pulled his head away, and began to chuckle as Warren and Wes glared to him.*• Punk • "That's great... now we gotta b**** to cook our food. Now you two get goin' or else..." *Warren looked in the rear-view after hearing motors running from behind the Jeep, to see that these thugs were surrounding them to ensure Warren to drive off. The punk with the M1 stepped back, and signaled one of the other punks ahead of them to go. Point back to Warren, gesturing him to go as well.
With the M1 aimed at his head, Warren stepped on the gas and had no choice but to follow these punks back to their HQ or where ever they're hideout is. Wes face palmed himself after realizing what's going to happen. Then rubbing his palms down his face before turning to Warren.*• Wes • "We're gonna have to kill these bastards, or they'll kill us." • Warren • "Wow... This is somethin' I never thought would happen... Gettin' punked by kids..." • Wes • "I know, we're gonna have to act the way they want us to act first, then we can punish 'em. Mmk?" *Wes looked back, to see Bethany with a confused expression. At that point, he didn't know what to say to her, or how to comfort her for what those two have been forced to surcome to the punks. Wes tried to contemplate words to speak, but nothing came to mind. At that, he simply turned back around and gazed down at the floor at his feet.*Wes and Warren exit the Caravan/Camp Site, into the ATV Dirt Circuit.
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