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Post by Mikey on Dec 1, 2008 19:45:21 GMT -5
"I'm always good to." Tyson said, shouldering his rifle and checking the main hall they were in. "Looks clear for now. I'll sweep the floor here, you two go and get a good vantage point. One of you watch the playground, the other watch your backs. I'll be up as soon as I can to releive the watch."
He moved foreward, watching his front and sides as he did. He was aware that he was supposed to watch their backs, but he figured the two of them together would be fine. Besides. A mass of zombies that pooled up and converged on them in a small room with no escape was worse than the two of them going off on their own and he making a systematic check of the building, room by room.
He stopped when he heard a shuffling, much like a zombie moving about. Reaching into a pocket on his vest, he grabbed a small cylindrical tube and screwed it to the end of the barrel of his assult rifle. When it stopped spinning, he opened a door in front of him and aimed in. There was a man in a suit standing there, swaying from side to side. Tyson lined up a shot and squeezed the trigger, but not quite firing a shot.
"Hey!" He wispered sharply. The man turned to him, let out a moan, and started a shuffling walk toward Tyson. Tyson reajusted aim and fired once, seeing the bullet impact with the man's forehead. The man stopped where he was and swayed a bit before finally swaying to the ground. Reaching to his right ear, he pushed the small earbud in and sent a transmission to Claypool and Philips.
"Confirmed hostiles in the building. Watch yourself. ETA for sweep and clear, seven minutes." He said, making a final sweep of the room and walking out, going to the next door in line and opening it.
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Post by Nanaya on Dec 2, 2008 2:10:54 GMT -5
Kyle would keep scanning around and slowly moving forward down the street toward the school. The structure was only a few more blocks away, the distance easily runnable and short, but with the undead lurking around every corner, it would be foolish to simply sprint to the facility; you could easily find yourself rushing into the arms of an infected. There was also the possibility of mutants—creatures that were spawned by the disease. During the clean-up operations of the first global epidemic, Kyle had seen the horrors first-hand, knowing all too well how a soldier would end up if he were caught alone by those creatures that lurked the streets. The more notable ones he could remember were the ones with long tongues and skinless hides, insect-like mutants that attached themselves to soldiers and suck the blood out of them, and the worse of them all: green, lizard-like creatures with long claws and yellow eyes, emitting a high-pitched screech before leaping out of the darkness and decapitating their target with their sickle claws. Kyle could never forget them, and he knew that with zombies around, they would eventually encounter these monsters. He could only hope that it didn't take them by surprise.
Another zombie shambled out of an alleyway on the right side as Kyle walked down the street. The bald infected wore no shirt and was severely wounded, with massive chunks of flesh ripped from its sides, exposing its ribcage, but it showed no evidence of pain in its eyes. Kyle trained the center of his reflex sight onto its head and let loose a burst of rounds at its head. Its skull was suddenly riddled with three bullet holes and it collapsed to the ground on its back. Kyle stepped over the fallen creature and continued onward.
It was kinda weird having to do this all over again—shooting them in the head to kill them. Back then, he would always wonder why bullets to the chest never did anything, and it was a huge problem. But since the discovery of the zombies' weakness, clean-up was much easier and fighting back was much more common among survivors. It didn't surprised Kyle at all though, but not because he'd seen it in movies, but because after all said and done, it was really the only way humans could be killed. All humans are is just a brain attached to a life-support system known as the body, with essentially parts needed to be working and active, like the heart and lungs. You remove one of them, or damage it, and the entire support system collapses and thus the brain dies. But with zombies, they don't have a life-support system—their circulatory system is suspended, they don't needed oxygen to breathe, and they don't need to eat to keep going. So the only way to kill them it to destroy the actual being. Simple logic if you think about it.
Couple minutes have passed and they were already there. The school was like the one he use to go to: about three stories tall and stairs that led up a couple of feet going to the front desk. The sides were basically lawn, and Kyle was pretty sure the playground and fields were behind it. All they needed to do was wait.
Gunshots sounded through the streets. It seemed the others encounter some enemies—most likely zombies—or there was someone out there fighting for their life right now....
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 2, 2008 10:57:48 GMT -5
)(OoC: We'll give it a couple more posts from everyone else before moving to the Central Station thread.)(
Aya jogged behind Kyle and Ludolf, her wet hair sticking to her face and her fatigues soaked; it was likely she looked as miserable as she felt. She wasn't aware of it but there was little focus placed into her vision and she was watching no more than the back of Ludolf’s collar. Her mind was elsewhere, she was day dreaming. The irony was her mind dwelled on why she was day dreaming while thinking about a lot of other things at the time; was it the lack of being prepared? Her amnesia? She couldn't quite understand the phenomenon; Aya thought of it as if you believe in it then you won't have a problem considering this infection is nothing new seeing as it is the second outbreak. There's just something about dead people walking that seems to affect the human mind, same goes for anything else you wouldn't believe existed; essentially there's nothing you can do to stop this eye and mind reaction which severely ****ed Aya off. Other than that the whole time Aya focused on the collar fabric she felt a cold shiver that there was a very old part of her that had been in Raccoon before.
Aya was taken aback when the ground turned from b*tchaman to grass looking up to see they were at the school. Aya felt a tug at her shoulder, like a hand holding her back; she turned around alarmed but not forcing action when she saw that nothing was behind her. Her brow creased in confusion, rain beating at her face; it had felt more like a pull of regret, like someone had been attempting to insist on her not to enter the building. Aya analyzed the area at the front of the school, pretending that she was merely scanning the location incase Kyle or Ludolf had cared to see was she was doing or looked back, making sure she didn't look stupid in any method of ways. Aya returned her gaze to the school, large but appearing much taller to her than it would anyone else. The tug had imprinted a bad feeling into Aya, she shrugged it though seeing as any threat they would come across couldn't possibly be any potential match.
Taking point, Aya moved around the other two PCM-D mercenaries and approached the main entrance. The glass that has been sitting in the frames had been smashed beyond belief, "Watch your step," she whispered as she stepped through the left door, tip toeing almost to avoid the crunch against the shards of glass. All of the lights in the building were out and the only illuminations washed through the front entrance and random doors here and there, otherwise the rest of the halls and corridors were covered in black. Aya fast walked in a crouch past reception and around the corner, her M4 was currently at standby across her chest and stomach for optimal movement and just so that she worked her eyes over everything rather than what was just down her iron sights.
A faint but audible echo bounced through the corridors, a moan calling from some dark corner of the school; it was low and sounded tired as if there was barely any energy left in the vessel lasting for a couple of seconds at least. It was off putting and dragged attention in the most un-required locations, fear making you look at the ceiling almost like you wanted to see through the plaster and stone. This was one of many things that Aya had gotten well used to knowing that it was pointless looking anywhere else rather than ahead when a foreign sounds comes from an unknown direction; that along with plenty of other things; she still found it off putting though, giving her chills and goose bumps with the cold fatigues against her soft skin adding to them. She turned a corner from a T-junction spotting a ghoul twenty or so metres father down the corridor, redirecting and entering a classroom to the left of the hall; there were three rooms all joined together and allowed Aya to bypass the ghoul entirely. She kept an eye on the windows but was confident that absolutely nothing would be able to see them in this darkness.
The ghoul was facing the other way once Aya had exited from the other end, once glance to her original position stating so as she bolted from the doorway across into the next intersection heading back in the direction of the hall connected to the main entrance. Aya picked up speed, adjusting her weight to compensate for the slow down once she reached the main hallway again. Once she reached the open she went prone, she had noticed when she entered the school that plenty of the wall side lockers had been tipped over and such further up the main hallway most likely for defense against the undead and figured they'd be perfect cover for movement, plotting the majority of their course through the school almost instantly. Aya slung her M4 over her back as she crawled along the floor stopping only to peek through a break between two of the lockers noting movement further up the hall.
Aya pushed off the floor and continued forwards hastily using her movement to propel herself; she was approaching another intersection checking all ends for potential threats and back the way she had come to register that Ludolf and Kyle were still behind her. She drew her GPS, the layout of the school had already been downloaded into storage after entering the location no doubt; the beacon was at one end of the school moving around the outside. Aya noticed she had also received an image message from the C5 Galaxy navigator, it had a picture of a playground along with precise coordinates of the picture; on the grass was a makeshift arrow pointing towards the school that they were currently in along with several strobe flashes, one right next to an entrance. She quickly worked out where they were from where the arrow was outside and settled on where the rest of her team was exactly, placing a marker on the spot. Aya returned a green light back to the C5 letting them know she'd received the message. She then held the GPS out to Ludolf and Kyle showing them where they were and where they were going, stashing it back among her gear afterwards and breathing, "Move up,"
As the group of mercs moved through intersections there was a bizarre sound of shuffling dense material or metal which stopped every now and again, faint but still audible at least to their ears; among all the other typical sounds she'd come across so far this was a more foreign one. Aya stopped trying to work out what it was exactly, they weren't that much farther from the rest of the teams position. "Hear that?" Aya asked the other two mercs before pointing in the direction of the sound past several classrooms, "Check that out for me Jaeger," she asked knowing well he would be capable, "Just click your tongue into your mic or something if you get stuck in trouble," she continued while still looking in the potential direction of the sound preferring more subtle methods of alert to anything else, "You're with me Kyle," she finished and continued in the beacons direction.
The sound of rain could be heard up ahead lightly as Aya rounded one last corner, the humidity had picked up and she assumed that water was coming in from somewhere. Once almost reaching the back hall of the school Aya came to the conclusion that it was the entrance the arrow was pointing to; it was likely they had the door open slightly just to keep a relative eye on the playground, "Converging on your position Emily, approaching from a corridor off from your left as you look down to the west wing of the building opposite your entrance," Aya didn't bother waiting for a response, instead she leaned out far enough for her left eye to see and pulled back in a second to survey before moving out as she realized that it was safe.
Aya knelt down once she reached Emily and Matthew, acknowledging them, "I'm glad to see your both safe," she said as she rested her M4 on her left knee, "With the weather like that outside I wasn't expecting anyone to show up to the rooftop," Aya continued as she pushed hair from her face and over her right ear to get it out of the way, "We can't stay here any longer, it's off target and we're already behind on time. I've decided I'm going to keep the teams split in command; Matthew, you'll be in charge over Emily and Tyson--" Aya stopped and looked around the area they were in before returning her attention to Emily and Matthew, "Where is Tyson?" she asked quickly doubting it was serious subject and knowing there'd be a reasonable answer.
Meanwhile the rain outside became even heavier.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 2, 2008 19:40:23 GMT -5
Emily looked up as Aya entered and nodded quietly at her, starting to stand up. She knew that now that the others were here it was time to start to pack up. She said quietly as to not attract undo attention from those that may be creeping the halls
Tyson went to sweep the building... hes ran into some contacts. We'll call him back...
Claypoole was already on it, speaking into his built in gas-mask mike
Tyson, Aya and the boys are here. Fall back and return to our position. We're moving out.
After he was finished telling Tyson to head back to them, he switched his gas mask to external speaker and said to Aya and the rest
We probably should clean up those parachutes and harness. I got a couple thermite grenades for the job. Thats probably just the Force recon-S.C.A.R.S-Black Umbrella speaking in me, not sure if we wanna go complete black ops on this.
Claypoole stood up too now, doing another pre-deployment check over again to make sure his gear was in order. For Claypoole, this was just typical in the field crap that happened all the time, and it was perfectly alright to run into a zombie here and there that are creeping around in your hide away if its this size. Emily how ever, was a little spooked. They're H.A.L.O jump had gone rather badly, they're schedule was screwed up, they had run into zombies already, and it was raining in addition to being dark, and they still had ground to cover. Foreshadowing and omens did not put a very positive light on the mission so far
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Post by Nanaya on Dec 3, 2008 1:00:36 GMT -5
Kyle slung his MP7 over his shoulder and began talking in his normal, mission-tone voice. "We've already stowed our parachutes on the roof we landed. I doubt anyone will stumble upon them, and even when they are found, we'll be long gone. And besides..."
He motioned his head around the environment they were in—the decaying city of the dead, which began growing more colder and more hallow with each passing second.
"...With this kind of chaos, it should be relatively easy to go under the radar and complete our mission. The only thing we need to really be worried about are those ghouls and any other monstrosities we might face." Kyle really put a lot of confidence into those last words, almost like he sounded sure that zombies weren't going to be the only thing they were gonna come in contact with.
He turned to Aya. "But it's your call, ma'am. You want to head back and gather up the parachutes to destroy them?"
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Post by Mikey on Dec 3, 2008 23:26:00 GMT -5
Tyson aimed the gun down, prepared to finish off the latest monster that he had come accross, when the radio chimed in. He stopped his action and tapped his ear bud, waiting for the message to come through. He heard Claypoole tell him to come back to the group, and he sighed. He was just warming up. He'd killed nine carriers in the past few minutes, and the feeling was coming back to him. He was feeling more alert than he had in years. He was feeling the old flames coming back.
And now, he was being interuppted. Fu*k...
"This is Tyson. I'll be there in 45 seconds." He said. As he spoke, the zombie he was stalking turned and shuffled toward him. He lazily aimed the several feet and put a round into it's head. Lowering his weapon but keeping it shouldered, he turned and walked back to where he left Claypoole and Philips.
His trek back took him less than the fourty five he originally said, mainly because he could hear voices through the school. He entered the room and stood near the door to make sure nothing that he may have missed snuck up on them.
"Salem, reporting." He said, not looking back to Aya or any of the others. He simply stood there, waiting for an order.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 4, 2008 12:20:21 GMT -5
Aya walked over to the entrance as Emily and Matthew packed all of their inventory pushing the door open ajar to see the yard and playground of the school; she found it occupying to juxtapose between the difference of seeing it on a sunny day with children laughing next to what was shown to her, literally black and white. She allowed her fatigue to take over for a minute or so just to feel a little more human again; small, cool drops of water pattering her face reminding her of the spray from waves back in Hawaii. The homesickness was killing her, Aya wasn't sure why she was being so affected by it on their assignment considering the number of other contracts she's been on before. Aya boiled it down to the threat level, and the likeliness that she may not make it out alive, the possibility of never seeing anything outside of Raccoon City again. It all made her depressed.
Aya realized the mistake she was making; breathing heavily and bashing her eyes, she woke herself.
"We probably should clean up those parachutes and harness. I got a couple thermite grenades for the job. That’s probably just the Force recon-S.C.A.R.S-Black Umbrella speaking in me, not sure if we wanna go complete black ops on this."
Claypoole addressed Aya with his suggestion; she nodded her head in agreement as she dwelled on the thought for several seconds knowing that it wasn't anything trivial.
"We've already stowed our parachutes on the roof we landed. I doubt anyone will stumble upon them, and even when they are found, we'll be long gone. And besides..."
Kyle was a mental step ahead though and responded before Aya could open her mouth; she looked back out at the makeshift arrow in the playground and let him finish before speaking, "Matthew's referring to his and Emily's canopies they used for signaling," Aya corrected, "As much as I want to keep this as invisible as possible I don't believe it's an issue; nothing will link back to PMC-D," she answered while nudging the door open a piece to grab the strobe light that was on the ground, closing the entrance and tossing it to the side. Tyson had approached after Aya closed the door; she touched the scroll on her headset, "Regroup Jaeger,"
Aya began walking in the direction of the wing opposite where they were, "We'll stick to our two teams as I mentioned before; we'll keep length while we cover the rest of the distance to the Subway so we have better visuals of the roads we'll be moving down. It also means we don't all get jumped at once if such a scenario presents itself," she cautioned as she approached the main hallway of the school, lowering her voice, "Target's six blocks North of our location, we'll be moving fairly quickly to make up for our lost time," she added before completely falling silent.
Aya chanced a look left and right before crossing the hallway, keeping her back leaned more to the sideways lockers lain across the distance. Aya had worked out an exit from the school when she had checked her GPS earlier; opening a door to the school’s library. It was a circular room, large in scale and had a dome ceiling; the shelves themselves were almost round, yet flat at each face to compensate for the lack of curve from the books. The ceiling above was mostly inlaid windows that were already broken allowing rain to pour into the library, puddles and wet paper lay all over the floor; Aya took extra care for where she was walking. Peering through the shelves would note zombies at the inner isles; the least they'd do is hear the mercenaries though and likely wouldn't even make it out of the building to note where they were headed. Aya was positive the rest of the team would notice the ghouls, "Leave'em, they don't pose a large threat," she whispered, quiet enough so that it couldn't be heard over the roaring water yet loud enough for communication through the headsets.
Aya counted the doors they past as she moved around the room eventually landing on the one she wanted. Opening it lead to a very small docking area which connected to the library, cafeteria and phys-ed class room. Instinctively her M4 rose and snapped vigorously as two zombies fell to the ground, she felt a knot form in her stomach keeping her eyes averted from the corpses. They left the roofing cover and entered the howling storm again, "Take point Kyle," she issued as she picked up speed moving towards the main street that lead right to their objective, "If anyone notices activity we drop and let it pass or engage it if it is a clear threat," she said to the entire team.
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 4, 2008 20:34:58 GMT -5
“I see the world through bloodshot eyes Streets filled with blood from distant lies No the world never compromise The real time for rearranging”
“Copy that, headin back,” Just after I had knocked down a door, I’d received the order to regroup on Aya. Upon clearing the room, I sent my message along and turned to leave the room briskly but kept my G22 up just incase. By the time I’d reached the team were in some sort of derelict library. It was apparently from the expensive wood furnishings, and the massive collection of books that this place had to have had a lot of cash go into it. Shame to see such a thing go to waste.
Shaking the feeling, I followed Aya as she first went through a small docking area and then reached the outside. As the rain again pounded down upon us, I cursed under my breath and scanned ahead of us, just a few feet ahead of the group. I was in a half crouch, so my aim was very steady, and I squeezed off a round at a distant target I spotted which stood on wobbly feet.
The only sound that came out over the rain was the slight ping of the ejected casing as it bounced off the ground, lying beside the countless others that littered the streets. This place was one hell of a warzone, and we were right in the middle of it.
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Post by Nanaya on Dec 5, 2008 10:31:04 GMT -5
"Moving up," Kyle nodded.
He walked up pretty fast past the group and began leading the team down the street. Again, like most of the streets, this one wasn't any different from the rest. The same wreckage, the same fires, the same amount of corpses spread throughout the large path. Kyle thought that if it weren't for their GPS systems and the street signs, they probably would've been lost by now; every single road had that same f***ed-up look as the ones next to it. It was like something taken out of a horror movie...
Or zombie movie.
Speaking of which, as another alleyway came into view on the right, Kyle notice some munching and crunching coming from the different path. He peered down it and past some fog, he saw two zombies feasting on a corpses. The victim's entrails were already eaten out, as there was only emptiness in its abdomen. Right now, the two creatures were just nibbling at the arms and neck with no blood coming out from the new wounds—the blood from the corpse had already been drained long ago.
Kyle shook his head, disgusted. Without another glance, he proceeded on.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 5, 2008 19:02:34 GMT -5
OOC: Changing armament for Claypoole real quick since I haven't had to use it yet... Privately owned PPSH-41 instead of the bullpup STG-556. Fits better.
Claypoole maintained a 25 yard interval between the two teams, Emily Phillips and Tyson Salem trailing behind the other three silently and diligently. Formed up into a loose triangle, they were rather well all-around defended, although Emily Phillip's part in the triangle was a weak spot. Regardless, one thing was good--- it wasn't a perfect triangle. Tyson and Claypoole could, to a degree, turn around and fire into her sector if needed--- thats how loose and imperfect the triangle was. The slaughter was quick--- he wouldn't have called it an engagement, contact, fire fight, or.. anything but--- and his team quietly passed the downed zombies who didn't even know what hit them. Emily Phillip's glanced at the two dead bodies and resisted her disgust at the sight, continuing on without much thought about it. She'd seen plenty of dead bodies, she'd worked enough as a scientist in Umbrella long enough, and had been used to the concept of it all for so long, to no longer have the run of the mill typical reactions passed disgust. Umbrella tends to have that effect on its employees. Now was not one of the times you couldn't look to her and expect the wall around her heart to fall down. Claypoole continued on as well--- he still didn't like dead bodies, still at times found himself disbelieving of how the world was-- and is again--- and still felt disgusted by the sights, but he had grown accustomed to it as well. They continued on after the team ahead, following. A few gunshots rang out in a quick succession as the rear team defended itself against zombies that got "too close" to them as they slipped out of one area and into another.
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Post by Mikey on Dec 6, 2008 7:34:46 GMT -5
Tyson followed Claypoole and Philips in their half as*ed triangle through the school, out into the open, and toward their destination. When he was hit with the force of the rain, he was instantly thankful for a few things. For the fact that his armor was rust proof, for the fact that his mask kept water off his face, for the fact that his boots wernt squishing. He was unthankful for the fact that his kevlar was soaking up water. Not only was it getting uncomfortable, but if anyone were to shoot at them, the wet kevlar would not hold up as well as if it were dry.
As he walked, he couldnt help but notice everyone. And how several of them seemed a bit put off by all the dead bodies around. He didnt know what the big deal was. Dead bodies had ceased to bother him long ago, sometime in Desert Storm. He forgot the date, and what had caused him to forget the fact that these things used to be human beings, but it had happened. He wasnt sure if it was a good thing or not.
"Hey, Clay." He said, feeling like he needed to break a bit of the tension. "How long were you a Jarhead?"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 7, 2008 9:11:17 GMT -5
Aya leaned back in her run to slow herself down as she skidded slightly looking all about the area before fixating her eyes on the entrance to the subway. The darkness seemed to be overwhelming even before reaching the landing at the bottom of the stairs, "Looks as if all power is out down there," she thought out loud while moving towards the incline. Aya wasn't worried about being noticed by anyone as her team went down the stationary escalators, they'd just lose them in the Raccoon City Underground if they decided on following. Besides, the grey curtain that circled them brought visibility far too low for anybody without thermal binoculars.
Looking through the glass doors, into the underground shopping which conveniently came before the subway, confirmed that pretty much all of the power was out. The red glow of emergency lights, occasional white which sat over pay phones, and green showing separate exits; other than that it looked as if you could step right off the edge into ebony oblivion.
Aya opened the door, a sucking sound resonating from the rubber lining which would have helped to keep the unwanted temperature out and help the current celcius in the hall reach the desired level; it was obvious that with the rebuilding of the city that the architects went further than usual to please the residents by bringing the ergonomical level higher than you would usually find, even the shops appeared to be in alphabetical order.
The wet 'slap' on the floor meant the hydration system had gone off a long time ago, the entire floor was likely to be covered by a centimetre or so thick layer of water from a fire somewhere else in the underground; Aya noted to slow herself down and reduce the sound she emitted considering the ambience was nothing more than a change of air here and there. It wasn't a worry though, Aya saw barely any carnage anywhere; no blood, dead bodies; assides from the odd raided shop. People must have flocked out due to a rather well on time security system warning, and otherwise the outbreak didn't get too involved with most of the Raccoon Underground. She relaxed in the room temperature, much different from the weather outside.
The movement was small, not noticeable for any of the mercenaries that had entered the shopping district, as one of the red lights swayed and disappeared; not a flicker of power or an elecrical problem.
It moved out of the hall and into a small corridor meeting with another. A long and low croak vibrated from the firsts unseen mouth, the red light flicking now and again. The second let out a similar yet shorted croak and bore its pearly white teeth. They shuffled off down a stair set to the subway and disappeared without making a sound to plot their conspiracy.
<Aya is now in the Raccoon City Central Subway. Someone else can start the post there.>
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Post by oddssey21 on Mar 29, 2013 12:41:34 GMT -5
(since this thread is affectively dead, i will start here, free to join (logically))
Rain, Rain is all that happened in the north nowway days, at least thats what he thought. Hell, it could have been raining for three days or three years , William could not tell. The days of repetitive survival choices and actions began to blur, seperated by the echos of his own foot steps and those accursed choir of moans and groans, all to be silenced by a bang, a smash, or a thump. If he had some paper to write all theses events down....
William slipped in the mud puddle forming in his feet, landing facefirst in the cold clench of its viscosity. he pushed himself up on his arms, and smeared some mud and grime away from the strange, solid mass beneith him. what peared was an old "welcome to New Prague", with a few bullet holes around the new for apocolyptic effesis.
"huh, “Never fear quarrels, but seek hazardous adventures.” " He Quiped as he got on his feet, peering into the buildings and ashened cars in the distance.
He had been walking for a long time now. The Rocky mountians seemed so far away. It was a shame that he lost his compass a few months back, he could have been half way to boston by now. Componuded by the fact that clouds loomed opressivly as if the earth was attempting to cloak and hide away the attrocites that occured on its surface from the universe.
He sighed and walked foward thorugh the mud like some tommie on the western front back in the war, his head capped by a small Beene as it dropped down, occationally perking up and the scuttling of a trash can or groan in the distance.
Thats when he saw his first one, the young, dirt and fleshed caked corpse that scuttled behind a surbaban crashed into a jewerly store. Its souless eyes made no contact with the world around it. Its movement robotic as it shuffled on decayed muscle and rotted joints, nothing more then retiree shuffling to his next destination.
William reached down to the rope tied around his side and pulled out his small hand axe. With a flip for good showsmenship, he trotted over to the corpse, giving a bow a few paces away as if to initate a duel between gentlemen of the past. The corpes rotated its recheded body towards its approching enemy, lifting a near skeletal arm towards will in a sickly reach for his living flesh. With a lunge, it grabbed for the warm flesh of his neck. Will, whistling a tune of the Glenn Miller Orchestra, side stepping and swinging his axe almost musiclly. Like conducting that orchestra, he swong left and right, dismembering and hacking as he went. All was left was a severed head groaning and the whistling of the tune as William Shouldered his axe and walked away further into the town.
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Post by sherlock on Mar 29, 2013 13:37:42 GMT -5
"COME ON YOU MEANIE STINKIEPANTSES!" A middle-aged well built man roared out, holding his mop closely like a sort of security blanket instead of a weapon like any like-minded sane survivor would do. Bobbert wasn't like that though. He clenched his jaw and his muscles tightened as he watched the four stinkiepantses that swarmed around his late companion, tearing into his body and paying no attention to him. The guy, Eric, was a Mormon from Utah who had the same goal as Bobbert. Get to Utah. Bobbert was looking for his Dad, even though he didn't know his fathers age, appearance, or even if he was still alive. Things like that didn't cross his mind and they probably never would unless somebody brought it up to him.
Frowning a bit, he searched around for anything to be used to distract the stinkiepantses. Eric looked pretty bad, his throat was torn out and entrails hung out of his stomach like sausages and that made Bobbert want to throw up.
"Awwww shucks!" He frowned, deciding that he'd come back for Eric later. Turning around he extended his arms forward and ran as fast as he could, all the while making loud swooshing noises with his hands. He was superman right now. The well built man hopped up and down in a slight moment of panic before rushing to his Big Wheel. The children's toy couldn't really support him or his weight, so it was a mix of walking--or hopping--with one foot with the other on one of the pedals in a sort of standing position as he continued on.
This process happened for a few more minutes until he reached the outskirts of what led to the exit of the city. He was exhausted, and tired. His feet were blistered and his legs rubbed raw. That was when he spotted it. A man. With the biggest grin he could muster he stood up with one leg on the big wheel's pedals.
"HI THERE MISTER!!!!!" He roared, waving both of his hands. "WANNA BE MY FRIEND?!?!?" He motioned towards his feet at his "Vehicle". "Come on mister! I'll give you a ride! Hop on!
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Post by oddssey21 on Mar 29, 2013 14:34:23 GMT -5
Still wistling his little toon, Will slowed his steps as he heard the grinding of wheels agiants old metal. With a sign, he prepared to confront the next abomination aproching him. He turned slowly, once agian spinning his axe, but he stopped when he made contact with what he had never expected to see in this life. A beast of a man, with a handle bar mustache and arms like tree trunks he had in his old poplar he had near his office window. But he digressed, this hulk of muscle and flesh hovered over a large big wheel, topped of by the pink dora the explorer backpack. But none of this disterbed him more thatn the large, childish grin spread across the rough chin of the man-child. It was shear happieness. Complete joy in the moment, no reflection of the hell he stood in. Will did not remember crossing any mental wards or hopitals nearby, this man must have been on his own this whole time.
He shook off this what he percived on this man, and with a deep breath, and a strech of his neck, he raised his hand in a gesture he had not done since he had wished well to the past valedictorian and friend back at work....
A simple wave. just a motion of his hand opened up a limitless amount of possibilitys of happyness and good will to come.
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