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Post by Rhinn on Feb 9, 2011 19:34:07 GMT -5
Lilly had just gotten the hang of the welding. Granted, she wouldn't be hired on at any body shop in the near future... say 20 years, but she had found a steel plate and had spot welded it over the gash. Then she had begun to weld around the edge, making the plate air and liquid tight. It would hold until they got to Las Vegas... or until she got to Vegas. Ana had gone catatonic and not said anything since she had awoken in the back seat. So Lilly had carried on without her, jacking the car up and moving the tank and plate over to the car. She had ingeniously decide to hold the plate up with her feet as she spot welded.
Now, being done with the torch, she took shut it off and took off her goggles, admiring her handiwork. She would now just need to fill up the tank and get the hell out of here.
Stretching her back, she felt her back pop and then heard it. Man, that was tighter than I thought. Then she heard another pop, followed by another. That's gunfire. Someone else is out there. Lilly ran to the window. It was barred and broken out, but she could see through the steel bars.
A fire had formed top of the police station and with her scope she could make out 3 figures. A tall male, and then a smaller male and female. They must be children, she thought.
The only good thing was that the fire and the gun blasts had pulled away the zombies from the front of the gas station. If she hurried enough, she could fill up her tank and then go help the others.
Cautiously, she grabbed two 5 gallon tanks and crept to the door. she opened it and pointed her gun out the door. Nothing.
She quickly went to the pump and flipped the handle. Gas began to flow out of the pump and she quickly filled up both tanks. Taking them back to the garage, she barricaded the door and fillup her car. She continued this for 2 more trips until the car was full and the gas tanks were full and stowed in her car.
Now it was time to help those people. Seeing that Ana was still sitting there, she took her rifle and went to the stairs. Moments later she was on the roof looking down the block to the Sherrif's station. The people were still there. She pulled a flair out from her kit and fired it into the air.
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Post by Rhinn on Aug 11, 2011 12:13:22 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300][Dalton enters Brocket Gas Station from the Quarantined Zone][/glow]
Dalton pulled into the Gas Station, the chimes sounding as his tires ran over the cord. He halfway expected someone in a gas attendant's uniform to come out and offer his their services.
But all he saw were zombies. Some banged on his car, which really irritated him. By now, didn't they know that they didn't see him as food. Slowly, he opened the door and let his katana lead the way. Though the Zombies didn't attack him, they were known to mob anything that moved. Him jumping out quickly would have alerted their basic attack instinct, so he usually held out his blade to push the initial bodies back.
He sighed. Once he got to Raccoon City, he'd look at getting some body armor to protect him.
After sniffing the air, the zombies wandered on their way. They all seemed to be keying on something off in the distance, an injured animal... maybe a person. He didn't know, but they all headed in the same location.
He quietly pulled the nozzle from the stand and put it in this truck, pumping gas into it. He was thankful that this station still had gas... others were completely drained dry. He looked around as he pumped the gas. It was a small town... someplace quaint. It was probably an out of the way place that didn't see much action... until the virus. Now it was filled with the undead.
The nozzle clicked off and Dalton screwed the cap back on. Then he went about filling up the extra gas tanks that he has strapped to the top of his truck. In all it would be about 50 gallons.
When he was done, he was just about to get in the truck, when something inside the station caught his eye. He took out his MP5 and locked up the truck. Then he carefully approached the station. The front doors had been locked, but the gate to the garage was standing open. Quietly, he ducked inside, sweeping the area with the muzzle of his carbine.
[glow=green,2,300][:: EDIT 08/12/2011 ::][/glow]
Dalton stood still for a moment, looking around. His enhanced vision caught everything in an instant. He could close his eyes and point out at least 50 features of the garage.
It was evident that other people had been in here, holed up until they got a plan. Seeing that nothing jumped out at him, he made his way to the store front. It was all boarded up with broken windows. There it was, sitting on one of of the upper shelves.... a box of twinkies. Dalton smiled. It had been years since he had one and he had to fight for them. They were just out of his reached, but he easily jumped and grabbed them. He sat them on the counter and opened them up. Grabbing one, he unwrapped it and shoved the whole thing in his mouth. It was delicious. He grabbed another one and ate it as well.
Then he leaned back against the counter and watched with interest the zombies wander around. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought them to be a hive brain, like that movie "The Signal". But he knew that there was no brain activity as normal people would see it going on.
"Well it is time to get out of here and get to Vegas. At least from there, I can catch a flight to London and get back over to my family." The thought of his family made Dalton's heart drop. He really missed them. It also brought up the deep hatred of Tricell.
He exited the gas station via the garage, pulling it down just enough for someone to open it, but not enough for the zombies to get in. Then he got in his truck and started it up. The sound attracted the zombies to him, but he was already pulling away before the could surround him. He found the trail that led to Vegas and within an hour, he was heading in that direction.
[glow=green,2,300][Dalton leaves the gas station heading for Raccoon City Uptown via Vegas][/glow]
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Post by mizukiwalker on Jan 5, 2012 12:25:25 GMT -5
Erie showed up at the Brockett Gas Station
"Hello?" He looked around and got off his bike. He slowly walked over to the gas pump and pulled his Silver Ghost. He pointed it around and started to fill up his bike. He looked at the zombies that walked towards him. He fired twice at their chests. He looked at the two fall. He finished filling his bike and moved it towards the front door. He jiggled the door and noticed the door was locked. He went towards the shed off to the side of the fence and opened the door. He moved his bike into the room and put his bike against the wall. He pulled his keys out of it and locked it to the wall. He walked over to the exit and closed the door. He walked into the scrapyard and looked around. "Is anyone here?"
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Post by Rhinn on Feb 22, 2017 14:15:49 GMT -5
"Don't die, don't die... PLEASE DON'T DIE"... that was Cameron's typical mantra now. He had been on his way to Vegas when his truck had run out of gas. He had frantically looked for his spare gas containers and they were empty as well. So here he was, on the streets of this small town that wasn't even on the map, just outside of Vegas. The town's name was Still Creek and with the silence in the air, the name definitely suited the town. That didn't mean that the town was safe by any means. Zombies roamed the streets and by the look of some of them, they were fairly new. Right across the street was the only gas station in the town. There was a cheery red and green sign that held the name of the business... Brockett's gas station. The building looked intact and it would have been an easy jog to get gas except for one thing... the mass of zombies by the pumps. I guess I go around back then, thought Cameron. He checked his rifle and his revolver, making sure that they were fully loaded. He was running low on ammo for both and knew that if he could just get to Vegas, then he could reload and rest for a bit. So with his rifle slung over his back, his revolver holstered firmly at his side, and a machete and gas can in tow, Cameron began his slow and hopefully quiet trek to the rear of the Gas Station...
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Post by Kevin Austin on Feb 24, 2017 12:03:34 GMT -5
Kevin crept quietly through the back alley of Still Creek. Unlike most people, the only firearm he carried was his revolver, which was running very low on ammo, as a matter of fact. That didn't mean he wasn't armed. On his back in a sheath was his machined steel katana and at his waist there were 2 knives, and a sheath for his square headed machete. In his hand, he held a quarter staff that ended in a 18 inch blade. A blade that had a layer of dried blood on it.
All of these weapons Kevin had made himself. He had had more, but necessity required that he trade them for food and a box of .38s that a passing group had. He found that his weapons were in high demand, and whenever he could, he would make a few to trade or sell.
Right now he was on his way to Vegas, but as luck would have it, he had come across this little town as night was falling the previous day. Now, before making the last run to Vegas, he was out scrouging around, trying to find any food or ammo that was left behind. Heck, even spent shells had some value with the right people.
As he rounded the corner, heading toward the rear of the gas station, Kevin saw the junkyard that was attached to it. Without knowing it, he licked his lips. What a treasure of junk, he thought as he moved closer. He was just imagining the weapons and stuff he could tinker with in there. Heck, given time, he could probably create a whole car. "Maybe this could be my shop", he said as he approached the fence. He was about to open the gate when someone came creeping around the side of the fence.
"Suck a duck", exclaimed Kevin as he swung his quarterstaff around. It was a kid, nerdy, but armed. "Who are you?", he asked in what he hoped would be an intimidation manner.
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Post by Rhinn on Feb 24, 2017 16:07:28 GMT -5
Cameron had finally made it to the back of the gas station. He was just turning the last corner when he almost ran face first into a spear.
"Who are you?", the stranger had asked, but his voice was high with stress and and his hand on the spear seemed to be shaking. Cameron stopped and tried to put his hands up in a way that would pacify the guy... then he realized that he had a gas can in one hand and a machete in the other.
"I'm Cameron. I used to run a game store in Texas", he responded. Why the hell would he want to know that? Cam thought. The sound of groans were carried their way on the breeze.
"Man, can we carry on this conversation inside? We are going to have guests soon and really, I gotta pee." Cameron motioned to the rear of the gas station. There was the gate that the man was about to open, a ladder going up to the roof and then the boarded up back door. "I would suggest the ladder."
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Post by JDrew25 on Feb 27, 2017 14:03:45 GMT -5
Rissa made her way down the broken road, finding the town and a few of the dead on the streets while there was still daylight. She brought her hands up to her face and brushed long strands of red hair from in front of her brown eyes, both her wrists bound together by two blank zipties. She was fairly sure she had lost the bounty hunters bringing her back to her former settlement, and the hungry dead that had ambushed them and allowed her escape. She wasn't taking any chances in stopping someplace without walls and a thick door before night fall. She didn't have any weapons, and needed something sharp to get the cuffs off her wrists.
"There has to be something in the town ahead. Hopefully nothing hungry."
She began walking, her black worn sweater and torn black jeans making her look even paler than she already was, and her boots made her footfalls sound louder than they were on the cracked blacktop. Something sharp, somewhere safe to sleep, and possibly some food would make her day a lot better than it had started.
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Post by Kevin Austin on Feb 27, 2017 15:20:11 GMT -5
Kevin watched the younger man's face for a moment and then just chuckled. He pulled the quarterstaff back away from Cameron and stuck out his hand. "Name's Kevin", he said. "I've visited a game store or two in my time, well, before all of this, ya know."
When Cameron mentioned the roof, Kevin had to agree. "No sense breaking down a door that we don't want opened anyway. I'll lead."
Walking over to the ladder, Kevin shook it to make sure that it was securely fastened to the wall. It didn't budge at all so Kevin started to climb it. As he reached the top, he pulled his revolver out of his holster and began to sweep the area, just to make sure that they wouldn't get overran from anything up there.
Luckily, it was empty of anything living or undead creature. Hopping over the edge, he holstered his pistol and reached down to give Cameron a hand up. "So I see you carrying a gas can. I assume you have a vehicle nearby that is running?"
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Post by Rhinn on Feb 27, 2017 15:42:46 GMT -5
Cameron sighed a bit as the big butcher knife on a stick was moved away from pointing with him. When Kevin stuck out his hand, Cameron shook it. Kevin led the way up the ladder and Cameron followed him. The trip up the ladder caused Cam much anxiety, but due to heights. It was due to the fact that with each step he came closer and closer to urinating on himself. When Kevin had cleared the roof, Cameron quickly bound up the last remaining steps with Kevin's help and immediately went to the corner of the roof. Undoing his pants, Cameron relieved himself of his bodily fluid waste with a satisfying sigh. With a last shake and a quick squirt of hand sanitizer, he turned back around. "Okay, so now I can think", he said, more to himself than to Kevin, but no doubt Kevin heard. He scanned the area around the gas station. Zombies wandered here and there. It looked like a mixed collection of old, barely held together zombies that could barely moved and ones that probably turned as soon as a few months ago. The older ones all wore the same style of clothing and were the locals, only have one or two stores to shop at. The others were more varied in their attire and one even seemed to have on a clown outfit. Cameron shuddered at facing down a clown zombie... that was just too much. Continuing to scan the area, he paused for a moment. "Kevin, were you traveling with anyone?"
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Post by JDrew25 on Feb 27, 2017 16:09:20 GMT -5
Coming into the town, Rissa saw that the only inhabitants looked to be the dead, and most of them were about ready to fall apart. That was good news for her. They'd be slow, and she could evade them.
She saw one of them notice her as she came across the first store on the street, and began frantically searching for a building she could hide in, at least until she could get her hands free and a blunt, heavy object. She was either going to have to run from the town or find a way off the street quickly.
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Post by Kevin Austin on Feb 28, 2017 10:08:08 GMT -5
"Kevin, were you traveling with anyone?"
Kevin had just finished putting down his pack and placed his quarterstaff on the roof. Stretching, and making sure that Cam had finished his business, he walked over to him. "No, I have been traveling alone now for the better part of a month." He was about to ask why when he saw what Cam was looking at.
Down the street a bit was a young girl. From their perspective, it looked like she was praying as her hands were always clasped together. "We need to get her out of there", was all he said. Grabbing his sword and revolver, Kevin headed for the ladder in the back of the station. "Cover me", he said indicating Cam's rifle. "I'll be right back." Grabbing the side of the ladder with his hands and his feet, Kevin did a fireman slide down the ladder to the ground. He quickly came around the corner of the building toward the front. He lost sight of the girl for a moment, but then found her shuffling down the street. She was about 50 yards away, but there was a growing number of undead between the two of them. Luckily, the horde hadn't caught wind of either of them yet.
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Post by Rhinn on Feb 28, 2017 11:46:54 GMT -5
Cameron grabbed his rifle as Kevin disappeared down the ladder. He checked the ammo and chambered a round. Next he grabbed his bag and pulled it to the edge of the roof and laid out his other magazines. He could fire 20 rounds before he would need to stop and reload. He put his reloading stuff at his feet so that he would have quick access.
Then he grabbed a pocket mirror from his bag and began to shine it down the street, hoping to reflect the sun off of it to catch the girls attention. He also stood and waved his arms in big slow motions. Hopefully she sees me, he thought.
Cameron knew that he couldn't start shooting until the very last second. If he shot now, all he would do is bring more zombies right on top of Kevin and himself. He might also scare the girl into running the other direction. Dang it if I didn't have my Ruger Mini 14, he thought. It held more rounds, but currently it was broken in the back of his truck.
Movement from the lower corner of the building caught his attention and he saw Kevin move out toward the girl. Cameron waved his hands again and pointed down to where Kevin was at. Hopefully, she would know what he was trying to do.
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Post by JDrew25 on Feb 28, 2017 13:18:59 GMT -5
A glint of light caught in Rissa's eye as she looked down the street. A signal light? Then she saw the person who must have been using it, waving his hands. There were people in the town! As the zombie that spotted her approached, she kicked its legs out from under it, and began running towards the building the person was on top of. From the distance she couldn't tell if it was a man or woman, but right now she didn't matter. They weren't with the bounty hunters and they were alive. Her day just started to look up.
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Post by Kevin Austin on Mar 1, 2017 9:54:19 GMT -5
Kevin saw the young woman running toward the gas station. He stepped out and readied himself. Zombies began to take notice of the young woman running and turned toward her, letting out a collective moan. Well, he thought, now is better than never. He took a deep breath and ran out to meet her. A few zombies were in his way, but he deftly cut them down from behind, slicing the head off of one of the decaying bodies while kicking the other one in the back, sending it sprawling.
Kevin didn't really have time to kill them properly, no the job was to get the girl to safety. As he approached her, he got a better view of her. She was in her early/mid teens and very pale, like she didn't spend a lot of time outside. The other visible thing was that her hands were zip-tied together, which put Kevin on alert. Something was really wrong with this picture.
"Hold still", Kevin said. He pulled out a smaller knife and motioned for her to stick out her hands. As he cut the straps that bound her wrists, he spoke quietly to her. "Around the back of the Gas station there is a ladder that heads up to the roof. That is where we are headed." He flipped the knife around and held it out, handle first, to the woman. "Take this", he said, giving her the weapon. Then he picked up his sword again and motioned. "Let's go." All the while he was hoping that his knife wouldn't find its way into his back.
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Post by JDrew25 on Mar 1, 2017 10:12:28 GMT -5
Rissa was glad to have her hands freed, and a weapon in her hand. She gave the man a grateful smile, and began moving with him. She was t worried about killing any of the zombies around them, simply getting away while the opportunity was still good. The man seemed to have the killing situation well in hand, and his weapon had more reach. She didn't want to get any closer than she had to, the number of close calls she had experienced today was enough to last her a lifetime.
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