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Post by Winters on Sept 9, 2010 0:09:37 GMT -5
For all your hunting and and fishing needs. Sporting a small selection of shotguns and rifles, along with matching ammunition, everything you need to take down your supper is here. Winter jackets for hunting season, bow and arrows from small birds, and even hunting knives for your convenience. However, don't think you can just walk in. Solid bars occupy the windows and the front door, making sure nobody can get in. A perfect place to hold up for the night, but you'll probably need to get in from the roof.
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 24, 2013 16:53:15 GMT -5
The old car ground slowly to a stop just outside Bob's Fish N Hunt. Katrina waited; counting to 20 silently, watching to see if any of the undead in the vicinity were going to sense her. That was one thing that she hated about her abilities... the undead were able to sense when she was around and always came after her.
Still, the job paid well, and sometimes that was the main thing.
One week ago, she had been contacted for a job here in Still Creek. Normally, Katrina didn't take jobs outside of any Strong Hold due to her "situation", but the grieving parents had told a sob story of getting separated from one of their daughters. They thought she was gone, until they had received a brief call from the town. They offered whatever they had to get their daughter, Rachel, back. That had really torn at the heartstrings of Katrina and against her own good judgement, she had taken the job.
Now, here she was, in an old black police cruiser, about to start her search for Rachel, the couple's 16 year old daughter. "Here goes nothingz", she said, letting her accent bleed through. Quietly, cautiously, she stepped out of the car and readied her Glocks. Closing the door with her hip, she made her way to the door of the Fish N Hunt. Pulling on the door, it barely gave. Katrina knew that she had the strength to pull it open, but that would be inviting every undead creature inside for a snack. Better use the roof, she thought. Holstering her weapons, she began to climb her way up to the top of the building. It was made out of stone and bridge, her favorite material to climb. It was so porous and gave her a good grip.
Ten minutes later, she pulled herself over the edge of the building and onto the flat roof. She put her hands on the wall and "pushed", expending the electrical energy that was building up inside her. The more she exerted, the more current would build up. She had to release it frequently. Resting a bit, she moved slowly to the door that led down from the room. She tried the door and it opened, creaking on rusting hinges. She pulled out her glocks one at a time and turned on the flashlights that were fastened to them. Then she slowly made her way down the steps to the 2nd floor.
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