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Post by Winters on Sept 9, 2010 0:10:22 GMT -5
Though not large enough to be considered a department, this is where the police officers of Still Creek reside. Most of the work that was done here was to do with transferring criminals into the prisons inside the city of Vegas. Only a single holding cell is located at the back of this place, and there isn't even a lounge area for the hark working officers. The Sheriffs office is on the second floor, with is accessible by two sets of stairs leading up. The windows are all barred off, so you might have to get getting in the back door.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Oct 10, 2010 13:11:04 GMT -5
Two Hours Ago It was almost as if God himself didn't want to make things easy on her. At least, that's what Anna believed when she was pulling herself over the fence besides the Sheriff's station. Her upper body strength wasn't great but it was enough to get her over the fence. Someone had completely moved the dumpster away and there was too much trash to move it against the fence. Emptying the trash would've made too much noise and the nearby infected would come after her.
As her boots clicked against the ground upon landing, she waited quietly and began slowly creeping her way to the back door of the station. The front door had been locked upon trying and the key was more differently needed than most. Something Anna wouldn't have been able to pick even if she tried. As she crept by the few infected wandering, she looked to the open back door. Why had it been partially open and not completely shut? Anna pulled a Hardballer from the front of her belt pack, and pushed the door open with the tip.
It's quiet...And quiet's good! ...Or is it bad? ...Ahh hell I can't remember!
Anna removed the other Hardballer from its holster, having both at the ready and aimed in front of her. Anna silently shut the door behind her, save for the click of the door shutting and locking. The entire first floor had been empty on her first sweep, even the small cell in the back. She climbed the staircase to the second floor where only an office was and there was still no one. It was odd, that there had been no infected within the building at all.
As Anna holstered the two Hardballers, she came upon the Sheriff's desk with scribbled writings. The desk had been cluttered in paperwork, it was hard to even see the desk itself. But when she moved it all aside there was a large shotgun resting on the desk. Anna lifted it up and examined it, guiding her hands over every inch of the weapon.
BOOM!
The weapon discharged a loud explosion. A shriek was all that could be heard followed by a thumb and then a crash. The weapon's sudden explosion startled her. She hadn't even pulled the trigger, which meant the gun must be malfunctioning. The weapon crashed onto the desk of paperwork but didn't go off again. Collecting her breathing, it was the scratches at the door below that caught her attention...Present Time Anna was slightly huddled up in the corner of the Sheriff's office, she had been curled up in a ball as if she had been scared. However nothing could be further from the truth. She had been huddled up to try and think of a solution out of the predicament she was in. Infected humans swarmed the front door of the sheriff's office and were scratching.
The door would hold for a few more hours but she had to think of a way out by then. The back door was a good option but it was impossible to know how many were out by the back unless you looked outside. And it felt like a few were scratching. Pearl whites gripped onto her soft pink glossy lips as she began to think. She would need something brilliant if she was going to get out of this situation alive.
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 15, 2010 18:44:05 GMT -5
==Still Creek==
The road leading up to Still Creek was a slow and treacherous road even in the best of times… and now could not be considered the best of times, thought Lilly. She had slowed her cruiser down to an appalling 10 mph as she tried to navigate around the broken down, burned out hulls of vehicles and debris that littered the two lane road that was the main thoroughfare into Still Creek. Every so often her hand would slip from the wheel and onto her Ruger just to make sure it was still there. This was just the type of place that the undead would be at, waiting to attack her car around the next bend.
Lilly didn’t know what was worse, them attacking her, or that around each corner there was nothing waiting for her, further adding to the suspense of the next corner. She also knew that her car was probably the loudest thing in the town. If the zombies were nearby, they soon would be. The corpse of a Dodge Challenger lay in the middle of the road, up on one side. The front windshield had been pushed through and bloody stains filled the interior. Lilly prayed that she wouldn’t end up like that.
Another touch to her gun, just to steady her nerves.
Up ahead, the road leveled out and expanded into a 4 lane road… the main street of this small sleepy town. From the map, it showed that she only had to cross a bridge to be in the town. Clearing a small crest, Lilly let out a stream of rich curses that would make her father and grandfather both proud of her and dismayed. Lilly had entered the city from the Quarantined Zone. The bridge was blocked and walls went around a portion of the city… like the construction crews were working to finish, but never got the time. Lilly knew why to. The undead of the city had overrun the small sleepy town and the quarantine zone. While most zombies had probably left the area, she knew the town to be crawling with the undead. It was just her luck.
She stopped her cruiser just before the barricades and again checked her fire arm. Then she unlocked her AR-15 and pulled it from its resting place in the front seat. Chambering a round, she put her car in park and opened the door. She had learned a long time ago, to just leave the car running. Many people had died, trying to find the keys and open doors. Quietly she climbed to the top of one of the barricades and looked around the immediate area. She hadn’t noticed anything that moved, but she knew that was a deadly deception. Sighting through her scope, she began to peer down farther into town… across the bridge and onto the streets and small shops that were cloistered together. She noticed at the far end of town that the bodies of the undead were littering the ground in far too many numbers to be a coincidence. Someone is either here, or has been through here recently, killing the undead, she thought.
Killing the undead… how ironic, she thought. Amused by the irony of the situation she still scoped as far as the scope would let her see. Zombies wandered aimlessly, looking for food, or just bumping into each other. For a half second, she thought about putting a few of them out of their misery, but she fought the urge. These zombies weren’t close to her and her grandfather had taught her to never waste ammo. Plus the report of her weapon going off would surely attract the zombie to flock to her… a bad idea indeed.
Quietly, she climbed down off the barricade and got back in her car. Looking at the instrument panel, she saw that she had ½ a tank of gas left. It was enough to get her to Vegas and a little ways out, but not by much. She could chance going into town, but that would be fighting a lot of zombies for pumps that might be dry. Well, she thought, time to find out if it is worth it. She picked up her radio and tuned it to the frequency that most emergency and law enforcement agents used and hit the button. A little bit of static came through and then Lilly spoke.
“This is Lilly Duncan. I am at the Quarantine Zone of Still Creek. Is anyone still alive in the town?”
She repeated the message again and again and then switched to difference frequencies and repeated her question, hoping to see if anyone was alive. If there was no answer, she would just leave and head straight into Vegas.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Nov 16, 2010 18:01:26 GMT -5
A plan had begun forming in Anna's mind. The windows had been entirely barred and there was absolutely no way to get out of them. Going Rambo would be an even worse idea, but there had to be a sewer access wasn't there? No. No she checked for stuff like that. Forehead rose and dropped to tap against her knees, beginning to think. Then there was the distant sound of a voice coming from the other side of the desk, it was filled with static and faint which meant a radio of some sort. However when Anna climbed over it to look, she saw nothing, but heard herself get closer to the source.
She dropped back down onto the side she was originally huddled up in and crawled underneath the desk to grab a beat up walkie-talkie. Her fingers glided over the controls to turn up the volume, the voice ceasing it's sentence when she did. She managed to catch the end of the sentence knowing that someone was in radio-distance.
"...still alive in Still Creek?"
With her extensive knowledge on automobiles, she'd come across many things. Anna knew how to work this thing for one, which was a great relief. Anna pressed the button to send her voice from the small receiver to the opposing party listening on the same frequency.
"H-Hello?...I-I'm in the Sheriff's station... If anyone can hear me...Please send help..."
Anna had been extremely wary of the woman's voice from the other end of the receiver. For all she knew it could have been another psychotic person. She had to be careful, but she also didn't want to get stuck here so she would take any help, even if it was another freaky psycho.
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 17, 2010 22:02:07 GMT -5
Lilly was halfway back to her car when a voice came floating back over her radio. She was almost to the point of being relieved. If no one answered, then she wouldn't have to enter the city. Now, though, a voice, a female voice came back. It was fraught with emotion and dispair.
Lilly keyed the radio again. "Who is this? Over." As she let go the button, she aimed her scoped rifle at the sheriff's station. From this distance, she could see the squat two story square building. It had a flat roof. Zombies stumbled around in the street around the building and there were a few that were struggling up the stairs in the front. Though Lilly couldn't see the back, she imagined the back looked the same.
Scanning over the building, she saw that bars were over the windoww. She knew that they did good to keep those inside from getting out, but that was working against her at this point. Then she looked at the roof again. No ladder or stairs went to the roof. That gave her and idea for how to get this person out of the station. As she waited for the voice to respond, she began to formulate a plot.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Nov 18, 2010 6:29:10 GMT -5
"...My name is A-Anna..."
Anna said as she began walking from the sheriff's office down the steps with the cop's radio. She heard static after her response as she slightly lowered the volume so that the static wouldn't agitate the infected any further. Her converse shoes stepped down each step slowly as she listened to the scratching and leaned her body over the edge of the steps to look at the door. Anna had piled what amount of free items that was around the first floor of the Sheriff's Office.
The door remained mostly sturdy but it was impossible to know for how long. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she hung herself over the edge with her arms dangling over the edge as her stomach rested against the railing. Keeping her eyes closed, Anna swayed her arms to the side as she waited a response from the person on possibly sending help her way.
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 19, 2010 19:18:58 GMT -5
“Anna, my name is Lilly. I’m a police officer and I’m going to get you out of there. I have a plan, but first, I need you to do something for me. I need you to see if there is any weapons, ammo, medicine or tools lying around that might be useful. Can you do that for me? Only take what you can carry. Then go wait by the back door, but don’t make a sound. I’ll honk 3 times and then you open the door and come running. Can you do this?”
Lilly had a good idea of what was in the sheriff’s station. It probably looked pretty much like Precinct 12 did when they left. Anything of use was already gone with junk and broken equipment left behind. Of course there was always a chance that something useful had escaped the looters. Lilly had given Anna this task because it would give her something to do besides just sitting around listening to the zombies outside. The despair and desperation in her voice let Lilly to believe that she was close to losing it. A task, no matter how menial would focus her attention on something else beside what lay on the other side of that door.
Plus, if Lilly could work it out just right, they wouldn’t be there… or a few would still be there when she arrived.
If she arrived.
Lilly had an idea, but she needed to scout out the area. Raising her scope one more time, she eyed the street closest to her… the one butting right up to the Quarantine Area. Several cars were sitting there with their doors opened. They were newer cars, as Lilly could pick out a Volvo and a few Beamers. They would do. Going to her trunk, she opened it and found a few flares that all cops had in their car for traffic accidents. She grabbed three of them and went back to her car. Starting it up, she reversed course and backed away from the containment area. While looking over the area, she noticed that a dirt path led under the bridge and into the city. She remembered seeing a dirt path with skid marks heading down it a few miles back and figured that’s where it led. The tracks in the dirt were newer than the rest and the busted gate in the city pretty much spoke to the last refugees busting out of there by going around the Quarantined Area. Exactly how Lilly was now going to enter the city.
Turning away from the city, she sped up, keeping the car slow enough to not kill herself, but fast enough to get to the dirt road in the matter of minutes. Then she turned down the dirt road, her cruiser bottoming out on some of the ruts. She slowed down to an appalling 10 mph and crept closer to the town.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Nov 20, 2010 13:24:10 GMT -5
There was another response and Anna listened closely to the radio, her hand guiding the tool to her right ear. She listened to what Lilly had to say and nodded, not even realizing that Lilly couldn't see the nod. The first sweep of the Sheriff's office provided her with absolutely nothing but that failure of a shotgun. Anna placed the radio on the Sheriff's desk for a moment and looking at the shotgun. She shifted the slide so that the only shell in it was released.
Anna lifted it and carried it down the stairs to the first floor. There was a gentle creak as the pressure applied to the front door could be heard. The door was on the verge of breaking, that was when Anna pulled the Hardballer from her right thigh. With shotgun in left hand and Hardballer in right, Anna aimed her sidearm at the front door and began playing the waiting game. She couldn't believe she was relying on a stranger for safety, but what else was she to do? It was trust or die, either way was a fifty percent chance of death.
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 26, 2010 16:06:25 GMT -5
Lilly's cruiser slowly approached the city streets. Every minute felt like a lifetime. When she had backtracked, she found a dirt road. A map she had showed this to be the Valley Trail and it led into the city. So she had followed it, at times slowing down to almost 5 mph to keep from bottoming out her car on the potholes and ruts in the dirt road. She started to think that it was going no where when it crossed under the bridge that indicated the edge of the quarantined zone. Slowly, the cruiser crept out into the streets. At the other end of the town there was a gas station, but Lilly wasn't even going to bother with it. No doubt it was either surrounded by Zombies, or the gas was already gone. When she had looked over the area with her scope, she had seen many bodies laid out in a pattern that showed the shooter were mostly from inside. They had probably taken most of the gas. She wasn't going to risk her life finding out.
As the car slowed to a stop, Lilly waited for a wave of the undead to overwhelm her car. She was pleasantly surprised when they didn't. In fact there weren't that many around. Either they had wandered off, been killed, or this town just didn't have that many to begin with. The only crowd she could see was the group outside the front door of the police station... where Anna was at.
Grabbing the three flares from the seat, she opened the door and stepped out, flares in one hand, her Ruger 9mm in the other. Cautiously, she looked around the corner. The three cars that she had seen parked on the side of the road were still there and seemingly vacant. She crept over to the first car. She took off the gas cap cover and could smell some of the fumes. It didn't overwhelm her but she thought there might be enough for her plan. Working quickly, she struck the flare, igniting it. Then she positioned it precariously inside the gas tank nozzle, where most people put the pump. The sparks from the flare were falling on the outside of the car, but it wouldn't be long before the entire flare went down the tube.
Knowing she only have a few minutes, Lilly quickly put the rest of the flares in the tank of the other cars. Then she turned to make her way back to her car.
But she wasn't alone.
Standing between her and the cruiser were two of the undead. They had sensed her... Lilly could only think of it as sensed, since one of them had no eyes. It was large man with half his torso eaten away and a small boy who's leg had been torn off. They crawled/slithered, lumbered, lurched toward Lilly.
Without thinking, and with no need for stealth, she put a bullet into each of the undead's head, snapping them back. They hit the ground and ceased to move, but the report of the gunshot, along with the echo it created through the deserted town, drew the attention of any undead in the area...
Which is exactly what Lilly wanted. She sprinted back to her car and jumped in, locking the doors and putting it in drive. She accelerated away from the ticking timebombs and took down a deserted road that ran parallell to the the main road, but also put her in the direction of the station.
As the station came into view, she could see that some of the zombies were already leaving, but that another group of the undead were gathered at the rear entrance.
BOOM!
The first car exploded sending up a fireball and schrapnel in all directions. The shockwave also set off the car alarms of the other two cars, causing them to flash their lights and blast sirens into the air. More undead turned and moved in that direction. Five minutes later the next car exploded.
KA-BOOM!
It rocked the third car, causing the alarm to activate again. Desperately, Lilly kept looking at the station. More and more zombies were leaving to go after the explosions, drawn away by the fire and noise. There were now only a handful left and the third explosion was just seconds away.
Lilly picked up the radio.
"Anna, are you ready. I'll be there in 4 minutes."
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Post by Marc Firewing on Nov 28, 2010 7:20:06 GMT -5
There was a loud explosion that forced her to fall on her hips from just the sound of the explosion itself. She blinked and shook her head, pushing up to her feet and readied herself. Anna waited, her thumb gently and impatiently tapping the firing pin of the weapon. It was to calm the nerves, she listened as the zombies slowly started going away, before a second explosion occurred. More and more they were following the alarms and sounds of metal scratching against concrete.
Anna exhaled, slowly bending her legs and straightening them to bounce somewhat. The adrenaline slowly began to pickup, Anna holstered her Hardballer and looked to the door. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears as she was ready to start running, she was just waiting on the signal.
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 30, 2010 0:40:42 GMT -5
As the third explosion went off, Lilly gunned the engine and the cruiser closed the distance with the Sherriff's office. She lined up the car for a straight shot and accelerated. She managed to crush two of the undead and felt the deep thuds as the reinforced bumper broke their bones and then their bones were crushed under her wheels. As she pulled up to the front door, she felt the car jump as it lurched over the curb. She winced a bit as she gave three quick honks and then flung open the backdoor, pointing her sidearm out at the door... just in case.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Dec 2, 2010 12:26:48 GMT -5
Anna heard the car screech up into the alleyway that was connected to the back door. She went and threw open the back door, making a run for it towards the woman's vehicle. Slowly, the infected began appearing in the Sheriff's Office, but they were some of the few that didn't get lured away from the explosions. Anna tossed the defective shotgun into the vehicle and dove in herself. She scrambled upwards to shut the door as she fell on her back, exhaling heavily. Anna looked to the other.
"Let's go! I don't want to stay here any longer than I need to."
Anna exclaimed, pulling herself to a sitting position in the backseat of the car but climbed over into the front. She exhaled heavily, left hand coming over her heart before calming herself down. Her eyes closed as her head leaned back and hands guided her seat belt into place.
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Post by Rhinn on Dec 15, 2010 15:44:10 GMT -5
Lilly fought the urge to gun the car. The explosions had subsided and the only thing drawing the attention of the undead was the fires and the still functioning car alarm. Gunning the engine would have turned the attention back onto them.
Slowly she pulled down to the end of the alley. Her plan was to cross over two streets and head back toward the quarantined area. There was a risk of the massed undead at the end, but by that time, they could shoot past them and down the dirt road under the bridge.
Looking down, she saw that her plans were not to be... the gas gauge, which before this stunt was at 3/4 of a tank, was at less than half and steadily dropping. Somewhere along the way, they had hit something that had gashed a hole in either the gas tank or the gas line. They wouldn't make it down to the bridge, much less passed the undead.
She turned right and sped up, heading towards the gas station. It was the only place that would have gas and maybe the tools to repair the car... as if Lilly could repair a car.
"Change of plans, we need to get to the gas station."
At the end of the street was the gas station. It's garage door was left open by whoever was last there. If they could make it in there and shut it, they would only have to deal with the undead left inside... and Lilly was betting there weren't many.
By now the gauge was down to 1/4. Oh well, thought Lilly and she gunned the engine, speeding up. She took out 3 undead wandering towards them with the front bumper and then veered to put them into a straight shot into the garage repair bay.
[Moving to Still Creek - Brockett's Gas Station]
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 7, 2011 3:22:31 GMT -5
Jensen gripped his cruifix and closed the front door. He proceeded to grab his recliner and move it in front of the door. Only him and Jamie where in the house, Caleb was at work. He told his daughter to wait in the bathroom in case anything happened. Several minutes eariler Jensen was attacked by a group of infected, he rushed home to find that his daughter was okay. Luckily his home was near the sheriffs office in case they were over ran. The moaning outside slowly got closer and louder. He ran to the desk and grabbed his Revovler and made sure that there was ammo. It was completely loaded. " Jamie, honey, you can come out now!" He knew that they were safe for the time being.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 7, 2011 3:30:20 GMT -5
Jamie had been sitting in one of the stalls on the edge of the toilet, waiting impatiently. Her father was way too overprotective for his own good, sending her into the bathroom as soon as they got to the sheriff's, which consisted of two dead officers with bulletholes between their eyes.
He must have forgotten she lived through this crap since she was a toddler. Not like it was any suprise, although she knew his heart was in the right place...and for that, she obediently obeyed her father and awaited his call.
"Jamie, honey! You can come out now!" she heard him say. She grabbed the pistol she had taken good care of since first recievfed years ago, it was currently empty, but it could still be of use. Either way, she came out of the bathroom and saw her father across the room, looking through the barred windows worriedly.
"How many are out there, now, dad?" she asked.
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