Arkaym
Zombie Hunter
I'm awesome.
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Post by Arkaym on Jun 4, 2011 12:07:47 GMT -5
[Pulling Gray out due to inactivity]
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Post by Rhinn on Jun 14, 2011 18:22:04 GMT -5
Connor looked out over the evening sky. In the distance he saw the port where a majority of the supplies came to Raccoon City. Above, he saw the cranes that would lift the cargo containers from the ships and load them onto tractor trailers.
That gave him an idea.
"I think I have a way to do it", he said to Lynch, taking a long pull on his cigar. "Tomorrow we can head over and check it out. I need to get Celeste settled in tonight, but at 0600 hours tomorrow, meet me down by my truck. We'll take it out for a tour of the docks and see that we can get set up. If it works, we could be adding a block every two weeks to our clean zone."
Connor reached down and popped the top off a cold beer and took a swig of it.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 24, 2011 7:04:38 GMT -5
Harrison nodded his head and took another drag from the cigar, then stubbing it out on the railing of the balcony. He slid it back in the small case and put it back in his pocket. Finishing the last few bites of his sandwich, he looked toward the door.
“I’ll be waiting for you. Get your girls settled and we’ll get you the lay of the land tomorrow.” Harrison said, walking toward the door that led back into the apartment.
“Get to bed soon, you’ll need your rest. Thing’s aint going to go without a hitch tomorrow, but we should be able to handle it.” He said. A hitch in the form of undead attacks, but that wasn’t anything new when they were dealing with their line of work. He walked into the house, said goodbye to Cecile and Celeste, and walked out of the apartment to make way to his own. He got inside, took off his boots and belt, and went right to bed. With a practiced ease, he fell right asleep. He’d be up by four, ensuring everything was ready for their departure.
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Post by Rhinn on Jun 28, 2011 23:59:22 GMT -5
Connor watched as Lynch left the apartment. He finished up his beer and tossed the bottle back in the chest. He looked at his family as they were finishing their meal and, hoping that Connor wasn't looking, eating the candy bar. She looked up to catch her dad looking at her with an amused smile on his face. She broke off a chunk of it and ran out to give it to him.
"Here daddy, I'll share with you."
Connor smiled and took a piece of the bar and popped it into his mouth. "Thank you bug. Now you need to say goodnight to Aunt Ciara and we need to get to bed. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
"Oh daddy, can't I stay with Auntie?"
Connor looked up at his sister, who nodded. "Sure, just make sure you get to sleep on time... and I need a hug."
Celeste ran to her dad and threw her arms around him, giving him a hug. Connor swept her up and wrapped her in his arms. Then he set her down. It would work out in his favor since he had to get up and out early.
Celeste ran back into the apartment and Ciara followed her. Connor grabbed his keys and made his way through her apartment and to his.
As he opened the door he saw that his apartment was set up just like hers... except he had more guns. His equipment had been brought up and the extra weapons he had requisitioned.
He went to his room and tossed his bags on the chairs. He was going to get down to the docks to see how the cranes were working and to see the range that they had. It would be a pretty cut and dry mission.
Pulling off his pants and shirt, he fell into bed, falling asleep as quick as ever. He had been blessed with being able to sleep anywhere at any time.
The next morning would be important.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 30, 2011 4:40:36 GMT -5
Lynch had been awake since four AM, going through his morning routine. He did some working out and made something to eat. Today’s routine was also marked with getting his gear all sorted out. He knew it was good to go, but he always took the time to make sure everything was in working order when he knew he was going to be using it. And with such notice beforehand. When he was sure it was all in order, he strapped his gun belt on, then his vest, then his elbow and knee pads. He slung his shotgun over his shoulder and held his helmet by the strap as he walked out of his apartment, locked it up, and made his way to the elevator.
The bell dinged as he made it to Conner’s floor. It was going on five thirty. He expected the younger man to be awake and at least halfway ready to go. With a sharp knock on the door, he stood in front of the door and waited for it to open. Conner was going to catch an ass chewing if he didn’t have his boots on.
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Post by Rhinn on Jun 30, 2011 18:39:19 GMT -5
Connor opened the door, fully dressed, ready to go. He was just putting a magazine into his pistol and then putting it in his holster. He had been up since 4:45 am and had time to shower, shave, eat and get ready. He was in his tactical gear with extra magazines in his vest. By the door, his rifle was sitting there. Connor grabbed his keys and the rifle and looked up.
"Ready."
He stepped out and shut the front door, locking it behind him. Celeste and Ciara were still asleep so there was no reason to go and wake them. Instead he had written a little note and shoved it under their door. Then he led Lynch to the elevator and hit the button.
"We don't have a full team just yet, but I'm expecting to have a few people show up in a few days. Until then, we can scout the area and see where we can start clearing out."
He stepped into the elevator and pushed the button that would take them to the ground floor. “So today, I want to check out the docks. I saw a few cranes that would be useful in blocking off areas to cleanse. As the elevator descended, he explained his plan to Lynch.
“Depending on the number of metal shipping containers, I say we get a crew up to the cranes and start lifting the containers to be adjoined to a secure area. We block off a section and then go in and clean it out. Then we add more containers to that and clean out that area. We can do a grid block by block. As we clean out the section, then the military can come in and take over, fixing the area, repairing buildings and restoring power. We can use the containers as fortress walls and the undead would not be able to move them. Last night I was looking at it and we should be able to claim 10 square blocks in the next 4 months.”
Ten blocks didn’t sound like a lot in that amount of time, but for every building that needed to be cleaned, all nooks and crannies, sewage pipes, doors, and cabinets needed to be searched. Connor thought it would have been just as easy to demolish the buildings and start over. It would get the economy moving again and burn away the traces of the virus.
In fact, he had included that into his plan. There were certain buildings he thought could go, but he’d have to get that approved by someone higher ranking than him.
As the elevator door opened, he stepped out and made his way out the lobby and back to where his truck was parked. He opened up the back and pulled out a small locked case. Inside was more ammo for his rifle. He began to fill up his extra mags. When he finished he opened up the doors and hopped in the driver’s seat.
“So I hope that you are not afraid of heights, Lynch. We will probably be spotting out from the top of a crane for most of the afternoon.”
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Post by Mikey on Jul 1, 2011 22:34:27 GMT -5
“What kind of team are you expecting?” Harrison asked. It’d be great to get some more people in on this, but if they were going to be a few hotshots who didn’t work with the team, he’d prefer it was just them.
He explained about his plan to use the crane to block of areas with shipping containers, and Harrison couldn’t help but think of how ingenious it was. Simple, like most good ideas were, and something that no one would bother to think of. He’d personally thought the best way to go would be a wall of men with plenty of ammo and discipline, but that was in short supply. They just didn’t have the manpower. Conner’s idea would be possible with just the team he was looking to put together.
They got to the lobby and the truck that he had brought with him, looking similar to the one Harrison had used when he was wandering around looking for survivors. It was now in the parking lot, along with a few police cruisers, a few civilian vehicles, and an APC they had managed to get from the local precinct motor pool.
Conner began to load up extra magazines and Lynch reached over to help him, the both of them managing to load up what Conner wanted to have handy in just a few minutes. He made a crack about heights when they got inside the cab, and Harrison smirked.
“I’ve dated women who scared me more. I can handle heights.” He said as the vehicle started and they started to pull away.
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Post by Rhinn on Jul 12, 2011 12:31:17 GMT -5
Connor laughed. "I remember some of them.. and yes, they were scary. You really seemed to have the luck with the '4 AM Girls'". said Connor.
"4 AM Girls" is what Connor usually referred to as the type of women that you would call after you left the bars drunk and couldn't pick up anyone there. They weren't much to look at and hell if you would be seen in public with them, but they'd get you through the night... if you knew what he meant.
He pulled up to the gate and two soldiers approached the truck. Connor showed him his pass.
"Where ya going?" asked the first soldier.
"Just a recon today, but we will be heading out to the Docks and then back again."
The second soldier cut in. "Just the two of you?"
"We're not planning on taking on the world. Heck we probably won't even get out of the truck."
The first soldier eyed the second, but nodding and let them through.
"Man are they always that nosy? I can see them asking if we were coming in, but going out, come on!"
Turning left, Connor took the truck out of the cordoned off area and made his way down the street. The area around the Complex had been cleared of debris and hulks of burned out vehicle, giving the snipers and soldiers clear view of the nearby areas. After that though, it was more dangerous.
(oc - I'll let you finish off Mikey and then I'll post at the docks)
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Post by Mikey on Jul 14, 2011 15:02:11 GMT -5
“Why do you think I quit drinking?” Harrison said at the mention of a 4AM girl. He stayed silent when the soldiers gave them the third degree. He knew it had been coming, and he want in the mood to deal with it today. Let Slick here do that. “Ya, they do it every time. But you cant blame them. They’re responsible for this place’s safety. If it was me, I’d make you get out so I could search the vehicle.” Harrison responded. You could never be too careful in these times… “Lets just get out of here. I’m eager to get some s*** done.” He said. He hadn’t been doing much of anything. Being back in the field again… It was like living again. He was looking forward to this the longer he sat here. (Moved to Docks. residentevil9.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=riverside&thread=8555&page=1)
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Lockwood
Alive
There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
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Post by Lockwood on Dec 27, 2011 8:57:40 GMT -5
(Entering from Downtown area)
Toast was not surprised that the US Military had come down hard on Racoon City. The attempts to establish a Green Zone had been succesful and took pretty much the standard formula of a US setup. Guards were no longer outwardly jumpy but there was a nervousness behind the stares that spoke of an embedded fear that one day the position would be overun.
In fact this zone had nearly been overun following it's establishment months into the outbreak. Only the deployment of serious air support had turned the tide. Classified reports spoke of all manner of horrors assaulting the Expedition force tasked, along with the dreaded word 'Tyrant'; the M1 Abrams tanks around the perimeter were testament to the fact that the same mistake would not be made again.
To Simon 'Toast' Lockwood it was all pretty much academic, just as long as they keep the area safe it was little of his concern. Instead he would be searching the possessions of a certain Colonel lodged in the apartment complex for clues of the connection between US Miliatry intelligence and Tricell. His Covert clearance had got him past the standard checkpoints, along with a lack of any sudden movements. The grunts stationed here now were itching to blast and many had their nerves frayed by the constant dread of the dead city beyond the walls.
Life inside the perimter wall was returning to normal and the wonderful human adaptation to circumstance took place. Entering the large apartment block he headed to the elvator, already it was getting late into the evening and solar street lights and spotlights powered by generators provided the only light around the safe zone. There was no need to chck directions or layout, this had been done before entering the zone. Confidence and certainty rarely bred the same curiousity and questions from the soldiers inside as a lack of assurance. Toast liked to think he was becoming a pro at bluffing, possessing a decent poker face with a shield of dry wit and humour that protected him from others.
That combined with the slack enforcing of the curfew meant that it was not as abnormal as one would expect to see someone returning to the apartment complex late evening. With a quick check to make sure he wasn' t being tailgated he shuffled into the ready elevator.
Precisely a minute and fourty one seconds later the elevator stopped and he stepped out and turned to the right. A quick scan confirmed empty hallways anda lack of soldiers. The Colonel was intelligence which meant his security details would be a personal one and he would not entertain a uniformed sentry on the room. It also meant he was housed with civilian contractors on the upper floors. All factors that would assist him in his incapitation and interogation of the Colonel in his quarters.
As he neared the door he couldn't help but get the feeling that something was wrong. There wasn't the usual sublte signs of activity that indicated a covert presence nearby.
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Darth Revan
Zombie Hunter
The Dark Side
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
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Post by Darth Revan on Dec 27, 2011 9:20:48 GMT -5
-Abigail has now entered the Apartment Complex-
"Sh**!" Abigail winced in pain from the large, bleeding wound given to her by a Crimson Head as she was jumping onto the fire escape of the Apartment Complex. Luckily, the scratch from a Crimson Head didn't transfer any of the infected liquid into her, so it wasn't enough to infect her, as far as she knew, but she was a little worried that more of the creatures would be attracted by the scent of her dripping blood. All of her worries could have easily been avoided if she had simply shot down the Undead who crossed her paths, but after her incident three years ago, she couldn't bring herself to shoot even the simplest of zombies. It was hard to survive the way she did, but she pulled through just fine, and that was all the mattered to her. After recuperating from the wound she was afflicted with, she proceeded to walk into one of the rooms in the large complex.
Curiously, she scanned around the room. She had heard that the Apartment Complex was supposed to be flooded with military personnel, but the room she had walked into was void of any life other than her own. That, and the ripped-apart screen door that she entered from, led her to believe that something else was in the apartment with her, something not human. Slowly, she walked towards the entrance of the room she was in, and peeked out the door. Again, her suspicions grew when she noticed no signs of life throughout the hallways. She let out a sigh of disbelief. She had thought she might've been safe here, and been able to rest for a while, but there was nothing here.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of an elevator stopping on her level. In fear that a zombie may have accidentally hit a button and rose to her level, she drew her handgun from her holster. Cautiously, she walked out of the apartment, and into the halls. After looking both ways, she continued to the left, towards where she heard footsteps. When the footsteps sounded as if they were just around the corner, she sprung out and aimed her weapon at whatever it was. It was another human. She did a quick inspection of the person, before lowering her weapon. He was too heavily armed to be just a civilian, but he wasn't wearing any uniform.
"Sorry about that," she apologized, referring towards her aiming at him with her weapon, "I thought nobody else was up here."[/b]
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Lockwood
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There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
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Post by Lockwood on Dec 27, 2011 11:14:00 GMT -5
Toast lowered his weapon as the teenage girl gave her apologies. She had quick reflexes but he could see behind her eyes that there was no killer there. She looked late mid to late teens which wasn't entirely unusual but what was more so was the fact that she was armed. Resident with a weapon? Possible but unlikely given her lack of information regarding the apartment complex residency. Most likely a scavenger or
He leant down and whispered to her quickly. " Stay quiet and stay behind me."
With that he leant and poked his head around the corner, with a sweep of his left hand he indicated that she take a place behind him. Without waiting for her to follow he moved off down the corridor in a quick tactical shuffle, keen to stick to the middle to avoid grabbers. He had seen it far too often that Lictors and other mutants burst through doors and flimsy walls to grab soldiers hugging walls.
Stopping outside the Colonels room, he door had been left ajar. Little did he know that the girl had come from that very room. He turned to her,
" Wait here. If you hear anything; Run. Don't think, just run to the elevator. Take it down to the Lobby and get to the nearest soldier."
Toast wasn't sure if she was the sort to try and help or the type or run and leave others to their fates but he was going to make sure that if something happened to him that she knew the drill. Silently he cursed his good natured side, it had gotten into trouble more times than not. However, he was determined to not be just another mercenary whose morals had been left in the briefing room.
Sweeping into the room he was stopped by something completely unexpected; an empty room devoid of any beings, living or dead. A scan of the situation showed a ripped screen door, too jagged to be a knife or covert entry, yet there was no blood or bodies suggesting otherwise. His surveillance had placed the Colonel Grayson in his room barely an hour ago. It was possible that he had slipped out but where to?
Toast shook his head in disbelief, this job was becoming harder when it looked like he had been cut a break. Gun trained he checked the en suite and beneath the bed: nothing. Turning his head to the door as he searched through the cabinets and drawers for anything usable he called out to the girl outside. "You can come in."
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Darth Revan
Zombie Hunter
The Dark Side
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
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Post by Darth Revan on Dec 27, 2011 11:50:04 GMT -5
"Alright."[/color] Abigail said, and followed closely behind the man. She didn't know why, but she felt something from this man, something that she hadn't felt for three years. Although she didn't even know the man's name, she felt as if she could trust him, so she followed quietly behind him and asked no questions. In a matter of seconds, they had stopped at the room she had just come out of, but the man wouldn't let her into the room until he deemed it safe. Not wanting to lose the advantage of having someone with a weapon, she listened to his commands, and stood outside the door.
"You can come in."[/i] the man said. Abigail walked into the room for the second time in a matter of minutes. Nothing had changed since she had been in there, it was still the same room, with the same ripped screen door.
"What are you looking for?[/color] she asked. "I've already been in here, there's not much to look at, besides the screen door, and that gets old really quick."[/color]
Standing in the room for a second time, she noticed a strange smell that appeared to be emitting from the apartment's bathroom. With gun in hand, she opened the door and flipped the light switch. The smell was extremely strong now. She noticed that the room's bathtub was filled to the top, and the water was murky. Cautiously, she walked closer to the bathtub, and tried to see through the water. All she could make out was the figure of a human body. Frightened by the sight, she backed-up as if instinct, and covered her mouth in fear of throwing up.
"Hey, there's a body in here, you may want to take a look at this."[/color] she said, "Just a warning, though, it's not very pleasant."[/color]
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Lockwood
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There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
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Post by Lockwood on Dec 27, 2011 12:25:27 GMT -5
Toast stopped searching the drawers and turned to Abigail raising an eyebrow. She had already been in here, so the Colonel or whoever (or whatever) couldn't have used the fire escape within the last twenty minutes. At least that narrowed down the time window. All info was useful in some way, it just required the right instincts and mindset to make use of it.
"Everyone's a comedian." Toast walked over to the screen door and examined in as the girl disappeared into the bathroom.
About a minute later the girl appeared from the bathroom proclaiming there was a body in there. Two things piqued his immediate interest; that the girl was composed and not a screaming mess like most women would be, and the identity of the unknown.
"Thanks for the warning," Toast proclaimed with a hint of blasé about the situation.
The body was beneath the murk of the water. He couldn't identify where the filth had come from. Detective work left him with two options
1. The Colonel and his squad had kept it here for months. Unlikely. 2. The body was infected, the strain of the virus faster acting than usual. The scene made it impossible to identify cause and timeline of death. One thing was for sure, he could not be sure it wasn't a walker waiting to reanimate. For all he knew the unfortunate had been killed in the bath and would be back again soon, this time for flesh.
This wasn't going to be pretty. He rolled up his sleeves and got to work. Unsheathing his knife he plunged it downward, his arm tensed as he felt the resistance of the eye socket as it gave in and the knife point pierced the brain. The blood came next, slowly seeping out in coagulated lumps and vicious black dribbles. With a jerk of the head above the water he quickly identified it as a John Doe. Not recognisable as the primary target or any of his entourage. Dammit, things were never easy.
The target was naked, this hinted at a number of things and posed alot more questions. Why was a naked John Doe doing in the Colonel's room; unless it was this was a secure meeting place. Secure: almost laughable considering.
They couldn't linger, it was unsafe for a number of reasons and he didn't want to explain why he was in a room in the safe zone with a dead body and a teenage girl. He hated not having the time to do his detective work on the place but sometimes you had to work on the fly.
As he washed his arms and knife in the basin he called through to his new companion.
"Take what you wanted from here and we need to go. Make it Quick Sharp. Then you can explain what that wound is all about." Toast had noticed the difference in posture, of someone with slight but not crippling pain. It didn't help the girl that she was subconsciously hiding it.
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Darth Revan
Zombie Hunter
The Dark Side
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
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Post by Darth Revan on Dec 27, 2011 13:49:07 GMT -5
Abigail watched in disgust as the man investigated through the water and eventually stabbed the corpse through the murky water. She felt as if she was going to throw-up, but she made no sign of weakness in front of her new 'friend.' If she had learned anything over the years she lived alone, it was to show no weakness to anyone, which is also why she had not mentioned her growing injury to the man earlier. Surprisingly he took notice of it before she had shown it to him, which was strange, because she had been hiding it the entire time he had been around. Although she had originally attempted to hide the injury, she willingly explained the wound and the story behind it to him after he had asked.
"Honestly, there's not a whole lot to it."[/color] she began. "Before I had gotten into this apartment, I was just wandering down the streets, when I noticed I was being chased by two of those crimson zombies, the ones that run. As I was running, I saw the fire escape to this apartment room we're in now, and I judged that I would be able to reach the ladder and pull myself up. Well, when I had jumped, one of the monsters scratched my arm pretty bad. I walked into the apartment room looking for help, when I found you, and now we're here, and things haven't gotten any better."[/color] a hint of sarcasm came out with her words. The sarcasm couldn't be described as rude, as much as it could be described with just 'teenage.'
"So now that you know so much about what I've been doing, tell me a bit about yourself."[/color] she said. It seemed fair to her that since she told him so much, he could tell her a bit about himself. "Also, I'm Abigail."[/color] she told him. She never really gave much information about herself away to people, but she felt as if this man wouldn't do her any harm.
While waiting for a response from the man, Abigail looked around the room for anything she could use, but it had already appeared to be scavenged once already, if not many times. Digging through the drawers in the room, she managed to find herself a magazine, though she wasn't sure if it was the same type of ammunition used for her weapon. She spotted a mini-fridge in the corner of the small apartment as well, and went to open it. Inside, laid a bloody knife. Curious, Abigail picked up the blade. From what she could tell, it wasn't a civilian model, but she couldn't get anything other than that.
"I found this in the mini-fridge,"[/color] she told the man, and showed him the bloody knife, "It looks like it's probably been here for a few hours, at the most."[/color]
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