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Post by .Merios on Nov 19, 2008 18:10:13 GMT -5
The grocery store that once stood here had been demolished due to lack of care and damage. The previous owner, Von, apparently decided to build a General Store after the outbreak had been cleaned up. It still functions as a general store, but zombies seem to be the primary customer. It must be tough to be a business owner nowadays. The military tried to control the situation around it, but failed miserably; remnants of a battle remain here.
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Post by rezidentevilman on Apr 7, 2009 16:17:03 GMT -5
Rusty drove i front of the general store, looking out his window. The store was in bad shape, zombies were everywhere. I'm always in the wrong place at the wrong time! I should've made a left back at the pet shop. I'd better keep going, who knows what'll happen to me and my family. Oh no! We're being surrounded! The car was being pounded on by many zombies, and Barky barked loudly at them. "Risa, be quiet and stay inside unless it's absolutely necessary that you leave, got it?" Rusty ordered. Risa shook her head and Rusty exited his car, putting extra force on the car door to knock back the undead horde. "Eat this!" He yelled as he drew his semi- auto shotgun and wasted the surrounding zombies. He kept making snide, lame, remarks when he pulled the trigger, such as 'Do you feel lucky?' and 'Have some of this!' "No, Barky! Stop!" J shouted as Barky somehow opened the back car door. "J! No!" Rusty yelled s J chased Barky around, barely evading the undead. "Get back into the car! I promise I'll get Barky! Please!" Rusty yelled. "But..." J hesitated, but he went back into the car and slammed the door on a zombie's hand. "Oops! Sorry mister! Here's your hand back." The zombie fell backward as Rusty shot it. Barky kept barking, but seemed to be getting tired. Rusty got back into the car, blood all over his clothes and face. Thump. Something was on top of the car.
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Post by rezidentevilman on Apr 7, 2009 18:49:46 GMT -5
Risa screamed as claws punctured the top of the car. Rusty heard a slurping noise. A zombie that has claws and slurps? No, it must be something else... "Stay hidden," Rusty whispered," I'll be right back." He got out and swung around, shotgun at the ready. "What the hell?" He exclaimed as a beast with a long tongue and it's brain protruding looked at him. It looked away, seeming to Rusty that it couldn't see very well, let alone hear... He aimed at the brain, and pulled the trigger, the beast flew off the car, hitting the pavement with a sickening splat. The noise seemed to attract more of them, it sure was loud enough to be heard by something with poor hearing. "Whoa!" Rusty yelled as a tongue came at him and cut his left arm deeply. He howled in pin. More came toward him. Two came from the left, one from the right, and three from the back. Rusty thought quickly. If I kill the one at the right, then I can worry about the other five... He turned to the right and fired, then tunred more to the back and shot three bullets, then shot at the remaining beasts. He was pretty sure they weren't all dead, but he knew they probably couldn't recover that quickly. He got back into the car. "What are they?" Risa asked. "I dunno, but I'll call them Tongues. They have very long tongue, and the tongues look lethal. Let get outta here." Rusty explained. "Daddy! Barky!" J reminded. Oh no! I forgot to grab Barky this whole time! He got out of the car and looked under the car, Barky whimpering as a 'Tongue' tried to 'lick' him. Rusty shot the 'Tongue' and got into the car, giving Barky to J. "Now can we go?" Rusty asked as he hightailed it out of there. "Honey, you're hurt..." Risa cried. "Yea, those Tongues have sharp tongues..." Rusty told her. "Get the first aid kit out please." Risa took it out and Rusty pulled over, seeing how deep the cut was, and how to treat it. About 1 inch deep, I need stitches. He took out the required items, and began sewing up the wound. After it was done, he continued to drive.
(Rusty is now at Raccoon High School).
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Post by Kalonov Dyne on Jul 9, 2009 13:37:21 GMT -5
There were beasts crawling all over the place. Kal rode over to the other side of the street. He saw that they had external brains, and long, sharp tongues. He fixed his glasses and squinted, but he saw the same thing. "Business is booming nowadays, but the customers look kinda wierd." Kal also saw zombies around the store.
"Stay, boy," Kal said, hoping that Fangren understood. Kal took aim at the brain on one of the long-tongues, and fired. He shot another one's brain, but they got the idea. He changed the magazine, and fired at another. "Three down, 1, 2, 3, 4, ...100 to go." He took down 6 more, and reloaded. "Too easy."
Kal took aim again, but right then, 4 of the long-tongues charged at him. He fired rapidly at them, but only took down 2. "Oh, fudge." Kal jumped to the left. The creatures just kept running, and hit the wall behind him. 'What in the world? These things must not have too good of eyesight, or hearing,' thought Kal. He shot at them, and they crumbled to the ground.
The zombies were now aware of the fight, but they seemed to be attracted to the odd tongue creatures he killed. "Hmm, must be the blood." Kal reloaded, and brought Fangren over to the store. He led him over with a treat so he wouldn't bark, but a few of the zombies noticed anyways. They ran into the store, and was amazed by the complete emptiness. "Must be Zom-B-Gone. I'll have to pick some up." He was surprised to see that none of the zombies that noticed him were coming in.
"Wow, a customer. Don't get too many of those nowadays."
"Who are you, and why aren't they coming in?" Kal asked, surprised to see someone behind the counter. "Also, do you have .45 ammunition anywhere? I need to restock on magazines."
"I'm Von, of course. The zombies aren't coming in because I use a neutralizing odor emittor. Also, I make sure to zap any zombies that try to come in. Seems like they aren't completely brainless after all. Still, they hang out outside in case any customers try to come in. And we have all types of ammunition here... except 50 caliber. For some reason, that is banned from being sold here."
Kal searched for ammo, and found all different types. He thought about getting a new gun, but thought it would be best to save his money. He grabbed 20 .45 magazines, a laser targeter, and a silencer. He looked around more, and found a lighter, a canteen, duct tape, and a compass. The magazines would cost $120, the targeter $20, the silencer $35, the lighter $5.99, the canteen $15.99, the duct tape $10.99, and the compass $7.59. In all, it was $215.56. He paid for the items, and asked if there was another way out. "Well... no. But if you can clear out the front, I will give you a shotgun and 200 ammo for free."
"Can I use the shotgun to clear it out? There is no way I can leave and survive right now, with the groceries in hand. I'll never make it back to my house for dinner." Von smirked, and agreed. Kal took a 12 Gauge shotgun, went up to the door, opened it, and took down 9 zombies easily. He changed the magazine, and took down 10 more. They were all over the place, but they fell like rocks.
More were coming, and Kal was out of ammo. He ran inside for more and they actually followed him in. He took more magazines, reloaded, and took down more zombies, clearing the way out. He dragged them out, and took down the last 5 in sight.
"More will come, but you can easily take them out. Look out, arm yourself, and clean the blood off the floor. They are attracted to that." Kal grabbed his ammo, and prepared to leave, just as more zombies came from around the back and from across the street. There were about 60 already in sight, and probably more to come. Kal gulped, threw a shotgun to Von, and readied for the attack. "You got any grenades?"
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Post by Escachick357 on Jul 9, 2009 15:34:58 GMT -5
(Whoa, slow down a bit there, zombie killer. You're killing zombies and lickers WAY too quickly. Even an expert on guns might have some problems taking on a butt-load of zombies by himself. You're taking on a huge task that involves more than one person to complete. Also, it might be best to lower the number from 100 to a much much much lower number to make things more realistic (how can a boy and his dog get into a place surrounded by 100 monsters with no real casualties?).
The window next to Kal shattered. Six zombies of different sizes poured in through the now open window. Half of them stayed crawling on the ground while the other half slowly got up to their feet to take a nice bite out of the top of half of Kal's body.
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Post by Kalonov Dyne on Jul 9, 2009 22:09:35 GMT -5
[Actually, there were about 20 around the store when he went in. He was being overly sarcastic about the numbers. More were attracted to the blood, and then the numbers increased via nearby areas.]
Just as Kal was about to be torn apart, Von fired at the closest zombie. "Thanks, man." He shot at another one, and Fangren ran over to attack the others. "Fangren, stay!" Kal screamed, knowing that biting them would cause his dog to be infected. He shot at the zombie, scaring away Fangren.
"About those grenades, back of the store," Von said, not caring about the cost. They ran back together, and grabbed about 24 grenades. Kal pulled the pin, and threw the first one at the door, blowing it off its hinges, and knocking back 3 zombies. He grabbed an incendiary, and threw it out into the crowd. It exploded, knocking back about 7 zombies, and lighting up about 18 like burning dominoes. They weren't killed by that, but another grenade took out about 5.
He felt something trickling down his right arm, and saw glass and blood. 'Great, more blood.' He threw the rest of the grenades and went to the back of the store. He grabbed some medical wrap, pulled out the glass, and wrapped up his arm. "Man, we need to get out of here!"
"No way! I'm not giving up my business. This place will be looted and destroyed if I leave."
"And if you don't, you'll be dead, and it will be looted and destroyed." Kal grabbed a grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it at the zombies coming in throught the door. "If we try to keep this up, we'll run out of ammo eventually, and then we're dead. We need to leave." Kal fired at the zombies coming in through the window, and ran to get Fangren from the corner he was hiding in. "Come on, boy, let's go."
Kal grabbed 7 grenades, pulled the pins, and threw them into the street. He cleared a path to his bike, and without bothering to attach Fangren's leash to his collar, he led him away from the store.
Kal is now at Pika Pika Middle School
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Post by Kalonov Dyne on Aug 21, 2009 0:03:32 GMT -5
Kal and Mickey arrived at the store about 2 hours after leaving the mall. Kal saw that the other woman had already shown up, probably about 10 minutes before, for he saw a couple zombies that were on the ground still bleading. "Thanks for the help back there. We may not have made it out of there without you, or at least not as easily."
Kalonov looked at the front of the store, and saw that the door was replaced. He looked back and forth, and didn't see any more zombies. He didn't hear or smell them, but the blood from the zombies on the ground would attract more soon. "Girls, it may be safer if we move inside. There will definitely be more zombies coming, with the fresh blood on the ground. Also, I don't think I got your name back at the mall," said Kal to the girl on the motorcycle.
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Post by blizleopard on Aug 23, 2009 0:57:29 GMT -5
Colleen was already kneeling over a pair of soldiers who had been taken down in a previous zombie attack by the pile of bodies laying close to them, stripping magazines from their assault rifles, and then pulling the tactical vests off one who was only neck-bitten and note mauled. When she did so, Kal could note the flesh vertical holes through each dead and torn man's forehead. Looking a bit disgusted at the whole thing, she nodded in reply to Kal, "Agent Colleen Hawkes. Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. You can just call me Colleen... or... Cougar. Anyways..."
Standing back up, she walked back to her bike and draped most of the acquired gear over the seat as she walked to the door, moving to open it with her reloaded 556 pistol in her hand, "Allright... Mister Bravery... At least until I get your name too... I'm going to open this door, and move inside. Your girlfriend comes after, and then you cover our rear. We'll block the door and take some time to rest, repair, and recover."
Readying to push the door open, "Three... two... one..."
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Post by Kalonov Dyne on Aug 23, 2009 7:23:35 GMT -5
"Um, Cougar, you may not want to go in... shooting." said Kal, as she burst open the door, and almost shot Von in the head. Kal still couldn't see, hear, or smell any fresh zombies, and Fangren was only growling at the dead soldiers on the ground. Kal thought about grabbing a vest as Colleen did, but decided against it, that he should buy one.
"Cougar, I'm bringing in our bikes, so nobody steals them!" Kal followed Mickey in with Colleen's bike, and then brought his own in. He winced as he bumped his wound from his last fight on the doorframe, and shut the door after Fangren came in.
"My name is Kalonov Dyne, but you can call me Kal. Mickey isn't my girlfriend. She asked for my help when we got close to the mall and I couldn't say no to a person in need."
Kal looked around, and found a tactical vest for $200. He took it off the rack, and also found a crossbow for $150, complete with 50 bolts. Kal also picked up 20 .45 magazines for his pistol, which costed $120. He brought them up and paid for them, and put on the tactical vest.
He quickly tinkered with the crossbow, and made it so that it was like a gauntlet, attached to his arm, and he was able to fire it from the top.
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Post by Escachick357 on Aug 23, 2009 22:12:31 GMT -5
Mickey felt something tug on the back of her high-ponytail. The tug wasn't hard, but not so weak that she could easily ignore it. Only two people gave her ponytail that sort of tug: her little brother and the baby on her back. She let out a soft laugh and unhooked part of the carrier to move it to the front and remove Chelsea from inside. Chelsea figeted in Mickey's thin arms a little.
"You're hungry, aren't you? Poor thing. You went without anything to eat since the restaurant." Mickey said softly. She stopped for a moment. How could she forget to introduce the person she was travelling with? How could she be so horrible?
"Oh my. I'm so sorry. I forgot to introduce her." Mickey said to Colleen and Kal. "This is Chelsea." With Chelsea still in her arms, Mickey began walking through the store and picked up four items: a spoonish item, a bib, a pacifier, and a small jar of baby food with a peach flavor. All the items costed about fifteen dollars, so Mickey just laid down a twenty dollar bill before putting the bib on Chelsea and sitting on the floor to feed her a late lunch.
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Post by Kalonov Dyne on Aug 23, 2009 23:37:50 GMT -5
Kal felt a tug at his wrist, noticing that Fangren had seen the food that Mickey was feeding Chelsea. He got 3 dog biscuits out of his backpack, and led Fangren away from Mickey and the babyfood. He gave him a biscuit, and got him to "sit", "lay down", and "give paw" before giving him the next biscuit. He gave him the third after a repeat.
"Von. Is there anywhere here that we can stay and rest? I wouldn't mind standing guard, but we need to recover."
"Of course. I can cook something up, too, if you want to pay for food."
"Uh, sure. What's on the menu?"
Von pulled out cans of food. "They are $2 each. I'll sell you a can opener for $10 and throw in 3 cans for free."
Kal bought a can opener(+3 cans) and 20 cans of food. "Cougar, Mickey. Should I cook 3 now or wait until later.
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Post by blizleopard on Aug 24, 2009 12:35:13 GMT -5
Flicking her eyes over to Kal, Colleen shook her head and said, "You two look like you've been on your feet all day. I'll stand watch. And as for the food, I say start it up... you never know where your next meal is going to be. No need to be too gallant on my part." She left the last part off, wanting to call him 'kid', being almost twice his age.
That being said, she took out three wadded twenties, and put down on the table to get three trail ration bars, three bottles of water, and a long folding knife from the small cache on display, checking it and the make before confirming and leaving the rest. Then she moved over to the counter, and started pulling out her swag, including the Remington 'entry gun' off her bike, and laying it out. Picking up the Browning HP, she began to break the pistol down, the three magazines sitting next to it as she began to check it over and find where the fault is, "Mickey... I've got a folding knife, a tac vest, and this pistol I can make work for you. I've also got some push to talk radio-cellphones from a pawn shop. I can spoof those into whatever cell network is left here and give you both some form of communication too. Honestly though? I should evac all of you to the airport if you're willing. There's military there, and if you have family in other places, I can use BSAA influence to get you onto a C-130 transport to another base and then to a civilian airport."
All the while she continued to clean the pistol, blowing down the barrel a few times and checking the components. Pulling the firing pin and the hammer assembly, the pistol was little more than a pile of parts. Taking a bit of oil from her own supplies, she started to get the weapon back into readiness, "I can't make you go. Truth is... I'm supposed to be here to check over some old Umbrella equipment in one of the leftover underground facilities here. But... I can't just leave you here to your own devices. Part of our job is supposed to be to protect people from bioweapons like this."
The hammer went back in place with the pin, then the barrel that had been freshly cleaned and oiled, and then finally the slide assembly. Dragging it a few times, she nodded, and then safetied it and loaded one of the 13-round magazines into it, turned it, and placed it on the pile of things for Mickey. Then came the work on checking the compact shotgun, "It's almost funny... I'm really at your mercy here. Don't take it as an insult. It's just how things played out."
Going quiet, the woman continued to tinker with the shotgun, taking a break to get two boxes of 20 12-gauge shotgun shells, and three boxes of 9mm ammo, each with 50 rounds in them. One box going to Mickey, the other going to her backpack. This took up the last of her spending money, but no comment was made from the soldier-turned-agent as she continued to clean and work on her gear, positioned to cover the front door and windows with her intact gear. Her back to the others for the time being, letting them be and do what they wanted while she made sure nothing that tried to come through would have an easy time of it.
((OOC - So Mickey gets a Tactical Vest for MOAR POCKETSES, a 6' Folding-lock knife, a loaded Browning HI-Power III pistol with 76 rounds of ammo, but only 2 spare magazines for quick loading. Colleen is getting 40 12-gauge shotgun shells, 100 more 9mm rounds, and found 90 more rounds of 5.56mm outside. If all of that is too much, I can scale it back a bit, but this seemed to be a great place to load up for down the way.))
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Post by Kalonov Dyne on Aug 24, 2009 13:03:32 GMT -5
"All right, I'll cook them up now." Kal pulled out his lighter, and cut some rope off of his rope and grapple, and made a small fire. He cooked 3 cans of food, and, when they were ready, he opened them and gave one each to Mickey and Colleen. He had a feeling that there would be more zombies soon, with the fresh blood outside. "Cougar. There will be a deadfest if we don't clean up outside. They're attracted to blood, zombie or not, and they probably have a good sense of smell. We need to clear the front, and get rid of the smell, or we'll have a riot on our hands."
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Post by Escachick357 on Aug 24, 2009 21:46:21 GMT -5
ooc: I think you might have given too much ammo away. You should cut back on some of the ammo given.
Chelsea was a surprisingly clean eater. She took in almost every spoonful of the food and didn't spit up any that she didn't want. This made Mickey smile. It amazed the young woman at how this child could be so carefree and happy during everything that was happening around her. Mickey was already scared out of her mind, but Chelsea was too young to care.
Mickey graciously accepted the vest and the pistol with ammo. She still didn't feel right holding a gun, but a knife alone wasn't going to be enough. She wanted to refuse the other knife she was given, but stopped herself. The kitchen knife she had at the moment would only last so long before becoming dull then it would be useless so she stuffed the folded up knife into the diaper bag she carried along with her new gun and ammo.
"Thank you." she said softly at Kal as she took her food. She was hungry. The last thing she ate was a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast. The can of food felt good inside her empty stomach. She ate slowly so she could enjoy the taste of the food. After she was halfway done, she swallowed what was left in her mouth and asked, "Do you want me to come and help you clean outside?"
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Post by Kalonov Dyne on Aug 25, 2009 6:33:26 GMT -5
Kal was just finishing his food, and he whiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Yeah, sure. But, we may want to use something that will be a bit less important. Also, you may want to leave Chelsea in here, so she doesn't get attacked or anything else during the lifting." Kal grabbed his box of medi-gloves, and threw a pair to her. "These will help keep our main gloves clean, and we can always trash them later. Now let's go see what we can do with those freaks. Von, what did you do with the others?"
"Well, I dragged them into a building across the street. They didn't bother me after that."
"Alright, thanks." Kal looked outside, and didn't see any zombies yet. "We should go now, before it gets too crazy out there."
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