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Post by Kalonov Dyne on Sept 12, 2009 6:49:33 GMT -5
[We'll need Esca to make the next move, because non-admins can't make new areas normally. She may be able to.]
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Post by Escachick357 on Sept 12, 2009 21:50:25 GMT -5
(You don't need me to make the next move. The place already exists. We're just going there. Any member can go there.)
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 10, 2010 11:28:52 GMT -5
Taking the rear entrance in to the store where the loading docks were situated, "We'll just grab and go. This area is like an infection heatwave. Don't even let a fly touch you," two mesh gates stopped anything from breaking into the rear area; it meant it was fairly clear of destruction and a lot more welcoming than the front door.
"There we are," Aya pushed her dimple to make a silly face at the cargo truck, "We can nab one of them, fit all the goodies in it easily plus the extra stuff we'll be getting elsewhere," she parked the Jeep nearby one of the loading zone shutters, "I'm not driving that though, I'll sneeze out a kitten if I have to drive next to a cliff in that,"
Opening the back gate of the Jeep and taking her bag and rifle out, "We could probably grab a couple of cars I reckon," she slapped the gate shut, "In other trips we do. Build up a collection for the right situation and stuff," trucks were nice to haul, but speed wouldn't compute if they were in a hurry; another Jeep maybe, 'You did well,' she patted it on the hood while walking back out in front. The flywheel had begun to sound like a howler monkey being strangled with piano wire; its days were numbered.
Pro-9 unholstered, Aya kept careful aim while Patrick opened the shutter exposing the quaint loading bay then taking several steps in. Dry storage boxes sat among the place, a small orders office sat untouched to one side with its green desk lamp still on; a trolley parked awkwardly against the entrance to the store held up some of the plastic tails which always plagued grocerie stores, letting some fluorescent light through, "Clear," Aya spoke back before passing through the plastic barrier.
The shop was sort of a mess; probably an understatement, but it looked better than most places Aya had been, "Just grab a trolley and push anything that has code on it in, we'll make a couple of trips between the truck before we leave," there was plenty of dog food left for some strange reason, "Let's clear the place first. I'll take one end of the aisles, you take the other," she gestured the end she would patrol before heading off.
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Post by Shotgun Yell on Sept 12, 2010 14:31:48 GMT -5
As the Jeep shuttered to a halt behind the general store, Pat felt the twist in his knot unwind as he touched feet with the ground and breathed a sigh of relief. There had been a thought the entire trip, that the flywheel Aya had managed to scrounge together would just rip apart and tear a chunk out of the hood before whipping up into the windshield. From there he didn't want to imagine the rest, and when his boots were steady on the concrete again, his mind simply applauded his young companion on her ingenious work.
She started talking about the massive white wash commercial truck, and Pat nodded in agreement as he removed the Para from it's holster and let his M4 hang loose across his chest. "I reckon the keys are somewhere in the store, or even the truck itself, so I'll just drive it. Shouldn't be much different than those two ton M35's the military owns," The subject of more cars arose as the duo made their way towards the back entrance, passing the commercial truck and moving up towards the doors. Pat's thoughts travelled back to his bike, the one he'd left back at the liquor store near the center of town and he wondered if it was still there. Being the only thing aside from his gear that he decided to keep after the first outbreak, it was so sentimentally important to him that even if it was damaged beyond repair, he'd want to bring it in.
"Ya know when we first met on that roof? Well, I left my crotch rocket outside the front of the building, and I figure that's probably one of the fastest things we can get. Wont be much use for the winter months though," He'd sold his house and all of his belongings aside from that very bike when he returned home to Colorado. But, bringing his mind back to the present, he carefully scanned the loading docks for any signs of life beneath the flickering florescent lightbulbs, and moved through the still area quickly.
Aya told him to grab what he could from the shop with the trolley, so removing it from the door he followed her inside and started down the farthest isle on the right. Frozen goods. It was probably the least touched area of the entire shop, and aside from some blood stains along the glass encasements, there were no signs that this place was right in the middle of a war torn Raccoon City. Everything that wouldn't melt before they got to the hotel was slammed onto the trolley, and being able to clear out the entire isle of it's frozen goods before the trolley was filled, he simply took it back to the truck and dumped them all into the back of the truck, after sliding open it's rear door and sliding the trolley inside.
Five minutes later he was working on the second isle when a low moan arose from somewhere in the shop. It wasn't too large of a place, so Patrick dropped what he was doing and started down the isle towards the front door. Glass pieces littered the floor, having fallen from the shattered doors of the front entrance, and coated a massive stain of blood with glittery little pieces. From there the stain turned from a pool, into a dragging path off in the direction of Aya, and as he followed it, he found it led into the bathroom of the store...
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 13, 2010 21:15:22 GMT -5
Relaxed. The shop was clear; at least the floor was. Aya wasn't sure about any of the other nook and crannies of the place; if they didn't need to go there to get food then it didn't matter. The only spot Aya figured a zombie might be hiding was in the frozen foods tub waiting to explode out of the different boxes of fish and chicken cutlets.
She started on what she knew would be okay. They could grab as much as they liked, and whatever they liked, the truck had refrigeration after all. Aya lined her trolley up flush next to the dry foods rack and started pushing bags of nuts and crap off of their hooks and into the cage. The trolley was full once she was done.
Pursing her lips as she looked at the houseware aisle, "I reckon I could push about three," she said to herself, taking a pack of plastic locks off and peeling the packet open to tie another two trolleys up to her first. Having offloaded the dryfoods she started fresh down a new aisle, heaps of different consumeables, condiments, cereals; Aya only spared a second to check the date before throwing everything into the trolleys.
With the amount of weight filling the cage and a good run up, Aya was able to ride the trolley train from one end of the shop to the other. The cliched 'wheeeee' sound emitting at the same time. It turned out to be a little more difficult offloading three trolleys at one compared to just one, but the girl managed it.
Next, "Vegetables," she wasn't about to enjoy this part, a lot of them would perhaps already have gone into rotten mode. While Aya pushed down one end of the aisles she came across Patrick eying the restrooms, "What's up? Need a leak?" she contorted her face quizzically, if he did he wouldn't just stare at the door... unless he had some cronic phobia of restrooms (not something Aya was aware of). She placed her foot down to brake, "Zombies?" she stopped entirely now, walking to the front of the trolley train.
A moan. Aya unholstered he Pro-9. There was something different about it though; instinct had put her on edge, but it was off in... in tone or something.
Who was she to question the morals of a zombie moan any-hoo. It didn't stray from the fact there was something on the other side of that door. The blood trail leading under it didn't really help the situation.
"Tony, call on line 5. Tony. Line 5."
Cringing at the sudden announcement over the PA. The nasaly voice struck Aya at her core, "What the hell was that?" she asked looking towards the ceiling. There was a sudden grunting from beyond the toilet door, a gruff male voice mumbling something. Aya ushered Patrick to move back, find somewhere to hide. She pulled her trolleys out and pushed them down an aisle before finding a spot to conceal herself.
The restroom door flew open, no kidding, the guy had no concern for his environment around him; Aya was sure she had heard the thing splinter. A clerk stepped out, a massive man with a huge beer gut, thick limbs and next to no neck. Hanging from his chest was an apron, Aya was sure they were normally white; it was uncertain whether it was naturally red or if it had just been soaked in blood. He rustled his hair, bits of meaty residue flinging out from it as if he had washed it in human intestine. As he stepped further out of the restroom Aya finally spotted the culprit of the blood smears.
Tied around his waist was rope and tied to the end of it were zombie heads... live zombies heads. Two dozen maybe. They all snapped wildly, unable to make noise without a voice box.
"Can't a man have a sleep in PEACE. Who the hell calls at this hour ANYWAY."
Shivering from his powerful voice, Aya found herself cuddling her Browning close to her chest. The next part shook her even more in her place.
"Seems we have INTRUDERS"
Had he spotted Patrick? No, there was no immediate movement afterwards. The Clerk must have seen the aisle she had cleaned out earlier; just their luck. She was hoping they could just sneak out at this stage. They still could... theoretically.
"I see them on the cameras."
Freezing up. Aya slowly turned to look at the CCTV camera pointing at her. She smiled (entirely out of her lack of comfort).
"Toiletries... Aisle 8."
There was a rustle from the Clerk two aisles down, he didn't start moving immediately. Instead he rebounded a zombie head off of the wall from his aisle into Aya's who narrowly dodged its snapping maw; the stench flying under her nose. She wound up and kicked it back out of her aisle before turning and sprinting down to the other end.
The huge boots of the Clerk beat the floor like cabbage; the residual echo of a pump resounded down to her end of the shop, turning to see him pointing a shotgun down range; she ducked out of sight just as the shotgun fired a buck tearing up toilet paper and shampoo.
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Post by Shotgun Yell on Sept 15, 2010 10:54:56 GMT -5
The smell was vile, and that was all that Patrick could really think as the man vacated the restrooms, his entourage of disembodied heads clacking away at his waist. Patrick didn't have a clear line of sight, as he'd dove behind the farthest isle he could and now found himself with his back to the freezer door, unable to will himself to peek around the corner. With a booming voice the man complained angrily about the circumstances surrounding his awakening, then suddenly the voice over the intercom sounded once more, although this time much more heinous then before.
Turns out the man on the comms. was probably sitting kosher in front of a bank of CCTV monitors, and a shudder ran through the veteran soldier's spine as he peered to his left, at the whirring camera only a few feet away. But when a location was announced by what Patrick could only label as the overseer, it turned out not to be his, and he cursed under his breath as he realized it had to be Aya's. Risking a peak rewarded Patrick with an even more vile image when compared with the smell, as well as a glimpse of the man chucking one of his companion heads in the direction of Aya.
Seconds later a shotgun report erupted in the building, and the voice once more took over the intercoms. "There's another one, Frozen foods, aisle 10," Rising up to his feet, Patrick just had enough time to peer down at the other end of the frozen foods isle and catch sight (and wind) of the murderous psychopath as he rounded the corner and brought his sights to bear on Pat.
In a split second the soldier dove around the corner and scrambled back to his feet as a second Remington report rounded off in the building, and shattered one of the doors on the frozen foods section, where Patrick had only just been resting moments before. The madman was fast though, Pat'd give him that, but the soldier was faster. He found his cart in one isle, and shoved it roughly to the farthest end, away from the front door, and once he'd managed to get it out of the isle, he leapt out of the way as a blast of double O ripped into the wall. It'd only take a few more close calls like that to push his cart to Aya's train.
They had to get the hell outta here.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 19, 2010 6:54:53 GMT -5
Patrick had grabbed the attention of the Clerk, Aya used this to her advantange returning to her round of trolleys and pulling them out of the aisle.
Gunning it for the exit, she was only a metre away when suddenly a siren blared and the doors shut tight; the sounds of latches slipping into place instigated an electronic lock, "Frick!" grabbing a hold of the cross bars and pushing hard, "Pat! We're locked in!" she shouted out.
"Stealing is a capital offence."
One cursory glance to her top left, towards the camera sitting in a corner staring at her. Aya lined the Pro-9's irons with it and rang out a shot blowing the camera off of its foundation, "Blindness can be a bit of a prick, huh?" the girl jested. Huge clomping boots were heard stampeding in her direction; the Clerk must have considered her a threat after the shot. Zombie heads came flying over from the next aisle as he approached, one slid under the shelves catching Aya by surprise. She squeeked as she two stepped away from the snapping maw.
"911? We have an armed robbery in progress, requesting a dispatch to Von's General Store. Corner of Craig and Harold."
The Clerk turned the corner holding a zombie head by the hair. The man looked at her with some sort of unforgiving lust for... whatever the hell was fueling his screwed personality. He began to spin the head, galloping towards her. Aya lifted her irons again-
-She wasn't entirely sure she could do it, she had never shot a human before. Zombies were a completely different topic, but this? Aya hastily backpedalled as the Clerk continued the wind up his attack, she felt her butt hit something cold; the icecream freezer. More importantly, the wall.
No more evasion; it was either make or break, 'This guy is no human,' she aimed and fired, her first shot hitting the zombie head just as the Clerk flung it towards her; then she unloaded. KRAK-KRAK-KRAK-KRAK.
Watching as the Clerk stumbled in his place, seething, but he didn't fall. His chest had soaked up all four rounds and still he remained standing. Worse, he looked angry now. Aya aimed to fired again but was forced to dive out of the way as the Clerk raised his shotgun and fire a round, smacking into the wall behind her.
Aya bolted down the aisles; she wanted to find Patrick; regroup, strategize. They would have to take the Clerk down as a pair. Even moreso get rid of the assistance he was supplied, "Take out the cameras!" then they would be able to hide more easily.
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Post by Shotgun Yell on Sept 23, 2010 14:43:06 GMT -5
While Aya forged on with the elimination of their dastardly foe, Patrick sat crouched at the opposite side of the frozen foods isle, having done an entire lap across the building before winding up right back where he'd been, shotgun blast staring him in the face. There'd been a shot earlier that he recognized as Aya's sidearm, and he'd put two and two together once he'd come across the blown out security camera. Now he had time to regroup however, and deciding two weapons would work better in this situation, he rose up his M4 and let the handgrip rest on his opposite hand's forearm. Then, in this same hand sat his Para ordnance, allowing him a huge field of fire.
There was little time to practice though, as Aya came sprinting down the isle following a quick burst of five rounds, and the two rested for a second, their backs pressed up against the side of the freezers giving them a few seconds to think. "Didja hit him?" Asked the soldier, his eyes training on a security camera at the far end of the building before he lined up his sidearm and blasted a hole straight through the lens.
"Goddamnit, they're shooting the cameras! I don't wanna have to replace them again!" An idea suddenly struck Patrick as he glanced up at the roof and caught sight of the freezer behind him in his peripheries. All of the freezers were divided into separate units, and Patrick reckoned that with a good enough push, one might fall over with an outrageous amount of force, much like a vending machine.
"Aya! Stop the f**ker at the fourth freezer," He didn't wait for a response before jolting down the isle and sliding to a halt just at the fourth freezer. There was a camera at the front of the store that was drilling a hole through him, so he popped it with his M4.
"The isle beside you!" Called the voice over the intercom, and suddenly a snapping skull rebounded off the shelf beside him and latched onto one of his kneepads. To say the least it was surprising, and in a sudden burst of adrenaline, Pat shot to his feet, and slammed the skull into the shelf it had knocked into on it's way over. With a crack the skull snapped right down the middle, and fell limp to the ground, and as he watched it fall he could've sworn he heard Aya give some kind of signal and threw himself backwards into the isle with the freezer, felt the shelf snap apart, and the freezer give way behind him.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 30, 2010 6:21:09 GMT -5
Spinning to aim her sidearm at the stampeding lunatic, another zombie head which had been thrown clamped its mouth shut on the barrel. Shock made Aya's finger slip and tumble for the trigger, watching the milky white eyes roll around in their sockets. Once her index met the hair her entire hand squeezed the pistol grip furious to blow the mangled temple off of the muzzle.
The struggle had allowed the Clerk to get even closer to her, grabbing distance even. As his massive hand shot out to vice onto the girl's shoulder Aya ducked, rolling into an aisle and springing down it, 'Fourth freezer,' she mentally reminded herself while skidding to a halt and turning to face the psychopath. In the midst of the situation Aya froze a little, feeling as if she were sacrificing herself; she squeeked in fear which ended up making an excellent call for Pat to enter crusher.
Aya backpedalled as the massive fridge hit the Clerk. The thought that it might not work gave her goosebumps, and when the Clerk put out his hand to stop the massive block holding it with all his strength it mortified her a little. Then the glass from the door cracked and smashed, the Clerk falling inside slightly.
From his stampede to sudden stopping the net of heads dragging behind him had slid up to his ankles. Shards of the crashing glass sliced the sack open letting a number of temples roll out, free to nom-nom on his heel. The pain, panic and lack of strength caused the Clerk to drop to his knees; more heads rolled out and began cutting through the denim jeans slowly bringing the big man right down to the floor and letting the freezer encapsulate him.
Screaming, heads chomping on every limb and exposed body. Eventually all that could be heard were the sounds of teeth grinding flesh leaving evidence that the man was dead.
Aya relaxed her composure, taking one step towards the scene, "You could say it was a case of the head cold," holding her hand out in the V-sign at him, not for peace, but for victory. She looked up to one of the remaining cameras, "Open the doors otherwise you're next," a stern expression building on her face; instantly the electric lock was released without a word from the manager.
Crossing around to the exit where the trolleys had stopped, "Let's just load up and get out of here," speaking incistantly, 'There's people like us. Then there's people like them. It's moments like this that make me feel normal.'
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Oct 4, 2010 3:09:20 GMT -5
I forgot to mention Shotties PC is a little bust so he doesn't reply as much. We should be going back to the Apartment Complex (thread 1 or 2 threads below this one) soon though.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 4, 2010 10:58:52 GMT -5
((Alrighty, I'll keep an eye out then. ^_^ ))
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Post by Shotgun Yell on Oct 6, 2010 15:40:55 GMT -5
(Terribly sorry, I was on an exercise with my troop for the last little while. No computers in the field x.x)
Patrick could feel his blood boiling beneath his skin as the freezer tipped over, stopped, fell some more, and eventually had fallen flat on the linoleum floor. On the back of it, just near the base of the massive freezer was where Pat had decided to stop and take a quick smoke. Unlike zombies, psychopaths, albeit surprisingly common in the aftermath of such a catastrophe as this, shook him to his core and often required a little mental cool down. In this case, a puff of a Malboro.
Aya was giving him the V sign, and he just gave her the universal sign for 'okay'. When she spoke up next it sounded distant, like she wasn't less than two metres away from him, and he closed his eyes, put his head to his knee's, and breathed deeply to try and calm himself. After a quick second of this his hearing returned to normal and the slight shiver of adrenaline that remained quickly dissipated, so he rose up to his feet and followed Aya to the column of carts. Taking up position in the front, he suddenly realized that the electrically sealed security doors were open, and smirked a little inwardly. If they weren't in such a hurry, he would probably have taken it upon himself to personally find and mutilate the little s*** who'd locked them in this death trap with such a hulking monstrosity. Instead, he just led the cart train to the truck and helped load it aboard.
Less than five minutes later they were pulling the massive truck onto the nearest street and in the direction of the apartment blocks once again.
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Post by Winters on Feb 22, 2011 23:26:29 GMT -5
Arc and Anna walked down the street. He had been ignoring her question, at least for the time being. But after a few minutes on the street, he decided to open up. "No, I havent, actually. The closest ive really gotten to a female was you, and I wouldnt consider us close, in the sense you talking about. Hasnt been anybody else in my life. Partners come and go while I was in the BSAA, and maybe my old life..." After the pause, Arc thought about his old life. Not during the original outbreak, before it. He had been in the UBCS unit, and was there when it all happened in Raccoon City. That was the part of his life he wanted to forget, but it was all there, just waiting to be brought up.
"Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service. First day in Raccoon City, during the outbreak, I met a girl. Jessica, rookie cop. The one who helped get me out of the city. Never heard from here since, been fourteen years. I dont think about her, I barely knew her. Who knows if she alive, or dead, or undead, hell maybe shes just like me. She was the first survivor I met. Then, you." As Arc spoke, he looked at the people that passed them by on the street. It was strange seeing people walking normally, all of them just survivors. This was the first time he had actually been inside of the Raccoon City safezone, Downtown. Signs pointed to a general store nearby, that where he was headed.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 22, 2011 23:49:23 GMT -5
Anna had listened to Arc mention that he'd never been or felt intimately involved with anyone before not even before 1998 had happened. He'd mentioned Jess again, the girl he asked her about when they'd first met in the condos a long time ago. It seemed like forever since that happened. As for herself, she could clearly remember when she'd met Richard Holden. It wasn't easy to forget the occurence either.
"That's too bad. Well, I guess not, I mean, I only ever really felt so strongly about one man in my entire life. Im not really an approachable person, believe it or not. When I met Richard...it was here in the '98 outbreak. I was going on my second year as a cop. I was going to be placed in the Select Police Force but this happened. I was fleeing the station when I lost my car keys and my money when I was running from some damn undead. I slammed into a man with his hands cuffed behind his back. Sure enough it was Richard..." she trailed off.
She'd finally took a good look around at the people mosying around as if things were completely back to normal. She'd looked over at the tents that lined the parkinglots and the military personnel that guarded the place.
Sighing, she changed the subject to get him off her mind. "I smell food..." she said, sniffing the air and following it's wonderful scent to one of the larger tents nearby.
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Post by Winters on Feb 23, 2011 0:12:45 GMT -5
After listening to Annas story, Arc could tell she just wanted to get it off her mind. There was no way anybody would want to keep something like that going, it was a time to move on, and they both knew it. Smelling food too, it was a very, very strange smell. Cooked food, that wasnt just animals roasting on an open fire. It was evening, and most of the people had been inside their homes eating. But the tents still had restraunts and such, something off of Vons General Store, he guessed. Something else was on his mind for the time being, something much worse. Leave it up to Arc to be the one who brought negitivity to a perfectly possitive situation, but they had to be careful. "Remember, we didnt come from the checkpoint, and were covered in wounds. If they have to test me..."
Quickly, Arc never thought much more of it, seemed Anna was already the one leading, almost protecting him. The more normal they acted, the easier it would be to blend in. To actually be normal. However, when he pair neared closer to the tent, an unoccupied table, a man stood in their way. "Woahhhh woah woah, take it easy there, boys and girls. I aint tryna start a fight or nuttin, just leave the tent, please!" The thick Irish accent had already gotten on Arcs nerves, the guy was obvious mistaken. But before either Arc nor Anna could say anything else, he directed them to a table in the far corner of the tent, and spoke out again in a more refreshing manner. "Ahhh, im jus kiddin, folks! Have a seat, please, over here in tha carner. Ill be back with some drinks."
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