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Post by Caliber on Jun 9, 2011 21:46:13 GMT -5
Izzie stood, neutrally, listening to the man speak.
"I respect that," she said to him in a stern and unnaffectionate tone, making eyecontact and standing firm. "The B.S.A.A. needs more people like you."
Pausing, Izzie took her .44 Magnum from her holster and aimed at the infected man slowly ascending the staircase. Firing a single shot at the man's torso, the infected jolted backwards and tumbled over the railing, landing face-down against the tile flooring. It would have been difficult to land a bullet in the head from a handgun at this range, but the .44 neutralized the zombie well.
Turning back to the man, Izzie continued, "It's no wonder they wanted to send someone all the way out here to recruit you. You're not only experienced physically, but mentally and emotionally in addition, and that's quite valuable-- being something that most soldiers of today lack."
Several more infected began to condense in the area with the absence of shooting, a few already ascending the staircase, just as the last did.
"I don't believe you've formally introduced yourself yet," she told him. "As what shall I address you?" she asked him, extending her arm for a handshake.
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Post by Winters on Jun 9, 2011 22:36:02 GMT -5
She didnt quite know what it was, but something about the man was intimidating, and Sherry found it quite impossible to speak to him after she heard his voice, his story. Instead, while Izzie handled the introductions, Sherry aimed his .357 forward, and moved toward the stairs where the infected had started to pile up. Well placing shots into the heads of the infected from close range, she cleared off the stairs, and than held her ground at the bottom for Izzie and the other man to follow...
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"I dont have a name anymore... Names are meaningless. When you learn somebodies name, you develope more of a memory for them, and emotion. So when that person dies, those emotions will get in the way of your goal, slow you down. Might be a cold way to think, but its better that way..." As the man exclaimed, he seen the other woman run off across the floor, and than to the stairs. "She knows what shes doing... Clearing off the stairs would be easier than taking the escaltors back down, leave us open and in the middle of the bottom floor. Its best for us to stick to the staircase, moving around the central pillar, hoarding them around as much as possible before taking them all down in bunches. When theyre together, the infected slow eachother down, giving us some breathing room for when we need to funnel them on the stairs..."
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Post by Caliber on Jun 14, 2011 3:18:19 GMT -5
Retracting her hand, Izzie began heading for the stairs, behind Sherry. She looked back as the man continued speaking to her. Before Izzie could comment, the man changed subject and continued speaking. Standing at the top of the staircase, the group looked down upon the infected roaming the ground below.
Commenting on the previous subject, Izzie spoke. "I don't believe that," she told him, referring to the names. "Names are important, everyone should be remembered. We all have our wounds-- physically, emotionally, otherwise-- but someone who selfishly refuses to carry the simple burden of remembering a name is weak and deserves no respect."
Hoping she got through to the man, she quickly changed the subject. "Alright," she began again. "What's the plan?"
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Post by Winters on Jun 14, 2011 14:31:46 GMT -5
"Put the pistol in their mouth, and pull the trigger..." The man spoke out, hoping Major Wolf would take that with a smart deduction. The only way to conserve ammunition is to get headshots, or just run. Running isnt an option here, the three of them were buying safety of this mall with bullets. Raising his large hunting knife upwards with his wrist and thumb, the man kicked down an infected, and than drove it into its eye socket. He wasnt even going to resort to close combat with his rifle unless it was absolutely needed, and even then, was something he was willing to do. He would encourage the other two BSAA Agents to do the same, but chances are they were smart enough to handle the infected on their own, they didnt need him to backseat talk them.
After about twenty-three kills in a matter of four minutes, the man finally worked up the gut to tell them his name, because they werent just lone survivors fighting to stay alive down here. They were sent to find him for a reason, the least he could do was give them a name. "You wanna know my name?" He spoke out again, tearing into another three infected with his knife, near getting bitten each time, but still unafraid of the risk. "Joe. Thats my name." Another few more infected had went down, but still, he didnt see the person he was looking for. "...And I didnt get into STARS way back when, they wouldnt give me the promotion, so I quit. When all of this happened? Youd think it was instant karma they didnt let me in..."
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Post by Caliber on Jun 16, 2011 18:02:49 GMT -5
Izzie and Sherry followed the man into the crowd of infected. Raising her shotgun to the head of an infected, Izzie pulled the trigger, vaporizing it. She cocked the gun, pumping the shell casing out of the gun, then raised it to the head of another infected, pulling the trigger yet again. She repeated this cycle a total of six times before the gun ran dry. Not bothering to reload just yet, Izzie lifted her .44 from her holster and aimed forward, firing a .44 slug between the eyes of six infected. She reached into her satchel to retrieve a speedloader, which she loaded six new bullets into her revolver with.
After a few minutes of exterminating their enemies, the man finally spoke to Izzie and Sherry, telling them his name.
"Well, Joe" Izzie spoke. "It's a good thing you quit, too. Almost the entire RPD was deployed when the outbreak began-- they were on the front lines, particularly STARS. That's probably one of the primary reasons you continue to live, unlike most of the other guys. Never the less, your experience would be valued by the BSAA."
Finishing loading her shotgun again, she unloaded a few shells into a few more infected, dropping them without trouble.
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Post by Winters on Jun 16, 2011 20:44:51 GMT -5
Putting away all of his weapons, Joe moved away from the infected, seeing them start to pour in more and more now. His ammunition was upstairs still, so thats where he ran next. Without responding to the BSAA Agents, he went back up the stairs, throwing off an infected down over the railing on his way up. As the two follow him back upstairs, he piled the remaining bullets into one single case, and than sling it around his shoulder with the rope. It was a good reserve if he needed to camp up into another spot, but he would be out in a day, maybe two. He didnt have any food either, so it wasnt like he wasnt in the right situation to say no to them. Instead, he came to his own conclusion, and than spoke.
"Give me a radio, and go report back to whoever sent you on this mission. Im not leaving until my work is done, and shes not in this mall. It could take another couple of days before I find her again, im not going to give up on searching this far in. If you want my help, you need to trust me, and just leave me alone..." With a more gruff voice now, Joe spoke to the agents. He wasnt willing to let anything go, that was just his nature. Once he starts something, its going to get finished, otherwise he cant move on. "...But I promise you, when this is all over, ill still be alive. Give me fifteen days, ill hook the radio up to a satalite reciever, and ill contact you."
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Sherry didnt really know what to say, Part of her wanted to take him along whether he wanted to or not, but thats not exactly what the mission entitled. He seemed to have a past, and she could relate to it. The whole time, she left Major Wolf speak, feeling her to be a little more of the professional one at this point. But once he was finished speaking, Sherry did have to speak, at least let him know the truth. "I understand.. We understand. Fifteen days, were going to be expecting a call from you."
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Post by Caliber on Jun 16, 2011 21:01:38 GMT -5
Izzie and her new partner jogged up the stairs behind Joe, Izzie helping hold the infected back with ther collapsible baton. Making their way toward the parking garage entrance on the second floor, Joe spoke to them. "Alright," Izzie said, taking a spare radio out of her bag, reluctantly. "My personal frequency is on there as the default, and it's only at half-battery, so don't use it for anything other than contacting me, got it? Fifteen days, that's it. When you're ready, contact ME, and we'll personally come and pick you up."She handed him the spare radio and he stormed out the doors. Taking her radio from her belt, Izzie held it up to her mouth and spoke in. "This is Major Wolf, we were unable to secure the target, ready for recovery."A voice spoke back to her, "Roger, Wolf. Touch down E.T.A. 15 minutes on the roof of the parking garage."~~~END OF ROLEPLAY~~~ [Izzie and Sherry have returned to BSAA Headquarters, Apartments - Penthouse Floor, Isobel Wolf's Residence]
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Post by Count on Oct 7, 2012 18:45:59 GMT -5
((OOC: In mention to the post above, does it mean that posts are no longer aloud here or?....))
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Post by kerberospanzercop on Oct 18, 2014 13:38:10 GMT -5
February 24, 2020
Location: Maple Tree mall.
Time: 9 am.
Donning his uniform, he left his apartment around 5 am when it was still dark. The shadows concealed him for a brief period of time, which made it difficult to be detected by infected. However, their senses were keen as ever and more sinister creatures roam the hour. From building to building, he searched for supplies. Food was minimal and he needed something to fill his belly. The supermarkets were practically empty and filled with the walking dead. The maple tree mall would be his only hope for supplies.
Going through the front entrance was suicide. Dozens upon dozens of infected accumulated in the main and back entrance of the mall. He managed to find a window that he was able to climb through that led to a large book store where its security gates were closed. He looked through the back of the café area to see if there were any food for himself. Sadly, all of their cheese pretzels and Spinach quiches were depleted. The idea of the survivors committing cannibalism came to his mind, but quickly push the thought away.
Sticking to the shadows, he peeked through the windows of the bookstore that led to the other regions of the mall. Since the mall was about three stories tall, there would be more places to scavenge for supplies……and more of the undead.
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Post by Winters on Oct 18, 2014 23:14:37 GMT -5
It was one thing getting the needed medicine for his friends kid, that was a matter of life and death. But this was something else. Never once did Louis ever drop what he was doing to help somebody, and certainly not since the proverbial crap hit the fan. Thing was, a kid was involved, and ever since he got himself into that situation, leaving it meant he didnt care about the life of an innocent little girl. Vic never played the pity card, never begged, Louis just had a heart for kids. Even if he despised them, or at least the thought having kids of his own. Things were easier when he was doing this for himself, but now it was for somebody else. Somebodies damn kid. Back himself into that corner.
Creeping through the dimly lit mall, Louis instinctively breathed through his mouth to avoid the smell. He never got used to it, and probably never would. Luckily enough he could hold his fire axe with both hands and not worry about a flashlight. The mid days sunlight shown through most of the center, and gave off just enough light to figure out which store was the electronics. What he was looking for was batteries, or at least a place for that type of thing. Charging them, to be more exact. Majority of the obvious places had been looted already, so it was to the mall he needed to find a kid that would be compatible for the generator at Vics garage. But on top of that, he had one more thing to get, and would find it in the same place.
Luckily enough, he never came across too much of the undead, but thats what was disturbing. They were there, just hiding, it seemed. Every now and then a moan or shuffle could be heard, almost rythmicly, meaning there was been packs of them. Getting in and out would be easy if he didnt run into any, but Louis knew that if he did, there wouldnt be too much room to move around if he was caught inside a store. Almost as if to annoy him, a long infected shambled out at him, grabbing his shoulder and knocking the weapon from his hands. In retaliation, Louis yelled a quick sting of vulgarities out loud, wrestling the bag of meat around and against the railing of the second level. With a forceful push and a trip of the legs, Louis managed to dump the infected over and down into the still fountain, hearing a loud crunch as it mangled several boned and snapped its neck. Shivering and brushing himself off, he picked up his axe, and readier himself for any others nearby. No doubt they wouldve heard it throughout the small with the echo.
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