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Post by .Merios on Nov 19, 2008 18:19:56 GMT -5
This street seems mostly untouched. The houses dotting the sides of it, however, are heavily ransacked, looted, destroyed and the interiors look like a special effect nightmare. Hundreds of cars are abandoned on the sides of the road, some pushed off the road and some just parked. It's not safe to venture too close to some of the vehicles.. We call them "grabbers"; zombies trapped within which may or may not be still strapped in a seat belt or locked door who attempt to grab at or bite at anyone nearby. There are valuables within the cars, but it takes a brave- or stupid- soul to venture into them.
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Wolfen Graal
Zombie Hunter
Just shoot them in the frickin' head!!!
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Post by Wolfen Graal on Feb 4, 2009 0:47:01 GMT -5
Sen stumbled into the building, his arm still held tightly in the make-shift sling. He carried his Beretta, reloaded, but no extra ammo. He still wasn't sure whether he was infected or not, but he didn't want to force the others to pick things off his body. He swept the area quickly, his eyes twitching slightly. The place was a mess. He didn't see any blood, but there was no furniture standing, either. He leaned back out the door and called out the all-clear just as a woman stepped into the room from the back. Sen blinked and took aim, but he couldn't hold his arm steady. He was having trouble breathing, too. His eyes slid in and out of focus. The gun fell from his grasp as he dropped to his knees, the energy starting to leave him. He sobbed, tears falling from his eyes. The woman smiled. "Don't worry, you're not infected. You're just suffering from weakness due to loss of blood. With some rest you'll be fine."
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Post by thegunny on Feb 4, 2009 17:30:06 GMT -5
Moretti pulled over and parked the S.U.V at the side of the curb, pushing the door to pop open the back-door for Graves to climb out through and then stepped out through the drivers door himself, rifle-barrel first. He waited quietly for Graves to catch up before heading towards the building, stopping at the side of the door refusing to go in for a moment. He whispered by tone, although spoke loud enough to be heard
Graves, go find a vantage point we can watch the vehicles from. If you can't, we should probably post someone to watch over the vehicles.
Moretti scanned the street and made himself aware of the surroundings, looking out for all hostiles and preparing himself quite willingly to be the person to be out here and watch the vehicles.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Feb 5, 2009 9:29:34 GMT -5
Graves nodded as he saw across the street a bus stop location. The location was an enclosed shed like structure. Graves took his rifle with him as he moved across the street. As he took position he grabbed his radio off of his belt.
"Sarge, I will watch the streets. You see to the others." Graves said as he shouldered the rifle.
Graves looked back across and saw how Moretti had wanted to be the guard.
"Best to let these people know who they have with them...get them to trust us. If I am not mistaken, they were let down by most of the department. Show them that we are going to help them. That way, they will help us in return..." Graves spoke into the radio.
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Post by Zanza and Thor on Feb 5, 2009 10:10:23 GMT -5
Zanza stumbled from cover to cover. He was trying to stay as sharp as possible but the exhaustion was really starting to set in. He reached the doorway and yelled in after sen. "Is it clear?" Zanza thought he heard a woman's voice but quickly put it from his mind deeming it unimportant
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Wolfen Graal
Zombie Hunter
Just shoot them in the frickin' head!!!
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Post by Wolfen Graal on Feb 5, 2009 12:34:38 GMT -5
The woman smirked, calling out to Zanza. "It's clear, except for me. I mean no harm, I promise. I've been clearing this place out for a little while now. Sen's passing out, he can't answer you." Before she could say another word, Sen collapsed, blacking out.
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Post by Metal Head on Feb 5, 2009 22:20:22 GMT -5
The ride had been uneventful, save for the occasional high speed collision with the undead. Coagulated blood covered most of the front grill of the SUV, but for the most part the vehicle was undamaged. When we came to a complete stop, I slipped out of the SUV via the rear passenger side door and carefully closed it behind me, carefully not to slam the door.
With Glock drawn, I closed the gap between myself and the front entrance, but as Zanza called in after the young kid who’d ran inside, I scanned the parking lot for the SWAT truck, but it was no where to be seen. Figuring it to be in the back parking lot, I quickly took a few steps into the doorframe and lowered my NVG’s, carefully glassing over the area. Walking right past the fainted kid, I bypassed most of the closed doors down the back hallway and found a rear exit.
Silently I popped it open and peered outside, it took me a few seconds after taking the NVG’s off to adjust to the light, but when I did I spotted the SWAT van neatly parked near the middle of the lot. It looked unharmed, but I left it where it was and headed back into the building after pulling the door shut.
Now I made my rounds, and opened every single door in the hallway, peering into each room before moving onto the next. One of the doors I couldn’t access though since it was digitally locked with a number pad. Without paying much attention to the locked door, I continued on and when I found myself back in the main lobby, I headed straight for the front desk. Numerous semi-auto’s, revolvers, and even a Dillinger or two sat inside the display case, and I carefully looked over each, instantly remembering my small-arms training and going over the specifications of each.
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Wolfen Graal
Zombie Hunter
Just shoot them in the frickin' head!!!
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Post by Wolfen Graal on Feb 6, 2009 1:25:46 GMT -5
(OOC: I notice almost everyone is ignoring the woman. Oh, and Metal, don't bother altering the post, but one of the rooms contained around thirty dead bodies, all with clean shots through the skull. The majority of the corpses are in SWAT uniforms, all of them with bite marks.)
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Wraith
Zombie Hunter
Eyes are windows into one's soul.
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Post by Wraith on Feb 6, 2009 8:58:39 GMT -5
Wraith stumbled out of the car and hissed as he stepped forward with his left leg. jolt of pain erupted throughout whole leg. 012 administered some painkillers with his Inner Medcical System and walked towards the rest of the group, occasionaly glancing at strange woman. Spirit sat on one of the unbroken chair and lifted his trouser's sleeve so it revealed the cause of the problem. Neural receptors and electric circuit interfered with each other, so whenever the spark was produced it shocked his whole leg. Wraith wondered why his leg didn't go numb alreay, but put it into sheer luck category.
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Post by Mira Ulrik on Feb 6, 2009 18:46:08 GMT -5
Mira's hand moved to cover her mouth as she entered the building, these were all people she knew. People she had taught, people she had laughed with, her family in a sense. Holding the gun out before her, she felt her knees grow weak, once of her hands gripping the wall to stay up straight. "Daddy?" She called out to the darkness, scent of death overwhelming.
Her gun shot up at the sight of the woman, and stayed up after the others had relaxed. "Who are you and why are you here? Why are you the only one alive, I don't know you."She said defensive. It very well could be she was just a random survivor taken refugee in her home, but she still did not like it.
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Wolfen Graal
Zombie Hunter
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Post by Wolfen Graal on Feb 6, 2009 22:50:39 GMT -5
The woman smiled. She was asian, maybe chinese, with bowl-cut style black hair, a sleek red dress with a slit up the right leg and a golden butterfly insignia. She sported orange-tinted sunglasses, as well as a gun holster easily visable from the slit in her dress. The handgun in the holster was a high quality weapon, possibly picked up from the shop. She wore an amused smile. "Calm down. I'm just here to give you some information. I have nothing to do with what happened here. I don't even know what it was." She raised her arms in an "I surrender" pose, still smiling calmy. "As for your father, I don't know what happened to him. Maybe he's locked in a room here, maybe he's dead. I don't really care." Her face grew serious. "I'm here to tell you several things. First, the kid's not infected. Only bites or bodily fluid transfer will pass the infection. However, the slice was pretty bad. He's lost a lot of blood. I've left a full med kit over there." She jerked her head toward a bookcase. Her eyes fell upon Spirit 012. "Wraith, there are supplies for repairs behind the desk. You need to be in top condition for your mission." She smiled again. "I relocated all the weapons and ammo into one place for safekeeping, and because I was bored. It's in what would have been the target range. There is one more hostile located in this building, but it can't be taken out with your equipment. It should stay in your basement, it likes the dark, but try not to arouse it's attention."
The woman sat on top of the desk. "Any questions? Please hurry, I have somewhere to be."
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Wraith
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Eyes are windows into one's soul.
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Post by Wraith on Feb 7, 2009 3:46:19 GMT -5
Wraith was stunned this woman whoever she was knew him, or at least got files on him and propably his mission. 012 walked towards supplies and picked up a blowtorch, couple metal plates and handfull of wires. Gritting teeth and aministering horse dose of painkillers he started patching up. Well Wraith thought he still needed some sidearm and knife, so he would ask as soon as he is finished here.
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Post by Zanza and Thor on Feb 7, 2009 14:46:09 GMT -5
Zanza followed Mira into the building but shortly after his movements were beginning to become slower and less coordinated. Zanza tried to keep up with the conversation but everything sounded far off. Suddenly Zanza's vision went blurry and he collapsed due to exhaustion.
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Wolfen Graal
Zombie Hunter
Just shoot them in the frickin' head!!!
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Post by Wolfen Graal on Feb 7, 2009 15:13:46 GMT -5
The woman smiled again. "There are blankets and pillows in a box in the south-west corner of this room. Rest up. You'll need it."
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Post by Mira Ulrik on Feb 7, 2009 15:41:23 GMT -5
[We need to get this moving again. You can tell everyone is losing interest. XD Once One liners start happening you know the thread is in trouble.Also.... Ada clone?]
Mira was about to say something to the woman when she heard the thud behind her. By the gods above she was up to here with everyone around her dropping like flies. Pushing her hand through her hair once more, Mira walked away from the group. It was never smart to go off on your own. But she was just too tired to care, and the strange woman had said was secure, so F**k it. The young woman stepped over bodies, her heart over the shock and back to a frigid stone state, heading towards the back kitchen, gun in tow.
Glancing at the crock pot on the stone she smiled slightly and opened the lid. It was the beef stew she had started before school to cook all day. And from the looks of it, it was done. "Hot stew in the kitchen guys." She called out, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and unleashing a bullet into the head of a man dead on the floor. Caution is the best policy.
Heading back to the main room she holstered her gun and set down the bottled water. She had to move Zanza out of the door way. Kneeling at his side she pressed her fingers to his throat for a pulse, then moved on to once over his body for any bites. Once she was satisfied she laced her arms through his and moved him over to a longue couch in the corner.
"Zanza.." she said his name softly, an edge of worry peeking through her shocked veil of ice. Her freezing hands pushed loose bits of hair out of his face before she stood up. Eyes still cast down at him. Turning back to the group she let out another sigh and leaned against an edge of the couch. Everyone here was looking haggard.
"Woman... What is your name.." She said, feigning interest.
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