Ahote Chua
Survivalist
Snake In the Flowers
"Ringside seats To a ethnic Cleansing."
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Post by Ahote Chua on Oct 5, 2010 5:03:01 GMT -5
Ahote grimaced as the man removed his tomahawk from the Deimo corpse. The man holding it in two hands seemed to gawk around at nothing. But Ahote studied the area again, Nothing. But a few blocks away a huge number of infected were proceeding down the road, Thirty strong. And Closing in around the Civilians.There was a fire escape on the side of the building. Ahote, quickly proceeded down the said fire escape. and as he reached the bottom he let down the ladder, the metal Slapping against the concrete below him, of a back ally way. Ahote looked around, no movement, no moans. the area was clear. And he proceeded down from the ladder.
Arriving on the ground Ahote quickly disassembled his bow again, only taking a few moments. and put it back in his sling. and upholstered his Beretta Px4 Storm .45 from his shoulder holster. He felt naked without his tomahawk. Increasing his drive to retrieve it. he then set off. but his splinted ankle smacked up against something and he grunted. Stopping In his tracks. "God..!"Ahote's grunt boomed. as he looked at the ground, angrily noticing a book of some sort. As a natural reaction Ahote picked the book up and tried to read its title, Not finding one he continued out into the street. the book still in his hand As he made his way over to The man, A slight less than happy look on his face.
"Hey...buddy, Thats mine..."Ahote rasped, As he Walked towards him, The book still in his hand. His gun in his opposite.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 6, 2010 0:00:44 GMT -5
Once the assault had temporarily stopped, Clarissa made sure there were no signs of anymore of those scary as hell creatures. Upon further inspection, another man had came trudging upto the two. He didn't look very friendly. Brushing her jacket off, she grasped onto her fallen backpack, slinging it over her shoulder and staring dead ahead at the newcomer.
"Look man, whatever I did to you, I'm sorry!" she said, assuming he was another survivor she'd wronged indirectly. Of course her silly grin she now had didn't make it seem very sincere. It probably was completely inappropriate as well.
She never was good at being serious, which was something she could recall her father scolding her about.
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Post by Winters on Oct 6, 2010 3:14:52 GMT -5
As the other survivor approached him from the allyway, Jesse and Clarissa exchanged looks for a moment, and then she spoke out in a less than mannered tone after the man. Looking back down at the bloody weapon, he then noticed his own manuscript in the survivors hand. Flipping the axe downwards, Jesse extended his arm, and then offered a little agreement. "Lets trade, that manuscript belongs to me. Dropped it when those things attacked..."The man roughly, by politely grabbed the tomahawk from his hands, and then tossed the binded pages of the unfinished book towards Jesse. Catching it in his arms, Jesse flipped through, bending out the dents in the pages, for whatever it was worth. Nodding to the survivor, he slipped the book back inside of his jacket, and then put out his hand for a friendly gesture. "Jesse, this heres Clarissa. We were just cutting through the checkpoint to get to the outskirts of town, seems to be the quickest way out of this hell hole. Which direction did you come from?" However, an answer wasnt presented. Instead, the sound of groaning and shuffling greeted them with echos along the street. Flicking on his flashlight once again, Jesse aimed it with his revolver down the clear side of the road. There didnt seem to be any zombies that way, and it looked to be the safest route to the east side of town from their location. Without even speaking out, Clarissa had already spoke out and took the lead ahead of him and the other survivor. "I dont have a problem with you tagging along, but if your gonna come, better make up your mind quick!" Jesse spoke out, instinctively following the teenager down the street.
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