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Post by Mikey on Jul 10, 2011 6:50:13 GMT -5
“Toss anything shiny into the back.” What, did she think he was four? Well… Maybe she did. And Quicksilver had to admit that he couldn’t tell her anything to the contrary. Instead, he just did what she said for the moment. Grabbing guns that she missed on her first pass, he loaded them into his arms and made his way to the ramp of the Stryker, noticing the zombie that was making it’s way into the store and nonchalantly shooting his foot out to the side, breaking it’s knee and making it collapse to the ground.
He deposited the guns into the pile she had started, unsheathing the machete at his back as he walked back out and whipping it through the air, separating the zombie’s head from its shoulder’s with little trouble. Flipping it in his hand once more, he whipped it through the air and left a fine line of blood on the ground, most of it off of his blade. He didn’t take the same precautions a normal person did. If he got some of the blood on him, or if he was bit, anything like that… Well, it wasn’t like he’d revert into a zombie.
He watched another start to come through the opening in the wall and stuck his machete out in a fencing-like strike, impaling it through it’s eye with the thin point and jerking the blade back as the creature fell to the floor. He looked back to Cel, wondering just how much longer she was going to be.
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Post by Caliber on Jul 11, 2011 16:57:17 GMT -5
Several infected crowded around the door way, struggling for their turn to squeeze through the opening. While Cel tossed everything she could find into the APC, the creature kept the infected at bay.
Cel grabbed everything from giant jars of beef jerkey, to ammunition, to shotguns, and tossed them all in the back of the APC. The store was almost cleaned out of its goods, when the door frame (that was preventing more than one infected from slipping it at a time) collapsed, widening the opening. It was now possible for two-- maybe even three infected to slip in at a time.
Recognizing the danger, Cel finished things up, tossing the final duffel bag of goods into the APC, then calling out to the creature, assuming he'd be wanting a ride.
"Alright, let's get out of here, before more of the bastards show up and we get too distracted with killin' 'em, huh?" she shouted to him, over the moans and groans of the infected, smirking.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 11, 2011 19:11:06 GMT -5
Quicksilver nodded when Cel said they needed to get out of there, making his way into the back of the APC after her and turning at the ramp to make sure nothing followed them up. Like the several zombies who had made it through the widening opening were.
Flipping the long blade around in his hand a few times as he waited for the zombies to align themselves properly, he struck as soon as the opening came. Bending down low to dismember one of them at the knee, it fell to the side and left him free to shoot back up. The blade drug itself along the second zombie’s torso and caught its chin, snapping its head back and collapsing it to the floor as its organs started to spill out of the open chest cavity. With a quick spin to build up momentum, he felt the short resistance of the third’s neck give way less than a second after it had started. The head toppled to the ground with a wet squishing noise while the body tried to keep going for a few moments. Reaching out his hand and pushing on it’s chest with his finger, it slowly toppled down to the floor.
He shot a thumbs up to Cel, telling her it was clear to close the ramp now. Lest the have to deal with any more of these things, which were only an annoyance compared to other things that could be lurking…
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Post by Caliber on Jul 12, 2011 2:48:32 GMT -5
Cel climbed into the driver's seat of the Stryker as the creature finished up his killings. She started the vehicle, and revved the motor several times, letting the creature know she was ready to head off. She looked back to see it flashing her a thumbs up, implying he was ready. As she began to close off the back of the APC, an infected man dropped onto the ramp, attempting to pull itself into the APC. Cel grabbed a .44 Desert Eagle that she kept up front and aimed behind her with her right hand, looking over her shoulder. She fired a single bullet into the skull of the man, her arm jerking with recoil. The infected's body rolled down the ramp and onto the concrete as the ramp raised completely, closing off the APC.
"Homefree," Cel said aloud with a smirk, glancing at the goods she'd collected before turning back to the wheel.
She drove off, leaving the infected in her dust. The vehicle shook as it plowed through the occasional infected and over the curb, exiting the dirt parking lot. She drove out onto the mountain road and pressed forward. Keeping her eyes on the road, she spoke to the creature in the back.
"Thanks for the help. I'm Cel, by the way."
She realized that the creature would be unable to say anything in return, not being able to introduce himself. Cel looked around for a pen and pad, as she usually kept one around to write down gun orders. Finding it under her seat, she tossed it back to the creature.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 13, 2011 2:47:29 GMT -5
Quicksilver offered a quick thumbs up to Cel when she said they were home free, and was thinking of how he could tell her who he was when she fished out a pad of paper and a pen that she tossed back to him. Taking it and clicking the pen, he put it to the paper and hesitated for a moment. He had a few names that he could give her. Quicksilver, the designation he’d been given when he was created. Jonny, the name he held in the fake life when they were trying to ‘train’ him through a fake reality played out in his head while his body was ‘grown’. And then the names other people had called him over the years when Quicksilver was a bit too awkward to say out loud.
Scribbling on the paper, he wrote a few words and then handed it back to her.
“My name is Quicksilver.” He wrote. Deciding to try and keep himself a secret. His past anyway. Not many people were left, people who knew how he had really come to be. He liked it that way.
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Post by Caliber on Jul 13, 2011 3:08:12 GMT -5
Cel reached behind her to retrieve the note that the creature had written, then held it in front of her face, reading what he wrote.
"Quicksilver, huh?" she asked, smirking again. "I like it."
Just as she finished speaking, a woman's voice came in over the radio, speaking to Celeste.
"Trinity Checkpoint to Celeste, Celeste, do you copy? If you can hear this, contact me back. You're behind schedule and we want to ensure your safety. Over."
Cel picked up the radio from the Stryker dashboard and held it up to her mouth, pressing the 'talk' button, and speaking in.
"This is Cel-- on my way, now. I had to make a quick stop. See you soon."
She was never a fan of formal radio speak-- formal just wasn't her thing. She always left out the 'over' and 'do you copy' remarks, which nobody ever really seemed to mind. After speaking, Cel set the radio back on the dashboard and glanced over her shoulder, at Quicksilver.
"Okay, Quick," she said with a grin, already giving him a nickname. "I've got some business to take care of. Care to tag along?" she questioned.
[Cel and Quicksilver have left Tommy's Fish and Game Store]
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