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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 12, 2010 4:21:29 GMT -5
Ashleigh reeled back from throwing the chain, she'd pulled a muscle in her shoulder or something. The girl seethed and looked over to the dog now dropped to the floor; it's momentum had helped it skid across the ground and collide with the garage door, its head pointing at an awkward angle. Ash raised her brow and nodded in content while holding her shoulder. Then penlight came back up as the sounds of slicing and rampage continued. Thomas was definitely in the room now... beam drifted over to Isaac.
All that was visible was Isaac who was still recovering from the previous attack; a shine caught Ash's eye, the beam went up an inch more illuminating the enormous dog that had jetisonned itself towards her. Shock and misbalance both ocurred at once giving the canine the advantage, instinctively Ash held her arms up and the massive jaws clamped down onto them. The rest of the weight against her body finished the job, pushing her down to the ground.
The stench was unbareable, Ash had almost given in; her strength almost deteriorating allowing the undead dog through to her throat. It was akin to an arm wrestle, only she'd lose in the long run. Every time Ash lost strength the dog's nose would get close enough to snort in her face more putrid muck, it slobbered all over her neck a chest. Everything had happened too quickly for her to think of screaming.
A realize set in Ashleighs mind, both her hands were bound in the dogs mouth; she couldn't move to do anything. She was going to die. Finally sounds of struggle came from her mouth as she began to thrash violently, legs kicking about from underneath the undead beast. She kicked at its rear legs, trying to knock it off of her, it only readjusted itself. Then Ash's right knee collided with something.
She'd hit the Isaac's tactical knife, Ash felt her kneecap move up her leg a couple of inches. She cried out in pain and the rest of the retained strength deteriorated, arms loose and limp. The tac knife on the other hand had completely disappeared inside the dog, piercing further into its abdomen.
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Post by RabidMaggot93 on Mar 12, 2010 4:33:19 GMT -5
Ambrose was furiously trying to chew the womans arms off, snarling and barking. His front 'paws' scrabbled against the ground but her kicking prevented his back legs from getting enough purchase to propell him onto her throat.
Her arms would be at the very least scarred after this encounter if not bloody and chewed much towards offal. He barked and snapped even as she kicked something sharp in his stomach and for a moment the massive hellhound froze before he furiously scrabbled away from her, howling and trying to dislodge the object imedded into his stomach, snapping at air and rolling around before he regained his feet.
He whimpered and half snarled before he bolted from the doorway and sprinted into the kitchen, almost loosing his footing on the lino. He practically dived into the hole in the wall and shimmied his way out, and with another long howl of warning, he vanished into the blackness of night.
The Doberman that had been going for Issac still paced fowards, snarling as it picked up speed and lunged for him in a final attempt to wound him.
The Doberman that Thomas stabbed, coupled with its previous wounds and decay, was litrelly torn in two by the spear. Its upper half flopped for a few moments before with a gurgle, lay still.
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Post by .name//Technomancer on Mar 12, 2010 23:41:05 GMT -5
/./Gungnir collided with the Doberman in such a force, it bifurcated it. That's a first for Thomas! The celebration would have to wait, though. In quite a short time, the pack leader had gone for Ash. The struggle took just seconds to upend itself, before Thomas could react. Sad, too, as the beast had gone running in quite a bit of pain. The transaction of blows wasn't seen by Thomas, due to a very low-light setting, but he heard teeth on bone, and assumed that Ash got f**ked right up.
With the big one retreating, Thoma assumed that the little ones followed. While they were still leaving the building, he opened Metal Wave's driver-side, and clicked her lo-beams on. Finally, light.
Two things he wasn't aware of at the moment: A. He wasn't aware that Issac had NVs still on, and B. He didn't realize that there was still a dog in the garage.
Inadvertently, Thomas blinded Issac in a flash of a brilliant blue Halogen beam. He struggled to get the goggles either off or switch them off; in the meantime, the remaining Doberman went for him while he was down././
"GODDAMNIT THOMAS YOU f**k EVERYTHING UP--"
/./Thomas yelled at himself a moment, before springing into action. The doberman had taken it's sweet time jumping on top of Issac and had begun mauling him, which gave the Native enough time to lean over the hood of his IROC and poke it.
Hard.
With Gungnir.
Much like the last one, this mutt bifurcated quite easily. The stab entered from the dog's right side, piercing it's ribcage. Thomas pulled up with a great deal of force, pulling the thing apart. Parts went everywhere. The unnaturally clean slice broke the thing up into a million pieces, sending bits of bone, internal organs, and skin across the entire garage. It was a Fire Sale: everything had to go.
Issac can take care of himself, Thomas thought to himself, before returning to Ash. Her arms had been mangled from her encounter with the big one. Blood poured from her wounds. She was in a bad way/./[/i][/b]
"Goddamnit girl, why can't you avoid injury?" /./One of the medkits Issac pulled from the truck wasn't too far off from reach. Thomas popped it open, feeling around for gauze while visually assessing Ash's injuries. What to do first..././
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 13, 2010 11:22:39 GMT -5
As quickly as she'd been pounced on the giant dog took off hissing and whining and crashing into objects. The feeling of the lack of struggle directly after what had happened felt scary, Ashleigh's body became light. How she managed to sit up wasn't elementary yet almost immediately she was forced back by blinding beams, holding her shaking arms up to the headlights; something else happened in the room, red shined in front of the headlights as it spilled in front of the IROC. Ash's awareness was shot; going catatonic while looking down at her arms in her lap, feeling the sordid saliva and mucus at her neck and face made her quiver.
F****CK! came a long drawn shriek, slightly horse. Ash hadn't even registered that she'd screamed it.
Silhouetted legs went passed the headlights, Ashleigh heard Thomas speak as he was about to tend to her wounds. She flinched, pushing him away. A moment later and Ash went up to her feet, letting out a yelp and falling onto her left knee as she recalled her right kneecap being in the wrong place. She took things slowly, or what looked slowly; effectively she was trying to move as quickly as possible without making herself fall. Ash made her way out of the garage, taking one of the med kits Isaac had found earlier propping herself up on whatever possible along the way and limped through the hall.
The halls of the fire station turned into a maze, each clap of the injured survivor's boots resonated pain up her body. Red smeared the walls from her hands, feeling her way to the showers; a sign designating the room in particular. Ashleigh stood on the spot briefly, breathing heavily, before barging through the door and slamming it shut behind herself; whatever she'd been thinking before entering was unknown, it was negative as far as she was concerned. Remorse.
White tiled cubicles donned the North wall; Ash hobbled down the row to the second from the left, pulling her jacket off. The sleeves had been ripped to shreds, cuffs were frayed; the brown leather flapped to one side of the room landing on the bench. From there Ashleigh continued to undress herself; shirt next, as ripped as the jacket. She tore her bra off and kicked her boots across the room, taking a step down into the sunken shower and wrenching the cold water directly open; her head was bombarded with icy shrapnel, 'So...' her mind went, "C-cold," her voice finished. Her arms burned when the water hit them, washing away blood as it bled out.
Quickly Ashleigh took off her socks, holsters, pants and underwear; being particularly careful pulling them over her knee; snatching the shower off its rack and hosing herself down; she turned the pressure up, blasting her neck and chest. She grabbed a brush from the showers hanging basket and scrubbed were the saliva and bile had been, rubbing it until her skin was red. Ash didn't stop until she almost slipped on the wet tiles.
Balance restored, she leaned to her left and looked down at her right knee. A moment of self protest passed, only the sound of the gushing shower pounding against tile was heard; Ash grabbed a hand towel and wet it knowing well how much this would hurt, spinning and folding it she place it in her mouth and bit down hard. Her left arm out on the tile wall for support, left leg locked into a corner of the cubicle; she braced, cringing and closed her eyes before whacking the kneecap with her right fist. A muffled scream; it had moved. Ash didn't wait, she slammed her fist into the cap once more and it gave way; with a wet pop it returned to is spot over the joint, Ash dropped to the tiles screaming through the waterlogged hand towel.
The towel spat out to the floor, Ashleigh’s breathing strained and heart pounding. She recovered, she wasn't finished. Sitting awkwardly on the shower tiles she popped open the med kit, pulling out styptic pens; all of the styptic pens. With the blood now being washed from the wounds Ash could see the severity of them, pouring disinfectant and rubbing it all over caused it to sting like hot sh*t; it was akin to holding a giant heated kettle against your bare skin. Immediately Ash went to apply the styptic; it aggravated her how hard it was to concentrate with her arms as shaky as they were; her mood switched from sadness to anger each time she blinked, confusing her which made her shake more. The cycle going 'round.
It stopped the bleeding enough though and with that Ash moved on to suturing herself up, taking the wire thread and miniature curved needle out; more digging brought out the tweezers. More than once she lost grip and dropped the thread, her ability to move her hands went right out the window after the severe blood loss. Minutes piled up, the two topics going through Ash's head was 'get this sh*t' done and 'painpainpainpain'. The last of the thread pulled together the last gash, Ashleigh brought her arm up and bit the wire thread; with that final act her arms flopped and her posture fell forwards, the needle and tweezers washed down the drain.
Slowly Ash pulled her legs up close to the fetal position, hiding her head. The hard rain and sobs resonating in the white tiled shower room.
Faith ducked right, Ash was seething and squinting as she just made it past the spinout car. The momentary slalom had cost her speed letting one of the other tuners who had a little more time to react pass her and the group ahead of the spinout break further away, "C'mon baby!" Ash barked at the Nissan, revs pulsing. She ignored the inevitable crash that had occurred behind her from the spinout, pretending it didn't happen.
It was a fact that crashes, in any form of the word, were cool; and it was a fact that Ash indeed enjoy watching crashes. In summary some red Dodge Charger had torn the spinning out Mazda RX-7 in half, snapped an axel and careened off into the pines. If Ash had chosen to look at the outcome it would have resulted in a lack of concentration and sacrificed speed. Nope, rule No.1... or 4... or whatever number she'd designated it to, 'Don’t get distracted,' it was something all the gung ho racers should follow; sitting relaxed, laughing and sticking your tongue out while holding the wheel with one hand resulted in collision most of the time Ash had witnessed it. It irked her sense of humor, imagining some news anchor saying, "Research has proven 4 out of 5 racers die from a lack of concentration due to gung ho behavior. Now onto the weather with Barry,"
All of the racers had to pass through a miniature valley, speeding down a bowl to gain momentum and speed leading back out of the bowl and climbing the mountain. A tuner passed Faith that had initiated nitro, a definite bonus; the course they were on didn't really have any major straights to spend it on, not even at the very end. Ash hadn't installed Nos though, she made Faith as light as possible; there was more than complete confidence that she would reach the nitro tuner again further down the track.
Side barriers now lined the right hand side of the road, a drop starting to form where it would eventually turn into a cliff, the left hand side being the second level of the cliff face that the road was cut into. Running around the first curve pretty much showed the rest of the road to the racer, however it was blurred with the rain and only the brightly coloured cars stood out; others with stock black or grey were impossible to see and Ashleigh noted that there were about three cars missing that were ahead of her, more than likely camouflaged in the rain than having initially crashed.
Sure enough Faith was gaining; a muscle showed up ahead clearly not made for cornering. It was actually a bad thing gaining on a muscle, Ash only imagined being smashed off of the side of the cliff effortlessly; she'd have to deal with him aggressively rather than trying to sneak past.
The muscle in question, a Ford Falcon Cobra, looked as strong as it rode. Ash went over her plan of action, it'd be a simple deal of a poker face; give the impression that she only wanted to pass and then attack. Another curve, the number plate of the Ford was now visible, the next corner would be when Faith would lash out. The curve finished and she came up on the right hand side of the muscle, easing her way up rather than shooting out of the corner; as predicted the muscle moved over to the right hand side of the road. As soon as Ash saw it shimmy she shifted up and pulled around to the left hand side of the Ford.
Gracefully Faith tapped it on the back left-hand corner, just behind the back tire, it was as if she was giving it a complimentary tap on the shoulder. The outcome was nothing of the sort though, the Ford started getting speed wobbles and lost speed letting Faith cruise by easily. The Ford recovered though as Ash figured the experienced driver would, what was unexpected though was one of the lagging muscles came around the curve traveling much faster than the Ford. The driver veered left to pass and slammed into the cliff face dragging along, essentially your response to hitting something on your left would be to turn to the right... which it did. The muscle cut through the metal barrier like butter and fell down into the pine forest below; Ashleigh heard nothing and saw nothing; it was a fair distance down and a fog had covered the forest floor. More ironic would have been the over revving engine from a stamped in accelerator pedal, the driver probably couldn't even hear himself scream.
Ashleigh clenched Faiths steering wheel, another contender down and a considerable amount of distance between a second. Things were turning out lucky on her behalf, "Good girl," Ash purred to Faith as they continued along the cliff side road...
Ashleigh’s eyes opened slowly.
A fraction of glare had pierced her defenses and tagged her in the iris. She squinted as she brought her head up from her arms to see the first stages of the sun shining through the high up window of the showers. She must have slept for about two hours. Ash blinked and scrunched her nose, her eyes felt very sodden from her tears; a quick knuckle rub fixed that.
The shower turned itself off, there was probably an automatic mains switch which rotated when consumption was getting ridiculously high. Ash sat there, just a little longer, emotionally exhausted.
Eventually the sprint racer picked herself up and grabbed a towel. She dried her hair as best as possible, wet locks draping across her face. She dabbed her arms when it came to it, cracked red blood lined each of the stitches. The gauze came out, a couple of rolls wrapped around each of Ashleigh's lower arms and pinned in place at several locations; she sighed while looking down at them; wrapped the towel around her body and grabbed her pants.
Her clothes were hot, figuratively speaking. If she put them back on she'd just be wearing an infection ridden straight jacket; her pants were fine though, but it was definitely time for new underwear.
The limp remained; she didn't have as much trouble walking as before though and could travel with relative ease. Ash ignored any distractions in the hallway and continued up the staircase to the dorms and apartments, there had to be some female volunteer firefighter.
Digging about provided little hope until Ash opened a closet to a row of white bras. Door closed. Towel dropped. They were a little loose but did their job surprisingly; it'd do until Ash made it to a proper clothes shop and picked out her right size. The underwear was a bit dingy, kind of like boxers for women; it must have been a comfort thing when wearing thick fire proof clothing. The elasticity made the grey boxers fit appropriately. Finished up with a tight tank-t, Ash tested her flexibility. Her pants were still a little damp from the shower, the pockets were the most soaked but otherwise it'd dry itself out in time. She snatched a pair of socks and left for the staircase.
Washing liquids, starch. Ashleigh's hands went over each of the liquids in the stair cupboard until she spotted the clear bottle of bleach, grabbed a tray bucket, some gloves, scissors and a face mask. She took the lot of it back to the shower and set it up, taking her jacket and lying it down in the tray; she gave it seconds before pulling it out and hosing it down thoroughly with the detached shower head, this she gave a couple of dozen minutes. The amount of water Ash had used by now would probably have been considered a crime.
Ashleigh flapped the jacket until water didn't fling off of it anymore and then dried every inch of the rest of it with a towel. She snapped the scissors, cutting along the leather around the sleeve just over the triceps; measuring both of them moderately well. She tilted her head to look at the new jacket as if it helped to get an image of it, it looked pretty good.
One last flick and the jacket went on, refreshing.
Ash pulled on the socks and her boots and clipped her revolver-less holsters back on. She looked up at herself in the mirror for the first time, she was pale, ghostly. Still looking directly into her own eyes she brought her lower arms up, quivering at her destroyed self esteem. Her arms dangled at her sides.
The garage had turned into a butcher shop; two of the three dogs had been rendered into oblivion while Ashleigh's own takedown remained pressed up against the garage door. The big dog was nowhere to be found; just thinking about it ****ed Ashleigh off; she shrugged it quickly.
Ash picked up her first sidewinder, holstering it. Walked over to her other lying among red stained floor; blood had made it onto the revolver as well, she made a note to clean it later and holstered it in the mean time.
The scarred racer looked down at her own caked blood on the floor, thinking about the impending infection that would be inside of her. Ash looked up at Thomas and Isaac, "It was about time to leave anyway,"
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Post by .name//Technomancer on Mar 13, 2010 17:55:06 GMT -5
"Ladies and gentlemen, your 2012 Understatement Of The Year Award goes to..."
/./An unfamiliar figure emerged from behind the fire truck. The jingling pants remained the constant, but the color changed from solid white with black accents, to black with orange accents. These, his set of Brahmas,and a hair tie, were all Thomas was wearing. Even his collar had been removed././
"... Ashleigh! Give her a round of applause, ladies and gents! She really worked for th-are you nuts? We should have left an hour ago. We've been getting the truck while you were napping..."
/./Most, if not all, of the supplies available had been stripped from the walls and cabinets, stuffed into the various compartments the Pierce had to offer. While yes, they did leave supplies for other survivors, they had to concentrate on their mission for the time being: Escaping. Metal Wave was bearing a little of the load, if only a few of the spare medkits, and one of the many fireaxes the department had to offer.
Daylight was breaking outside. Ash's time away in La-La Land left Issac and himself to fend for, fortify, and secure the compound once more. A glance through the halls would show their enthusiasm: They had practically destroyed the kitchen, blocking off the hole the massive Cerberus took off through, sealing it up neatly with a large desk over the hole. Unknown to anyone who didn't actually see their work, wouldn't have spotted the ten or so chairs, loose objects, and other random junk they could find lying around crammed into the opening. They could only hope it would hold.
The morning sun, thankfully, spilled light into the engine bay. The IROC's lights had long since been shut off to conserve her battery, instead the pair opted for handheld flashlights for a while, until the light outside was bright enough to work with. Issac continued to work on the truck, while for a short time, Thomas accepted Issac's PDA. He'd done well to crack the case apart, assuring the solider that he'd be rewarded with a Storm2 or like smart PDA once they find a Best Buy; Thomas' treat. But for now, they needed it. The PDA had been cannibalized, laying in a thousand parts, all of it's cards and internal components resting next to the Asus mini on the IROC's bucket seats.
Thomas had been a clever boy while Ash was away. He'd been lucky enough find a soldering iron in the form of a curling iron and solder twine, joining the PDA's internal antenna to a frequency broadcasting antenna chip from the fire truck. The signal was amplified somewhat, but more to the point: the connectivity issue was no longer present. The PDA's mini USB out had been converted to a big boy USB: a 2.0, which was back drafted to the Laptop's multi-in. The device was synced, and allowed the Asus to communicate via the PDA. A very weak wireless signal was established from an unlikely source: another active Smartphone, lying in a satellite communication station some miles away. The hilly mountainside of the CRC made the connection floppy, breaking signal away when a Zombie fell over too quickly or like incidents that potentially blocked the signal... But it was there.
The signal was too ill to prepare a proper infiltration for Ash's request. But the net did exist! And, from the thought of massive dishes and equipment in which to use, Thomas found solace in knowing the net was available so close by. To say a fire was lit under his ass in terms of preparing to leave quickly was an understatement; overshadowed by Ash's however././
"Oh, and, uh, as, a, uh, side, um, note..."
/./Yes, Thomas was a human being, male. But his modesty still showed././
"I know you were in a rush, or, uh, whatever... But next time you go and take a shower, or get naked again in the future... Can you like, put a sponge, or hairtie, or something on the doorknob? I went to go find you after you ran off and uh... Yeah."
/./He was far from complaining, but simply embarrassed. After Ash had taken off, Thomas and Issac fought off the bumps in the night that tried to crawl their way through the hole in the kitchen. Fearing one had gone for Ash in the process, Thomas took off to find her, only to find Ash' naked body crumpled up beneath the running water. She was whimpering some, but still kicking. Thomas left her to herself, she seemed like she needed the space.
Since she was conscious, in health, and presumably willing to leave the fire station, Thomas dressed down, and began to make the preparations. It was pointless to run around the station in full battle garb, so he simply threw everything in the backseat of his IROC. They could leave this moment. Right now. But only when Ash was sure she had all of her supplies, and was ready to bolt././
"But anyway, we're just about ready to blow this popsicle stand. There's some communication center close by that I'm getting a signal from. We're heading there... Or at least I am. If I can get some info from the place, and some equipment I hope is there, I've got running net."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 14, 2010 5:56:20 GMT -5
Ash scowled a little, not just at Thomas' slightly cynical retort but at the fact she had been holding everyone up. At the same time she didn't expect anyone to understand, but she was alright with that. There was an essence of miscommunication, an awkward scenario needed more dialogue to cap it off, "Sorry, I was just re-tailoring my jacket. Like much?" Ash posed and turned to show it off. He probably didn't; wasn't the matter; small talk; served its purpose.
The muse's backpack had fallen to the floor in the late night brawl, she knelt down and fished through her stuff; it was a bugout bag through and through but there were some items there which remained insignificant now with what she had picked up from the firestation. It was outdated, that was one thing, and room had to be made for the betterment of her bugout Itinerary.
Brown strap down, mister bugout was sealed tight; Ashleigh headed over to the rescue vehicle. She stopped two feet away, palm loosely grabbing the door handle, "Permission to enter," she breathed in a monotone, three seconds later pulled the door open.
As Ashleigh was halfway through entering the cab Thom spoke again. Her already demolished self esteem was punched in the groin again, a wave of emotions quaked through her knowing Thomas had seen her in the state she'd been in. She hung there briefly, mumbling; entrance and exit consonants to curse words were slightly audible, "Whatever..." Ash resorted to and climbed up into the cab. Drives side door slammed shut.
The thud of a palm colliding with the steering wheel was generated, 'Why the bloody hell did he have to tell me that? I don't make a habit... f*ck... didn't need to know that,' Ashleigh racked her brain, she had started to worry how people looked at her; certain it was only something you put up with going through your teens, being judged, 'Over-f*cking-reacting you mean...'
She sighed.
The firetruck roared to ignition, Ashleigh had figured her and the Chevvy would get along. Pearl, as Ash had named her, reversed out quickly; the beeping the firetruck made would drive zombies insane for miles so the less there were the happier that made Ash. Enough room was given for Thomas to zip out before Isaac let the garage door drop down (Controls were still shot for it) and jogged taking the passenger seat of Pearl.
The convoy traveled down the street away from the firestation, T-junction at the end; this detirmined each survivors direction. One sign indicated the communication centre on a small blue sign while the other said "Raccoon City, 25mi" on a big yellow sign. Ash overrode it, she wanted to replace Faith but there were more important things to consider; she was certain Thomas could help her. Plus Isaac probably wanted to help out too.
The firetruck followed the Chevvy round the left turn and across the Circular River Community.
)(Isaac, Thomas, Ashleigh and Natalie have left for Sisco Telecommunication.)(
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Post by RabidMaggot93 on Mar 14, 2010 8:32:36 GMT -5
Ambrose growled as he watched the big red beast roll away from the station. Though wounded, he wouldn't let them get away. He had a score to settle with that female.
Silently he followed the Truck as fast as his four legs could carry him.
((Ambrose has left for Sisco Telecommunication))
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Post by Winters on Aug 19, 2010 16:00:49 GMT -5
[Enter from the Fair Value Market]
The bike came to a stop as Vic turned off the motor, sliding against a building. It was the Circular River Fire Department, not a very large place to stop and rest, but not a bad one. The problem was, it was dark out, and venturing into the Arklay Forest would be suicide at this time of night. The only start thing to do would be to take a break here and wait til more, maybe even see if Claire could get some rest while they were safe inside the building. Of course, this was all just Vic thinking ahead of himself, so much could go wrong. Who knows if there was anybody already occupying the space above, or maybe it had been overrun by the infection and was a den for zombies. Only one way to find out, and that was to get inside and check it out.
Flipping the kickstand down, Vic jumped off the dirtbike, and then walked over the the now parked SUV. Opening up the passenger door, he helped Claire out of the back seat, and grabbed onto her hand while he closed the door. Looking over at Nina, who had now been standing beside the vehicle, Vic spoke out in a light tone. "The forest isnt such a good idea in the night time, I think it would be better if we camped out in here for the night. Least until the sun came up... I know Claires probably really tired..." With that being said, the little girl looked up, her eyes barely staying open. Grabbing a bag of food from the SUV, the both of them walked back around to the front of the Fire Station. "You mind taking the lead?"
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Post by Nina Machine on Aug 19, 2010 16:25:25 GMT -5
Nina gave a slight nod, still feeling slightly dizzy, but she knew the little girl needed to rest and be near her father. In a haze, she began to think of all the places creepy crawlies could be hiding, and then maybe in some of the lockers there could be clothes. There was sweat, blood, and flecks of brains all over her shirt. Nina gave a shake of her head, blond tendrils tickling along her neck. Drawing out her gun, and her knife held tightly in her other hand, she opened the front door as quietly as she could with gun pointed downward. She didn't want to waste any bullets. Dammit! I left them in the SUV. Her mind whirred and finally decided she would get them set up and safe before she ventured back out. Claire was dead on her feet.
A quick sweep of the first floor was clean, and so they ascended to the second floor where a few rooms that could house firemen as well as a smaller locker room were housed. She checked every single room, thoroughly until she got to a housing room where the door was already open. She swallowed thickly, seeing two undead feasting upon what was now a corpse. Nina's vision was still hazy, and she felt as if she were floating.
Silently, she raised the gun toward them, doing her best to aim and fired off a single round. It clipped one of them in the back of the skull, bone fragments and dead brains bursting out the other side. The second whipped its head around toward her, missing one side of its head. It stood up and lunged toward her, effectively shoving them both against the wall at Nina's back. It snapped its teeth at her, one eye rolling back into its mottled skull. Her gun had fallen from her gasp when she hit the wall, her head having snapped back for a moment. With only her knife, Nina plunged it into the only existing eye, managing to shove the creature a couple feet from her. Using that opportunity, she kicked as forcefully as she could into its stomach, sending the thing sprawling backwards. Nina rushed over to where her fallen gun lay and snatched it up, ignoring the new wave of dizziness. Once it had turned its attention to Vic and Claire, Nina squeezed off a final round into the back of its skull.
"Yet another close call." Her voice was somewhat strained, a weakness she loathed to show.
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Post by Winters on Aug 19, 2010 17:40:03 GMT -5
Vic had followed Nina inside the building, but stayed in the lobby until they were ready to go to the second floor. The place wasnt the biggest, which meant that it couldnt possibly have many infected inside, if any. Finally getting up to speed with Nina, Vic lead his daughter across the hallway to look inside one of the bedrooms, but then heard the noises coming from the other one across the hall. Hearing a gunshot muffled by the wall, Vic quickly ran down the hallway and to the room Nina had ventured into, Claire following closely behind the best her legs could take her. Suddenly, there was another gunshot, this time louder since they were in the same side of the hall, and Claire covered her ears from the noise.
"Keep your guard up, if their was anymore in this place, they would be already coming toward the sound of the gunfire..." Vic spoke out in an educated tone. He was sure that the infected would be onto them from that episode, but maybe it would work in their favor. The more they could get rid of inside of this building, the closer they come to assuring they can rest peacefully. Well, as peacefully as they could, anyway. Nina closed the door over, and then walked back down the hallway, checking more of the rooms on this level. Vic got Claire into another one of the rooms, a larger, more open lounge area. Claire hopped up onto the couch in the center, which was facing the door. "When do we get to sleep? Im tired..."
Vic wouldve loved to just lay with his daughter and rest, but they couldnt just shrug off the scene around them. Laying the bag of food on the side of the couch, he took out a package of noodles, and opened them up. "...Just a little longer, so we can be sure were alone in here. Eat up, ill be back before you finish." Vic kissed Claire on the forehead, and then stood up from the side of the couch. This room had only one entrance, aside from a few closest, but they were both open, and showed that nothing ewas lurking inside of them. Walking back out into the hallway, Vic closed over the door, speaking to Nina. "I wanna make sure this place is safe, one hundred and fifty percent..."
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Post by Nina Machine on Aug 19, 2010 18:02:00 GMT -5
When they came up along with her, Nina was shoving the two corpses into the room she found them in, closing the door after her. As Vic pulled Claire into a clear room, she rested back against a stained wall, letting out a sigh of relief. She, too, was tired. But there was no rest for the wicked--the zombie apocalypse saw to that. She peered up at the other survivor as she spoke to her and she gave a slight nod of her head.
"Yes indeed. I need to go get my pack. It has all the mags to my gun." She gave the pistol a small wave for emphasis before wiping a blood spear from her cheek. After the sweep through, and recovering her pack, Nina planned on finding a bathroom in the fire department and washing herself clean. Still slightly unsteady, Nina rose off the wall and nodded toward the room where the two infected had been.
"I put their bodies in there. But they were feeding on someone. Do you think... it'll come back?" She still didn't know everything about the undead that roamed the earth, and she didn't think she wanted to either. Nina headed toward the small locker room a few doors down from where she had stowed away the dead and peeked around the doorway. Finding the coast clear, Nina darted into the locker room, pilfering about inside all the lockers. A rotted apple, two unopened cans of Pepsi, a slightly torn shirt and in one of the corners a few pairs of boots.
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Post by Winters on Aug 19, 2010 18:36:53 GMT -5
Other then the previous episode, there had been no signs of infected in the building, or at least the section that had been locked inside. They werent going to be going into the garage, so Vic had no care if the place was full to the rim with the zombies, so long as they didnt bother his daughter. By this time, the little girl was fast asleep on the couch, with the half eaten chuck of dried noodles on her lap. Closing over the door to ensure that Claire got a good rest, Vic went back to regroup with Nina. Here handgun, it was a perminant solution to the zombie outbreak, one shot to the head. To be fair, every one bullet meant one less infected, and if she had enough ammunition, then things had already gotten better.
Looking at the door where the infected had been killed, Vic was unsure if the corpse would be back up. What was keeping them from turning while others feasted on eachother? If it was going to stand up and eat him, it wouldve done so when Nina was in the room. But for good measure, he went into of the room, keeping his bat in his hand. Looking at the two infected layed out in the room, two clean shots in their heads, Vic wowed to himself at Ninas shooting. But then putting on a rough frown, he rained the bat, and then let it come crashing down on the mutilated zombies face, splattering pieces to five foot radius. Looking back in the doorway towards Nine, he smiled, and spoke. "Problem solved... Now lets search this place for anything that might be useful."
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Post by Nina Machine on Aug 19, 2010 19:12:49 GMT -5
She was already exiting the locker room with the slightly ripped shirt and a pair of boots in hand when she saw him slam down the end of his barbed baseball bat and she, too, smiled. Nina placed the shirt within her teeth before leaning against the doorframe to rid herself of her own dusty, filthy, worn away sneakers. The boots were a size too big, but tied tight enough, and they almost fit like a glove. She would wait to change into her shirt, once they finished looking around.
"I already checked up here, so I guess we should head down to the first floor and check the lobby area and the kitchen area." She stuffed the top into her pants pocket, letting it hang out to sway against her thigh. She walked down the small flight of stairs to the first floor and took a peek into a small hallway that seemed to lead to a dining area. Everything looked so abandoned and forgotten, though that wasn't new to her. This whole earth had gone to hell and back. She so wanted to just rest, sleep until it was all over. But she had seen so much, gone through so much more, and had learned. Learned that escape wasn't possible; only the ability to survive. Nina wondered how long it would take until the infected finally died, of if they even could die, of starvation. Or if whatever the infection actually was, would mutate.
Nina did her best to put those thoughts out of her head as she turned to face back toward the other survivor. The garage that housed the firetrucks was on the other side of pure concrete walls. She wondered if any of the response vehicles were still there. Knowing that if she kept trying to think too much and too far ahead, she would get a headache, and that was not something she needed. Not wanting to leave Vic behind, she waited patiently to see where he would be heading. She had no intention of them splitting up while searching around, although there wasn't much ground to cover. Nina slowly began edging down the hallway, listening for any movement or other sounds.
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Post by Winters on Aug 19, 2010 19:31:53 GMT -5
"Right, ill catch up." The top floor was safe, that much Vic could be sure of. With one set of stairs, if any infected had been on the bottom floor, they would get past without noticing and taking care of them. Nina searched around the lower level, not even needing a flashlight due to the emergency power still being online, as Vic took his time. But it couldnt be helped that he thought about Claire sleeping upstairs, alone. If she woke up, it would make Vic feel like he was leaving her, even for a little bit. This was just his own fatherly mind thinking, he needed to keep in the frame of mind that she would have to settle for being on her own, in case anything were to happen to him. With her mother gone, there wasnt any room for error, and nobody else to look after her.
Finally, they met up in the hallway of the lower floor, and continued the search for supplies as a group. Vic was more than comfourtable with moving on his own, but being with another survivor, especially one with a good a shot as Nina, gave him a sense that he wasnt alone fighting to survive. There had been plenty of others, both a lot of then turned out to just leave when things got dangerous, and rather go off on their own to make food rationing easier. Vic knew the only way to pretty forward with a group was teamwork, and so long as they kept their cool, Nina and him would make a good partner.
The search was quiet, not that they felt it was nessicary to stay silent, it was just the lack of communication interest. Sooner or later though, Vic knew they would sit and have a talk, try to find out where this woman came from, how the rest of the world was fairing since the outbreak struck. Before he could think anymore of it, there was a banging coming from the front doors of the lobby, but it was followed by a voice. It was muffled out, however, so there was no telling who was on the otherside, or what they wanted. For personal preference, Vic wanted to ignore them, and act like nobody was home. But what if it was someone that needed help? In the opposite thought, what if it was someone that had been watching them all along?
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Post by Nina Machine on Aug 19, 2010 22:34:21 GMT -5
She had ducked into the dining area that had also looked like it was a sort of lounging area; a place for the squad to laze around and talk. Old newspaper littered a table near the center of the room as well as a few smashed plates laying on the ground. She immediately began rummaging through the cabinets along two walls. A box of Cheerios, most likely stale, but still edible. A box of crackers even, which made Nina smirk. A two-liter bottle of water followed, half empty though. The rest had been cleaned out, she supposed. As soon as she set the items on the counter however, she heard a faint knocking sound.
Her head snapped up, hand clenching at her gun instinctively. It was true she was a fairly decent shot. She chalked it up to trained steady hands and good eye sight. Her now booted feet made soft clapping sounds against the tiled floor as she slid along the wall of the hallway and out into the main lobby. Her better instincts told her to ignore it, to hope whoever (whatever) it was would go away. Another knocking it sound. Her eyes found those of Victor, a slight eyebrow raise. Her voice came out barely above a whisper,
"I need to go outside anyways..." Nina had lost count of the amount of bullets she had in her 15-round mag. She figured she had maybe 7 or so left. Quietly, she edged toward the lobby door and heard a soft sound of whimpering and crying. The door lunged open to let in a stumbling and tearful woman holding something close to her chest. Nina shut the door back immediately and slid a broom through the handles. Even before the figure could get up, Nina had sidled backward, gun aimed at the woman's head. The woman, dirty and wild-eyed, stared up at Nina and then suddenly raised what she was holding in front of her like a weapon.
"Judgement has come! Damned are us all! The dead walk! Have you repented, child?" Nina's brows furrowed as she listened to the evangelical woman rant and rave. She could tell the bible holding woman was stark raving mad, but she was a survivor... Though barely it seemed. Black hollows were beneath the woman's eyes and her cheeks were sunken in. She was starving it looked like. Nina had no patience for this crying woman, yet she grabbed the woman beneath the arm and dragged her toward the stairs, then thought better of it. Even if she weren't the girl's mother, Nina did not want this woman near Claire. So instead, she brought her into the hallway with Vic.
"Is she as crazy as she looks?" The woman pulled herself out of Nina's grasp and proclaimed Nina was a blasphemous Babylonian and that there was nothing crazy about God. The blond simply sighed in frustration and wished she hadn't opened the door.
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