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Post by Winters on Aug 19, 2010 23:18:09 GMT -5
The bat had been raised all the way when the door opened up, and the crying woman entered the building. It was almost astonishing to see Nina bolt the door back locked, good that she was thinking. Who knew if there had been infected following this woman or not. Judging by the sounds of it, there had been as not a few seconds later, the soft banging and moaning against the door started. As Nina got the woman into a chair, Vic had walked up to her, and then listened to what Nina said. "Crazy or not..." He looked at the, who had been hysterical. Peering at the staircase, Vic wasnt to keep things quiet so that Claire might get a chance to sleep tonight. "Hey, listen lady, your gonna be damned if you dont keep your voice down."
There had been some silence in the room after that, the threat instantly shutting the woman up. But no questions were able to be asked, as the crazy lady only opened her yap again once Vic had walked away to make sure the door was well secure. "The human race requires Judgment! Everything was done for a reason, and that to put good for nothing men like you in your place! You sicken me with your very eyes, I see nothing but evil and hate inside of them!" Vic turned back to the woman, and raised his baseball bat in the air, just aching to make this creature a pinata. But Nina had stopped him from doing so, thankfully, before the already messed up situation had turned even more ugly. Vic looked at the woman again, and then thought of his daughter, and lowered the bat. "I have a daughter to worry about, all you have are your fairytales to think about..."
In that instant, the crazy woman had stopped instantly at the word 'daughter' coming from Vics mouth. This was a little unsettling, but if it got the woman to calm down, there wasnt a problem. Vic glanced back at Nina, giving her a look that meant he didnt know what to do. "There is a child amongst your group? This is a gift from the heavens! Let us be ever so grateful! Nothing shall come in harms way of you, for you are the only savior of this damnation which he call life!" As the woman shrieked out, Vic was ready to hit her with the bat, but there was a disturbance at the front door. The makeshift lock had given out, and a group of infected smashed their way inside of the building.
Vic turned to face the zombies, but in turn, the crazy woman had fled to the upstairs portion of the fire department. Swinging the bat at the nearest infected, he noticed the woman missing, and a quick glance of her running up the steps. "Come back here, you psycho!" But before he could chase after her, one of the infected tackled Vic to the ground. There had been several more gunshots coming from Ninas gun, and the scent of rotten flesh filled the room now as well. However, there was only one thing on Vics mind, and that was his daughter Claire. "Nina, go get Claire, make sure that woman doesnt lay a finger on her!" He kicked the infected off of him, only to be swarmed by several more in the process. But his orders were clear to Nina.
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Post by Nina Machine on Aug 19, 2010 23:46:56 GMT -5
Nina's gun rang off three shots before hearing her companion's command. She dared not use anymore bullets on the infected, at least not until she knew the woman was not a threat anymore... If it came to that. The door that had been shut to Claire was now wide open and she could hear the little girl crying. As well as the woman.
"Come child! It is not safe here! We are all God's creatures, and we are our own salvation! Come!" Before she could get to the small room however, the woman dragged the small girl to a few doors down. Nina missed the woman's head by a mere inch before the church goer and Claire (being dragged by her arm) disappeared into the room where the dead infected lay. Rotting.
"NO!" Nina screamed at the top of her lungs before barreling after them. When she entered, the blond nearly gagged at what she witnessed. The nameless woman had her face burrowed into the opened chest of one of the dead. Ripping and tearing as if one of them. She raised her head to peer over at the horrified Claire who at that instant noticed Nina. The young girl ran toward the blond, hiding behind her back. The gun pointed at the other's head, hand shaking from pure disgust.
"You... you... Ate from one?" Nina didn't know what else to say. This whole earth had turned crazy, yes. But this... this was unimaginable to Nina. Before the evangelical monster could answer, her back bowed and she fell to the ground in spasms, coughing out some of the blood she had attempted to swallow. Nina didn't dare move. She didn't have to it seemed, for not even five seconds later, the woman lay on the ground gray as a rain filled sky. Claire trembled behind Nina, clinging at her shirt. Nina darted forward, grabbing her knife from the undead's skull where she had left it.
She was in a conundrum. Nina didn't dare leave Claire up here alone, but undead had swarmed inside with them. And Vic was down there fighting alone. She could still hear him grunting and yelling. She grabbed ahold of the girl's hand and came to a stop at the top of the stairs. Three had surrounded her fellow survivor. Now two, she thought to herself as two bullets landed in the brains of a pair of them. She rushed down the steps, Claire in tow. A woman missing an arm stumbled toward her, teeth bared. The end of Nina's knife found a temporary home on the upper side of the infected's mouth and into the brain. Nina drug it back out only to plunge it into another eye. They needed to make an exit, and fast.
Vic! We need to go! Now!" Go where, was the question though. Her bullets were still in that SUV, she knew, but how was she to get to them? And would it be worth wasting some just to not find anymore?
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Post by Winters on Aug 20, 2010 0:08:08 GMT -5
The baseball bat was holding up very well, the steel was far from even denting as it cracked into each of the the infected several time over. The zombies were just slow bags of meat, hobbling around senselessly. Vic was about to knocking them away from him, only break a sweat, and a large number of decaying, brittle bones. In the whole event, not one infected had gotten a bite down on him, nor a scratch, which would have been the end of a long winning streak. The angry man fought his way to the stairs, now resorting to just pushing the infected out of the way. It seemed like a violent attempt to at least thin the infected out in numbers, and was working for the most part, but the steel bat only temporarily drove them to the ground. "Why dont you just stay down so I dont have to hit you again?"
That was when Nina had called down from the stairs. Assuming she had gotten Claire safely, Vic responded with a loud grunt as he took a wild swing at one of the infected, knocking it back into another group, making a clear path to the stairs. Diving forward, he rolled past another few of them, and then began to jog up the steps. Only looking back to take count of the twenty that remained, Vic made it to the top of the steps out of breath. "Were gonna have to use the window, hurry!" Vic really had no idea how they were going to accomplish this, but it was the only way out of here as far as he could tell. Running down the hallway, he could see window at the end, moonlight shining through brightly. But just then, he was talked to the ground by an infected, or so he had through. It was actually the crazy woman. "Lets see how your taste!"
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Post by Nina Machine on Aug 20, 2010 0:30:09 GMT -5
Nina felt elated when she saw Vic stumbling up the stairs toward them. It had been awhile since she'd seen another survivor, at least out of the compound. She didn't want to be alone again for a long time. It was the human condition; loneliness. Nina began toward the window, only to be stopped by the sound of a voice easily recognizable.
Nina whirled around to find Vic on the ground with the crazed woman, who she thought had died, screaming in his face. She was... hideous. Her skin was taut across her face and eyes bulging. She had grown in mass somewhat and was attempting to claw at his face. Nina felt bile rise in her tightened throat. Without thinking, she grabbed ahold of the woman's hair, jerking back and managed to get her off him. But she came back with a head full of hair, as well as a peeled off part of bloody scalp. A few feet away, she could see the first comings of the rest of the undead. Nina scuttled back away from the insane woman as well as the oncoming horde. She had one bullet in her gun and only a single knife.
The frightened blond let out a steadying sigh as she raised her arm, muscles straining with fear. A loud bang echoed through the fire department as the last bullet drove through the rotting skull of Vic's attacker. Nina didn't dare to look back. She didn't have to; their groans and snarls were enough indication as to how close they were. Nina ran toward the end of the hall, tugging up on the window to open it. No luck. And no time. She smashed the butt of her gun against the glass, breaking it into shards that unleashed in an outburst. Just below the window, a ten foot drop at most, lay a dumpster. The movies made it look so easy. Nina clambered through the hole, gripping the window seal from the outside before letting herself fall. And fall. She cried out in some pain as a few jagged ends of trash dug into her legs and back. It was bearable though.
"COME ON!" She quickly climbed out of the dumpster, giving them room to jump down, praying they both were okay. She could easily see her banged up SUV about 7 feet to her right. An easy, quick run. Though she could already see a few infected lumbering toward her.
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Post by Winters on Aug 20, 2010 1:32:22 GMT -5
When the gunshot rang off in the small hallway, Vic saw the crazy lady finally laying perfectly still on the floor beside him. Nina taken care of it, and once again, just in the nick of time. But this was no time to be thinking about thanks, they still needed to get out of the building. As he held on hi daughter, Vic was grateful that she was safe, and had only blood smeared on her forearm from what the woman apparent did to her. But it wasnt an open wound, therefore there was no infection, and no cause for alarm. The glass shattered behind them, and Vic jolted back to see Nina jumping out of the window. Peering down, he was relieved to see what she landed safely, and was now motivating Vic and his daughter to jump. "Claire, I need you to get on my back, okay?" Without a word of hesitation, the little girl climbed onto her fathers back, holding on tightly to his neck from behind. Vic threw his bat out of the window, and then pulled out his 9mm handgun he had gotten from a police officer. He knew that jumping with Claire would only get her seriously injured, but he had another idea. Without any thought, he began to fire each and every round from his gun toward the crowd, slowing them down even by seconds. When the last bullet was spent, he threw it from the window as well, and then grabbed onto the heavy firehose that was wrapped around a wheel next to an extinguisher. Climbing from the window backwards, gripping on the hose with both hands tightly, Vic acended the side of the building. Claires arms had been wrapped around her father as best she could, showing no signs of letting go due to her incredibly light weight. Vic could see the infected arms sprawling from the window, as if they could even hope to claw one of them. Within a few minutes, Vic and Claire were at the bottom of the fire department, and Nina had already been parked in the SUV not far from them. With a number of infected roaming from the streets, Vic had no choice but to pick up with things, and then carry Claire, sprinting towards their escape vehicle. Seeing the door fling open just in time, Vic lay Claire inside the back of the SUV, and then slammed the door, giving Nina a trusting look. "We'll take the backroads, but its gonna be a little bumpy. Take care of her!"Vic blew a kiss to his daughter in the back before running off to his dirtbike. Using his bat to strike away at the remaining infected, he fought his way back to the front of the building, and then jumped on the offroad vehicle. Revving up the motor, Vic whipped around to face the zombies between him and the SUV, with his baseball bat ready. In that seconds, he sped forward, swingly wildly at the zombies alongside him, following after the larger vehicle. A small ditch didnt stop them, the SUV managed to get over it with easy, and then sped along the dirt road. As for Vic, he gunned it straight for a mound of debris, and then sank low to the handebars. With a zip from the bike, he ramped into the air and over the ditch, landing beside the SUV. Shaking off the thrill, Vic motioned through the window that he was going ahead, and for Nina to follow me. [Now driving into the sunrise along the Dirt Path leading to Arklay]
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Post by Rhinn on Sept 29, 2011 12:19:00 GMT -5
[Zoe and Samuel arrive at the Fire and Rescue from Jefferson Estate]
Zoe pulled the Challenger around the back of teh Fire and Rescue Building. No sense leaving it out front for the world to see. She pulled all the way to the garage door where the fire trucks were usually stationed. Both bays were empty as the trucks had probably been called away on duty at the beginning of the outbreak earlier in the year.
Now it was time for Zoe to recon the area. "Take the wheel. I'm going to get the door." Before Samuel could respond, she was already out of the car, shutting the door behind her. She pulled out her revolver and machete but stopped to look back in at the car.
"You might want to scoot the seat back before you cram your kneecaps through your neck."
Then she smiled and went to the garage door and pulled up on it. It didn't budge so she walked over the handle and turned it. She felt the lock pop and then she yanked up on the door. Slowly, it rolled up and she was able to push the door high enough that the Challenger could roll through. Then she waved Samuel on through.
As she waited for the Samuel to pull the car through, she took a look around at the inside of the station. This was a typical fire station of a small town. Two bays, one for a fire truck, one for an ambulance along with a small office at the front and a lounge area toward the rear of the first floor. A pole came down from a hole in the second floor. Having dated a fireman before, she knew that the kitchen, bathroom, showers and bedrooms were on the second floor.
So far nothing had attacked her, but she knew that they would have to check every inch of the station to make sure it was empty. As the Challenger rolled in, she pulled the door shut and walked over to the car. Reaching in she grabbed her backpack and rifle, pulling her backpack on and then slinging her rifle over her shoulder by its strap.
"We should probably check out the front office and lounge and then move upstairs."
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Post by Mikey on Sept 30, 2011 9:48:52 GMT -5
“Good idea.” Samuel said as he exited the Challenger. He stretched out his leg to get a cramp out of it from driving the short distance with the seat adjusted for her height. Good god, it must have been some cosmic joke, pairing the two of them up like this. Two inches shy of a two foot height difference.
“I’ll take the office.” He said, shouldering his shotgun and flipping on it’s light. He walked over to the office door and turned the handle with his left hand, swinging open the door gently and taking a look inside. It was empty of occupants, but he did see signs of a struggle. Papers and assorted junk lined the floor, as well as a bloody spray on the wall. He followed the small pools of blood on the floor with his light and saw what looked like a dragging trail, footprints following it. When he stepped inside and saw the next door open, he heard the wet crunching sounds.
Knowing exactly what it meant, he followed the path slowly and peered inside the back room. What he now figured was a storeroom, by the shelving units filled with random boxes. He could see a set of feet in the back, moving as if something was disturbing the body they were attached to. He slowly walked over, turning the corner and flashing his light on whatever was there. As he thought, it was a zombie enjoying a meal. Judging by how much was left of what looked like a young woman who had been working in the office, it’d been at it for some time.
It turned to see the source of the light and let out a hungry moan, cut off when Samuel kicked it in the jaw. It fell back, and Samuel slung his shotgun over to his side. He almost reached for his revolver, but decided against it in the interest of staying quiet. Pulling his knife from it’s sheath instead, he bent down and let the zombie start to get up. When he wrapped his hand around it’s throat, he knew it had no chance of biting him. It’s clawing at the sleeve of his jacket was also useless.
It went limp when he jammed the blade into it’s eye socket, falling to the ground with a wet slopping sound. He turned his eyes back to the body on the ground, and quickly jammed the knife through the young woman’s eye as well to stop her from coming back to life. He figured she would have done so already if she was going to, but it wasn’t good to take chances.
“Clear, keep an eye out, I found one walker.” He said into his walkie talkie.
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Post by Rhinn on Sept 30, 2011 12:12:28 GMT -5
Zoe nodded and as Samuel went to check out the office, she headed toward the rear of the building, toward where the lounge was at. Carefully she turned the doorknob to the lounge and pushed it open with the tip of her machete.
The room had several couches in it and a large flat panel TV on the far wall. A ping pong table was in the corner and a table with chairs around it… the typical playroom for overgrown boys with time on their hands.
She shown her light into the room, first at her feet and then in a widening arc away from her, trying to cover every part of the room as quit as possible. She stopped and listened to anything in the room. At first it sounded silent, but then she heard a muffled moan coming from the corner. She felt a cold sweat run down her back and she felt the air turn icy.
Slowly, she made her way over to the corner. What she saw threatened to have her stomach retch. A person had been eaten to the point that its entire torso, legs, and arms were gone down to the bone. Bits and pieces of rotted flesh and blood had congealed together to seal the undead to the floor. The only thing moving was its head. The jaw was hanging loose, but it tried to snap at her when she approached. She stepped over it and then gripped her machete in her hands. She swung downward, the blade striking deep into the damaged skull. She struck again, this time cleaving the rotten brain into pieces. The undead stopped moving and she stepped over to the couch, wiping the blade off on the cushions.
Then she lost the battle with her stomach and she retched up whatever contents was in them. Wiping her mouth, she checked the rest of the lounge. She was reward with half a case of water in the corner. She picked it up and lugged it back towards the door that led into the bays.
At that time, she heard her walkie talkie. It was Samuel saying that he had neutralized a zombie in the office. She pressed the button.
Same here. I found some water. Lounge is now cleared.” She shut off her walkie talkie and then walked back out into the bay. She shut the lounge door behind her. She walked over to the Challenger and put the water on the hood. While waiting for Samuel, she began to explore the bay.
It was simple and straight forward. Most of it had been pilfered by others before them, but she did find a fire ax in the corner. As was her habit, she brought it back to the car and leaned back against it.
When Samuel appeared, she smiled and then pointed up the stairs. “Ready when you are”, she said as she hefted her machete in one hand and the ax in the other.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 30, 2011 12:45:31 GMT -5
When he got back to the garage area of the station, he saw Zoe standing near the car. The last of her words were in stereo as he got close enough to hear them spoken from her mouth instead of the radio. She held up her machete as well as a fire axe that he was sure she had picked up somewhere in here. That was handy. He didn’t have a melee weapon with a good heft to it. And for now, it would serve as the perfect quiet weapon for taking out a zombie or two.
Taking the axe that he was sure she was offering, he looked over toward the stairs as he took his shotgun off and leaned it against the car. With it he let the bandolier of shells rest on the hood of the car. Hefting the axe on one hand, he pulled out his flashlight with the other and started up the steps.
A short trip later, one that he had to duck his head down on to avoid hitting it on the low ceiling, and the upper floor of the station was in view. The living room was first to be seen, and it was clean. A TV sat on a stand in front of a couch and a few arm chairs, all arranged around a coffee table. The kitchen was just off the hall, consisting of no more than a fridge, oven, and four small cabinets. The bedroom’s were next, and they two were empty. It seemed like nothing had been able to get up here. Or, more likely, none of the zombies had been interested in getting up here. There was no food.
“Look’s like we’re good.” He said as he took one last look around the bedroom he was peering inside. Nothing here. Luckily they weren’t scrounging for supplies, or they would be screwed. “Let’s go get everything and haul it up here.” He said, going back down the stairs and to the Challenger. He got his bag from the passenger seat, as well as his shotgun and shells. He left the water for her to get.
As soon as he was back upstairs, he took a seat at the couch and began to unload his bag of everything that wasn’t clothing or spare ammo. She couldn’t use any of his ammo, and she damn sure couldn’t use any of his clothes. But she sure could use a million dollars and some assorted precious stones.
As he looked at the pile of money, he couldn’t help but smirk. Grabbing a pile and sliding it toward himself, he still had a grin.
“One hundred thousand for me.” He said in a playful tone. He slid another toward the edge of the table closest to her.
“One hundred thousand for you.” He said in the same tone, repeating it as a means to try and annoy her.
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Post by Rhinn on Sept 30, 2011 15:51:58 GMT -5
Zoe grabbed her pack and rifle, slinging both over her shoulder. She sheathed her machete and grabbed the bottles of water and headed upstairs after Samuel. The upstairs was pretty much what she had thought. Seeing one of the armchairs, she dropped her gear beside it and sank down into one.
“Not has comfy as the garage apartment, but it’ll do.” Hopefully there was a female stationed here that might have some clothes she could wear. If not, T-Shirts would work.
She watched with interest as Samuel began to dump the money and stones on the table. As more and more money fell out of his bag, a smile grew on her face. She sat forward and watched as diamonds, emeralds, and rubies enclosed in a case fell on top of the money.
Part of her was glad to see what they had risked their life for, but part of her didn’t want to divide up the loot just yet. People usually did that when they were at the end of a journey. While the money would be nice, she had grown used to having Samuel around and was growing fond of him.
“One hundred thousand for me.” He said in a playful tone. He slid another toward the edge of the table closest to her. “One hundred thousand for you.” He said in the same tone.
Zoe shot him a look. Then she cocked her head to the side. “Stop making fun of my counting”, she said in her best imitation of a handicapped person’s voice. But she motioned for him to continue the counting. Two million dollars was a lot of money. If it followed most straps of cash, there would be 200 straps of $100s with $10,000.00 in each strap.
She picked up a folder that had fallen from the pack. She opened it up and thumbed through it. Then she tossed it back on the table with an amused smile. “How would you like to own Jefferson Estate, complete with underground lair designed to kill you and a potted plant in the attic that will kill you and all your guests. Now THAT’s gotta be worth something.”
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Post by Mikey on Oct 1, 2011 0:06:22 GMT -5
“The only time we spent in the garage apartment was when we were running for our lives. I wouldn’t quite call it comfortable.” He said. He continued to count money, reaching ten wads of cash each. A million dollars… That was a lot of f**king money…
“Never mind the fact that it would need weeks worth of work to be livable again. What, with the gunfights and cars crashing into it and all.” He said with a smirk. No way in hell he would live there. It was supposed to be secure, but they both knew how wrong that was.
He took a look at the jewels, seeing the varying sizes and cuts of the gems and shrugged.
“I figure we go and sell them all, split the money. Unless you wanna keep a share of them for arts and crafts.” He said with a smirk as he closed the box back up. He then turned his attention to the sword. It looked ornate, looked like it had gold inlay and silk on the handle and sheath. When he pulled it from the sheath, he could tell that it wasn’t ornate at all. The blade was folded steel, he could tell that much. Probably carbon steel. A real weapon, not some cheap knockoff.
To test, he pulled up the sleeve of his jacket and ran the blade down his arm. It shaved off a smooth spot in the hair on his forearm.
“Not bad. We got one real live Katana.” He said as he handed it over to her. “Sell, or do you want it?” He asked. If one had the proper training, it could become a very deadly weapon. If one didn’t, it was like swinging around a big ass machete. And something could still be said for that.
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Post by Rhinn on Oct 3, 2011 11:44:15 GMT -5
She took it in her hand and then held it out, feeling the weight and balance. It was definitely a real weapon, not one of those Hollywood show props that most people had laying around their house. Still, it wasn’t a weapon that she was used to. She swung it back around to Samuel, hilt first.
“If you want it, it’s yours. If not, I’ll take it. As for the jewels, while they are pretty, they have no real value out here. I say we sell them for the cash and divide it up.”
Zoe got up and stretched, looking at her money. It was too big to fit in her backpack, so she went over to one of the lockers and began to rummage around in it. Finally she found what she was looking for… a large black duffle bag. She scooped her half of the money off into the bag and then zipped it up. She left it sitting there, not caring about moving it to a better location. If Samuel had wanted to steal it, then he would have by now. She trusted him.
She trusted him.
It had been a long time since she had trusted someone before. The crazy thing was that they had only known each other for a few days. But in that time, they had saved each other’s live and if they hadn’t worked together, then neither of them would be here right now.
She sat back down in the chair and looked over at Samuel. “So, seriously now, it will only be a day or so before that man realized that we tricked him. By now, he has a group on the way to the house to retrieve his money and stones. Once, they realize that it isn’t there, they are going to look for us. If they are worth anything, they’ll see that the Challenger is gone and start looking for that car. We need to get out of here and soon.”
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Post by Mikey on Oct 3, 2011 13:34:04 GMT -5
“Ya, your right.” Samuel said as he started loading his share of the money, as well as the jewels, antique guns, and the sword into his bag. They could find a pawn shop in Vegas that would still take it. That was the thing that would outlast all else. Human greed.
“He seems like the kind of guy to have some pros on hand.” He said. Real mercenaries, the kind with military training, they would be a big problem.
“I say we take a look around here for anything we can use. Twenty minutes, and we’ll be on the way.” He said. They would have a day’s head start, that would be plenty to keep ahead of him. Especially since he had no way of tracking them, now that they had ditched the other phone. He stood up and kept his bag where it was, walking over to the small kitchen area and taking a look inside the fridge. Not a lot, most of which had rotted when the power went out. Quickly closing it and waving his hand in front of his face to try and fan away the smell, he moved to the cabinets. Not a lot there either, few cans of soup that he put into a pile on the counter for later stashing. There wasn’t a lot of food here. He had a feeling that was more the habit of the day than someone scrounging after the outbreak. This was just for the firemen to hang out in for their shifts, it wasn’t for any of them to live in full time.
Food wasn’t very abundant, but he was sure they had enough to get to Vegas. Gas would be another problem, but they could check the garage for that. Maybe they kept some on hand for the ambulance and fire truck. He couldn’t imagine them pulling in to the 7-11 down the street to fill them up.
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Post by Rhinn on Oct 3, 2011 14:27:14 GMT -5
When Zoe saw the food, her stomach grumbled again. Damn, she was hungry. While Samuel searched for food, she began to check the other side of the kitchen area. She found a few cans of food and added them to the stack that Samuel was building. The rest of the search for her didn't turn up any more food. So, to bide her time, she began to look at the walls.
"I thought that I saw two pumps down there. I know one is diesel for the fire truck, but maybe the ambulance used unleaded. Otherwise, we might need to find another ride." She continued to look around and noticed a map. She stopped and checked it out.
"What if we check out Stoneville?" She pointed to a map on the wall that showed Raccoon City and Circular River Community. A little ways away from it on the Map was Stoneville. Zoe had never heard of it, but it was bigger. It even had an airfield.
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Post by Mikey on Oct 4, 2011 1:27:42 GMT -5
"We'll see." Samuel said. Did ambulances use unleaded? He'd never thought about it before...
Sweeping the cans on the counter into his chest and bracing them with his arm, he walked over and dumped them onto the couch. He went back to the small room with several beds and started to check the bedside tables. Nothing of interest, unless a supply of nudie magazines was interesting. With a smirk, Samuel decided to leave them.
"Nothing in the rooms." He said as he came back out, going back to the couch to shove the food they had gotten from the cabinets into his duffle bag.
"I think we have enough supplies to make it. It could be better to avoid Stoneville, but we could be passing up a good find. What do you think?" He asked. They would need to find some gas cans to transfer fuel. No way they had enough gas to make it, that would be a problem.
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