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J's Bar
Feb 3, 2012 16:17:32 GMT -5
Post by NotAvailable on Feb 3, 2012 16:17:32 GMT -5
J's Bar is a small, humble tavern, located on a corner right off of Jack Street. The bar was established by a man known as 'J', though not many people actually know him, as he does not actually work in the establishment. Two glass double doors lead into the main area, where a bar counter wraps around the center of the room. Tables line everywhere inside building, save for the doorway area, and the area in front of the two large windows in front. The establishment was attacked on the night of the outbreak, and most, if not all staff are presumed dead.
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Post by Caliber on Feb 6, 2012 0:32:43 GMT -5
Keira watched as the situation played out, confused. She breathed a sigh of relief once Samuel and Criss were back inside, and the door was barricaded. Keira looked around the bar to see that nearly half of the people who were standing around before were now gone. Most of them had likely charged out a back door. Keira gazed out the front window at the crowd of dark figures that were gathering around the front of the bar. "What the hell is wrong with them all? They all f*cking snapped, or some sh*t," Keira said to nobody in particular, pressing her hand against the window. The remaining people in the bar were gathered in small groups, conversing nervously, as though trying to formulate a plan. Keira peered out the window and down at Horace's corpse, cringed, then stepped away. "They're obviously dangerous..." Keira hushed, partially under her breath. Gripping her revolver nervously, Keira faced Criss and Samuel again, studying their faces. "We should get to the roof," Keira blurted in a sudden spur of confidence. A discouraging thought suddenly occurred to her. The door to the stairwell, which leads to the second floor, which likely leads to the roof somehow, is locked-- and Horace was the one who kept the keys. They were likely on his corpse, but if they were lucky, he might have left them somewhere inside. Just as Keira had finished this thought, a dark figure slammed against the window behind her. Its bloodied and contorted face came into the light as it thrashed against the window-- it was Horace. Keira jolted back, startled, then stared in silence.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 6, 2012 6:26:30 GMT -5
When Horace slammed his face into the window, Criss scrunched her nose up at the gorey sight, the pay phone up against her ear. He was standing at the window, pressing his bloody, half eaten, face against it. His fingers clenched together and scratched at the window, staring in at the astonished crowd.
He should have been dead? Why wasn't he dead? Criss hadn't noticed the busy signal over the phone, she'd been too busy gawking at the half dozen blackened silhouettes of people appearing around Horace, banging at the windows dully and growling, or grunting. Her mind had gone blank momentarily when the the phone finally began to beep loudly. Her call had ended.
She'd jumped a little when the first woman of the bar, besides Keira, began screaming her head off about dying. She'd slammed the phone on the reciever and wandered on back to the two, licking her lips and swallowing hard.
"The operator's busy. I tried the fire station, the police station, the hospital, it's all down. We're going to have to get out of here and soon, I don't know how long----" before she could finish her sentence, a man from the crowd had pulled out a handgun from his jacket and began shooting at the windows, frightened.
"The hell are you doing, you crazy f*ck?! Criss shouted, glaring at the terrified man. He began to stammer and banter on about not being taken alive and that he was afraid to die.
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J's Bar
Feb 7, 2012 22:47:33 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Feb 7, 2012 22:47:33 GMT -5
Samuel tried to stop the man with the gun from taking aim and firing, but he was too late. By the time he got to him and disarmed him, he had fired several rounds into the window. It spidered out into cracks, and when the undead outside continued to beat on it, they were easily able to break through.
He heard Keira say they needed to get to the roof, and Samuel nodded as he waved them over to the door. He threw his shoulder into it, and it creaked. He did it again, and wood cracked. One more time, and the door heaved inside the hallway on the other side. He saw a staircase, and waved them over. He still had the gun in his hand, so he decided to use it. Problem being, as soon as he aimed the Beretta and fired a shot, the slide locked back.
“f**k! Come on!” He yelled to whoever would listen.
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J's Bar
Feb 7, 2012 23:22:07 GMT -5
Post by Caliber on Feb 7, 2012 23:22:07 GMT -5
With one of the windows shattered, and zombies pouring in by the second, Keira was forced to speed up her plan. With no time to find the key, Samuel kicked in the door to the stairwell, and called after Keira, Criss, and anyone else within earshot. Keira clutched her revolver tightly, watching as the bloodied, walking corpses staggered around. One of the figures grappled a man, and began chewing in on his throat. The man shouted and yelped as the bloody figure forced him to the ground.
Keira raised her revolver, her hands shaking. She squeezed the trigger, launching lead toward her target. The .38 caliber bullet slammed into the dark figure's back, barely fazing it. It continued to devour the flesh of the man beneath it. Keira squeezed the trigger several more times, each shot landing in the torso of the figure. On the fourth shot, it toppled off of the man, who was now dead. Just as Keira was sure that she had eliminated the figure, it began rising to its feet once again.
"What the hell?!" she shouted, her voice shaking. "I-it's not human..."
The bar was now filled with the moans of the dark figures, and the shouts of their victims. Keira looked around for Samuel and Criss, and ran after them, toward the staircase.
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J's Bar
Feb 7, 2012 23:49:55 GMT -5
Post by NotAvailable on Feb 7, 2012 23:49:55 GMT -5
Criss had already booked it to the top of the staircase, looking back to see Samuel and then eventually, Keira. There didn't seem to be anyone else from the bar. She'd squinted an eye when she heard the blood curdling screams from down below. She'd looked on over at the landing that slightly curved around the wall to another set of stairs. She couldn't hear anything or anyone upstairs.
"C'mon, c'mon!" she rushed them, running around the corner and ascending the steps to an open room with boxes. She'd awaited them there, carefully placing one foot infront of the other, knife drawn in her left hand. She'd craned her neck slightly to see around a corner of stacked boxes, there was another doorway there.
Running into it, she'd found herself in what looked like an apartment living room, must've been where J lived, or so she had assumed. It was messy and resembled a loft. "Gotta be another way out..." she said, looking around the place for another door.
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J's Bar
Feb 8, 2012 12:37:14 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Feb 8, 2012 12:37:14 GMT -5
The three were inside the open door in seconds, no one else seeming to think it a good idea to go further into the building. But if there were that many in the streets, there had to be more in the back alleys. It was the only way they could make sure they would be going to a safe spot.
When the three were inside, Samuel closed the door as best he could and made his way up the stairs. He looked around the apartment upstairs, the gun in his hand to be used as a club if he needed. But, it looked clear. There also seemed to have been some recent renovations in the building. He could see several tools around, as well as hunks of wood of varying sizes. He picked up a two by four, about three feet long, and practiced a swing with it. It would do for now.
More importantly, he saw the planks and the nail gun sitting on the floor. He picked it up and slid out the nail compartment, finding it empty.
“See if you can find some nails so we can board this up. Tool belt, tool box, anything like that.” He said aloud, walking over to the apartment door and taking a look around.
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J's Bar
Feb 8, 2012 21:12:43 GMT -5
Post by NotAvailable on Feb 8, 2012 21:12:43 GMT -5
((Considering we are dangerously close to rubbing elbows with canon...and we're sorta f*cking with canon, I gotta make a reference. >_> ))
Right before Samuel had gotten to the planks, either others had come running in behind them, taking refuge in the apartment with them, one of them, a cop, had went on to help Sam barricade the archway. The others had been bickering amongst eachother, leaving Criss and Keira to wander around to find a window or fire escape.
"There's a bedroom in there, nothing important," she told Keira, walking out from the short, narrow hallway. She'd glanced over at the door near the new barricade, various crates with albums had been stacked infront of it.
"There's another door," she muttered, sauntering over to it and shoving the crates aside, spilling the albums onto the floor. She'd wiggled the door knob and sighed. "It's locked, hey, big guy!" she called out to Sam. "Think you can take this door down?"
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J's Bar
Feb 8, 2012 23:37:53 GMT -5
Post by Caliber on Feb 8, 2012 23:37:53 GMT -5
Keira rushed after Sam and Criss, maneuvering through the other few people who were following them.
While Sam tried his best to shut the door off, Keira followed Criss up the stairs. They moved their way into what was likely J's loft, and gave everything a quick look around. Keira poked her head inside one of the doors-- it was an employee locker room. Criss had opened a different door, and called out that it was a bed room. Just before Keira had headed for another door, Criss sauntered over to it and jiggled the door knob. Criss called over to Sam, telling him that the door was locked, and that she needed his help breaking it down.
"Fire in the hole," Keira said, apathetically, as she stepped up to the door.
She pressed her revolver against the door at an angle near the knob, then fired her last round into the door. The door frame splintered and the lock gave away. Keira looked over to Criss, holding her empty revolver with three fingers, as though it were a piece of trash. She was sure that Criss was wondering why she wasted a round.
"I shot one of those f**kers down stairs four times, and the bastard wasn't even fazed. Not like one more round would have done us any good," Keira elaborated. "Anybody want this piece of sh*t?" she spoke up, looking around. Nobody answered. "No?" she shrugged, before aimlessly flinging her revolver across the room with one hand.
With the door now open, they now had a way to move up another floor-- which likely led to the roof. They had a bit of time to spare; scavenging could be useful.
"Grab anything that looks useful," she called out to anyone who was listening. "Hopefully we can use a fire escape on the roof or something. If not, we should be able to vault over to one of the neighboring buildings. Worst case scenario, our asses could end up stuck on that roof until someone deals with those crazy f*cks in the streets."
Keira walked off into the loft, scanning over everything. She spotted a tool belt hanging from the arms of one of the couches-- kind of like what Sam had been asking for. She walked over to it and picked it up, looking it over briefly. Several plastic strips lined with nails were lying limp in one of the pouches. Keira removed a crow bar before getting ready to hand the belt off.
"Sam, heads up," she called over to him, giving the tool belt an underhand toss.
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Post by Mikey on Feb 9, 2012 2:19:14 GMT -5
Samuel continued to look on the desk for the tools he needed, only to snap around when he heard a gunshot. He saw Keira holding her revolver against the lock, the door now swinging open. Well, that worked. But it was kind of a waste of a… Well, if you believed her story, apparently it wasn’t. They would find out it that was true later. There could be any number of reasons that the guy hadn’t gone down.
She tossed him a tool belt, and he took a look inside the pouches when she did. Sure enough, there was the nails they needed. He tossed it to the cop who had the nail gun in hand, and the noise of the electric gun was heard as nails were shot into place. Samuel took this as a good opportunity to go take a look around. A chunk of wood wasn’t quite the best weapon. Maybe something more streamlined, a baseball bat or something similar, would be good.
He went to the bedroom first, opening drawers and sifting through the contents before dropping them on the floor. He got to the main desk when he found a locked drawer.
“Keira! Bring me that crowbar.” He yelled out into the main room.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 9, 2012 2:31:19 GMT -5
When Keira had tossed the revolver aside, Criss stumbled forward to attempt catching the weapon but missed it completely. It crashed into the tv set, slamming against the side of it with a loud clunk. She'd crouched down, grasping at it and taking a closer look. It seemed to be fine, just out of ammo.
"I'll take it, might come in handy eventually," she told her, holstering it in the back of her belt. Keira, Sam and the cop had went on to take care of the barricaded door, the others rummaging through things to find anything of use.
Criss, herself, knew she wouldn't find anything of use since there were about ten other people in the room with her. Instead, she'd started up to the newly opened door.
"Just gonna go....through the door Miss. Do-It-Yourself raped. What's your name, anyway?" she asked looking over at Sam afterwards. "And what's yours?" Might as well catch it now incase they didn't get the chance later.
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Post by Caliber on Feb 9, 2012 3:26:30 GMT -5
Just as Criss had asked Keira her name, Sam called her by name from the other room. Keira smiled a bit, and repeated her name.
"It's Keira," she told her. "You're Criss, right? I heard Horace say--" Keira stopped immediately, frowning a bit. She had almost forgotten that Horace was just killed.
Keira walked off without finishing the sentence, taking the crowbar with her. She walked into the bedroom of the loft and approached Sam. She handed the crowbar to him, and stayed see what he planned to do with it.
"Here ya go."
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Post by Mikey on Feb 9, 2012 3:38:14 GMT -5
“Thanks.” Samuel said, grabbing the bar and wedging the flat end into the drawer. He started to push down, and with his weight he was able to pop it open easily. He almost sighed when he saw a bunch of papers, but something told him to take a look anyway. He made a note to thank the little voice in his head.
“Samuel.” He said over his shoulder, pulling out his new prize. He let the cylinder fall out of the .44 Magnum, checking the rounds inside. It was full. There was also a box of fifty rounds. Minus the six in the gun, that was.
“Score.” He said, holding the gun up for Keira and Criss to see.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 9, 2012 5:54:19 GMT -5
Criss nodded and smiled, she would have asked the other survivors their names, but quite frankly, she didn't give a damn. She'd looked back into the new room that seemed to have lead to a darker, wider, room. Must have been where Horace and J stored the booze.
"Everyone done here? Alright, let's get goin'. Has to be a way to get to the roof from here, there's nowhere else to go now....God damn, who the hell built this f*cking bar? Whoever did it is f*cking retarded....storing their booze above an apartment? Really?" she commented, moving into the room carefully.
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Post by Caliber on Feb 9, 2012 9:13:03 GMT -5
Keira looked at the gun that Sam had found. It looked to be of larger caliber than her's was, so maybe it would be of more use against one of the crazed folks from below.
"Awesome, let's hope it works better than mine did," she told Sam, patting him on the shoulder before walking ahead of him.
As Alyssa exited the bedroom, rounding the corner into the main room, she collided with a blonde woman in a red suit.
"Watch it!" the woman exclaimed, rudely, before Keira could apologize.
Keira ignored the woman, then followed Sam and Criss into the room full of Booze. Just as she did so, however, a large crash came from the previous room, followed by several shouts. Keira assumed the barricade had broken. Several gunshots followed the shouts, and this confirmed Keira's suspicions.
"I think it's time we speed right the f*ck up, if we actually intend to get out of here alive," Keira said as she walked into the next room.
The room opened up into what seemed like a storage area. Dozens of crates were stacked ceiling-high. An old forklift sat in the corner of the room. On the left side of the room, a large steel shutter was left ajar, hanging slightly above the ground.
"This probably leads to the roof. Let's get this thing open!," Keira said, crouching down and grabbing a hole of the metal shutter.
Keira heaved upward, trying to lift the shutter, but it was stuck... or too heavy... or both.
"Uuuurgh!" Keira groaned. "Gimme a hand here!"
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