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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 14, 2012 2:44:03 GMT -5
Anna had furrowed her brow and switched glances between the three survivors, trying to decide what to do. On one hand, she had no problem telling them to beat it but on the other hand she felt like his friends should be there when he goes. When she'd finally looked back at Arc, his face was pleading with her to back him up. She'd rubbed at the back of her neck, unsure of what to do. If they left she and her son were left alone with someone who was inevitably going to try and kill them when he turned. Not that she couldn't handle a single infected, it was just...awkward.
"I think I'll make something to eat for us. We'll decide what to do after we eat. Is that fair? Good," she decided for everyone as she'd fled to the kitchen to think. Jimmy followed after, narrowing his eyes.
When they were in the kitchen, Anna began to go through their pantry, noticing some items that weren't there before, atleast, she hadn't remembered buying them. Shaking her head, she'd pulled some things out and went to the fridge.
"You're not gonna let them leave us with that guy, alone, are you?" her son whisper-yelled. Anna took out some meat from the freezer, it was partially frozen.
"If they leave....Quick Draw McGraw," she muttered.
Jimmy suddenly felt some relief but something about this seemed off. That Arcian guy, felt off and he didn't trust him, which was ironic considering he'd trusted Rabbit and Dani quickly. He stared at his mother, blankly while she'd went on to start preparing a lunch. Finally he'd went back into the living room, looking at the three survivors.
"My mom...she cooks when she's anxious. So..." he trailed off, sitting down in the recliner. His instincts had him pull out the handgun his mother gave him and set it down on his lap.The twelve year old's hand had gripped it tightly but his finger stayed away from the trigger.
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Post by Winters on Mar 14, 2012 3:10:18 GMT -5
Looking at Jimmy, who had been holding the gun, Arc was happy that Anna toughened him up. Giving him a gun like that is bold, but smart. The kid was just the age he was when Arc first killed a man, and not a few years later was when he forget how many he did. Not saying that a child with a gun is morally right, but if he knows how to use it, and when to pull the trigger, he can keep the good people alive, and the bad people down. He didnt want to comment though, feeling there wasnt anything to really comment about, Anna was already aware she was a good mother, and Arc never thought otherwise. From the looks of Rabbit however, he wasnt here to chat, he was upset in a different way.
"Yo, even after all weve been through, youd rather tell us to f*ck off when your at your end of days? That hardly seems fair, man. Imma be outside smoking, Dani, you tell em." It was some surprise to Arc, but it wasnt at all. He knew what they were going to be doing, and deep down inside, Dani was sure that they could do it without him. Rabbit didnt know how or when to let go of people, and that was the main reason he stuck with everybody for as long as he did. But it was up to Dani herself to try and persuade him to let them stay, even though she wanted to go with what Arc wanted. Nothing else had to be said with that. "Look, im not going to tell you what to do, or what you should do. I dont think I know you as much as I think, but I can tell that whatever you did before all of this, couldnt have been any worse than what everybody does now."
If only she knew...
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 14, 2012 3:39:18 GMT -5
Anna had been seasoning some steaks that was probably her dad's barbecue stash but were now the only thing enough to feed everyone at this time. She'd looked down at the raw meat and felt her stomach churn. She was hungry but after watching infected feed on people....meat began to look less and less appetizing. Still, those survivors looked like they hadn't really had time to eat home cooked meals and despite her personal feelings, she really wasn't a cold hearted b*tch.
Regardless, she'd finished up with that and went to wash her hands in the cold water. It was right then that she'd felt dizzy and her head began to ache. Stumbling back from the sink, she'd grabbed at the edge of the counter and kept herself standing. Her ears began to ring loudly and drowned out any sound of the conversation going on in the living room.
The cafeteria doors were unlocked and looked almost as if someone recently unbarricaded it. Pushing open the doors, Anna gasped at the sight. Faculty members of the school had been tearing their maw into smaller children and parents. One in particular, a female infected had been ripped through a small girl's face as if it hadn't eaten in months. The child's remaining flesh and eye had been pale and wide open, it's mouth barely hanging by threads of bloody skin.
The sudden jolt of pain from her finger had been felt. She'd snapped open her eyes and looked down to see she'd cut her finger with the knife she'd been using to apparently cut up a vegetable. "s***..." she said, lowly, grabbing a kitchen towel and wrapping it around her finger. She'd walked back to the sink, not fully remembering even getting to the chop board.
Back out in the living room, Jimmy had had enough of this bickering. He had enough of all this negative input. He was stressed and tired and he wanted everyone to leave now, it was becoming too much. He looked down at his gun, switching the safety off and holding the gun up the way his mother taught him. Standing up he'd aimed his gun at Arc and frowned.
"No more arguing. I want you to leave. Everyone! Except Rabbit, he can stay!" he said, summoning all the courage he could muster. From the kitchen, Anna had emerged, staring at her son in awe.
"Jimmy!"
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Post by Winters on Mar 14, 2012 3:58:02 GMT -5
"Your right, I apologize." Arc didnt come off as anything but polite, and he wanted to show the kid that he still had a say in what happened in his life. If he wanted them to leave, then they would leave. Simple as that. There wouldnt been to be any reconsidering, it was settled on what was going to happen. "You cant be serious!" Standing in the doorway, Arc just waited for Dani to accept it and come outside with him. Without anymore struggling, she went outside with Rabbit, a misguided look on her face. "Rabbit, we need to get out of here. Arc can look after himself. I thought he wanted us there, but it seems hes just like everybody else." Without really caring anymore, the both of them took off across the lawn in an instant, Rabbit turning around to give Arc one last farewell while he was still on the porch. "Been good times, brother! Peace!"
It all seemed so sudden, but out of anybodies control, but it was for the better. Arc looked back inside at Jimmy, nodding to him before going to close to the door. Before he could, however, Anna stepped out onto the porch to get a last word in. She didnt know what was going to happen next, but from the looks of thinks, she was more then prepared to move on like anybody else would, should. In a lower tone, only low enough for the red head to hear, Arc spoke out before taking off into the opposite direction Rabbit and Dani went. "Midnight, the creek bed..." With that, the mysterious man left without letting Anna say anymore. But as he walked away from the house, he didnt look back. Only hope that she would live up to her word, and be the one to finish him once and for all.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 14, 2012 4:13:03 GMT -5
Jimmy watched them leave and felt his shoulders and arm begin to tremble from the weight of the gun. His mother finally moved closer to him and gently placed her hands on her son's, lowering his aim. He'd looked up at his mom who only looked down at him, concerned before taking the handgun from his grasp and laying it on the coffee table. Both he and she then proceeded to run out the door to the porch.
"Rabbit!" Jimmy yelled out ready to chase after him, but his mother grabbed his shoulder. After everything, Rabbit was a good guy and he hadn't made them feel completely uncomfortable. Jimmy trusted him the most and didn't want him to go. Anna watched them leave before looking off at Arc with her arms folded, loosely. He'd mentioned meeting him at midnight by the creek. Probably to off him then and there.
She didn't get the chance to say anything after that, he'd wandered off out of her sight. She wasn't sure about going after him though, maybe it was best to just let him wander and on the off chance he came shambling back to the farm, she'd kill him. She wasn't gonna abandon her son just for someone she barely knew.
Still, it was a promise. Either way, she'd consider it. For now, she'd patted her son's back and turned to go back into the home, shutting the screen door behind her.
Anna began to clean up alot of the food she'd been preparing, placing some in containers and sticking them into the fridge, hoping it's stay cold, long enough to use later tonight. She'd left out enough for her and her son, however.
She could hear the screen door creak open and slam, then another door slam. Her son had come dragging himself in, head low. The agent had finally went to cooking and while the meat simmered, she'd wandered on after him, sitting next to him and smiling, meekly.
"What you did...took alot of guts," she told him, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close. She'd leaned back in the couch and glanced upward.
"I made Rabbit leave and I feel terrible for that. He was really cool," Jimmy told her. Anna sighed and leaned her head down toward him, nuzzling her son, affectionately.
"Rabbit's place is with his group. They're his family, son. Just like how you and me are family," she explained.
"There's is bigger though," he corrected.
"Ours is pretty big if you count Grandpa, Grandma, Cousin Katherine, John, Kylie, Jacob....uhh Aunt Heather..." she said, trying to list off their family. "And of course, your baby brother or sister," she told him.
The boy shrugged. "They don't hang out with us too often. Only sometimes...if Rich were here we'd be a complete family like we were in Raccoon City," he said, reaching into his pocket and fishing through the assorted stuff in them. He then pulled out a torn strip of paper.
Anna glanced down at it, sadly. Their half of the pictures they took when they were stuck inside the videogame arcade. It was really a stupid thing to do, well, to other people anyway. Anna felt it was all they had left to remember their good friend by, though.
She'd continued to look down at the picture and bit her lip, feeling her eyes water. Jimmy looked up at his mother and handed it to her, smiling weakly.
"We're gonna get out of this alive. We've been through this before, right, mom?" he asked. Anna nodded and took the picture strip, looking at it some more.
"Heh, yeah. We're gonna be okay..."
It was fairly obvious that both the mother and the child had shared doubt and a sense of hopelessness in their minds.
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Post by Winters on Mar 14, 2012 4:41:02 GMT -5
Hearing the kid yelling to him, Rabbit turned around to see Jimmy on the porch. He did feel bad about leaving, but it was for the better. Getting Anna out of the city was good enough for him, but for now, it was time to just move on. He would remember them both, however. Both him and Dani. She was able to get things off her chest with Anna, and for that, could be forever grateful that she could open up, even after all of this time. It was a good meet, but like everything, had come to an end. It couldnt ended a lot worse than it did, so there hadnt been any left over demons to worry about. They were just two groups of survivors breaking apart, and following the only thing they knew for sure was important. Family.
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Deep in the woods, three infected marched along the uneven ground. They were moving somewhere, but not toward the house. On the ground, Arc lay on his back, spread out, and blood slightly seeping through his bandages. The walkers moved closer and closer to him, hunger in their eyes, and their moans. But as they were on top of him, they walked right by, not even aknowledging him, heartbeat non existent.
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Post by Mikey on Mar 15, 2012 16:57:57 GMT -5
“You son of a b*tch…” A raspy, weathered voice muttered. The owner, an old man with a messy beard and a light brown suit said, looking over at an equally old man who was much more clean cut.
“I’m sorry, Agent Franks.” He said.
“How long have we known each other, Jim? Don’t gimme that ‘agent’ crap. Own up to what your doing, don’t hide behind that desk.” Mike said, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out his badge. He tossed it onto the director of the CIA’s desk and reached for his gun.
“Your obsessed Mike. Your throwing away resources on a ghost hunt. Your driving yourself into the ground. No one wants to see you”
“Shut up.” Mike snapped, pulling out his Glock 22 and tossing it onto the desk next to the badge. “You told me to find the bastard, and now your pulling the plug for no reason.” Mike said. He had suspicions. Bribes to the right people, that kind of thing. But there was no proof.
“Mike, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Director Cummings said, standing to try and calm Mike down.
“Don’t make what harder? Getting stabbed in the back? Or you firing me?” He said bitterly.
“Your not being fired, your being granted early retirement, Mike. You’ll be given full benefits.” Jim said, trying to make things seem like a pro instead of a con.
“I’ll see you in hell, Jim. I hope that day comes soon.” He said, spinning on the heel of his cowboy boot and walking out of the office. He made a beeline for the locker room to clean out his stuff, tossing it all in a bag. He came across the spare badge he had inside, and scoffed. He’d drop it off at the desk on his way out.
Before he could say a word, the girl working the desk spoke first.
“Agent Franks, there was a message for you.” She said. He took the piece of paper from her and saw that it was a note to check the comm systems in the building. He made his way there, searched through the incoming messages. No one stopped him. He still had a badge and no one knew about his ‘incident’ yet. He searched through messages that had his frequency code attached to them and came across one from Anna. She was always one of his favorites. She wasn’t dumb, she wasn’t a wimp, and she was loyal. And from the looks of the responses to her calls for help in the transcripts, she was getting the same treatment he was getting. Namely, f**ked over.
“Well, that’s not gonna fly…” He muttered, picking up his bag and closing the computer. He got to his car in the garage, got home, and took a long look at the place that he would probably never see again. He wanted out of here quick. He didn’t even want to stay in town after this.
Gathering the essentials, he looked at a map of the country to plot out a path to the town she called for help from before he got in his car and left town.
Hell of a morning… Mike flicked the latest spent cigarette out the window of his speeding car, watching the horizon fill with smoke as he got closer and closer to the area. Fires. A lot of them. Well, at least he knew he was going in the right direction… He had almost thought of turning around once or twice. He wasn’t young anymore. It was possible he was going to his death right now. It was a young man’s game. But he knew it would most likely be too late by the time the agency actually did anything. And Anna would come for him if he needed help. So he wasn’t going anywhere but down the friggin’ road.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 18, 2012 14:04:17 GMT -5
A couple of hours had passed, the table was cluttered with dishes and left overs from lunch. Anna had been sitting on the edge of the couch shuffling through her bag for something. She'd looked over at her son to see he was fast asleep, napping with his PSP in his hands. His earbuds were still in his ears until she'd leaned over and gently plucked them and the handheld away, resting them on the table with her things.
She'd turned back to look down at the contents of her bag. There'd been a small metal box open on the far side of the coffee table, exposing six full magazines for her Colt. Two other magazines were empty and stray rounds laid between them. Tucked into the box top was another photobooth photo that wasn't aprt of her son's shared strip.
In one of them had been funny faces from the three of them. Rich crammed into the farther corner, Anna beside him and Jimmy on their laps, stretching his mouth out with his fingers while they did their own silly face. The one under it had them screaming and what looked like hands reaching through the curtain and grabbing at little Jimmy's hoodie.
That situation was alot scarier than it looked. She remembered how close it was to biting her kid. In fact, at that very moment she'd remembered exactly why she'd kept it. To remind her to be thorough and to try to take situations more seriously. Because of their carelessness, they'd goofed around and didn't check the other booths for any bodies. She'd looked over it, grimacing a little before going back to what she'd previously been upto.
Her CIA badge had been inside the bag with two other badges attached to it, badges that were clearance into the facility she worked at. She'd pushed it aside and continued digging when she'd finally came across what she was looking for, a bottle of Prenatal Vitamins. She hadn't been taking them since this happened. Considering she hadn't been eating or sleeping well now it was important that she'd take them now, more than ever.
She'd looked down at the bottle and then over at another bottle lying at the bottom of her duffelbag. She'd glanced down at them and scanned the faded label around the prescription bottle.
'Please, please don't leave me!' the woman cried out, half of her face had burnt and ripped flesh and she didn't seem able to walk on her own anymore. She was now down on her belly, gripping Anna's leg and pleaing for her aid. Those Hunters were coming for her now and this woman hadn't let her grip of Anna loosen. Anna wanted to help, this was what she did right? She was a cop. 'Please! Please, God, please help me!' she cried out.
Anna felt her heart clamoring in her chest as she'd pointed her shotgun at the woman's face, blowing it apart. The grip loosened and she'd ran away from the terrible reptilian creatures that she'd managed to watch tear through the barricades and people. Her feet raced upstairs, hoping to catch up with Rich when another one of the beasts caught up. She'd gasped, frightened before backing into the broken window and tumbling down below.
Anna came out of it and grabbed at the bridge of her nose, squeezing it tightly with her eyes shut just as tight. She'd inhaled deeply and exhaled. Opening her red eyes slightly, she'd glanced back down at the prescription bottle, reaching for it.
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Post by Winters on Mar 22, 2012 4:09:23 GMT -5
Darkness fell upon the ground, trees blocking out even the only light cast from the moon. A light, cold breeze brushed by from the creek bed, rushing water in the background. His hands clenched into fists, bones cracking from built up pressure. Slowly, he raised himself off of the ground, barely standing on his own two feet. Eyes still close, he stood still, head lowered to his chest. Two of the walkers stand not a few feet away from him, just staring, as if at one of their own. An uncontrollable shiver ran over him, leading to a jerking movement in back, head now facing up at the sky. When his eyes finally opened, a slight red glow emit from the hood of his sweater. Finally, the good fell back to his shoulders, and from his pretrials, Arc caught glimpse of the two infected staring him down, fresh saliva oozing down where blood once did on theyre chin.
Grabbing the throat of the nearest one, he pulled upwards. But he couldnt lift it. All the strength in his arm had been gone, and the infected got the better of him, pulling its pray closer. Arc kicked away his knee just far enough for him to back away, but was grabbed from behind by the second. He couldnt break free, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldnt. Being taken to the ground, he felt teeth sink into his lower arm, but before it could rip away flesh, Arc pulled out his knife and drove the blade into his head. After getting back up to his feet, feeling nearly completely out of energy, he held the knife in stance, waiting for the second infected to attack. In a swift counter, he drove the tip through the eye socket of the walker, and then pushed him to the ground, catching his breath. He moved back into the motionless drawl, head lowered to his chest, eyes uncontrollably closing.
"Hey, mister, speak if your infected, you hear?" A man spoke out from nearby, the clicking sound of gun following. "Hold up, he doesnt look bitten or anything, maybe his just in shock. Hes still breathing..." Another man spoke as well, moving closer and closer. Arc could hear the footsteps, and sense the heatbeats, both of them. As the man got closer, he finally got the strength to open up his eyes. But he couldnt speak, just open his mouth, and try his hardest to make a vocal sound. "Listen, if you can hear me, its safe. Those freaks are dead, you dont have to worry." Arcs eyes adjusted to the darkness, and a red tinge blurred his vision, he couldnt make out their faces at all. Suddenly, he jumped forward, sinking his teeth into the mans neck. The taste of blood in his mouth, going down his throat gave him a burst of energy, but what followed he couldnt remember.
Opening his eyes, Arc was on the ground, and he could see the dark sky above him. A light rain took over the sky, little droplets of water landing in his eyes and mouth. But the taste was blood, its all he could taste now with the moisture. He jumped up to his feet, splitting onto the forest floor. Looking at his hands, he seen they were covered in blood, and not far across the ground, the bodies of the two men he saw in his dream lay motionless on the ground, their chest ripped open. Rolling up his sweater, Arc peeled away the bandages, and seen that his wound had been completely healed, only a mild scar in its place. Almost instinctively, he took out a small notepad from the back of his pants, along with a pen, and turned to a page. "Test Number 19 : Over Exposure : [Failed] Passed."
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Post by Mikey on Mar 22, 2012 14:17:00 GMT -5
The car screeched to a halt as Mike eyed the military blockade. A soldier with an M4 was motioning for him to halt. He figured he would run into this. Bunch of pricks… Ordered to shoot anyone who came toward the line, infected or not. Made him sick to his stomach… How many living people, uninfected, had fallen to this bulls*** in the past? Hundreds? Thousands?
Mikey got out of his car and reached into his jacket, the soldier tensing for a moment before Mike pulled out his badge. The spare that he figured would come in handy when he knew where he was going. Good thing he hadn’t turned it back in. He flipped it open for the soldier to see, and each studied each other for a moment.
“Sergeant Ross, is it? Clear a path, I have some business I need to attend to in town.” Mike said calmly. The soldier didn’t budge.
“My orders are to make sure no one crosses this barricade, in or out, sir.” He said. Mike had a feeling the sir was less about rank and more about the fact that he was a good thirty years older than the Sergeant.
“I’m telling you right now, Sergeant. Let me through, or life will get very difficult for you.” He said. The soldier didn’t budge. Mike held the badge a bit closer.
“Look real close at this, boy. You see those letters? Everything I do comes right from the Commander in Chief. Your boss, my boss, everyone’s boss. I’m here for a purpose that’s way beyond your pay grade, and if you don’t want to spend the next year in federal prison for hampering a federal investigation and the rest of your life standing in line at the soup kitchen, you let me through right now.” Mike said. None of that made any sense… He took orders from the director of the CIA, not the president. And the soldier would face no charges for following orders. But by the way he watched the younger man flinch at his raising voice, he was pretty sure the bluff worked.
The sergeant gave a slight nod and ordered the gate opened as Mike waked back to his car.
“Good man. And remember. You never saw me, ya?” Mike said. The sergeant nodded, thinking it was simply a CIA thing. Mike pulled through, on the road again. If his information was right, which it always was, he’d be at the farmhouse in just a few minutes. In fact, that building by itself off in the distance looked like a likely candidate.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 22, 2012 15:08:12 GMT -5
Anna looked down at her watch, it was almost seven thirty and the sun was completely gone, replaced by a dark night sky. She'd sighed and looked out the window, folding her arms. Four in a half more hours and she was expected to go out there and maybe hunt down Arc. That sounded ridiculous. For all she knew, he was already a zombie. So why was she even considering going out there against better judgement?
Suddenly the lights flickered and flashed, the entire living room had went dark. Anna looked up at the light fixtures in the ceiling fan and furrowed her brows. The lights were gone entirely now. As they did, her cellphone began to vibrate in her back pocket of her jeans. She'd reached for it and answered, relieved that the cellphone was still working.
"Hello?" she asked, dryly.
"Anna, are you alright?" came the voice of her father. Anna smiled widely, glad to hear her father. She'd ran a hand through her fringes and turned around, facing the living room.
"Yeah, I'm good...we're fine.." she trailed off.
"Good, good...I heard the military is gunning down just about anyone that tries to go in or out, what's your plan?" he asked over the phone.
Anna cleared her throat, walking forward a few steps, then stopping abruptly. "I called the CIA but they pretty much told me to go f*ck myself and I suddenly became expendable," she explained, her voice taking on a venomous tone.
There was a loud grunt over the phone, she knew her father was royally ticked now. "How're you going to get out?" he asked, quietly.
"Well, I got in contact with Terry from the BSAA? Yeah, well, I got in touch with him and now he's got us waiting until Wednesday to get out. So...we're doing exactly that. The military will sweep through the city and take out most of those infected and when they do, Jimmy and I'll sneak passed those a*sholes like before and rendezvous with him atop of the hospital," she explained.
"Well I'm glad I'll be there to help, then."
The color in Anna's face had suddenly drained away when she'd heard those words. "Wh-what?" she asked.
"I was in Lexington and as soon as I heard about this situation, I decided to go there...I wouldn't have if your mama didn't call and let me know you and Jimmy were home. Got through the military barricade too. While they were takin out a horde of them ghouls I drove through the barricade. Now I'm prolly only fifteen...maybe twenty minutes away," he explained in the exact manner Ana had.
The redhead suddenly fell onto the couch, holding her face in her hand, the other holding up her cellphone. Her dad was here...that was another person she had to worry about now. Her dad was calling her name on the other end of the line but all she could think about was the fact that he was in this mess with her now.
"Dad.." she began, softly.
"Anna, I'm alright...I...I've dealt with these things once remember? I'm fine. You and my grandson is all that's important right now and I'm willing to risk my life to git ya and Jimmy out alive. Now let me talk to my grandson, alright, sweetheart?"
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Post by Winters on Mar 22, 2012 16:00:47 GMT -5
Feeling completely full of energy now, Arc put away the notepad, and then looked back at the two bodies. Closer examination would determine they werent anybody from his old group, so he was in the clear. There hadnt been any gunshots fired, otherwise there wouldve been walkers on his location by now, or worse, Anna coming to investigate. Picking up the shotgun from one of them two men, Arc seen that it had four shells in it, and there hadnt been anymore in his pocket. The other man had a Glock, with a nearly full magazine. Usually, he left all he found for others to stumble upon, make it their lucky day when they found this much ammunition, but tonight was special.
Though he was moderately filled with stamina, Arc hadnt been brought to his full potential just yet, and the two bodies in front of him were beginning to smell terrible. He did have his knife, but couldnt take on a group of them had they rolled through the creek bed. The shotgun could take out at least four of them, five or six if he took his shots right. The handgun was a mixed bag, firing nines wouldnt always ensure a kill with a shot to the head, so his calculations were only in the ballpark of about seven or eight. There was a time when survival meant something different to him, but until he found what he was searching for, Arc was down to barebones, and his instincts.
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Post by Mikey on Mar 23, 2012 21:24:00 GMT -5
Mike pulled into the long driveway of the farmhouse, killing his headlights and taking it slow to stay hidden. Just in case it wasn’t Anna that was hold up here. The lights had been on just a moment ago. And then they went dark. Either they knew he was coming and they were trying to get ready, or there was a problem with the grid in the area. There were no streetlights, so he couldn’t confirm the theory either way.
Well, he would find out soon enough.
Parking and killing the engine, he grabbed his bag from the passenger seat and slung it over a shoulder, sagging a bit from the weight. He wasn’t as sturdy as he used to be. He pulled out his Glock 34 and a flashlight from his pocket, shining the light on the front door as he checked it. It was unlocked. He opened it, scanned the front room that it lead to, and heard a voice. One that seemed familiar…
“Anna?” He rasped into the darkness.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 23, 2012 22:14:20 GMT -5
Anna had suddenly glanced over to the screen door when she'd heard someone calling for her. She'd grabbed her Colt from the table and gripped it tightly in her hands before carefully getting up from her seat. She couldn't make out the man standing in the doorway of her home, it was unsettling to say the least. Moving up against the wall between the window and the door, she'd kept her firearm steady and up in her hands.
She would have gotten the jump on the man via heading out the back door but she was worried it'd have given them time enough to get through and possibly hurt Jimmy.
"Who's there?" she asked in a hushed, venomous voice.
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Post by Mikey on Mar 25, 2012 5:21:00 GMT -5
"Who's there?" A voice asked in a whisper, but the intent to kill if need by was plain for all to hear. That was Anna… She probably had Jimmy here. Would explain that tone in her voice.
“It’s the f**kin’ pizza man, who do you think it is? It’s Mike.” Mike snapped back, holstering his gun and closing the door behind him, scanning the shadows of the house with his flashlight.
“Where the hell are ya, woman?” He asked in his raspy tone.
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