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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 25, 2011 10:10:24 GMT -5
V2
A dense forest which surrounds Raccoon. It is home to many animals, and is a popular hunting ground. Along with several deep ponds that make decent swimming holes. Plenty of everything can be found here. Some winding roads move from sea level up into the mountains and there are small communities dotted about the place, gas stations, lodges with bed and breakfast, maybe a small hotel across the highway.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 25, 2011 11:21:46 GMT -5
Slowly grinding up the hill. The full moon and a lack of clouds made visibility a little easier however the floodlights from the Stryker and the 350 were necessary to show all of the survivors on foot where they were going. The convoy stopped again to swap passengers around, Aya took that as an opportunity to make a little more ground after stopping herself to take a swig of water.
Back in the Stryker, one of the men who had applied for volunteering made his way to one of the front seats near Patrick, built and wearing a near skin tight, black polyester shirt with a brown bomber jacket over the top to stave off the cold, "G'day, chum," he greeted in a camaraderie way, "Name's Kit South," he introduced himself with a smile, holding out his hand, "Nice band of mismatched misfits you got going on here. I'm sure you'll pull together whatever it is you're plannin' on doing well'n'fast," he complimented, drawing a flask from his jacket pocket and taking a swig of the fiery bourbon.
<Hey, Pat. Could you stop on the road for a sec? I think I saw something.>
Aya's voice chirped over the Stryker radio. It had been a pretty clear trek so far meaning asking for Patrick to actually kill power meant her commando senses were tingling. In the time it had taken to get to where they were they had only ran into one problem, the crack of a gunshot in the distance had signified that. Aya had quickly radioed in that she had taken down an armed bandit who she had been following for the past hour, give or take, waiting to see whether he would end up hostile.
"Cute kid, by the way," Kit mused while taking another sip, "How the heck did you end up with a child soldier?" he cackled, "I'd keep an eye out myself but my rifle is a little dismantled up top," he pointed roughly where the case was strapped to the roof, "I'm a sharpshooter for the record. If you ever need one just give me a holler."
This was different. Whatever was moving down the road almost sucked the light out of the area around it. As it came closer Aya could make out the shape of the beast; huge, twice the size of an elephant; had characteristics of both reptilian and canine. It was the bile covered, gnarled teeth lining its dark mouth that froze her spine. A black aura in general seemed to emanate from its body, almost like the plague of pestilence.
Aya had hid within shrubbery, her stomach flat against the ground as she watched from well inside the treeline from the side of the road; too much of her was afraid to speak in fear of giving away her position, but she had to let Patrick know what was coming their way.
<Kill the lights,> her whispering voice crackled, <Get everyone around the vehicles, under them if you can. I have no idea-> she wouldn't know how it would react, <Just keep low and silent.>
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Post by Shotgun Yell on Jan 28, 2011 3:15:02 GMT -5
“Patrick Koppel,” The two shooks hands carefully as Patrick eased the Stryker forward, Kit taking the initiative and putting forth his thoughts on their situation before bringing up Aya, who as Patrick could see via the thermal imaging mounted on the roof of the APC, was quite a distance away. “It’s strange actually, I was stopping of at a store to pick up some supplies, when I heard something on the roof-” Aya’s voice interrupted over the radio.
<Hey, Pat. Could you stop on the road for a sec? I think I saw something.>
So the soldier eased off the gas and brought the vehicle to a halt, with the cube and pick-up truck behind it following suit and holding formation. “Lo and behold there she was with another survivor, so the three of us helped each other out and went on from there,” The last bit was quick as Patrick had an uneasy feeling that something was wrong, watching the screen as he was and saw Aya drop slowly to her belly, before being blacked out by some kind of interference. “What the hell…?” Asked Kit, his eyes glued to the screen as well now and leaning forward for a closer look.
<Kill the lights. Get everyone around the vehicles, under them if you can. I have no idea- Just keep low and silent.>
Lifting the driver’s hatch of the Stryker just enough to look outside, Patrick harshly whispered a few quick orders to the marine that was standing there before closing it, locking it, and cutting the power to the lights on the roof. As soon as he had finished what he was told, Patrick flipped through the cameras of the Stryker and finally caught sight of what had caused the interference. It was on the plain camera, and the pair in the Stryker could just barely make out the sight of a great beast as it made it’s way towards them.
To Patrick it felt much like looking forward into the night and seeing objects everywhere but where you’re looking, except for the fact it was moving and he didn’t have to follow it to see it. “Jesus Christ…” And then there was a sound like a sneeze from beneath the Stryker, and Patrick made for the .50 cal monitor in the back.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 30, 2011 12:00:33 GMT -5
Aya aptly titled the beast as 'Pestilence', having seen nothing like it before. She was correct to assume it was more of a docile creature than the other mutants as it didn't seem to truly notice the LAV, Ute and Box truck, instead politely moving out of their way as it continued down the sloping road.
Then it stopped. Aya's heart skipped a beat. It stood directly beside the armored vehicle refusing to move a cell of its being.
Kit was welded to his seat like clump of hot solder, hands clenching whatever was in reach to relieve the suspense. From what he could tell the monster was directly outside the LAV wall opposite him and refused to budge. He and Pat had heard the nasal discharge beneath several inches of metal. If they heard it, Pestilence outside would have caught it, skinned it, and thrown it on the barbecue before you could say "The Pope is coming to dinner".
Its feet plopped as it turned to face the APC. Aya's index was about to hit TTP when the thought of blowing radio silence would potentially make things a whole lot worse. Pestilence lowered its head to the wheels of the armor, pausing, and taking one long drag of air into its lungs through its nose.
The sound Kit heard gave his goosebumps goosebumps; he was slowly moving in an uncertain direction, the drivers hatch, whether that had anything to do with subconsciously wanting to bail and run was undetermined.
One clawed foot moved almost mechanically from the entirely stoic body; Pestilence grabbed beneath the Stryker's tires and lifted the armor up revealing all the people hidden below.
'Oh dear-Oh dear-Oh dear,' Kit's pulse went critical as the entire room turned to a slant, several objects tumbling down to the tail end of the machine.
No one knew what to do. Everybody held their breath. All eyes were averted from the dark, sniffing, rotten nose panning over all of the fresh meat. Suddenly Pestilence stopped moving, frozen, maw poised over the face of a survivor who opened his eyes to see rows of yellow teeth staring at him.
Then without warning they clamped down over his head as his entire body was pulled from his hiding place. Pestilence swung the rag doll off into the darkness of the forest, body disappearing amongst the trees, and let go of the LAV letting it drop back over the remaining survivors underneath. It galloped after its victim immediately after, vanishing.
<Go! Get moving!>
Aya had screamed into her radio. As much as she hated to admit the likely dead volunteer it was a better chance than any to make distance from Pestilence as its attention was elsewhere. She picked herself off the ground and chased the direction the mutant had headed.
"Hey, bud!" Kit called to Patrick, "This thing just plug and play?" he had heard the message from the casual marine's counterpart over the radio and decided to yank the helm of the ship and get things moving sooner rather than after the beast had returned for seconds. Beating the sh*t out of all the controls in front of him, the Stryker eventually roared to life.
Banging could be heard on the drivers hatch, "Stop you son of a b*tch!" the Ranger woman with her prosthetic leg cursed at Kit, "There are still people under the tank!" stepping out of the way to help several of the volunteers up, "Get all civilians on top of the vehicles," she ordered, "Those of you wearing BDU's can run it," insinuating that the marines would be keeping up with the convoy on foot.
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Post by Shotgun Yell on Jan 31, 2011 8:44:03 GMT -5
From behind Kit, Patrick could see the entire scene play out over yet another camera, this one angled closer to the .50 cal that was mounted on the roof, allowing him to turn and fire without actually having to expose himself to danger. As the Stryker rose to an angle, Patrick held his breath realizing that at any moment the entire vehicle could flip right over; it’s center of mass being very high and the vehicle being quite prone to flip overs as it is.
There was a scream, and the Captain thought he could make out the shape of a human fluttering off in the distance like some kind of demented toy before disappearing within the dark recesses of the forest they were travelling through. Then the beast suddenly dropped the Stryker and made off towards his meal, while other survivors hurriedly clambered out from beneath the various vehicles and rushed aboard as best they could. The breath Patrick had been holding was released as he trained his deadly weapon on the vicious creature, but did not fire as the Stryker’s engine flared in anger and the whole vehicle jerked forward uneasily.
Banging signalled for the Stryker to stop, and it did so as Patrick watched about six of the volunteers climb up on top of the Stryker, the Green Beret woman making sure they kept their distance from the .50 cal and plugged their ears for the subsequent firefight. Should the weapon ever go off. When all were loaded Patrick gave Kit a tap on the shoulder and the vehicle jerked once more, this time a little easier as the APC started off down the road. Behind them the rest of the convoy followed suit, with the marines sprinting as fast as their gear would let them, and keeping a pretty good pace with the convoy.
A few of the slower ones grab onto whatever they could, the mirrors and steps on the side of the cube truck were ideal locations where one could hang off the side of the vehicle and still use his sidearm effectively. Another well used place was the back of the pickup truck right at the rear of the convoy, where two heavily armed soldier’s squatted and trained their weapons to the rear, one even going so far as to switch out the entire top of his rifle in favour of a Beowulf system that had been sitting patiently in his backpack.
Within seconds the convoy was roaring past Aya, and Patrick called out over the radio:
<Grab onto anything you can and hold on!>
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 31, 2011 12:42:56 GMT -5
"He could still be alive!" Aya shouted, not bothering to use her radio. As she neared the monster's location the girl could hear cries of agony from the survivor. She hit a break in the trees on the hill, the low moon shining through a gap within the trunks and casting a silhouette on Pestilence. The single, drawn out scream quickly went up in pitch before being immediately cut off as the wet sound of bone an sinew disconnecting from one another replaced it. Aya could see the dangling cartilage of his neck held up into the milky moon and her heart sank.
Moments past as nothing could be seen on the road behind the convoy; flood lights from the Ford were being cast onto the treeline. A small flutter of leaves fluffed out from a patch of bushes as Aya exploded onto the nature strip; her sprinting footsteps unheard in the roar of the convoy, her feminine arms pumping desperately in her strides.
She didn't have an immediate way to tell anyone the beast was right behind her before it crashed through a tree on its entrance to the mountain road. Water flicked from Aya's eyes as she blinked through her tears; terror absolute. Arm stretched out, imagining being pulled away from the box truck just as her fingers touched the cold metal.
Grabbing hold of the locking latch, the rear door flew open and outwards swinging Aya with it. Several untied objects spilled out the back littering the road behind them. The pale girl lifted her legs up as the door went full circle, pushing away from the wall of the truck and swinging herself back inside. Pestilence's nose crashed into the rear end just as it shut leaving a massive dent.
Front row seats of its snapping snout were on sale as the broken door swung open again
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Post by Shotgun Yell on Feb 4, 2011 16:04:35 GMT -5
“f**k! Hit the breaks!” Shouted Patrick as he watched Aya’s ordeal unfold on a small screen before him, her white hot silhouette standing out amongst the darkness of the cold environment around her. He’d watched as she broke from the brush, and although he couldn’t see the beast behind her easily could tell that it was there. A sucking black hulk took up the majority of his FOV and it was the only thing he could think of that would do such a thing to the system.
Kit, who’d was driving did exactly as he was told and slammed on the breaks, sending the convoy speeding right past them before he hit the accelerator again and chased off after it. From Patrick’s position, the .50 cal would line up perfectly if not for the pickup truck that roared right behind the cube truck, so he held his fire and watched as the marine’s laid into the creature with reckless abandon, upset as they were about the horrendous death of a fellow survivor. The fifty calibre rounds from the Beowulf seemed to at least bother the beast, who after a few shots turned and roared a colossal sound and leapt from the back of the cube truck before breaking for the bushes. With a flicker of .50 cal fire I traced it into the bushes but lost it in the brush and scanned carefully as the convoy roared onwards.
It was quiet for a few minutes as the gunfire abruptly stopped and everyone caught there breath, but as Patrick watched the brush around them, Kit could only watch in front of them as he forced the Stryker onwards and the captain on the fifty cal felt the hair on his neck standup when Kit inhaled sharply.
“Oh f**k…” And the Stryker came to an abrupt halt before it’s rear started to hoist itself up into the air.
(Won't be able to post till Monday sometime, so take your time.)
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 8, 2011 11:52:26 GMT -5
Aya breathed mortified relief as the monster backed off, sitting a little more relaxed in her cargo hideout.
In response to the Stryker being assaulted by Pestilence the Ford and Box truck over took the armored vehicle, continuing up into the snowy recess of the Arklay's. The doors of the truck swung open again for the bronze haired girl to see what was going on.
Aya gasped, fumbling for her Springfield; she went to aim forgetting her rifle was missing a scope, "Frick!" trembling in stress as the truck doors swung closed again. The mini commando looked around herself, arms stretched out in the darkness until her fingers wrapped around a familiar shape; the oval wheel of sticky rubber felt wonderful for some abstract reason, tearing a long strip of the duct tape from its spool and pulling her new scope from its pouch.
Meanwhile the bikini Ranger stood full on top of the crawling Stryker, dragging the monster along behind it, "Silly puppy," Jasmine taunted while slipping two grenades from her bandoleer while looking keen into the eyes of the rabid beast, pulling the pins free with her index finger.
So much distance had been made now and Aya was beginning to lose hope of ever making a shot; a home made match up of scope and rifle only ramped her MoA through the roof as well. She sat with a box between her legs, resting her Springfield on it and peering down the scope. The alignment likely wouldn't get any better than it was now, assuming a slight left hook on the reticule existed.
The doors of the truck swung open once more. Aya aimed high and to the right, took a deep breath in, and squeeze the trigger.
Jasmine let the spoons fly, heard a rifle report and a bullet quickly catch Pestilence in the eye. The beast let go and made a terrible roar. The Ranger girl tossed the grenades into its open mouth, kissed it goodbye, and sat down on the once again moving Stryker as two muffled thumps were heard expanding the monster's stomach.
Pestilence staggered briefly, a tsunami of black oozed out its mouth. A shrill hiss was all it could manage before limping towards the tree line slowly.
Slapping her gloved hand against the LAV's roof, "You can thank me later," Jasmine called out.
Kit let out a disgruntled snort, "Showoff,"
<Pat!> Aya called through the radio, <Is everything okay! Are you guys alright?!> her view of the armored personnel carrier had vanished after finally moving around a curve and she was uncertain what the outcome had been. She held one foot out to hold a door open, waiting in dreaded anticipation.
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Southern Son
Zombie Hunter
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
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Post by Southern Son on Mar 11, 2011 17:58:26 GMT -5
*In the sunny, dense forest of Arklay, there is no sign of natural life anywhere visible from the road at which Wes and Warren is driving on. They were inside a Cherokee Jeep, with the trunk of the jeep loaded with their gear, and the backseat has minimal amount of things. The road they were driving upon, it was bumpy, and dirty. Seems as if it hasn't been driven on in quite some time. Due to seeing plants sprouting from the soil, knowing that something hasn't crushed it. Until now, that is. Warren was the one driving the jeep, while Wes was sitting in the passenger, thinking of what he plans to do. When the road came to a straight, Warren turned his head and looked over at Wes.*
Warren: "Wat's tha matta, Wes?"
*Wes ignored the question for a few moments, allowing Warren to keep his eye on the road since he kept turning his head to exchange looks.*
Wes: "Nothin', bub. Keep ya eyes on the road." Warren: "Now why do ya have to be like that? All I did was ask a simple question." Wes: "...Because I've been havin' to listen to you yap about countless things. It's rather annoyin', actually. Just to hear yer voice." Warren: "Oh, so it's like that huh? You ask me to come along to keep you from dyin', and you decide to treat me like s*** on the way? I didn't have to come withya, ye know." Wes: "I know... I didn't expect that the headaches would've come with. You're right, the only reason that I wanted you to come is for insurance, but you have to realize too that I am the one that will keep you from dyin' so don't be gettin' all cocky." Warren: "Well I am the better hunter, and I can shoot better than you. So yeah, I'll be the one savin' your ass when you're gettin' mauled by these bastards." Wes: "That's the attitude that ****es me off, Warren. You're too arrogant, which will get us f**ked if we're in a dire situation. Besides, if I recall correctly, my accuracy with the rifle is higher than yours, and I have a larger kill count. Getcha facts straight, boy." Warren: "Really now...? I'll make a deal withya, from here on out, we keep count of how many zombies we kill. When we get back home, we'll compare, and see who is superior. The loser, must admit that the winner is far superior than what he'll ever be. Deal?" Wes: "You betcha ass that's a deal. You're goin' to be in a world of s*** when you tell me how much better I am than you. Now, keep your eyes on the road till my headache fades."
*Warren is chuckling at the comment that Wes made, and noticed Wes had laid is head back onto the headrest and closed his eyes. Warren cracked a smile, and turned back his head to peel his eyes onto the path. Looking into the sky, to see it's bright outside, but since the forest is thick, not much sunlight is illuminating through the dense forest. Enough for him to see clearly, but not enough to make it feel safe. He would eyeball the side of the path to see if he could spot any sort of movement, or life -- none at all. Warren shrugged the disappoint away, and kept on driving.*
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Post by soldier on May 21, 2011 23:08:03 GMT -5
[Lilly, Richard, and Andrew off to find Marissa] 4:45 AM Arkley forest, The Drottningen's Kula (Queen's Den) Marissa woke up with the sound of her iPhone ringing. It was time to wake up and it was also time to make coffee sit on the front porch and do research on her last mission in Vegas. She was very well tired from last nights work with fire wood and it made her tired enough that she couldn't attempt it. The Campment needed the firewood themselves as well, since the state rangers can't do sh*t and therefore it was all was left to find longs , haul it and cut it. the State ranger didn't bother with her, she didn't bother with them. Clean and simple. She walked over to her kitchen and started to make a pot. She had waited for awhile before she could make a cup. once there she had added carmel flavored creamer. She walked outside with her coffee and cigarettes and sat there on the chair watching the sun rise. The morning was cold and silent, the villager slept peacfully. until she saw an armored truck, it was military from the looks from it. She reached for her M4, bring it closer and lit her cigarette and watch the visitors carefully. Andrew looked around the peaceful village. It all looked like the people here were living life normal despite the disaster in the city. "That long haired women up head that pulled the M4 closer. That's her." He told Lilly. Andrew wasn't sure what to tell the women. Or how he even know her name, but she was the "Simper Fi" type still, so He had only had to hope.
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Post by Rhinn on May 22, 2011 23:46:20 GMT -5
Lilly nodded and pulled the truck over in a clearing and came to a halt. The ride up here was uneventful... which was good and bad. Good in that they weren't fighting for their lives against the undead... Bad in that since they were expecting it, they were all on edge. Being on edge had a way of cutting the patience level of those that were on edge.
Since they had travelled through the night, Lilly had told Rich and Andy to get some sleep, but since Andrew was needing to navigate, Lilly was sure that he wasn't going to be up. Richard probably wouldn't have slept a wink either.
So that they traveled through the night. They neared the village as the sun was coming up. It was cold and frost covere most windows and Lilly wasn't looking forward to getting out of the warm truck and into the cold bitter air.
She turned to Richard and Andrew. "If she hates the police, then it would be best if I don't go up there. I'll stay with the car and cover ya'll from the perch."
The Titan had a sentry position from the top. In a battle with the undead, it was locked shut with an armored lid. Now Lilly could use it to watch the group around them. She grabbed her jacket and pulled it on, zipping it up to her neck. She pulled the hood up and tightened it down. Then she pulled on her gloves and grabbed her gun. Punching the lid open, she was hit by a blast of cold air. Then she stood up and looked around. The sleeping little village was still peacefully asleep... except for the lady with the M4 sitting on the porch, drinking her coffee.
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Post by twobit on May 23, 2011 0:31:43 GMT -5
"she might know something of my father, she looks his type." Robert said with a smirk and opened the side door with his coat on the wind hit his face like the falling into a frozen river, yet he took one giant breath slid the p90 back onto the seat and set forward. As soon as he left the truck he thought he heard the guy Andrew getting out of the car but he was kinda awe struck by the beauty of the place.
The memories of the 98 winter came flooding back, he saw a Oak tree much like the one he spend hiding in, from the infected. He had fallen asleep while hunting for what little still lived and against what his dad said about times are tough we have to survive, he let a button buck with just a few spots go free. He wanted to prove his conscious right that later he would get a bigger doe or buck for his patience but nothing came afterwards. He waited til the sun was about an hour from setting when he started to nod.
that's when he realized that he could be in danger, he brought his thoughts back to the woman and his questions. he walked three paces from the front of the titan and spread his arms wide to signal he had no weapons and said "I would just like to talk and maybe make a great meal." hoping that he really wouldn't have to, he wanted to get back on the road as soon as possible if she knows nothing.
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Post by soldier on May 23, 2011 1:48:16 GMT -5
Andrew was already out of the car when he heard Richards remark. he wasn't quiet sure if he met it towards her or towards him. He looked at the women and the women staired at them, smoking and sipping her coffee brew. "Go back were you came from. I'm sure whatever it is, I'm not interested." She said. And stood fearless, his instance told him that she would probably be ready and willing to do anything. He stepped up fourther a bit and watched her set her mug down and slowly reach for the M4 and set it on her lap now. He waved his army out held his hand out for Lilly, letting her know that he didn't want anything stupid to happen. As if he knew she was gonna come out and get jumpy.
Andrew sighed. "Marissa Fransah?" he asked, cutting to the chase. "Yeah, you got the answer. Now leave." she said. "I have a request. A Mercincary to a Mercincary. It's not much, Lance Corporale, its a search party mission." there was a fearce silent in the morning cold air. Andrew took another step and she quickly raised the weapon same as Andrew, again he raised his hand and all sound was blocked but the in a dead to rights staire. "My friend his surpressed, I'll kill you were you stand" Andrew kept a straight face. "I'm not surpressed. It's not like I'm taking over you property. We're looking for someone and that's it-nothing more"
Now she was standing up, still in the dead to rights stair. He pulled richard behind him for his safety. "I use to be a cop, back in Philly, Lance Corporale, I know that what that officer in the Armored car knows about disgrunted military soldier like you for firing a weapon-" "I don't give a damn! You got-" "Kevin Nuttingfield meaning anything to you!!" He shouted over her voice that she lowered the weapon. She looked like she seen a ghost. "I wouldn't be here if I knew you kept these people wo fled the city and if them soldiers down there hadn't mention the stories about you. Trust me, I know." He lowered his weapon and waited for her responce. She seem to be looking past Andrew and Richard. "Three of you are welcome inside for coffee" She set her rifle outside and walked in with her coffee mug. Andrew let out a big sigh. "Geez" he turned a away and looked at Lilly who was already out of the car with her weapon. "Coffee?" he asked.
Marissa set down in the room on the dining area staired at the table. "Kevin..." she whispered. The only thing to do is just listen to the stranger's story.
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Post by Rhinn on May 23, 2011 10:56:17 GMT -5
Lilly realized that her head was gripped tightly around the grip of her AR-15 and she had to fight her instincts to level it at the lady when she pointed her M4 at Andrew. She casually flicked the safety off and held the gun such that she could bring it to bear on the woman.
Then Andrew yelled out a name and it seemed to take the life out of the woman. She backed off from her stance and Lilly decided it was okay to exit the truck. Sliding out of the perch, she exited through the driver’s side door and shut the door, locking the truck. She still carried her rifle with her but she put the safety back on.
It seemed as though they were being offered coffee inside. Lilly joined back up with Robert and Andrew.
“Well at least we are still alive. That counts for something in my book.” Being that this was Andrew’s… well, she really wouldn’t call it a friend, seeing as they were just about ready to gun each other down, Lilly decided to let Andrew go first. Then Lilly followed him into the cabin, slinging her AR-15 around on its strap so that it hung over her shoulder and hopefully would be less threatening. Her hand dropped to her Sig, just to make sure it was still in place and the she stepped through the door. She saw a small table that had 4 chairs around it. The woman was at the table, setting down some coffee. Lilly made her way over to the table.
“Thank you for hearing us out, I’m Lilly.” She left it unsaid that she was a detective with the LAPD and her badge was hidden underneath her coat.
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Post by soldier on May 23, 2011 11:58:02 GMT -5
Marissa extended her hand out. giving her a firm Marine hand shake "Marissa Fransah, Lance Corporale. Welcome to the Drottningen's Kula." She said setting the coffee on the table. then the man extended his hand out. His P90 was resting on his sling. "Andrew" She shook his hand as well with the same firm grip. Andrew had pointed to the man next to him. "This is Richard" She shook his hand as well. "Forgive me, you can imagin how hard it is trying to run a safe zone without the help of the guys up the road. Just a couple a weeks ago, I had requested a thing of bleach for one of the groups here and had be approved by the state rangers. Not to mention, My brother comitted suicide in his own house in Veges." The group seem to be taking it easy in her presence. She looked at andrew, he looked to be younger slightly. maybe 40s or 50s. "How do you know Kevin?" She asked. "A couple of Marines talk about him in BMR branch in the East side of town. They say he's in the BSAA. I hear things at these times like these." "BMR?" Marissa asked, not sure of the meaning. "Biohazard Marine Recon" He said. Marissa nodded. Marines had been busy in her absents while she was in captivity. "Seems like you've been gone for a long time, so I'm going to ask you unless you don't know it. Whats BSAA?" She got rid of her cigarette then sighed. "Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance...But enough about that. You said you had a search party mission. Well?" She looked at the group wondering who was gonna talk about it first.
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