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Post by Mikey on Sept 27, 2011 2:35:50 GMT -5
Samuel could feel the color drain from his face when Zoe informed him that she had turned the power back on.
“Oh f**k… Oh f**k… Oh, I’m f**ked…” He muttered quietly to himself, looking around the dark hallway. Her voice came back over, and informed him of her joke. The lights came on, and he stopped for a moment. His thumb hung over the button to open the elevator, and he let out a breath that he had been holding.
“That b*tch…” He said, at a loss for words. He stepped inside the elevator and hit the button, grabbing his walkie talkie and keying the call button.
“You demented, sawed off little midget.” He said, the grin on his face slowly growing as he said each word.
“Good one.” He said, audibly laughing as he let go of the key. The short ride up was over in seconds, and when the door opened he saw Zoe. She wasn’t smiling.
“What?” He said, his face serious in seconds. He instantly had his shotgun at the ready. It took a few moments, but he could hear the thumping and dragging. “Think we’ve overstayed our welcome. I say we get the hell out of here.” He said, moving past her to get up the stairs, aiming the shotgun at the ceiling as he did.
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Post by Rhinn on Sept 27, 2011 14:50:55 GMT -5
"I swear that this one wasn't me", she said. In her hands, she already had out her revolver and her machete. At such close quarters and on the run her rifle was useless except as a club.
They ran back up the stairs of the wine cellar and into the basement. The pounding and scratching was louder. Zoe was worried about what was upstairs. They ran up the stairs from the basement to the kitchen. It was louder, like whatever it was was right on top of them. The ceiling vibrated a bit and dust began to float down from the ceiling. In the corner, by the air duct, a crack seemed to be growing.
"My bike is by the front door. Let me grab it and...."
She never finished her sentence. The door that was leading from the kitchen to the lounge where they had slept just two nights ago was covered in vines. Smaller ones ran out from underneath it and it was cracking from the force behind it.
"Oh s***!", she said, backing up. Right then the door cracked in half, and vines literally fell into the kitchen. It covered the floor of the lounge and she could barely make out her bike. Some plant was taking over the house and ripping it to shreds.
Instinctively, Zoe backed up to the other kitchen door. The one that led outside. Seeing no vines, she kicked it open and started to go through.
That's when more vines exploded from the air vents and swung at her. They barely missed her, as she felt their sharp barbs slice through her hair. She reacted by bringin her machete up and slicing through them. The injured vines pulled back, but more seemed to take their place.
She dove through the door and out on the patio. "We need to get the f**k out of here!", she screamed, though she knew that Samuel knew that. With one last look back into the house, she fired 4 rounds into her bike, hitting the gas tank. It exploded and burned up the vines that were starting to cover it.
From the attic, an unnaturally screech, like metal being torn apart erupted. Zoe just ran to the garage. She happened a look up and saw that bigger vines, about as thick a round as her, were tearing through the roof. Shingles started to rain down.
She ran for the garage even faster.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 27, 2011 19:29:12 GMT -5
The retort of Samuel’s shotgun as he fired rounds at random into the ceiling boomed through the house, as he backed away toward the door. He turned to run as soon as he heard the explosion of the motorcycle. The house would be coming down soon, they had to get the f**k out of here.
Luckily, it hadn’t spread to the garage. They were ok for a few minutes, he figured. If only they had some explosives…
Throwing open the door to the Challenger and tossing his shotgun inside, he ran to the workbench and took a quick look around. On several hooks, a few keys were hanging up. Grabbing the set that was labeled as belonging to the muscle car, he ran back and started the engine to the truck. Tearing out the still open garage doors, he saw the car that they had used to block the gate and cursed.
“Trade me spots, I’ll get the brakes.” He said, leaving his shotgun as he jumped out of the car and ran to the convertible. He simply reached inside and grabbed the brake lever, pressing the button and pushing the lever down. He was able to push it a ways on the cement driveway, but he motioned for her to push it out of the way with the Challenger on the grass.
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Post by Rhinn on Sept 28, 2011 17:47:03 GMT -5
Zoe jumped into the passengers' seat as Samuel grabbed the keys. She pointed her revolver out the window and then realized how useless that would be. She had trouble hitting zombies in the head at range... how was she going to hit moving vines that went along the ground. She just wanted to get the hell out of here.
As she was about to turn and yell at Samuel, he was back with the keys. He fired up the engine and the Challenger screeched out of the garage and toward the front gate. Zoe kept her eyes on the house. Vines were increasing and she could see that they were already heading down the front steps.
Then Samuel stopped the car and hopped out to move the Cadillac that they used to block the gate. She slide over and watched him move the car a bit and also the vines behind her. As he motioned her to bump the car, she felt a thud at the back of the car.
She gunned it, watching as vines were left groping air. She bumped the Caddy non too gently and it rolled down the grass. She waited for Samuel to hop in and then floored it, racing away from the house... and all her belongings. She only had her guns, the ammo, her phone and backpack. The rest of their food and stuff was inside the hell hole back there.
Three blocks later, she came to a stop at the side of a road. She pulled out her phone and dialed the number on it. The man answered on the 2nd ring.
"We got the stuff you jerk. I bet your family didn't know you had that thing up in the attic did they? I bet you laughed your ass off knowing that if your little wifey ****ed you off you'd feed her to it.
Your kids are better off without you. In fact, they are better off where they are than with you", she yelled into the phone.
The man started to curse and scream at her over the phone, but Zoe cut him off.
"You won't see a bit of this money. As soon as we leave the house, we're gone. You'll never catch us."
She shut off the phone and then turned it off. She watched in the rear view mirror. At first nothing happened, but then she started to see a mist appear from the windows and openings. The vines stopped growing. The attic seemed to shudder and then all was still.
The plant was dying... the vines were turning brown and rotting into dust. The mist was yellow and it dissipated rapidly. Zoe assumed that it was some sort of fast acting acid. So there was no missile, just acid stationed all over the Estate that could kill any living thing, eat it's flesh, etc.
She looked over at Samuel with a grin. "Well, I guess I ****ed him off pretty good. He'll probably come for his money once the acid is gone and that's probably where he will notice that we aren't there. We better not be here when he gets here."
Zoe pointed down the road as it split off to the left to go to Stoneville and to the right to go to Raccoon City.
"Where to?"
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Post by Mikey on Sept 29, 2011 1:26:03 GMT -5
“The fire station down the street is pretty secure. We can hide out there for the moment, get stock of what we have, get a bite to eat and all that.” He said, rolling his shoulder to give his duffle bag a bit of a shake. He still had what he had grabbed from the store as well as his own supply of MRE’s in his bag. Along with his ammo and the loot. It would be nice to get some food in them. He was starting to get hungry. The last time they had eaten was the night before, and they had dealt with some serious s*** since waking up that day. They deserved a rest.
“You drive, it’s three blocks down and to the right.” He said. It was a small town. More like a township of Raccoon City than a city of it’s own. He flung open the gate and got back inside the car quickly, snapping the door shut and moving his bag to his lap. He fished a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with the car lighter, letting out the smoke with a deep breath.
“I think we’re on easy street.” He said as the car pulled away.
(Zoe and Samuel are now in Stoneville Fire and Rescue)
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Post by Rhinn on Sept 29, 2011 12:31:51 GMT -5
Zoe snorted as she pulled away from the curb. "Yeah, someone needs to tell the rest of the world that." She accelerated toward the River Fire and Rescue Station that was just down the road a bit. Though she was interested in what he had grabbed, food was more on her list of things to consume. [Zoe and Samuel drive to River Fire and Rescue]{OOC - Take it you mean River Fire and Rescue, not Stoneville}
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Post by Winters on Jan 26, 2012 13:35:37 GMT -5
As the car drove along the street, Arc was looking behind them through the window every now and again. There were definitely no infected around anymore, just darkness and the radiant glow of the moon. The street was clear of cars as well, whoever looked after the area did a good job at doing so, it made getting to the place easier than it was years ago. "The place is just at the end of this street, itll cut off at the river, the bridge may or may not be blocked off though. I take it theres quite a few people here, definitely a lot of activity, to say the least. Just keep your guard up, dont think I need to tell you though, do I?"
As the car came to a stop at the rivers edge, the duo seen that the bridge had been cut off, which meant they need to move on foot to the estate, easy enough. After getting out, Arc quickly looked down and see the blood around, almost as if it was purposely smeared, and it was a different smell to it. Pheromones, to attract the undead, keep them occupied, and lead them away from the estate. Smart move, whoever was inside knew exactly what they were doing. But just then, loud voices came through estate, and Arc drew his attention keenly toward the front. Other voices too, multiple people inside, he was right about this. "You lead. I got your back, chief."
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"I thought you were-" The female voice yelled out, but cut off by the sound of a man clearly in pain. "I saw him, that BSAA Agent. Those same eyes. He knew about the stash, I had to get out of there, Dodge and I didnt have our guns..." When the female was done speaking, Dodge sat down in the chair, holding his leg. It was stupid of him to go out at all, but he needed those pills. By the looks of it, that BSAA Agent needed them too, and he only hoped he was coming. "It was him, from back at the checkpoint. The same one. Couldnt have been following us, it was just a coincidence." Another man came out from the dining room, and spoke out in the same curious tone. "Ive seen him too, before, met him through the Convoy. That man is man on the outside, but on the inside? Just keep your hands near your guns, everyone, no risks."
But Amanda hollered out to Black, almost in a fit of rage, but mainly just to get her own point across. "He saved me! He saved that convoy, the semi. Hes here to help, I know he is. Why else would he be coming here? To this estate? Nobody else knows about this place, how safe it really is. Hes with the BSAA, regardless, hes here to help and thats final. Okay, guys?" By this time, the entire group had completely mixed feelings about whether it was danger about to knock at their door, or a savior. The only thing they could do now was wait, and prepare for every outcome.
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Darth Revan
Zombie Hunter
The Dark Side
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
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Post by Darth Revan on Jan 28, 2012 21:02:03 GMT -5
"Got it."[/color] Daniel replied as he began walking across the bridge towards the estate. Unlike the road he had driven down, the bridge was crowded with the abandoned remnants of all the cars that had crashed, which Daniel assumed happened as people were fleeing from the T-Virus. He had never been one to care much for vehicles, but some of the cars that had been destroyed in the chaos looked as if they were worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Though he figured he was in the rich part of the Circular River Community, nice cars was to be expected, as most of the people in the community were spoiled rich. After the second apocalypse, though, money was simply an object.
After a few minutes of walking along the bridge, the Daniel and Arc reached the other side, and shortly after they arrived in front of the large three-story building, passing the statue along the overgrown path. Putting his ear on the door, there was definitely a lot of chatter going on. From what he could make out of it, they seemed to be talking about someone in the B.S.A.A. while awaiting the arrival of another. "Hey Arc,"[/color] he whispered, "From what I can tell, they're talking about someone who sounds almost just like you."[/color] Eventually, the chatter stopped.
With nothing left to eavesdrop on, Daniel firmly and loudly knocked upon the door, and asked, "We're with the police. May we come in?"[/color]
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Post by Winters on Jan 28, 2012 22:45:04 GMT -5
While Daniel had been investigating the house, Arc was keeping a keen sense on the people in the building, and the surrounding area. From the looks of things, the building they were in had already been cleared out of any infected. After Daniel mentioned they were talking about him inside, Arc quickly climbed up onto the rooftop, being quiet enough for his partner to even know he was missing. From the roof, he waited for the people inside to answer the door. So many people had known about him now, some wanted him dead, some wanted answers, some were just looking for salvation. But he wasnt some kind of hero, Arc was far from it. He was waiting for Daniel to meet and greet the survivors, see exactly how they were going to react to seeing the BSAA member.
"Being a cop doesnt mean much anymore, ive seen them loot just as much as the other survivors." Amanda waited a few seconds, but if the man was going to break in, he wouldve done so already. Feeling a little convinced, she opened the door, and held her sidearm at him, expecting to see two people. But it was just the one, who was dressed like a member of the RPD, a highly trustworthy crew. Lowering her pistol, she quickly motioned for him to come inside, and than closed the door. He did seem a little puzzled where the other officer was, but Amanda didnt pay much attention to the why, just the who. "That man you were with, he took off didnt he? He always does, I cant ever seem to even talk to him..."
Inside the estates bottom floor, there was a lot of activity, more survivors than a lot of people would even be able to comprehend this close to Raccoon City. But perhaps this was the safest area, because nobody would bother looting in this hellhole. The Doctor sat at the kitchen Table, medicating his leg with some sort of brace, seemingly from an injury that he recently got or had for a long enough time. The cane gave away that he was crippled, and from the actions back at the other building, he didnt let it slow him down. However, he didnt seem to really care about who was at the door. In fact, nobody did, they were all doing their own thing somewhere in the building, in plain sight.
A man in a motorcycle jacket was across the table, cleaning his shotgun, and separating shells into different piles. The man seemed a little interested in the cop, but almost as if it was stereotypical, he looked away in disgust and mumbled some random garbage about the guy being just another pig, even though the world has already ended and justice was long gone. He and another man had exchanged a few motioned, and than he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bag full of an unknown substance.
He than tossed it across the room to a blond man, in his twenties, who was sucking on pipe. It was clear at this moment, if anybody was paying enough attention, that it was crystal meth. The spark of a lighter flickered, and a slight mist of smoke filled the back of the room. He was making conversation to the biker, drug talk, something that the doctor who sat across from was a little interested in. Surprisingly, he was completely fine with it. Health wasnt much important anyways, odds are your not going to live long enough to ruin your life with the stuff. Another pair were in the living room, seemingly a brother and sister, the big brother scowling at the druggie.
It wasnt so much the crystal meth that he was smoking, but that it was around his little sister, and respectfully the man had left the room. The siblings had been close, very close, probably what got them through the outbreak. The younger girl was fall asleep, while the big brother was putting a blanket over her. She was obviously used to sleeping through noise, otherwise she wouldve woken up already. It was a nice image to see, not all of the survivors were able to hold onto family, it was a very, very rare thing to see. Another were two sharing stories about the old days, yet still applying them to todays world, apocalypse or no apoclypse.
A sourthern gentleman, who was toting a fine cowbow hat, had been keeping up a conversation about horses with another man, who seemed fairly young but much different than the other survivors. He was dressed almost in clothing he made himself, but it didnt look too inconspicues. Though he himself didnt talk much, you could tell the whole had a connection, and understood eachother more than enough, and enjoyed the company. A colorful selection of survivors in this estate, all with a backstory just waiting to be told if you really wanted to ask the questions.
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Post by Captain Marvelous on Feb 4, 2012 23:18:39 GMT -5
Enter: Mei-Lin BGM: Mei-lin's Theme
Mei-lin had been skulking in the distance tracking her target. She stayed out of sight and lagged behind so as not to be noticed. It was admittedly tough to keep the motorcycle she was riding unnoticeable. Luckily keeping her distance and leaving the headlights off worked well enough for her to follow the car that arrived at the Jefferson Estate. She let it ride off ahead of her in order to check in with her superior. She ditched the bike on the road where she was and quickly scampered off into the woods.
After passing a few trees she pressed her back against one and placed a small earpiece into her ear and pulled out a small touch screen phone. She opened the contacts list in which there was only one name listed "Home". She selected it and before long a distorted voice answered.
"~Status Update.....~"
" Still tailing the Target in Raccoon City. He's got a friend, looks like law enforcement. Going to pursue under the guise of a civilian.
[/b]" "~Good. Proceed as planned. If necessary eliminate the tag along as well.~ " Understood[/b]" The call was over and Mei-lin returned her phone to her pocket. She looked back at the car she had been tailing. the tail lights were barely visible now. She started running to the estate. She noticed that they men had left their car behind due to the cluttered nature of the bridge. Mei-Lin continued to follow the pair, using the cars as cover. She wanted to study the situation further before introducing herself. She wasn't able to deduce much from their actions however. They seemed to just be checking the place out. Where people still even living the good life in this section of Raccoon City. She figured its residents would be the first to shut jump ship, especially given the city's storied history in reference to biohazard outbreaks. As she got closer to the massive home she could see that their were lights on within. She lagged behind a for a bit to establish her cover as a survivor by tearing a few holes in her clothes. She tussled her hair and brushed against a few cars so as to get dirty. Now looking more like a victim of bio-terrorism, Mei-lin decided now would be a good time to let her presence be known and ran after the two men. " Hey! Wait a second. I need help.[/b] She was still working on a good lie that would keep them from being suspicious of her. For now she just kept up her act and feigned fatigue by panting and putting her hands on her knees. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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