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Post by Rotheart on Jan 27, 2013 8:15:45 GMT -5
The girl seemed quite jumpy, as his sudden greeting startled her and she took, a what seemed like, a defensive position.
"Sorry, I didn't wanted to scare you." said Ivan by raising his hands in the year, but still holding the AK in one of them.
"Another normal person?" came from the woman on the right. Indeed. I am human, just like you, as you can tell." said through laughter and started approaching the two women.
He just then noticed the lying body of a zombie under the little girl. It didn't seem to move, so Ivan presumed they probably managed to deal with him.
Upon the girl's remark Ivan stroke his beard and said through laughter Yeah, I am not in my best years. But I still good looking.I see you maybe come from Motherland as well, but does it really matter in this world? We are one big country now, isn't that right?"
The girl picked up the dead body and started searching it.
"Good idea! Oh, Ivan is the name by the way." he said turned to the girl, which was almost naked. "You might want to put some clothes on,pretty lady. You might catch cold. And you should come to Russia. We have plenty of snow there. You will hate snow later."
The girl chucked on the side the wallet of the dead zombie and requested to be alone.
"What? But... why...? looked confused Ivan at her. And then he saw her insisting stare...
"Oh, I get it..." said Ivan and grinned. "You need to go to do "business", right? There are plenty of bushes around, but if you liked this spot, it is your choice. It is a weird sensation when you have to go and there are actually people around, isn't it? laughed Ivan and turned to the other woman. Okay, pretty lade. Let's go behind those bushes and leave the girl to do her "job".
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Post by Balbasorus on Jan 27, 2013 9:00:07 GMT -5
A few minutes had passed. No killing, shooting, dismembering or any other nasty stuff occurred while he was hidden. These people might be the first civilized group he had ever encountered ever since all this started. Tim loaded a few more bullets in his hunting rifle and wiped the blood off his machete using the clothes on the last zombie he killed. He dusted his shirt, trying to remove most of the dirt that had accumulated in it. It's the best he could do to make himself look more presentable.
He crawled away from the bush just in time as David had been sniffing and circling the plant for a while now, before dropping a steaming pile of dung. Tim cringed his nose at the pungent smell and walked over to where the people were gathered. "Hey, hey!" The doctor shouted while waving his hand. "We don't mean to intrude, but your camp looks safe. Can we stop for a moment and rest here? We've never had a proper sleep in like three days." He gripped his hunting rifle and kept a finger in the trigger but pointed the muzzle in a safe direction, just in case the people proved to be hostile.
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Post by sparkyfire on Jan 28, 2013 2:12:36 GMT -5
Taya was startled by the amount of people gathered at her family home. She never expected anyone to make it this far into the middle of nowhere. "Um.. Well we can go on up to the house, got plenty to eat, water is a well that is locked tight, and the gas and power still seem to be running for now so I can cook. Suppose you all can just fill your bellies and rest. I know I've been through hell, and I've stayed here relatively safe thanks to my fence line, you all been out there so it had to be worse. I don't have much by way of veggies besides a lil garden I had going, but there's berries in the woods if you need more, got tons of meat off the deer I shot, and the cow and pig we had killed back before this started." She said looking them all over. They looked tired, hungry and in need of a hot shower, and a good medical check.
"I can offer you guys my medical services too. I was an ER nurse before all this happened. You all look like hell by the way, dehydrated prolly hungry, sleep deprivation. Just promise me if the voices in your head tell you to kill me ignore em, I rather like living." Taya quickly added as she picked up her clothes and slipped back into them, then back into her boots. When she stood up she straightened her black jeans so the bottom went over her black combat boots. She quickly tucked her purple tank top into her jeans before tossing her black tshirt over it. It was alot of black for living in such a hot area but she didnt mind it, it helped her hide at night easier.
Taya began running her fingers through her hair to seperate it into smaller clumps so it would dry faster in the Texas heat as she awaited an answer. Once done with her hair she picked her bow and quiver full of arrows back up and strapped them to her back, obviously fidgeting as she wasnt sure she was doing the right thing, but her mother always told her to be a perfect southern belle. Hospitable, even when you wanted to cry or kill the person you had to be nice.
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Post by Balbasorus on Jan 28, 2013 4:40:00 GMT -5
Tim breathed a sigh of relief. It was the best response he had heard in a long while, other than the gurgling noises the zombies make when given a coup de grace. He shifted the backpack on his shoulders, trying to relieve one side of the pain from carrying it for too long. He had never heard of a place so well stocked and safe before. Most stores he tried to loot are either locked, empty or both. Sometimes even infested with the undead. He relaxed his grip on his hunting rifle and swung it to his back. That way, he can show these people that he meant no ill will.
After listening to all the good things the woman offered, which was almost too good to be true, the old man also volunteered his services. "Ma'am, I think I can be of assistance too. I am, or was, a doctor in Raccoon Hospital before all this started." It's the least he could do for the kindness she had shown towards a complete stranger. "Just let me eat and rest for a moment, then I'll see what I can do."
He had thought of opening his last can of corned beef to give to his dog, as well as the last two plastics of crackers for himself, but he decided to save them for some other time. Tim waited for the woman to offer them some of the food and water she promised, because even though the world is chaotic enough already, he still hasn't forgotten his manners and would rather let the woman give them to him so as not to appear rude and uncultured.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Jan 28, 2013 16:38:23 GMT -5
Katya waited, watched them begin to walk away and moved behind the larger tree slightly. She was in everyone's blind spot as she pulled the cloth down from her face and waited until they were all a good distance away. Yanking the shoulder from the socket, rotting flesh gave away to release a worse odor into the air in its immediate vicinity of a meter or so. Releasing a grunt of disgust, Katya rubbed the fresh scars at her cheeks, opening her mouth slightly to reveal multiple sharp canines as she dug into the infected flesh. Elongated tongue slipped out, wrapping around the limb as it stripped the flesh.
She was having trouble stomaching some of it, yet Katya dropped the limb once most of the infected flesh was removed. Katya forced her body to digest the food to keep the infection at bay. Exhaling softly, she raised the cloth over her mouth and took a stand as she peered out to ensure no one saw anything. Her purple optics memorized everything, and Katya moved towards the group, letting her body carry herself over towards the group as they headed towards the farmhouse. Katya stayed slightly farther away, she didn't trust any of them and didn't want to have to start a firefight if any of them got suspicious over her. When the older man revealed himself to be a doctor as well as the other girl being an ER nurse, she got a bit defensive in a response.
"As long as you two don't start trying to experiment on me while I'm sleeping, I would like to stay here to rest for a bit. Somewhere preferably isolated."
Katya hadn't remembered the last time she had a decent sleep. Even before the infection started, how could one sleep when the Umbrella Corporation was after her? Yet there was this unshakable fear, something she felt she was overlooking, or perhaps an oncoming storm that could very well put her in danger. Instinctively fidgeting and pulling the hood and scarf a bit tighter to hide her facial features, Katya scanned everything, remembering every detail as she listened to their conversation to watch out for contradictions later.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jan 28, 2013 20:39:11 GMT -5
William stopped and stood at the threshold of the forest as he heard people approaching.So it does appear there is more than one.He adjusted his hat for good measure,toned down his smile just a little and waited until he saw a young lady.Presumably the leader of the seemingly small group,and owner of the land.With hands safely at his sides the doctor began to speak.
"Well hello there young lady,I hope you don't mind my dropping in.I was drifting by and noticed this nice piece of land you have here,I thought it was abandon at first,then I heard the gunshot and had to come see."Mcloy took a moment to look at all the others,spending a few mili-seconds extra on the shrouded character,then returned his gaze back on the young lady and continued.
"It has been some time since i've even laid eyes on another being capable of speaking a real language.If you'd allow me to rest here and perhaps refuel my vehicle,i'd be very appreciative and I have some spare ammunition if you would have use of it."The doctor tried his best to look friendly,though he was sure he only looked to be as creepy as any randomly appearing old man.The side affects of his "Home made virus".
"The name is William,by the way.Doctor William...Jones,you can call me Bill."This of course was a lie,but Mcloy was the cautious type and his name was known among Umbrella's relics.He took no chances.
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Post by Rotheart on Jan 29, 2013 7:31:58 GMT -5
Ivan couldn't believe it. More and more people were popping up from everywhere. Everything seemed too good to be true. The weirdest thing was that these really old people have managed to survive the outbreak. And their group now consisted mainly of medics. He started to think they might actually have a chance...
Upon reaching the house, on Ivan's face appeared a wide smile. Everything was getting better and better. He had a look around him. They had everything - a shelter, gardens, an electrified fence to protect them. Even a vehicle! They could stay here for a while!
His eyes stopped on the car, which was on the other side of the fence. He turned round to the grinning doctor to ask him how much petrol does he have left. However, he stopped midway through opening his mouth as he realized something. The doctor was on this side of the fence, while the car was on the other. There were couple of footprints behind him, indicating he was walking from the direction of the car, but there was no indication from where exactly. Ivan couldn't see a gap on the fence either. His suit was in perfect condition as well... If there was a gap, it surely would be quite difficult to go through it with a suit like that. But he could have removed it... who knows. But if such an old man managed to get through the fence, then for zombies it would be a piece of cake. Ivan turned to the group of people.
"Get inside and get something to eat and rest for a bit. I am quite curious of the car. Can I take a look, William?" and without waiting for an answer Ivan started walking towards the part of the fence, which was in front of the car.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Feb 2, 2013 22:40:13 GMT -5
Suspicion was mostly returned to the one who called himself Doctor William Jones, primarily the hesitation in his voice when stating his name. Was it an alias? Katya began to over analyze his clothes and appearance. She was memorizing every word of his in particular, making sure she couldn't recall him to anything of memory that may or may not have been life threatening. Yet her access to Umbrella's files were limited, and she didn't care to go searching their various records hidden in underground labs. Finding them alone was going to be a pain, but she shrugged it off, shuffling away as her slender legs carried her frame away from the group. Shuffling passed "Bill", the scent of rotting flesh was still in the immediate vicinity of her lips but rapidly slipping away.
She stayed quiet, leaving the rest of them to their business as she began to make her way around the perimeter of the house to analyze and ensure it stayed secure. The last thing she needed was staying the night in a place that could easily come back to bite her in the ass. Although the field was big enough for her to go running around for a good exercise, something she felt she needed...maybe once the pain in her jaw subsided.
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Post by sparkyfire on Feb 3, 2013 1:05:27 GMT -5
Taya gave everyone a quick tour of the house then went to her office to get her medical bag. "Ok who needs patched up?" she asked waving the first aid kit, it wasn't much but it was something. "I have food in the fridge, and deep freeze has more frozen stuff. water works, water heater works.. We run on rural suppliers out here.. so dunno how long it will last but for now we are safe. got a generator for when it does go down.. most stuff is electric here except the heater is gas so.. tuck in make your selves comfy. I've been crashing in the attic so I guess i'll take my bedroom back over, and pull out the old camping cots. can set up where ever I suppose.." she said before walking off to go upstairs and clear her stuff out of the attic and toss it in her bedroom.
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Post by Balbasorus on Feb 5, 2013 9:40:57 GMT -5
Tim nodded to the burly man and followed the girl as she gave a tour of her home. He had never seen a well stocked house before, at least not after all these things started. Most have been broken in and looted, and those that aren't have been nailed shut, to prevent zombies and other survivors from getting in. After the tour, the woman left and promptly returned with a first aid kit. He was familiar with those things from working all his life in a hospital. His home was stocked with such things too. Tim hoped his house was saved from the looting that pretty much became the norm after civilization crumbled at the face of the impending zombie horde.
"Thank you ma'am," Tim managed to say after the woman stopped speaking. "Me and the dog will take the corner of the living room. We're used to sleeping in such cramped quarters. Don't worry, he's house-broken." He patted David's head as the pair went towards the bathroom for a nice shower. As soon as the door was closed, he gave David a quick bath in the bath tub, and after that his dog went and plopped down in front of the door, while Tim took off his dusty clothes and stepped in the shower.
He had almost forgotten how a warm shower feels like. He let the water run down his hair and back, and rubbed himself as best as he could to remove the dirt that had accumulated on him. After that he rubbed himself dry and put a white shirt and a pair of trousers. Once done, he stepped outside the bathroom and went straight to the kitchen followed by his dog.
A few minutes later the air was filled with the smell of cooked venison that made his mouth water. David smelled it too, and he perked his head and sniffed at the direction of the stove. This might be the first time in a long while that the pair will get to eat a decent meal. Tim made sure to remember to thank his host properly for her generosity.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Feb 8, 2013 21:04:05 GMT -5
The doctor gave the man a look over but didn't dare to stop him,lest he give himself away.He already had a lie laid out for when the man came back.He followed the young lady into the home and found a comfortable looking chair to sit in.He sighed as he sat and waited then looked around when he smelled the meal being cooked.
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Post by Rotheart on Feb 9, 2013 5:42:41 GMT -5
He didn't get a reply from the old man. Not the politest person ever. As everyone went into the house, Ivan went over to the fence. He started observing it and looking for gaps. Couldn't find anything. He found out that it was electric though. A pretty good defense. Maybe they could really rest for a while in here. And on top of that they had a vehicle. Bright mood replaced the doubt he had in mind. Ivan decided to be a watch, while everyone else was getting patched up and fed. It was the first time in a while Ivan could relax properly. He lied down on the grass and closed his eyes.
He could feel the slight breeze on his face. The warmth of sun's rays on his face just added to the increasing calmness in his mind. Ivan smiled and let himself be drifted away into the calm void...
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Post by Marc Firewing on Feb 11, 2013 15:26:03 GMT -5
[[Would've replied sooner but proboards was acting up for me.]]
Katya had taken the moment to take a seat at the back porch, relaxing as she hadn't noticed any flaws which gave her an almost sense of ease. Unless there were more than just the zombies roaming around out there, then otherwise it might get hairy. Yet she didn't seem to care much, reaching her latex covered hands up to pull her hood from her face and reveal her ivory blonde locks of hair. Running fingers through it and ruffling it slightly, Katya leaned against a support beam and watched the forest as she started to drift off to sleep. Katya wasn't particularly hungry from her meal before, but remained there as she tried her best not to fall asleep.
In the end, it was inevitable, she hadn't slept well in days and finally knowing she was safe, even for a little while, made her relax enough that she could simply enjoy the peacefulness of the area around.
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Post by Balbasorus on Feb 13, 2013 12:28:13 GMT -5
After a few minutes, Tim took two slabs of slightly burnt venison from the pan, one for him and the other for his dog. He waited for the meal to cool down, then laid David's share between his paws. The doctor flinched as the hot meat singed his fingers. Then he took his food and sat down on the floor, using a plate he found nearby.
Tim would have used a knife and a fork, as well raised people ought to do. But the hunger he felt, coupled by the thought of this being his first decent meal in a long while, took over. He grabbed the slab of meat and chewed on it with a gusto akin to that of the walkers feeding on a carcass. His dog did the same, growling every now and then every time he encountered a tough part of the meat. Within moments, the meat was all gone. Tim took a plastic bowl and a cup from his pack, and poured water for both of them. The old doctor leaned against the wall, sighing contentedly. If only this could be permanent. Then he remembered his promise to the lady, about lending his medical services to the people here. He'll help of course, but only after everyone had eaten.
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Post by sparkyfire on Feb 22, 2013 23:34:46 GMT -5
Taya lay in her own bed for the first time since the infection started. The soft clean sheets and blankets pulled her downward into a restless sleep. She tossed and turned and thrashed in her sleep, memories flooding her dreams, turning them to nightmares. She began feeling like she was drowning, the smell of burnt flesh hit her senses. The nightmare went from one of drowning to being surrounded by her loved ones burning alive.
"NO!" she screamed jolting upward nearly falling off the bed from the spazzem she felt when she woke up. Her breathing was heavy and labored, terror still showing in her eyes.
((sorry I haven't posted in a while. was busy and sick))
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