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Post by LTI on Jan 23, 2008 22:52:34 GMT -5
Win stood up, head throbbing, ribs screaming at him. He groaned loudly and crouched over. "Goddammit!" he shouted, clenching his teeth and stomping. He looked up at Rodger and Ryan, straightening up immediately. "Yeah. Let's do just that. I'm fine." Despite the pain, Win could keep going without any medical attention or painkillers. Sure, he'd like the painkillers, but they were a luxury that he wasn't sure they had at the moment. He shook it off and picked up the hatchet, and walked over to the severed hand, removing his handgun from its clutches and back into the safety of his hands.
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Post by .Merios on Jan 24, 2008 19:59:15 GMT -5
Rodger coughed a bit as Ryan helped him up. The fire was raging in the corner of the room where LTI was; there was enough artillery and explosives to take out at least a 5 mile radius. This fire had to be put out. L couldn't quite focus due to the searing white-hot pain resonating throughout his torso and sending twinges of pain down his right arm every time he moved. The knife had to come out. Rodger used his left hand and grasped the hilt of the knife. With a strong pull, he ripped the knife out of his chest, spraying a small arc of blood into the air as the knife dropped to the ground. Rodger yelped in pain and fell to his knees again. He put his left hand to his chest. Good thing the knife didn't hit any major organs or veins.. Or he'd be down for the count.
"We've gotta get the fire out.."[/b]
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Post by Bakuyu on Jan 25, 2008 19:32:00 GMT -5
Ryan sighed, he thought they should run like hell, but order were orders. He went to the door, and yelled for the others.
"Hey get in here! Bring some medical supplies, and all the water you can carry!"
Ryan looked down at Rodger, and then to the fire.
"Lets get the boxes away from the fire first!"
The box that was already on fire luckly had food in it. Ryan shoved a box as hard as he could, making it topple over the other side away from the fire. He looked around, the fire was biting at the tip of anothe rbox. Ryan ran over, and kicked some dirt up on the fire, and stomped it out, an dpadded ther bog clean of any fire. He then pushed the box as hard as he could, sliding it about 5 feet back, then let out a sigh.
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Post by .Merios on Feb 1, 2008 17:48:31 GMT -5
Rodger quickly made his way to a crate that was on fire. He kicked up a large amount of dirt on it, smothering it. Looking around, he noticed something glimmering out of the corner of his eye. A small red dot appeared on his chest. He quickly dived to the right just as a large crack resounded throughout the warehouse. In mid-air, he withdrew his pistol, cradling it in his right hand and gripping it tightly, landing in a roll, squeezing off four shots in the direction of the glint. Within seconds a figure in the distance falls down with a thud, kicking up dust where it landed. The metallic 'clang' of a firearm soon followed. Rodger quickly stood up and holstered his pistol, clutching his chest in pain.
"You guys will have to finish this. Keep watch for any more enemies. This.. wound will have to be bandaged."
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Post by LTI on Feb 2, 2008 16:30:16 GMT -5
Win hit the deck as soon as he heard the gunshot, covering his head with one hand while reaching for his pistol with the other. By the time he looked up, Rodger had disposed of the threat with extreme prejudice. Win acknowledged his captain's orders and began putting out the fires. He went about his work quietly, pretending none of the outbreak had happened; pretending Umbrella hadn't set up the destruction of the world itself. Those fat corporate bastards didn't care as long as their wallets were lined nicely. For what, though? There was no real point in having money anymore. Not unless there was real society outside the US, or somewhere inside the States. The latter was definitely a stretch. As far as Win knew, there was no hope for civilization in this neck of the woods. He stomped out a smaller fire, and saw no more in his area. Hopefully they could just get the hell out of there.
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Post by Bakuyu on Feb 25, 2008 18:58:00 GMT -5
Ryan ran over to a blanket covering a box, the blanket partley on fire. Ryan ripped it off the box, and stomped it into the ground.
"Hmm..."
He brought the blanket up, then looked from the blanket to the fires. Ryan ran from fire to fire as fast as he could, and tried to douse the fire with the blanket. Most of the fires had been put out on his side. He could feel the blood drip down his forehead, and into his eye.
"Ah.."
Ryan dropped the blanket, and rubbed his eye.
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Post by Bakuyu on Jun 3, 2008 16:58:36 GMT -5
(It's probley useless, but i'll trying jumping it.)
The wound on his hand still looked fresh. It was actually starting to bleed. But why was it taking so long? Jack turned within hours, it had been days. Ryan got some cold chills down his spine again, his eyes were blood shot red, and he was feeling light headed. He grabbed his hand, and held it tightly with the cloth, trying to stop the bleeding once mpre.
His knee suddenly gave out on him, he fell to the floor, making no attempt to catch himself.
"Win..." Was all he managed to say, before coughing up blood. The pain in his stomach became unbearable, Ryan bit on his tounge seeking comfort in more pain. He began bleeding out of the mouth. He clawed at the ground, then let out a moving scream, that shook the very hearts of the others. The scream of undefinable pain and suffering. His eyes fixed on nothing, all of what seemed to once be a young man vanished in his eyes.
He lay still for a moment... He twitched, and twitched again, and was silent once more.
A low moan escaped from his stomach out of his mouth. Blood dripped from his open mouth onto the floor. And a tear ran down his cheek, into the puddle of blood. With a large sigh of relief.
Silence once more...
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Post by .Merios on Jun 6, 2008 11:59:21 GMT -5
Rodger looked towards Ryan as he fell to the ground, writhing in pain. His cries echoed throughout the area- and within his own mind. Another friend, suffering through the pain of being infected. He shook his head and ran over to him, skidding sideways and sliding next to him. L's arms shot out around the man's midsection, lifting him up to his lap and shaking him a bit. His right arm was underneath the man's body, and his left arm was moving towards his head. He moved his index and middle finger to the side of the man's neck and put them there for a moment, applying pressure, checking for a pulse.
"Win, the fire's under control now.. But I fear we may have lost a friend.."
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Post by LTI on Jun 9, 2008 14:30:14 GMT -5
Win heard Ryan's weak call and turned with a small grin on his face. "What do you- oh," he mumbled, the grin fading away. "Oh damn," he said, finishing the thought. He put his hand up to his mouth, gasping quietly. It couldn't be. Ryan was dead? But how? He had been infected. How didn't I know? Win thought. Rodger held Ryan in his arms, checking for a pulse. Win knew it was futile. He drew his pistol and aimed it at Ryan's head, just waiting to pull the trigger. He looked at Rodger and said, "L, step away from Ryan. We need to be sure he won't come back and come after us." His voice was steady, but his hand quivered, showing Win's hesitation. Win knew it was what had to be done, but he didn't know if he could do it.
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Post by .Merios on Jun 9, 2008 14:46:58 GMT -5
(This means you guys, who ever is not with Me, LTI, and Bakuyu. Come rp again.)
"No.. "
L set the body down and his right hand moved to Win's gun, pressing on the top of it.
"Give it a little bit..Don't shoot until you know for a fact he's changed.. "
Rodger looked at him one more time and winced, turning around and heading outside, sliding open the doors to reveal sunlight into the dark corridors. He turned towards the convoy.
"EVERYBODY! It's clear! I'll need the men to come help out and the women to prep the storage!"
He turned and walked back to Ryan and Win. He put his hand on Win's shoulder.
"Move him out back and wait there.. We won't leave for a while."
His eyes locked with Wins, and he didn't need to say anything else. His darkened eyes said it all. Rodger turned away and headed towards a nearby wooden crate of canned goods and his hands slid underneath, heaving it into his arms.
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Post by Bakuyu on Jun 9, 2008 15:30:30 GMT -5
His pulse was weak, and his body grew colder, he was mumbling something. The blank stare in his eyes, looked as if was looking at something in the distance, beyond the walls of the warehouse. His mouth was open slightly, the blood was starting to dry up. There was another large sigh. Suddenly his pulse jumped. His veins and arteries became very apparent along his neck and arms. His breathing remained weak. His core temperature was rising to a dangerous level, 104 F. His whole body began sweating, and his complection was returning.
His body was fighting it, it was a horriffic pleasure to have your body beable to accept the virus, but the process, and the internal changes that it brought with it made you wish you were dead. Ryan went into shock, and began to shake uncontrolably. Ryan clawed at the ground again.
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Post by LTI on Jun 9, 2008 16:34:35 GMT -5
Win turned and watched Rodger for a moment, then turned to see Ryan writhing on the ground again. It took every bit of strength he had to keep himself from shooting Ryan. It was clear that he wasn't yet a zombie. "Son of a... Hey! L! Rodger he's... uh... alive!" Win shouted back, not knowing what to do at the moment. The man watched his comrade's convulsion with curiosity. He wasn't sure what was going on but it didn't appear to be a pleasant experience. Win just hoped Ryan would be alright.
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Post by thegunny on Jun 13, 2008 21:54:59 GMT -5
Terry hears something.... like.. engines...gunfire. He hadn't heard engines since he was with the group of bikers that he had attached himself to roaming the high way. Engines... that meant humans. Gunfire meant humans too. But were they good humans? Where they desperate? Would they shoot him and take the warehouse and food? Would they let him tag along like the bikers did, in some side car? Terry's grip on the Marlin 1895 .45/70 magnum lever action rifle tightened. He'd never had to shoot a human with it before. He'd gone hunting before, thats about it. He was never a cop,he was never in the military. He had only shot animals or targets with it. Terry takes a deep breath as he thought endlessly about what these people might do. His mind kept coming back to the same thing over and over again. He won't know from down here. He was going to have to find out... and that always had risks to it... Terry stands up and climbs up the ladder, unlatching the hatch and then opening it up a sliver, millimeter by millimeter, finally having it open enough to glance all around at his left and his right and ahead of him with his eyes. His .45/70 was strapped to his back since he was holding himself up by holding onto the ladder. If the humans weren't friendly, he would slam the hatch down, latch it, and whip out his Marlin and watch the hatch. Thats all he could do, for now.
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Post by Biohazardous. on Jun 14, 2008 8:25:12 GMT -5
Nadine was sat outside on the hood of the van. She chewed on her lip in a bored manner until she heard L call out. Sliding from the hood of the van to the dirt, Nadine kept ahold of her sniper as she made her way over to the warehouse, swinging the gun at her side and humming cheerfully. "It's about time I get to do something!" She gave a little chuckle and then grimaced. From all the gunshots she had heard in there, God only knew what she was going to see. Despite having eaten little, she had been cursed with the gift of a weak stomach and, knwoing her luck, there'd be a mess everywhere and she'd introduce everyone to her pathetic little lunch she had already eaten.
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Post by .Merios on Jun 14, 2008 12:46:43 GMT -5
L noticed Nadine walk back inside. He walked past her, giving her a satisfied glance as his arms held the heavy box. His feet finally touched sand and earth again as he made his way back out to the convoy. His eyes scanned the horizon as he handed the box to one of the rag-tag male teenagers who accepted the crate and set it into the back of the truck. It was going to rain. The clouds above were starting to show signs of wear and darkness.
"I need a medic to the warehouse. Three of us are injured, including myself. It's not fatal, but it could cause infection"
Rodger wasn't worried about himself- hell, he probably had a resolve stronger than a mule and he had to save face and show no pain to be able to lead the convoy the best he could- he can't show any weakness. As he headed back into the door leading to the warehouse, he noticed out of the corner of his eye, the hatch in the back slightly ajar. He raised his right eyebrow.
"Hey, if you're going to watch- grab a box or two. We could use another hand" L said, heaving a box of 9mm ammunition into his arms.
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