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Post by Winters on Apr 15, 2010 1:34:39 GMT -5
Louis drew his small SMG up with one hand, walking though the mall with his own arm extended. The place was too quiet for his liking, the anticipation of the undead made the walk even more freaky. Food, the reason hed come here, hopefully wouldnt be his last stupid idea. Everything was for the most part gone, stolen, or just taken to be more exact with words. He kept his footsteps soft and silent, listening for signs of anything that moved.
Just then, there was a string of shuffling behind him, as Louis turned around with the SMG up to his shoulder, staring at the infected that gazed back at him lifelessly. "Guess I wasnt trying hard enough..." Louis moved into a sprint, now noticing some of the bodys begin to jump up from the floor and move after him. They couldnt catch him, obviously, but he would be cornered if he wasnt careful. Reaching the end of an asle, it was blocked off by a fallen shelf, and he managed to get himself cornered. Climbing onto the top, and fired off three rounds from his magazine, getting the attention of the mall in case there may be other survivors. Maybe they could bait the infected away long enough for him to get out with some food.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 15, 2010 17:27:10 GMT -5
The engine of the truck made hardly any noise at all as it pulled up to the super market. Going so slow it almost coasted, seemingly stopping perfectly in front of the doors. The door opened as quietly as possible, uneasy for the old half ton. Mikey stepped out and reached back for the tire iron on the seat, gripping it tightly as he closed the door of the vehicle without latching it shut. He looked around the street as he moved to the door, seeing nothing. That didn’t mean anything, didn’t mean those things weren’t out there hiding somewhere.
He navigated the barrier in front of the doors fairly easily, stopping just a few feet in and taking a look around. He watched the darkness, he listened for sounds, he even smelled the air for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing to hear or see for now, but he did smell the stink of rotting flesh. It wasn’t quite long enough for dead bodies to start rotting. That meant zombies.
“Fu*k…” He muttered quietly. Hefting the tire iron, he moved over to the line of cash registers. Seemed like the best thing to do was stick to what could be taken from here. Junk food mostly. Candy bars, mini bags of chips, twenty ounce bottles of soda. Not exactly a meal or the healthiest of choices, but he could be in and out in a few minutes. At least that was the plan.
The plan went into a whole new ballpark when he heard gunfire. A quick burst, rapid fire. He set the tire iron on one of the checkout stands and pulled his gun from the holster at the back of his belt. He cocked the hammer on the revolver and aimed ahead, sighing and already thinking it a bad idea as he moved further into the store and looking around. He couldn’t see much more than twenty or so feet away, and he didn’t have a flashlight that would help him see any better.
Already doubting the idea to try and help someone, he stood against the fear he was feeling and pressed into the place.
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Post by Evening in Missoula on Apr 15, 2010 17:45:54 GMT -5
In the middle of shoving a bag of chips into her bag-which she was not happy about, Rebecca HATED chips-she nearly fell over at the sound of gunfire. "Shoot, I thought I was alone in here." She hissed, pushing her hair back out of her face, catching a glimpse of one of the rotting bodies next to her. "Well, besides you, buddy."
Pulling her gun out, she started to walk quickly but cautiously toward the gunfire. Maybe they needed help? They have guns, they don't need my help.. She quickly contradicted herself, but still kept moving. This is such a bad idea..
Without thinking, she turned a corner and was faced with the backs of quite of few of those undead creatures. Good thing their focus was on someone else. Jumping back, she retreated behind the corner quickly, readying her handgun and her head to take out a few of them. With a breath she swung around the corner, taking out a few of the zombies closest to her.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Apr 15, 2010 21:54:39 GMT -5
(Patrick MacManus enters the area)
As Patrick flew down the road going near the large store he heard the faint echo of gun fire but didn't think anything about it until he heard more shots when he was closer to the store. He saw the large truck outside of the store, still open, by the way the lights inside of the truck were still on. He pulled into the parking lot of the store and reached for his assault rifle. He popped out the clip and counted his bullets left. 20 bullets left. He had used so many killing just because he was having fun. He checked the ammo on his pistol. Same amount but it was easier to control with a pistol.
He decided to join the possible fun, climbing through the barricades and seeing the tire iron resting on the counter. He looked at it, then around the store seeing if anyone was there. An odd place for that item, but most things were out of place recently. He moved around the junk food and came across another man there. Still holding his gun but not pointing it at the man who had a gun in his face he said "Would you mind putting that revolver down?"
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Post by Winters on Apr 15, 2010 22:28:12 GMT -5
Louis ducked into cover once the immediate area of infected were gone. Sidling along the wall, he kept his gun drawn at his shoulder, making sure nothing else got in his way. Thats when he heard voices, a man talking to another man. Hiding in the dark shadows of the store, Louis made his way toward the exit without being seen by the people. The last thing he needed was company, anymore survivors that got involved with his own affairs would have to suffer even more because of it. His breathing slowed down to a dull quietness, making sure he wasnt seen or heard by anybody.
Once he reached the exit, Louis noticed a woman nearing where he fired the gun off. Just then, however, one of the infected grabbed him from behind. Louis pryed his hand against its face, making sure it didnt bite him, and in one jerk, he snapped its neck. But hearing the body hit the floor, he knew that the woman definitly heard it, but the other two men that were deeper inside the store might not have. Louis waited for the voices to cool down before continuing, but he noticed the girl was making her way toward his position, and quickly. Whether or not she would follow him out was up to her, but if that was the case, Louis would have to lose her at sometimes down the road.
Leaving the store, he saw a group of infected shamble by him as he ran through the lobby, jumping on top of an escalator to run up to the tower parking zone. Upon making his way into the parking lot, Louis looked behind him to see if the girl was following, but didnt pay much attention after he heard moaning weaving around the cars. There would have to be at least one vehicle he could use to get out, and find another place to get food. Upon reaching a 2005 model Hundai, Louis smashed in the window, reaching in to unlock the door. But his arm was grabbed from a body in the back seat, and he was forced to struggle it off. Ripping himself away, another corpse had piled on top of him pinning him to the ground. Grunting loudly, Louis struggled with the infected, trying to get leverage enough so he could push him off.
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Post by Evening in Missoula on Apr 15, 2010 23:03:04 GMT -5
Making her way through the few zombies left in the isle, wincing with every shot fired, she looks around the cleared area. No one... Rebecca thought with great confusion. If no one's here... where did the gunfire come from? She frowns, preparing to put her gun away as she heard a loud snap, followed by a thump. She turned around, squinting, it was a person! So there he is.. She srunched up her nose and watched him for a moment.
He headed towards the exit and against her better judgment she decided to follow him. Maybe he'd have something she could trade for her granola. "Hey!" She hissed, trying to get his attention. She wiggled her fingers nervously as she continued to follow him. "Heeey!" She hissed again as they headed seemingly into a parking garage, getting no response. She just wanted to ask him about food, sheesh. She was paying more attention to the path than she was to her surroundings though, and didn't hear a ghoul come up from behind her, but she became aware quickly as it grabbed onto her bag. She whipped around quickly and fired three shots, one of them luckily hitting it in the neck, severing the spinal cord. She put a hand to her chest, breathing heavily as the thing dropped to the ground. That was really freekin' close. She thought shakily.
Looking around, she grumbled as she realized she'd lost the man. Then a crashing sound came from somewhere farther into the garage, like glass breaking. She broke into a run in the direction of the sound, gun at the ready, hoping the man was the one who'd broken the glass and not the zombies. She leaned around a SUV, gun aimed ahead. The man was on the ground, struggling with a zombie. She took aim and fired, missing the zombie and hitting the car with her first shot. She grumbled and aimed again, hitting it in the head. He'd better trade trade me SOMETHING for that. She thought, a bit proud she'd gotten such a good shot, even if it was on her second try,
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Post by Winters on Apr 15, 2010 23:25:33 GMT -5
The corpse was hit with a bullet, as Louis pushed it off of him with his knee. Rolling over onto his stomach, he leaped up onto two feet again, and then aimed his own SMG toward the woman who was standing not too far away from him. Seeing that she was only helping out, he lowered the gun, placing it back into his jacket. Opening the cars backdoor, while still keeping an eye on the girl, Louis kicked it hard when the body hung out. The impact shattered the head of the zombie, leaving it to fall out flat on the ground motionless. Still holding open the door, her motioned for the woman come over, and get inside. "Ladies first, princess..."Louis showed now more attention, letting go of the door and jumped in the front drivers seat. Grabbing the keys from the corpse on the ground, he inserted the into the ignition, and then started up the engine. Holding down gas and reverse, Louis let the tires spin before released the once the girl was inside the car. Whipping the vehicle around forward, the backdoor shut from the momentum, and Louis gunned it down the ramp and onto the street. He didnt talk to the girl after that, if she had anything to say, she wouldve said it. But carpooling for the young lady was the least he could do, even if it wasnt part of his personal code. [Louis and Rebecca are now at the Raccoon City Nuclear Power Plant]
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Post by Mikey on Apr 17, 2010 6:28:40 GMT -5
Mikey hadn’t been prepared for the figure coming around the corner. He visibly jumped in surprise, the .357 in his hand swinging over to aim at the figure. After his initial scare, he regained control. His hands didn’t shake as they held the revolver, he didn’t flinch away from the confrontation, and he didn’t try to make a run for it. He did have a firm grip on the handle of the weapon, he did look like he knew how to use it, and he did look like he was lining up a kill shot. Until the figure spoke to him.
“Jesus, man.” He said, letting out the breath he had been holding to steady his aim. He let his hand fall to his side and looked around, realizing he had lost track of his surroundings in the brief ordeal. “You going around trying to get shot?” He said, turning back to Patrick.
“What are you doing here anyway?” He asked, suddenly suspicious of the man. In the last outbreak, his father had instilled in him a constant sense of caution. Be on the lookout for monsters, and be keen around anyone you met. End of the world and all, seemed to bring out the inner psychopath of the most normal of people.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Apr 17, 2010 8:52:03 GMT -5
Patrick looks around then begins to speak. "Well I heard the gun shots while driving by. Thought there was a party, so I decided to join. If you are the only one here, it ain't much of a party bro." Patrick took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. He decided it was best to walk and talk. Standing in one place can lead to an ambush in an undesired location. At least now they could run and gun if they got attacked.
"So, was the shooting you? or do we have a guest?" asked Patrick while they walked through the store looking for items they may need.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 26, 2010 9:30:21 GMT -5
“Naw, wasn’t me doing the shooting.” Mikey said, looking at the cigarette in the mans hand for a few seconds. God, he wanted one… A true display of will power he showed, not reaching into his pocket and pulling out his pack and lighting up then and there. He needed both hands for his gun, at least if he wanted to hit anything. Too bad loud noise didn’t repel zombies. He could do that with his toes.
“I aint heard anything else. If they were still here, there’d be more shots. I’m just here to get some supplies and I’m gone.” Mikey said with a matter-o-fact tone. He wanted to help if he could, but he was also being realistic. Odds were they were gone by now. Or dead… Either way, to keep going was going to get them landed straight into an ambush.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Apr 29, 2010 19:23:07 GMT -5
"Well now that ain't no fun. Why survive in Hell if you can't have any fun?" Asked Patrick, exhaling the smoke from the cigarette. Patrick continued through the store looking for something to kill. Running over the dead only satisfied the want to kill these things for so long. Patrick checked the ammo on his pistol and continued on but stopped to look over his shoulder.
"You coming or what?" asked Patrick waiting for Mikey to come. Handing a cigarette to Mikey "Take it. I saw the way you eyed up this one."
OOC: Sorry for the wait i got a virus on my computer only just got it fixed today.
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Post by Summers on May 7, 2010 15:30:30 GMT -5
[[Oh snap, Kaiser has arrived]]
Quickly releasing one side of the Utility Belt, Kaiser descended from the steel wire and successfully tumbled onto the rooftop of the supermall; the training obviously paid off well. Kaiser quickly reclipped the belt around his waist and looked towards the appartment complex roof and signalled for the other two to follow. However, he wasn't one to wait too long, so headed over the rooftop stairwell and tried to open the door; it wouldn't open. He stpped back and gave the door a big boot to get it to open; the lock would of broken had it been successful, but it wasn't. He examined the door around the rims; he'd noticed that it was airtight; strange for a metal door, coming to the conclusion that it must of been welded shut... pretty stupid for one to weld themselves IN the building.
This wasn't going to stop Kaiser though, of course. Leaning over the side, he saw a bright light emanating from the second story window; it was too bright for it to be supressed by glass windows, knowing it was open. He lifted a leg over the side wall and spun on it, then with both legs over, quickly turned as he free-fell for a brief moment and caught the side of the wall, hanging from it. by swinging his leg slightly, he confirmed the window was indeed open. Quickly he dropped from the ledge, then as he passed by the window, grasped a hold of the window ledge, pulling himself up and through the window.
Looking around, he didn't see a lot; just some shelves with books on them; this must of been the upper book store... well that's what the map on the wall said, anyway. Judging from this he needed to take the elevator to get to the ammunitions store, which is probably out of comission so no point checking it out. However, the alternate route was the west escalator, then north past the general stores. Kaiser decided to take a break for a bit, checking his weaponry for any damage or wear n tear
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Post by Dark Nomad on May 7, 2010 18:05:49 GMT -5
The sound of the helicopter was very alien to Patrick as of late. As it got closer Patrick forgot all about the other guy there and headed for the roof. The helicopter seemed to hover over the mall complex for only a few seconds before moving on. Patrick continued up anyway, taking one of the powered down escalators and heard the kick on the door to the roof. Patrick chased after the thump, ignorant of the layout of the mall, he found the stair case to the roof by accident. After ramming the door with his shoulder once he realized that the door was stuck and not opening for anyone.
Patrick headed back down the stairs hoping to find another way up when he saw the man repel down into the window. Patrick knowing well enough not to just approach guys who repelled into buildings or carried large guns. Patrick looked down at his pistol which remained in his hands. He holstered the pistol in a thigh holster and turned the saftey off of his M16 and snuck up on the man who seemed to be checking his equipment.
As he came around to sneak up behind the stranger, Patrick slung the M16 over his shoulder unholstered the pistol and readied himself. He reached forward, grabbed the man's right shoulder keeping him from moving, and said a single command.
"Show me your hands" Patrick said in a commanding tone.
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Post by Mikey on May 8, 2010 5:33:20 GMT -5
Mikey accepted the cigarette gratefully, the willpower he’d been trying to hold onto moments ago vanishing. He put it in his mouth and lit it with the Zippo lighter from his pocket. He snapped it shut and slipped it in his pocket, then took the first drag. It was like heaven. He hadn’t had one for hours. He’d gotten off work, gone home, almost got eaten by the neighbor, and packed some s*** to leave. No time for a cigarette. Sure, he had an almost full pack in his pocket and six more packs in his bag, but the ease he got this one in his mouth and lit felt like the first cigarette he’d ever enjoyed.
He’d been about to speak when he heard the helicopter overhead. It was hard to miss, the roar of the engine and the blades slicing the air. It was the only sound for blocks. F**k… That meant those things were going to be coming. Soon. He wanted to tell Patrick, but the man was already on his way, pulling out an M16. Holy s***… He hadn’t noticed the assault rifle before. It was slung, and the store was dark right now. It wasn’t long before Patrick made his way through the mall, coming across another man. Maybe the one they’d heard firing earlier, maybe dropped off by the helicopter. Mikey didn’t know. And he was packing some serious s***. Full combat gear, an MP-5. God knew what else. Things were getting heavy. Probably too much for him. He’d just stopped here for food, and he’d run into what looked like two commandos pulled from a movie. Any more of this s*** and he was taking off, f**k the help he could get. Things were getting too out of hand. Next thing one of them would say they were on a mission and needed help. That be just f**king peachy.
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Post by Summers on May 8, 2010 13:59:08 GMT -5
Kaiser breathed heavily as soon as the man had placed his hand on his shoulder; Kaiser wasn't one to allow anyone to touch him, especially in such a conflagrating manner. As soon as Kaiser breathed heavily, he could feel the need to just spin on his ass on the spot and sweep the man from under himself... but that probably wasn't the best course of action; despite how aggressive he could be, Kaiser knew that this time was not the best time to start making enemies... but he couldn't help himself.
"Here." As soon as he said that, Kaiser raised his hand, with a middle finger extended to his approacher; if the man had the gall to demand anything from Kaiser, then he had the gall to play the man for a fool. He lowered his hand, tapping the barrel of his P90. "Now go away; I'm busy... what's wrong with this gun?" He unlocked the barrel from the frame and peeked through it. "Huh, gunpowder blockage..."
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