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Post by brutus on Apr 12, 2010 21:44:39 GMT -5
The four hurry out through the front doors; Tabitha is being half led, half carried by Sam. Not only can she not see, but she is clearly past the point of exhaustion.
A single zombie stands by the car. In a display of marksmanship very much unlike him, Tom aims and fires, decapitating it. They all clamber aboard, with Sam taking the driver's seat.
"Let's start driving." Jack tells him "we can work out a destination as we drive."
Sam, Tabitha, Tyler, and Jack exit the Fallout Shelter ____________________________ OoC: Whoever posts next, just drop us any highway or "safe" place it might make sense for us to be.
The truth is, I may be temporarily retiring Jack to focus a bit more attention on my other character so I don't feel okay shaping the direction of the group.
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Post by Winters on Oct 20, 2012 20:37:44 GMT -5
"So, what are we doing here again? Seems like a waste of time to be in Raccoon City at this point, unless you had a cute date with the zombies and monsters. Which I wouldnt appreciate, by the way..." Damian was getting irritated being down here. There wasnt anybody alive down here but them, and that made him even more annoyed. "Oh come on, Damian. You said youd help me." The brunette spoke out. Madison checked around the darker corners of the large room, holding a flashlight in her left hand and a pistol in her right.
"Yeah, but I didnt agree to not complain, babe. You know me. Just tired of not killing anything. Its been a long time, too long. I dont expect to find anybody down here, thats for sure. Especially not your guy."
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Post by Dark Nomad on Oct 20, 2012 21:11:50 GMT -5
John rode his bike through the city. Word from his last employer was that there was a fallout shelter full of canned goods ripe for the taking so long as he could open the big bolted doors. He knew where to get a forklift and if that didn't cut it then there was a stream roller at a nearby construction site. It became pretty obvious which was the fallout shelter when he pulled up to large, iron, blood smeared, double doors. He got off his bike and grabbed his crossbow and rifle. He checked his surroundings as he approached the doors. His glass half full thought process hoped that the doors were just closed and unchecked.
He tried pushing the doors but it didn't budge. "Damn it to hell." he said as he kicked the door. A loud thud echoed through the streets as the door started to lean his direction. He took a dozen quick steps as the door fell with an ungodly loud bang. He winded as he took cover behind a car waiting for a herd of walkers to come his way. The smell from the shelter was ungodly as well but he was worrying about one thing at a time.
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Post by Winters on Oct 21, 2012 2:15:04 GMT -5
"So what, we find this friend of yours, and then he takes us back to wherever the hell he just so happens to be holed up? Then what? You do have a plan, right? Your not just taking me along for the company?" Madison stopped and looked at Damian. She didnt speak, only quickly punched him in the chest. It wasnt a violent strike, more playful. "I just wanted you to come with me, that all. What makes you think I need your help?" But the conversation came to a stop then they heard a noise back at the entrance to the fallout shelter. It seemed like the door finally came down, which was a surprise, because Damian was almost certain no walkers followed them, they wouldnt have a reason to break it down.
"You stay here, ill check it out." And that wasnt a request, it was a demand, by the sound of his voice. Damian bolted off in the direction of the entrance, his knife in hand. If he had to fight any of them, he wanted to make sure that his large hunting knife was ready to go. Back on the main level, he seen the sunlight edging through the door, and it was clearly that it had be broken open. But there wasnt any signs of infected around, and no other BOW either. Running outside, he looked down the street, and seen the large herd of walkers. Just as fast as he went out, he dipped back in, keeping cover. One or two? No problem. Three or four? A fight. But with that many of them, it was suicide, even for him.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Oct 21, 2012 13:47:02 GMT -5
The herd numbered around fifty. It wasn't the biggest herd he had ever seen but still a deadly amount. The sight of an eighteen wheeler showed hope. He kept his head down as he stalked between the cars. He reached the cab and climbed in. It's height kept the walkers from looking in. Luckily enough for him no lights or noises went off as he climbed in. John ducked down and waited for the worst. A bump on the door as one walked by. After a while he poked his head up and peaked out the windshield. The lone walker trying to keep up with the herd passed by without seeing him.
John climbed from the truck and headed for the shelter. As he got near the door he saw the source of the smell. A few dozen bodies had been torn apart and littered the main area. He could see some lights on farther in and wondered why there was power here and if someone or something was inside.
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Post by Winters on Oct 21, 2012 17:43:22 GMT -5
As the walkers all finally made their way across the streets, they finally werent near the shelter, making it safe again. But now it meant that any dealings would be done using hand to hand, as any firearms would just attract it right back here. Damian knew it was their fault they herd even came through this way, but they were gone now, and wouldnt come back so long as they kept the noise minimal.
It was then that he seen the survivor, who just so happen to come in very quickly, passing by Damian without even knowing. The entrance area was so dark it was impossible to see anything either way, but the moment a light was turned on, his position would be given away in a heartbeat. So he figured that he would do the honors of an introduction. Flicking on a lighter that was in his back pocket, Damian spoke out from the dimly lit corner. "Dont see too many people traveling alone anymore, especially around Raccoon City. Whats your aim, stranger?" Of course, he didnt expect a response, or at least an honest one. If he did draw a gun, hopefully he would be smart enough not to shoot, that would just be sealing his own death. But if he was in the mood for some hand to hand fighting, then things would escalate very quickly.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Oct 22, 2012 8:11:46 GMT -5
John spun around and raised his crossbow to meet the stranger. "I don't like people sneaking up on me, now." His aim was true but after a second John lowered the crossbow a little. The man could have attacked his from behind ending him in seconds but instead revealed himself.
John decided to answer his question despite the fact that it was none of this guy's business. "My aim? Well that's an easy one. Survival. Ain't that everyone's aim, 'less your twisted of course. Though I heard this place was sealed shut and that all of it's canned goods were just waiting to be picked up. How'd you get in here anyways?"
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Post by Winters on Oct 22, 2012 23:46:43 GMT -5
Survival was key, thats for sure. But anybody who came back to Raccoon City mustve had another goal. This place was abandoned for years and years, nobody left but the people who came back. His own aim wasnt exactly clear, but hopefully would make more sense once Madison and Damian found the person they were looking for. Either way, he had a good feeling about this guy, not a crazy bone in his body. With the crossbow, it was a good weapon, quiet and deadly, plus you could recycle the bolts. A nice tool, if distance was needed. "Sewers. Thats a fine weapon you got there, suits you nice..." It wasnt like he was dodging the question, Damian just wanted to keep the chitchat minimal. He wasnt much for talking.
"Damian, what the hell? Who are you talking to?" Madison called out from down the stairs. This would be good. The girl wasnt up for meeting anybody new, her trust issues always got the better of her. But if they were going to search for her friend in this place, then maybe sticking with the newcomer is a good idea. "That would be my, ahem, girlfriend. Same place, same time, might as well tag along. Were not looking for food, so whatever we find, you can have. Just keep your eye open for any other survivors down here, this place is pretty big." Madison finally got to the top of the stairs just in time to hear the two talking about the survivor tagging along. She didnt like it, but so long as Damian was around, things would be fine, she was sure of it. "Good to see you getting along with somebody." Damian knew exactly what she meant.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Oct 23, 2012 9:44:40 GMT -5
Sewers? He hadn't thought of that but his hatred for closed spaces meant he wouldn't have gone that way if he had. When a female voice came from down a flight of stairs he turned to see who it was, he saw a pretty girl who looked to be in her mid 20s. He turned back to face the man as he spoke to John.
"She's cute how long you...know what? Ain't none of my business. Name's John by the way. You know what though, I can only carry so much and if there is as much as they say there is, then help yourself too."
John had a glance around the main area. It was huge and covered in gore. He wondered if they had checked to make sure there was nothing else lurking about. "We should make sure this place isn't home to anything hostile. God only knows what the hell did this." he said motioning to what was around them.
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Post by Winters on Oct 24, 2012 0:51:05 GMT -5
Damian respected the man steering clear of his and Madisons business, it was nice to see somebody who actually had a little bit o respect left alive. Most of the ones still kicking didnt give a damn about anybody but themselves. As for the supplies issue, well then maybe it was better if they did take some, but how they would carry it is another story. Lugging around a garbage bag isnt exactly the best choice, but there didnt seen to be an backpack around. So for now, it was searching for their guy, not supplies. John could come with, something told him that the man had a very keen sense of survival.
"Whatever was down here is probably a lot stronger then the walkers above ground. Anything living down here must be getting food somehow, probably been feeding on whatever survivors do find this place. Either that or, nah that must be it." Madison had the crazy idea that maybe Raccoon City had been used as a testing ground for Tricell or whoever else is still holding BOWs. Something was feeding it, the fact that anything can still be alive in this city proves that. Its been years since they firebombed it out, and still infected roams? Anybody questioning that would be smart. "Your right, lets go kill it." Obviously, Damian was joking. Or was he? Madison looked at him, and then responded. "Yeah, um, lets keep our eyes peeled. How about you lead, John."
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Post by Dark Nomad on Oct 24, 2012 12:00:54 GMT -5
John lead on ahead crossbow aimed ahead. He was silent, checking around each corner as they came to it. John didn't want or need a flashlight since it would give them away to something hiding in the dark. He moved slowly to allow his eyes to adjust whenever they moved from light to dark and back again. After a few minutes of searching a half dozen walkers, skinny from lack of food stood in a room. They didn't hear the group.
John took out his machete and motioned to Damian to follow. John entered the room and took aim. He would take down three and Damian would get the other three. His crossbow hit one right in the eye as it looked their way. A swift kick knocked down another as he sunk the machete into the skull of the second. Leaving the machete where he stuck it, he unsheathed his hunting knife and stabbed the one who had been knocked down in the forehead. He turned to see the work of Damian as he recollected his gear and reloaded his crossbow.
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Post by Winters on Oct 24, 2012 12:51:35 GMT -5
Madison had been keeping an eye on her boyfriend the entire time. When they came across the small group of walkers, she looked at him with courage in her eyes. She considered this a test for him, it really has been a long time since he was put into a situation like this. The both of them, thinking about it now. Madison did have her handgun out, just in case things did go sour. She would much rather letting off a round then anybody getting bitten, close quarters attacks on the walkers was always taking a risk.
Damian wait for John to start taking out the infected survivors, and then shook his head, looking at Madison. As the first walked close to him, he drove the knife up through his head, and then spun around to put the blade into another ones eye socket. The third he kicked to the ground in front of him, and with a quick stomp from his heel, its brains caved onto the floor. Seeing John dispatch his own handful of the monsters, Damian looked at the bodies, checked the area for a second, and then looked over at him. "Its the little things in life, you know?"
Madison moved closer, and then put her arm around Damian, speaking back to him. "Yep, nothing for me to worry about, you took care of it. You too, John." It was a little strange, but this new survivor was just the kind of person they were looking for. Even if it wasnt her friend, the experience he had would be just as good. Still, giving up the search and settling for John would defeat the purpose of coming all the way to Raccoon City. It was survival tactics that Madison was looking for, it was something more important then that.
But just then, there was a noise coming from deep down the hallway, sounded like footsteps. It was nearly impossible to tell if they were human or walker, definitely not anything else from what she could hear though. Damian stared into the blackness, and after a few seconds, spoke to John specifically. "That sounds like a lot more of them, we still going this way?" Truthfully, Damian didnt care, but he felt it would be good to have somebody else taking point for a change.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Oct 24, 2012 20:07:24 GMT -5
John looked and listened for all of the sounds and those who were creating it. John weighed his options. There were more walkers there then there was in the room. John went over to the doorway and peaked around. There was a large area like a lobby ahead. The area had double doors which opened toward the walkers. If the pantry area was that way he was cutting his losses. The doors were propped open with a door stopper and the locks were on his side of the door. He figured out a plan to lock them away.
"Damian, I have a plan. We lock them in." he said holding up his length of chain and lock.
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Post by Winters on Oct 25, 2012 3:57:31 GMT -5
Seeing the room, the chain, and the large number of infected, the plan was golden. All except for one thing, that is. "So you want me to lure then away from the door while you chain it shut? Can do Scooby Doo." Damian ran forward and toward the room, and at that moment, Madison yelled out lowly, puzzled by his reaction to the plan. "Hey, your not going in there!" But before anything could be done to prevent it, Damian was already inside, and running through the crowd away from the doors. John followed suit with Madison, and together, the both of them stood by the door, waiting for the suicidal, footloose survivor to gather up the infected near the back and back his own way to the door.
Without any warning, a tongue came out from one of the vents, and then a reddish image dashed around the room after Damian. It was too quick to really tell what it was, but from experience, the both of them knew what they were dealing with him. Damian closed the double doors shut, and then spoke through the steel, just barely making himself audible with all of the moaning. "Youll never hold it shut from that side with these four legged freaks, now chain it up before I change my mind." Madison hanged on the door in disbelief for a second, but then turned to John and spoke out in a more calm tone. "Just do what he says..." Without giving them any other choice, the duo chained the door closed, most likely giving John the sense that this was craziness.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Oct 25, 2012 13:04:56 GMT -5
John's mind went into super speed making his body feel slow. He was not expecting this and had preferred a more quiet approach. John tried to grab him to keep him from killing himself but the fabric of his shirt slipped through his hands. "s***! What the hell is he doing?" John said as he chased after Damian. John saw the flash of red as well and knew what was here. John had killed one before, calling it a licker because of it tongue use. John had gone toe to toe with it and only just survived.
Damian shut the doors behind him and ordered the two to lock it. When Madison agreed he was in disbelief. He did so but recalled a hallway back where they came from that may lead to the lobby area Damian was in. "I will not have your blood on my conscience! I will save you!" he yelled before running back. He didn't care if there were walkers in his path, he shot them as he was running and took the bolt as he ran by. He didn't care if Madison had followed him or not because safe on this side of the doors.
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