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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 18, 2008 0:38:37 GMT -5
Information: This is the more popular piece of transport than the monorail system is seeing as it is cheaper, accesses a lot more areas, and moves about the city much faster. Not the most practical at the moment however, the zombie plague seems to have found its way down here as well.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 19, 2009 1:40:17 GMT -5
[Cyrus and Abby have entered the subway]
Cyrus had been runing around the city in an attempt to find food and water. He was desperately in search not really for himself, but more for his daughter. She hadn't eaten in nearly a day and she was already sad, terrified, and fussy. Being hungry was just the icing on the cake.
Unfotunately he and herself had been chased into the subway. No thanks to the local Chicago Zoo. There'd been a group of psyhcopaths zooming around on pick up trucks shooting their heads off. A buncha rednecks with shotguns and in a free for all was something he didn't really expect to find in Chicago.
Interestingly enough, he spotted their plates. They hadn't been from there. Either way, they were spotted and tried to shoot at him and take his little girl. That is, until he was forced to retreat inorder to protect his daughter thoroughly. Sadly, they ended up inside the subway district, trying to locate another exit to avoid those bastards.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Oct 19, 2009 2:48:54 GMT -5
"Gad dayum, this aint what I would call a convient means of transportation on any level. Those bit*ches are all over the place. Brother forced to be stuck down here in this sh*tholes subway." Vincent mumbled to himself, crossing over a large area of decaying bodies. They smelled terrible, and would definitly be getting his shoes dirty. But there was no noise down in this dark place, meaning he was safe from the infected above ground. The only ones down here would be starving, slow moving anirexic one.
Moving intro a stray subcar car, Vincent walked slowely through the long steel floor, keeping his hand on his .357 incase anything got the jump on him. But by the time he got to the doorway to the second car, he heard moving come from the entrance away. Sneaking out the back, Vincent moved around the side, taking cover, and peeking out to see what made the noise. Hearing the footsteps in the dark, he held his arm out, and fired a round toward the movment, but only heard it hit the wall. Aaware that it was two humans, he taunted out loudly. "Come tussle with me, zombie b*tch!"
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 19, 2009 2:58:17 GMT -5
Cyrus could make out some shuffling and upon hearing a gunshot sound off, he quickly dove to the side, tackling his daughter with him and keeping her safe in his arms. He heard the shot hit something hard, possibly the wall. He glared and looked down at his daughter who was screaming and crying.
"What was that, daddy?!" she yelled in her little trembling voice. Cyrus glanced around and saw a figure's sihlouette hide behind the subway car. One of those psychos must've followed them in.
"Listen you sick f**k my daughter's only 8 years old! You're not getting your f**king hands on her! I'll kill you first!" he yelled, pushing up against the wall and moving Abby beside him, further away from the wall's edge. It was unusual for Cyrus to speak in that tone or way.
He never said things like that before and he certainly wasn't a loud person. He kept to himself, but with those perverts after his tiny tot, he wasn't gona take s*** from anyone.
Pulling out his handgun, he quickly looked around the corner and sent off two shots, one hitting the car and the other hitting the brick wall.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Oct 20, 2009 2:36:48 GMT -5
Vincent nearly tripped when he heard the voices yell back to him, they were alive! Lowering his gun, he stepped out from behind the car, but still in the darkness. After the man had fired off two round, one just missing his foot, Vincent had gotten a little jumpy and leaped out in shock. "Dont trippin, dawg! I thought you were one of them zombie motherf*ckers, man, dayum!" Stepping into the light that shown onto the station floor, Vincent climbed up and then put his .357 away.
He looked at the little girl, who was nearly scared to death, and gave her and the man an unfriendly smile. "Well, names Vincent Leone... Coulda been swiss cheese, pops. I didnt know ya a** there, swear it..." But before he could respond, there was a noise coming from down the tunnel. Quickly drawing his .357 back out, Vincent looked back at the girl, and then to the man. "Ill go check this sh*t out, you keep her safe. Get in the subway car, and shut the door."
As Vincent moved down the tunnel, he heard the door close in the distance behind him. Turning across the tracks, he heard shuffles coming from the stairwell, moving down closer to the tracks. As he backed away, he could hear them moaning now, the infected were coming close. Vincent ran back to the car, and then banged on the window, pointing to the next car for the man and little girl inside. He jumped, and climbed onto the roof, walking to the next car roof and opened the hatch. After jumping down, he ran to the front controles, and spoke to the man. "Help me get this b*tch going, the emergency breaks are at the back, gotta release em, first!"
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 20, 2009 14:58:33 GMT -5
When he heard the man talk, Cyrus was more than certain it wasn't one of those redneck bastards out there. When the man put himself into view, Cyrus slightly did so as well, confident enough to believe if he was shot at, he could easily just hide behind the wall again. But there were no shots or signs of violence anymore.
Before he could say anything, he was quickly rushed into the subway when the sounds of steps and moaning could be heard down the dark tunnel as well as the sound of a dor closing behind them. The father growled a little and picked his daughter up, rushing into the cart and running towards another.
"Don't worry Abby, we're gonna be alright," Cyrus assured his little girl as the sounds above the roof began to echo away. When the little girl and himself had made it into another cart, there was a hard slam against the window. Jumping slightly, Cyrus snapped his head to the right and saw three zombies pushing up against it, pounding on it.
Abby screamed loudly and hid her face in her father's shirt. Cyrus held onto her and glared at the undead before pulling his daughter away and crouching down to eye level. "Abby, I want you to hide beneath the seat, alright?"
"B-But I don--"
"Abby! Listen to me! Hide under the seat until I say to come out!"
The little girl nodded eagerly and crawled under the seat, trying to hold back her terrified sobs. Suddenly shots rung in the station, forcing Cyrus to take cover and glance back up as he saw bullets rip through the foreheads of the zombies. Blood splattered against the newly cracked window.
"Yeeehawww!"
"Whoo! Ain't that a b*tch? I've been down 'ere for awhile lookin fer them sonsab*tches and all I get are f**kin three zombies?!"
"It don't matter, man! That old man and his brat ain the subway! We can hunt them!"
Cyrus felt his eye twitching rapidly. "I'm not an old man," he grumbled. He listened intently as he heard them chatting. Carefully looking up, he saw there were only five out of the sixteen men here. The other eleven must be up above looking for them. All because they wanted his daughter. The sick bastards.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Oct 21, 2009 1:03:55 GMT -5
Vincent ducked when he heard the shooting and yelling, but it wasnt the man nor his daughter, that much was certain. Before getting settled, he had taken out his sniper rifle, and listened to them speak. They were talking about the survivors in the train. Holding the rifle now against the seat, he aimed toward one of the men in the light, and then pulled the trigger. A loud gunshot filled the whole car, and the sound of glass shattered an opening in the window. One of the men dropped dead, as the other four began shooting around randomly, not even thinking about the car.
But Vincent was still hidden in the back of the car, in the darkness. Firing off more rounds, two shredded another man to the ground, but the other three went out of his sight. Putting away the rifle, and hearing the rednecks swearing like mad, Vincent ducked down out of sight, and looked at the man in the subway car. "Should I go out, or you?"
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 21, 2009 1:09:44 GMT -5
Cyrus gritted his teeth and pulled his side arm out. Carefully making his way to the platform, he grumbled out a "I'll go." As the father exited, he stood up, but stayed low enough to keep from being seen. He pressed his back agains tone of the station walls as he heard footsteps clammering up the stairs. Swirving around, he took potshots at the man above, only to hit him in the arm and another in the leg.
"Sonuva f**kin' b*tch!" the redneck hissed, limping and trying to get away. Cyrus was going to finish the bastard off when he heard shots ring off, forcing a bullet through Cyrus' left arm. Cyrus nearly screamed out as he graspd onto his wounded arm. He could still move it but it was burning like crazy.
"Nngh! Shoot..."
Raising his right arm up, he sent off another shot at the attacker and then another, then another until finally the man was struck in the back and went falling over onto the tracks, hollering out cursewords.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Oct 21, 2009 3:26:27 GMT -5
Once Vincent heard the man outside hell in pain, he reassured the little girl to stay under the seat, and that he promised he would help. He was never good with kids, but this seemed to stick, it was the best he could do. Moving out the back of the train car, he saw the man holding his arm, he wouldnt be able to shoot accurately enough to finish off the men. "Lemme handle these fools before they go blastin on us anymore!"
With an angry look, Vincent moved forward, seeing two men now moving down the tracks some. One of them was wounded, as the other helped him manuver. Now gaining closer, Vincent threw them both onto the tracks from his positon, and jumped down himsef. Holding the .357 toward one, he didnt hesitate to fire at his face. The last one had gotten to his feet, but his weapon was nowhere to be seen. He had a shocked and worried expression on his face, hoping that Vincent would give him mercy.
Vincent grew closer, and pointed his magnum toward the man, and the spoke out loudly. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."
With that, Vincent pulled the trigger of his heavy .375 magnum, but heard a click as all six rounds had been spent already. The redneck had yelled out, and ran down the tracks with his life still in tact. However, the sound of the undead could be heard, and the man would soon find himself overrun by them later down the tracks. Vincent went back to the car, and kicked off the emergency breaks in the back, then climbed back up into the front. "Lets roll..."
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 21, 2009 13:50:51 GMT -5
Cyrus had found his way back inside the subway cart with his daughter, he rolled up his sleeve and sighed with relief when he saw the bullet only grazed his skin, leaving a painful opened gash. Moving it still ached, however. When the cart began to move, he pressed his back against the wall and slid down it.
The little girl finally came scurrying out from her hiding place and crawled over to her father, hugging him worriedly. "Are you okay, daddy?" she asked, her big brown eyes filled with concern. The child didn't know any better, so she assumed he was possibly dying.
"Please don't die, daddy!" she sobbed.
Cyrus looked down at the small girl and chuckled a little, ruffling her hair with his good arm. "I'm not dying, sweetheart. Just...ngh...just in alot of pain. I'll be fine," he reassured her. Looking up and over at Vincent he nodded at him a little.
"Thank you," he told him.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Oct 23, 2009 1:21:44 GMT -5
Vincent turned his head around to look over his shoulder, and then spoke out in a quiet tone. "Anytime, brutha..." He was glad to help out the man, aswell as the little girl. By the time the car was going up to full speed, he moved away from the front, and then sat down in the seat across from the wounded man. Looking at his arm, Vincent wouldnt help but notice that even thought it wasnt a deep wound, it was bleeding pretty bad.
There was nothing he had to put on it, either. No bandages, no alcohol, nothing. The the man looked to be handling it very well, well enough to hold out until they did get their hands on medical supplise for him. However, this car was a small one, so they were guarentee a nice, relaxing ride to the next station. Even he himself hadnt paid attention to the terminal they were leaving, so Vincent could be going anywhere. "Yo, once we hit the next terminal, I say we hit up the nearest hospital and get you some medical sh*t..."
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 23, 2009 15:06:06 GMT -5
Cyrus held onto his arm tightly, trying to apply as much pressure onto the wound as he could. Looking back over at the man who mentioned the hospital, he nodded. "Yeah, seems like a good idea," he said in a deep and raspy voice.
He looked back down at his daughter who'd been sniffling and wiping at her eyes. That is, until she looked over at the other man as well and smiled weakly. "Thank you, very much, mister," she told him, sincerely. The child was young, but she knew when to say thank you.
Cyrus smiled at his daughter and then looked back at the man. "The name's Cyrus. And yours?" he asked.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Oct 24, 2009 2:27:56 GMT -5
As the man Cyrus and the little girl spoke, Vincent was busy hand loading bullets into his .357 magnum, fishing each out of his shirt pocket. While focusing on his gun, he grinned and spoke out. "Vincent... Vincent Leone... Cute kid." He spoke, lifting his head and rotating the cylander before quickly snapping it into place with a professional whip back. Then putting it into his holster, Vincent grabbed his rifle, and began to hand load the missing rounds in the magazine.
There wasnt really much to talk about, but being it was safe to do so her, he took all the time in the world to reload. As he done this, Vincent adjusted his scope by aiming down the car toward the destination light. As he focused in, he noticed it was lit up, and B738 was lit up clearly. Lowing the gun, he inserted the magazine, and then spoke out. "B738... Hell is that takin us?"
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 24, 2009 2:50:47 GMT -5
Cyrus had pressed on the Eject button of his gun, the magazine sliding out of it. He had less than four bullets left, he'd have to make them count. Slamming the magazine back in, he shook his head and shrugged. "Dunno. I've never been on the subway here before," he replied, holstering his weapon.
He stood up and held onto the seats as he walked by, wincing at the strain on his wound. The man made his way over to the first cart's door and found a route map. He scanned the piece of paper posted on the walls until he found B738. He raised an eyebrow and grunted.
"Looks like we're headed downtown."
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Oct 25, 2009 2:51:09 GMT -5
"Downtown from this stop? S*iiit! Thats taking us to the dock area. Nearest terminal, anyway. Maybe we can grab some luck while were at it, if thats in our boat..." Vincent chucked once to himself at the pun. Finding a boat that works would be a good means of transportation. There wouldnt be any infected on the lake, they could have the peace and quiet, aswell as make a plan to get somewheres even safer.
Vincent stood up from the seat, and strapped the rifle onto his side before moving to the front of the car. Checking the controls, he made sure the subway would stop at the terminal, but then stop its routine. He wasnt really sure what he was doing, but it didnt seem very difficult to control. Turning back to the Cyrus, Vincent asked him a question. "Say we get a boat, man... You got any ideas where we could hit up first?"
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