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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 18, 2008 0:40:30 GMT -5
Information: A fairly generic district that is running 24/7 with day shift people and night shift people. All of the major stuff is stored here, but next to that are special purchased civilian storage areas for them to put their necessities at. Over all, the area is huge, holding many warehouses in its wake. It may just be the safest location in the whole of Chicago, considering there weren’t a great deal of people here when the outbreak started.
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Tobias Ross
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Post by Tobias Ross on Apr 9, 2009 4:51:57 GMT -5
Driving down the road carefully with the lights off and weaving the vehicle through the abandoned cars on the highway. Going through the warehouse district was his only way to avoid the shambling horde of zombies. He was getting irritated by all the running he had to do, but he wasn't going to risk making things harder for his friends. He still didn't know whether they got out or were still stuck in Chicago like he was. Tobias had nearly been a goner when he went into a gas station to pump some gas into the car while getting food and again when he went into a computer repair store for tools. Things were looking good as he entered the main warehouse area. Not a lot of discarded cars or damages to any of the buildings.
Tobias kept his eyes peeled as he drove. He needed to find a warehouse that looked somewhat defensible. He would need it for only a short time for some repairs and to sleep. With it being nighttime and him exhausted from everything that has happened. To keep awake for a couple of days straight and still think rationally was a miracle in his book. If he could find a nice solid building, he could call it quits for now. With a sigh, Tobias turned down the street and his eyes widened. Someone upstairs loved him. That or Lady Luck was stacking his deck since she screwed him earlier. Right down the road was an open garage door with three solid concrete walls. All he had to do was pull in and shut the door.
Driving carefully to the garage and checking to make sure the area was clear, Tobias backed the police cruiser inside with a satisfied smiled. Grabbing his pistol from the leg holster, he got out of the vehicle and scanned the area one final time before going for the door and manually closing it. He flicked on the heavy duty flashlight and searched for a lock. Since Tobias didn't have a way to keep it closed so he jammed a police baton into the chains to keep them locked down. He grabbed the keys from the engine and popped the trunk. Tobias returned to the driver's seat after grabbing the extra flashlight, bulletproof vest, and the rest of the things from the trunk. Everything could wait until morning.
With a couple hours of sleep and a breakfast consisting of candy bars with chips, Tobias got to work on the radio and police laptop computer. If he was going to escape Chicago, he needed to see if anyone was around. If they were, Tobias would head for them and make sure every person who answered could attempt to flee with him. Opening the radio to all frequencies, he began to broadcast a message.
"TO ALL SURVIVORS! THIS IS A LIVE BROADCAST, NOT A TAPE RECORDING!! IF YOU CAN HEAR THIS MESSAGE, PLEASE FIND A WAY TO RESPOND! I AM WITHIN THE CITY AND WILLING TO TAKE ANY SURVIVORS WITH ME AS I LEAVE! THIS IS BEING BROADCAST ON ALL FREQUENCIES! I AM WITHIN THE WAREHOUSE DISTRICT! IT IS REALITIVELY CLEAR AS FAR AS I HAVE SEEN! PLEASE RESPOND!"
Tobias had the computer up and running, but no signal. He would need to find way to boost its strength. But that would be at a later date. Tobias first needed to escape Chicago. He wasn't going to leave people here to die.
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Post by Scripsi.Scriptum.Fabula on Apr 16, 2009 17:36:39 GMT -5
"Back up: just back up buddy... If you don't, I swear you'll regret coming out of death by shooting you back into it."
Out of luck and out of range to use her tire iron, Alexis squeezed the trigger on one of her handguns and dove into a nearby police cruiser. She slammed the door and revved the engine, ducking away from the backseat just as a zombie tried grabbing her through the grate. Firing another shot into this woman's head, she knew the cruiser was clear as she eased back into the driver's seat. Looking down at the passenger seat as something glittered, she grinned at the small pocketknife lying next to the shotgun. Both had small amounts of blood on them, and looked as if the woman had been trying to use them before her death.
"Well, I do believe I owe Chicago an apology... I believe it isn't as much of a filthy rat-hole as I first thought."
Slipping the pocketknife into the top of her cadet boot, Lexi put her two handguns on the seat next to the shotgun. Putting her tire iron on the seat as well, she blinked as she saw the corner of a small pink bag under the passenger seat. Pulling out the small bag, she opened it and let out a low whistle of appreciation at the contents inside. Seeing more than enough granola bars and non-perishables in the bag with two un-opened bottles of water, she let out a laugh of happiness and relief.
"Oh God, you sly dog you... Is this like sending a girl chocolates and flowers on Valentine's Day? Giving a refugee more supplies she needed? If this is your way of trying to get with me, consider yourself in my friend!"
Lightly tossing the pink bag unto the seat next to her with the weapons she had acquired and found this time around, Alexis turned the keys for the ignition and started up the cruiser. It purred to life enthusiastically as she stepped on the gas, running over the poor sap who she had wasted seconds before getting into the cruiser. She drove slowly after speeding out of the alley, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself amongst the hordes of zombies shambling along downtown Chicago. It was only after a few minutes of driving that a message was heard on the police cruiser's private channel.
"TO ALL SURVIVORS! THIS IS A LIVE BROADCAST, NOT A TAPE RECORDING!! IF YOU CAN HEAR THIS MESSAGE, PLEASE FIND A WAY TO RESPOND! I AM WITHIN THE CITY AND WILLING TO TAKE ANY SURVIVORS WITH ME AS I LEAVE! THIS IS BEING BROADCAST ON ALL FREQUENCIES! I AM WITHIN THE WAREHOUSE DISTRICT! IT IS REALITIVELY CLEAR AS FAR AS I HAVE SEEN! PLEASE RESPOND!"
Almost jerking the wheel and forcing the cruiser into a nearby shoe store, Alexis grinned widely after the static-message had ended. This was her way to leave the city, to find a way to get out of this country! She continued driving, feeling around the dashboard for the walkie-talkie that would connect her to the same frequency the message had been on. Grabbing the walkie-talkie and moving it close to her mouth, Alexis took a deep breath of relief before pressing the button on the side and beginning to speak;
"Copy that. I've got a dead lady in the back of my cruiser, I may want to jump in yours at a rendezvous point within the warehouse district; repeat, rendezvous within the warehouse district. I am alone, I have not seen any other survivors within the area. I have non-perishables and bottled water, and some spare weapons and ammo. My name is Alexis Flamel and I am roughly ten miles from your frequency's position. I'll be there in roughly ten minutes, listen for the tire iron knocking to open your doors. More discussion at the meeting point, hope to see you there, over."
Letting go of the walkie-talkie while pressing down hard on the gas, Alexis was glad for the seat belt as the cruiser jolted into a hundred miles an hour. Ten minutes later she followed the radio signal on the scanner in the police cruiser's dashboard, finding a large building with three concrete walls and a large garage door. Turning off the engine and leaving the keys in the ignition, Alexis un-belted herself from the seat. Hoisting the shotgun unto her back by the strap while putting her guns in their holsters, Alexis grabbed the tire iron and pink bag in her right hand and got out of the cruiser. Slamming the door and walking up to the garage door, she tapped the tire iron against the door and waiting cautiously in front of it.
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Post by Leiaon on Apr 16, 2009 19:13:57 GMT -5
The night still reaked of blood and rotting flesh. The streets were abundant with corpses, with every step his tolerance for the smell grew. As a fisherman learns to accept the smell of fish Leiaon began to ignore the stink of dead flesh. All that mattered was getting out of Chicago and finding a safe place. He had no idea where he was going though. His solitary life hindered his sense of direction. He had no idea how he was going to get out. He thread lightly and cautiously across the open street reaching the alley across from it. He continued to walk at a steady pace, knowing he'd be safer in teh alley-ways than the open streets. One thing came to mind. If he was going to survive he was going to need help. As he emerged from the alley he did so foolishly, he was more focused on his thoughts than actual reality. A bright flash of light stopped him in the middle of the road.
The sudden change of darkness to light was enough to make him shield his brown eyes. That will leave a black spot. Soon after the speeding truck came to a screeching halt inches from his. The voices coming from within the truck were overwhelmed by the heavy metal music erupting from the speakers on it's trunk.
"Hello," The light covered the windshield so he couldn't see who it was. But suddenly the music was lowered and a man stepped out of the passenger seat. He was tall and had an average build. He didn't seem very healthy. Pale skin and long grey hair. "Hey, kid!" The man's strong voice snapped Leiaon to attention, his hands back down as his eyes adapted to the light. He stared into the grey-haired man's pale hazel eyes. His appearance was enough to send shivers down his spine. Leiaon remained facing forward as teh man approached him by the left. He spotted the backpack and smiled. "You wanna ride with us?", the man extended his arm to Leiaon.
At thsi point every bone in hsi body said run. So he did. He quickly turned and continued on down the alley. Unl;eashign the energy saved up inside from walking. He rocketed down the alley, jumping over trash bins and climbing fences. While the strangers revved their truck and sped after him. They crashed through the fences and anything in their way just for that back pack, for any hope of supplies. Leiaon wasn't surprised. Considering what was happening it was to be expected for people to turn on each other. Everyones looking out for number one. "Faster you idiot!" The truck accelerated and nearly ran down it's prey except Leiaon ran out of teh alley and jumped to the left, landing on teh sidewalk watching as they passed him and continued down the next alley. Leiaon struggled to his feet, wiping the coagulated blood from hsi hands. He looked at his feet only to see the puddle of blood led their from the body mere feet from where he stood. At that instant the corpse of his mother returned to haunt his mind once more. He shook it away either way and climbed up a fire excape and inside a small apartment building. He stepped quietly, keeping hsi breath steady and low. The entire room was drenched in blood. "Ugh..." The stench was unimaginable. He had to get out of teh room. It was too much! He ran out, tripping over his own foolish self. "s***." He felt teh cool feel of water dripping down his head but when he touched it there was blood on his hands. He figured it was nothign serious. Just hit his head is all.
A groan and light footsteps jumpstarted him to his feet and out the window once more! He wasn't about to risk a fight with a horde of zombies. Just then a patrol car rushed by. Cops! Who better to help him escape!? He rushed down and after the patrol car. Wherever that cop was going it better be close. Cause at the speed he was going Leiaon wouldn't be able to keep up. Twenty minutes of non-stop running later led him to a warehouse with the police car parked outside and a woman at the front door. "f**k!" Seeing as it wasn't a cop he couldn't just march up there. Not after his little encounter with the heavy metal junkies. He headed up the adjacent building to the roof where he could scout out exactly what was going on. He unpacked his sniper rifle and aimed at the woman, making sure he kept his finger off the trigger. Wouldn't want an accident.
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Tobias Ross
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Post by Tobias Ross on Apr 19, 2009 1:21:55 GMT -5
OOC: The different colored italicized words are the different thoughts and conversations he is having with himself. The non-colored thought pattern is his initial thoughts before the insanity kicks in.
"Copy that. I've got a dead lady in the back of my cruiser, I may want to jump in yours at a rendezvous point within the warehouse district; repeat, rendezvous within the warehouse district. I am alone, I have not seen any other survivors within the area. I have non-perishables and bottled water, and some spare weapons and ammo. My name is Alexis Flamel and I am roughly ten miles from your frequency's position. I'll be there in roughly ten minutes, listen for the tire iron knocking to open your doors. More discussion at the meeting point, hope to see you there, over."
Upon hearing another voice, Tobias felt a sense of hope and fear. For all he knew, the person could be yanking his chain or looking to strip him of all his stuff. Then again it wasn't like he had much that was worthwhile. Sliding a round into the chamber of the shotgun, Tobias positioned himself behind the police cruiser and waited. After a few minutes, he shook his head and rubbed the top of his head through the bandanna. What was hiding behind the cop cruiser going to do when she couldn't get in with the chains locked into place with the police baton. Checking his pistols and locking the safety on, Tobias waited patiently for the female named Alexis Flamel to show.
"I wonder if she knows anything about my friends. Probably doesn't."
Staring off into space, Tobias remembered the promise he made and his friends. In his eyes, they all together were an unstoppable force. Separating to escape was the plan and he hoped they had made it. If he could get out of Chicago, then so could they.
"They made it......They had to have made it out."
Tobias began to bite down on the metal lip piercing as he waited and worried. Things had gone up and down since the outbreak in Chicago. Would his luck hold out or will it finally quit on him was what ran through his mind. Only time would tell. The knock came and broke Tobias from his thoughts as he shook his head, berating himself for wool-gazing. Keeping the gun trained on the door, he walked over to the chains and grasped the police baton. Giving it a tug and it not moving, he chuckled at his thoughtlessness and set the shotgun on the hood of the cruiser.Grabbing a hold of the chain with his other hand, Tobias tugged it down enough to give the baton room to be removed. Pulling it out, he pushed it between his belt and his pants as he yanked down with his full strength on the chain to send the door up.
Tobias leaped for his gun and rolled across the hood of the cruiser to hit the ground as he spun to his feet pointing the shotgun at the opening garage door. As the door flew up, his eyes widened as he looked at the female. There was a tire iron in her hand and she appeared healthy. As far as he could tell, she wasn't infected and was fully rational. Standing up and pointing the shotgun barrel toward the ground, Tobias flashed a genuine smile and extended his hand toward the female in an offer to shake her hand. Only after doing such did he realize how threatening he probably looked with his attire. The woman was gorgeous and her eyes seemed to draw you into them like the most hellish blizzard. The crosses enhanced her look and Tobias had to force his thoughts along the lines of survival first, instincts later.
Wow! She is f**king HOT!
She is. I want to lay her out on the hood and make her scream as we do the horizontal tango.
You are such a chauvinistic pig! Besides, you have no chance getting with a girl like that.
Yeah! Who would want a crazy guy who talks to himself inside his own head? Who wants a person who argues with himself?
Shut up! Remember who owns this body! If you want to survive this, let me do the talking and don't distract me!
Tobias let nothing show of the internal struggle he was facing with his demons and other voices floating around. Being insane was bad enough, letting others find out would either have him killed or locked away at best.
"Name's Tobias Ross. Tobi to friends. We friends?"
Kill her! She is infected and she has a weapon! She wants use you! Kill her before she can!
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Post by Leiaon on Apr 19, 2009 21:14:28 GMT -5
His foot steps were silent as he moved his feet from left to right, getting the perfect vantage point. To the left...can't see inside, to the right...can't see outside. Finally he got to a point where he could easily see the patrol car and the woman, and the man inside the warehouse. His crosshairs focused on the man through the barred windows. He looked him over. He saw his little tumbling act all for what happened to be a woman with a tire-iron. "This guy is really cautious." He spoke under himself. He shifted his sights on the woman and looked her over as well. She seemed pretty normal. Aside from her obvious attractive features, she was a normal female. So far it looked safe. He moved to the edge of teh roof to get a closer look.
A street seperated the building he was on and the warehouse. Leiaon's foot slipped. He turned to his stomach. Without anything to grab on to his hands merely rubbed on the roof and as he fell he felt the soft touch of garbage bags. He stepped out of the garbage bin and made his way across the street and gently placed his back to the wall, handgun in hand and sniper strapped to his back. He stepped quietly, not daring to poke his head out. He stayed on the wall, near the edge where the door was but never right on it. He listened in on the two survivors.
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Post by Scripsi.Scriptum.Fabula on Apr 21, 2009 16:12:43 GMT -5
"This better not be a setup... I've been lead on and left behind too many times during this outbreak to care about another scumbag..."
Alexis was muttering to herself under her breath, her weight leaned a little to her left side in an attempt to wait for the sliding doors of the warehouse to open. It was then that her insecure thoughts manifested in her head again, and she wondered just who this other individual was. Had they been eaten or killed before she had arrived? Was the broadcaster already dead, or possibly dying? Now her thoughts were swarming with suspicion and doubt.
Her nerves were buzzing with worry as she heard something- a chain, maybe? The sound was familiar, like the chain of a shop door being pulled out. She was starting to get even more nervous, as the sudden sound of clanking and a chain being sharply pulled reached her ears. Lexi panicked and jumped back a step on the balls of her feet, the shotgun suddenly raised to the door. She was in a fighting stance, watching the door rise upward with caution and seriousness written on her features.
The first glance of another human since civilization was seconds away, the hair on the back of the woman's neck standing up in fear. Her breath felt like it was knocked out of her, not expecting to see someone her own age, let alone someone who was not a cop, behind the sliding metal garage door. He looked extremely good in the sapphire eyes of Miss Flamel, and she caught the glittering of a facial piercing in the dim lighting. She suddenly felt stupid and flustered, blinking as she noticed that he too was in a fighting position. Slinging the shotgun back unto her shoulder by its' strap, Alexis stood and walked into the warehouse entrance.
Grasping the man's hand firmly in hers, she managed a small smile with her cheeks still pink from her embarrassment. Oh god, he's quite a looker, she thought approvingly, one of her eyes brows raising slightly. Shaking his hand for a brief second, she let go and turned her head back towards the door. Seeing that everything outside looked pretty clear, she turned her face back towards the man again. Her eyes met his for a brief second before she adverted them, looking around the abandoned warehouse.
"Yeah Tobi, we're friends. The name's Alexis, Lexi to friends... Why don't you say you and I bust out of here? I've seen no one friendly for miles, wouldn't want to run into a group of thugs, cornered in a warehouse like this... It'd be a waste of ammo, and an attraction for bad company everywhere. Besides, I can think of a few better places we could go to be alone, zombie-free in some colder climates."
Alexis felt stupid for flirting at a time like this, but when it was the end of the world, no one cared so much about society's petty rules. It was then that the faint sound of something hitting a bag reached her ears, tensing up every muscle in her body and forcing her eyes to dart back towards the door.
"Close the door, and get this cruiser started... We aren't alone anymore."
Whispering so only Tobias could hear her, Alexis turned back towards the door and narrowed her eyes, trying to look out into the darkness beyond. Someone was there and she knew it, but who was the mystery.
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Tobias Ross
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Post by Tobias Ross on Apr 26, 2009 20:40:50 GMT -5
Nodding his head, Tobias moved toward the chain and quietly as he could closed the door. It would make a little bit of noise as the chains clanked together and rode the gears, but it was no where as loud as it had been earlier. With the door shut, Tobias walked back to where he knew the car door was and opened it in the dark. A smile on his face, he turned the lights on as he slide the key in and unlocked the doors. Someone was out there and they were going to learn that they weren't as stealthy as they thought. Turning toward the passenger seat, Tobias shoved everything that he had back into the backpack and placed it on his lap as he replaced the shotgun in its holder.
"Hope you can shoot as good as you can hear. Because we are going to need it."
Tobias whispered to Alexis as he started the cruiser and smiled. His right hand slide over to the dashboard computer and began typing away as he searched for the best route out of the city. It also kept his mind off of her and his eyes off of staring at her. It wasn't time to mess around, even though he wanted to.
What am I thinking?
Yes, what are you thinking? Good question. What are we thinking.
Hahahahaha....... you idiot..
Taking the highways would be faster, but much more dangerous. Then again they are about the only way in or out.
True..And the rest of you shut up... We need to focus on escaping before anything else.... Which highway? s***! I will be chancing our lives.
She said something about colder climates. We could take 90/94 North and toward Milwaukee. That would get us out of Chicago.
All of the while the thoughts were going through his mind, Tobias was typing away bringing up data on the computer as well as a route that would be best for them. One that wouldn't have as much danger to them as the rest would. The route was outlined on the computer and showed their best course. there was a fifty-one percent that the road was clear enough to drive through. That was much better odds than the other roads.
"I am ready to leave when you are, hun. Our best bet is 90/94. I am willing to risk it, how about you?"
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Post by Reaper on Aug 10, 2009 19:50:43 GMT -5
((A.F.D.S Mobil train enter)) As the train slowly pulled up there were several jerks before it came to a scratching halt. Art looked around, before looking out her office window. "Damn it," she grumbled. Moving from her desk she entered out into the communication area. "Who gave the order to stop?" she demanded to know. "Uh- I did," Rio said as she slowly raised her hand like she was in school. She looked down as everyone around her eyed her oddly. "I found some signs of life here, but they disappeared not to long ago." "What did I tell you? I didn't want you to bother with any pest in these cities. there more than rift rafts, and probably nothing but trouble," she scolded. "I- I'm sorry," Rio mumbled as she turned away and looked at her computer. "Well since were here," Art said as she walked up to the speaker. "Agents listen up. Riko, Daniel, and Malcom. Head into the city, and see if we can come across any survivors. You have three hours. Mark your watches and get back," she announced. She then straightened up and looked at Rio. "Go with them, and try following orders," she said before heading back into her office with the door slamming behind her. Rio sighed heavily as she folded up her laptop and put it into a back. She put it over her shoulder, and walked back to their housing quarters. Riko seemed to be getting ready. "I was told to come with," she said lightly. "Are you okay?" he asked as he motioned her out. "I'm fine," she said as she followed him off the train. He sighed and shook his head. "We'll wait for Daniel and Malcom here," he said as he edged toward the end of the train.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Aug 11, 2009 0:03:07 GMT -5
Griffon chuckled as he came to a stop knowing Art would be stirring by now. He might be slightly intimidated by her but a guilty conscience would bother him even more. He then slapped a drum into the tommy gun and got on the radio. "Allright, you guys have been cleared to do a search and rescue mission for a few hours. I see some debri and I have to switch the tracks up ahead so I'm going to stay with the train. I want you to keep it tight. If we lose anyone Art will have my head. Remember, the undead are not your only danger. Any survivors you find are more than likely low life scavangers." He was abobut to put away the mic but then he turned it back on. "Also, if you happen to come across any supplies or currancy feel free to fill up with as much as you can carry." He then put the mic away.
Once done with the announcement he grabbed one of the radios and clipped it on his belt. Once suited up he shut down the train and squeezed through the window dropping down onto the gravel. Resting the weopon on his shoulder he headed in into the train station. As he had expected it hadn't seen activity in years. During the rebuild of the nation, planes were used rather than trains due to better fuel consumtion and less travel interfearence. After looking over the map and scematics he began flipping levers. As he tried to change the tracks he heard an awful grinding noise. Looking at the tracks he noticed a large piece of machinery wedged into the track. "Lovely."
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Post by Mikey on Aug 11, 2009 10:48:31 GMT -5
Daniel hadnt budged from his spot at the table, having resorted to looking for shapes in the scratches on the table top. He was almost releived when the train came to a halt and they were told that they would be going out into the city to make a sweep. He stood up, grabbing his rifle from the bench next to him, and almost jogged to the end of the train. He got to the end car, finding them already there. No Malcolm, though.
"Ready for the fun part, kids?" Daniel asked them, doing a brass check on his rifle, an old habit. No matter how many times you check your weapon, it wasnt ready for a war zone unless it was checked one last time.
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Post by Scorpio on Aug 11, 2009 17:30:43 GMT -5
"This is too risky."
Malcom met the other three at the assembly area at the train end. Checking over his AK, his sword sheathed on his back and PDA clipped to the belt set for a 3 hour timer.
"We're supposed to be backing up our own agent at death valley. Any reason we stopped damn near canada?"
He looked over the group.
"and can the kid take care of herself?"
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Post by Reaper on Aug 11, 2009 19:44:15 GMT -5
Riko growled a little as he looked at Malcom. "Leave Rio to me," he said as he raised his weapon and moved in front of the group. They were in charge, but he still liked to take point. Mostly because he seen what as coming in front, and anything from behind the others would handle giving him enough time to hid Rio if needed, but the girl also knew how to take care of herself if it was needed. He looked back as Rio fell in behind him. Her head kept into the PDA she had found not to long ago. She managed to integrate it with her laptop, so some actions she could access without pulling out her laptop.
"There were signs of life, and it doesn't hurt to look," Rio pointed out as she kept her eyes on her PDA. "Besides there not to far from us. Somewhere within this district. It was probably why i was able to pick them up. Seems like the rest of the city is pretty dead as for power, and any fires left has all but died out," she pointed out. Scrolling threw her PDA. Her eyes scanning it for anything out of the ordinary. "An taking breaks helps keep us on our toes. Don't want you boys slacking up down there in those labs."
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millinniummany3k
Zombie Hunter
Is this what passes for police work around here?
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Post by millinniummany3k on Aug 12, 2009 17:45:39 GMT -5
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Post by JazzBuddah on Aug 13, 2009 0:32:20 GMT -5
OOC: should be fine. Just have one of the members of our team find you in the city. Just have your character be seeking a way out and cornered by zombies or something. It'll give the team something to do and you can join in on our mission.
Griffon scowled as he exited the station room. On the side wall was a crowbar and a few tools. Resting the crowbar on his shoulder he picked up the belt of tools with his other hands. Hopping over the rails he headed over to the blocked rail. After arriving he discovered that a brick had been wedged in between the track tranfer. He sighed and rested his tools on the ground. He recognised the setup. It was obvious that this was a scavengers setup when survivors were stealing salvage from relief materials being transfered across the nation using the rails. He didn't see any crashed cars anywhere close so obviously they were unsuccesful.
Reaching into the belt he pulled out a hammer and got to work pounding on the brick. Slowly but surely he broke it down into smaller crumbs until the blockage was mostly removed. Once completed he kicked away the crumbs and tossed the hammer aside. "The exciting life of the rails. Hmph, I bet the guys have leveld half the city by now. Oh well, guess we all have our jobs. At least I'm not behind a desk like Art." Suddenly he heard an all to familiar sound from far behind him. Turing around he was met with the staggering bodies of five zombies dressed in blue work-suits. He smiled grabbing his mic and the tommy gun. "Rio, I've made contact." Clicking the radio off he then raised his weapon. "How do you cover the smell of rot and blood?" He then cocked the gun. "Gunpowder."
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