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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 18, 2008 0:44:27 GMT -5
Information: The Chicago Harbor Lighthouse is an automated active lighthouse, and stands at the end of the northern breakwater protecting the Chicago Harbor, to the east of Navy Pier and the mouth of the Chicago River. The light isn’t active at the moment, due to the light keeper being a zombie.
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Brucey
Zombie Hunter
Do not look to the sky for the birds will get there first...
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Post by Brucey on Dec 11, 2010 1:19:49 GMT -5
With his eyes positioned to look out onto the passing scenery along the road as the truck pulled into the harbor Ashton thought for a moment. "It's really no problem, I like to help." He would say in a kind tone. A smile creeped onto his face as he looked into the reflection of himself in the window, the matching pair seeming something that of a wonderful illusion.
Now at this harbor in the town Ashton had so greatly desired to go to seemed almost like a dream. The scenery behind them passing like a fading memory, and the new ones coming in only to leave once again disappearing into that distance. Even with this place being clearly filled with an infected population he could not help but stare in aw at this place.
This trip was that filled with surprise, action, and friendship. Only now did Ashton fully grasp onto the fact that he was really beginning to like Mike and would do what he could to make sure the two were not separated in any way. Hell Ashton was insane enough to consider killing himself if mike died just to be with him. Though lets hope that choice never has to be made.
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Geoff
Alive
Move one inch at a time.
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Post by Geoff on Feb 28, 2011 0:18:00 GMT -5
"Community, Identity, Stability"
Geoff folded the corner of the page he was on and then closed the book, sighing as he did so. Those three words signified what Chicago needed most. Only two to three months into the re-infection of Chicago and things had gone from bad to worse in a matter of days. No telling what the infection had done to the rest of America, or the world for that matter. Perhaps that's why Geoff had biked all the way out to the Chicago Harbor in search of the lighthouse: to find stability, or some survivors, if anything.
Surprisingly enough, on his way to the Harbor, Geoff had encountered very little infected. The ones he did encounter had felt the pressure of a baseball bat pressing to their temples. What surprised him even more, however, was that he made it out of Chicago alive, though he had already been packed before word got out about the infection. Maybe it was luck. Maybe it was fate. Either way, he thanked both and continued on his way to the lighthouse.
After taking a sip from his canteen, Geoff began to whisper a song found in Brave New World that he had memorized over years of reading: "Bottle of mine, it's you I've always wanted. Bottle of mine, why was I ever decanted? Skies are blue inside of you, the weather's always fine; for there ain't no bottle in all the world like that dear little bottle of mine."
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Geoff
Alive
Move one inch at a time.
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Post by Geoff on Mar 6, 2011 0:37:32 GMT -5
Geoff had made it inside of the lighthouse unscathed. For this he was grateful. He had expected there to be at least some infected resistance along the way. By now Geoff was almost at the top of the lighthouse, slowly making his way up the stairs. "God, Buddha, Allah, whichever one you are. Thanks for the h-" Out of nowhere a large infected male jumped down on top of Geoff and the two tumbled down the stairs. Geoff let out a short yell as the infected nearly bit into his neck. Fortunately, Geoff had put his forearm right against the neck of the infected and managed to make some breathing room. He frantically began to look for his baseball bat and noticed that it lay just a few feet away from his left. Pushing the infected once more, Geoff scrambled for the bat and grabbed it with his right hand just before the infected gripped his left shoulder.
Geoff was back on the ground in the same position as before. Except this time he had a weapon to use. Pushing the infected back off of him, Geoff hopped to his feet and swung upwards at the infected's chin and before the infected could get its bearings back, Geoff followed up with a vicious swing to the right side of its skull. Almost immediately the infected man slumped over against the side of the wall, blood slowly flowing out. Geoff stood a few feet away, breathing heavier than usual. "Hmm. Guess I was a bit early with my thanks, huh?"
One Hour Later
"'I only said it was lovely here because … well, because progress is lovely, isn't it?' Why, yes, Lenina, progress is quite splendid. I'd say this place is miles above the apartment. In fact, I believe we're much safer here." Geoff frequently talked to himself when he was alone. He wasn't crazy. Just... lonely. More lonely than before the infection spread to Chicago. "Don't you wish you were free, Lenina? 'I don't know what you mean. I am free. Free to have the most wonderful time. Everybody's happy nowadays.'" Geoff smirked and leaned back against the wall. "Maybe one day, Lenina. But not now. Maybe tonight, but not now." Geoff glanced at the barricaded door of the top room in the lighthouse and his left eye twitched. He needed sleep and he needed that door to ward off any intruders that might wander in the lighthouse. With that, Geoff fell into a light sleep on his clothes that were laid out over the cold, hard floor. Hopefully the door would hold for the night.
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