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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 18, 2008 0:44:33 GMT -5
Information: This building is dedicated to the History of Chicago and many unique artifacts of the past. Mannequin statues of settlers and such can be found here. Your typical show of information for the general public when ever they visit the place, try to make out the zombies from the mannequins though...
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Southern Son
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Post by Southern Son on Nov 27, 2011 0:10:13 GMT -5
* Chicago, Illinois. The City that of which is notorious for it's amount of snow. Some wonder if zombies can indeed survive in the cold weather. Even though it's known that they can, a lot of people do not know that. Most of the people within Chicago has learned that the hard way. While others, have been informed to in fact stay away from Chicago. It being a cold city, as well as populated. Meaning, a lot of undead beings inside the city just waiting to feast on human flesh.
However, some of the establishments within Chicago have been secured by humans. Such as, the Museum of Chicago. It's thick-walls, steel doors, compressed areas, it's really a safe place to resort from the zombies. Or at least, it was for a while. Until the people that were residing in the museum, literally went psycho, and that's when the civil war of the humans began. People started thrashing each other, attempting to murder one another. Even to the point to where they'd allow the undead to break into the museum, to put a final end to the humans completely.
While it's unknown to anyone else, but they are survivors inside the museum. Hiding within, to keep away from the undead that roams inside. Such as the high places they'd be able to climb, and the undead would be incapable of doing, the varieties are long. Over time, undead have left the museum in order to search for food elsewhere, but not all of them. Some insist on remaining there because they know they have food there that's unreachable. They're bound and determined they'll get to it eventually.
The Museum was good for a few things. Shelter from the cold weather, minor protection from the undead, food storage, and artifacts that can amuse people for a while. A museum would be a great place to contend against zombies, because if it's secured by human's again, it can be a safe-zone for humans permanently. First, the museum just requires some military support, or a citizen's rampage to remedy the undead, and dispatch them out of the museum.
Outside of the museum, is a young man driving down the icy roads of Chicago. Rodney Sargent, flickering through the city streets on his ninja bike. Zooming around debris on the road, passing the undead that are on the road. The undead not having a chance to do anything as Rodney is blurring past them. The wind emitting from the opposing force even pushed the zombies back. Rodney had no idea where he was going once he reached Chicago, so he soon decided to slow down, to take a gander around. Looking for places he thinks Leah could be.
Leah, being his little sister. He had gained intel from survivors in the bordering state that people were here in Chicago, and Rodney thought Leah may be within the crowd. First, Rodney had to conclude where he'd like to look first. He passes by Police Stations, Fire Departments, etc. Thinking those places would've been the first that anyone would've gone to. Assuming that would cause the downfall of their survival. It was a gut-feeling that he had, that would guide him to Leah. Well, that's what he wants to believe.
As he was gradually making his way through Chicago, he noticed a sign that read Museum of Chicago. When he saw that, that's when he felt it. That's where he thought people may be, more importantly, where Leah could be. So, with that being noticed, he would begin to take notice of the street signs, that would lead him to the museum. Picking up the speed as he thought was necessary to get there, to avoid anything on the streets. Swaying away from the debris, undead, etc.
Finally reaching to the point to where he reaches the parking lot of the museum. Seeing masses of eaten carcasses, flipped cars, and the casual debris from numerous things. He parks in front of the museum doors, seeing they're wide-open. That gave him a bad feeling, but he thought he should search it anyways. He kills his Ninja, retracting the keys, and stashing them in his pocket. Kicking down upon the kickstand as he pries himself off of the ninja.
Looking ahead, to the steps that make their way to the front doors. As he scales the steps, he reaches for his Eagle, and slides it out of the holster, not turning the laser on yet, just observing the environment. Having a jacket on, of course. Feeling the need to remove it suddenly. He stopped where he was on the steps, and was about to remove the jacket. Last minute, he decided to keep it on. Turning back around, and finished scaling the steps. Pacing to the front door, and surveys' the lobby inside. Seeing nothing the eye can possibly see.
Entering the museum, cautiously. He's able to hear something, distinctive. It's a sound he's not able to recognize, however; and the sound is very minimal. Being able to hear it, barely. Gaining slightly louder as he has walked past the lobby, to the corridors of the museum, not sure where he should go. He chooses one by random, and that's when the sound came back. This time, he's able to get a read on the direction. Creeping in the direction that the sound is emitting from. Keeping his Eagle up and ready to go if needed to blast something. * [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/blockquote]
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Nov 27, 2011 0:48:51 GMT -5
Father David Macavoy sat there staring at an undead he had managed to tie up,he took a puff of the large cigar he held in his left hand.He sat and looked as it tried to lunge at him with no chance,since it was tied one leg and one arm to a radiator bolted to the wall...which was a little curious seeing as how other room had bin updated.Taking another puff from his cigarette The Father UN-holstered his .357 and stood walking toward the window to see a young man UN-mounting a motor bike.Then turned to look at the undead...
"It appears we have company,don't worry...you don't have to leave yet.
The Father returned to his chair now angled toward the entrance but no further from the undead.He took another long puff of the cigar as he began to think of the trip here.
Father Macavoy got to the Museum only an hour or less ago,a UN scheduled trip...well not entirely.He had meant to end up in New York but settled for Chicago due to the amount of undead that had swallowed the forsaken state of New York.A sort of pilgrimage from the Mid-West lead him here,to see a holy relic at a museum in New York...a sort of revival of moral.The unfortunate detour however lead him here with the same purpose,after all every city had some sort of religious history whether it be good or bad.Arriving here in the church bus that he had ridden since he was a young boy,now slightly armored and rationed for a group of 15 or so...and parked in the back lot of the Museum.
At first The Father had thought the museum was abandon,since he took the back entrance but once he got to the lobby he had changed his mind.Looking for some sort of directorate he found the Curator's office...which the Curator still held with undead hands.A map was what David was looking for but instead decided to rest for a moment and conversate with a man of faith,or so it seemed from a few decorations in the office.Finding an UN-opened box of nice cigars and a nearly full custom lighter,with a cross engraved on it,he lit a cigar and started the one way conversation...now he sat waiting for better company.
The Father masked himself with a large smile and cocked his revolver trying to make some kind of noise over the moaning.He took another puff from his cigar and smoke in a deep somewhat-friendly tone...
"Come in slowly...and weapon first if you please.I mean no harm but...one can never be too careful."
Father Macavoy sat and waited for the young man to make himself seen.
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reborninthesand
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Post by reborninthesand on Nov 28, 2011 18:47:57 GMT -5
Wade kept his eyes dead ahead as he walked along the cold street's, attempting to ignore the receeding feeling in his outer extremities. He slid down the red sleeves of his jacket over his hands and wished that it had a zipper. He could see a museum getting larger in his feild of vision, he had seen pictures of it before but never the real thing. He doubted he would find a more suitable place anytime soon. He swore he could see something near the museum, something not covered in snow. The thought of finding another person excited him, he hadn't been in contact with anyone in quite a while. That sort of loneliness wasn't healthy for the mind, He turned off his mp3 player and jammed it in his pocket. He doubted anyone would attack him but past experience was a good enough teacher.
Once he was closer to the museum he could see someone enter it. He cursed mentally, it was times like these he wished he could speak. He let out a snort through his nose and began jogging toward the museum, the more bodies he spotted the more nervous he got. He withdrew two of his smaller throwing knives and slowed his pace, hoping the museum was safe along with whoever entered it.
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Southern Son
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Post by Southern Son on Nov 28, 2011 19:08:59 GMT -5
*Creeping his way through the corridors, Rodney cleared each direction via the Desert Eagle. Ensuring they were no zombies that would surprise him. After all, he's pretty much in a hurry. Hearing the unrecognizable noise constantly, walking to the direction of the sound. Keeping his pace slow, allowing himself to be cautious and to expect the unexpected.
Drawing near the end of the corridor, seeing it split yet into several more corridors. Rodney peers to his sides, gazing upon the Floor Mapping of the museum, trying to get a good idea of where to go next. Or even, figure out where he's at. He's only walking this way due to the noise. It's at the point to where it seems like it's only meters away. Rodney ganders his eyes, to spot a open door. Stalking it eventually, to see a moving shadow, dimmed light, etc. As Rodney drew near the door, he hears words.**At that, Rodney steps into the door frame, Eagle first. The man resting down upon the floor would see the magnum being wielded by Rodney. As Father Macavoy wasn't expecting anything less than the way Rodney entered the room, pointing the Eagle at him. Rodney staring Macavoy dead in the eyes, grasping the Eagle firmly. Macavoy calmly looking back at him, no intimidating factor what-so-ever. Rodney decides to lower his Eagle, and step forth slightly.*• Rodney • "Uh... Who are you?" [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/blockquote]
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Nov 28, 2011 21:36:36 GMT -5
The father stood slowly as Rodney entered the room,he was glad the young man lowered his Deagle.He likewise lowered his revolver as he walked towards Rodney lifting his hand to shake the others firmly.
"I am father David Macavoy,you can call me whatever you see fit but please nothing disrespectful.I hope you don't mind our company,i was giving him his last rites...you may dispatch him if you wish...but i am just as capable,it's god's wish that i guide these poor souls to the other side.So what brings you to snowy Chicago?"
The father asked this last question as he glided over to grab another chair from the wall and place it so that his was facing it directly,almost oblivious to the undead in the room.Before Rodney's clearly confused face could respond to the father he lifted his hand and pointed out of the window.Another man running into the building,even if it was a crimsonhead it wouldn't be running so lifelike.
"Before we continue our...discussion,we need to make it to our new guest.I fear there are others in the building perhaps living but certainly un-dead...and he may not have the discipline you and I have.Let's find him...if you don't remember your way i have a map,he should be entering from the front just as you did."
The father stood briskly holstering his revolver,simultaneously drawing his Bowie knife and slicing the head clean off the undead.He was almost to the door when he turned back to the desk,he reached over it and grabbed his Remington shotgun.The father turned on his heel walked a few steps quickly kneeled and stabbed the chomping undead's head then walked past Rodney into the hall shotgun raised to waist.
"God have mercy on his soul...are you coming young man?"
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reborninthesand
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Post by reborninthesand on Nov 29, 2011 15:03:47 GMT -5
He stopped momentarily after entering the museum. Oh this is gonna get in the way he thought while eyeing the exhibits with numerous mannequins, he continued walking eyeing the turns and hiding spots that plagued the place.
He could hear footsteps on the marble floor, but it was hard to tell exactly where it originated. The museum was dead quiet, he was sure he couldve heard a pin drop. He passed a glass case and spotted his reflection in the mirror, his facepaint was cracked and faded from the cold air but it was still mostly there. He took a right down a hallway, one he was sure contained whoever was creating the echoing footsteps.
He rounded another corner only to come face to barrel with a shotgun and what wade only recognized as a massive pistol. He ducked and dashed to the left quickly and spun his knives into a stabbing style grip before raising his hands sideways showing his palms and part of the knives handles. It was only a split second before their gun's were directly on him, and to be honest it made him nervous.
He narrowed his eyes on the preist as he introduced himself although the other refrained. Wade sheathed his knives and tapped two fingers lightly on his windpipe, before switching to sign language. "You know sign language?" he asked, with a doubtful look on his face.
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Southern Son
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Post by Southern Son on Nov 29, 2011 17:56:05 GMT -5
OOC: Guys, PM me the information of your character. What I mean, is the weapons they carry, the amount of bullets for each gun, etc. Also, as well as equipment. Things like cars, wallets, clothes, etc. Need an example, look at mine at the end of this post. And also, tell me your face claim so I can make a picture block. --- "I am father David Macavoy,you can call me whatever you see fit but please nothing disrespectful.I hope you don't mind our company,i was giving him his last rites...you may dispatch him if you wish...but i am just as capable,it's god's wish that i guide these poor souls to the other side.So what brings you to snowy Chicago?"*Being asked this question, Rodney turned himself to face the direction Father was walking. Rodney glaring down to the zombie that was held hostage. As well as how gruesome this room was. Rodney endured the odor, but the sight made him feel uncomfortable. He pondered on whether or not he should socialize with this man. Then he thought, what choice does he have? Anything to find Leah.* • Rodney • "The name 's Rodney. I havva few nicknames here 'n there, but it's whatever... And uh... I'm here in Chicago to tryta fyn my sister. Heard she could be here in Chicago, needed to come 'n look." *While Rodney was speaking, he stood there and watched as Father stepped across the room, avoiding the bound zombie by the unit in this room. Grabbing a chair from the corner of the wall, sitting down onto it. Rodney noticed him pointing out the nearest window, squinting his eyes. This was when Rodney finished what he and Father turned to look to Rodney.* "Before we continue our...discussion,we need to make it to our new guest.I fear there are others in the building perhaps living but certainly un-dead...and he may not have the discipline you and I have.Let's find him...if you don't remember your way i have a map,he should be entering from the front just as you did."• Rodney • "Whoya talkin' about?" *Rodney wasn't really sure what the Father meant. because Rodney didn't see the man that of which was outside that gained Father's attention. The Father pried himself off the chair he rested upon, only to approach the bound zombie, and thrust a blade into it's weakened skull. The blood splatter, and the mere sight of the attack made Rodney gag. For he's not accustomed to seeing such gory actions, he covered his mouth in reaction, avoiding the smell. Rodney placed his hand back down after he noticed Father was about to turn to look back to him. Giving him a free stare, for some reason. Not even feeling any remorse at all for dispatching that zombie. Father swung up out of his kneeling position, gripping onto the Remington he had laying near the door. Rodney would follow Father as he exited the room, leaving Rodney unanswered. Father assumed Rodney spotted the man outside, even though he didn't. Rodney held up his Eagle as he left the room as well. Seeing as how Father was pretty much roaming the corridors calmly rather than cautiously. turning around a few corners after reaching the end of the corridor, heading the way that Rodney had came. To the front entrance of the Museum. Rodney kept his eye around the corridor, when he was wondering if he even should trust this guy or not. It was quite apparent he's killed before, judging from the remorseless death he brought to the undead, and of how skilled he was at doing it. Rodney wasn't experienced at all, nor has he ever killed a zombie. He knew the time would come soon, though. After reaching near the entrance, the two would notice a figure leaping from their right, and literally doing a rolling motion to their left. While this thing was doing it, it appeared to be wielding some sort of blades, and was readying them for attack. Due to instincts, Rodney swung the Eagle up, and placed the sights right on the figure. Looking over, to see the Father doing the same with his shotgun. Rodney turning his attention back to the knife-man. Seeing he had stopped in his tracks, observing the two. Watching as the knife-man performed something with his hands, Rodney not picking up on his gestures.* [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/blockquote]
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Nov 29, 2011 19:09:51 GMT -5
The Father lowered his shotgun to his waist and watched the...acrobat perform his work's with the knives.He stood and watched the person's hands move slower as he pointed to his throat then lower with his hands as he signed if we knew sign language.The Father had picked up a lot of sign language while serving but was rusty,he reached into his jacket slowly and grabbed a small yellow pad and pen then checked to see if it worked.
"I do understand sign language...but i'm a little rusty.I think the pad and pen will do better while we have time."
Father Macavoy handed the person the pad/pen and watched as he wrote.Then he spoke aloud to the both of them,
"Now i know you ran here...so it will make sense if you accompany me on my journey,or let me help you with yours.You however..."The Father said turning to the young man
"Came on a bike...i have a church bus in the back lot.Much less noisy then your motor bike,and if your sister is somewhere in Chicago it will be easier to spot a bus then a motor bike.Now if it makes you feel any better we can search the rest of this museum but she's probably not here....Oh and if you are coming we can fit the bike through the back of the bus and i have plenty of food and water and what not so you need not worry."
After saying all that the father turned back ready for whatever the voiceless man had written on the paper.
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reborninthesand
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Post by reborninthesand on Nov 30, 2011 14:55:18 GMT -5
He took the pad and pencil and began writing quickly while he listened to the preist's offer to them. "Wade Bellock, I dont have to be any where. I'l help you with whatever you need." He checked the note once over before tearing the piece of paper from the pad and handing it to him.
It almost hurt him to think of his home again, but he quickly suppressed it. He never had to deal with it then, that was half the reason he was this far up north. He reached into his pocket and turned on the Ipod, putting the right earbud in and leaving the other out so he could still hear them speak. He looked at the other survivor and he was happy to see he wasn't the only one dressed light for the weather.
He went around the corner he came and spotted a window in the hallway. He looked out the window. The area in front of the museum was messy, but it seemed the rest of the street was clear, at least the way he came. He wondered where all the infected could be. He had seen fewer than he thought he would in such an urban place half of him hoped it would stay that way, But a part of him was itching for a fight.
He slid back around the corner and quietly waited until their was something to do. His thought's drifted back to the door of the museum and he wondered if it had closed or not. He shrugged of the worry, he was sure the three of them could handle whatever could wander into the place.
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Post by Rhinn on Dec 1, 2011 12:47:05 GMT -5
Donnie pulled the trigger again, sending another of the doomed souls to the afterlife. Well, that was an incorrect description. These people had already died and as such their souls had already left. He was just disposing of the bodies.
The wind picked up around him, and his skin puckered a bit from the coldness. He pulled his jacket close around him and then saw another zombie slouching his way. Calmly, he pulled the trigger again. He wasn't scared or fearful. He was on a mission from God and God would protect him until he was done.
Up ahead, he saw two bodies run into the Museum. They're either humans that need saving or they are those blasted BOWs and they need to be dealt with. Donnie sped up, closing the gap with the others, but he wasn't able to get them before they entered. He calmly checked his ammo and reloaded what he had used. Then he followed them in. He flicked the laser targeters on and the two red beams scanned through the area.
The first thing that he encountered as the mannequins. Earlier in his life, he would have shot them. Now, he just checked each one out and then moved on. Down the hallway, he heard voices. He stayed near the wall and slide his way down until he found the source of voices.
Three men, one of them a priest and the others were just normal. He scanne them quickly, laser dots landing on their foreheads for only a second before moving on. When he was satisfied that they weren't undead. He holstered his two pistols.
"Hey Preacher man. It has been awhile since I've seen a man of the cloth. Name's Donnie. I'm hunting zombies."
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Southern Son
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Post by Southern Son on Dec 1, 2011 19:15:00 GMT -5
*Standing there, observing the Father communicating with the mute via pen & paper. Watching as the mute writes down upon paper, and handing it to the Father once he was done. Father read it, and responded to the man via words. Spending several minutes of doing so, Rodney slipped to the side. He did this just to take a gander around the huge museum. They had walked back to the main lobby, and he wasn't really impressed with anything.
He's from Florida, he's quite accustomed to seeing amazing buildings. What did surprise him, though. Is the low activity of undead within the museum. Well, at least for what he cannot see there. Perhaps somewhere else in this establishment, the undead are just eating to feast on them. Rodney seemed to have found two survivors, but not who he wants to find.
Rodney stepping back, and approaching the two. Seemingly noticing that they have quit speaking due to the fact that the mute had ventured off, and went into another room. Rodney coming up to the Father, and gazing to him as the Father turned around to face Rodney.*
"Came on a bike...i have a church bus in the back lot.Much less noisy then your motor bike,and if your sister is somewhere in Chicago it will be easier to spot a bus then a motor bike.Now if it makes you feel any better we can search the rest of this museum but she's probably not here....Oh and if you are coming we can fit the bike through the back of the bus and i have plenty of food and water and what not so you need not worry."
• Rodney • "Hones'ly, Father... I'd rather just folla you with me on the bike. I can handle the cold weatha, but it's jus' that... I feel like I'd be able to get aroun' better ona bike instead ovva huge bus. If ya get what I'm tryna say.."
*As Father was about to speak, the mute man had came back, and approached the two. Having something else written down upon a piece of paper, and was handing it to the Father. Rodney just shrugged it off, because he didn't really mind getting his conversation interrupted; besides, he said what needed to be said.
Several moments later, the three are still standing there. The mute man and Father seemed as if they were about to walk away, and Rodney would follow. Grasping the Eagle firmly in his grip. Before anybody could do anything, each person noticed a laser light was hovering on their bodies. Each person, had one. Switching from Mute man to the Father, and from the Father to Rodney. Turning their attention to the direction, and Rodney lifted his Eagle up, pointing it to the figure in the distance.
Not sure who it may be, but the figure in the distance lowered his weapon after Rodney heightened his Eagle. Watching him approach the three, just simply staring him down as he draws near. The man appears to be some sort of mercenary, due to the clothing he was wearing, and his weapon.*
"Hey Preacher man. It has been awhile since I've seen a man of the cloth. Name's Donnie. I'm hunting zombies."
*The Father pulled himself away from the Mute man, and sort of stepped forth to face Donnie. Rodney stood there, having lowered his Eagle earlier. Rodney is more of, glaring at the guy for some reason. Having a bad feeling about this guy just on sight alone. Donnie hasn't noticed the mean mugging he's receiving, but Rodney would soon lighten up as Father began to speak to him.*
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Dec 2, 2011 23:49:37 GMT -5
Father Macavoy read what the mute man had written on the paper and began walking a little down the hall after hearing the other man.He would accept the help in finding his sister,yet he still wanted to be some kind of lone wolf.Although it was true the boy could scout out ahead of the bus for "The Big Guns",they had walked a little farther down the hall all having their weapons drawn still.The father turned around to talk to the small group again when he saw a beam flash onto wade,then himself,then finally Rodney in quick succession.The Father turned quickly drawing his shotgun to his stomach,the other man had his weapon down but one could never be too careful...
"I am Father David Macavoy these two gentlemen are Rodney and Wade,the latter is a mute...i hate to go forward without better introductions my son but,how did you come to be in Chicago?Are you following one of these young men...and if not care to join us on our search for young Rodney's sister?I have a bus out back with lots of room...the more people we have the better.God will look upon you kindly for helping us."
The Father was careful in not mentioning the surplus of supplies he had in the bus,while it was kind of backwards to what he had done to the other...they weren't aiming at him before they met."A man of the cloth"was what the new comer had called him...he never really liked that term for priest,but there was no reason for hostilities just yet.Father Macavoy stared as he listened to the answer then stared briefly out of the window...lot of space to cover in this city...lot of space to cover in this building still.
"So you will join us then?"
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reborninthesand
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Post by reborninthesand on Dec 3, 2011 16:10:53 GMT -5
He watched to two exchange word's and wondered how many people would join this recently founded convoy. He looked directly at rodney who had lowered his weapon. He realised at this point that he was the only one here who didn't have a gun and he realized that this may be usefull when attempting to remain unditected in close quarters.
He tapped rodney twice to gain his attention, he tapped his chest and pointed toward the hallway to let him know of his leave. He wandered down the hall looking at the numerous mannequins and plaques. Thing's were getting fairly eventfull and he wondered where all of this would lead. He had no qaulm's about going on a search for someone. Weather it was something relative to him or not there wasn't much to do anymore but survive.
He heard footsteps behind him, he quickly recognised the pace and drew his smaller throwing knives and turned toward the infected. It was only one... He relaxed his stance and casually walked toward the undead. He threw the knife into it's eye socket and watched it drop to the floor. He retrieved his knife and wiped it off on his pant's. Well where there was one there would be more, "well that's a sure sign from the universe it's time to head back.", but he was troubled with the sound of numerous more echoing in the hall's and with that he sprinted back toward the group.
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Post by Rhinn on Dec 3, 2011 22:29:20 GMT -5
Donnie shrugged. "I am hunting zombies, Father. I came from Kansas and after God called my family home, he gave me a mission to eradicate the world... or at least the US of zombies. I'm come up here to kill them all."
He looked over at the other two. The mute carried knives and so far had shown no guns. The other one had a weapon, but right now it was pointed down.
"I'm willing to trek along on this mission to find your sis. My truck is down the road a bit. I can follow you along in it. Never know when we might need the extra room or vehicle. No offense Father, but the last time I was in a church van, it didn't feel me with an overwhelming sense of ruggedness."
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