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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 18, 2008 0:46:03 GMT -5
Information: Chicago’s largest public park stretching out for 1200 square acres. It's the most unique in terms of geography for the city being situated between Lake Shore Drive and Lake Michigan. Chicago's gone through a fall so there are a lot of leaves that have dropped around the place, park staff are yet to clean up the pedestrian areas. A lot of people were in the park at the time of the outbreak, and a lot of them ended up zombies in the process.
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Post by KidBushido on Aug 19, 2010 15:44:58 GMT -5
"Oh man look at this clown." Eli says as he is rushing up to a zombie mime trying to claw his way out of an invisible box. He kicks the zombie in the face and bashes his face in with his bat. Lincoln park is going to be crowded with zombies, so making it further downtown will be a challenge. He counts already about 30 zombies roaming around the streets, so he heads into the park and stays low near the trees. As he treks further into the park he notices around 100 zombies in the middle part by the fountains, this irritates him because thats way too much. More than 10 is a problem, 100 is death. He notices a basketball court with 2 zombies eating a dog and makes a dash for it.
They charge at him when he enters, but Eli drops to one knee and sweeps one zombies leg and rises with his bat bashing in the other zombies chin. He finishes them but attracts the large group of zombies. So as they make their way to him, he climbs the basketball court, jumps down and begins to dash around a couple trees heading straight downtown. The group continues to follow him, making noise so evading them will take brains. He passes a zombie laying on the ground with his legs shot off, the man bashes in his head and rips off his shirt. In the street are many abandoned cars, so he checks the gas tanks by dipping the shirt in them, he finds one thats full and sticks the shirt into it and lights it. While shirt is burning into the tank the zombies charge towards him but he jumps onto a subway train while the explosion takes out the group and attracts attention for miles onto that one point. Luckily for him he's underground on the subway route, but unfortunately he's underground on the subway route...
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 23, 2011 14:47:25 GMT -5
A dark alley was suddenly illuminated by several white bright headlights. Shortly following it was the deep, loud rumble of a large engine. It started slowly creeping toward the steet at the end of the alley. It exited the small alley with not much margin for error on either side. As the steet lamps bathed the machine in light you could make out that it was a black semi-truck. The vehicle was heavily modified, its front end covered with a large metal protective bra which was equipped with several spikes. The doors and windows were heavily reinforced and armored as well. Even from the looks of it this machine could take one hell of a beating and keep on rolling. It pulled a large payload, a fullsized armored, black trailer. As the trailer cleared the corner the driver turned right and started driving the truck down the street.
The city was strangly quiet and void of its usual cluster of cars, and people. Most sane people had probably already evacuated the city. Lucky; the driver of the truck, had been enjoying the solitude from within his near bunker class hideout/home. He'd been hiding there since some time in 2009. Street racing, and doing odd jobs for friends kept food on the table, and gas in the cars. Thats all he really cared about. Anything with a motor was his passion since being a young child, and nothing had changed now.
The truck turned a corner onto Lake Shore Drive heading south near Lincoln Park. Lucky was constantly scanning the streets and areas surrounding them watching for signs of life. But nothing was in view, he was glad cause the truck was needing fueled up. A minute on down the road a local gas station came into view. The truck rolled right up next to one of the diesel pumps, lining up the trailer with a pump of its own. Lucky pulled his sawed off shotgun out of a holster installed next to his seat made just for the firearm.
He hopped out of the large truck, instantly scanning the area. He'd never had any official military training but living in a zombie infected world most of your adult life teaches you the basics you need to survive. He made his way to the pump and diagnosed that it was controlled by a switch inside station. Newer pumps made stealing gas a bit more challenging, he missed the old simple lift-and-pump style stations. Quickly he crossed the space between the pumps and the station. He pressed his shoulder against the glass door and scanned over his shoulder once before going in. When entering the building Lucky was sure to stay slow and quiet. The place appeared empty, but appearances were always decieving.
He slipped around behind the counter and fumbled with the cash register. He hit several keys wrong causing it to send out loud beeps through the dead silence of the building. Finally he hit the right key and unlocked all the pumps. But that was the same time he smelt something awful, then he heard a door slide shut around the corner. A quick inspection showed a neon sign; no longer glowing, that said "bathrooms" hanging over said corner. Through the near silence short shuffling sounds could be heard. Lucky's heart rate increased out of fear. It'd been along time since he had saw a zombie, and there was one thing he was sure of. He wanted to keep this short, sweet, and quiet.
The mechanic looked around behind the counter for something to use, something more descreet than his shotgun. As his name states luck shined on him, an old box cutter was lying on a shelf just within his now crouched reach. He slung up his firearm, took up the blade and extended it as far as it would go; which was about 3 inches. It'd do. The zombie could now be heard breathing. The walking corpse was stumbling through the lobby scanning about for anything warm to chomp on. Lucky could hardly make out the top of the creatures head as it neared the counter. When he felt it was in range for him he leapt up, leaning far over the counter and planted the blade into the back of its skull. The blade passed easily through the rotting flesh, and dark coagulating blood began to seep from the wound. The undead gave a final twitching movement before going limp and falling to the ground.
Lucky made it back out to the truck. He set the diesel pump for his truck to start filling, then going back to the trailer he began pumping the highest octane fuel into a stand alone storage tank. It was actually a personal pump he used for what he had stored inside the trailer. His three cars; The Lancer Evo Ralliart, The Skyline GT-R, and The Corvette Stingray. He then leaned against the trailer and waited for all the tanks to fill.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 24, 2011 13:06:24 GMT -5
Sharp eyes didn't even need to see it to know there were a truck rolling around Lake Shore Drive; the place was so damn quiet you could just hear the Jake brake going off. Nicola held her breath as it steamrolled straight past her hiding spot tucked into a tight alley way; only just managing to reverse Curse, her black Subaru Impreza, and switch the engine off in time before the Semi had rounded the corner.
She wasn't allowed to be seen by anyone remotely government related in this car; it already made it onto the blacklist of most wanted outlawed vehicles. Nicola thought that was a mite quick; if a match to a mugshot had been made then maybe she wasn't as forgotten as she thought. That hadn't changed the sore fact:
Curse needed gas, and the Semi just happened to pull up at the petrol station Nic had her eyes on, "Sonova b*tch," hitting the steering wheel, "They'll probably soak up the rest'uv the oil," Nicola leaned out from her bucket seat, fishing around her gear at the foot of the passenger side and grabbing her Jericho. The last couple of pumps had been dry; not even a snowballs chance in hell she had of finding another before hitting empty.
With a little perseverance Nicola had managed to wriggled out from the front seat, into the back and pop open the boot to get out; there wasn't enough room to open side doors in this alley, "Stay here, girl," she cooed to Curse, quietly clapping the boot lid shut and climbing over her vehicle.
The black box sat right outside the gas station, "F**k!" the redhead harshed a whisper, shaking. It looked like a Fed truck, probably moving some sort of laboratory or biological material; none of that mattered to the Muse, she just wanted to stop them before they chewed up the last drops.
A single man hopped out looking nothing like Nic would have imagined. It didn't seem as if he had company, but that didn't excuse for what might be hiding in the trailer. On closer inspection his weapons sort of looked civilian.
Whatever; he moved into the station's building, that was enough opportunity for Nic to setup a jump, starting to jog toward the semi. Odds were the guy was unlocking the pumps; fine, saved Nic the hassle of putting herself in a dangerous situation. Unless he didn't know what to immediately do or planned on grabbing rations she estimated maybe a minute before he exited the shop.
Approaching the Semi cautiously; it was rigged to plow through a horde, that was a definite. From the lack of bone or brain matter it seemed it was yet to perform such a feat. Nicola climbed up and popped open the cab door, searching inside first before closing it and huffing to the front of the truck. Her slick dexterity utilized the spiked brassier to climb up, on top of the cab, and from there on top of the trailer.
The driver was taking longer than Nicola estimated, nothing to complain about. She carefully lowered herself down the opposite side of the trailer, hanging, to remain hidden. Eventually the bell chime of the door opening marked the driver's return, footsteps moving over to the pumps. The first pump was set for the truck; diesel, obviously; then a different pump was plugged into a reserve tank. Exactly what the muse had feared.
Pulling herself up silently, Nicola crawled across the roof of the trailer spotting where the driver waited. She hid her face from the nose down in her collar before pointing her Jericho at the mans head, "Stop the pump," she ordered, "Then drop your weapon, and step away from the truck."
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 24, 2011 13:46:18 GMT -5
Lucky wasn't expecting any guests when he heard the woman's voice. Her orders were simple enough though. He turned around to look at the woman holding him up, inspecting her as he stopped the pump. She had short auburn hair, with a colorful strip in it, and from what he could see was wearing a jacket. Her weapon was obviously a handgun aimed right at his head. With the pump finally stopped he chose to alter her order about dropping his gun. His father had bought this gun for him ages ago, he'd kept it near and dear ever since. So instead he chose to crouch an place it on the ground, then returned to an upright position. He tried to piece together what she wanted. If she was just mugging him she would have done it without the need of telling him to stop the pumps. She must have needed the fuel. He backed away a bit and it was obvious there were no cars around other than his own hidden within the trailer. Therefore she must have had it hid somewhere.
Ignoring the fact he had a gun pointed at his head (something which had happened many times before in his life) he started to speak to her. "Ya know. If ya needed gas, ya coulda just ask'd. Im good at sharin'." He held his hands out in plain view to show he was up to nothing tricky. And being the way he was Lucky couldn't keep from asking, "So what kinda car you got?" It was a bit straight forward of him, and out of the blue, but he didnt feel too bad about it seeing as she was rather straight forward, and out of the blue herself.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 25, 2011 13:23:26 GMT -5
The stranger's sharing remark caused the woman to make a whimsical putter, humored, "Either way, I'd have the gas - prefer it this way."
Nicola lowered herself off the trailer. Procuring a jerry can from beside one of the pump blocks and carrying it back over to the reserve tank, she slipped the nozzle in and started filling it up; sitting on it, fairly happy with herself, while still keeping her sidearm trained over the stranger's chest.
He asked her type of car and Nic tutted, shaking her head, "Nice try, bozo. It's not that easy," waving her gun in a circle, thoroughly unimpressed, "Hmph. You don't look like one of those wasteland Feds," she rested her cheek on her hand, "Definitely not FEMA..." Nicola squinted hard at the driver in front of her, 'Or CEDA either. He could just be a hired driver. That much would explain the shotgun,' something that had stood out most to the muse. It didn't fit the stereotype. An SMG would have made more sense.
The pump clicked off once the levels reached the nozzle; scratching an itch on her red head with the nose of the pistol as she stood up, "What's the load you're hauling?" his sincerity rested on the answer of her question. It was a first time for Nic to catch a transport with lackluster guarding, to be rolling through the windy city it must be important cargo; maybe even something she could use. She didn't typically make a habit of stealing, but heck, nothing wrong with adding to her outlawed status, "Pop the lock," the redhead stepped aside to let the driver access the container.
Audible in the distance, yet still unheard, somewhere further around the park another jake brake blared.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 25, 2011 17:55:56 GMT -5
Lucky watched as the girl gracefully slid off the side of his truck and proceeded to fill a portable tank. He nearly laughed when she started questioning if he was a fed. He realized that he was becoming more amused by this girl than anything. "Lady I ain't workin' for any o'them government agencies. In fact they'd likely throw a party if they tossed me in a cell."
She then questioned him a out what he was hauling. As soon as she did he let out one of his trademark one sided grins, and a glimmer would shine in his eyes. He wasn't afraid to show off his rides, after all they were his pride and joy, his everything. "Well, its not that easy." He said to quote her. "But I'll show you mine, you show me yours." He punctuated his line with a wink, before casually making his way to the rear of the trailer. He proceeded to unlock several latches and released the doors. But before opening them he looked over his shoulder to make sure she was in a good viewing point of what would be inside. Lucky then said, "These are my babies."
He swung the doors open, but in the darkness you could still see nothing. That's when he reached inside and flipped a switch. The interior of the trailer lite up with florescent light, revealing its precious cargo to the two. What greeted them was the front ends of Deity; the Lancer Ralliart Evolution, and ManO'War; the GT-R Skyline, stacked each on their own level one over the other. They shone brilliantly in the light being freshly polished and cleaned before leaving their bunker-like home.
He turned to see her reaction, waiting for a moment so it'd sink in. "So, your turn. Show me yours!"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 26, 2011 7:03:20 GMT -5
Slack happened in her arm as Nicola lowered her gun slightly while looking at the vehicles, to a point where a wide window of opportunity to knock her out opened, "You're a racer," she stated the obvious. The redhead was yet to come across the variety of her own since being released so it stood as a surprise, "Sorry," the self-contradicting girl tucked her pistol at the back of her pants. Like honor among thieves, Nic respected other drivers and their rides, "Nice Ralliart."
The roar of the other truck was heard this time several blocks away from where they stood, Nicola leaned out from around the trailer's door spotting the headlights further down the street. Less weighty engines joined in with its singing, some sort of cavalcade, "Friends of yours?" Nic asked the driver. Maybe a mob of racers were transporting their vehicles to a safezone; maybe even a racing gig was going on somewhere.
Strange that the driver might be so far away from the convoy on his own. It didn't really click that a heavy rigid vehicles didn't have any escorts with it, "They aren't your friends, are they..." vapor escaped her mouth with a sign, returning to the jerry can and spinning the cap on, "Some advice. Get outta here while you can," she helped close one of the doors before sprinting off toward where Curse was still parked. Incidentally it seemed the driver would end up see her ride. Price paid for a bit of fuel.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 26, 2011 19:13:40 GMT -5
By the ladies reaction he knew he'd struck common grounds with her by showing his cars. He was even more interested in her now. And pride swelled within him as she complimented his Ralliart. It was his first street racing car, and had even become one of his best. But when she asked him if an oncoming group of vehicles was someone he knew he got a bit confused. He stepped around the end of the truck looking down the road. The headlights came into clear view.
"They aren't your friends, are they..." She said, a bit of concern showing in her voice. "Not anyone I know." He responded. "Some advice. Get outta here while you can." That didn't sit well with him. "Hey now. Whats going on? Do you know those guys?" The change in her attitude caused him to get a little anxious. He locked up the trailer then picked up with shotgun from the ground. She took off around the corner down the opposite direction of the oncoming vehicles.
Lucky climbed up into his truck and started it up, something wasn't right about whatever was going on, and he didn't like it. He pulled the truck out onto the street, the oncoming convoy getting ever closer to his position. He completed a sharp turn and floored the accelerator of the truck, he needed to quickly get it up to speed if he wished to avoid whatever was on its way. As he gained speed he began watching the streets hoping to catch a glimpse of where his fellow car enthusiast took off to.
He didnt see her, possibly missed her in the shadows, but he did notice a very small alley he didnt see last time. Crammed tightly inside was what appeared to be a black Subaru STi, he'd have never known it was there if he wasnt scanning the sides of the road. To a passerby it would have easily blended with the shadows. He passed on by and continued down the road two more blocks before he would take a hard left back into the city. The jake brake screamed in the night as he slowed down his rig enough to make the turn. Once clear he stomped it again and the truck roared in response, and charged its way down the deserted streets.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 27, 2011 7:30:45 GMT -5
There was no time to refuel; Nicola left the jerry can in the trunk while she climbed back into the drivers seat, there would be enough juice left to get her out of the squeeze. The truck barreled past her hiding spot not long ago heading in the decisively correct direction.
Curse purred as she were ignited, rolling out into the street. The cavalcade were close enough to potentially spot their headlamp glare off of the Wrexie's paint; determining what it were was a different matter, but it wouldn't stop them from investigating. So long as the Feds didn't have an ear out for an already quiet engine the pale maiden driving would be fine.
Guzzling of diesel resonated further in from the city, an indication of the direction the driver had taken. Nicola sailed through the streets after him, not letting the wasteland MiB sink their teeth into another of her kind. Her stick shift hand snatched the wireless radio off its hook, holding it to her mouth, "The name's Nicola," she said, cooling stale air around her original introduction; tail lights of the jet black trailer hovered in front of her, "Friends call me Nic."
Easing out from behind the trailer after the road widened and inching closer to the cabin, "I need to refuel. We should make a little distance from those Feds first. Sorry about back there, your truck sorta gives off the wrong impression," Nic took her finger off the button, focusing on driving.
After several more blocks of the windy city she pointed out a place to stop amidst several homes and apartments, "Next right just down here. There's a wide driveway access that should keep us hidden," keeping behind the trailer, being eyes in the back of a head in case something managed to sneak up behind them.
Nicola hopped out, happy to be able to use the door this time. Popping the boot she was quick to fill up Curse's tank with the fuel she had gathered.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 28, 2011 11:59:44 GMT -5
Lucky's ear perked a little as the truck's radio scanner picked up on a frequency. The static cut out and the voice of the lady he just met sang through the speaker clear as day. "The name's Nicola, friends call me Nic." He glanced around checking his mirrors. Sure enough a car sped up behind his truck; it had to be her, the headlight's shine kept him from telling exactly what it was, tho he had a hunch. The driver picked up the mic for his radio and thumbed the 'talk' button. "This must be my new friend from the gas station." He spoke with a bit of a laugh in his voice. "Nice to meet you Nic. Name's Lucas Vice, everyone calls me Lucky though." He released the button and waited for a response, keeping his eye on his mirrors.
The car behind him slid out from behind and easily pulled up to the cab. It was the black Subaru he had seen earlier. Without a doubt he knew it belonged to Nic. The static broke and she spoke once more. "I need to refuel. We should make a little distance from those Feds first. Sorry about back there, your truck sorta gives off the wrong impression." Speaking into the mic again, "No worries. And after getting chased by the same guys for a few years I figured blendin' in was a better way to get around without catchin' everyone's eyes. Anywhere your plannin' to hide out?" His answer didn't come for a bit they drove several more blocks, cutting here and there to mess up their trail for anyone following them. Then she finally spoke again, "Next right just down here. There's a wide driveway access that should keep us hidden." By then she had made her way back behind the trailer once again.
They pulled down into the long drive it curved a few times but once completely out of view of the road they parked. Lucky locked the brakes on the truck and hopped out of the cabin. He made his way back to find Nicola already filling her shadow of a car with the petrol she'd snatched back at the station. As he rounded the car he inspected it from bumper to bumper, his experienced eye picking up on any visible mod. Once he was at the back he stood and looked at it with is arms crossed over his chest. A moment later he nodded his head. "Nice car. A... T25 turbo, guessin' from the diameter on the intercooler piping. And that transfer hose I saw in the hood scoop, must be for a direct port nitrous injection system. Pushes what, 300 horses, maybe 315 when that NOS kicks it?" Looking at the finish once more before finishing his comments. "I like it! Very nice! So, what brings you and this lil' street demon to Chicago?"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 29, 2011 5:55:50 GMT -5
"'Bout that," Nicola replied to Lucas' summary. It was nice to see someone who knew what they were talking about; hell, even Nic didn't know her way around Curse yet as well as he appeared to.
Wracking her knuckles against the bottom of the Jerry can; Lucas seemed pretty eager to know what her business was in the windy city, "No racing, if that's what you're asking," she would probably do about anything for an organized race at this stage after being out of the game for so long, "Not that I'm exactly prepare for it," in light of her own thoughts, the tuner wasn't tweaked to perfection for an excursion of that caliber. Where it sat now was good enough just to escape her foes, an actual race would need a bit more attention to detail.
"I guess ol'Chiggy is a nice place to visit, this time'a year?" Nicola retorted, raising an eyebrow to see if it was enough to fool the Vice, "Nah. Great spot, but no activity. It wouldn't be too bad for some drift practice though," the Jerry can glugged empty, Nic gave it a bit of a swirl making sure every drop was accounted for, "I was just attending a funeral. One those MiB hustlers aren't too fond of," she opened the trunk and tossed the can in.
"From the looks of things I'd say you're getting the hell outta dodge," gesturing towards the truck, "Not such a bad idea considering the bad mojo teaming around Illinois at the moment. You're prolly leaving at just the right time," Nicola stuffed her hands in her pockets, "Speakin'a which. If yer heading the same way as me, think we could watch each others backs till we reach an airfield almost outta state?" the timid girl felt herself sounding almost desperate, "It isn't easy traveling mid-west. Not with heat like mine."
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 29, 2011 8:43:20 GMT -5
Lucas stood letting the girl finish her piece before picking up where she left off. He carefully watched how she handled herself, and picked up her body language. It was something he'd done for years when meeting someone. He was told long ago that you can usually tell more about a person by how they handle themselves and move than from what you actually listen to them say. As she wrapped up something she said caught his ear.
"So your headin' mid-west too huh?" Having nothing to hide, and no reason not to tell her he continued speaking. "Im actually heading out into Arizona. A friend of mine informed me that the scene is picking up a bit more down there. I figured there'd be some good racers down that way." He paused for a second thinking about her mention of the airport. "But if you wanna break away at the airport thats fine. I was going to stop by there anyway."
Seeming to have the plan worked out Lucky took his keys from the D clip he kept on his belt loop and took a few steps toward his truck. "Alright, airport is our next stop! Lets get back on the road!" He let out a grin before turning and making his way up to the cabin of the truck. He climbed in and turned the starter, the engine rumbled to life spraying black smoke from its exhaust pipes. As he got back on the road he couldnt help but think about the things he picked up from Nic while talking to her. She was cute no doubt, and he loved the streak in her hair. But for some reason he felt that she'd been through several of the same things he had, like they had a lot in common. But it seemed inappropiate as of yet to dig up the past. Driving was the best way for them, that was obvious.
The truck got back on the highway and headed toward the airport. Lucky kept his eyes peeled for any cop looking vehicles, and made sure his radio was tuned into the station he'd picked Nic up on earlier. He picked up the mic and decided to check in with her. "We should be near the airport in a little less than an hour." The driver sailed down the highway, they'd be at the terminal before they knew it.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 29, 2011 9:37:11 GMT -5
Sailing down the black strip leading out of the city limits and eventually into the wilderness. With its headlamps off light seemed to bend around Curse, dark aura licking away from her paint; like an ethereal spirit caught between realities.
Nicola figured Lucas would be able to trust her enough not to cause an accident with her headlights off. It was the ruse she played, making it seem as if less wheels were on the road, "Understood," she replied to the truck drivers statement letting him know she were still here. Considering Vice's vehicle and intentions, it was likely he knew the way out East better than Nicola would. If he was an East side racer, the West might come more of a surprise to him than previously imagined.
It took a while before Nic decided to fire up some conversation, "I'm local, out West," starting with a handy piece of info, "My shop's out Nevada way, in Vegas. No surprise the streeties are converging in that area. It's known for more-" she chose her words carefully, "Unscrupulous races."
"I can give you a lift there. Should be enough room for a couple more rides," Nicola made the offer. The term hadn't been served entirely out of good faith; her brotherhood being in shambles, she lacked the feeling of leadership. It hadn't entirely worn off on her, that belonging of being a part of something. There were no denying she had become the lone rider, but maybe this was an opportunity for a new beginning, "Have a think about it at least."
The airport was still. Well out the way of any major attention. Yet it remained large enough for Nicola's cargo plane. Her voice crackled over Vice's radio as they rolled through the perimetre fence...
<Meet the Nomad.>
A massive prototype cargo plane waited further down field ferried into place for take off, "Damn. There's a few infected around the cargo bay. Help me take'em out, will you," Curse's shadow passed over the trucks high beam for a split second, heading toward the zombies.
Pulling up a safe distance from the pack, Nicola climbed into the passenger seat and stepped out, utilizing the door to aim. She had changed sides with her car so that no ejected casings had the opportunity to leave marks on Curse.
KA-THACK ... KA-THACK
The suppressor muffled P90 reports; easy, silent head shots cut through each walker, laying them to rest. Once each zombie had its day Nicola remotely opened the rear hold of the two story tall jet, letting Lucas roll his rides inside.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 29, 2011 14:10:01 GMT -5
Lucky stayed silent as Nic offered the ride out west. It took a second to sink in that she must have a plane waiting for her at the airport. A short drive later they rolled through the gates and onto the runways. Nic made it obveious which ride was there's. As they got nearer Nic came in over the radio. "Damn. There's a few infected around the cargo bay. Help me take'em out, will you." Lucky didnt need to be told twice he rolled his truck toward the rear of the ride and stuck his pistol out the window. The Raffica peppered forth a few bursts dropping several undead. It was then that he picked up his radio. "If that offer still stands I'd be glad to ride with you."
The shorter, out of the way of the cops ride was welcome. Plus it was nice to be in a team again. It made him miss riding with his old group, then the face of an old friend flashed into his mind. He shook his head out of the clouds in time to see his answer. The cargo bay doors opened up on the massive plane allowing him entrance. With a rumble the truck made its way up and into the plane, a tight fit but the driver made it look like he'd done it several times before. Once he was in place he shut down the big motor and locked up all the brakes. He squeezed out of his high perch and onto the planes metal flooring. Straps lined the walls obviously left around to tiedown any vehicles. Glad to keep his convoy secure he strapped it down from the front, sides, and rear before heading toward the way he had entered to see if Nic needed help with anything.
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