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Post by thegunny on Feb 6, 2009 19:00:41 GMT -5
DEREK MAY
Captain Squires barked out into his headset, reading off fresh orders
Sergeant May! Take the remainder of the platoon and bulldoze your way to the newly marked objective on your H.U.D Zebra and immediately clear out the GAP store there that is being used as a safehouse by terrorists reportedly to be responsible for this outbreak. Double time it! Make sure to police the bodies and gather intel! I want some high ranking prisoners! ------------------------------------------------------ MIKEY
Sergeant Middleton, Watson, and Samuel Winters all approached the civilian recruits and the Vitharr team, slowing to a stop. The orders filtered into their H.U.D on why they were here, and Captain Payne nodded as he looked at Sergeant Middleton who was a good friend of his
The civvies are yours, Sergeant. Watson, I imagine you and Winters will be able to take care of Yates.
Sergeant Middleton barks out
The platoon is mine, Sir.
Watson replied in kind, replying enthusiastically that they could take care of yates just fine. The Vitharr team then turned and started to make its way out of the tunnels to be re-deployed in order to seize the power generator. Watson looked around and thought aloud
Which one is Yates?
Middleton's head turns dreadfully slow, as if Watson's stupidy did not deserve a dynamic effort from his neck to make sure he was looking at him, and said in a low, scornful, condescending, clear, serious, commanding, and slow voice
The chick, dumba**.
The "chick" was quite apparently Yates because her Odin branch team indicator had her recently added in name hovering above her head in glowing bold text impossible to miss, quite apparently labeling her Yates. None of the others had names over their heads, so Watson had indeed looked like a complete dumba** asking that. And he was supposed to be the best pointman in the T.F.P.... and indeed he was, ever since Smith died in action. That meant he was one of the d**n best pointmen around. He cocked his AA-12 and waved for her to come forward to him and Sasquatch, looking at Sasquatch and saying in a commanding voice but not nearly as gruff, coarse, harsh, or scowling as Middle-ton's
Sasquatch, look alive. I bet theres some things that'll be attracted by so much meat in one place.
With Watson, that statement was hard to figure out what he meant; was he suggesting that most of the men around here were worthless cows here just to fill up space and provide some manpower(Denoting they were plebe maggots, as you would expect some NCO's to do sometimes), or that they were just pigs and cows being shepherded into dying for other people rather then themselves(A subtle way of saying "This mission f**king sucks, I have no idea why we're doing this crap), or the two most likely ones; that they were all just hunks of meat for these beasts to eat and gnaw on, or that this was a complete sausage fest. The last one would probably seem the most like him.
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Post by Mikey on Feb 12, 2009 22:53:56 GMT -5
Samuel "Sasquatch" Winters couldnt help but scoff at Watson. For what wasnt the first time, he stopped and wondered how in the flying fu*k this guy was his superior. But still, he was steps above being under Middleton. Samuel didnt know why, but when he thought of Middleton, he thought of a steriotypical badass marine who could rip a human's lyrynx out with two fingers. In the back of his mind he knew that that was an immpossible feat. He was even about a foot taller and about a hundred pounds heavier, and he was willing to bet, secretly, that he was stronger, but it still stayed with him and urged him to stay in line.
When he heard the order to stay sharp, he responded with a quick "Yessir" and spun to watch their backs. He'd be happy when Middleton left. Then, he'd probably be able to have a bit more input that just saying "Yessir" at every fricken turn.
His seven foot two inch three hundred pound frame heafted the Ultimax Mk. 2 like it was a toy, holding it to his shoulder to get a slight raise in accuracy. If he really wanted to be accurate, he'd have pulled out his .44, but he could just imagine the hell he'd catch if Middleton saw the designated SAW operator hang up his SAW and pull out a six shooter.
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Post by thegunny on Feb 21, 2009 11:39:52 GMT -5
OOC: Lets get this fired up again somehow. Yates is becoming a no-show, we can't let that freeze and lock us down.
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Post by Mikey on Feb 24, 2009 6:44:54 GMT -5
(Far as I can tell, it's only you and me, man. So...your post.)
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Post by thegunny on Feb 25, 2009 21:51:11 GMT -5
as Doctor Agent woman lady Yates walked around examining the dead mutated hunters and examining the zombies, Watson and Samuel Winters covered her. Within a few moments, the T.F.P battle.net was being flooded beyond belief with communciations coming in from familiar voices and old faces, former brothers in arms and steadfast comrades, until finally an all hands Text-message came down and popped up on everyone's H.U.D, some people having to pause before they could access the email-ish text they got. Task force pantheon Reunion party, 2012. We stand united again and united we are strong. The bands about to play, so lets rock this party operators.
Stand fast, stand strong, stand smart,
praeter opiniones omnium It brought nostalgic, sentimental feelings from many of the "old dogs" of the T.F.P who had been around before and after the split up of the once mighty task force, and the message explained to them exactly what had come to pass; the T.F.P had formally merged with the 1st pacific joint strike force, which was now pouring into the city and subway not as the 1st pacific joint strike force, but as task force pantheon operators. They were a whole again, and they were about to kick a** and take names with their buddies, and the whole world better look out, cause now the T.F.P was back and ready to "Rock this party". Every man who had gone through the assimilation into the T.F.P understood the text fully; they were ALL operators, meaning that ALL OF THEM, regardless of their former unit were special forces. They were the elite of the elite. They were the d**n best at what ever they do, and as long as they "Stand fast" and never give in, they would follow their motto; "Praeter opiniones Omnium". Against all odds and everyones expectations, the T.F.P would be able to achieve the impossible. Squires, essentially the oldest of the old dogs in the T.F.P, smiled and grinned as he thought about old friends that had been ripped from the T.F.P and sent off else where. Squires' heart was whole again and he could stop griping about cut deductions and roster slashings. The men around Squires jerked all their heads at him as he pumps his fist in the air and lets out a booming, truimphantF**K YEAH MOTHER F**KERS! LETS ROCK THIS S**T! RAISE THE ROOF, RAISE THE F**KING ROOF MEN!No sooner had Squires made such a big deal about the boner he had for the T.F.P's little "Reunion party", the gunfire that had been sporadic and widespread as they fought for the tunnels of the subway and the shopping areas became a near constant rat-rat-rat-rat with the underlying "Tat tat ping ping" and sickening sound of flesh being hit hard, the sporadic gunfire entering into a deafening crescendo as a full reinstated T.F.P combat battalion stormed the shopping areas guns blazing. Major Jack "Kanga" Rew, commander of the 3rd battalion and reknown for his skill as a brawler in the T.F.P, another old dog, reported over the radioCaptain Squires, third battalion is entering your A.O. Commencing sweeping operations. Gather your men and begin a siege, and then dynamic entry of the terrorist safe house in the GAP clothing area, you old fart Squires grinned and repliedAye aye sir. Old fart my ass, you balding b*stardMajor "Kanga" Rew merely grinned, letting Squires get away with what he said just once since they were talking on a private command channel meaning it was pretty much just him and Squires. He was just glad to be working with Ol Squires, Alvarez, and Jones again. Third battalions onslaught was merciless, within the first minutes the battallion was already starting to make itself a target for the Hague court of war crimes for genocide. The T.F.P overnight had reached its full mobilization standards that it had had in the pre-2009 years. The command structure of the T.F.P was soon flooded with reorganizing the T.F.P to its former layout, having to accomdate thousands of new personnel, equipment, inventory, and rebuild the command chain. So for now, the T.F.P high command was effectively cut off and the men on the ground in the subway on company and platoon level and single battalion would have to make the shots and collaborate amongst themselves. It was a hodge-podge of s**t, because they still had hundreds of national guardsmen to include. But right now, it was an all out blitzkrieg of the subways and they weren't going to be able to stop and regroup until they stormed and seized every objective in the subway. For now, they'd have to improvise. Thats what the T.F.P was good for, and it's NCO's were reknownedly good, so the absence of a high command was no problem. The high command planned rather then start instuting changes while they were still fighting to reduce confusion. Squires barked into his headsetALL UNITS UNDER THE COMMAND OF CAPTAIN ERIC SQUIRES, REGROUP ON COLONEL JONES POSITION, AND THEN START MAKING YOUR WAY TOWARDS THE GAP STORE!Squires was already set up and watching the GAP store from afar, his bullpup sniper rifle already pulled out and on the lookout for a head that popped out and became exposed. He stared down the scope of his AMP DSR-1, 4 rounds of .338 Lapua magnum loaded for semi automatic fire. On the ground ready to be swiftly picked up and used was his Kreb KTR-03S custom AK-47 in case he had to defend himself from a close up attack, but he had Pueblo Alvarez next to him with his FN SLP semi automatic 12 gauge shotgun, and Knights armory KAC PDW, already fending off anything that wasn't "alive" wandering towards them. Squires' commander beacon was activated, as was Pueblo Alvarez's, designating their positions as the platoon's current rally point. Once everyone was gathered up, they got into a defense position to "seige" the GAP, and prepare a dynamic entry plan.Alright operators, we're going to do a power shift flood. We'll breach and get into the GAP shop, and the first two men will split up and go to the left and right corners. Everyone will follow them and line up horizontally. Then First and 2nd squad will snake along the left of the room when I give the order "POwer shift!", and 3rd and fourth will snake along the wall when I say "power shift" at the same time. Clear the barricades on the sides of the room, and fire into the hostiles in the middle or the hostiles ahead. Be careful of crossfire. Sasquatch and Jackson, your on point with your MK4's. Watson, breach on Sasquatch's signals. Squires kept looking through his scope, confirming the barricades and double doors were still clean, and growled into his headsetPile up. www.cqb-team.com/Power%20Shift%20Flood.html
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Post by Mikey on Feb 26, 2009 2:53:27 GMT -5
Samuel took his place against the wall in front of the pile, looking at Jackson in front of him as they prepared to break in and fu*k the terrorists who thought they were safe three ways to Sunday. He waved his hand and wanted Watson get into position and load a breeching round into his chamber to take care of the lock.
"I always hated this place..." Samuel whispered, catching a grin from Jackson and Watson. "Breech." He said in a whisper, and the silence was broken by the shotgun blast as a hole was blown into the lock by the otherwise harmless lead powder of the shell.
Playing the part of Watson's job, as the first of two pointmen, he entered on the left and went right. They passed what looked like a huge mass of product and racks meant to funnel the undead to the sides into a killing field that now proved to be their undoing against armed and trained assailents. Samuel entered looking for a target, crouched when he got as far as he could, and fired at the first target who presented itself. The other men of the now reunited Task Force Pantheon followed suit. The terrorists never stood a chance.
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Post by thegunny on Feb 28, 2009 0:24:34 GMT -5
The terrorists didn't stand a chance. They'd barricaded up and stayed behind the barricades, they hadn't got themselves into a very effective defensive position because they were so stuck to their estabilished anti-zombie defenses. The teams entered after flash and stun grenades were thrown in, and the automatic riflemen went in first. That meant that the terrorists were being suppressed and peppered to hell near constantly, and every time a man came in behind them another 600+ rounds a minute would be added. Soon it was to the point you could walk on the wall of lead being tossed down range if you tried, the terrorists were going down left or right either dead, wounded, or just hiding. Squires barked out
POWER SHIFT!
The team's then moved, following his orders, snaking up along the wall and getting the terrorists stuck in a cross fire. Sergeant Middleton barked out to his squad, which had been handed grenades from other teams
THIRD SQUAD, TOSS EM!
Within a few moments, all 7 men of third squad had tossed 3 frag and 2 HE grenades per, wiping the terrorists out completely, excluding others scattered about the GAP store. The ones that survived were hunted down, overwhelmed, and hauled away to be interrogated by the men of 3rd battalion(Which had Odin operatives attached), and which was busy prepping the new residential zone. Squires and the team helped mop and police the shopping areas up, hours passing by, before finally getting their new assignments. First battalion was to go surface and engage in survivor search and rescue operations. In the T.F.P manual, this meant going in with overwhelming first, making a lot of noise, and killing every infected that gets in the way. "Search and rescue ops" were misdenamoers, mainly meant for public relations reasons or publicity. The actual search and rescue part of it was only a secondary objective; the liquidation of the infected they encounter along the way was actually the intended objective. In short, a famous quote is enough to sum up the purpose of the search and rescue ops; “Focus on the journey, not the destination. Joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it.” The survivors were the destination, but focus on killing every mother f**king b*stard that tries to bite you you meet along the way. Squires orders third squad(Middleton, Watson, Ackland, Garza, Sasquatch,and mostly nondescript N.P.C's) to head towards the hospital. Squires then takes 4th squad to the R.P.D station, and the last two squads start heading out on their own.
(Squires is now in the RPD Station) (Samuel Winters is now in the Raccoon city hospital)
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 10, 2009 15:02:02 GMT -5
ooc: Joe enters the central subway
The car pulled up and the driver stepped out with Joe, handing him a flashlight.
"Okay buddy, the tunnels are the fastest way to where you need to go."
They walked down a flight of steps to one of the terminals, looking at the line maps.
"Okay, this should help you out, just memorise this and watch yourself, lots of crazy crap in these tunnels. You got a gun?"
"Nope. But it's fine, if someone shoots at me, I'll have the moral high ground."
The driver headed back up to the street level. "Uh, yeah, good luck with that then. I'll see ya if you survive."
Joe stepped down onto the tracks, trying to focus his eyes to get used to the dark, following one of the tunnels towards Racoon city centre.
He followed the map from memory as best he could, keeping the flashlight off as much as possible, trying to avoid attention from whatever was making sounds from the other tunnels. Moaning down one, scuttling down another and gunfire down a third. Seems everything was either not looking for help or more than capable of helping themselves.
After about a half hour of walking Joe found the subway station for the city centre, hopping back up to the platform, past the turnstyles and up the stairs to the surface.
ooc: Joe is now in Racoon City centre.
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xxthearcang31xx
Zombie Hunter
You know who I am, what I am, and why I'm here, I'm freakin' DEATH!
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Post by xxthearcang31xx on Aug 7, 2009 18:59:35 GMT -5
[Matthews enters the Central subway]
Upon entering the subway, Matthews was greeted by three zombies staggering toward him. Quickly considering the situation, Matthews jerked into action as the walking corpses came within ten feet of him, Matthew whipped out his colt .45, put two bullets into the brain of the zombie on the left of the trio, and re-holstered his sidearm.
'One...'
Next, he drew his shotgun and charged the zombie on the right, first bashing him in the face with the butt of the gun and then putting the barrel to the chin of his staggered foe and liberating his head from his shoulders. His back to the third zombie he put the shotgun away...
'Two...'
Drawing his knife he ducked under the flailing arm of his opponent, put the enemy into a headlock, and slit its throat. Seeing that the thing was still struggling Matthews gave its head a quick twist, breaking its neck and effectively killing it...
'Three...' he almost thought with a smile, ALMOST...
Wiping his knife off on the jacket of its newest victim, Matthews sheathed the buck knife and adjusted his shades, which had become askew during the fight. Walking over to the nearest bench, Matthews took a mental inventory of what he had ammo-wise.
'Hmm, 97 rounds for the colt, 49 for the Remington, and the knife is still in good condition...' Looking around he noticed the platform number in faded paint on the wall, #6... "Sigh... I remember this place, this is where George called me for that meeting..."
[Flashback] The date was April 20th, 2011. It was a rainy day in Raccoon City, the water dripping from the roofs of cars and buildings, hobos took shelter in the subway, the people simply went about their business as usual, only now they were b*tching about the rain too.
Matthews was deep in thought, 'God, of all the days to call a meeting, it had to be today. Gotta hand it to George, guy's gotta twisted sense of timing.' as he descended the stairs into the subway. 'Must be somethin big, he only called a few of us, wonder what's up...' As he made his way to the designated meeting place; platform 6. Matthews recalled that a lot of the members of 'The End of Day' had been treating him funny for a while, he had thought they were a bit ****ed that he'd been too injured to be there for the last gang fight, they'd lost a member that day; Fred Nugent. He thought they blamed Fred's death on him, if so, then he assumed that his sorry ass was close to being on the chopping block, they wouldn't kill him, but they'd probably beat him, and if it happened again within the year, the they would kill him.
Still knowing what he'd be walking into, Matthews stepped onto the platform with his head high and his trademark scowl showing. As he approached he noticed they were in a light crowd, with a single path going down the center, leading to George on the far side.
'Yep, I'm on the chopping block... s***...' he thought as he walked that narrow path up to George. It seemed to go on forever as he trudged the path trying to avoid the eyes of his fellow gang-mates. Until he got to George it didn't occur to him that it wasn't the scowl of a man about to punish another severely for his actions on George's face, it was a smirk...
'The Hell?'
"Sigh, I'm here George, what'd you want?" 'Though I think I got a good idea...'
"Matthews, you were not present at our last little... conflict..."
"I already told you, I felt like s*** for the past several days, all I woulda done is suck and die like Fred did!!!"
"Do you know how Fred died Matthews?" George yelled.
"He was shot in the back, what's there to know?"
"How about who shot him, or better who HE was shooting at?"
"Go on..."
"You had advised me against keeping Fred around, saying quote on quote that you 'felt that something was off about him...'"
"I didn't bail on th fight to get him killed for God's sake!!! I-"
"YOU, were recovering back home, you looked like death that day from what the others said about you... I think you've gotten the wrong impression about this meeting Matthews."
"Explain then..." replied Matthews, dumbstruck.
"About one minute into the fight, Fred turned on us, whipped out a gun and wounded Yates, Thomas, and McConnor, and he almost killed me. Probably would've if I hadn't thought about what you'd said. Your gut feelings never lead us wrong in the past and they sure as Hell didn't fail us this time."
"So, what, you called me in here to thank me?"
"And more, Matthews, you and I know that these fights have been heating up quite a bit lately, something could happen to one of us, even me... We need a second-in-command, and I'm appointing you..."
"Damn, you serious?"
"As serious as it gets man, congratulations..." He said this while beginning to applaud, which the crowd followed suit and applauded as well with a few 'Hell YEAHS' and 'Way to go dudes' here and there.
"I just got one question though..."
"Shoot."
"That's just it, who shot Fred?"
The smirk fell from George's face like a rock off a cliff... "It was Amy dude..."
silence...
"You better go see her man, she ain't takin' it too well..."
Matthews took off without a word, pushing and shoving his way through the crowd as he went...
[End Flashback]
'Goddammit... What a day that was...'
Matthews then sat down, reached into his pack and pulled out a can of Dr. Pepper and proceeded to drink while he thought...
Upon finishing the can, he crushed it under his foot, stood up and began to walk back to the stairs out of the subway, only to be confronted by about five large flea-like creatures no taller than his knees.
"(sigh) No rest for the weary I see, whatever..." He spoke as he drew his colt and took aim.
"Come on, make my day..."
The first of the creatures leaped forth, and was quickly halted by three rounds in its torso, followed by a fourth round fired into one of its comrades behind it as it reared up to jump next, the shot imploded its face and sent the critter rolling a few yards before stopping on its side. The remaining three creatures had surrounded Matthews, recognizing that he was surrounded he slowly turned his head and kept his ears peeled for the slightest sound of movement to indicate which one was going to attack next. Sensing movement by the slight pitter of insectoid legs against the pavement, he turned with his colt on its side and bashed the bugger away with the butt of the pistol, down but not quite out. The commotion seemed to stir the other two as they suddenly sprang into action both leaping at the same time, Mathews drew his knife in his left-hand and stabbed one mid-jump and fired the colt point-blank into the other's face, killing them both. Upon removing the one from his knife Matthews was almost knocked from his feet as the one he had pistol-whipped had pounced him again this time finding its mark on the back of his neck. Matthews shook furiously trying to free himself from the beast, and when it finally came loose he was feeling a bit light-headed from the little blood-sucker's attack.
However the sight that greeted him upon turning to face the minor annoyance was not what he had expected at all, the little beast that had barely been knee-high to him before was now as tall as him and about three to five times as wide as himself now. As the beast lunged Matthews dove out of the way landing on his stomach, his arms in front of him. Getting up he sheathed the knife and holstered the colt and tried to whip out his shotgun, tried being the operative term as it snagged on the strap that it was placed on as he feared it may.
"Son of a b*tch, why, why now of all times?!?!" He yelled trying to free the weapon from the tangle in his jacket and the strap. He looked up just as the beast had turned to face him and pounced again, knocking him to the ground and pinning him down. Matthews struggled with the thing trying to keep it from puncturing his face with its blood-sucking proboscis. Right hand on the creatures face, left hand pinned beneath him trying to get the shotgun. Finally working the gun free he brought the barrel up to its face. 'This is gonna hurt...' he thought as he fired the gun one-handed, it did hurt, his left hand exploded in pain up his entire left arm from the force, but the blast did its job, the damn things head all but disappeared from the hit, and it fell lifeless onto its side with a slight push from Matthews to aid it.
Getting up Matthews took a look at his left hand, wincing at the pain, but relieved that there appeared to be no damage other than the pain he felt. 'f**king flea...' he thought with a wince...
Putting his gun away, he left the station and headed back to the airport...
[Cody Matthews has left the Central Subway and Gone to the Airport]
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 3, 2011 10:06:42 GMT -5
[Gris and Lilly enter the Central Subway Entrance]
Sanders pulled the truck up to the entrance of the Subway and stopped, but he kept it running and didn't get out. Instead he opened the window between the cab and the reinforced back.
"So what's the plan?"
Lilly looked out the window and then at everyone in the back. "We stay in one group. I don't want to lose 5 people to gain 5 people. Sanders, I still want you and Ackers to stay with the truck. Keep out exit open and clear. If you start to get too many walkers surrounding you, let me know and then drive off. Keep moving until we call for you. If anything, go to the parking garage and hole up there."
"The rest of us will be going in armed. If you haven't already, attach a tactical light to your weapon." Lilly pointed to the map that she had of the subway tunnels. Just another gift from the military.
"The last we heard from the group, they were holed up here at the transfer station. Now this area was recently cleaned out and housed a group known as "Task Force Patheon", but they have been very quiet since that time. We could run into walkers, the TFP agents, raiders, survivors or all of the above. If it gets too hairy in there, then we just back out."
Lilly looked over at Gris, then at Brooks and Collins.
"Any Questions?"
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Post by Dark Nomad on Nov 4, 2011 20:01:51 GMT -5
Gris just simply shook his head. No time for joking, the was a serious mission. Many lives were at risk and Gris knew this. He checked the tac light already on his newly aquired rifle. He readied himself to follow the group. He always wondered how this was done and hoped they all would stack up, keeping contact with each other rather than splitting up.
If it was raiders or creatures then they were in for a fight. If it was just gathering a group of people, Gris hoped someone would have musical talent.
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Ba'al followed the Shadows as they followed the truck. As it pulled into the fortified hotel, the group of monsters hid in an alley way just out of view. They had kept out of sight from the snipers and didn't want to die from attacking a castle. After ten minutes, the truck pulled out again and drove away. The pack followed the truck until it pulled to a stop. The pack hid in the shadows and waited.
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 7, 2011 17:35:40 GMT -5
((ooc - Brooks and Collins are expendible for this mission, just don't kill us all up front))
There were no questions so Lilly opened the back door and hopped out. She immediately pointed her weapon around to scan for walkers, but currently they were a ways away. Then she scanned the steps that took them down to the subway.
It was like staring into the entrance of hell itself. She started down the steps, stopping every so often to listen for sounds of movement.
"Don't shoot unless you absolutely need to", she whispered. Conserving ammo was extremely important. You didn't want to get in a shootout and not have ammo. Plus, the more they shot, they faster the undead would converge on them.
At the bottom of the steps, Lilly encounted an undead. Before it could moan, she had her machete out and slammed the blade down on its skull. It cracked through the bone and destroyed the brain. The undead dropped to the ground and Lilly continued on.
The lights of the others added to hers, as Brooks and Collins spread out a bit to cover the rest of the group. Up ahead, the corridor narrowed to the turnstalls that let people into the subway area. Beyond it was nothing but blackness.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Nov 21, 2011 13:25:17 GMT -5
Gris followed the group, light shining from his rifle's tac light, he stuck to the middle of the four. He was nervous but a few deep breaths steadied his nerves. Gris made his way through the turn stalls and kept his eye on the dark. Only God knew what was hiding in it. He didn't lower his weapon for a second as he climbed over the turn stall that was locked in place. Of course he picked the wrong one to go through but it didn't matter since he still got through.
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Ba'al made his way to another set of stairs about a block away and entered the subway. The Shadows turned black as the darkes night. The pale figure walked through the darkness followed by the black curtain of death.
(Sorry I took so long. I recently lost a friend and have not been in the mood to rp til today)
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 21, 2011 14:32:14 GMT -5
(OOC - that's okay. Real Life takes precedence. I hope you are doing well... and your friend's family.)
Lilly lifted herself over the turnstyles and waited for Brooks and Collins to do the say. She motioned to the stairs that led further down and shown her light down the walkway. She whispered, but in the dead silence it seemed to echoe everywhere.
"The Transfer Area takes up two levels. So we will take the higher one first, which is down these stairs. If they are not there, then we need to get down to the lower level and check it out. Hopefully they haven't moved on."
Lilly sighted down her rifle and made her way to the edge of the stairs. At the top, she stooped down to pick up a piece of broken subway tile and tossed it down the stairs. It clattered down and finally came to a rest. Then she listened for a few minutes to see if it would stir up any undead. When nothing happened, she began to make her way down the stairs, sweeping her light from side to side, checking the footing as she went.
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Post by Rhinn on Jan 12, 2012 12:15:31 GMT -5
((With this thread stalling and being returned to 1998, I'm going to end this and go back to the Imperial Hotel.))
As Lilly and her squad advanced on the substation, they came across something that was slick and shiny in their lights that covered the ground. Stooping down, Lilly ran her gloved fingers through the substance and picked it up. It felt like pudding and smelled like rust. Lilly's stomach did a lurch as her heart sank. It was blood... reasonably fresh blood. She shown her lights at the substation control room where it was said that the survivors were holed up. The windows that were smashed were covered in blood and the door had been ripped off its hinges.
"Let's get out of here. There is no one to save." Lilly didn't know why, but she felt that if they didn't leave right now, they would not be leaving at all. Quickly they retreated up the stairs, calling for Sanders to retrieve them. As they climbed aboard, Lilly thought she saw some of the same creatures in the shadows that she saw at the Goodwill Store. It was something that she would definitely pass along to the military.
"Where's the survivors?" asked Sanders, looking in the back. Lilly just shook her head and he knew what that meant. Now back to base. They were just a little too late to help these people.
[Gris and Lilly head back to the Imperial Hotel from the Central Subway]
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