Arkaym
Zombie Hunter
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Post by Arkaym on Jun 10, 2011 14:52:49 GMT -5
Richard led his band of four other mercenaries into the bus station carefully. They had no idea where to look for the missing girl they had been hired to find, but killing zombies was good stress relief after the long helicopter ride to get here.
Richard led the group, pistol in hand. Behind him, stood the veteran, who seemed to be the mercenary that was kindest to Richard and accepted his makeshift position was leader. Watching their back was the punk with the shotgun, and the psycho with the sniper rifle stayed in formation in the middle of the group.
They'd lost the cocky youngster shortly after entering Raccoon; they'd fired too many bullets and had acquired a huge horde. After the rest of them escaped, they'd found themselves at some sort of bus station. Ever wary, each of them scanned the surrounding area carefully.
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Post by mistersandman on Jun 10, 2011 16:19:55 GMT -5
He glared through the old dusty window of one of the wrecked busses, watching the group proceed through the station. He looked for suspicious behavior, afterall not everyone one was friendly after the apacolypse. He waited for them to pass and quietly left the bus, he walked as silently as he could behind the group. Slowly getting closer and closer to the one in the back. His just before he was in reaching distance, his foot brushed an old tin can.
His heart jumped in his throat and he felt the adrenaline rush through his vaines. He raised his pistol at the soldier behind the rest of the group. The group had him outnumbered and outgunned, but he would at least take one of them by reflex. "What are soldier's doing here"?. He asked the group, all the while Staring at the man with the bandana, he assumed he was their leader. If they werent going to be scavengers... maybe, Tricell?, they seemed heavily equipped. He quickly began regretting his decision. The adrenaline left his body, It didn't seem like they intended on scavenging. But it was too late to turn back now...
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Arkaym
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Post by Arkaym on Jun 10, 2011 16:31:04 GMT -5
Richard glared at this new guy as he assumed that the punk was the leader of the group. Stepping forward, he responded to the soldier. ''I don't think your in any position to be asking questions, my friend.'' He glanced at the shotgun-wielding punk that had the stranger's gun aimed at him. ''You see this man, with the bandana? Your aiming at him. You could kill him, before we kill you.'' Then, a small smile settled on his face. ''Thing is, I don't care about this guy. He called me a punk. Go ahead, shoot him. Then we will shoot you and be on our merry way.'' From the back of the group, the veteran smiled. This kid, Richard, he showed promise. Most mercs freaked the first time they encountered a potential enemy, but this guy remained calm, it was impressive.
Richard finally raised his pistol, just a couple of feet from this stranger. ''Or you could lower that gun and we can have a civil conversation. For example.'' He suddenly raised his other hand, which held a photo of a teenage girl. ''You seen this girl?''
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Post by mistersandman on Jun 10, 2011 18:35:51 GMT -5
He wasn't one to be intimidated, he moved his pistol over to the speaker, before letting his arm drop. He slid the pistol in it's holster at his waist. "I havent seen another survivor since the resurface of the virus". He shifted his weight to his other foot and leaned his shoulder on the bus next to him, closing his eye's for a moment in discomfort. He couldn't believe it still hurt, "now there's nothing left to talk about. You should leave" he said boldly.
He could here a moan not far off, "damnit... you attracted a crowd before you got here didn't you" he felt a wave of hate travel through his body, first humans he had met in a while and they had already lost him his shelter, more would come. He looked back toward the gate, he had everything on him... He wondered if he could go with them. For the moment he reminded himself, untill he could find some where to fortify and stay. "Take me and i'l help you, your getting paid. I dont need money just a change of scenery, well now i do, he spat the words bitterly. He halfway didn't care what they said, the jepordy of his life almost wasn't worth the loss of one more percent of his dignity. He had survived so far, but their were B.O.W's around here, somewhere... he had heard the noises for days they were everywhere he couldn't see. In his condition, as much as he hated to admit it. He couldn't take a Mutated infection on alone..., he looked toward the mercenaries waiting for his answer.
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Arkaym
Zombie Hunter
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Post by Arkaym on Jun 15, 2011 9:38:27 GMT -5
Richard smirked. ''Yeah, we attracted a crowd. So? We've got big guns; they've got nothing but tooth and nail to fight back with.'' Just as he finished speaking, the veteran in the back of the group got off the phone. ''Hey kid, a call just came in. Much better job, paying about three times more, just came in. We gotta get to some derelict base of a group called the Union of Patriots. Only opposition will be base defenses. I already accepted it.'' Richard laughed at the brash nature of his team mate, accepting the job already, knowing Richard would take the job with more pay. ''Alright! We're moving out; let's get to a clear area for evac.'' As the group began to move out, he turned to this man they'd encountered at the bus station. ''...You still want to come with us? We just lost a man earlier, we could do with someone to complete the team, temporarily. I'll give you 10% of the fee, which is still a lot.''
[Richard's team have left the bus station, now at the Union of Patriots Base.]
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Post by mistersandman on Jun 16, 2011 14:38:40 GMT -5
It only takes one of the two to get you..., he thought. While they had heavy weapons he was fairly light eqiupment wise. He was caught off gaurd when the offer to join their group had arisen. What did he need money for nowdays?. He instantly thought of the supplies to be bought via the money alot of scrap metal... He wondered what exactly 10 percent meant, and if their idea's of alot varied. "Alright you've got a deal, But it better be worth it".
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