Marc Firewing
Zombie Hunter
The Chicago Typewriter
Zombie Hunter Extraordinaire.
Posts: 227
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Post by Marc Firewing on Jun 5, 2011 19:37:16 GMT -5
"Sorry guys. Would love to stay and chat, but I forgot I had an appointment with life."
He took the light stick and shoved it into his backpack before taking a leap off the edge with her as they plummeted into the darkness below. Holding his breath, he felt the sewer water splash about him as they'd been lucky enough to land in a large pool of it. Well, it more or less depended how you defined 'lucky'. Swimming up to the surface, he gasped for air as he turned the light stick on and began to search the area around them.
"Angela?! You there?!"
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 5, 2011 19:41:17 GMT -5
Angela had felt herself sinking in dirty water with multiple plops an splases around them.She'd thrusted her head above water, gasping for air. She could hear Marc's voice, calling for her and before long she could se the faint glow around his face further away. She'd coughed a little and started swimming toward him.
"I'm here! I'm...I'm here!" she told him.
As she did, she'dfelt something stick to the back of her neck. She'd grasped at it, feeling something fat and slick. Pulling it off, she'd realized it was a damn leech. She cringed and started swimming faster.
"The leeches are dropping in for a snack!" she told them as serious as she could, though in the back of her mind, she'd griped at herself for the cheesy remark.
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Marc Firewing
Zombie Hunter
The Chicago Typewriter
Zombie Hunter Extraordinaire.
Posts: 227
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Post by Marc Firewing on Jun 5, 2011 19:49:47 GMT -5
"Well then let's get the hell out of here before we become leech food."
He refrained from laughing at the cheesy comment, and even the stupid line he said in departing from the leech creatures. He extended his arm out and began lighting the way as he swam in a direction, doing his best to swim through the water without puking and adding to the sewage. The scent was bearable only due to the amount of dead flesh he had to smell above the surface. After a few minutes of swimming, a ladder came into view which led up to even more of the sewer.
"We should be able to get into the tunnels beneath the street from up there. You go first."
The faint sounds of leeches had stopped as he blinked for a moment. Suddenly he was pulled beneath and into the depths of the large lake of sewage water. A large creature that seemed to be like a giant blue toad had been trying to swallow him by his legs. Trying to fight it off, Marc reached for his knife and reached down to begin stabbing at it. Blood seeping from the creature as it eventually let go and he swam to the surface.
"Get out of the water! NOW!"
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 5, 2011 20:03:46 GMT -5
Angela hadn't much time to think when Marc was violently jerked underwater. She could make out the light fading away deeper. Before long he'd resurfaced, loosing the light to the sewage water. He screamed out to get out of the water and he didn't need to tell her twice. She'd kept swimming blindly when her fingrs touched up against solid ground. She'd grasped at it nd pulled herself up, rolling onto her side and the stomach to grasp onto Marc's arms.
"C'mon, c'mon!" she told him as he'd gotten out. Both of them had been exasperated but couldn't rest for long. Leeches and apparently massive, hungry, frogs had been after them. Problem now was that it was pitch dark and the light Marc had was gone.
Shivering, Angela held onto herself, teeth chattering. "Wh-what do w-we do now...?" she asked.
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Marc Firewing
Zombie Hunter
The Chicago Typewriter
Zombie Hunter Extraordinaire.
Posts: 227
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Post by Marc Firewing on Jun 5, 2011 20:12:28 GMT -5
Upon pulling himself out into the tunnel, he exhaled heavily as he reached into his backpack and dug around inside it. He pulled out a Zippo lighter and opened it as he started flicking the wheel. Suddenly a flame ignited that was small enough to light the area around them by a little. He breathed heavily as he looked over at her with a sheepish grin.
"We find a hotel room and shower, and maybe some fresh clothes. First, however, we need to re-disinfect that wound and add new gauze."
He placed the lighter on the floor and pulled out the rubbing alcohol again as he began to undo her bandages. He looked back towards the swimming toads as they began to fight amongst the leeches which gave them just enough time to do this and slip away unnoticed. Taking her hand, he unwrapped the gauze and poured a bit of rubbing alcohol onto it and took some of the fresh gauze that had been protected by the waterproof backpack as he wrapped the wound and sealed it again before picking up his lighter and continuing down into the depths of the sewer.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 5, 2011 20:25:26 GMT -5
"Thank you," Angela mentioned, gratefully. Continuing through the sewers, Angela kept her arms folded to provide warmth to her body. It was deathly silent save for the sounds of rushing water, the echoes of their steps and every now and then, the faint clicking of moths fluttering around the lighter.
Things seemed pretty clear enough. The silence had been torture, however. After a while, Angela glanced up at Marc tilting her head a bit.
"What did you use to do before the outbreak, Marc?" she asked. She suddenly knitted her brows together, timidly. "If you don't mind my asking," she quickly added.
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Marc Firewing
Zombie Hunter
The Chicago Typewriter
Zombie Hunter Extraordinaire.
Posts: 227
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Post by Marc Firewing on Jun 5, 2011 20:32:19 GMT -5
The silence was great, it helped him think of where they could go. He'd been to D.C. before once a few years prior during the previous outbreak. However, things had definitely changed, and if he knew where they were then the direction they were heading would most likely lead them to an abandoned hotel which should have at least had a few rooms still active. Suddenly the silence was broken by her question, his attention shifting to her before chuckling somewhat.
"Used to be a cop back before the first outbreak in 1998. Was trying to join the S.T.A.R.S. branch out in Los Angeles, but got rejected several times. What about you?"
After a few moments, they'd reached a manhole as which he closed the lighter and he looked up at it. Starting to climb the ladder in the dark, he gently placed his hands against the cover and began to lift slowly where a dim light entered the sewer. As he stepped up, he reached his hand down to help her out before moving the manhole cover back into place to keep the creatures from following.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 5, 2011 20:41:50 GMT -5
Angela nodded a bit as she listened to him. Eventually they'd gotten out of the sewers and as such, she'd brushed herself off and flt a bigger chill from the exposure to the outside elements. He'd asked her about herself. There wasn't much to tell but she'd try to make herself sound interesting.
"I was a classical composer. I'd barely finished with Juilliard a year or two ago, started to go somewhere and then this happened. Not very interesting, is it?" she asked as they started moving down the road behind him.
"So why didn't you get into S.T.A.R.S.?"
She grimaced. That was incredbly nosey of her and she knew it. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be nosey, just trying to keep conversation going so we don't freeze to death," she explained.
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Marc Firewing
Zombie Hunter
The Chicago Typewriter
Zombie Hunter Extraordinaire.
Posts: 227
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Post by Marc Firewing on Jun 5, 2011 20:58:49 GMT -5
"Relax, if we're in the right hotel then I should have a room with some extra clothes still in use here and maybe an extra weapon or two." He avoided the S.T.A.R.S. question mainly because it had to do with the scar that was on his back. A story for another time, Marc brought his dripping wet handgun off its holster and aimed it out around the room. It was the basement of a building which was empty and quiet, his body moving to the door and opening the door to reveal the lobby of a hotel. It was quiet and empty, save for the few wandering infected zombies that were on the other side of the lobby. "Room 304." He stated to her quietly as he began to move slowly across the room to the reception desk and hopped over it to begin fumbling for the keycards and taking the one he'd needed. He'd quietly lurked his way towards the stairs as he began to ascend them to reach the third floor and find the hotel room. (Moving back to Main Street since it seems more appropriate for where we are now.)
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