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Post by .Merios on Nov 18, 2008 16:40:59 GMT -5
This mall has become quite the tourist attraction over the years. Back when the original outbreak hit, it was demolished and looted thoroughly, leaving nothing of use behind. Over the years, it became a death trap for those looking for shelter. When the street sweeping teams went through and took care of any remaining creatures, it deemed the mall a failed building and soon sent it to the ground with a wrecking ball. A smaller more compact mall was put in it's place. Although it's still under construction on it's far west side (automotive repair and computer), the mall is still able to be shopped in what remains. There's a sub sandwich mart, a video game store, another food court, a large general store, a hunting shop, a clothes department and a kids play area. Although it's a bit worse for wear and somewhat looted, there are still treasures to be found.
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Post by programreaper on Nov 26, 2008 12:13:30 GMT -5
Faith looked around, trying to find someplace she could find a backpack in. She found a store that looked promising and ran to it. Looking around inside the store, she found a wall with a few packs still hanging form it. She grabbed the one that looked like it had the most space. It was black and golden yellow. Hopefully it wouldn't attract to much attention. She slipped the backpack on and ran back out of the store. Off in the distance she saw a hunting store. She ran for it.
She looked over the shelfs, trying to find a gun or bullets or even another knife, but she didn't see anything. She jumped over the counter to see if they had anything stashed behind it. There, a box of bullets. She grabbed them and examined them. Not handgun bullets, shotgun shells. She opened her backpack anyway, pulled out the balls of paper stuffed inside, and then threw in the shotgun shells, just in case she found a shotgun.
As she was walking out the door, she stepped on something round and slipped. Her head smacked into the tile floor, and her vision became blurred. She tried to get up, but she felt dizzy. She touched her hand to the back of her head. No blood, but it hurt like hell. She started to feel more dizzy, and then she blacked out.
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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Nov 27, 2008 23:35:43 GMT -5
The sounds made from slipping up and hitting the floor attracted several hideous things, looking around the mall in search for food. Silently, these things headed towards the sounds, hoping to find some nourshing meat to feast upon.[/b][/i]
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Post by programreaper on Nov 28, 2008 9:56:52 GMT -5
Faith woke up only a few minutes after passing out, and she was instantly greeted by the sound of blood-covered paws smacking on the tile. She Slowly stood up and backed into the hunting shop, reaching for her Glocks all the while. She pulled the firearms out of their holsters and readied herself for the oncoming attack.
She heard what sounded like something sniffing, very close by, and her grip tightened on her guns. She tried to make her breathing as quiet as possible, and once she did that, she was afraid the dogs could hear her racing heart. Finally deciding upon a plan of action, she threw herself around the corner, found the dogs, and began firing.
One bullet hit its mark dead center, right between the eyes of one of the infected canines, but the others were wasted as the dogs lunged at her. On bullet may have hit a dog in the leg, another may have clipped its side, but either way, she was back on the ground in seconds.
The dog would have ripped out her throat, but she fired off three rounds into its stomach and it ran away yelping, only to double back and stand by the other remaining dog. Faith knew she only had one option that might give her a chance, so she raised her weapons and fired. One bullet went straight through a dog's chest, while the other two popped into a dog's eye. Faith got up and ran for the nearest exit, afraid that she might have attracted more dogs by firing her gun.
Deciding it was the only place she was sure to find some kind of ammunition, Faith started walking to the Police Station. (Faith is now on her way to the Police Station.)
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Post by thegunny on Nov 29, 2008 14:00:05 GMT -5
Notes: The team is led by Captain Phillip "Pain" Payne(Foul mouthed, six foot 2, delta force, grenadier, muscular-built-like-a-tank, husky voice). Now has 11 men, with 4 new recruits, and is divided up into 3 fireteams, with the last fireteam being the sniper weapons team. They wear special suits and helmets--- imagine an O.D.S.T.
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The 11 men of the task force pantheon Vitharr B.O.W/tyrant hunter killer or search and capture team circled up around Captain Phillip "Pain" Payne, named so because of how much of a pain in the a** he could be or because of how much pain he could put you through if you crossed him. He was a pain this a pain that a pain in my friggin neck a thorn in my side and its painful... just as much to the enemy as the team in peace time training. But what ever he did, it worked, and kept the men ready for war time operations for the last 4 years. The Vitharr team was lucky enough they never got hit with budget cuts as hard as the rest of the task force. Payne was a big man, and although he was no longer the tallest guy around, he was built like a tank more then the "bigger" guys he'd met. He had a husky voice, intimidating and commanding atmosphere, and scowled frequently although he could also have a nuetral slight smile which would represent a laugh, grin or a smirk for him. Payne was good friends with Captain Squires, the two of them the "good" captains of the task force, compared to the still-active Captain Ramirez who thankfully hadn't been promoted past his paygrade to major. In his hands was overkill, or, a .50 beowulf 16.5 inch entry rifle accuracized and tricked the hell out for maximum performance, with a 34 round drum in place of a 12 round stanag magazine and an M203 loaded with M576 buckshot instead of the normal 40mm rounds a grenadier would carry. Even though he was just 6 foot 2 bordering 6 foot 3, being built like a tank doesn't mean you have to be as tall as one.
The men, clustered around him, had their helmets on or helmets off, sitting down standing up or sprawled out on the graciously and comfortably under-packed troop bay of a V-22 Osprey, which they about halfway filled up. No one else was in the troop bay but them. But none of them were suited down or relaxed anymore then helmets off and lying down. All weapons were loaded, suits except for the helmet sealed and closed, boots tied and ready to go, T.F.P exterminator combat system and battle.net updated, on, and ready to go(The T.F.P mastered and perfected variant of the U.S army land warrior system). Payne spoke up, turning around periodically to face all of the men, his helmet off, his strikingly blonde-nearly white flattop, scowl, and penetrating gray eyes exposed, seeming to look every man in the eye as he faced their direction with an illusion all N.C.O's picked up at one time. This captain, like Squires, never really got to be much of an officer in truth despite his rank. He spoke, his voice powerfully and naturally projected throughout the troop bay
If you see one of those f**king zombies run, you light that b*stard up, and if he gets away, tell the rest of your buddies about him, blast your way to the scumpit hes hiding in, and then shoot him, and shoot him again, and shoot him again, then beat him over the head with your gun until the s**t heads a bloody pulp, then stomp on him till hes a bloody pancake. Train train drill, thats all we've done for the past 4 f**king years, but thats about to change for the better. We've been doing levels in the simulator that were impossible for our lesser brethren. We all know what to do and we can all handle ourselves. None of these f**king runners get out. Every damn one of us get out. IS THAT CLEAR!?
the predictable and commonplace "SIR YES SIR"s rang out, mixed in with a few "Aye aye sirs" from two of their latest recruits, a navy seal and Thorton, a marine force recon operator. As they did so, the V-22 osprey started hovering low down nearly a foot off of the mall rooftop in a safe-clearing area, the ramp opening. As it did so, 4 zombies they had ignored started stumbling towards them, only to be shredded by the rear mounted M240G general purpose machine gun.
DEPLOY DEPLOY DEPLOY!
Everyone charged out of the V-22 osprey's troop bay, down the ramp, and touched down on the ground, moving across the roof rapidly to cluster around the exit leading down into the mall. The V-22 Osprey began to ascend before using its tilt rotor technology to switch to plane mode and fly away to refuel and come back when needed.
1st and second fireteams, secure that stairwell!
The captain hangs back with his sniper team, letting Thorton and the men handle themselves. If that d**n Mihailov was around, he'd be the one bossing around the fireteams, not Thorton.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 30, 2008 5:35:10 GMT -5
Thorton limped off the squad bay and surveyed the area. It was nice to be back in the sh*t. All that time of training with no hope of going to kill anything had gotten him rusty. Antsy. He had pitched the idea of the team doubling as an anti terrorist unit or something similer to the Big Three, but they wouldnt have any of it. Forget that sitting on a shelf was a waste of funds and they should be out doing something to earn the money that was being spent on them, but no. At least it had given him time to come and visit Andreya...
He snapped any thought of her from his mind and thought about the task ahead. If he was going to survive, he had to be in the here and now.
"Stack up." He ordered simply, and the men went to the door on the roof. They lined up against the walls and awaited further orders. Thorton took his place on one side, in front at a spot saved for him by the first man to line up on the right side. He had made it clear to everyone during training that he liked to cut in line. He reached out slowly and tested the doorknob. It was locked. He looked to the pointman, who was using an M1014. He nodded once, and the man nodded back, already knowing what he was going to do.
He stepped in front, aimed the shotgun, and with two lighting quick shots, blew the hinges off the door. He kicked it, and it went flying from it's hinges and down the stairs in front of the door. The metal door slid down the stairs and hit the wall, confirming the stairwell was empty.
"Clear!" He wispered sharply, and made a move to go in. Thorton followed, as did the others alternating from each side of the entryway. In less than 30 seconds, they reached the first door. Thorton looked to a man carrying a fifty and said "Dobson. Your in charge. You, you, and you, go with him. Sweep this floor and get down to the first when its clear." He said, having no problems with leaving four men to do a job that would have taken somewhere in the number of 20 to 30 regular Army grunts. He and his remaining three men went down the rest of the stairs to the first floor. They opened the door with no problem and fanned out into the entryway, watching all sides except the doorway they had just come from.
He heard three wisperes of "Clear" and repeated it. There was nothing that they could see. But, that meant that not only was it not clear, but that there was something worse than your average zombie milling about. "Move out, sweep every shop, every bathroom, even the fu*king fountain in the center. If one of those things comes at us from behind after this area has been cleared, its your a*s. Weapons free on everything that isnt our target or a civilian." He keyed his radio to talk to everyone listening to the channel and said "If anyone finds the big motherfu*ker that we are looking for, you stay clear and make a channel wide call. Everyone gets on site before anyone takes a shot, you got that?" He said, not needing to say that shots in self defense did not apply to that rule.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 5, 2008 19:09:38 GMT -5
The three men left behind as the others descended into the mall hurried along the roof, finally making their way to the extensive rooftop windows along the top of the mall. Several sections had some holes in them--- undoubtedly from an unspeakable struggle or undead stupidity. The men silently unpacked, two of them setting up for marksmen work, the last one breaking the silence as several zombies showed their faces--- only to be struck down by Captain Payne to maintain the security of their rooftop position. He quietly thought about something, and ordered U.A.V's and U.G.V's sent into the mall yesterday. The forces surrounding the mall complied. They'd need them for rapid tactical awareness and target acquisition once they made themselves known. ---------------------------------------- The mall was decisively packed. There were enough zombies that moving anywhere would require fighting and wading through the zombies. However, they weren't THAT packed. They were packed enough that they would have to keep moving, stick together as much as possible, and keep firing as they moved, but not enough that they'd be overrun. There might be a mild human wave effect, but nothing impossible. The reports of several pricks who were moving faster came in from their marksman. A cafe, several around the nearby fountain, a pizzeria, and a video store. All in close proximity. A total of 9 runners. No sight of "the one" yet. Picking apart his b*stard offspring was a good start though.
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Post by Mikey on Dec 5, 2008 19:52:43 GMT -5
Thorton listened to all the orders given from the roof and nodded answered with a sharp "Yessir". His men on the floor were busy, taking out the walkers who were...walking around. All of them were keeping an eye out for the runners, but so far the ones being called out to them from the roof were not being seen. But, in the typical fashion, bullets kept flying and taking out the monsters. Eventually, the runners would be seen or would be taken out accidently on purpose.
It wasnt long before they saw a small helicopter floating around or a box on wheels driving around. They harbored no weapons, simply cameras to inspect areas that were too small or too crowded with infected for the men to venture.
"Runner." One of the men wispered, aiming his weapon and getting a bead on the creature. He fired several shots and cut down the runner before it could get to cover. "Down." The man announced.
"Move up. We have eight more of these fu*ks over here." He said, and the men started moving foreward, taking shots as they did.
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Post by Zanza and Thor on Dec 23, 2008 17:20:26 GMT -5
Zanza entered the mall hoping to find some useful supplies or even a few zombies in which to use as target practice. He had his bow out with an arrow on the string. He moved slowly through the mall and looked for anything of value. As Zanza came upon a hunting shop he smiled, while he found himself unlikely to find any useful guns he might be able to find some arrows or maybe even a few stray 12-gauge shotgun shells.
"These people waste so much even when they are in need of it. Maybe these outbreaks are a sign from the spirits to clean up there act", Zanza was speaking only to himself cause he didn't see anyone around. He had gotten in this habit a lot lately having no one that could stand him for very long at least while he was on the hunt. Zanza entered the shop and as he expected found it heavily ransacked. He did however find another full quiver of arrows and a half empty box of shotgun shells.
"Proven right once again by the masses of American society", Zanza put his one arrow back in it's quiver and grabbed th box of shells. He counted about ten shells in all, that was two more full clips for his shotgun. He shook his head and put the box into the pouch with his extra magazines. He left the quiver hanging where it was though, it would just weigh him down and he had plenty of arrows as of now. He made a mental note to come back for it later.
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Post by Zanza and Thor on Dec 24, 2008 16:02:36 GMT -5
After rummaging through the mall for a few hours Zanza had yet to find anything else of use. He grabbed the supplies he had brought with him and took off from the mall heading to the sewers to avoid getting caught on the street.
(Zanza is now on his way to the sewers)
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Post by Lance on Mar 20, 2009 18:05:52 GMT -5
Lance saw a mall in the distance and drove up to it. When he got there Lance looked over at Tyrant and said, "you ready for another round boy? are ya?" Tyrant raised his head and let out a little bark. Lance smiled and reached for Tyrant but was stopped when he heard something slam up against he window of the driver side of the car. Lance turned around as quick as he could and saw a zombie that was up against the window of the car. Lance threw the car into drive and slammed his foot down on the gas peddle making the car peal out and drive off as fast as the car would go. After Lance had drove off the zombie fell forward on the ground. Lance slammed on the breaks and put the car in reverse and ran over the zombie killing it.
Once Lance was sure the zombie was dead he grabbed Tyrant and put him back in his coat and hoped out of the car with his 9mm in his hand. Lance scanned the area before he got out of the car to make sure that their wasnt any more zombies around. Then Lance reached into the back of the car and emptied the bag out except for the stuff he might need while he was inside. Then he hopped out of the car and walked into the mall cautiusly with his gun on point.
When Lance entered the mall he looked around for anything he might be able to use or if their was any zombies. As far as he could see their wasnt any zombies around. So he kept walking threw the mall looking for anything that he might be able to use. Lance walked into a cloths store to see what they had in the store. Lance looked threw the cloths racks and everything else to find a change of cloths. Lance found a change of cloths that he knew would fit him well and would be better then what he was wairing at the time.
Once Lance grabbed the cloths he threw them into his green bag and left the store and continued to look around the mall. Then he came to a sporting goods store. When he entered he saw three infected dogs smelling around. Lance brought his 9mm up and shot the one that was closest to him in the head killing it. As soon as he did that he saw the other two dogs run at him. Lance hid behind a wall and waited for the dogs to run past so he could kill them, but his plan didnt work out all that well. Both of the dogs stopped right as they came to the corner. Lance jumpped out of the way right as one of the dogs jumpped at him. When he hit the ground he shot the dog that stood still in the head. Then Lance jumpped up and took off running. A few seconds before Lance took off running the other dog was heavy on Lances heals.
Lance tripped himself and turned around and let off five or six rounds at the dog hitting it every time, but only one hit it in its head. After killing the dog Lance stood up knowing that the sounds of the gun fire would attract more zombies or even worse the giant creature that he had gotten attacked by the other day. Lance stood up and made his way out of the mall and to his car quickly.
Once Lance got out to his car he locked the door and set Tyrant on the passanger seat. When he set Tyrant on the seat he said, "im going to have to leave you here in the car while i go into places until your big enough to be able to run fast enough or i know the area is safe for you to get out." Tyrant lowered his head and started pouting. Lance reached into his bag and grabbed the change of cloths he had gotten while he was in the store. Then he took all his cloths off except his boxers and put the other cloths on and then put his over clothing that he needed back on.
After getting changed Lance reached into the back and grabbed a bag of chips and a bottle of water for himself and Tyrant. Once Lance and Tyrant finished off their snack Lance started the car and drove off.
(Lance and Tyrant are now at raccoon city hall.)
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Post by JazzBuddah on May 15, 2009 11:55:17 GMT -5
OOC; Dan and Nigel enter
The jeep pulled up to the mall just as noon broke out revealing just how bad the city had fallen. The mall was a mess. Covered in broken barriers, surrounded with bodies of rebels and police officers. Various goods were scattered about the pavement. Getting out Nigel kicked an empty soda can. "Looks like this place was probably picked clean. I doubt however that anyone had any reason to steal from the computer retail store." With his briefcase in one hand and Lugar in the other he approached the entrance to the mall. Only a few feet in was a map and Nigel traced it with his finger.
"The computer store is on the second level on the east wing. The top levels should be reasonably clear. I'm more worried about running into some rouge malitia group. For some reason this city attracts that sort." Deep inside Nigel heard the moans of several zombies becoming aware of there presence, however Nigel saw nothing. The only light was that coming in from the holes blasted in from the ceiling and walls when various explosives were most likely detonated. Nigel gestured ahead of him. "Perhaps you should lead the way."
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Post by Mikey on May 15, 2009 14:47:08 GMT -5
"Dont need to tell me that." Daniel said, absently brushing his shoulder. "I think it was Russians." Daniel said, refering to the group of armed merc's that had been holed up in the sporting goods shop on the second floor. 7.62 by 39 millimeter round in the shoulder, and then another in the leg. Not the only time's he had ever been shot, but that was the only time he had ever started to think that he was f**ked.
"All right, second floor? Shouldnt be a problem." He said, screwing the sound supressor onto the end of his AR-15. Disgression was the better part of staying off the menu in this case. "Stay about five yards behind me, hold your fire. Never thought I'd say this, but... lets be quiet." He said, walking ahead and checking to make sure Nigel was following after the five yards.
The silenced weapon ensured that the few shots that had to be made went unnoticed. They reached the door of the computer shop and were dismayed and a bit ****ed that the security shutter was still down. "Never easy, is it?" He said, looking at the lock. Masterlock brand. Couldnt shoot it, it would just jam it in place. Didnt have any bolt cutters, and the only way they had would take a lot of time. Oh well...
Leaning his rifle against the security shutter, he pulled off his balaclava and stuffed it into his pants pocket. He then went hunting through his shoulder length hair, finally finding a black hair pin which he bent out of shape and insterted into the lock.
"I already know what your thinking of saying. Shut the f**k up." He said as he worked on the lock.
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Post by JazzBuddah on May 19, 2009 14:09:45 GMT -5
As soon as he picked the lock Nigel shrugged it off. "I'm not saying anything. What do I look like, some kinda hyper masculan bully?" Lifting up the fences he walked in and looked around. Everything was mostly in place. It was clear that the bombs had knocked a few things off the shelf but other than that it was untouched minus the cobwebs and dust. Going over to the counter Nigel opened his breiface and took out what was left of the doctors laptop. "Okay, I'm no expert but it looks like we're missing the secondary processing unit, a few ram chips and a sub-link circuit board to the hard-drive." Taking out a mini flashlight he began looking over the store.
"I'll find the goods. Just make sure none of those creatures come in here. We can't risk them breaking the merchandise." He then stopped for a moment. "Or kill us. That would be unfortunate as well." Finding two of the chips on the side wall he turned to the shelves in back. "Once we're done here we should call for extraction. This information is important to NADAS and the roof is big enough for a chopper to land. If you want you could probably put the call in now if you wanted."
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Post by Mikey on May 23, 2009 2:58:41 GMT -5
Daniel stayed silent as Nigel explained what he was doing and what Daniel would be doing. He closed down the security shutters after grabbing his rifle and made a quick sweep of the area to make sure nothing had seen them. Enough zombies or a single one of the more powerful creatures could rip through the cheap fence like it was paper. Better to stay silent than attract one of those things.
He pressed a button on his side, hitting the transmit button for the radio as he shot a backward glance at Nigel, seeing if he was still looking or if he had found what they were looking for and was now putting things together. He was still looking. Damn. So much for a quick in and out. Sure, Nigel was only human, but the less time they were here the better.
"NADAS XI agent Briggs here. We are securing replacement parts for the objective. Requesting immediate dust off from the roof of the Raccoon City mall, come back." He said, hoping they had kept a chopper in the area so it would be here in a short amount of time.
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