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Post by JazzBuddah on Jun 4, 2009 18:15:14 GMT -5
Nigel finished putting the laptop together. "Got it." he replied opening his briefcase and placing it inside. He then walked up to Daniel who was using the radio. "What's the word?" He asked looking around nervously. After what seemed like hours to him he heard a reply.
"This is NADAS base alpha near the Arklay mountains. We have recieved your distress call and will have a chopper out to you in aproximately fifteen minutes. Please make your way to the roof of the mall so we can spot you. NADAS alpha out." Hearing this Nigel straightened himself out.
"Well that's good news for a change. I've had just about enough of this." He then pulled out his lugar. "Not much left to go on. I suggest we take the road less traveled. I'm not sure how well we would fare against any more suprises."
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Post by Mikey on Jun 6, 2009 19:32:08 GMT -5
"f**king finally..." Daniel said without the call button pressed. "Roger that, locator beacon will be on." He said after pressing the call button again, finally letting go of the box and picking his rifle back up. He lifted the steel gate with his hand and signaled Nigel to go. When they were both clear, he set it back down gingerly and started toward the stairwell.
"Ok, the matinence way should be right here. Stairwell leads right to the roof." He said surely, going to where he remembered. "At least, I hope it is. Havent been here since they remodeled..." He said, quieter this time. He really hoped that the place stayed the same. As he saw several minutes later, it hadnt. Instead, a bookstore stood.
"f**k!" Daniel snapped. He took a deep breath and looked around. "Ok, they moved the..." He said, looking to the side of the store. "Never mind." He said, walking to the new door. He tried to open it, finding it locked. There wasnt even a lock on the handle. "Ok, I'm guessing someone bolted it shut from the other side. That gives us one option. But its noisy..." He said, and held up his rifle with the shotgun attachment on it.
"I can blow the hinges and the handle, knock it down. Or we can try and find another way. Easy versus safe. What do you think?" He asked Nigel.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Jun 7, 2009 13:36:44 GMT -5
Nigel was about to answer when he heard a beeping coming from his briefcase. Confused he opend it up and checked the computer which had a large red message reading 'TRACKING'. "Oh sh*t! The computer has some kinda safety feature. It's creating a beacon for...I don't know....something." He then shook it off. "No matter, this thing is over ten years old, I doubt anyone else is..." Suddenly he felt the ground shake with a thud. More loud steps echoed through the building as he looked at Daniel with fear. He then made his way to the railing and looked down.
"Aww....aww bullocks." He muttered as he saw the mangled and leather clad fasique of a nemisis class BOw. "N-ni...Ni Nemisis." He said pointing down backing up. He then looked at the door and started hitting it with his fists wildly. "BLOW IT! BLOW IT NOW!! Awe,,,we are so dead!" He then attempted to ready his luger only to fumble with it so it fell to the ground.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 16, 2009 4:11:25 GMT -5
"Calm the f**k down!" Daniel whispered in a way that it almost seemed like he was both yelling at Nigel and threatening his life. "Panic, and you make mistakes. You make mistakes, you get us killed." He said, the same venom in his voice as he drug Nigel away from the door and shouldered his weapon. He lined up his first shot, hesitated for half a second, and fired.
Once, twice, three times, all in the space of a second. The door, being held to nothing now, flew inwards as Daniel kicked it and flung Nigel into the stairwell. "Go! Go! Go!" He yelled out, watching Nigel climb for dear life. "HQ! Rush that chopper, now! We got about three minutes to live, but I aint the best at estimation." He said, stressing the point that they would be dead if the chopper was gagglef**king its way here instead of getting here yesterday.
All the while, he was right on Nigel's tail, pushing him to go faster at some points. They got to the roof, adrenalin pumping in their blood from the strain on their bodies and the knowledge of what was behind them. "Nigel, you take that computer and you hide. Those things go for threats before their targets. I'm gonna nail that f**ker to the wall." He said, not speaking like he was making a heroic sacrifice or like he was going to die any moment. He more sounded like he was in the mood to add a very big notch to his belt.
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Post by Sir Awesome on Sept 28, 2009 19:00:46 GMT -5
Mark looked around, reading the signs too each store in the mall. Though he was unaware of how long the town had been a city of the dead he figured it must've been for the past few weeks atleast, thus all ecological food or short dated food would've been rotten or eaten by someone else already. He entered a store deciding too find some no need to cook food, he picked a big bag of fizzy bubblegum bottles from shelf, which he opened and put in his right pocket. He then opened the outer pocket of his duffel bag and picked his Five-SeveN handgun out.
He studied the gun briefly, noting the locations of the safety aswell as the magasine ejecting button. He also noted that there were no chambered round. So he chambered one, cocked the hammer then decocked it. Followed by ejecting the magasine, and dechambering the round he previously chambered. He checked the magasine too see that there were three rounds remaining in it. He opened the main pocket of his duffel bag and picked up another clip. The second clip had eighteen rounds in it, so he ejected two rounds from the first one and filled the second one up, then he loaded the gun with the full clip.
Mark took out a few bullets from the 5.7x28mm cartridge and filled up the second clip as well. He figured it'd be safe so he put the second clip in his right jeans pocket. Then he put a few spare rounds in his right jacket pocket He made sure the guns safety was on before he put it in his left jacket pocket. Then he repeated the same procedure with the MP5 he looted, filling up two clips. He made sure the SMG wasn't chambered and put it back in the main pocket with the two clips next too it.
While performing this he had been eating a candy bottle regularly from the bag and now emptied it, so he picked another bag up, opened it and put it in his pocket before he took his handgun up again, he aimed it into the air, removed the safety and cocked the hammer, then uncocked it and put the safety back, this too make sure he knew how to do it, so that he wouldn't screw up whenever he was in a pinch. After a few times he also figured the best body and arm positioning for aiming with one foot slightly in front of the other, he put the safety back on and started walking through the shop while eating from the bag of candy. Which also ran out quickly, followed by him picking up a bag of chips while strolling around, he put another bag of chips in the bag, aswell as two cans of energy drink.
Mark continued strolling through the store, eating things of the shelfs as he wandered between them. With frequent intervalls he scanned the area for any potentional danger. Suddenly he heard footsteps closeby, as if someone or something hazed towards him. He took one last mouthful of chips before stuffing the bag away, then he chambered a bullet and ejected the clip, then he took one of the rounds out of his pocket and inserted it into the clip and pushed it back into the gun. This way he'd have 21 bullets to fire rather then 20. He cocked the hammer and continued walking silently between the shelfs. Suddenly he sees a zombie coming around the corner 15 ft. in front of him, he raised the gun towards the zombie, took aim and fired. He aimed for the head but hit it slightly above its left collarbone. The zombie staggered backwards, not from pain, but because the bullet ripped through the muscles rendering it's left arm completely unusuable. Mark re-steadied his aim, once again aiming for the head, the second shot hit it slightly below it's right eyebrow, with the bullet passing through the skull and brain. The corpse in front of him dropped dead, killed a second time. Mark ejected the magasine, filled it with the another few rounds before inserting it again.
He heard steps behind him and turned around too see another two zombies coming up from behind. They must've been attracted there by the sound of the gun and the moans of the now dead zombie. He looked back in front of him and saw another zombie appearing. he ran forward towards the second zombie, aimed for the head and shot it from roughly 10 ft. range. He saw zombies coming from both behind and too the right in the path infront of him. He decided too continue forward and tripped the shopping carts as a temporary , which made the zombies behind him have trouble closing in too him.
Mark kept running forward, he tackled one of the zombies as it came around the corner, the first zombie had hit the second zombie as it he flew backwards when Mark tackled it hard passing it. Mark saw that there were no zombies in the paths in front of him, so he turned around. Lifted his arms and placed two headshots in the heads of the zombies behind him. He threw another few shopping carts infront of him and to the right where he'd been a second ago too make sure the zombies didn't pass. Mark figured he had too dispose of these few or there'd be too many eventually. He readied his gun, aimed for the zombies. A few shots missed and hit the shoulders, chest and neck instead of the head. After clearing the zombies infront of him he ejected the gun, refilled the clip.
He was going too put the gun in his pocket when a shelf infront of him suddenly fell forward and a small group of zombies suddenly appeared, he jumped backwards and started shooting the zombies, they started coming from the sides aswell, a few appeared from behind him as well, panic grabbed him a bit making his aim more sluggish and hasty. Leading too more shots in the chest and shoulders rather then the head. He turned around and pushed the zombie coming up from behind while moving backwards too stay as far away as possible from the zombies while he kept shooting. Desperation started ticking up within him as his magasine depleted and he exchanged it for his second handgun clip, he started firing shots with the gun in his left hand while searching for the opening of his duffel bag with the right one. Soon he found it and picked out the MP5 while he put the safety on the Five Seven and put it in his pocket hastily. He made sure the SMG wasn't on safety, switched too single shots and started shooting towards the zombies while moving as far away as possible from them. He kept hoping that there wouldn't be anymore zombies soon. Cause right now it looked like he knew he'd need help if they kept coming, and help were no where around to be seen.
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Post by Nathan Cole on Sept 29, 2009 11:36:43 GMT -5
Ryan Alexander had just practically murdered his comrades. A horde of zombies killed them. The man was witnessing flashbacks now and again, hearing his team scream for help. But none was coming, Ryan had already thrown his last grenade in the basement and blew the horde up along with his friends. Better a grenade than a horde of zombies eating you alive.
Ryan: What's that?
Ryan muttered to himself as he heard gunshots ring nearby, he was standing outside a mall, the Raccoon City Mall. Ryan wasted no time in getting through the doors and quickly pulling his silenced customised M4 from his back, the strap resting on his shoulder and part of his back as he lifted the assault rifle up to eye level, ready to shoot anything undead. He walked in silent footsteps, cautiously peering into a few shops and then he heard what sounded like an MP5 going off. He followed the gunfire and soon saw it was coming from a shop, with a small horde making their towards an outnumbered survivor, with just an MP5. Ryan switched his red dot light on, the dot lit up the back of a zombie's skull.
Ryan: Ai-yip-a-kyi motherf**kers.
He spoke lowly so they didn't notice him with an assault rifle at the ready. After making sure the silencer was fitted properly and not loose, that was when he fired a round into the zombie's skull. A thud was made by the dropped zombie, then Ryan switched his aim to another.
Five minutes later of careful aiming and half the small horde was dead. Ryan switched his red dot light off and slung the M4 back onto his back as quietly as possible, even though there was 10 zombies left, it was enough to outnumber him. The zombies were nearing the man with the MP5 and Ryan was hidden from his view as he pulled out his USP sidearm and attached the already silenced sidearm with its own red dot light then aimed at the zombies and took three down with headshots then moved behind a shelf, the male with the MP5 only getting a shadowy like glimpse of him. Ryan cleared a small gap in the shelf, still hidden from view and took down five more of those creatures with clear headshots then as if on cue the two remaining zombies were advancing on the survivor, one behind the other but they were head leveled which gave the Marine a good kill, he shot the rear zombie with a clear headshot but the round didn't stop there. It hit the second zombie in the skull too but that was where but round remained, fractured in the undead's skull. Both zombies at the same time dropped, one landing on the other.
Ryan: Oh, who's the boss? I am! Who just owned your rotting asses? I did. Whoo hoo for me.
Ryan cheered at himself a little then stepped out behind the shelf and coming into view of the survivor. He didn't holster his sidearm incase more undead showed up.
Ryan: Hey! Don't holster your weapon! There could be more around the corner.
Ryan gave his advice to the survivor, looking directly at the male. He made his way over, stepping over the bodies to reach the survivor. As he did, he introduced himself.
Ryan: I'm Ryan Alexander, US Marines.
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Post by Sir Awesome on Sept 29, 2009 18:11:20 GMT -5
Mark leaned himself towards the shelf behind him, breathing heavily as he felt his heart beating out of his chest. His MP5 had clicked due to running out of ammo the as the two zombies had approached him, if this man hadn't appeared, he didn't want too think of what could've happened.
Mark: Mark, I'm Mark Hammond. Thanks man, you really saved me there!
As he stood up straight put the SMG on the shelf which he had leaned on a minute earlier, pulled out his Five-Seven again and ejected the magazine, it had two rounds left. He inserted the three rounds he had in his pocket and inserted the clip in the gun again, he checked the surroundings.
Mark: Would you like, cover me for a moment? I gotta refill my clips
Mark opened his duffel bag and pulled out rounds from the cartridge which he refilled his second handgun clip with, he replaced the first clip with the newly refilled one and started filling up the second one. He put the SMG back in the bag, and put both the clips in right jacket pocket. Then he filled his pocket with 9mm rounds, he picked up the bag and put it on his shoulder, cocked the hammer on his handgun as he gently started filling up the SMGs clips with 9mm rounds from his pocket with his right hand.
Mark: Ryan was it? Are there more of you army guys here? Maybe we should get out of here, I don't know if these guys will wake up again. But it would feel safer.
Mark picked a pair of fingerless neoprene gloves from the shelf, ripped the packing open and put them on himself. They covered most of the fingers except for the tips.
Mark: I don't think anyone would mind if I borrowed these. At least these protect me from scraping up my palms.
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Post by Nathan Cole on Sept 30, 2009 2:33:24 GMT -5
Ryan covered Mark while he reloaded his SMG and Five-SeveN sidearm. Whilst he was doing so Ryan looked back at Mark. "He's got a fair bit of ammo, he has little skill with a gun but he shows enough to handle himself" Ryan thought. When Mark asked if there any more "Army Guys or was it just him" Ryan felt like smacking him with the butt of his USP, then spoke calmly and carefully picking his words.
Ryan: Does this look like army wear? No, of course not. I'm a Marine. A Marine. Don't you know yo- Wait. What in the hell was that?
He cut off because he heard a sound. One he'd heard before, the sound of a Licker. Ryan turned to Mark and put his finger to his own lips to signal to Mark to be quiet. Ryan spoke, but almost like a whisper but Mark would hear it.
Ryan: Don't.. Make.. Any Noise. Keep following me, and make sure you keep that Five-SeveN out.
Ryan put his flashlight on his sidearm and pointed it up at the semi-dark ceiling. Seeing a lot of blood but no Licker then he pointed it to the dark parts of the room whilst stepping carefully over the bodies of the Undead. Ryan saw a Licker out the corner of his eye, it was waiting to hear sound or it was waiting to strike. He aimed the sidearm at the Licker, then without knowing he'd knocked a small tin of food over then it rolled to a mini-pile of stacked tins and they came crashing down and the Licker dived to where the noise was, right in front of Ryan. (Not exactly in front but you know what I mean, in his line of sight) Ryan carefully re-aimed at the Licker and then pulled the trigger, the gun was aimed at the creature's head then with a silent gunshot followed by another the Licker dropped dead but Ryan wasn't taking any chances and shot it again to be sure.
Ryan: Its dead.. Let's move to the second floor. There should be a mini-Guns Galore up there.
Ryan holstered his sidearm and retrieved his M4 from his back and held it like he had earlier as he headed for the frozen escalator and walked up the steps and kept looking around to make sure it was clear. Ryan also kept looking back to make sure Mark wasn't too far away. But sure enough both of them reached the said Guns Galore on the floor they were on. Ryan turned around to look at Mark.
Ryan: We're here.
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Post by Sir Awesome on Sept 30, 2009 18:28:23 GMT -5
Mark had followed his savior through the mall. The marine had been moving around in a manner Mark had only seen in movies and video games previously. "I better pick up some tricks now" he thought for himself. He peered into the large shop window of the gun shop, it was dark inside.
Mark: I think I saw something in there, be careful.
Mark leaned towards the wall taking cover next too the door in a soldier like fashion "I should at least be able to open a door properly after all those hours in Rainbow Six".
Ryan raised an eyebrow and aimed towards the door, Mark clicked the flashlight attached too the handgun on, and opened the door. He let the flashlight stroll over the floor, Ryan signed that it was clear behind the wall he was leaning towards, he walked slowly through the door following the wall, as he entered he felt the Ryan sneaking behind his back turned the opposite side.
He closed the door behind them while keeping his attention towards the room as the both of them had entered. He continued throughout the room on the opposite side of the marine, keeping an eye on his back while he let the light run between the shelfs. The marine did the same on his side. Suddenly he heard something infront of him and closed his fist, hopefully Ryan would understand his wish, luckily he did. The marine halted and kept a steady eye out for hostile creatures, Mark cocked the hammer and let the flashlight run over the floor. He heard feet starting too haze over the floor in front of him and pointed the flashlight in the sounds direction. There were two of them, he took aim at one of their heads and fired, simultaneously he heard the damp sound from Ryan's suppressed assault rifle as he took out the second one. They were at the end of the shop, next too the counter. There were a closed door behind the counter.
Mark: Is it possible for them too come back too.. ehm, life?
Ryan: No. And if you shoot them through the head you destroy the cerebellum, which controls all movements and muscles, so even if they did they would be completely disabled.
Mark nodded and continued towards the closed door. On the his way there he found a red dot sight for his handgun on the counter, he took it before he continued too the door which he opened as the marine covered him, the door was a thick firewall-type door opened inwards, and it was possible too lock the door from within. The room was small, probably it was a small office previously. There were no windows or other entrances other then the door.
Mark: Let's stay here for a while and rest, it's been a long day or what do you say? It seems reasonably easily defended if needed, we could move one of those large bureaus infront of the door.
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Post by Nathan Cole on Oct 27, 2009 5:22:40 GMT -5
Ryan nodded at Mark whilst leaning against the wall near the door they came through, he had holstered his M4 as they'd come in and made sure it was safe but he did have his USP sidearm out.
Ryan: This place looks pretty clear except for the odd rustled paper on the desk and if we need to escape there's the unlocked window and fire escape at the back.
He pointed to behind Mark with his sidearm then closed his eyes. He was having a brief flashback of the scene he'd witnessed earlier, the scene where he'd blown up a shop basement full of zombies, along with his friends and teammates. Ryan had stopped having the flashback once he'd realised where he was.
Ryan: Huh?
He'd looked down to the floor and then noticed a piece of paper with the Umbrella insignia on it. "What's the Umbrella insignia doing here?" he thought then examined the paper. It showed that Guns Galore was briefly supplying Umbrella with weaponry for a short time, no doubt they stopped or tried to when they discovered what Umbrella was up to not long before the first T-Virus outbreak. He stuffed the paper in his pocket and then looked at Mark who was examining the room and aspects of it. Ryan sighed and then walked over to the desk, a little distance from Mark who had to moved to examine the bookcase that looked a little bit messy, books laying sideways and heavy manuals lay about on the floor near the bookcase. Ryan rifled through the desk looking for anything of use and muttered obscenites as he came across nothing but scrap and unuseful items. Then he came across a box of ammo, he put it on the desk and continued to search the draws and small cupboards the desk held.
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Post by Darth Revan on Nov 3, 2009 18:57:24 GMT -5
[Aaron has entered the Raccoon City Public Mall]
After Aaron witnessed the death of his fellow police trainees, he scouted around the area, looking for a secure way to exit this horror-filled mall. All the paths out of the building seemed to have many areas that monsters could be lurking in. He glanced through a window looking towards a parking lot. The parking lot closest to him was empty.
"A mall's parking lot is empty? Apparently not many people were at this mall when the virus got loose." he thought.
If there were any cars in the parking lot, he could easily hotwire a car and be out of here in no time, but just his luck, there were no cars visible.
Aaron heard something rumbling, like something searching through drawers. He checked his gun's magazine.
"Only five rounds left in this clip." he muttered to himself. He had only one, sixteen round clip, left in his ammo pocket, and the noise seemed to be coming from the nearby gun shop. He raised his gun, and crept over to the store. From this angle, all he could see was a person rummaging through drawers.
"R.C.P.D!" he yelled across to the person. "Are you okay?" he asked, trying to confirm that this person wasn't infected with the T-Virus.
The person didn't appear to be a zombie. Maybe the person could help him escape, which would be better, because he didn't want to travel alone, and the more guns he had to help him, the more likely that he would escape in one piece, and still be a human.
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Post by Nathan Cole on Nov 4, 2009 1:28:15 GMT -5
The Marine rose his USP sidearm when the door opened and a Raccoon City Cop stood there and asked him if he was infected. He looked over his shoulder at Mark and looked back at the cop.
Ryan: We're fine, I'm Ryan Alexander, US Marine. That's Mark over there.
He jerked his gun towards Mark and lowered his weapon, looking at the cop. Then said after a moment..
Ryan: Don't just stand there, get in here and shut the door!
He resumed rifling through the desk and put some more ammo he'd found on the desk then put a large security box from one of the bigger draws on the desk and looked for the key, but there wasn't one so he stood back and shot at it, causing it unlock and he opened it to find a working Walther PKK and some ammo, along with a few bits of cash and a medium size parcel which he opened and it contained three ear-piece comms, he took them out and handed one to the cop instantly and one to Mark and took one for himself.
Ryan: It'll be handy if we have to search seperate rooms in a building.
He put the ear comm in his ear and put the Walther on the desk and it's ammo alongside it and left the cash in the box. It wasn't gonna do much good in a zombie filled world.
Ryan: So, who are you?
He directed the question at the newest member of the party then he heard a groan from coming from behind the door, then a few more.
Ryan: DAMN! You've attracted some of those dead brains by shouting that damn R.C.P.D!
He quickly put the Walther in his bag and stuffed the ammo in too then he looked at the door and vaulted over the desk and ran to the door, putting his whole weight against it, blocking the zombies then looked at Mark and the cop.
Ryan: Well, don't just bleedin' stand there! GET SOMETHING TO BLOCK THIS DAMN DOOR WITH!
He half shouted at the pair and resumed to focusing on keeping the zombies on the other side.
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Post by Darth Revan on Nov 4, 2009 6:28:51 GMT -5
The recent turn of events happened so quick, Aaron barely had any time to react when the zombies started coming; a foolish mistake made by a trainee who should be at his best at this moment.
Aaron dashed into the inside of the Gun's Galore and immediately slammed the door shut, and pushed one of the bigger desks inside of the room to barricade the door, thankfully, nothing got inside. It was a close call, but Aaron managed to stop them from getting inside. After a few deep breaths, he was calmed down.
"Sorry... I'm not the greatest of the R.C.P.D." he apologized for his poor performance. "I'm Aaron Riley Apuan, R.C.P.D. trainee. Almost a full-fledged officer, but I never managed to get onto the first mission that decided if I'm am ready to graduate from the Police Academy." he stated the truth to the Marine.
Aaron grabbed the earpiece from Ryan, and put it on. "Wow, I was with a pretty pathetic team I guess. All we had was bloody radios, and those were so loud they could be heard all over the freakin' mall. No wonder so many zombies came after us, and murdered seven members so swiftly and efficiently." he told Ryan about what happened about thirty minutes ago.
Aaron scanned about the room, searching for some 9mm bullets to restock on ammo. He found out that there was no bullets, and not any weapons available; the whole shop had been raided before he came.
"Damn it." he said quietly, not loud enough to bring anymore of those brain-munching dead people. "Of course when I come, there isn't any ammunition for a 9mm handgun. Just my f***ing luck." he kicked the wall in anger, but then he remembered about the zombies, and just stood there.
"Hey, Ryan. You wouldn't happen to have any spare clips of sixteen bullets for my 9mm handgun would you? It's my best weapon at this time, and has served me pretty well the past day. Killed a monster with a lance-like tounge, and some fast crimson-zombie type things."
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Post by Nathan Cole on Nov 4, 2009 15:21:45 GMT -5
Ryan pulled out a bag of assorted ammo and handed the correct amount of what Aaron requested and then put the bag away.
Ryan: I've always got almost every type of ammo..
He chuckled and heard a thud against the door, and it wasn't a zombie but it sounded like a Licker.
Ryan: ...What now?
He grumbled lightly and holstered the USP sidearm and slung his M4 from his back and into his grip as he aimed at the door, it budged slightly but it gave him a good advantage to kneel some bit away from the small gap and put his attachable scope to good use, but he didn't put it on his M4, he just lowered the M4 a little and put the scope up to his eye and looked through the gap, a Licker was outside along with zombies.
Ryan: It's a Licker..One of the Lance-Tongues.
He explained to Aaron briefly about his run in with one earlier that day and his second encounter in the mall after he'd rescued Mark. He held the M4 up and aimed at the Licker through the gap but he couldn't get a clear enough shot because Zombies were passing the damned door's gap, so he took the risk of edging closer without making any noise and put his M4 against the barricade desk and used the desk as a support to steady his aim more and waited for the zombie to move and he took his aim and as a zombie moved infront of the gap, the bullet went through the chamber, past the silencer and through the air; into the Zombie's groin, making it fall backwards and by pure luck hit the Licker's head, making the Licker spear the zombie with it's tongue. While the beast was occupied he re-aimed and fired again the bullet repeated the same prodecure and he killed the unearthly beast but there was the zombie on the floor, with a hole in it's groin and it's chest. He finished it off with a quick third bullet into it's head so it didn't make anymore noise to attract more trouble.
Ryan: That's that sorted.
He quitely shoved the barricade up against the door and making the door shut. He looked at Aaron and Mark then looked to the unlocked window which held a fire escape on the outside.
Ryan: We shouldn't hang about here anymore, I fear that barricade won't last much longer if anymore undead come.
He moved towards the window and opened it, he holstered his M4 on his back then climbed outside and equipped his USP into his hand. He looked up the fire escape, it goes up which wasn't the best choice, then he looked down; it also went down and that direction was what they needed. He stood aside the window and waited for Mark and Aaron to join him out on the fire escape.
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Post by Darth Revan on Nov 4, 2009 17:39:02 GMT -5
OOC: I think we should abandon whoever is playing Mark at this time, and he can catch up with us later, so we don't have to wait. He hasn't been on eight days, so yeah.
IC: When Aaron saw Ryan take out the zombie and the licker with just three bullets, he was shocked, and almost a little bit frightened. Ryan seemed to be more professional then Aaron had ever thought of being. The way Ryan moved and acted told him that he must've been using a gun for a long time now.
Aaron swiftly walked over by Ryan. The faster they managed to escape, the faster it would be to leave this terrifying mall. That seemed like a great idea to him at this time.
"Alright," he said. "Where do you intend on going? We should know where we are going to head if we are to escape this damn mall in one piece. Personally, I recommend we get to either the R.C.P.D. or the Airport, but it's upto you."
Aaron wanted to head to the R.C.P.D. to see if there would miraculously be any survivors left, but what if there weren't any? What if they had all been wiped out, and they wasted time, and ammunition to get there. He decided he would just let Ryan choose. He appeared to be more experienced in this type of thing anyways.
Aaron took a peek through the window to see what lied outside, but it was to dark to see down to the ground. He could, however, make out several shadows creeping around the parking lot outside.
He pulled out his flashlight and scanned the area. From what he could see, there were at least twenty zombies outside, as well as six lickers. It didn't look like they'd be able to make it on foot.
“It will probably be hell trying to escape without a vehicle.” he told Ryan, and turned the power of his flashlight off to conserve the batteries. Converving supplies was the second most important thing to do in this situation, as if you run out, your pretty much screwed.
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