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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 22, 2011 21:38:13 GMT -5
The Tyrant shook Dragomir loose and he didn't have enough time take the his Cutlass out of it. Dragomir fell to the floor and didn't move for several mintues. The Tyrant took of running into the Bakery and soon disappered into the group of zombies. The Death Dealer didn't have enough strength to move. His wounds basically immoblized him, blood was beganing to seep out of his mouth. If he didn't get any medical attention, he would surely parish. "Angela, it was nice meeting you. Be safe out there" He said weakly.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 22, 2011 21:43:07 GMT -5
Angela had crouched down next to the Dragmir, her brows knitting together with worry. She'd shook her head and felt her mouth curl into a frown. This poor man was dying and there wasn't much she could do. The other man had walked up next to the two before leaning over to grasp underneath Dragmir's arms and pull him up, pulling his arm over his shoulder.
"C'mon old timer, there's a hospital a few blocks away. I've parked my truck in the alleyway when I saw the monster. Let's get going," he said switching glances between both Dragmir and Angela. Angela walked to the other side of Dragmir and put his other arm over her shoulder.
"You're gonna be alright, Mr. Valentin," she said reassuringly. The man had looked back to ensure that the undead horde were completely distracted, which they were, by the monster atleast.
"Come on, let's get them legs a-movin' people," he said, picking up the pace.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 27, 2011 17:16:45 GMT -5
After about ten minutes of walking the group made it to the nearest hospital. At that point Dragomir was feeling even worse and his hunger had returned. His bloodlust was attacking him at a alarming rate. Dragomir doubled over in pain. "Angela my hunger is kicking up again. Can you fetch me some blood please." he muttered. Occ: Group is now at the Hospital. Inwhich I forget what the name is. It's St. Something Hospital. Sorry for the incoonvience
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Post by Rhinn on Aug 9, 2011 12:12:49 GMT -5
[Sarai enters Buno’s Bakery from the Washington Streets]
Sarai lets the SUV slide quietly to a stop. With the downhill slope, she had put the Merc in neutral and let it coast. As she neared her destination, she turned off the engine and used the momentum built up to steer and pump the brakes. At last her car came to a stop in front of Buno’s Bakery. She took the keys out and pocketed them, and reached over to grab her rifle, a TAR-21. She popped the mag and saw that it was loaded and slammed it home, racking one in the chamber. Then she did the same for her sidearm. She holstered the Jericho and slung the TAR over her shoulder on a sling. This left her hands free for her machete and crowbar.
She was at the back of the bakery, in the alley. She knew that there were undead out here, but she wasn’t concerned about them. Instead, it was the looters and the raiders that worried her. They usually had guns and would probably just shoot her to shoot her. She pretty much had all her supplies, but she had let Ruth take half the food when she had dropped her off at the airport. Now, she needed to restock.
She shook her head at the thought of a Mossad Agent wanting to run home in the face of a mission, but Ruth was new and her family was more of a concern than her mission. So here she was, alone now, and trying to stock up on food. She tried the door first, looking to see if it was open. It would be better for her if it was. No Go! It was locked.
So she stuck the wedge of the crowbar into the frame and pulled back. The cracking of wood was barely audible, but to Sarai it sounded like a shotgun blast. She hurried in and shut the door, listening for movement from the inside and outside of the building. She waited for 10 minutes, her heart pounding in her ears. When nothing moved to attack her, her breathing slowed and she decided to look around.
Why she chose a bakery, she didn’t know. Most of the food in here would either be stale or in an uncooked state. Still, there was a chance of some non perishable items, like canned milk, or the ingredients to make food. She could trade those off for other things.
She had entered through the kitchen. It was a mess… a chaos of spilled containers and utensils everywhere. Out front would be where the food that was ready to eat would be… or the refrigerator. She’d check them both out.
:: EDIT 08/11/2011 ::
Sarai bit down into a roll and tore off a bite. It wasn't fresh but it was far from stale and tasted good. When the first outbreak had threatened Israel, the citizens had stuck hard and fast to their religious diets. Then, as food became scarce, many of the younger generations decided that all food was okay... even if it wasn't Kosher. For the older generation, though, many chose to die instead of offend God, as they saw it.
Sarai had followed the religious laws of Judeism until she joined the Mossad. For her cover, she'd have to eat many types of food, so she was fine with eating things that weren't Kosher.
Which is why she was enjoying the pastries that she found. Besides being a bakery, it did double duty as a cafe as well. So Sarai was able to find an abundance of either non or nearly non perishable foods. She considered the nutritional value of a crate of Cheetos, but in the end, any food was better than no food.
So she had spent the last hour combing the store. The chips were nice, but not essential. However, the crates of water bottles was and so she had loaded what she could into the back of her SUV. She had happened upon a sack of bagels and they seemed to be okay, so she had tore them open and had eaten two of them. Next it was on to the canned foods. Unfortunately, most of that was gone, but she did find 5 cans of various foods, one of meet and the other of vegetables. She nearly tossed back the can of beets, though. She had hated those pretty much since she was a kid, but now... one never knew what they would eat if they were desperate. So she kept it.
Not seeing anything else working loading up, she exited the Bakery and hopped in her car. Then she slowly headed back out onto the Streets of Washington.
[Sarai is leaving the bakery, back out on the Main Street]
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