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Feb 28, 2009 18:02:48 GMT -5
Post by NotAvailable on Feb 28, 2009 18:02:48 GMT -5
Anna looked down at her friend, her eyes widening. "RICHARD!" she screamed, worriedly. She looked around, not sure what to do since she was still on the ledge. Thinking quickly she remembered how sensitive it was to loud noises. She looked down at the metal trashcans Richard had dropped his shotgun in.
"ARC! SLAM YOUR GUN INTO THE TRASHCANS! KICK THEM AROUND! MAKE NOISE!"
Arc was already knelt down by Richard at that point, but as he was instructed by Anna, he hesitated for a moment and ran over to the trashcans. He slammed his gun into it, making a loud clang.
The monster fidgeted and hissed, it's tongue scrunching a little. Anna shimmied towards the ladder and held onto it before carefully turning around and climbing down a few steps.
As she got a good grip, she held onto the sides of the ladder and pushed the tips of her toes against the railing as well, sliding down and dropping into a crouch near Richard. She frowned and stood back up, running over to one of the trashcans.
She knocked a smaller one over and threw everything out before picking it up and slamming it against a few more. She had to get the licker away from Richard and that was how! Stunning the licker, Anna quickly made her way back to him and grabbed under his arms.
"C-Come on, get up!"
Arc ran back over and helped pull Richard away. As they did, the monster flicked it's tongue out and leaped at them.
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Feb 28, 2009 18:22:40 GMT -5
Post by Tangora on Feb 28, 2009 18:22:40 GMT -5
Richard groaned and winced when Anna lifted him off the ground. His feet were stumbling over themselves and he groaned out, "My shotgunuurraaah!" Richard felt something under his ripped skin and he fell down, pulling Anna down with him as the licker flew over them. "It hurts," he said to her through gritted teeth.
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Feb 28, 2009 18:31:59 GMT -5
Post by NotAvailable on Feb 28, 2009 18:31:59 GMT -5
Anna looked up at the monster behind them. She looked back over at where she saw his shotgun before looking back down at the injured man. "Hold on..." she said softly, getting up and off of him, then running back over to grab his weapon. When she did, she made her way back to see the licker crawling towards Richard.
Luckily Arc began shooting at it, temporarily halting it. She ran back and to the SUV, opening the back door and laying the shotgun in there. She ran back and got Richard up before pulling him towards the open vehicle. With some help from Arc, they managed to put Richard into the back,laying him down on the seats.
"I'll take care of this freak, you handle Richard," Arc told her. Anna shook her head, glaring at the monster. "No, you go see if he'd alright. That bastard is gonna feel my wraith," she growled, pulling her shotgun from her back.
"Anna, don't be reckless, c'mon, we gotta go!" Arc argued, grabbing his friend's shoulder. Anna jerked away. "I have to find the new guy anyway. You still have my med kit, so use it on Richard. And you better mother f**kin' protect him, Arc or so help you God...."
Arc sighed and reluctantly went into the truck to help Richard. Anna reached into her pouch and pulled out her last two rounds. She reloaded and cocked it, taking aim at the creature before her.
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Feb 28, 2009 21:56:04 GMT -5
Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 28, 2009 21:56:04 GMT -5
Arc saw the creature attack Richard, as he dashed in to try and get a decent shot at it. He was able to pick in a few hits, but it was easier said then done with a living person in the way. Everything happened so fast, and by the time everyone reacted harshely, Anna had issued an order to him. Arc followed through and created a distraction to get the licker off of Richard, an then he went after the creature. But Anna wanted him to help her friend, and seek revenge. Arc went Richards aid, he understood what revenge was all about, and either way each of them would have a job to do, no matter who went on the defence and who went on the offence.
Arc got over to Richard, and Anna cleaned the thing away, helping him up with Arc. As the dragged him toward the SUV, the Licker attacked once again, leaving them prone to another attack. Before long, Anna had begen shooting to kill, and aswell as Arc wanted to help, he knew that getting Richard to the vehicle was his first priority.
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Feb 28, 2009 22:31:53 GMT -5
Post by NotAvailable on Feb 28, 2009 22:31:53 GMT -5
Outside the truck, Anna leapt out of the way of an oncoming attack. She rolled over onto her side as it landed on all fours. She grunted and lifted herself up, hearing it's horrible screech. She got to her feet and spun around, shooting at the creature as it leaped at her again. This time, the blast pushed it back, ripping through it's chest.
It fell on it's back, squirming around and trying to recover. As it did this, Anna pumped the shotgun, a spent shell flying out. The licker got back onto it's front side and started crawling after her, lashing out it's long,piercing tongue. Anna batted at it's tongue with her shotgun, the handle chipping. Once it made it's lunge, she aimed the barrel at it's exposed brain, pulling the trigger.
With that, it fell back, it's brain missing a rather large chunk of it. It had grey matter and crimson blood seeping beneath it's head. Anna swallowed the lump in her throat before looking back at the SUV.
She put her shotgun away and started jogging to the truck, wanting to see Richard. As she opened the back door to where Arc was, she handed him the keys. "You drive...I'll sit back here with Richard..." she said, lowly. Arc nodded and took the keys, climbing into the front seat.
As he started the car, Anna sat next to Richard, pulling his jacket and shirt off. She gasped, staring at the skin that dangled from his chest and back. "We need to find something to stitch him up. I'm counting on you now, Arc." she told him sternly.
She looked back down at Richard's scrunched up face. She frowned and brushed some hair out of his eyes. "Hold on Richard...we're gonna get something to help you...I promise..." she said lowly. As she tried pulling his hair out of his face, she felt a warm liquid.
Looking at her hand she noticed a little blood. She frowned again and reached over to the med kit Arc left back there, opening it and pulling out something to apply onto the knot forming on the back of his head. She wasn't too worried about infection. That thing only made that wound because Richard struggled. It was like what you'd get from dangling from rope. He was completely protected for that reason plus his leather jacket. Still, he needed medical attention...
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Mar 1, 2009 0:39:17 GMT -5
Arc jumped into the drivers seat as he grabbed the keys from on top of the dashboard, and then turned the SUV on. He reversed out onto the street, and then whipped it around straight, beginning to speed away from the RCPD. Looking into the mirror to the back seat, he saw Anna starting looking a bit pale. Not literally, but there was something different about her. It wasnt just the fact that she was worried about Richard, it was something else. Now holding the wheel with one hand, Arc kept a constant speed and then reached into his belt. Unclipping a pouch, he tossed it behind him, as it landed onto Annas lap. "You take it, Chika. For you and your friend..."
Arc knew that Anna should keep his medical pouch. It got some wait off of him, aswell as gave her something to keep medical supplise for herself. It wasnt like he was leaving the group anytime soon, but its better if she had it and not need it then to need it and not have it. Thats the code he had always lived by, and its got him this far. Arc knew where they were going, the rightful day was coming, things might work out pretty well in the long run for everyone. The vehicle sped off in the direction toward the outskirts, and the Arklay Mountains. He knew just the place that they could stop and catch their breah, metaphorically speaking, aswell as stock up on supplise.
[Anna, Richard, and Arc now in the Arklay Mountains Dirt Path]
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Post by Snake on Mar 1, 2009 6:02:02 GMT -5
((I'm pulling out. Your posting too quick and I don't have enugh spare time to spend half an hour reading posts.))
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Mar 1, 2009 18:23:59 GMT -5
Post by Metal Head on Mar 1, 2009 18:23:59 GMT -5
Nathan’s BMW rolled to a stop about a block from the RCPD building. His bright headlights were stained with congealed blood, and cast a strange red glow over the street before him. Cutting the ignition, Nathan did a quick shoulder check and watched his surroundings, careful of any shamblers that might pop up, and then left the car. He locked the door on his way out, and was careful not to slam the door, before ducking carefully into the nearest back alley, his form blending in with the bleak darkness that welcomed him.
Seconds later he found himself standing at the entrance of the alley, his back to the darkness and his eyes watching the legion of undead before him. They hadn’t yet become aware of him as they dragged themselves around the building. Some beat on the windows and scratched on the walls, while others simply stood staring blankly at the others.
He’d lit a cigarette only moments before, and now inhaled deeply on the highly addictive stick, his fingers carrying the butt away and tossing it to the ground beside him. Wisps of smoke floated to the sky, their movements intoxicating. But Nathan had no time to watch the beauty, and unholstered his Mk.23 from its place under his arm and cocked back the hammer.
The shamblers didn’t even realize they were being targeted as Nathan silently plucked off zombies from across the street, one at a time, a single shot to the head. He didn’t worry about them finding him, his Gemtech made the shots almost inaudible, and it would only be a short amount of time until he’d be inside the building.
When he fired off an empty round, Nathan clicked the magazine release and grabbed the clip with his other hand before putting it into his pocket and popping in a fresh one from his holster. From his point of view, Nathan could see the destroyed front door, it’s access blocked by a late model sedan that had pulverized the large steel doors. It would be a simple task of climbing over the obstacle to get inside, something the zombies had either not thought of, or just couldn’t do. Nathan knew it was the later.
In the blink of an eye Nathan was off, his shoes making a light pitter patter against the wet concrete. He shot through the front gates, flying through the small gap he had made with his Mk.23. As soon as he reached the sedan he hopped up onto the back, almost slipping in the process before ducking under the door frame and sliding into the building.
[Nathan Needly is now inside the RCPD]
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Mar 2, 2009 23:15:27 GMT -5
Post by thegunny on Mar 2, 2009 23:15:27 GMT -5
The two AH-6J gunships stopped circling and came to a hover out front of the main doors of the RCPD, the gunships passengers hanging out the sides immediately opening fire and cutting down the lumbering undead that were on the ground below them in front of the R.P.C.D building. Squires lined up a shot with his Kreb custom KT-03S, starting to squeeze the trigger halfway before immediately stopping and lowering his weapon.
CIVILIAN SPOTTED! 10 O CLOCK POSITION! HES A LIVE ONE! DO NOT TAKE HIM DOWN, I REPEAT, WATCH YOUR FIRE! DO NOT TAKE HIM DOWN!
Squires then reaimed and fired a burst of 7.62x39 rounds into the nearest surviving zombie, before signaling to Captain Blake that they were ready to land and go down. The two AH-6J gunships landed at the front of the R.C.P.D building, and the 8 T.F.P operators all set up a temporary perimeter while the AH-6J's took off again once the operators had jumped off while they were still hovering a few inches above the ground, and started to circle the A.O again. Squires signaled for his team to follow as they made their way from their position on the street towards the unknown civilian(Snake), Squires' own rifle and another T.F.P operators M468 aimed at him, while the rest of the team watched their sides and sixes, letting the two point men handle the unknown civilian. Squires barked out in his command voice as they approached the civvie
U.S MILITARY! IDENTIFY YOURSELF! FREEZE! HANDS IN THE AIR!
His flurry of orders that a couple seemed contradict the others told him "Tell us who the f**k you are and don't do anything stupid to make me end your pathetic and useless life, plebe."
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Mar 3, 2009 10:21:15 GMT -5
Post by Snake on Mar 3, 2009 10:21:15 GMT -5
Joe heard the orders. He chuckled, waiting for the two pointmen to get fairly close to him. "What d'ya expect me to do now? Cry and tell you I've prayed for rescue? Jeezus, you guys are stupid...." Joe slowly raised his hands, realizing he had no chance if he tried to fight back. He would probably try to escape them at the first chance, but right now he was out in the open with many soldiers. He had no choice.
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Mar 3, 2009 23:57:49 GMT -5
Post by thegunny on Mar 3, 2009 23:57:49 GMT -5
OOC: Snake, theres pretty much no other way out of this... these guys are going to shoot you, and your not going to get away once they move into a Vee formation and put you in a crossfire of sorts. Squires is a marine force recon sniper, I doubt that he won't take you down in the opening shots... none of the other guys are to be dismissed either. T.F.P personnel are hand picked, even if they're just army and not rangers, green beret, seals, marines, or Force recon, they're still going to take you down quickly. Your pretty much in the open.
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Mar 4, 2009 15:27:29 GMT -5
Post by Snake on Mar 4, 2009 15:27:29 GMT -5
OOC: Edited my post. To make things a bit more exciting, when Joe is a bit more alone I might try to escape.
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Mar 4, 2009 20:18:28 GMT -5
Post by thegunny on Mar 4, 2009 20:18:28 GMT -5
The team quickly approached the man and the man that had been taking point with Squires as they neared him quickly patted the man down as he checked to make sure the man was uninfected. He also confirmed he had a firearm, but by the T.F.P norm since he had not pointed his firearm at him they would allow him to retain his firearm, although remain weary until he proves that he is truly not a hostile survivor. The man's comments weren't very encouraging regarding how he would react to them, but they had no reason other then him calling them stupid to think he may be hostile to them; but that wasn't hostile enough to shoot him now or take away his pistol. The T.F.P had probably dumped truck loads of M4's on guys worse then him in their push to arm the U.S Mainland to help stem the tide of the infected that grew every day just as much from the defenseless and weak being attacked as much as the people they were able to defeat in the fight to return the U.S.A to its former stable, cozy, and safe glory.
Hes clean, sir.
Squires and the team, covering their comrade while he made sure that the unknown survivor wasn't infected, nodded and confirmed his report. The man didn't seem to be a police officer to him, so they didn't ask him what'd happened at the police station; they didn't really focus on that anywhere they want at all, after all. They were sent in to deal with infections, not figure out why they happened. It had happened and that was all anything meant to them at the moment, the Odin branch was supposed to deal with intelligence and they had a whole science branch to deal with things other wise. They're orders weren't to be here and collect data or information. However, they did ask several quick questions that would matter to them. Squires scanned around them as he said to the civilian in a less harsh tone then he would to his men
Civilian, you alright? Can you fight, and use that gun? And any idea how to the s**ts the police station is inside?
The 8 man team kept looking all around and maintaining situational awareness, one of them firing off a burst to drop a zombie that began to wander in their direction. The man who had searched Joe quickly to determine whether he was uninfected or not watched the man, ready to drop him in a moment as he held his M468 rifle skillfully and almost gracefully. All of the men projected a steely-hardened shell of veterancy and professionalism; all of them had been in combat before. All of them had been handpicked by the T.F.P. All of them were an elite something. They weren't about to let some brainless s**thead guys who couldn't walk in a straight line beat them, not without killing a hundred of them for just one of them. They'd call in artillery and airstrikes on their position or detonate their grenades on themselves before letting themselves join the undead hordes
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Mar 5, 2009 15:54:00 GMT -5
Post by Snake on Mar 5, 2009 15:54:00 GMT -5
Joe frowned. "That place? I just got knocked out the window by about 100 of those undead peeps." He glanced back at the police station, remembering how he had sacrificed himself so another group of survivors could escape. By some mirace he had survived, pulling a zombie out of the window with him when he was knocked out, he used te zombie as a kind of cushion and positioned it under him. By doing this he had escaped harm, despite falling two storeys. "I think even that elite team of yours would have some trouble clearing it out, if thats what your thinking. Oh, and I can still use this firearm. Pretty well actually, I'm a vetern of the last outbreak, spent the entire time in this city, surviving."
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Mar 7, 2009 20:40:28 GMT -5
Post by thegunny on Mar 7, 2009 20:40:28 GMT -5
The team maintained its hasty perimeter around Squires, the survivor, and the man watching the survivor cautiously. Every so often one of them fired several shots to take down a wandering zombie. Squires looked at the building and then looked down, pulling out his P.D.A and starting to fiddle with it. He marked the R.C.P.D building as "Gone" and recommended it either be bombed out or cleared out by a reinforced platoon to company sized unit, and then looked up at the survivor asking him one more question
Do you know of any nearby survivor watering holes?
Squires was giving the survivor a chance to have a say in where the team goes next. If he didn't, they'd go somewhere else. They might go check out the Raccoon city times building or the guns galore store, both of which the T.F.P and its fellow U.S military compatriots were interested in setting up as field posts. One as a safe house for teams moving around the city, and the other to act as a stronghold within the city, field command center, communication center, and an observation centre. As such, the Raccoon city times seemed like an attractive place to go next. Plus, he imagined that it would be also wanted by the T.F.P to get the data that the Raccoon city times had reported to it during the opening hours of the outbreak. They had already hacked the town government archives and gotten the police reports from them. They had gotten nothing from the Raccoon city times archives, because the entire buildings power was down.
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