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Mar 7, 2012 11:22:53 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Mar 7, 2012 11:22:53 GMT -5
Harrison didn’t waste time standing around in awe. She had some skills, sure, but they could admire them later. They were on a time table. If they screwed around, nightfall would be there before they knew it and they would have to stay out here another night.
He helped Conner to the ramp leading to the motor pool, making sure the gate had locked behind them.
“Ok, there should be a few cruisers left down here.” He said. The SWAT van would be gone, that had been taken by Harrison earlier. “Unless looters have gotten down here.” He said, going down the ramp and taking a look around the garage.
“Ok, got a few here.” He said, leaving Conner against the wall to go and make sure it would work. Last thing they wanted was to get on their way and find out that they had en eighth a tank of gas.
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Mar 7, 2012 13:26:20 GMT -5
Post by Rhinn on Mar 7, 2012 13:26:20 GMT -5
Well, the lady’s got skills, Connor thought. Hopefully that thing won’t be swinging in my direction anytime soon. He allowed Harrison to help him down the ramp to where the motor pool was. Normally, he would have waved off his help, but his ankle was really beginning to throb now… even with the med and the bandage. Along the way, he found something useful… a cane that had been left on the ground. He picked it up, choosing to use it instead of the sword or sheath.
“You never know when you might need the sword. I’m fine with this”, he said to Dominique as an explanation. He looked around. There were definitely some old Cruisers down here… only a handful. Three were the standard RCPD with lights and badges and 2 were unmarked… all were crown vics.
As Harrison began to check the cars, Connor made his way to the back where an office sat in the back right hand corner of the motor pool. “Harrison, if you can tell me which car, the keys may be in the office. Also, do you know how close we are to the armory?”
Connor didn’t like walking back into the Apartment Complex without something more substantial than his Glock, but the other part of him wanted to just get back to his daughter. They were now going on 2 days of an afternoon trip. His daughter and his sister would be freaking out by now, expecting the worse.
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Mar 18, 2012 17:51:03 GMT -5
Post by Reaper on Mar 18, 2012 17:51:03 GMT -5
Dominique sheathed her sword as she followed the others inside the garage. Looking around as she moved through the barley lit area she was making sure that there was no undead in the area while the others looked for a vehicle. She moved to the darker corners to check them over before moving back to the others. Except when she passed by the main door that lead into the department she noticed something on the ground. Walking over her hand gripped the hilt of her sword tighter. Kneeling down she picked up a red feather. "Damn him," she growled under her breath as she gripped the feather.
He wasn't suppose to be here, and that raised a whole new line of questions. One being how he was able to find out she was here, and another being who was the spy within her father's house. Only a very select few knew she was coming here, and they were all on the council. She reached for the door with the thought of following, but it quickly dawned on her that this was left on purpose. He knew that she would come here since she was with the others. He was no longer in the building. This feather was a message. He was watching them. "So you don't know where it is either." She stood up and made her way back to the others. "We find anything?"
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Mar 19, 2012 10:41:51 GMT -5
Post by Rhinn on Mar 19, 2012 10:41:51 GMT -5
Connor just grabbed all the keys from the office. He emerged out of the doorway and held them up, heading toward the car that Harrison was standing at.
"Nope, I'm from Chicago SWAT. Our precinct was set up differently. I could assume where it is, but I might be leading us away from it."
Connor nodded in Harrison's direction. "He's worked out of this area." Connor cut off as he handed Harrison the keys for the cruiser. As he looked inside, he realized that some of them still had a shotgun or rifle locked inbetween the front seats.
"I bet the ones that have weapons in them still have ammo in the trunks."
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Mar 23, 2012 21:40:03 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Mar 23, 2012 21:40:03 GMT -5
“Armory is in the back, down that hall.” Harrison said. “My keycard should still work, if we want to load up on ammo.” He said. It was a mixed bag, to him. Either waste more daylight for something that may not be needed, or use the time they had to get some firepower that may very well be needed.
“Start hobbling that way, I’ll be there in a moment when I verify the car still runs and we have enough gas for the trip.” He said, taking some keys from Conner and trying a few. Each were marked for the squad car they went to, so it was easy for him to tell. He tried to start the first, but it didn’t work. Probably a dead battery. Easy to fix, but they didn’t have the time to do it.
He moved to the second, and it started right up, but it was also low on gas. About an eighth of a tank. Well, at least they could siphon it from others.
“Ten minutes, we’ll have a car.” He said. “Dom, go find me a hose or something similar.” He said, walking over with an empty gas can from against the wall to the dead squad car.
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Mar 26, 2012 12:34:39 GMT -5
Post by Rhinn on Mar 26, 2012 12:34:39 GMT -5
Connor nodded and began to hobble down the hallway. It was hard to work a flashlight, a handgun and a crutch, but luckily Connor had a tactical light attached to his Glock. He switched it on and then continued down the darkened hallway. Halfway down the corridor, he saw a sign on a door that made him stop. It was white with a red cross on it, indicating that this was a medical station. He took his makeshift crutch and tapped on the door. He waited a few tense seconds, but there was no answer from behind the door.
From down the hallway a bit there came a handful of moans and some soft banging on the doors. A shudder went down Connor’s spine. He shown his light down the corridor, but nothin emerged. But something down there was undead and now he had stirred the hornet’s nest.
“Ten minutes, we’ll have a car.”
“Roger that”, Connor called back down toward Harrison and Dominique. As long as he didn’t screw the pooch in 10 minutes, they would be heading back to the Apartment Complex soon.
Entering the little medical office, Connor swept the room and found there was noone inside, living, dead, or undead. He flicked on the lightswitch with only one of the overhead lights flickering on, dimly. He made his way to the medical cabinet and was relieved to see it was still stocked. Working quickly he found some more powerful pain medication and popped two of them in his mouth before pocketing the rest. Then he set about improving his walking condition. Using a roll of medical tape, he was able to attach his cane to his leg, wrapping his leg with it. The end of the cane protruded less than inch beyond his shoe. It would hit the ground first, taking the wait of his body and softening the blow to his ankle, but it also meant now he couldn’t bend his knee. He could still walk faster than most of the undead he had encountered, but anything beyond a limping jog was out of the question.
Part of him wanted to load up with as many medical supplies as he could, but each extra pounds would weigh him down. If they made it back to the complex, and didn’t get killed along the way, he would get the medical treatment that he needed. Still, he grabbed just a few things, generic penicillin and such and stuffed it into his back.
Shining his light back out into the doorway, he looked down the corridor. The moaning and banging had stopped so he made his way as quitely as possible down the rest of the corridor to the armory. He looked back behind him, but he couldn’t see anyone following up. Harrison and Dom were probably still trying to get the car running. Almost hesitantly, he tapped the barrel of the gun against the heavy, steel reinforced door.
Almost immediately, a moan and a bang sounded off, not from the Armory door, but from the door next to him. He shown the light to the name plate and it indicated that the room was a breifing room. Then he made the mistake of shining the light through the window. Where as the armory door was a reinforced door, this one was not. The glass shattered almost immediately, as rotted hands reached through. Connor couldn’t count how many were in there, but more than a handful. They were all dressed in SWAT clothing, Connor realized, and they all had helmets on. The door buckled again and began to crack.
Connor swore, taking off down the hallway as fast as he could. He had made it halfway down the corridor when the door finally broke open with a sickening crack and the SWAT Zombies shambled after him. He hazzard a look back and saw that there were 10 of them. All of them armed, though the weapons would be useless. Not has useless were the tactical helmets they had on. It would protect them from headshots.
As he made it back into the motorpool, he yelled out. “We got to get out of here, load up! SWAT Zombies with helmets!” He realized how stupid it sounded… like a B-Movie straight from Hollywood’s seedier side. Hell if it was, then Dominique would be naked on the roof of the car and Harrison would be Ron Jeremy.
But this was real and with helmets on, they’d be hard pressed to take them down before being swarmed.
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Mar 27, 2012 17:31:24 GMT -5
Post by Reaper on Mar 27, 2012 17:31:24 GMT -5
Dominique's hand rested on her sword, but as she watched the group of undead following after Conner. Except looking at the undead instantly told her that the fight would be much harder than she would have expected. She turned to get into the car when a laugh caught her attention.
"Wasn't it in training that it was said if you place your hand on the hilt that you must draw the sword."
Her hand gripped the hilt tighter as she turned to look at the voice. "Jayden," she barked as she stepped away from the group. "I'll draw my sword if you get your grubby hands over here."
"If you wish to fight me that much . . ." he held out his hands as the undead swat team continued forward ". . . then you must make it through this group first. I will wait here until you do."
"Then so be it," she barked as she charged toward the group of undead. Drawing her sword she brought it up to cut through the first, but finding that the blade just barley scratched the surface of the chest plate. Still that didn't slow her as she ducked under another, and bringing the sword up to cut through the arm.
"You have to do better than that. At this rate I'll fall asleep." He turned to the others. "You best be on your way before she drags you down just like the others. She only hungers for death, and at the rate she keeps going she will so find it."
"Shut . . .UP!" she screamed as her blade managed to find the small space between the helmet and the guard protecting the undead's neck. With the head of the first undead falling she turned back to Jadyen. "Don't count me out," she growled as she moved to the next undead in her path.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 3, 2012 0:59:20 GMT -5
Harrison, after spitting a mouth full of gas that he had gotten for siphoning the tank of the dead police car, looked over with an incredulous look on his face when he heard Conner shout what he did.
“…The hell do you mean… Aw s***…” He snapped, sloshing some of the gas into the tank and twisting the gas cap on. He pulled his .45 from it’s holster for no real reason. If he had to, he couldn’t do much damage to them. It was more of a reflex than anything else. He opened the door to the car and started it, getting ready to get in when he saw Dominique run into the crowd. He had never seen the man she was speaking to.
“f**k, Dom! Get back here!” He yelled, watching her try to fight the monsters. She wasn’t doing well, and she was going to be swarmed in minutes.
“Conner, drive.” He snapped as he got out and pulled out his knife, leaving the gun on the passenger seat. He got to the crowd and snuck up on one, grabbing it around the helmet and jamming the point of his knife under the face shield. The zombie dropped to the ground.
“Come on, you’re going to get yourself killed!” He snapped, reaching out to grab her and pull her toward the car.
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Apr 4, 2012 15:24:32 GMT -5
Post by Rhinn on Apr 4, 2012 15:24:32 GMT -5
"Roger that!" yelled Connor, limp-running to the car. He didn't care about making noises now, with the undead behind him moaning to beat the band and Dominique swinging the sword. What the hell was she thinking anyway. It was like whacking a pinata with a stick... but the pinata was made out of kevlar.
He jumped in the car as Harrison ran to grab Dom and he shut the door and put the car in drive. Right now, he was facing the ramp heading back out into the city. Behind him, the undead SWAT members were converging on Dominique and Harrison.
"Bet that vest can't stop this thing."
Puttin the car in reverse, Connor slammed his foot down on the accelerator and laid his fist into the horn. The squeal of the tires echoed through the motor pool and it pulled a couple of the undead to turn towards him.
"Coming through!", Connor yelled out the window. As the car gained speed, it careened through the rear most portion of the mob. He couldn't really tell how many he had hit, but he had definitely counted at least 3 hard thuds and then they were accompanied by definite bumps underneath the car.
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Apr 7, 2012 19:18:25 GMT -5
Post by Reaper on Apr 7, 2012 19:18:25 GMT -5
"No," Dominique hollered as she tried to jerk away from Harrison, but as she turned back to the undead that approached she stopped fighting as he pulled her back to the car. She looked up at Jayden as he stood in the background.
"You are changing Dominique, but the question is are you turning toward your own freedom or becoming more of a pet toward your father." He grinned slightly before heading toward the door. "See you around."
Cursing slightly she climbed into the car without fighting Harrison anymore. She sat her sword across her lap. She looked back out the window as Harrison climbed into the car, and Conner took off out of the garage. She continued to stare at the door until it was no longer in site.
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Apr 10, 2012 17:12:18 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Apr 10, 2012 17:12:18 GMT -5
“The f**k is wrong with you?!” Harrison snapped when they were clear of the garage. “You almost got yourself killed!” Harrison snapped again before calming down a bit.
“Who the hell was that, anyway?” He asked her. She was sure ready to kill herself to try and get to him. So she must have known him, and more, she must have hated his guts. She charged a group of bulletproof zombies to try and get him. That was hate, plain and simple.
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Apr 11, 2012 15:04:10 GMT -5
Post by Rhinn on Apr 11, 2012 15:04:10 GMT -5
Connor flew up the ramp from the motor pool to the street level exit that put them back onto the streets. He slowed down, first so he wouldn't nail the building opposite the entrance and second, to conserve gas. Connor didn't know how much gas Harrison was able to get transferred before they had to leave.
He listened to Harrison berate Dominique and wanted to hear her response. He hadn't seen anyone back there, just that Dom had launched herself into the mob of SWAT Zombies. But he had been more concerned with getting away and warning the others.
At the end of the street, he turned left, putting himself back on to a road that would lead them back toward the Apartment Complex. He started to take stock of what he had... medicine... a Mossberg pump action shotgun was locked in place between the driver's seat and the passenger's seat. He checked and saw that it was loaded. That at least gave them 6 shots before it needed reloaded. They would probably need it when they got back to the Apartment Complex.
That's when the car started to sputter. Connor looked down at the gas gauge... it still said it had enough gas, but something else was wrong with this car. It lurched again and sputters and then went on again. There was no telling where this car would die.
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Apr 12, 2012 21:45:22 GMT -5
Post by Reaper on Apr 12, 2012 21:45:22 GMT -5
Dominique continued to look out the window as Harrison demanded answers. Her hand tapped against the sheath of her sword. When he was done and the car started to sputter she let out a heavy sigh. He would be back, and the longer she stayed with these two and from the way it sounded it would be for a bit. She knew secrets were going to come out and cause problems so why not come out before they could be. She shifted in her seat and looked down at her sword. An oath of secrecy, and yet she has never had to work with anyone before.
"I work for an organization that seeks out rare artifacts. I was trained from a young age, and that man . . . " she paused with a heavy sigh ". . . His name is Jayden he trained along side of me. We were really great friends inseparable if you can put it that way." She gripped her sword tightly. "That was until I found out he was the reason . . . He was the reason I had to stand back and watch my mother be torn apart by those creatures. She should have never gone beyond those gates . . . she had no reason, but it was because he lied . . . he . . . he . . ." she trailed off in thought.
"He disappeared after her death. I never seen him again, and at the time I didn't know what had happened. All I knew was that my best friend was gone when I needed him the most. I've gone through all these years thinking he was dead. Then a year ago my father told me the truth, and told me that he was still alive. Told me that he had lured my mother to her death in order to get into a competitor organization. For the past year ever mission I've been on he has done nothing but show up and taunt me. I sworn that when I got my hands on him I would tear him limb from limb." She finally looked up from her sword. "Is that what you wanted?" she growled slightly. "My life means nothing to me never has . . . all I've wanted was revenge for my mother's death. Next time just leave me I want my hands on his neck."
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Apr 19, 2012 2:43:46 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Apr 19, 2012 2:43:46 GMT -5
“F**K!” Harrison yelled, slamming his fist into the dash board when the car started to sputter. “Can anything else go wrong?” He snapped to no one in particular before stopping and letting out a deep breath.
“Drive as far as you can. Even if it only gets us a few blocks, it should be good enough. We’re almost there.” He said. Almost being a matter of blocks instead of miles, that was. And in terrain like this, a block could very well feel like a mile…
He took a look at Dom in the back seat and sighed. He knew what it was like to want someone dead. And to want it while you were breathing your last breath. He was sure he’d die in Vietnam, and he’d done nothing but make sure he took the guy’s who killed his friends with. But he survived… If hell wasn’t the dead walking, it was being alive after you had already accepted death.
“If it mean’s that much to you, we’re only a block away. But trust me. You’re not going to feel any better if you kill him.” Harrison said. “It doesn’t change anything when you kill him. Your mom is still dead.” He said. His friends were still dead, her mother was still dead. A lot of people were still dead. And no one could do anything about it.
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Apr 20, 2012 9:59:39 GMT -5
Post by Rhinn on Apr 20, 2012 9:59:39 GMT -5
Connor gunned the engine again, revving it and then switching it to neutral. The car lurched again and then the engine sputtered. Then Connor turned the wheel to get them down the street that lead to the Apartment Complex. They were in luck because it had a little bit of a decline, so the car would roll a bit farther. As he straightened up the wheel, the engine died, plunging them into silence.
Up ahead, Connor was scanning a good place for them to retreat. They were still 4 blocks from the Complex... so close yet so far away. A small building with a flat roof looked to be a good place to hole up. It was one of those dual zoned areas, with mom and pop stores on the bottom floor and small apartments making up the next two floors.
"Okay, so when we finally stop, let's head to that red brick building that says Emilio's Groceries. There looks to be an escape ladder on the outside that will take us to the roof. I'll grab the shotgun and look in the trunk for more ammo."
The car finally rolled to a stop. Working quickly, Connor opened the door and stepped out, using the crutch to steady himself. Then he reached back in and grabbed the shotgun from his base. It was a typical semi-auto shotgun with an extended ammo tube. Reaching down, he flipped the switch to pop the trunk and then went to the back. Inside, there was a kevlar helmet and tactical vest... not much help with the undead, but there was also one box of 12 shotgun shells. Connor quickly grabbed them and put them in his pocket. Then he turned to head toward the ladder.
Moans floated in on the wind, along with the rank smell of the undead. Looking behind him, he saw that the engine had attracted a large crowd of zombies. He was about to tell Harrison and Dom to make a run for the Complex... that he would stay here and hold them off until they could get help.
That's when he noticed another crowd of undead shambling in from the direction of the Complex. They were cut off.
Connor hopped faster to the ladder.
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