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Post by Dark Nomad on Jun 13, 2010 8:44:02 GMT -5
Jake watched as the sparks lit the fuel on fire, catching most of the zombies on fire. Jake kept shooting at any of the zombies that came closer, keeping Alison and himself safe and keeping an eye on Vince. Jake saw the opening to run and he took it motioning to the other two to follow. Jake ran through the opening in the crowd, holding onto Alison as they ran.
As they got out of the storage room an infected jumped out at them. The infected didn't stand a chance to Jakes fast reflexes. Jake threw the infected to the ground and shot it in the head with his shot gun. They were almost out of the building. They could see the hole in the wall where the monster broke through earlier.
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Post by madmanx225 on Jun 13, 2010 9:27:24 GMT -5
The hole in the wall that the monster made grew nearer and nearer. It was only a matter of time before the trio made it back to the desert. The Infected were moaning behind them as a slight tremble shook them around. A siren that was still intact started to echo through the chorridors, Vince signaled the group to keep close and rush for the opening; the trembles grew louder. Vince, Jake, and Allison bursted through the opening and didn't look back.
Infected flew out of the opening as the large trembles grew louder and a small figure appeared. A Tyrant had awoken with all the commotion going on. "Looks like that sick fu*k had another pet after all." The group might be able to knock the Tyrant out but Tyrants were hard to kill. An HK36, a Model 1887, and a .44 Magnum were no wheres near enough firepower to kill this abomination. The Tyrant drew nearer as Vince realised they only had two options: Run or Knock it into the Grand Canyon. The group headed backwards as the Tyrant walked towards them.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jun 13, 2010 19:56:29 GMT -5
"Vince and Alison, go ahead I will be right behind you two" Jake said as he withdrew his tactical knife from an ankle sheith. Jake charged the tyrant, gun in one hand, knife in the other. Jake dodge the creatures large arms and stuck the knife into the tyrants head. Jake held onto the knife handle as the monster tried to throw him off. Jake pointed the gun at the monsters head and pulled the trigger. Jake shot the creature, the bullet removing the flesh of the tyrants face away to reveal a skull made of mostly metal. Jake must have struck through one of the parts that was made of bone.
Jake could see the brain of the creature in the back of it's now empty eye sockets. The creature couldn't see anything now but still was throwing Jake around. Jake lost his grip on the knife and went flying to the ground. The air was knocked from him but he stood back up in spite of the pain. "I am not leaving without my knife" Jake said as he jumped onto it's back and grabbed the knife's handle. He wrapped his arm with the gun around its neck and pulled the knife out. With a mighty thrust he jammed the knife to the back of the eye sockets into the brain. The monster tried to throw Jake off again, but it only made it worse. Jake twisted and pushed the knife in deeper until the creature started to slow down. Jake was sure he was about to kill it but he wasn't about to get off of the creature.
As the tyrant dropped to the ground, Jake moved around to the front side of the creature. Jake loved the blood, and violence that came from the outbreaks, and being able to kill when ever he wanted was the best. Jake put the shotgun into the other eye socket and pulled the trigger. The creature flew back slamming it's head on the ground. Jake grabbed the knife from the creature's eye and turned back to the other two.
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Post by madmanx225 on Jun 14, 2010 14:00:52 GMT -5
The Tyrant's head, once a symbol of frightening invincibility, was now a mere gore pile. Jake had destroyed the Tyrant like it was nothing. Vince never would have chosen that option, it probably never would've crossed his mind. The group seemed to finally be out of harms way; seeing how everything was dead. Jake and Allison returned to Jake's Harley as she propped herself on the back. Vince followed, astonished by Jake's move against the Tyrant. "So I guess that's it then." Vince laughed as he shook Jake's hand and thanked him for his help. He looked to Allison and nodded a goodbye as he noticed behind her there was a Helicopter on top of the intact garage, next to the desolated building. He saw it was in good shape and could possibly take him to Raccoon City. He looked back to Jake for a final goodbye. "Be safe, bro, I'm gonna take that helicopter to Raccoon City."[Now in McCarren International Airport]
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Post by Kruger on Jun 14, 2010 14:19:42 GMT -5
Miguel road down a stretch of road along the Grand Canyon. That was until the sound of an explosion and gunfire had caught his attention. He road his motorcycle over toward the action. He doubted that the cartel was still going because shortly after he landed at the airport the get Andreas to safety they were over ran by zombies. He rode toward where the sounds where coming from to see a man and a girl on a bike. and a man standing in the sand. Behind them was a building the had a huge hole in the wall that has smoke coming out of it. There was also two monstrous dead things. Miguel sheathed his machete and holstered his desert eagle and started walking over. "It was funny", he thought to himself as he walked, "about how I stick out like a sore thumb. I mean all I'm wearing is a Black tank top and a pair of woodland camouflaged pants.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jun 14, 2010 18:23:33 GMT -5
Jake was surprised at how fast Vince was running away. He was already done with Jake's help but Jake didn't act surprised. "So I guess that's it then." Vince said while shaking Jake's hand. "Be safe, bro, I'm gonna take that helicopter to Raccoon City." Vince said before the rumble of another motorcycle rang out over the screams of burning zombies and the roar of the flames. The man pulled up on his bike from the direction Jake was heading.
"Well f**k, Aztec what is with your clothes? Viva la revolucion? I thought I wouldn't meet up with you for a few more days since I had to make a stop at the contest for Big Ed's bike." Jake laughed as he pointed at his new motorcycle. Jake walked towards the Aztec while talking to him. Jake had now forgotten all about Vince and was more concerned with reuniting with his outlaw friend.
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Post by Kruger on Jun 14, 2010 18:34:00 GMT -5
"Things aren't going good Jake", said Miguel as he walked closer, "Andreas is dead and Delgoto is missing. For all I know the cartel is done. So you got the bike in a contest?" Miguel looked at Jake and thought something. "So how many?", he asked. As he looked at a guy going over to a rundown building.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jun 14, 2010 18:54:02 GMT -5
"Wait, are you telling me you didn't hear about the big f**king event? There were more guys there then there have been in a city lately. This biker, Big Ed, appearantly he was somebody important. That is, until he was eaten. His bike was up for grabs, who ever was the last one standing got it." Jake explained about the bike. "He is heading to Raccoon City. God knows why. That place is a sheer Hell hole. Nothing lives in Raccoon City. So it is just me, you, and Alison." Pointing to the hotty on the back of Jake's bike.
"So almost all of us are gone? Just me and you?" Jake said referencing the Cartel.
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Post by Kruger on Jun 14, 2010 19:05:12 GMT -5
"As far as I know its just us", Miguel said as he put a cig in his mouth. "Also no I didn't here about the contest but something tells me that you didn't go there and win it with your looks. So how many did you kill to get a hold of this bike?", Miguel look at the guy a little more and said, "That man there probably has nothing left to live for if he is heading for Raccoon City." He then looked back at the building. He then said, "Well it looks just like old times." Miguel then walked over to his bike and grabbed a bottle of water and took a drink. He then started his motorcycle and rode over beside Jake and stopped.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jun 15, 2010 16:19:56 GMT -5
"Killed? What makes you think I killed anyone? Now beat the s*** out of? Quiet a few." Jake laughed at Miguel. Jake got on his bike, felt Alison's hands wrap around him, and started the bike. "So here's the question of the f**king day: Who are we going to kill now? or Where are we going to go to cause Hell?" Jake asked the other biker.
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Post by Kruger on Jun 15, 2010 20:06:19 GMT -5
Miguel threw is cigarette on the ground and looked at Jake. "That my old friend is up to you. I already killed someone today. That is how I got the water." Miguel chuckled a little bit. "But all I can say is that I know you and you always like to pick the fun places to go."
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jun 16, 2010 16:46:34 GMT -5
Jake laughed and started to think about where they could go. Jake hadn't heard about any fun happening soon so he turned to Alsion sitting behind him on the bike. "Have you heard of anything happening within a day or two that we can get to?" Jake asked Alison.
"Well if you want fun there is always Vegas. The group you won the bike from is going to go there and have a big f**king party." Alison answered. Jake thought for a moment, a big f**king party in the city of sin with a ton of biker outlaws who don't care about what any law enforcer says. "Alright then Vegas we go." Jake said while starting his bike.
Outlaws roaming free in Vegas was sure to cause some sort of trouble since Jake didn't usually hang out with others except his few friends in the Cartel. Jake knew someone would pick a fight and thats when fun happens.
{Jake and Miguel are now on the Strip in Las Vegas}
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jul 23, 2010 12:00:12 GMT -5
)(Pulling in from New Orleans.)(Eight, black, beady eyes scanned the rocks around it; reflections of the woman in its way shining from each onyx dome. It chittered, twitching a leg now and again. The spider had taken its feed, now it just wanted to go home and plant its body against the warm bedrock; this human was making that endeavor awkward though. It twitched its leg again flicking sand into the air, a warning sign; purely on intimidation means; there was no way it could size up to this other animal. It bided its time but now it was fed up, propelling of the mound of sand it sat on and freestyling to its hideout. Aya dived, as the spider scrambled into its hole she dug her arm in after it clamping her fingers tight, "Catcha!" laughing in exhilaration; for how small it was it sure put up a fight, digging its legs into the tunnel around it. Eventually Mr. Tarantula pulled free, thrashing in Aya's grip, "Calm down, calm down. I just wanna look," she spoke to the arachnid, as if it helped. 'Ten legs...' looking at the extra pair of limbs from the front of the abdomen, 'Interesting. Looks as if- nggh!' the flailing wasn't just to wriggle free, claws protruded from the ends of its legs, 'Self defense,' Aya snatched a leg out of the air feeling the muscles twitch, she squeezed the end forcing the claw out, 'Hmm,' doubling back on her promise, she pinched the claw and pulled hard; out it came with a long string of muscle, "Sorry champ," holding it up to the light to look, 'Very little muscle,' noticing the assaulted leg had gone limp, 'If it hasn't shed its shell then it either needs the external skin for warmth or UV protection. Could probably compare it to wearing an EOD suit,'Being so wrapped up in the anatomy of the leg, Aya hadn't noticed the strange lumps forming in the abdomen; at least not until the last second. The abdomen peeled open revealing what looked like rows of teeth; she flinched but couldn't do much else to stop it from clamping down around her wrist. The feeling of millions of needles stabbing under her skin surged up her arm, suppressing the need to scream was hard. Seconds passed as the girl worked to tear off the clamped down arachnid. A little more force and a lot more damage to the body of the creature granted freedom from her arm; it was dead by this stage. Aya checked her wrist noting no discolouration, but a lot of holes for blood to run out of, 'Fricken fiesty,' she looked to the dead spider in her hand. It had began to bubble, curiousity had to be overruled for safety. As much as Aya wanted to know what was going on a part of her already understood the conclusion and had built a summary, throwing the arachnid over the rock she sat next to in time for the thing to explode. 'Explode' might sound a little extreme. It was more of a 'pop'. The sizzling sound was from the acid burning whatever it touched, 'Last measure. Even when it's dead it still tried to inflict damage,' as much as it had hurt it was still interesting, 'I'll need to be more gentle next time,' dusting her denim pants off while standing up. ------------------------------------------------------- She had appologized more than once; the trip took just a little over four days. Again and again Aya had asked to stop up just so she could check out an ecosystem and try to find something interesting. She had even dropped more sleep while ducking out of camp and nightcrawling with the nocturnal bunch, the end result making her very logy in the end feeling the micro sleep even while on the road. It was dangerous, but sh*t, the trip would have been longer if they didn't remain on schedule. Either way, all three had made it into the deep end of Nevada, "I guess we could go into Vegas some time, just... ah..." the girl made the suggestion at one stage, something Tyson and Matthew would probably be keen on; but she never really meant it. With the return of flooding memories a self esteem, or lack there of, popped up as well. Entering a huge piece of civilisation felt as if it would contradict herself over the past months. Aya sucked it up though, figuring it'd be weird to steer clear of a spot with clean water... a meal that wasn't either OD or military. At the moment they took their time moving down the pockets of settlements hanging over the canyon; one eye out on the researcher's behalf of a way to climb down successfully which also left a means to climb back out. Checking out the sunken ecosystem would probably have to wait for another time. Popping the latch of a pouch on the Luna, Aya fished for some bandage in the medical corner to help out with the wound. There was no need for disinfectant or styptic; Progenitor would deal with that; it took whatever extra help was on offer though as Aya wrapped it tight and pinned the pressure. Her hand felt numb, but that was her own damn fault. Unfortunately the encounter and the wound caused the lack of sleep to finally take a toll, "Man, feels like gravity just got worse," she became heavy, heaving herself onto the Luna; her back lay against the body while her feet rested on the tail, "I'm just gonna... rest my eyes," she drawled using her hood to mask the sun, head resting in her hands, "Wake me... if-" the sentence cut loose giving way to the catnap.
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Post by .Merios on Jul 23, 2010 21:49:21 GMT -5
He hadn't seen Aya in a while, and it was probably for the better. He was sleeping in the back seat of the Impala, the windows rolled down and the hood up- the battery was disconnected so the doors could remain open without draining it and he had to make sure it had a reliable charge for the road. He had stashed his backpack and other weaponry as well as all his other equipment in the trunk of the car, locked. He had his keys in his pocket. His ratty military cap was covering his face and he was spread out over the leather of the back seat, his right foot dangling out the right side door and his left bunched up on the floor board.
Something woke him up- he sighed and grunted loudly, moving to pull himself up and sit straight, the cap falling off his face and onto his lap. He moved to situate it on his head and he moved to the door and leaned out, looking around. Aya was apparently sleeping on her motorcycle. He pulled himself to his feet, walking over to the motorcycle, as it was next to his car. She was drifting off, but not quite asleep.
"I woulda' offered you the backseat, but I didn't know if you were a cuddler."
He moved to the trunk of the car, squinting at the bright sun. He fished around in his pocket and pulled out his keys, opening the trunk. He reached in and pulled out his pack and his machete and shut it back. It was too hot for his normal jacket, so he was wearing just his gray tank top- which was stained with blood. He set his pack on the trunk and reached in, withdrawing a stick of deodorant. He applied it and tossed it back in the bag, pulling out an aerosol can of deodorant and using it as well before putting it back in the bag.
He closed the pack and set it on the side of the car, accessible by the right side doors. He walked around the car and sat down in the back seat right side opened door. He reached into his pack and pulled out his large water skin, setting his machete on the floor board. He took a long swig of water and set it back down on his lap, wiping his mouth.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 24, 2010 10:24:54 GMT -5
Tyson sat on the hood of his truck, enjoying the sun and the dry heat. Since he signed up in the Army, his first AO had been the middle east. You got used to it after a while. You also got used to working off little to no sleep. Little known fact. If you did it long enough, your body could get used to an hour or two of sleep a night. Hell, less time than that even, but that wasn’t as good in the long term. The body would begin to get the restful sleep it needed as soon as you fell asleep, and you could wake up two hours later feeling like you had been asleep for nine or ten hours, perfectly refreshed. He’d been grabbing these two hours naps whenever someone else was awake, and then sitting on his hood to keep an eye out while the others slept. Old habit, posting a watchman when you were camping for the night. One that had proved useless so far, but better safe than sorry. Aya came back, her hand bleeding like a stuck pig. Tyson didn’t move to help, he knew she would be ok, she already had it wrapped. Worse came to worse, he couldn’t have done anything anyway. He wasn’t a doctor.
She spoke of going into Las Vegas, and he thought on it for a moment.
“Vegas…” Tyson said slowly, looking at the chunk of wood in his hand that he’d been trying to carve into a shape as he sat on the hood of his truck. First, a dog or even wolf of some kind. He’d abandoned that when he realized how much harder it was than it seemed, and tried to make a snake. He soon abandoned the entire piece of wood for a new one, this time trying more basic shapes. A square at first, something he’d achieved with some measure of success, and now he was trying to make a sphere. It was coming along nicely. He only had one more corner to cut off and shape.
He thought about it. Did he really want to go to Vegas? Sure, some luxuries would be nice. A shower, a hot meal, a bed in a room that you didn’t have to sleep lightly in for fear of an undead attack. And then there was the needs. Refresh supplies, get more ammo, especially ammo. Most of the reason he had stopped using his main weapon was for the fact that he was down to less than a hundred rounds. Anyone who knew him knew that was only a few seconds of fire. 6.5mm rounds were hard to come by for a scavenger. He’d gotten lucky, found a hunting shop and was able to load up on .44’s. Shotgun shells too, the only reason he took the Remington that sat on the hood next to him. But he’d want to re-supply.
Then again… Vegas was uninfected. One of the few places that were uninfected. Everyone and their dogs had at least a mole in that place, if not a setup in a public or private matter. Who knew how many people were watching, looking for specific people or objects… He was betting he was being looked for still. Sincell had a lot of resources, even if they weren’t even publicly alive anymore. Mostly criminal, which made them a bit more dangerous. But through that…
“I think the benefits outweigh the consequences.” Tyson said, looking over at Aya to see her sleeping on her bike. He smirked, first at the odd way she was positioned, and then how funny it might be to yell out something that indicated an attack. He could imagine the look on her face if she shot up only to find herself falling to the ground. He decided against it for a moment. She’d be ****ed. Instead he looked over to Matt and wondered what to say. Conversation had been thin, anything that didn’t need to be said hadn’t been said. Seemed like a good time to try and get to know something about the guy.
“So how’s it hangin’ Mr. Matthew?” He said, not looking away from his carving. Corner cut off, time to shape it down.
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