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Post by Winters on Mar 25, 2011 3:52:07 GMT -5
The second Arc heard all the commotion, he instantly moved for the sliding door, and opened it up, seeing Anna standing there confused on why he got up without saying anything. But she looked a little more confused as to what was happening at the entrance checkpoint to the camp. After hearing the gunshots, knew he couldnt let anything happen to the people in this camp. It was here that he realized exactly what was going on with him, and how to control it, or at least keep it in check a little more. It was almost the ultimate test of making sure he didnt break out into a frenzy when all of the gunfire went off. None of these thoughts crossed his mind, Arc was strong now, he felt like he was able to control everything.
"Here ya go, soldier..." Mike tossed Arc an assault rifle, along with two magazines. It was something he had laying around for the longest time, but never got the chance to even use it. Knowing the background of the man Arc, it would be better in his hands. "Just go and make sure everybody stays inside, only the ones that arent afraid to fight show themselves." With that said, Arc had moved further into the camp to see exactly what was going on, knowing Anna and Rick had been following behind with a gun in their hands.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 26, 2011 3:34:57 GMT -5
Before moving on any further, Anna glared at the back of Arc's head and smacked him lightly on it. Squinting when he looked at her suprised, she'd spoken up before he could. "You scared us half to death, you shoulda told someone you were going to talk to Mike," she scolded, unknowing of the situation and both Richard and Anna pretty much eyed and fumed with him like parents to a child.
Of course while this happened, half of the survivors had been awaiting in areas of the camp with a variety of weapons, ready to take on the bats*** a**holes that threatened their community. Mitch for one had pressed his back up against the trailer of Doc Dodge, with a shotgun in hand. Hearing some shuffling, he glanced over to see a few of the children hiding beneath the trailer.
For their sake, they had to win this battle. The checkpoint remained dead silent as the culprits had came smashing through one of the barricades, sending a couple of old vehicles crashing into the side rails of the bridge and collapsing into the water below. As they entered the checkpoint, they'd motioned toward the bridge, five new pairs of headlights shone from the other side making their band of five into ten truck loads of men with guns.
Anna watched closely from where she hid before looking over at whom she could only assume to be the leader of the pack. He was big, gruff and looked like a complete douchebag. He barked out orders to all the other men and they happily obliged. As things went, she knew he'd probably be the toughest of them all.
"Everyone is in their defensive positions...they're waiting for me to give the signal," Richard told Anna. She careuflly glanced about and could barely see the concealed survivors hiding in so many hidden areas, she was impressed.
"Whenever you two are ready," she told both men.
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Post by Winters on Mar 26, 2011 13:27:50 GMT -5
"Does it ever end?" Arc spoke out in a low, sad growl. This was the last thing he wanted to do, violence. But when a man pretty much lives and breaths on it, its not harming him any. Regardless of these men being hostile or not, they were once just like everybody in this camp. Its the greed that took them over, made them act like this, theyre in more need for supplies that anybody here.
The second Arc had sprung into action, the signal was given, and everything had gotten started in an instant. Gunfire rang out from all directions, and if everybody wasnt worried about keeping into cover, they would remember exactly what gunfire does to the infected. However long this fight will last, its just a matter of time before the zombies come hunting down everybody at the camp. Arc didnt think about that right now, he focused on staying out of the light, and getting around behind some of the trucks instead. The moonlight wasnt much of a guide, so all of the light in the camp had come from the headlights of the vehicles. Stay out of the light, your basically invisible.
After reaching the side of the truck, most, if not all of the opposition had been inside the came and fighting now. Getting killed, killing, who knew, the only thing that could be heard here gunfire and yelling. Had his head been somewhere else, Arc would have just came at them with a knife, but he was able to control himself for the first time, and when he needed to the most. Holding onto the assault rifle actually reminded him from back home, his real home, the warefield in Brazil before the outbreak. Hes been living and breathing combat since he was young, maybe thats why his condition is based around that, who knows. What Arc did know is that he had a chance, and he took it.
Popping out from behind cover and aiming at the men from behind, Arc flipped the gun into single shot, and than tapped the trigger several times while guiding the barrel. Five 4-shot bursts, five men down before they even realized that they were being flanked from behind. Once he felt the gunfire toward him, Arc dipped back into cover, recalculating the bullets he fired. Twenty shots, ten bullets left in this magazine. The other two seemed heavier though, extended magazines, 45 shots in the clip. These guys were amertures though, clearly, because if they had more combat experience than they do now, five of their men wouldnt have been killed in seconds by one, regardless of who that man was.
The flank had been successful, but also to Anna and the others. The men know somebody is behind their lines of fire, and a little less than half would retreat back to the trucks to locate the shooter. Arc needed to make his ten shots count, couldnt risk a reload while so many people were pointing guns at him. But he could hear the large caliber sniper rifle making impact on the men, and knew it was that survivor up in the trees, concielded by the branches. The camp didnt have the fight one, nor was it lost.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 27, 2011 6:23:19 GMT -5
Anna and Richard split up and went their own way in the camp in order to cover more ground. She'd managed to make it behind one of the old, run down cars that had been completely swallowed and tucked away in wild ivy and branches. It helped that it was pretty dark in this specific corner and it left her with enough room to baill out of this area and into the lake. She wasn't too worried about the gunfire, however, with all the barricades and in such an isolated area, it would attract maybe a couple of undead here and there, but they'd be dead before they could even get a foot into camp.
As far as the gunfight had gone, Mr.Gahn had taken out four men, Arc taken out five and a few were injured, but so were some of their own.
Suddenly, two men had came into her line of fire, grasping onto someone from a tent nearby and dragging her out. A woman, screaming and kicking her legs, no less. Anna took aim and held her gun steady before taking potshots at the two, nailing ont in the side of the head, above the temple and hitting another in the neck. It took four shots but ne died instataneously and the other had lost grasp, clutched his neck and collapsed, bleeding to death.
Another man had noticed the sudden deaths near her and it didn't take long for him to realize there was someone there. Anna knew this and instead of counting her rounds, she crawled out from behind her hiding spot and moved behind it's back end, watching the man run over to the other old vehicle and begin shooting at it, randomly.
She was going to shoot but pulling the trigger, it clicked empty. Patting her pockets and puches, she didn't feel any extra mags and this didn't seem to bode well since her shotgun would be too loud and messy to use. Swearing, she grasped onto her knife she'd stored in her belt and was going to sneak up on him, gut him like a fish and drop him in the lake, but she was just not that stealthy...
So instead, she snuck her way on toward Richard...hopefully he could spare some clips.
As soon as she turned her back, however, another gunshot rang near and the enemy she had spared had dropped with a bullet to the head. Seeing the angle of the shot, she could only deduce that Mr.Gahn had something to do with that one.
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Post by Winters on Mar 27, 2011 14:02:18 GMT -5
As the gunfire continued, Arc took the opportunity to rise up over the car and fire the last ten shots at another bunch of men, all the while sidestepping behind an overturned car. Quickly tossing the empty magazine to the ground, he drove another one into it, hearing the bullets hitting the steel behind him. Arc wasnt afraid of being shot, before or after the incident of his. This whole deal took him back in time, it was just like the war in his village eighteen years ago. A lot had changed since than, obviously, but the tides shifted in their direction this time. They could fight a winning battle this time around, and Arc wouldnt be forced to flee while his friends and family get slaughtered. Not this time.
As the shoot stopped momentarily, Arc sprung up against and fired off a few more rounds, but dropped his the rifle sling to his side. Running forward, he pulled out his knife, and drove it upwards into the mans neck, and than reached for the gun he was holding before it fell out of his hands. Using him as a human shield, one who was already dead, Arc threw the body toward another ground of assailants. As they were dodging the corpse, he rolled back into the shadows, the shotgun pumping back out from a different direction every few seconds. Once it was out, the gunfire stopped, and he saw one one the men in his area. The second he lowered his gun to check it out, Arc swung the empty shotgun forward, driving it into the mans chest, and then pulled out his own assault rifle and went further into camp.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 27, 2011 18:46:10 GMT -5
Anna had been in a crouch, making her way through the gunfire, taking cover here and there to get her hands on some ammunition. Doing so, she could hear some screaming taking place behind the trailer and some cars. Three men were were grasping onto Clarissa's leg and pulling her out from beneath, the others kicking dirt at the kids that were further beneath. A rush of anger had overwelmed the woman and sneaking up behind the man with Clarissa, she'd smashed the end of her shotgun into the side of his head and cocked the weapon, sending out a spray effect from the weapon into both men's chests.
They stumbled back, gurgling blood but one of them managed to point their weapon at her. She used the shotgun almost like a bar and smacked it into his face and when he went down, she curb stomped the bastard.
She absolutely hated it when people f**ked with kids, in a way it was one of her few beserk buttons. Clarissa managed to scurry back beneath the trailer, but not before grasping Anna's attention, pushing the other man's handgun at her feet.
"Anna, thanks!" she told her.
Anna grasped onto it and nodded before making her way back around the trailer, but as soon as she did, she'd seen Richard taking care of two other men a little ways away towards the lining of the trees. She was going to go help but without noticing, one of the women of the enemy groups had seen her and without a bat of a lash, shot at her.
Anna grunted when she felt something rip through her shoulder. The pain was indescribable and before long she'd jerked forward and hit the ground, face first into the dirt. Richard had caught a glimpse and while distracted, was hit in the face with a right hook.
"f**king bastard!" he growled, spitting out a little blood and front kicking the guy square in the gut into his fallen friend who was trying to recover from a previous attack from Richard. He quickly silenced them with a bullet to both arms each, he didn't wanna kill em, but they wouldn't be able to wield their guns for a good long time.
He was trying to get to Anna, but a spray of bullets began hailing among him. He leapt behind a large boulder and heard the rattling of ammunition spray into it. His heart was racing and his fatigued body was fidgeting from the adrenaline and the current scare he was experiencing with Anna. He had to get to her before someone else did.
Anna, meanwhile, was trying to get up when the woman that shot her and stomped on the back of her shoulder, pushing down on the wound. Anna gritted her teeth sharply and screamed out.
"AAAAARGH, FFf**k!" she yelled, tears streaming down her eyes. The woman crouched down and place the barrel of the gun behind her head, smirking.
"G'night, princess," she told her smugly. Pulling the trigger, nothing had happened, nothing but a click. Cursing, she looked at the jam gun, slamming it against her hand. Before she could mutter out anymore explicitives, Anna had pushed the b*tch off and grasped onto her new aquired gun, with a shakey hand, she'd sent a bullet into the woman's face, a little lower between the eyes, but still getting the job done. Wasn't too hard since she was right in her space anyway.
The recoil, however, had absorbed into her shoulders, leaving horrible, ping of pain. "AAArrrgh!" she scream out again, gripping onto her injures shoulder tighter. Blood began to slip between her fingers and the pain made her vision so mixed up and warped, she had felt the need to vomit.
"Urgh, f**king eh," she groaned, crawling toward one of the tents. She kept behind four of them, moving to get closer to another safe zone. As she did, holes began to appear in every tent she'd passed. Someone had seen her again. She wasn't as worried, they'd stopped soon after, prolly assuming she was dead.
"Not yet, anyway," she said aloud and began shooting wildly at two others from behind a large, wide, tree.
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Post by Winters on Mar 28, 2011 2:23:41 GMT -5
Upon seeing the whole scene unfold with Anna, Arc had been a little too late. Seeing her crawl into a tent, the other men around hadnt bothered with her, and focused on shooting at Arc now. Raising his assault rifle, the firing continued, taking out two of the men before jumping into cover behind an RV. After the gunfire stopped, Arc quickly sprung out and fired off the remaining bullet in his gun at the opposing side, killing them effortlessly. But when he ran out of ammunition for the gun, all he did was drop it at his feet, and pull out the knife. If he could control himself, than he should be able to focus more in close quarters combat, even if hes going up against bullets.
Moving around back of the RV where the lights hadnt been shining, Arc rushed in behind two of the men, and ended their lives in a second, with bloodshed covering the ground. Moving inside the tent, he seen Anna laying on the ground, wounded in the shoulder. "The rest of the camp will be fine, stay in the tent, ill patch you up..." Knowing that in a matter of minutes, Anna would most likely pass out from bloodloss, Arc searched the place for the required materials. Nothing else was on his mind. Normally, if he wasnt in control, he would have been going after the rest of the men, making sure they were all dead. But now, he only cared about making sure Anna had been in better condition that laying on the ground bleeding out. "You did good."
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 28, 2011 2:37:33 GMT -5
Anna had sat with her legs crossed in the tent, the gunfire outside was still rampant. Arc was about to head out for some material and told her she'd done well, but she didn't feel like it. Not in the least. She only killed maybe, five men and then got shot, laid out for the remainder of the fight. This wasn't what she'd call, " A job well done".
When Arc was getting ready to leave, Richard had came into the tent to see her. His look of concern had been mixed with anger when he'd seen all the blood. It was like a replay of 1998 Raccoon. Arc informed him of gathering some medical supplies for it.
Richard nodded and put his hand on her shoulder, pushing her down on her back. He put his other hand ontop of that one and tried to supress the bleeding until he could come back. Thankfully, this tent was out of sight, it was Jake's and it also happened to be the largest and tucked somewhere in the trees so he could keep watch over the checkpoint.
He wasn't as worried about Aryn since she was with the other children under the trailer, no one messed with them after aside from the ones Anna took out, since then, people kept passing them up altogether.
He stayed crouched down, looking at his friend who presperated perfusely and had become rather pale. She looked over at him, momentarily, a faint smile on her face. "I don't feel so good..." she told him.
Richard tilted his head a little and frowned. "Well yeah...ya got shot. You nearly bled out. But you're gonna be fine, Doctor Dodge is here and there's a nurse somewhere about, who's dealt with these before. Arc's gonna get ya some supplies too...just...rest now...you deserve it," he said to her.
She stared up at him silently before smiling again. "I missed you.." she grumbled on, it was apparent she was on the verge of hysteria.
"I bet..." he responded with a chuckle. "I missed you too, Anna," he finally finished.
She'd turned her face and before long, she was back into dreamland. Richard kept his hands pressing down on her and looked over his shoulder. Scanning the room, he was trying to scope out something, anything, to help. Jake had to have left something in his tent, right?
It was then a red box caught his eye. It hada white cross on the top and in bold print, "First Aid".
It was little ways away from him, so he pulled one hand off of the other and leaned as far out as he could, stretching his arm to grasp it. His fingertips brushed against it and after some more stretching and pulling, the box flipped over toward him.
Clicking it open, he'd seen a note inside. Looked like it'd been written recently.
Clarissa, packed a first aid incase something happends and the doc is being a complete douche to you as always. Take care, Jake.
Well, Anna needed this more than Clarissa did at that point, of course all that was in there was some simple things, not enough to suture the wounds. He didn't know how to do that anyway.
Grasping onto some guaze, he went to work on her shoulder. Of course seeing the blood beneath her, raised a few questions. Carefully turning her onto her side, there was another hole. The bullet must have gone staight through.
As he reached for another gauze, he'd noticed something different...The gunfire had seemed to seize...
"...Is it over...?"
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Post by Winters on Mar 29, 2011 14:15:21 GMT -5
After Richard and the doctor, along with a few others, had gotten into the tent now, Arc felt it was better to leave everything to the ones that were professionals. He wasnt at all a doctor, nor did he really have any proper medical training, just what he had learned on the field. Leaving the tent, still gripping onto the rifle, he drove the last magazine inside of it just in case the fighting hadnt all stopped. By the time he was on the other side of camp, most of the shooting had came to a halt, but there was the odd bullet. Clearly, the opposing side was outnumbered, and they knew it, but too scared to retreat. Arc wouldnt let them do that, anyways, not until he got some information from them. Well, at least one of them, thats all he needed.
Sneaking through the treeline, and could see three of the men talking behind a tireless car, whispering to eachother, waiting for the sniper to make a move. Kneeling down on the ground, Arc took aim, and pulled the trigger only twice. Two of them men went down, and the third didnt have enough time to react quick enough before the butt of his rifle had thrust into his teeth. But even before he could shout out in pain, or even anger, Arc grabbed him from behind, covering his mouth and dragging him off into the woods effortlessly.
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Fifteen minutes had went by, a whole fifteen minutes of no gunfire. Clearly, there hadnt been anybody left alive, or the rest had actually managed to escape. Arc didnt care, he had the only person he needed right in front of him. "Im going to remove my hand, and your going to answer me, clear?" As Arc let go, the man spoke out a curse world, but after that was silent. Because with a quick punch to the throat, his words were cut off completely. Without giving second chance, Arc stood on top of the man right arm, and then pull it upward, breaking it completely horisontally. Stepping on the other arm, he was about to do the same, but spoke out in a calm voice. "Nobody can hear you, and I can make this much worse for you than it already is. You know the question, so answer it."
Before the man could speak again, Arc pulled up on the other arm, breaking it the same way as the other one. With the way the limbs had been broken, the skin was still in tact, so there was no possible way the man could bleed to death. He would pass out if left alone, but Arc wanted to make sure that wasnt going to happen. The man had stopped screaming, but before he could even speak out to answer the question, Arc interupted him. "On second though, dont tell me why, because quite frankly, I dont care." But the man still continued to speak out, tears filling his eyes, his throat closing over from the shock to his system.
Pulling out a piece of rope he gather before leaving, Arc tied it around the mans legs, and than climbed into the the tree. Wrapping it around one of the sturdy branched, he jumped down, letting the weight take the man into the air, suspending him by his ankles. With the arms just barely grazing the ground, he was left for dead, without any way to free himself. By now, the man was bartering for his life, begging, there was no anger in his voice, just sorrow. Thats exactly what Arc wanted to hear. "Theres a camp on the other side of town..." Arc said he didnt wanted to hear it, the man was bargaining for nothing. Hauling his fist forward, Arc drove it into the mans chest, no doubt breaking his ribs. "I told you, that would only make things worse. Now I know exactly where you came from, and im going to kill every last one of you. You were better off just keeping quiet."
Pulling out a small can of lighter fluid, Arc slit the top open, and then held it over the man, letting it soak into his clothing. As the man felt the cool drip onto his face, he began screaming out, knowing what was going to happen next once Arc pulled out a book of matches. By this time, however, he could sense somebody coming his way from the camp, but he didnt know who it was. As he lit the match, Arc tossed it toward the man, and stood watching the fire consume him, waiting for whoever was coming to find out what was going on.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 29, 2011 17:51:18 GMT -5
Clarissa had left Jake's tent behind while the medical experts in there went to work on Anna. Richard remained inside with her and all she had to do was reunite Aryn with them whom was worried sick to the point of trembling and holding onto her dad's hand extra tightly in fear that Anna could be dead, what did she know? She was ten.
Either way, she'd sighed and looked around to ensure the camp was safe, it was, all the survivors had still been left in one piece, is not injured a little, they had won this battle. Watching some of the wounded limp on over to the tent where it seemed like everyone was to be treated aside from Anna, she managed to see Arc grab onto one of the enemy men and drag him off into the woods.
Curious, she looked back and around to ensure no one was watching before wandering off after him. She had a folded up piece of paper in her hand, a marked map of the U.S. for Kidd, but it could wait a little while longer to be given to him.
Sneaking up behind Arc, she hid behind trees and large rocks to conceal herself. At one point she thought for sure he'd heard so she immediately took cover behind a large, tree stump, crouching down.
When she looked up to see the coast was clear, he had vanished. Knitting her brows together in concern, the young girl had continued to move forward, that is, until a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the forest, faintly, but it was still enough to put a chill down Clarissa's spine.
She'd ran toward the scream and before long, there was a bright, orange and yellow light flickering off other trees nearby. When she'd gotten closer, she'd seen the source of the light had came from flames wrapped around a bound man. It was there she'd seen Arc standing before him at a safe distance, watching. Eyes widening, she kept hidden behind a tree, staring in awe at the sight before her.
Had he really gone mad? Watching, she somehow knew he knew she was there, which made this whole event far more scarier than just some helpless man on fire. Suddenly, sweaty, large hands had wrapped around her face and arms, pulling her away from the tree. Supressing a scream, she'd quickly sighed in relief upon seeing Jimmy's face, looking at the scene as well.
"You scared me, jackass." she mouthed. He shrugged a little and moved from where they hid. He was with his mother, but when Clarissa disappeared, he knew he had to keep watch on the little brat because she was as much trouble as Aryn, if not more. Besides Richard and Grandma and grandpa were all in there. Sucks that they had to find out the crappy way that their daughter was alive only to learn she'd been injured in a gunfight.
Arc had already made a subtle acknowledge to their presence. Almost hesitantly, James had wandered out behind Arc, firmly and bravely.
"Don't you think that's a bit of overkill there, friend?"
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Post by Winters on Mar 29, 2011 20:22:36 GMT -5
"Not when its the only thing keeping you alive, it isnt." Turning around to see Clarissa standing beside the man Arc hadnt really known very well, he just watched the both of them. Clarissa looked scared, scared of the whole scene, scared to be around him. Arc knew there wasnt any other way to live for him, this was it, this was the only thing keeping him from turning on the people he did care about. The more he was fueled on killing, the more focused he became, at least after last night. Everything seemed to make sense, or maybe nothing was making sense at all and he just didnt care. But he was in control of himself, and everything just happened so quickly that he never had time to think about what was actually going on.
"Theres a camp on the other side of Stoneville, those men who attacked us came from there. They mustve knew everybody was alive there, or they wouldnt have sent so many people in the first place. Now, im going back for my things, and going to that camp to kill them all." Instantly, Arc moved past Clarissa and Jimmy, and began walking toward the camp. They were following, just after contemplating to themselves about the man who had been on fire. The screaming stopped, he was dead now, and the orange glow lit up the path Arc took back to the camp easily. As Clarissa and Jimmy had caught up with him, Arc spoke again before they could say anything. "Im screwed up, always have been. The people around me are just starting to realize it now, unfortunately. Ill give you permission to call me a monster, really, I dont mind."
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 29, 2011 20:41:59 GMT -5
Clarissa shook her head and crossed her arms, following close behind him. "No, no, not a monster, you're just sick. Alot of people now-a-days are sick, you know," she said to him, calmly as of now. Jimmy eyed the back of Arc's head. He was gonna go across Stoneville to kill a colony of people.
It made sense, they'd only come more prepared to seek vengence, so it had to be done. He wasn't gonna stop him from doing what was unbelievably right.
"He's infected, Clarissa," Jimmy told her, gesturing toward his exposed arm. He was wearing a hoody, but it looked like he'd rolled the sleeves up while fighting and forgot to roll them down. He could see the disgusting bites and the way his skin darkened and almost resembled rot.
Clarissa nodded a bit. "I know he is. Anna and Richard were talking about it earlier, I heard everything," she began before looking at Arc again.
"You going there alone? Even for you, it's dangerous. You should atleast take a couple of guys with ya. Like Jimmy! Right Jimmy?"
"I guess. Mitch and Eric might come along too if you need some help. I just need to make sure my mom is alright before I do anything."
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Post by Winters on Mar 29, 2011 23:45:38 GMT -5
As they arrived back to the camp, Arc listened to Clarissa speak. It was right what they said, he was infected. But when she had said that he wasnt a monster, it made him feel a little more innocent. However, how he felt and the reality of the situation were two different things. If they wanted to come along, that was entirely their choice, but regardless, he was going there. "In ten minutes, I leave, alone is fine with me." After leaving everybody to their own, Arc made his way into the other tent to grab his bag. Nobody was sleeping inside at the moment, and he wasnt sure who slept in here, but his things were in the corner. The assault rifle he currently had made its way to the floor, and he grabbed the Steyr AUG and his Desert Eagle from the bag, along with the magazines on a simple belt.
The emotions growing inside him had been interesting. There was no adrenalin pumping through his veins, Arc had been in complete control for the time being. Even when he was torturing that man in the woods, he was in control the whole time. But being in control or not, it was still something that was required for him to stay focused. Ever since he took the steroids, it seems to have balanced out his system biologically, and with the hours that passed, the effects seemed to be either long lasting, or perminant. Just as his things had been ready to go, Arc heard the tent open up behind him, and he turned around to see who had been there to "bother" him, or even coax him into waiting.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 30, 2011 0:22:15 GMT -5
Richard moved on in his eyes were narrowed and forlorning. He had been sitting with Anna for awhile when the mouthy kid came in to notify him he was going to run off to kill some guys. Yes, it was a good idea, for all they knew, they could come back, but he'd rather someone else do it. Arc was a potential danger to this checkpoint and to anyone else. Letting himself go off like that would only make him lose his mind. What's left of it, anyway.
"Clarissa told me you were planning on leaving to off the rest of those men and women. Alone or whatever. In your condition I don't think feeding your newly formed habit is wise. You're suppose to be supressing your infection. Atleast, that's what Anna told me."
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Post by Winters on Mar 30, 2011 1:15:25 GMT -5
After Richard had walked into the room, Arc knew this conversation was going to be bad. Something about the guy was just off, he didnt like it, and rarely did Arc ever feel that with any friends of friends of his, little lone somebody close to Anna. But as it turned out, Richard had been talking an informative voice, calm and collective as well. He didnt think it was a good idea, really seemed to even care about how Arc handles himself. However, when he brought up that he was a danger to the camp, thats when something inside his head clicked. "Danger or no danger, maybe if I wasnt repressing myself so much, Anna wouldnt be in critical condition right now. If I had attacked wrecklessly and relentlessly, I would have killed them all, and myself be in bad shape. I can heal, this infection can take over for the better, not just for the worse. For once in my time, im in control of it, and im going to take advantage of it."
Whatever was happening to Arc, he wasnt kidding around, he had been in control. The choices he made during the small war against those other survivors had been entirely his own, the infection never took him over once. This seemed to be the smarter way to fight, even if it leads into harming himself, he was stronger while hes in control. "...If your here to talk me out of it, you dont know who your talking to. Why do you care about my safety? Every second counts here, the sooner we retaliate, the sooner we can end this war. If your going to try and persuade me to stay, your gonna have to try harder than that, or ill go on my own."
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