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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 30, 2011 9:36:34 GMT -5
Richard had already felt another headache coming on. It was so bad it made his head pound, jaw ache and eyes pulsate. This guy just got so many mixed signals from his statement before. He didn't care whether he stayed or not, whether he lived of died, he got his own ass into this mess, he needs to get himself out. He was going about it the wrong way.
Grunting, he massged the bridge of his nose and looked down, before moving his eyes back up to firmly catch eyes to eye with the infected man. Looks like he was just going to have to be blunt.
"Look, I don't give a damn what you do, really, I don't. I also don't care if you care what I think because at the end of the day, you're infected and you won't be able to contain yourself forever. You know you're a danger to yourself and to others but you're still putting up alot of unnecessary risks for these survivors," he began. It was for the good of everyone else that he heard this.
"As for the situation with Anna, there were alot of other innocent survivors that got hurt too."
Meanwhile in the checkpoint, Anna had been moved elsewhere with others who were rehibilitating. Her shoulder was tightly wound in bandages across her chest and over that wound.
She was still asleep and with the nice dose of morphine Dr. Dodge had given her, she was sleeping well. Jack and Sarah McGraw had been by her side in the tent as soon as Jimmy had came for them after the gunfight.
The entire time during, Jack and James had been fending off their spots, trying to protect Sarah and some others. When James informed him that Anna was back, he'd made an attempt to get to her of course when he did, she was wounded and unconscious.
So here they sat with Rich's little girl sitting inbetween he and his ex-wife, Sarah.
She was frowning and had her hands on both knees. "Do you think she's gonna be alright?"
Jack sighed and placed a hand on her little shoulder. "Doc said she would be. So don't worry yourself too much," he told her.
Sarah, on the other hand had been gently rubbing her daughter's hand and kept her eyes averted onto it. "She's alright, just in a bit of pain, Aryn. She's okay," reassured the child.
Aryn pouted and folded her arms. "Well of course, she'd a bada--uh, she'd awesome!" the child exclaimed.
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Post by Winters on Mar 30, 2011 16:29:22 GMT -5
"Well, your just wasting my time, than..." Moving toward Richard, who had been standing in the entrance of the tent, Arc stopped in front of him. But only for a second, before pushing his hand forward, and knocking him to the ground three meters outside the tent. With that, Arc took off into a sprint, moving from the treeline. He would do this alone, the proper way, then nobody else would get hurt that Richard did care about. If the man had been saying anything to him, Arc was blocking it out unintentionally, his focus was only on the sounds of the forest as he was about to at full speed.
[Arcian Griffin leaves Lake Trinity]
A loud slosh sound was heard several times every now and than, Mike noticed it just a few minutes ago. It was getting closer, and worrying him a little bit. But as Kidd came into sight, he seen the guy pulling arrows from the corpses, and wiping them clean of blood. This was honestly the first time he seen anybody using a bow and arrow, and recycling the ammunition. It was a very smart weapon of choice, especially if you kept track of your arrows, it would be impossible to run out of ammunition. Walking over to Kidd, Mike spoke up. "Well, four or five hours of sleep aint so bad, better than nothing at all, right?"
Grinning, Kidd nodded, and than pulled the last four arrows from a few more bodies nearby. After they were all back inside his quiver, he and Mike walked to the tent everybody seemed to be gathered around, or at least paying attention to. Kidd stepped inside first, but Mike stayed out to keep an eye on things. The boy, if thats what youd call him, seen the friendly red headed woman laying on the ground. She mustve been wounded during the skirmish, unfortunately. The red hair on the other little girl, Kidd knew the two had been related. The niceness of the little girl, Clarissa, made his interest in helping the older woman. From his pocket, he pulled out a small bag of a greyish green powder, and lay it beside Anna. "This extinguish pain, numb it, healing come all up to time."
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 30, 2011 17:22:50 GMT -5
Richard had stumbled aside when pushed and merely glared at Arc. He would have just stepped aside given the chance. If he was really going to go at it alone, then fine. So long as no harm comes to these people, then it was for the best. Leaving the tent, he could see Jimmy following after Arc. He'd grasped onto his shoulder and raised a brow.
"Jimmy," he began, stopping him. Jimmy looked back at the man and smiled. "Oh, hey Rich. I was gonna go with the zombie there to wipe out the rest of the bastards. Were you coming?" he asked.
Shaking his head a bit, he scowled. He didn't wanna impose on Jimmy's decision, but in fairness, he was the only real father figure he had, which Jimmy had confessed a month prior. Also, knowing Anna very well, he knew she'd object to this immediately.
"Did you see your mother?"
"Yeah...she's awake now, just catching up with grandma and grandpa. Why?" he asked.
"I know you mean well, but Arc can handle himself. If what Anna says is true, he's more than capable. I just don't want to let anyone get hurt in the crossfire, especially you or your mother," he told him.
James chuckled and looked back at where Arc had began to cross the bridge. "I'm sure those other guys aren't gonna be too much of a problem," he said.
"That isn't who I'm worried about," he informed him. Jimmy suddenly understood where he was coming from with this. Richard's instincts were impeccable and he had heard a few stories about Arc from what he knew venturing with Anna months ago after reuniting again. Richard wasn't very fond of him but it was all for good reason. He trusted that reasoning to the fullest.
"Yeah, I guess I see what you mean. Well, I'll stay behind then...oh wait," he said, grasping at the map Clarissa had asked him to give Kidd. He looked back at where Arc was going, but he was already gone. Almost panicking, he looked back at Richard like he had seen a ghost.
Richard raised both brows, concerned. "What?"
"Er...nothing. Hey, I'm gonna go grab something to eat for my mom...you should go see her," he said, waving at Richard a bit before running off. Richard cocked his head before turning around to get to Anna's tent. That was definitely odd.
In the meantime, Richard had contemplated everything that had been going on. Would Anna be upset with him for what he said to Arc? She'd understand, she was prepared to take him out if he slipped up and hurt anyone. Right? Sighing, he pushed the tent flaps open and saw Mr. and Mrs.McGraw along with his daughter laughing and talking with Anna. She looked alright, but of course she was drugged up now.
"--Yeah, ma, I'm fine...don't worry, I'm not gonna kick it or anything..." Anna griped before noticing Richard's presence. "Richard! There you are, are you alright? Did you get hurt?" she asked. He smiled softly and shook his head, crouching down beside her.
"No, I'm fine. How're you feeling?"
She smiled even wider. "Fine, my arms and shoulder is pretty numb though. I can move it, but I can't feel it.."
Meanwhile, Jimmy was trying to get to the bridge with his equipment. Normally he would have taken the truck, but he didn't want to incase of an emergency. Clarissa must have followed after Arc so he had to get the brat back before Jake came home. While doing so, he'd seen the other new guy going toward his tent. He stopped suddenly and grasped onto the paper, handing it to him.
"Here, uh, Clarissa said that Jake gave this to her to give to you. Hey if anyone asks, tell them I uh, went to get some more medical supplies...that I took Clarissa with me, alright?"
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Post by Winters on Mar 30, 2011 22:01:30 GMT -5
A thanks wasnt even needed, but when Kidd heard it from the red headed woman, he smiled. Anything he could do to help her would be worth more than a simple thank you. The drug mixture he had given her was a combination of Green Herbs he had gotten from the local Arklay Forest not long after arriving to this part of the country, and Rhum extract from an old bottle of Canadian Black Lable. The agent was a perfectly safe medical treatment, but it was more than enough to make the pain go away anywhere from twenty four hours to a week, depending on dosage and the need for the pain to go away. After the first six hours to twelve hours, depending on the body mass index of the user, control will be regained to the applied area. All of this was perfectly safe, and Anna would figure it out on her own.
When Kidd left, he was glad to help, but now his concern was on the other man who had been infected. Going back to the tree where the man was sitting, he was a little shocked to see him missing. Venturing into the nearest tent, not really sure how long ago he got up, Kidd ran into the man Jimmy, who handed him something. Apparently, he sounded like everything was fine, that he was going to take care of the problem. But Kidd shook his head, placing the paper into his back pocket, and walked up closer to him before he ran off. He made it apparent that Kidd was going to follow him, anything he could do to help, regardless of the situation, he was ready to help. Nodding forward, he waited for an answer from Jimmy before drawing his bow, just in case there had been any immediate danger he was unaware of.
[Lets keep it all in the same thread, even though I said Arc left. That way, we can RP whats happening at both camps at the same time.]
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Post by Caliber on Mar 31, 2011 1:58:44 GMT -5
[Amelia Robbins enters Lake Trinity]
Roughly 300 meters from the camp, Amelia sprinted towards the group, dozens of zombies stumbling behind her. She whipped around, now jogging backwards; she unhooked her Mp9 from her thigh mount holster, grasped the foregrip firmly with her left hand, aimed, and began firing 4 and 5 round bursts into the torsos of each creature. They began dropping one by one, but she didn't have enough ammo in one 30 round magazine to take them all out. If she stopped to reload, she would be overran. Once her gun began clicking, signaling an empty magazine, Amelia whipped back around and continued sprinting towards the camp, now holding her gun with one hand. Several bodies of armed men littered the trail to the camp, it became clear that the residents of the camp had won the battle that the gunshots Amelia had heard originated from. She could only hope the survivors were friendly. It became clear that it was the gunfire that had attracted these infected towards her. She continued sprinting, when she saw the glare of a sniper's scope coming from a lookout tower in the glimmer of the moonlight.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 31, 2011 4:04:07 GMT -5
The herbal remedy that Kidd had given to Anna had really helped wonders and it tasted pretty good too. It soothed the achiness and reduced some of the swelling, it was almost like a good pain killer. "That stuff smells like beer. Grooosss..." Aryn said, pinning her nose. "You're gonna get plastered with that medicine!" "Nonsense, it's not as strong as you'd think...wait a second, how would you know that?!" she griped, squinting at the child, suspisciously. "Did you know your little girl is keen on alcohol, Rich? I'd do something about that," she joked. Aryn grinned widely. "Only the best, though, guys." The child and Anna both laughed before she'd suddenly felt a tinge of pain and hissed, grasping her shoulder again. Richard reached over and put his hand on her shoulder. "You should probably rest. C'mon Aryn," he said, pulling back and going toward the tent flaps. Anna suddenly frowned and grasped his arm. "No, wait!" she said, suddenly. Aryn and Richard both looked back at her, oddly. Anna let go of him and felt her face flush a bit before shaking her head. "Yeah, yeah you're right. I'll get some sleep..." He nodded at her, a small, faint smile etched onto his features. "G'night." "Yeah...night." Meanwhile, the sniper above the trailer had seen a woman running along the bridge. There were a few infected shuffling after her. He groaned and waved his arms up at Mr.Gahn. "Hey! We got a live one! And...some undead!" Mr.Gahn had seen them already through his scope. He gave a slight thumbs up to Aaron and both men had taken out the small group with relative ease. Grace had been moving through camp when she'd heard some shuffling coming from the woods. Figuring it was a zombie, she'd whipped out her 9mm and took steady aim at whatever it was that came out. Much to her suprise, it seemed to be another woman. She had black hair and seemed pretty young....and very familiar. Lowering her gun, she'd stared wide-eyed at the young woman treading through the woods. "Please, please help me...my friend...he-he's dying...you hafta help..." she told her. Grace quickly grasped under her arms and helped her move toward camp. Tonight sure was a busy night with new faces but this particular face had been the most painful to see. Wasn't often that you'd find a relative that didn't know they were related to you. "Alright, alright, I'm going to help, just...let me get you somewhere safe. You look exhausted...come on, Ang---uh, sweetie," she told her. [[Okay, just like, make a post for the other camp that way I can put Jimmy and Clarissa there. Also, I may have forgotten but um, just pretend like Jimmy told Kidd it was okay for him to come with. D8 wolf: Hey, I mentioned you but there's alot going on so you'll hafta find you in the second big paragraph. = ) ]]
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Post by Winters on Mar 31, 2011 13:47:07 GMT -5
The first person to make a move was Mike, who had ran for the bridge to meet the newcomer. Instead of a greeting, however, he gripped up his pistol and stood in place, taking shots at the infected that came through the bridge. The bridge, for the most part, had been the only real choke point that the infected could come through, as the town had been on that side. But a few infected sometimes came through the wooded side, thats why they had built up barricades out of trees, to slow them down if not stop them in their tracks. In the last month, ten had gotten though, which really wasnt that big of a deal, and when they did get through, they were quickly shot down. The main concern for the camp was the bridge, it was the fasted way across the body of water, and its where the zombies would be coming from.
After Mike gunned down the five infected with his handgun, he reload, and than ran back into camp to gather some supplies. It was great to see a new face and all, but somebody needed to make sure this point was fortified, the zombies were going to be coming in anytime within the hour at this rate. Grabbing the stray lumber from the barricades on the other side, Mike lugged them back to the bridge in a small wagon, and began to build up the wood between the vehicles parked nearby. It was better than a hammer and nails, the boards fit nice and snug between them, and if the infected broke them down they could be repaired almost instantly. Moving back into camp within earshot, Mike spoke out. "We dont have time for introductions, we need everybody to gather all the ammunition and guns they can, and protect the barricades. Who know how many of those zombies heard the gunfire, but clearly theyre being attracted by it, so we have to make sure we hold down fort for as long as we can so we dont get overrun."
Mike already had his pistol with him, but other than that, he was dry. However, sitting in the cab of his semi truck had been a pump action shotgun, and three cases full of shells. He hadnt fired at a zombie in over two weeks now, so the ammo he scavenged had been stocked up, waiting for emergencies. Right now, this was an emergency, the camp wasnt a safe place anymore. Not unless he and the rest of the survivors did something about it. Eyeing the newcomer, Mike figured maybe it would be a good idea for her to get her hands on some guns, she looked like she could take care of herself with the right equipment in her hands. "Girlie, you should come with me, we'll get you some ammunition and guns. Gonna need all the help we can get protecting those barricades."
[Nazi Zombies, anyone?]
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After reaching Stoneville, Arc slowed down pace, catching his breath from the constant running speed. He was running for ten minutes almost non stop, it was time to slow down. His blood was pumping, he was more than ready for a fight, to kill. After about five minutes of walking through town, however, he caught onto movement behind him. Turning around, there was nobody there, at least nobody in sight. But somebody was there, and from the light steps, Arc was willing to bet it was Clarissa. The scent in the air, the way the footsteps moved, it was almost evident to him that she was hiding somewhere close by, just watching him. "Go back home...!"
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Post by Caliber on Mar 31, 2011 17:14:55 GMT -5
"Uh, thanks for your... hospitality, but I came this way to help youguys, not to receive help. My name is Amelia Robbins, I'm the captain of a S.T.A.R.S. Emergency Trauma Surgical Squad back in Seattle, I've been working with the B.S.A.A. since the most recent outbreak."
Amelia reattached her gun to it's mount, then pointed to the S.T.A.R.S. symbol on the upper left corner of her shirt, then again to the B.S.A.A. symbol on her medical satchel.
"I was passing through, and my motorbike broke down just up the road, I decided I was going to set up camp and sleep there for the night, then continue traveling on foot in the morning. I was sitting by the fire when I began hearing the gunshots. Running into a battle would've been foolish. So, once the shots ceased, I began heading this way to investigate. After about 5 minutes of walking, the infected began to gather. The few dozen you saw were only the tip of the iceberg, there's got to be dozens more coming from the direction I came; and who knows how many from all other directions. So, if nothing else, I can provide medical assistance to anyone who needs it. And judging by all the dead soldiers outside your camp, I assume none of you have any intention of running from the inevitable horde of zombies that will reach here within the hour; so I can help with that, too."
Amelia breathed a sigh of relief and looked around.
"Anyway, I'm packing this sub-machine pistol here, as well as a semi-automatic handgun. I could use some more ammo, both use 9mm parabellum. I'm limited to four 30 round magazines for my Mp9, and three 13 round magazines for my Browning HP. Aside from a few extra 9mm rounds if you can spare them, I require nothing. I'm more worried about the impending attack. I'll help however I can. I'm a surgeon, and I've got plenty of medical supplies with me-- bandages, disinfectant, morphine, et cetera. Surely one or two of you were injured in that last battle of yours, so I can help with that."
Amelia unhinged her MP9 and removed it's magazine. She placed it into her satchel and reached a fresh one. She placed the new magazine into the gun and cocked it's reloading mechanism before returning it to it's mount.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 31, 2011 18:13:33 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Clarissa had been tailing Arc for some time now and when they'd made it to the other checkpoint, she'd seen him look to the side, which forced her to conceal herself inbetween two, cars. Of course, he must have sniffed her out or something, because he immediately told her to go home. When he did, a shot rung off and knicked the side of his foot as a warning.
"Get the f**k outta here! You ain't wanted, fella!" someone yelled. Before long, it was apparent there were six men lined up atop of a shack and in some trees, encircling them.
"You too, kid. Get out where I can seeya!"
Clarissa stayed quiet and kept to where she was before another warning shot had dinged the car she hid behind, she flew up, arms raised. "That is NOT NICE!" she barked.
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Richard and his daughter had left the tent when they saw newface walk in. Some woman, no big deal, she was with Mike apparently. If Mike trusted her to talk to her and greet her, then she wasn't anything to be worried about.
Right now his mind was preoccupied with Anna, Arc, and a better way to protect the checkpoint. As he made his way toward his tent, Jack McGraw had approached him.
"Hey Rich, have ya seen my grandson around? I can't seem to find him."
"He was suppose to have been getting something to eat for Anna...but that was about an hour ago..." he responded before sighing and realizing exactly where he might be. To avoid any worry in Jack, he pointed toward the direction of Jimmy's tent.
"Oh that's right, he's sleeping. Anna wasn't hungry so he just said goodnight and crashed for the night."
"That's understandable, it's been a busy night what with the gunfights and now the zombies tha--"
"Zombies?"
"Yeah, the new girl, brought trouble on the homefront with her. How do you attract the attention of almost ten zombies all the way from the city and make them follow you almost 50 miles into the woods where'd they'd be mauled by some sort of infected wild life? I tell ya, there is no way," McGraw said, cynical and quite peeved.
Richard chuckled and patted the man on the shoulder. "Now I know where Anna gets that from..."
Jack raised two, dark greying brows at him. "Get what?"
"Her pet peeves."
"Oh well, prolly," the old man laughed.
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Post by Winters on Mar 31, 2011 19:42:35 GMT -5
"Well, looks like I was right about you being able to handle yourself..." The whole time Mike and the new girl talked, they made their way to his Semi Truck. As they got to it, the door to the back had already been open, and the light was on. First off, he directed her inside, and opened up a create full of 9mm rounds, just what she needed. "Some of them are mixed and matched, a few Plus', bot most of them are actually Hollys, which is what your looking for to take out zombies. Feel free to take as much as you can hold, I can get more, and its not like we need to everyday." After speaking to the new girl, Mike jumped back out, and ran around tot he front to grab his Pump Action Shotgun, and two boxes of shells. After getting back to the trailer, he lay the boxes down, and spoke out again. "Names Mike, by the way, guess you could say im the official greeter of the camp. STARS, huh? Looks like you came at the right time, than..."
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Seeing the men standing guard with guns aimed at them, Arc stared at them, seeing Clarissa raise her hands in the corner of his eye. The men seemed to be packing simple .308 rifles, one had a shogun, but he wasnt afraid of taking fire at this range with it. Everything seemed to be plotting out on its on inside his mind. Arc needed to take a stand here and now, and make sure Clarissa wasnt caught in the fire when he did so. Without even making any sound, or speaking out to any of the men, Arc quickly dipped to the side. In doing so, the man began to open fire upon them, but Arc grabbed onto Clarissa with both arms and turned his back to them. As he ran for the alleyway, he felt at least seven bullets hitting his back, but none of them had gone through. After falling into the alley, Arc lay there, breathing heavily.
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Post by Caliber on Mar 31, 2011 20:06:47 GMT -5
Amelia was glad to hear such a friendly greeting; it was a nice change. She shook the man's hand.
"Nice to meet you, call me Amelia," she smiled.
Amelia gazed upon the multiple crates of ammunition, delighted.
"Hollow-point, huh? Even better."
She began filling each magazine with the new ammunition, storing extra rounds in her satchel.
"I've been with STARS for a little over 12 years. Commanded my own infantry team, even. I was caught in the original outbreak back in '98 and was recruited shortly after we were rescued in '00."
Once Amelia had about all she could carry, she hopped out of the truck and returned to her feet.
"I heard someone mumbling about a woman, something about blood. Was she injured?"
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Post by Winters on Apr 1, 2011 20:05:02 GMT -5
[Since theres two stories going on, essencially, the zombie attack at the camp and the assault on the unfriendly camp, its okay to break posting order for conversation reasons.]
"So you were really involved in STARS than? Great, always good to have people with experience here at the The Checkpoint. Place has been set up for at least a month now, maybe longer, but I havent been around much. Been doing a good job at keep everything under control, for the most part anyways. This was the worst attack yet, probably planned it for weeks now. But so long as we keep expanding, I think this place will just grow bigger and bigger as time goes on." Mike knew this checkpoint had high hopes of keeping people safe from the infection, and this dog has a bite to its bark.
"Hmm, yeah. Anna, the red headed woman, she was shot in here right shoulder. Others had been wounded, but she seems to be in the worst condition of them. Im fine, and as far as I know, everybody else can manage until after we protect the barricades. Second tent from the bridge, she should be in there, if you wanna take a look for yourself..." He didnt really know Anna very well, but knew Richard, he was a good man. Kept this checkpoint alive this long, was kind of the leader, if you wanted to give people a set role. Though nothing was really official. Mike didnt actually have a role, he was just a wanderer until finding this place. Had a lot of good stuff in his truck from months of collecting, shared with with everybody. If a role could call onto him, it would be a supplier.
After the little conversation, Mike shouldered his shotgun, and then picked up the two boxes of shells, which were tied together with rope. He was all set for a massacre if it was required, one shell for every one zombie, sometimes it swung the 'two for price of one' range if he aimed right. "Hey, we should get back to the bridge before we start hearing gunfire. We dont really have an alarm system, but Mr Gahn, the man up in the tree, will take the first shot when he sees anymore signs of infected coming from whatever direction."
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Post by Caliber on Apr 1, 2011 21:16:37 GMT -5
"Alright, I'll go see if there's anything I can do for her. Suture her up and give her a few painkillers, if needed."
Amelia glanced at the tent that Mike had referenced.
"Then I'll meet you at the bridge and see if there's anything I can do to help prepare."
They nodded heads in agreement and Amelia trotted over to the tent Anna was supposedly in. She lifted the door flap and climbed into the tent. The woman inside matched the description Mike had given her, vivid red hair. Her shirt was soaked with blood around her right shoulder.
"Hey, Anna," Amelia said in a friendly voice.
"My name's Amelia, I'm a surgeon. I can help with that wound. I've got a suture kit here, some gauze, bandages, and some pretty heavy-duty painkillers if you're in any serious amount of pain. These will make you feel a bit intoxicated, so I would suggest against the heavy-duty stuff if you intend to fight in the next few hours. I have a local anesthetic for the suturing, so you won't feel anything. Here, let me take a look at you."
Amelia awaited a response before proceding.
[We should probably resume the original post order, now. You're up, NA.]
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Post by NotAvailable on Apr 3, 2011 23:44:45 GMT -5
Anna had barely been dozing off when some woman had waltzed right in. Whatever Kidd and Dr.Dodge had given her, it had her as high as a kite by now. So instead of being a condescending mess, she smiled brightly at Amelia. "Heeeey! Hi, Amelia, I'm Anna....I used to...used to do government stuffs....Like, one time I had to catch this...this, like, one guy, uh...he was a serial murder rapist. Or, or was he a serial murderer? Or just a rapist....Bah! I can't remember!" she said to her, giggling.
When Amelia, chuckled and moved closer to examine her wound, Anna pointed with her good arm at the tent entrance. "Hey! Hey! D-Did you meet my best friend? R-Richard? He's such a great guy...wanna know a secret...? I'm inlove with him..pffffff.....and he doesn't even know it! It's so terrible....but, but, I think he might feel the same way. He gets soooo jealous when guys spend time aro-around me. Like..like Arc. He's my buddy too. Uhhh I don't know wheree that bastard's at though...bastard...hahaha!"
((I will post for Clarissa in the next post. I'm tiiired. Wait, you made the bullet wound in her right shoulder AND you placed Jake's tent by the bridge. You're just trying to get her killed, aren't ya? ))
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Post by Winters on Apr 4, 2011 13:16:35 GMT -5
At the bridge itself had been a small team made up of several people holding guns, and with quite the stash of ammunition nearby. The barricades have been put up and everything by now, and looked to take quite a big of force to break through at this point, which gave the camp an advantage. Mike, holding a Pump Action Shotgun, was closest to the barricade for point fire. Dodge, surprisingly, had been at the bridge too. If any infected got through, he wouldnt have any time to help people, so it was better he was on the front lines himself. Dodge held Hunting Rifle, to assist Mike whenever possible. Steven had his Uzi, just in case things got too ugly at the barricade, but he hoped it wouldnt come that far...
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At the other end of the camp, the main wall had been comprised of about six barricades, all setup to protect the blind spots of the forest outskirts. Andrew was up on the RV near the center, and had the best vantage point to snipe out the infected that got close, but his brother Aaron had been just a few meters down to make sure things were good. On top of this, Katie and Tommy covered the repairs on the barricades that would be damaged, assisted by his little sister Crystal, of course. She was only young, but there was no stopping her from taking part in this...
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"Hey doc, dont mean to bother you, but would ya mind giving us a hand at the bridge? I would ask you the same thing, girl, but you trippin so bad I couldnt trust you with a gun..." When Steven had rushed into the tent to find Amelia, she was easily located, and seemed to have her gear with her and everything. Its nice to have a doctor at the camp, one that isnt arrogant and laid back all the time, but Mike said that she would be a good asset to the defense at the main barricade on the bridge. "Whenever your ready, follow me, but id make it quick if I were you..." The shooting had already started, and within a few minutes, things could either turn worse or stay the way they are.
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