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Post by Escachick357 on Nov 19, 2008 0:34:26 GMT -5
In the middle of Stoneville is a street that holds a little Bazaar, where some people would sell things for a living. When the undead came most people fled their booths and left whatever they had behind.
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Post by thegunny on Jun 10, 2009 14:26:03 GMT -5
OOC: Go ahead and fill in the blanks for your characters that I made for you leading up to the shop part. Terry parker, baseball bat, golf club, deer metaphor, leads them t sports club. They beat their way through the sparsely grouped zombies with their melee weapons, because the zombies were spread out and unsuspecting because there hadn't been a bunch of gunfire... yet.
Terry Parker led the group quietly as their pointman through the streets towards the shopping district, which the other "team" was doing but they were going somewhere else and coming at it from another direction...or at least, thats what Terry thought they were doing. He kept his eyes open and watching the area in front of him and to his sides, and letting the people behind him handle the stuff he wasn't watching. He had played paintball and read paintball tactics enough to know what a pointman did, if anyone ever organized their team up so much that they had pointmen. He was arguably the best person amongst then with the skillset for the job... Terry didn't miss a detail as they moved forward, pointing out several zombies but not warning verbally about them, and helping find detours and moving away from them. When they couldn't get away from them, they tried to figure out what to do about them. They all knew that if they fired a shot, they would only attract more zombies. When they first
came across one zombie they couldn't avoid, they got lucky. Sara pointed out a sports shop that was already broken wide open and was already pretty torn up, and the three went inside quickly finding things to use and arm themselves with. Terry found a golf bag and slipped his rifle into it, and took out a baseball bat. He'd watched a show back in the day called "Deadliest warrior", and it had impressed him about how much damage a baseball bat could do to a person. Terry let the others arm themselves, and then they went back out into the town to continue. They had gotten lucky so far. There hadn't been a burst of gunfire yet, so they hadn't attracted the zombies, so for now, the zombies were spread out, wandering around, and sparsely clustered, so they were easy to evade or to beat into the ground with their melee weapons with.
As the three of them wandered the west side of the shopping district, they looked for somewhere that could get them ammunition. Finally, Terry stopped, turned, and stared, saying loudly and almost in awe, smirking ear to earJackpot!The store terry had just turned towards to face was a Cabela store. It was as close as they were going to get to a one stop shop for what they were looking for. Terry waved for the other two to follow and hurried inside, not questioning why one was out here near the Arklay and Stoneville wildernesses. As the three stepped in, they heard behind them a loud alien-like screech echoing through the streets curiously , a bit distant but worriesome and creepy. Frightening. They looked to see immediately in front of them but at the moment unaware of them (they're about 10-20 yards off into the shop, but they are still in sight), and they realized there had to be more of them then. They shut the door behind them as quietly as they could, and Terry wished that they could lock and barricade to feel safer about that screech outside, but then they looked forward and saw the two zombies had noticed them and were coming towards them. All 3 of them had stopped breathing or slowed and quieted their breathing, and froze up, not wanting to make a noise because of the screech and to not catch attention.
Now they needed to handle those two zombies, do something to deal with the door behind them if they are THAT worried about the screech, and figure out who's going to go get what from in here, and most likely agree on sticking together. Terry already knew that he was the guy who was going to have to go find them ammunition...Cabela had an indoor shooting range they could use though to test the ammunition they find, too. Terry didn't know what went through the weapons they had the best. If anything, he hoped they had some stuff he could reload with.
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Post by thegunny on Jun 13, 2009 22:14:28 GMT -5
OOC: Why isn't anyone posting? Do I need to unleash the monsters early, and escalate the thug attacks, and accelerate things again?
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Post by Mikey on Jun 14, 2009 12:04:13 GMT -5
(Ah suck it. People are busy man! Summer vacation dont mean doing absolutely nothing for some of us.)
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Post by thegunny on Jun 14, 2009 13:33:03 GMT -5
OOC: I know what you mean, I got classes to take after today from here on out, but when I see people log in and log out I wonder whats going on.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 14, 2009 22:08:09 GMT -5
Mikey, who had followed the 'pointman' Terry as quietly as he could, a hard feat with his boots clinking on the hard ground, stopped to look at the shelves in the sporting goods shop. He had been thinking on a baseball bat like Terry, but wasnt sure with the different options. A javalin, which could be used as a spear, was catching his eye. A hockey stick would break too easily. A golf club would bend too quickly. And now... he was kind of rethinking the javalin. Too unweildly. A bat would probably be best.
He took an aluminum bat from the rack and slung the shotgun over his back so it would be out of the way. They followed Terry for a bit longer, and Mikey almost jumped when he almost screamed. He punched him in the shoulder and made a shushing noise. "Shut the f**k up man!" He said in a whisper. They got inside the shop, heard the scream, and Mikey couldnt help but sigh.
"Again, theres always something worse..." He thought to himself. He looked over at Sara and motioned to the door, indicating that she should go and shut the security gate. Terry and Mikey were up front, and that left the two lone zombies inside to them. That was handy, only two. Mikey went up to one, the bat raised over his head, and swung down with as much force as he could when he was in range. The bat made a metallic clang and the skull made a crack as the zombie crumpled to a pile on the ground. He looked over to Terry, seeing if he had taken care of the zombie yet.
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Crystal
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Post by Crystal on Jun 15, 2009 5:09:06 GMT -5
{I'm sorry guys! I was actually, lamely enough, looking for this ;-;'' I'll post when my muse wakes back up ~kicks muse in the ass~ Muse: WHA?!.....~falls back asleep~ ;-;''}
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Crystal
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I Stand Alone
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Post by Crystal on Jun 15, 2009 5:25:27 GMT -5
{HA! Muse alert!}
Crystal sighed lightly, a cigerette handing out of her mouth as she took a long and heavy drag before blowing out the smoke without even moving the cigerette. She had her twin elbow swords in her hands and was slicing through a zombie like a hot knife on butter. She looked back to see if Nick was still there, and then looked forward again to see a small flee market.
"Hey Nick, Flea Market!" She whispered over to him and smirked, seeing in the front the most gorgous car in her entire life. A kick-ass truck that was ment to rip through human rotting flesh, someone was extremely smart. She ran forward and quietly looked inside to see a man eating a woman, she huffed and backed away, using her sword she pulled the handle and the bodies came crummbling out and blood splatered the ground with a sickening thud. She felt her stomach quesse a little as she sliced the sorta....alive zombies' head open and looked inside the truck.
There was a small bed in the back, it was covered in blood but it could be washed off..then there was a fridge, T.V. and a..... "Oh f**k..me.." A dead pit bull that glared up at her and growled, half its mouth was gone and blood was dripping everywhere. She luckly was quicker than the damn thing and shoved her sword inside its head.
"I...hate...dead....dogs.." She mummbled, throwing the dead body out, she looked over to see that the blood was attracting the dead, quickly grabbing Nick's collar she yanked him inside and slammed the door shut. Looking at the empty ignition she cursed under her breath and got her knife out. She stabbed the knife in the ignition and turned it, the engine roared to life and gave a humble growl to its new owner.
"Ohhhhh I'ma enjoy this." She grinned darkly and drove over the dead, she looked over at Nick and smirked, "Check the back for supplies, the smartass was smart enough to build this thing for a zombie riot, maybe he was smart enough for supplies. She hit a zombie and bumped the truck up, a pack of cigerettes dropped in her lap, she nearly cried just then.
"Oh sweet sacrifice!" She whimpered and stuck another cigerette in her mouth, lightening it immediatly as she looked around for Terry, Sara, and Mikey. "Calling to Terry or Mikey, where are you guys? I gotta suprise." She called into the walkie talkie, grinned deviously. She had no idea how big of a predicument the others were in at the moment.
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Post by thegunny on Jun 15, 2009 17:05:22 GMT -5
Terry swiftly finished off the 2nd zombie with as little effort as Mikey, and then moved forward. Terry says loud enough for them to hear
Alright, someone try and get some fishes. They keep fish here. They have a restaurant here too. They got all sorts of hunting equipment here. I'll grab the guns. If anyone can use a bow an arrow it might be good to get some for silent kills. Might even get clothes and fishing equipment here.
The screech seemed to wander off as it echoed again, and it seemed to sound like like it was more a screech from one source to another...Terry quickly answered his cellphone as it surprisingly began to rang, and said quietly
Sounds like Stoneville's got some surprises for us as well. I hear screeching, sounds like from more then one... thing... I don't recognize the sound, but its definitely not human, and definitely not normal.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 16, 2009 3:19:05 GMT -5
"Not human? Not normal? No s*** Sherlock..." Mikey said as he looked around for what he was here for. Equipment to make the traps with. Flammable aerosal spray of any kind, big ass knives and a lot of them, bear traps if possible, fishing line, duct tape. The works.
"Figure that out all by yourself, or did Watson chip in?" He added to the barb, slipping a hunting vest on over his head. He adjusted it where it needed to be fixed and started moving the ammo he had from his pockets to the pockets on the vest. Handy dead was he had another small shotgun shell holder built into it. Along with the shell rack on the shotgun itself, and the bandoleir he had, he was packing quite a bit.
"Remember man. 12 and 20 gauge shells, .357, .44, nine mil. And then whatever other guns your grabbing." Mikey said, for some reason remembering exactly what kind of calibers everyone was using. When he was done here, he was definitely going over to check out the guns. Like a kid in a candy store, thats how he felt right now.
He grabbed one of the bags on a rack and went over to the big knife display. Anything with a folding blade was out of the question. But, he pretty much cleaned them out on fixed blades over six inches long. He made out with about 20, sheathed to damper some of the noise and avoid cutting the bag. Fishing line was near, as was the duct tape. He took a few spools of 70 pound line, the heaviest he saw there, and six rolls of tape. Bear traps now...
"Hey Terry, you been here before. You seen any bear traps around?" He asked, not sure if this place would have em. Sure, it was Cabelas. But still... What kind of f**king hunting were people doing now-a-days?
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Post by Lawton on Jun 16, 2009 13:24:58 GMT -5
Nicholas followed a close distance behind Crystal, who was apparently a natural leader, and covered her back. He was however, reluctant to shoot, fearing it would attract more unwanted attention. Nick had yet to find a suitable melee weapon. Crystal seemed to be holding her own though, and he had to admit he admired her skills with the blade. It wasn't long before they happened upon a truck. Almost before you could blink, Crystal had dispatched the undead inhabitance and grabbed Nick by the collar, rushing him inside. The stench of rotting flesh made him gag, but he still searched the back for supplies. He coughed. "Ugh, it reeks of death..." he thought out loud, and continued to sort through the assortment of stuff in the back as Crystal called the others. There was some pretty interesting stuff back here...
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Post by thegunny on Jun 16, 2009 17:10:11 GMT -5
Terry mumbled under his breath about having to get 20 gauge ammo AND 12 gauge ammo and quietly though about just getting Crystal a normal 12 gauge, and says to Mikey, but being heard over the phone at the same time
Oughta just ditch the 20 gauge and grab something new here. We got enough .44 magnum, trust me. Nime mil, .357, .44 magnum, and .45 colt is the problem. .45 long colt, good luck finding that anywhere, or at least the good stuff!
Terry sighs and heads towards the gunshop, waiting for Crystal to respond about him wanting to ditch some of her guns, and then says
Foothold traps, look for those. There's gotta be some here... might be in the back, waiting delivery or something. Hell if I know.
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Crystal
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Post by Crystal on Jun 16, 2009 22:09:15 GMT -5
{Uhhh Nick and I are driving down the road, Crystal's trying to contact you on walkie talkie....? O.o;}
"Just don't let that blood anywhere near your mouth, ears, eyes, and nose got it? I hadn't seen the s*** airborne...so...HOLY S*** WHAT IS THAT THING?!" She screamed, a monster that looked like a huge f***ing muscle dog with a lizard tail jumped in front of the truck. She was about to slam on the brakes when she accidently hit the gas. "Hold on Nick!" She shouted over the roar of both the engine and the creature, he damn thing broke the wind-sheild and flew over the hood and landed on the road with a sickening thud.
Crystal was slightly hyperventilating when she picked up her cell and shakingly called Terry, "T-T-Terry.......d-dude I ran o-over s-s-something, It WASN'T h-human...." She breathed in and finally saw the group in the gun store, she parked the car and leaned back in the seat. She closed her eyes and took in a shaky breath before looking back to see if Nick was OK.
"D-D-Did...did y-y-you see that t-thing?"
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Post by Lawton on Jun 18, 2009 20:20:46 GMT -5
Nick had been thrown down on the impact, but he had gotten up quickly and was staring out the back window of the truck at the... Thing, that Crystal had hit. "Yeah... I think it's-" His eyes narrowed. He saw it move! Or was that just his nerves getting to him again... It moved again, and his fears were confirmed. "It's moveing..." He said quietly. "It's moveing..." He said, this time loud enough for Crystal to hear.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 20, 2009 4:19:05 GMT -5
"Ya, all right." Mikey said in response to Terry telling him about foodhold traps. "In the back? Damn..." He said, walking to the door that led back there. He gripped the bat tightly and reached down to unbutton the holster on his revolver. Just in case. Noise be damned, he wasnt going against a goddamn doberman with a baseball bat.
The door opened without any noise, and he took a look inside. It was dark. "f**k..." He said, reaching onto the back of his belt to collect the mag light he had tucked there from his backpack. On the up side, he pretty much had two clubs now. The almost blindng white of the magnum grade flashlight with full batteries illuminated the back hallway greatly. He ran the bean of bright along everything, igniting every nook and cranny with light. Clear so far.
"Ok... I'f I were a bear trap or a wolf snare... where would I be packaged..." He said to himself, looking at the labeling on each of the industrial sized boxes. "Hmm..." He said, seeing one that looked about right. "Foothold snare." He read aloud. "b*tchin."
Unzipping his bag and opening the box with his knife, he piled the traps, in their own boxes, onto his other supplies. Thankfully, the other things hadnt taken much room in the big bag. He fit 13 of the traps into the bag before it was packet to capacity. After a moment of struggle, he got the bag zippled closed and put it over his shoulder. Grunting from the weight, he tightened the strap to hold the weight close to his center mass an walked back to the outside.
"Anything new?" He asked Terry, walking over to the gun counter to look at the goodies for the taking.
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