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Post by Escachick357 on Nov 19, 2008 0:43:18 GMT -5
The local elementary school. Some of the zombies are hiding in the classrooms and some of them are pint-size.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jul 4, 2011 21:31:45 GMT -5
The cargo truck had been safely parked infront of the Elementary school where Ace had been doing a maintenance check on the engine and Inez was leaning up against the back end, checking her watch. Touching a button on the side of the face, the screen lit up. It was already 8:30 A.M and the Artillery chick wasn't there yet.
The Spanish woman sighed and looked around. She was patient but the echoing groaning and rattling chains that she could hear coming from the cargo was beginning to run her down. She had to leave potential customers behind because of her mother. Or rather, because of her father, he was the reason they had to deal with this to begin with. Finally it became too much and the woman slammed her hands on the side of the truck, banging on it violently.
"Cut it out, ma!"
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Post by Caliber on Jul 4, 2011 21:45:05 GMT -5
The Stryker APC sped down the road, tearing a path through the bits of debris in the way. It hopped the curb without effort and trampled over the flower beds and shrubbery seperating the sidewalk from the parking lot, blowing dirt and pieces of flora across the ground and create a giant mess. Cel navigated the hulking piece of machinery over toward the giant cargo truck, slamming on the brakes when she got close. The vehicle skid sideways as Cel yanked on the wheel before coming to a complete stop, less than ten feet away from the girl standing behind the truck. Cel was quite impressed with herself.
"Tear sh*t up during entrance... check," she said to herself, standing up in the vehicle and popping open the roof hatch. She pulled herself up, peering her head out at the truck. Closing the hatch, Cel hopped back down into the vehicle. She flipped a switch and pressed a button on the remote in her hand, lowering the door in the back of the APC to the ground, creating a ramp to the asphalt below.
Drawing her Ruger from her ankle, she held it at her side as she walked out into the parking lot.
"Name's Cel," she told the girl standing infront of her. "I'll be your arms dealer this evening," she joked, not even smirking.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jul 4, 2011 21:52:17 GMT -5
Inez squinted an eye at the woman's stylish entrance. When she'd came walking toward her with a Luger at her side, she'd stood straight and started moving toward the back of the trailer, her father's slamming the hood closed and following suit. Both pulled the back of trailer hatch door open.
"Alright so let's get down to business," she began. "We've got pretty much everything but firearms at the moment. Currently all sold out,"
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Post by Caliber on Jul 4, 2011 21:59:22 GMT -5
"Okay," Cel said, thinking for a moment. "Well, I've got one or more of just about any weapon you can think of, and plenty of ammo for all types. Find something you like, make an offer, and I'll tell ya if we've got a deal."
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Post by NotAvailable on Jul 4, 2011 22:11:25 GMT -5
Inez reached for the notepad strapped around her upper arm and started flipping through the pages. She'd written down a list of things they were in need of. Firearms requested by most of their customers atleast. All of those were really spare handguns, shotguns and a couple of assault rifles.
"Let's see, well, we need a couple handguns, preferrably in good condition and of a high callibur. If you've got some that need to be repaired, I'll take em, can always do it myself...let's see, some shotguns, Remington is in high demand. And assault rifles. In place of those, we can provide food, water, some pretty damn good first aid supplies and recently, we picked up some explosives but since no one really uses them, we've got too much C4 left from rummaging through an old military warehouse," she'd explained, still flipping through her book.
"Anything else ya might want would probably be basic luxuries. We've got batteries of all sorts, flashlights, flares, glow sticks, clothes, bath soap... stuff like that. We make a profit off it when we head into checkpoints around the states."
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Post by Caliber on Jul 4, 2011 23:03:46 GMT -5
Without a word, Cel walked back up into the APC. She grabbed a flimsy, plastic, collapsible tabe and brought it outside, unfolding it on the asphalt. She folded each leg outward and extended it. She walked back into the APC. Inside, she pulled several things of the gun racks. Returning outside, she laid the merchandise out on the table. [Order: Left to Right, Top to Bottom] "Here you go, Military Grade weaponry in top condition. An M16A4 with Rifle Sling, an HK USP .45, a Para-Ordnance Nine-Tac, a Glock 36, an HK416, a Police-Grade 12 Gauge Remington 870, an M4A1 Carbine, and a 12 Gauge Hunting Remington 870."She pointed to each of the guns as she named them. "I'll take that C4 explosive, a few bars of soap, a few bottles of shampoo, a pack of AA Batteries, a few blankets or bedsheets if you've got them, a few cases of bottled water, and whatever dehydrated or nonperishable food you can offer-- dried noodles, canned food, that type of thing."
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Post by NotAvailable on Jul 4, 2011 23:12:10 GMT -5
Inez looked in at the Cache and smiled widely. They were definitelyin mint condition and everything she asked for in return was nothing major, it was actually pretty fair. She'd pointed at the selection and looked up at the woman.
"Alright, these models are good, definitely can get alot off our clients for these. We'll take them. It's a trade. As a bonus, I'll give you some spare gas. We've got some in the back here," she told her, looking over at her father for his approval. The man had his arms folded and sternly looked at the firearms before looking at his daughter and Cel.
"That's fine. What type of gas do you use? Inez, go get her things," he told his daughter after asking the woman about the gas.
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Post by Caliber on Jul 4, 2011 23:19:59 GMT -5
Cel adjusted her belt and let her hands rest on her hips as she listened. She knew she'd given a good deal, as she always tries to do during large deals and for first-time clientele.
"Doesn't matter to me, this thing runs on just about anything. And whatever I can't use in the Stryker, I'll use as an accelerant in the explosives I make."
Cel watched as the girl gathered the things she'd requested. After coming to the conclusion that the man and his daughter weren't a threat, Cel shoved her Ruger pistol into the back pocket of her jeans, keeping it closer than it would be if she had returned it to her ankle holster. It wasn't that she didn't trust the other merchants, it was that she couldn't help but be a bit nervous about the potential for infected to come out of nowhere. After all, they are in the center of town.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jul 4, 2011 23:30:12 GMT -5
Inez returned with a large box she, herself, had trouble carrying alone. Ace met her half way, grasping onto it and relieving her of the chore. The two were muttering to eachother, Inez glancing back at the truck and glaring.
When they'd reached Cel again, Ace passed them up to place the items down for her. Inez waited and watched before glancing at the older woman.
"We appreciate all the help you gave us. It's pretty hard finding weaponry like that just anywhere, ya know?"
Once her father set the box down, he'd heard the sounds of rustling coming from the bushes surrounding the school. They's been overgrown and somewhat maze like. Emerging from them were two stray undead but from what he could tell, there were more...infact, they were young infected. Children.
"Aw damn... Ladies, we've got a bit of a problem," he said, reaching for his shotgun.
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Post by Caliber on Jul 4, 2011 23:44:32 GMT -5
Once everything was laid out infront of her, Cel thanked Ace and Inez for their business.
"Always happy to help out a fellow merchant," she said with a smile. "Here, you and your dad can contact me if you ever need a restock," she told Inez, handing her a slip of paper with her radio frequency on it.
Just as she finished speaking, Ace spoke up as he grabbed his shotgun. Cel looked over to see what Ace had.
"God damnit," Cel cursed as she took her Ruger from her pocket.
More rustling came from the road behind them. Cel whipped around to see more infected-- three adults, this time. The infected were closing in, they had been making too much noise. The infected began to draw in closer.
Cel began loading up the goods she had traded into the back of the APC.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jul 5, 2011 0:06:31 GMT -5
Ace had to take out two of the undead kids and ran for their newly acquired weapons. Inez helped gather them before running toward the back of the truck. Loading them off, Inez had moved around to get to the passenger seat when one of the undead grasped onto her and pushed it and herself onto the ground with a heavy thud.
"Oomph!"
Ace got into the driver's side and revved up the engine when Inez never joined in. After a minute or so, he'd looked into the mirror to see she was strugling underneath a zombie. Another was moving toward them. Quickly jumping back out, he started running toward 'em with his shotgun.
"Inez!"
The Spanish woman had held it's arms back by the wrists and while it tried to dive in to her throat with it's rotting teeth, she'd turned her face and began to panic. Her firearm had skid across the cement and letting go of the zombie meant certain death.
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Post by Caliber on Jul 5, 2011 0:20:19 GMT -5
Seeing the zombie tackle the girl, Cel quicky snatched her Mossberg 590 Compact and ran toward her. Inez's father had hopped out of the vehicle and tried to make his way toward her, but Cel was already there.
Cel swung her leg forward, slamming her foot into the zombie on top of Inez with extreme momentum, kicking it off of her and onto the pavement. She raised her shotgun to the zombie as she stepped over Inez, firing a round, vaporizing the infected's head.
She looked down at Inez, extending her hand to assist her standing. Cel could tell by the look on Inez's face that she was confused that a merchant would go out of her way to save her.
"My clients are no good to me if they're dead," Cel said with a smirk, helping Inez to her feet.
More infected closed in, stumbling toward Cel and Inez. Cel shoved the Mossberg into Inez's hands, then charged the infected man stumbling after her. Sliding one of the knives out from her sheeth wrist brace, Cel lunged forward, jamming the blade into the zombie's throat. She ripped the blade out, then slammed her fist against its face. The infected man fell to the ground. Cel followed up with a stab to the forehead.
Several other infected began closing in, now that they had heard the booming sound of the shotgun blast.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jul 5, 2011 0:27:34 GMT -5
The small group had began to clutzily fall about with the impace of the shotgun shots. Ace had quickly reloaded the chambers and pumped the weapon again, moving infront of both women.
"Get in the truck, Inez. Thanks for the help, lady," he told both women. Inez, however, refused and started taking shots at the zombies. She wasn't very good, but she tried.
"No way, I'm not leaving you to fight off all these bastards!" she told her father.
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Post by Caliber on Jul 5, 2011 0:41:37 GMT -5
Cel wasn't used to going out of her way for people, much less receiving thanks for doing so.
"Like I said," Cel told the man, without continuation.
She pulled her Ruger from her pocket and began firing at the oncoming infected. Though, a .22 didn't do much good unless each slug was in the head.
"I have an idea!" she yellled over the gunfire, running off toward the APC.
Cel climbed in the back of the APC, then raised the door, closing it and preventing any infected from entering. She opened the hatch on the roof, then climbed up, mounting the M2 Browning .50 Cal mounted to the top of the vehicle.
"Get in the truck and go!" she yelled as loud as she could to Ace and Inez.
Cel knew she was home free, it would be impossible for the infected to get her now, but Inez and Ace were still vulnerable. She began firing the .50 Cal at the infected that shuffled their way toward the father and daughter.
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