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Post by Escachick357 on Nov 19, 2008 3:50:31 GMT -5
A neighborhood in the suburbs. The houses are mostly two stories and have green lawns, the typical stereotype suburban neighborhood. However, most of the homes have weapons to protect themselves.
Some people have left their homes or perished in the outbreak, so whatever's left in the house is free for the taking.
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Post by thegunny on Feb 23, 2009 20:09:44 GMT -5
Terry slowly pulled up to the nearest gas station after entering Stoneville, and looking around to the guys and gals in the back
We need to fill up on gas again while we have the chance. Lets get some road maps or tourist maps too... and figure out what to do now that we're here. And now that we're here and know that things are screwed up here too.
The storm had kept up, and they'd run into multiple zombies on the way here. Not too many... it was disturbingly quite and remote here. In Raccoon city, they'd been everywhere. But here... so far, it was very sparsely populated by zombies it seemed so far.
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Post by Mikey on Feb 23, 2009 22:31:22 GMT -5
"All right. You work the pump, I'll get the maps and anything else thats useful." Mikey said, climbing to the back of the van and going through the piles of things that were now crowding the back of the van. "Jesus man, where did you put the...Oh, never mind." He said to Terry in the front, pulling the shotgun from it's case. Without much more digging, he found the shells.
Loading the seemingly never ending eight round magazine, plus one in the chamber and eight in the side rack, with the ease of someone who spent time he could have been spending reading or partying at the gun range, he opened the side door of the van and aimed the shotgun around to check for threats. He didnt see any and slung the strap over his shoulder.
He made his way to the door, still looking through the red dot sight of the shotgun as he neared the door. When he got there, he opened it quickly and scaned the inside. Nothing.
"Clear." He said loud enough to be heard by Terry at the pump. He looked over to the counter for maps, and that is when he smelled it. The rotting smell that could only be flesh. Peeking over the counter, he recoiled not in horror, but disgust. Gagging on the smell of the now nearly headless person behind the counter, he looked again.
"Figures..." He said, eyeing the small sawn off double barreled shotgun lying next to the man. He quickly assumed that the person had been bitten or just had enough of what was going on and used it to end it all. Mikey slightly felt sorry for him, knowing what he had been dealing with, and reached down. Picking up the shotgun from the gore, he wiped it off on some papers on the counter and tucked it in the hammer loop on his pants.
Quickly grabbing one of each of the maps on the rack, he walked back out and smelled the fresh air filled with the confusingly good smell of the gasoline. Walking up to Terry, he handed off the maps and held up the shotgun. "Look what I found." He said, knowing anything he could add to the small ile of weapons they all had was a good find.
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Post by Lawton on Feb 26, 2009 18:00:59 GMT -5
As Mikey climbed out of the van and headed towards the shop, Nicholas clamored out himself and stretched, then made a vain attempt to brush the wrinkles from his tattered uniform.
Perhaps partially due to his career as a guard, or maybe even his OCD, before long he was pacing around back and forth on the far side of the van (opposite side of the pump); scanning for any movement.
A voice broke him from his thoughts, and he saw his new companion, the one they called Mikey, returning from his venture into the store. He was carrying several town maps, and holding up a recently retrieved sawn off shotgun.
Nick headed over to the other side of the van, where Mikey already gave Terry the maps. "Not a bad find." He said, nodding. "Is she loaded?" He asked, gesturing to the shotgun.
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Post by Mikey on Feb 27, 2009 2:48:23 GMT -5
Mikey, who had only assumed that the weapon had a single shell left from the situation he had found it in, broke it open and looked at the firing pins on the back of the shell. As he thought, one was dented in and one was still out.
"One round." He said, grabbing the empty one that had since gone cold with his thumb and index finger and dropped it on the ground. The metal made a clinking sound as it hit the ground and bounced a few times before coming to rest. "I can fix that." He said, taking one round from his pocket and sliding it down the tube before latching the shotgun shut. He flipped the safety on and set it in the van for someone to take later.
"We almost ready to go." He said, looking over at Terry.
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Post by thegunny on Mar 7, 2009 20:47:43 GMT -5
OOC: Lets get this restarded. Mikey suggested we find a cure for his character. I say we do that. Mikey, you post cause our characters don't know right now
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Post by Lawton on Mar 11, 2009 13:47:16 GMT -5
OOC: Ok. Should we also determine the order of posting?
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Post by Mikey on Mar 11, 2009 13:52:19 GMT -5
(Actually, that wasnt the confirmed plan of action man. We need to talk this out gunny.)
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Post by thegunny on Mar 12, 2009 20:35:20 GMT -5
OOC: Mirian and Risingstar, you didn't get hit as far as I know. I imagined that the bullets all missed but whizzed near you, and you hit the ground and the rest of the bullets missed cause of that
Etzel Fleischer looked through his binoculars again, examining the van for a moment again before looking away, and looking at his local hireling. He was just some local thug who survived and didn't mind the idea of getting some payday; especially when it was going to be in hard currency. And he'd get to keep the gun too. Niceeee. Etzel quickly said
You ready?
The thug grinned and cocked his cheap but "average" quality Romanian AK-47 that Etzel had supplied to him, and patted the chest rig Etzel had loaned him that had another 6 AK-47 30 round magazines, saying arrogantly
Hell f**king yeah, lets rape these b*tches!
Etzel nodded quietly, not showing the displeasure he had with both working with this street criminal or his word choice. He might be a rogue F.B.I agent, and he might no longer be a U.S marine, and he may be considered a cold-heartless-greedy freelancer, but he still had morals embedded in him by Parris Island instructors and the instituation of the F.B.I. Lately, he'd started to drift more to the middle and walk the line. He still wasn't a good guy anymore, but he was no longer a universally bad guy. Etzel cocked his Glock 18, and glanced down to mentally reassure himself by seeing the 31 round magazine filled with Cor-Bon 9x19 9mm 115 grain +P Jacketed Hollowpoints. He wasn't using his HK53A3, yet. The kids didn't seem like they'd be that much of a problem... though not they had a security guard with them. They should try and take him out first. His Glock 18 was a good equalizer as it is. A side ways glance at the AK-47 and seeing the 75 round drum loaded made him feel better about not having a full team of heavily armed private military contractors backing him.
Alright. Start shooting once I clear this window.
The two of them were 30 yards away, across the street in a shop. They had been hidden and out of view while that d**n security guard was on the lookout--- now he was distracted. That was when they popped up. Etzel aimed his pistol and squeezed the trigger, shooting the sides of the window while his glock fired on full automatic. When Etzel was done a second and a half later, the windo whad collapsed and only the corners remained. Then the thug opened fire with the AK-47, spraying 7.62x39 FMJ's into the side of the van and sweeping out its right side wheels, going for intimidation factor in this first several seconds rather then focusing on killing them like he felt he should be doing. Then he aimed and started to throw lead all around Mikey and Lawton. Etzel finished reloading and started spraying the area near Terry, who had taken cover now near the hood of the van. Mirian and Sara were still inside, but the bullets going through the right side of the van probably caused them to duck and cover. Etzel wasn't sure if they were hit or not, but he didn't care. He was focused on the armed men, and not killing his mark.
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Post by Mikey on Mar 15, 2009 0:21:57 GMT -5
As soon as he heard a gunshot, Mikey dropped to the ground and tried to determine where they had come from. By the pattern of holes appearing in the van, he determined they were coming from the right of where he was now.
He crawled from where he was to the back of the van to try and peek out and see the attacker. He saw a shattered window accross the street, and figured it must be it. Was this the same person who had shot at them earlier, or someone new? If it was the same person, it meant he was tracking them for some reason. If not, then there were just quite a few crazy mothers hanging around.
He pulled his revolver free and aimed down the sights from his position of laying on his stomach before firing off several rounds. He didnt know if he was going to hit anything, but he hoped a few shots would give them enough time to get the hell out of there.
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Post by thegunny on Mar 16, 2009 13:11:31 GMT -5
The thug for hire yelped as a bullet grazed his thigh and hit his rifle, fragments from the rifle imbedding in his ear, cheek, and chin. Another bullet whizzed over his head while the other one hit him dead in the chest, only to be stopped by his chest rig filled with ammunition; The bullet did ruin a magazine or two, though. Etzel grimaced as the thug was hit, and he realized then and there they wouldn't be able to do anything except put the fear of god into them even more then he already had done with the sniper shooting. He slung his aim left and expended the last of his magazine to break the passenger side and drivers window, and then reloaded. The thug for hire got more accurate as he started shooting again, onr or two bullets head straight at him. The AK-47 jammed before he could send more rounds down range.
Terry quickly stood up now that he had an opening and aimed his browning BLR, pulling the trigger at the same time Etzel Fleischer finished reloading and aimed as well, firing several quick aimed shots in order to hit Terry but not wanting to use full auto for his glock. Right as Terry fired at the thug, a bullet hit him in the shoulder and threw his aim off, instead the bullet whizzing down range and slamming into Etzel Fleischers laptop attached to his belt. Terry worked the lever on his rifle in time to aim and see the Thug drop his AK-47, giving up on trying to unjam it, and instead reach down to pull out a frag grenade and thrown it into the midsts of Lawton and Mikey, the grenade heading straight towards Lawton. The thug yelled out
CATCH MOTHER f**kER!
Terry's shot came just as the grenade left the mans hand, and the thug was hit by a heavy 7mm-08 round, causing him to stumble and fall limp to the ground. Etzel mercilessly looked down at him, fired a quick burst of automatic glock fire into his head, and then shredded the AK-47's ability to chamber rounds with his glock in the same way, the event happening in such a quick succession that even those preoccupied with the grenade saw it happen. Terry was the only one however to see Etzel throw his own grenade out into the street between them, which exploded with a thunder clap that could be heard for at least a mile, like a sonic boom, and then Etzel turn away. As a desperate survivor following the gunshots burst into the back of the store Etzel and the thug had been in, Etzel shot the survivor dead and walked by him in cold blood, merely dropping an empty magazine on top of the body as he reloaded and waited for the zombies in the vicinity to swarm the location. The dead thug he had hired and the survivor that had crossed the wrong path seemed to be completely forgotten as Etzel escaped into the night, at the moment unsure of the results of the fight(And the grenade the thug had caused), but convinced he will find out later.
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Post by Lawton on Mar 17, 2009 18:14:18 GMT -5
Nick had heard the gunfire, and the ping of lead hitting metal. "Get down!" He took cover next to the van, and turned his safety off. He tried to get a good quick look over the van, but was forced back into cover. "Sounds like an AK, watch yourselves!" He called to his comrades, one of which, the one who called himself Mikey, had returned fire with his revolver. During a break in the fire, Nick peaked around the corner, aiming for the mart where he assumed his opponent was hiding and sent a small burst in the direction. He didn't have to wait long for the AK wielding thug's response; a live grenade heading right in Nick's direction before apparently being cut down by his own partner. Nick Abandoned the safety of his cover as the grenade bounced and rolled towards him, and snatched it up. He threw it back with all his might, and scrambled back behind the safety of the van.
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Post by thegunny on Mar 17, 2009 19:05:21 GMT -5
The grenade exploded harmlessly behind Etzel, him already out of the killing range and path of the fragments, the fragmentation grenade merely shredding the man who had thrown it and the unfortunate survivor who had ran towards the wrong gunfight; and further damaging the already disabled AK-47. Etzel disappeared again, doing what he did best; run, evade, survive, think, and continue plotting to achieve his own means. He certainly had put the fear of god into them, Etzel believed, and he might have even gotten a few of them killed or wounded. Regardless, he knew now he was going to have to stop underestimating the kids and that security guard. He had several underestimated them, something he rarely did. Well, no longer. Etzel was a quick learner. He will continue to track them... and this time do something better then attacking them when they were together and able to overpower him and just one other person; a thug, not the normal ex-military, ex-special forces, ex-umbrella, or just plain higher quality mercenaries he usually worked with. Well, he certainly didn't lose anything from this. Just a cheap thug who'd achieved(by Etzel's high standards) s**t pay and a cheap as s**t Romanian AK-47 with some drums, that although they had costed more then usual due to having to use the black market, had still been cheap as s**t by his standards. One of those G.P.S-tracer-core bullets he had fired were probably worth as much as the entire drum and all of its ammunition in it combined, if not an entire drum and that AK-47, and still yet some. ------------------------------- Terry worked the lever on his rifle quickly, staring through the 4x scope and confirming there were no hostiles left in the store across from them. Then he yelled out quickly
Everyone alright?
He knew that that mother f**ker had just raped his precious, loved, trusty, elderly old van and that Mikey and Lawton had recieved a s**t load of fire, and might be wounded. He also knew that the girls in the van might have gotten shot up too...
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Post by Mikey on Mar 22, 2009 4:53:00 GMT -5
Mikey, knot knowing if he had actually been hit or not, looked himself over. He didnt see any blood on himself or the ground, and figured he mut have been good. As he stood up, he noticed something. His body had gone numb. He wasnt feeling his feet underneath him, or the gun in his hand. He wasnt even getting the tingleing feeling you got when your arm when to sleep after laying on it in bed. He wasnt feeling a thing.
Only his heart beating a mile a minute in his chest. It was the only thing he felt right now.
He knew for a fact that an adrenaline rush didnt do this to someone. He was an anatomy student as well as a forensics one. He knew all about what a human body did under duress, and this wasnt one of them. He was actually getting a bit worried. His symptomes had gotten worse over the past few hours, from a surge of energy to a near overdose of it.
"I'm...ok." Mikey said, not actually lying but only telling half of the truth.
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Post by Lawton on Mar 23, 2009 18:42:39 GMT -5
Nicholas felt physically fine, but when he stood up he found he was weaker than he originally thought. He stumbled, being forced to lean on the side of the van to stay up. He fearfully glanced down to inspect himself for wounds, and when he saw made him groan. He had been hit, not once but three times. One of the Ak's rounds had clipped his right thigh, and another had gone through his upper left shoulder. The third had pierced his light security armor and buried itself much too close to his stomach. A few inches, and he would have been dead, and they would probably have been fatal anyway if he were alone (and were to lose consciousness, which he feared he would), but as it is his friends will be able to aid him. He coughed, the adrenalin he had felt slowly wearing off and the pain started to set in. "I've been hit... C-check the others." He said, putting pressure on his stomach wound and waving off any aid until he was sure everyone else was alright. "My backpack... It has some gauz..." He winced from the pain. "S**t, someone out there really doesn't like you..."
[OOC: edited a bit]
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