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Post by Lawton on Apr 29, 2009 18:39:08 GMT -5
Nick nodded. "Agreed." He grunted. "I'll keep my eyes open." He said, his ever vigilant, tired eyes scanning the street; looking not only for a suitable place to hole up but any suspicious movement. He tried his best to relax his body, but at every sound the engine made or imagined movement outside he tensed up.
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Post by Mikey on May 2, 2009 6:07:28 GMT -5
"Lets see...house with a big wall, few windows, garage, and what else? Unclimbable, is that what you said? Why the f**k would he want to be climbing the house?" Mikey asked, not having heard all of what Terry said. "Ok fine, unclimbable house." He said, peeking out the front windshield for anything that looked like it could be used as a makeshift fort.
"Hmm... that one? Naw, too much glass. Hmm... no fence... no garage... Dammit man, this is harder than I thought it would be!" He snapped to the back. Why not pick any damn house and work with what they had? Blocking up some windows and doors wouldnt be a hige problem. A fence, ya sure. More for the zombies than that other f**ker. A garage, hell ya. Hide the van and all that. But why did it have to be...
"Hey!" He yelled to the back. "Hey, I think I have the perfect place!" He said, pointing to the house he had in mind. Two stories with a two car garage, a huge metal barred fence that that guy would have trouble with unless he brought a grappeling hook, not too many windows but still a fair amount, and from this angle only the one front door. Probably a single back door with the way the house was built. All in all, the house itself seemed sturdy.
"What do you think?" He asked as he started to pull toward it, forcing Terry and Nick to come up with a yay or ney in a hurry.
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Post by thegunny on May 3, 2009 17:00:31 GMT -5
Terry quickly looked out from the back through the windshield towards the house, and said
Yeah, lets take it. Pull over. We got a break in to make. Then we needa get our van and trailer in that garage.
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Post by Lawton on May 8, 2009 14:50:08 GMT -5
As they pulled over Nick scanned the house with his ever vigilant eyes. "Looks good, lets do it." he said, unbuckling his seat belt and opening his door. He peaked out cautiously for a fraction of a second, then steeped out, holding his weapon close. He stood his ground, constantly glancing in all directions.
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Post by Mikey on May 11, 2009 10:32:36 GMT -5
Mikey pulled up the driveway a short distance and put the van in park, opening his door and looking at Terry. "Take over here. I'll shut the gate and get the garage door open." He said. A quick jog the ten or so feet to the gate and he had it closed. This was a good one. Wrought iron. Not decorative or anything, just straight bars connected with a horizontal one at the top and bottom. To top it off, the whole thing was set in cement along the whole border of the property. The owners here had meant this to keep people out. Nice.
The gate clanged shut and latched from the inside. Any normal person could open it though. They needed a chain and a padlock of some kind. Hopefully Terry had one in his van or trailer somewhere. Ok, that took care of the gate. Now for the garage.
The jog to the garage was much further than the one to the gate from the van. This was a long driveway. Sheesh. "Damn rich people and their long ass driveways..." He said, slightout out of breath. Cardio wasnt his thing.
The garage door was unlocked, thankfully. Wouldnt do to have to bash it in or shoot the lock and end up not having a door to protect the garage. Once inside, he swept the area with the shotgun Terry had loaned him, and upon seeing it was clear, located the button for the automatic garage door. "Nice." He said, waving Terry in when the door was up all the way.
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Post by thegunny on May 11, 2009 21:29:43 GMT -5
Terry had watched Mikey's back from afar with the scope of his rifle quietly, waiting for the signal before he pulled into the garage, signaling for Mikey to help him back into the two door garage and make room for the van and the trailer. After quite a bit of hassle, they got it all in. They closed the garage door, and Terry climbed out. Mikey told them what he found, and then Terry nodded
I got a pad lock and crap in the trailer back there of course. If we're locking it up in the garage we can use it else where. I'll go rig it up. Lets start fortifying and even booby trapping this place... The girls should probably go check around the inside... get organized, get food accounted for and crap, ya know?
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Post by Lawton on May 16, 2009 17:29:22 GMT -5
Nick walked with a slight limp by the side of the van, acting as a sort of escort, while Terry pulled it into the garage. He helped close the large door behind them, tapping it just to be sure it was closed. "Think we should lock it?" He asked, trying to see in the dimly lit room.
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Post by Mikey on May 19, 2009 3:42:03 GMT -5
"Sounds like a plan." Mikey said, setting the shotgun down and watching Terry walk towards the back of the trailer to get the lock for the gate. "I'll go in first and check it out." He said and pulled out the sawn off shotgun from the back of the van. The full size pump would be hard to move around with, but this thing was perfect.
Out of habit more than anything, he broke it open to inspect the shells. Both were still unfired and perfect, as they had been when he checked it back at the gas station. Showing off a bit, he snapped it back shut with a flick of his wrist and turned the safety off. "Back in a flash." He said.
The door to the house itself was, like the garage door, open. He was starting to get a bad feeling. All these open doors. Things were starting to get too easy. Next thing he knew, something was going to pop out and rip his f**king throat out, he knew it. No normal person, in this situation, left all these doors open. That meant that they either ditched quick or they never knew what hit them.
He soon found that it was the latter.
The garage opened into the kitchen. One of the fancy ones with a bar seperating it with the living room. And in that living room, lying on the couch in a pool of blood, was a woman in her 30's, still gripping the wound that had killed her. A huge hole in her throat, caused by a bite. But, it looked too big to be from a human. Mikey had lived through this once. He knew that the human zombies werent the worst thing in the world. It could always get worse.
Silenty cursing that he had no way to contact the others without yelling out or going all the way back, he took a breath to try and steady his pounding heart as he took a step further.
Claws clinked on hard floors, and he silently hoped it was a house with hard wood floors somewhere in front of him. No such luck. A drawn out growl was heard behind him, and he slowly turned in time to see a rotten great dane barring its in tact teeth.
No sudden moves being made, Mikey raised the shotgun and steadied his hands as best he could. The beast of a pet, seemingly knowing what the weapon was, charged. Mikey fired, and in his panic, missed his target and blew a hole into its leg and chest. The dog didnt even flinch as he kept running and tackled Mikey.
He did his best to keep its head away as he yelled out for help, hoping someone had heard the shot and was already on the way.
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Crystal
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I Stand Alone
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Post by Crystal on May 19, 2009 7:25:01 GMT -5
{CRYSTAL TO THE RESCUE! x3}
Unlike the small group who took the front, a young woman had traveled from the back of the house as she saw the high walls. She parked her motorcycle and used the seat to jumped up and catch the edge, the bike knocking over, she knealed at the top and inspected the backyard. One Pitbull that was infected, easy bait. She pulled her sword out and jumped down, slicing the dog in the head before it could do anything.
She then tossed the body off to the side and jogged inside, her heart pounding as she opened the door, sword still in hand as she looked around. No one in the laundry room, thats when she heard a cry for help, she immediatly jumped up and ran, seeing a man being held down by a great dane she sighed and took her leg up and went for a forceful full swing. BANG!
The dog smashed into the couch and glared at her, her stormy blue eyes almost matched his as he went for the kill. She pulled out her Colt, everything went in slow motion as she narrowed her eyes in discust and fired.....The dog was blown back. She smirked.
"You OK?" she asked, and placed her weapons up before looking at the man, she looked up at the woman and walked over, pulling her Colt out again and fired one last bullet in her head. She wasn't heartless, in her mind it saved the woman from becoming a murderer.
{>D}
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Post by therisingstar on May 20, 2009 0:03:29 GMT -5
(Sorry, sorry, sorry, SORRY, sorry, sorry. I won't leave this RPG again, I promise--thanks for not leaving my behind. Basically, I'm going to make it that Sara was coming in-and-out of conscious during the whole Etzel-shooting-them-them-shooting-him-back-driving-away thing, as well as the second confrontation. Currently she has been knocked-out and is still unconscious in the van).
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Post by therisingstar on May 20, 2009 0:29:42 GMT -5
Sara's eyes blinked back-and-forth, causing the entire world to seem like a flickering video--the grainy, shaky type of footage mostly used in horror films. "Ouch..." she murmured, as a shard of pain ran up her face, "Ouch... ouch..." she clamed her eyes shut, gritting her teeth. Sara waited for the pain to subside - by a fraction - before opening her eyes again.
Everything around her was dank and dark. A cool breeze swam around her, flecks of dust flying up her nose with every breath. Where am...? Then suddenly the past events hit her - the arguments, the shooting... the shooting. Panic flared inside her and she felt a scream rise up inside her throat; she had fallen in-and-out of consciousness when the shooting had started and as it progressed, snippets of the conversations that it had ensued floated through her mind; mainly Terry and Mikey swearing.
"Is anyone HERE?" Sara yelled, feeling more-and-more panicked as she remembered more-and-more of the happenings. What if they were all dead? She felt goosebumps run up her arm and a lump settle in her throat. What if they're all dead and the last thing I did was... A wall of angry tears began to multiply behind her eyes. The LAST thing I did to them was insult--
"You OK?" A feminine voice floated out of nowhere. Sara twitched in confusion, realisation hitting her as masculine voices answered back. They're alive Relief flooded through her. They're alive... and I am... A carpety texture, that she had managed to ignore for so long, rubbed against her cheek once again and Sara pulled away from it.
Struggling slightly, Sara got a grip of the carpety texture - realising that it was the floor - and pulled away from it. Kneeling on the floor, she gripped around her in the darkness, frantically edging towards where she believed the door to the van was. She grimaced as more pain rushed through her fingers as she found the handle, pulling at it, she stepped out of the van, the tinkling sound of glass dropping away from the van windows following her descent.
Wow, that psycho really wrecked this... Sara glanced at the car in the diminishing light, feeling somewhat sorry for Terry--it was pretty obvious he adored the van. "Is anybody..." Sara called out, walking towards a facet of light that shone at the other end of the room. The room itself seemed like some sort of garage, its concrete floor leaving a solid, thumping sound with her every footstep.
Brushing at the dust on her face and body, Sara walked into the house; straight into the kitchen, a view of a dead woman clutching her bleeding chest greeted her. Disgust swirled inside her, only increasing as she caught sight of the ravaged dog. She gripped at the marble benchmen, her breath quickening - and receding as she caught sight of Terry, Mikey and a middle-aged man (she guessed he had joined the group whilst she was unconscious).
Regaining her lost breath, Sara waited to speak: "You could have woken me up, my face hurts," she complained lightly, stepping out of the kitchen into the living room. She ran her fingers up the light bruise that dotted her jaw.
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Crystal
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Post by Crystal on May 20, 2009 11:29:20 GMT -5
{I's ignored x x XD, no its ok, I just like picking on people >>}
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Post by thegunny on May 20, 2009 16:50:32 GMT -5
OOC: I was waiting for Mikey and Rising to post before I posted. I'll post now I guess.
Terry Parker had come sprinting from the Garage in after Mikey once he heard the s**t start flying, but he heard several gunshots echoing out before he even got inside. Terry Parker skidded to a stop, dropped to a crouch, and aimed his .358 Winchester Browning BAR take down at the newcomer. Lawton had come in sprinting behind him, and had aimed his Uzi at her as well. When the two saw that she was and had helped Mikey and wasn't a threat, Terry and Lawton eased off, and Terry stepped off to the side, shooting a sideways glance at Mikey waiting for him to reply to the girl. Terry just had to take one look at Mikey to realize he was fine. Terry hopped up on a kitchen counter with a clear line of fire with the newgirl, and kept his arms ready on his rifle(even if he rifle wasn't ready), in case she suddenly got hostile.
Terry's head turned on a swivel as Sara came in, his hands on his rifles tensing up for a moment before he realized who she was, and then glanced back and forth between her, Mikey, and the newgirl, before replying to Sara as he continued to look at the newgirl and Mikey
Figured the grenade would wake you up.
Then he asid more politely, shooting a sideways glance at Sara
Sleep well?
It wasn't really that funny at all to say that, but Terry and everyone was straught for fun and enjoyment... Terry was bored enough to smirk mildly at the mention of a grenade before Sara replied, wondering how she'd react. He looked back at the newgirl again, and then mumbled quietly under his breath as he continued to be ready if needed
If you'd been awake you mighta ended up getting shot. No harm no foul. I'd rather my face hurt then deal with that Psycho again...
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Post by therisingstar on May 21, 2009 7:01:34 GMT -5
(Sorry Crystal! Hope this makes up Oh, and btw, where is Mirian?) So would I, Sara thought to herself. “The grenade didn’t wake me up because I wasn’t asleep, I was unconscious,” she informed Terry, wondering herself whether there was any big difference between the two. “I slept okay,” she admitted, grinning at Terry as she flipped back into the kitchen. It was strange; now that they were safe—and Sara really felt safe, despite the dead woman and dog—all the unpleasantness that had shrouded her in the Van had suddenly disappeared; she felt light and bubbly. Giddy in relief. Avoiding the sight of the dead bodies, Sara began opening the cupboards in the kitchen in search of food. The house phone dangled limply off a torn wire, eliminating all chance of communication with her family. Sara ignored the rising dejection as she pulled open yet another cupboard which revealed an assortment of household appliances. Suddenly a random thought struck her— I’m raiding a dead woman’s house and I don’t even feel sorry—she wondered if that was the essence of survival; forgetting the subtleties in life and always seeing the world as one simple, large, never-ending picture with little detail. The fourth porcelain cupboard revealed a pantry. Sara let out a gasp of delight as the sight as the homely sight of brightly packaged foods greeted her eyes. Pulling out a couple of bags of chips, Sara tossed them into the living room, hearing them hit the floor with a soft ‘plod’. “There’s heaps of food in here,” she called out to the others, pulling at cartons and cans of more food, piling a few up on the floor. “A lot of food, we could even cook something… if the electricity works,” she added. Walking out of the kitchen to let the others pass, Sara opened a bag of salt&vinegar chips and slowly began to eat them, savouring the tangy taste. She glanced around the living room—and the bar—appreciatively. The childish and girlish side of her felt a desperate urge to mat out the room with sheets and pillows, turn on the heater, eat food and talk to the others—they deserved it, didn’t they? After everything they’d been through. However, another part of her felt guilty at the thought of doing something like that—especially with the former owner of the house lying ravaged in her own living room. Sara glanced at herself in the living room mirror; she looked surprisingly okay after everything she’d already been through. Her clothes were slightly dirty and torn, however, otherwise she was completely fine. The other girl joined her by the mirror and Sara stared at her reflection through the glass. A striking contrast of pale skin and dark, velvety blue eyes; red-black hair and a mouth shaped in a smirk. What’s she laughing at? Sara thought to herself, somewhat irritably. There was something almost ninja-like about her, an elegance and glamour that sweltered around her in a very natural way. “I’m Sara Schwartz,” Sara told the new girl, staring at her own reflection now.
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Post by Mikey on May 21, 2009 9:23:22 GMT -5
(Sorry about my lack of posting ladies and germs. Work has been kicking my ass lately.)
"I'm good." Mikey said quietly when he was asked. "Ya, totally fine. Thanks for asking." He said a bit louder with a hint of 'smartass' in his voice as he saw Terry and Lawton more occupied with the girls. Never mind he had just about had his throat ripped out by a dog that was bigger than a mule. Naw, f**k that, it was all cool now that those two were here.
He stood up with a bit of a sway in his step, all of a sudden not feeling so well. He had a splitting headache, his heart was still pumping overtime, his stomach was flopping around, and to top it off it seemed like everyone was being an a**hole. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a reasonable voice was telling him that it was all in his mind and he was probably going crazy. He wouldnt think it too unbelevible. The virus didnt just effect the body. It effected the brain as well. Raised aggression to massive levels. Pretty soon, he'd start snapping at someone just for asking what the time was. Ready for a fist fight if someone wanted to bum a smoke. He'd be coming apart at the seams soon enough.
At least his job was almost done. They had the shelter. Now they needed to get it ready. And then, he could just slip away without anyone knowing.
"I'm gonna go check the house." He said, starting to walk toward the back with a stumble in his step. The mass of adrenaline in his system was starting to get him. Wearing and tearing him him down at any and all corners.
When he was out of the room, he leaned against the wall and listened. Nothing besides the conversation from the next room. Good. Maybe the dog and the woman on the couch were the only inhabitants. He fished a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a shaky hand, his mind telling his body that it would calm down now. Amazing, what the power of the mind could do to the body if you beleived enough.
The checking of the house to make sure it was clear was an easy, but long, task. The other rooms were empty of infected forms. He didnt bother to look around for things they could use. Terry could do it later, the lazy prick. As he went, he made sure windows were locked as well as doors that led outside. There wernt many of them, but they were huge liabilities if left open.
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