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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 19, 2008 7:50:06 GMT -5
The Washignton Fire Department is a small and old building with 2 floors. The bottom floor is a garage which houses 2 fire trucks. The top floor is a kitchen and bunkbed area, where the firefighters sleep and eat.
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Post by Black on Apr 26, 2010 22:47:55 GMT -5
"I really hate it when I have to sneak around just to get somewhere."
A voice softly spoke out as a shadowy figure slipped through a window to the top floor of the Washington Fire Department. This shadowy figure would be reconized as Justin J. Black or just Black. Black made his way into the room where the fireman would sleep and eat. As he made his way to his feet he heard a slight scratching. Turning on a flash light a infected fire fighter would be seen running for Black. Acting quick he smashed the zombie in the face with the side of his gun knocking it back onto it's back. Looking around Black saw a fire axe and picked it up slowlying walking over to the zombie that was crawling along the ground. With one swing he drove the axe through the skull killing it. Lighting up a few candles not wanting to draw to much attention Black searched the rest of the upper story of the Fire Department. After finding no one else around. Black shut the door to the bottom not wanting any surprises and sat on a chair to the far corner. On the table was a map of the city that the Fire Department used. Black kept his sidearm out and by his hand on the table as he read in the candle light.
"I need to find a way to get out of here and towards the airport. Every where else is blocked off by to much wreckage."
Black spoke softly as he reached into his pack pulling out some water. He sipped the water deep in thought. He was a good ways away from the air port which was the only safe haven out of here that he knew of. Along with that was the fact getting there alone would be nearly impossible. The city was nothing but dead people. Though he also knew it would only be a matter of time before someone or something would find him. Seeking to take his life.
"Life just can't be easy..."
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Post by Alyssa Evarhart on Apr 26, 2010 23:08:35 GMT -5
In a world rapidly spinning out of control, it was imperative that one didn't lose their mind with it. Survivors world wide were undoubtedly under horrific amounts of stress. One way Alyssa dealt with stress was doing something familiar. And on the field that just so happened to be cleaning and maintaining her weapons. The agent had field stripped both her HK-471 and her UMP 45 and was cleaning away at the components of her weapons in one of the officers of the fire department.
She had made sure she didn't have any company on the first floor though, and had capped two infected firefighters. Their bodies littered the floor outside. She completed her maintenance in due time and was about to move on from the fire department when she heard something of a ruckus outside the room. She threw her Hk-417 around her with the shoulder strap and drew her UMP 45. Flicking on the muzzle-mounted flashlight, she kicked the door open and began to search for the source of the noise.
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Post by Black on Apr 26, 2010 23:21:40 GMT -5
Black folded up the map and placed it inside his pack along with the cantine of water. Just as he placed the pack back onto his back he heard a noise from the floor below him. Black holstered his sidearm and blew out the candles trying to move as quietly as possible. As he held the fire axe in one hand he gently opened the door that lead to the stairs leading down. Slowly walking crouched close to the ground he peered over the edge to see the figure of a woman who was well armed from what he could make out. Black couldn't make out much at all seeing it was dark though he knew she had a gun drawn. Meaning coming out may not be a good idea if she just wanted to kill him for his things. Black knew though that if they were not enemies or if she wasn't looking to kill someone living. It would be stupid for them to trade rounds cause one had a trigger happy responce. So Black decided he would speak and see just what would happen. Though he kept his body hidden behind a wall.
"Never thought in a million years I would live to see another living face. Your not here to kill living people are you? Cause if you are. That's really going to ruin my day."
Black waited for her to speak though if she kept quiet that would only mean she was looking to kill him. Sliding the axe onto the back of the pack into a strap he drew his sidearm once more. Just encase she tried anything. He didn't want to bring an axe to a gun fight. Only question was could he really just kill another living person. He hasn't seen one in so long. Black could only pray she wasn't someone here to kill him.
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Post by Alyssa Evarhart on Apr 26, 2010 23:39:19 GMT -5
She was surprised to see the source of the noise had been none other than a living, breathing human. However that did not make the young man any less dangerous in Alyssa's eyes. He could be a looter, a murderer, a rapist or any number of those things. He could also just as easily be an operative for number of rival organizations to her own. Her mind screamed at her to just put him down right now, to save her self the trouble.
But her heart told her no. At least, not yet. If she did that she would be no better than those monsters out there. She lowered her HK-417 slightly so the light wasn't shining in his eyes anymore, and she carefully observed him. He didn't really seem like that big of a threat, nothing more than an armed civilian. Still, looks could be deceiving.
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Post by Black on Apr 26, 2010 23:51:55 GMT -5
Black didn't hear anything but the light that was flashed on him least showed signs that he was now noticed. Though it would seem that she wasn't going to shoot at him as the light was soon lowered. Black put his gun away to show he had not intention on killing her. Though the fact she was still remaining silent had him a bit on edge. Black got up and stood out in front of the woman. She seemed to not wanting to trust him just yet either. Which was something they had in common so it would seem she wasn't all bad. Though now he just realized he didn't know what to say. So Black just decided to maybe put her at ease a little more so she wouldn't try putting a round in him for sneezing.
"My name is Black. I'm an ex soldier of the US Army. I came here to fight but I'm all that's left."
Black looked over to see a few fire trucks in the garage and that started to give Black some ideas. With something that big moving through the city would be a lot easier. Plus hot wireing them wouldn't be to hard. After all he done it a few times here and there in the past. Black looked the woman over once more and knew she wasn't some normal girl trying to surive.
"Do you work for the goverment? Well really it doesn't matter. You here for something or are you trying to leave like me?"
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Post by Alyssa Evarhart on Apr 27, 2010 0:11:04 GMT -5
So he was in the Army? Just gave her all the more reason to keep her guard up. That meant he had at least basic weapons and survival training. She didn't really believe his name was 'Black' and found it to be a rather evasive answer but wasn't going to press that particular issue. She held her battle rifle with one hand for a moment and unclicked her DHS ID card from her chest and threw it toward him. She quickly replaced her hand on the grip of the rifle.
She was still debating rather or not she should just shoot him. But if he was trained, he could be useful in getting her out of the city. After all, it never hurt to have someone watch your six.
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Post by Black on Apr 27, 2010 0:28:07 GMT -5
Black caught the ID card and looked at it. It would seem she was with some special orginization that sprouted up. He really didn't get the chance to watch much news here. Though he made sure to look at her name and then tossed it back to her. Shortly after Black started to hear some banging on the garage doors as well as the emerency exit doors. It would seem that the free time Black had was now speant. Black hopped over the rail of the stairs and looked into the trucks. Just as he thought no keys. Though once again that shouldn't prove to much of a problem.
"Well looks like we have a choice to make. I don't know how much this will mean to you. Though I give you my word I won't hurt you. I have enough problems. If you want to come along then I suggest you move your butt and get in the truck."
Black rushed into the driver seat and pulled out his bayonet knife. Breaking open the bottom to the wire compartment Black started to search through the wires for the ones he needed. The only problem is he knew he had limited time. Sure enough he stripped down the two wires and kept pushing them together. Now it only had to turn over or else Black might as well have that girl shoot him so he not eaten.
"Come on turn over."
Just as Black said that the engine started up and Black sat up in the seat. Placing his backpack in the back seat he placed his shotgun next to him and started to slowly back it up so he could ram right through the garage doors. Looking to the girl he wondered just what she was thinking all the time. She never talked and it really got to be pleasing and at the same time a little scary.
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Post by Alyssa Evarhart on Apr 27, 2010 14:55:57 GMT -5
When he tossed her ID back she calmly pinned it back on the exact location where it had been previously. She was still considering what she should do when a pounding noise began to sound at the garage doors. It looked like she would be sticking with him for now at least. After all she didn't fancy the idea of having to face the undead by her self, running low on ammo as she was. She followed him to one of the fire trucks, making sure to cover their six as she did.
He began to hotwire the vehicle, and looked like he knew what he was doing so she didn't move to interfere in anyway. Instead she hopped into the passenger side door and quickly shone her rifle around into the backseat, making sure there wasn't anything back there. Just one of her many paranoias she developed in this world, always checking the backseat of any given vehicle.
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Post by Black on Apr 27, 2010 15:15:06 GMT -5
Black saw her get in and knew now that he wasn't alone though at the same time. Felt like she was still on edge around him. Even though Black was not one to trust others easily he knew he didn't have much of a choice. Plus another one of his codes was to never to stab someone in the back. So as of right now he knew there was no troubles. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out some gum rather then his usual smoking habbit. After all he only had a few left and they were mainly there to celebrate surviving a big encounter.
"All right then lets go."
Slamming his foot down on the gas he shifted the Truck into gear and smashed straight through the garage door. Running over a bunch of zombies he turned onto the street pushing some smaller cars out of the way hitting some open roads. He knew back streets wouldn't be cluttered with cars so that's the route he took. Every once and a while a Zombie would pop up but cause of them constantly moving there was no time for them to be swarmed. Relaxing for the time being he saw that the gas on this truck wouldn't last forever so they would have to make a choice. The nearest places were the Saint Thomas' Hospital or the The Smithsonian. Those would be the easiest and fastest to get to on route. Black knew that there wouldn't be much at the Smithsonian but at the hospital a chance for finding medical supplies would come in handy. As well as fuel they would have for backup generators.
"I hope you don't mind taking a trip to the hospital." (Truck leaves Fire Department making way for Saint Thomas Hospital)
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