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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 19, 2008 8:51:02 GMT -5
Minneapolis is known for its complex transit system. It is literally a maze of streets and highways. On a common day in this city the roads are packed bumper to bumper with people going to and from work. When the outbreak occurred, the majority of the citizens got into the cars and attempted to flee the city. This caused a giant traffic jam, which soon brought traffic to a dead halt. Now, the streets are riddled with abandoned vehicles, which provide cover but also tend to hide nearby threats.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Sept 9, 2010 11:12:24 GMT -5
[-.Daisuke arrives.-]
After a few days of travel, Daisuke finally pulled into the wrecked streets of Minneapolis. But due to the large traffic jam, this was as far as Daisuke's car was going to take him. Pulling the car into a reverse and completely throwing the car around so that it faced back the way he came, Daisuke had prepped it so that it would be ready in case he needed to leave in a hurry. Taking the keys from the ignition, Daisuke stepped out with his backpack in hand and shut the door. He exhaled a soft sigh and began trekking his way through the sidewalks of the city. It had been dead from the most of what he'd seen, and Daisuke was looking for a safe haven for himself.
The first infected arrived to him after ten minutes of walking, and Daisuke hadn't been noticed by it yet. No, not it, them. Before he knew it, Daisuke realized there was several of the infected walking around. He inhaled, slowly, and held his breath, silently creeping around the infected. They had been stupid and slow to say the least, and as long as he made no...
CLINK! Clatter clatter clatter...
A can was kicked and rolled downwards in his direction by one of the infected behind him heading in his same direction. All Daisuke would do was scream out profanity within his mind, beginning to haul ass. They took sounds as anything and would follow after it, and the infected were on Daisuke like he was covered in steaks. Down the street, around the corner, and Daisuke had lost his pursuers but only for a moment. Daisuke turned right towards a home and ran to it. He tried the handle, but to no avail. Crouching down, Daisuke pulled out his lockpick set and rolled it out in front of him. He began working the lock, cursing as he listened to the tumblers.
"Come on...come on..."
He only had say three minutes before the zombies closed in on him, and he was working as quick as he could. Biting his lower lip, he'd gotten the door open and managed to push himself in. Dragging his lockpick kit with him, Daisuke closed the door behind him, locking it with all the locks that had luckily been not on. Exhaling a heavy sigh of relief, Daisuke closed his eyes and caught his breath for a moment. He had time before they started swarming the home, so he decided to explore while he had the chance.
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Post by madmanx225 on Sept 10, 2010 21:54:03 GMT -5
[John Martin enters]
John's breath didn't stray from it's steady pace, he scanned the area to see a long line af cars smashed and jammed into eachother; leaving tight corners and sharp edges to evade. A car was parked adjacent to the traffic jam facing the opposite direction. Tire tracks painted the ground, they were fresh, John moved over to the car. It was in good condition, he scanned the car for B.S.A.A credentials or anything of the sorts. Finding nothing he pondered to himself, Was this vehicle used by his objective?[/b] John quickly snapped to reality and continued into the town.
Having traversed the sidewalks for awhile, John came across a group of Zombies, they were separated wide enough to the point in which John could pick them off with his silenced Type 05 JS 9MM SMG. Their heads popped as John stealthily killed around eleven of the undead bastards. Seeing no more danger, John continued toward a still intact house. A large group of zombies could be seen a mere six hundred feet away, John treaded carefully around the Zombie horde; he silently manuevered past the horde and stopped at a house. Upon closer inspection, the lock had recently been picked, John tried the handle but it was securely locked from the inside. He knew there had to be a survivor inside this house, hopefully a sane survivor. John didn't know how to pick locks and kicking in the door would compromise his and the survivor inside the house's safety. John headed around to the back to see a shed connected to the house. It led to an open second story window; John climbed the shed and reached for the window's ledge, he pulled himself up to the window and climbed in.
The floor seemed intact but John didn't know how sturdy it really was, footsteps echoed from the floor below. John stepped light and quickly as he reached the stairs. He shouldered his Type 05 and quietly walked down to the first floor. He saw no sights of anyone in what appeared to be the living room. He moved to the kitchen where he heard cabinets opening and items being shuffled around. John jumped into the room as a man's head shot up from the other side of the counter. "Identify yourself!"
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Post by Marc Firewing on Sept 10, 2010 22:46:17 GMT -5
Heavy breathing slowed, his body was leaned back against the door. Erecting his posture, Daisuke pushed himself off and took a step into the living room on his left. It had been a bit of a mess, not as if someone had ransacked the place but as if they'd been in a hurry to leave. Some furniture was toppled and there were magazines scattered about the floor as well as glass and picture frames. Daisuke let his feet tread over the glass carefully, hearing it crunch beneath his feet. He lifted a few couch cushions and checked underneath them, spare change, lint, food...nothing of any use. A grunt of annoyance escaped his lips as Daisuke traversed his way into the hallway which made an L shape when connected to the living room.
Two doors on either side, with an open doorway which led to the kitchen. Daisuke let his body explore it as he shuffled to the cabinets and cupboards. Pulling out the ones that were in the counter top, his hands shuffled through them finding nothing of use. There was a soft annoyed sigh before Daisuke's hands guided themselves towards the cupboard that stood tall, canned foods but all of it had been spoiled for about a month about this point... Daisuke had ended up throwing some cans backwards towards the other entrance of the kitchen and dropping them by himself. Slamming it shut, the noise prevented him from hearing anything around him. Crouching down to the doors of the counter that was stuck dead center of the kitchen, Daisuke ruffled through them.
"Come on there's gotta be--"
A can was kicked from the doorway and Daisuke's body jumped up, gun withdrawn from his pants and aimed at the other man. He'd almost fired, almost. Daisuke was silent, the man had shouted something. Was it...'Identify yourself'? Or was it... 'Shoot me now and steal my stuff'? Daisuke already knew what the man had shouted but just decided to keep his gun at the ready. His USP Compact was aimed squarely at the man's head, no sound suppressor meaning that if his gun went off there'd be problems.
"...Dai. The name's Dai'."
The gun was still aimed squarely at the man's head, he didn't particularly like people. Too many and it was a f*ckin' nuisance to travel without some bullsh*t starting. Dai hadn't exactly taken a man's life before so the pressure was building in the back of his mind, but he stayed calm on the surface to not give the other guy any sign of weakness. It was a dog eat dog world, and you had to be ruthless to survive.
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Post by madmanx225 on Sept 11, 2010 16:50:55 GMT -5
"...Dai. The name's Dai'." This was John's first encounter with a survivor who had been roaming the vast undead world, no B.S.A.A symbols covered Dai's clothing; this was not the man he was looking for. John studied the man, he seemed to be around the same age as himself; although he looked more experienced in the world of survival. Dai's handgun still aimed at John's head, he showed no signs of sympathy or derangement; however, John couldn't tell if he was crazed or not. John kept his Silenced Type 05 shouldered but lowered it slightly, hoping to invite some civility into the situation. "My name is John, John Martin, I'm with the B.S.A.A."
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Post by Marc Firewing on Sept 11, 2010 20:58:10 GMT -5
The B.S.A.A.? He's all alone? What about his squad? Should I trust him? No, don't be stupid. Play into the situation, see how it rolls.
"...A solo B.S.A.A. agent? Either you've got a lot of guts or you're psychotic."
Hesitant at first, but soon enough Daisuke lowered his USP Compact. Slowly he returned the weapon to his pants waistline for lack of holster, Dai crouched back downwards. He began rifling through the cans once more but saw nothing of great interest, it was all spoiled by at least a month. Even if it was canned, Dai never liked taking chances. A soft sigh escaped his lips, Dai's body rose from the counter and looked around as he bit his lip. There was scratching at the front door, the infected had found them but there was still time.
"How'd you get in? The door was locked tight and they're clawing at it. Back door?"
Daisuke's attention refused to fall onto John, his attention was rather turned about at the mess he'd created. His footsteps pushed cans out of the way, legs carrying his body to the door back into the hallway without even caring whether the man had responded or not. He walked down the hallway and pushed doors open, seeing bedrooms. A teenage room, with a bunch of posters of pop-stars and male singers. Daisuke wandered into it, his hands opening drawers, seeing female clothing and scattered it around while looking through other drawers. He pocketed the occasional dollar he found as well as an iPod and his nostrils inhaled.
A scent filled his nostrils, one he was semi-familiar with. He wasn't absolutely sure what the scent was but he had a hunch. Following his nose, Daisuke sniffed towards the bed and scattered the sheets, lifting the mattress and finding nothing. Daisuke dropped his body underneath the bed frame and felt around, feeling a ziploc bag. He pulled it out, examining the contents, Marijuana. Typical. Although good use for selling to some junkie for information or something. Daisuke pocketed it, continuing to explore the room that belonged to a female teenager.
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Post by madmanx225 on Sept 11, 2010 22:07:14 GMT -5
John stood in the kitchen alone as Dai had left him abruptly and continued searching the house. There were Zombies clawing at the door, John had to play it safe, he wasn't as experienced with the undead as Dai was. John heard Dai shuffling something around as drawers slammed shut and doors were flung open.
John eventually followed Dai as he stormed around the house in a hurry. Stopping down the hall in a teenage girls room, John leaned against the doorway. "I came in through a window upstairs." John had his Type 05 resting against his side, his hands freely wandered as the clawing and undead moans grew louder. A loud crackle echoed through the house, a piece of the door had been broken open, the undead would storm the house at any moment.
(Sorry for the shortness haven't really sunk into John's persona yet)
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Post by Marc Firewing on Sept 11, 2010 22:36:11 GMT -5
Scritch scritch...Scratch scr--CRAAAACK!
Daisuke slowly rolled himself out from underneath the bed, pushing himself up to his feet. Dusting himself off, Daisuke walked towards the doorway which John stood at and patted the man on the shoulder. He kept walking down the hall to the set of stairs that led up to the second floor, on the opposite end the one John took down. As Daisuke walked down the hall he called back;
"Well good luck Johnny-boy! I'm gonna go explore."
He let his hands push doors open as he walked down the hall, opening a closet and looking in. Nothing of interest, no jewelry...Why did he even bother coming to this city? A soft grunt of annoyance escaped his lips, there was the sound of the door collapsing off the hinges. The groans of the undead as they began to wander the house, and he expected to hear gunfire if John wasn't a complete idiot. Daisuke hated the pure thought of being stuck with an extra man, so he'd have to lose the guy or just let him die.
"Sh*t...Nothing worth checking out."
Daisuke brought himself to the window, looking out and climbing out. He brought himself to a hanging position and dropped, landing on his feet with some pain as he stumbled back to his ass and remained in a sitting position for a moment. A soft groan escaped his lips as he stood up and looked about, adjusting his backpack and thinking of where to go next.
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Post by madmanx225 on Sept 12, 2010 11:14:38 GMT -5
John stood in the doorway as Dai got out from under the bed. John watched as Dai dusted himself off he then watched the man walk towards him as he patted John's shoulder. John studied the room for a moment, it had one window boarded up and no escape; John turned to leave the room as Dai called back to John.
"Well good luck Johnny-boy! I'm gonna go explore."
Sweat ran down John's forehead as he lost his cool; slightly. The undead continued to pound on the door, John brought his Type 05 up to his chest so it no longer rested against his side. Dai had run up the stairs and the door began to crack more. John jumped into the hallway and slowly approached the stairs that were right next to the door. With his Type 05 aimed at the door he paced himself then bum rushed the stairs. The door flew off it's hinges as the undead began to pour into the house; John turned, halfway up the stairs and fired off a couple rounds. Zombies dropped as John mostly got headshots but the Zombies continued to grab at him. He turned around and ran up the stairs, in his panicked state he couldn't remember which room the window was in. Zombies followed him up the stairs as he quickly lost time, he stumbled into a room with a boarded up window; 'FU*K! I can't die here!' John gathered himself up as moans grew closer and closer from the hall, John reached for his SPAS 15 Automatic Shotgun and blew apart the wood blocking his exit; Zombies entered the room.
"Fu*k You!"
John's shout echoed in the room as he unloaded his remaining rounds in the undead horde; hoping to buy time. With few seconds gained, he jumped into the shambled window and pushed the excess blockage out of the way. Luckily, this window led to another house, so he had something to break his fall. He flopped onto the adjacent house's roof and returned to his feet, he saw Dai sitting just below the window he had entered earlier. Having caught Dai's attention he ran off the roof, down onto an awning then off onto ground floor. The Zombies clustered the house as more appeared around John in the streets. John ran out to the street and fired his Type 05; he knew he had to get out of there.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Sept 12, 2010 11:33:40 GMT -5
"Well that plan worked out better than I thought."
Dai chuckled as he listened to John's gun explode and attract the zombies to his position. It made an easy getaway as Daisuke traversed through the backyard, jumping and grabbing onto the large fence that separated this backyard from the one next door. Throwing his body over, Daisuke let go of the fence as he went through the side of the neighboring home. His attention shifted to Dai who'd dropped to the outer lawn to the house they were in previously.
"Smell ya later alligator!"
Daisuke called out with a grin as he watched John run away. That was one way to get rid of the guy. Daisuke shook his head, standing on the front lawn as he watched the zombies limp and stumble after John. Daisuke began thinking, looking about as he planned out where to go next. Probably the bank...there had to be a bunch of cash there. Saliva trickled down his bottom lip and chin as Daisuke thought about the amount of money. But how much would he take? Taking all of it would be suicide due to how slow it would make him... Daisuke shrugged and began walking down the sidewalk, avoiding the occasional infected wandering about as he headed deeper into the city to find a bank.
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Post by madmanx225 on Sept 12, 2010 13:12:00 GMT -5
John threw his SPAS 15 over his back, it was too loud and kept attracting more attention to him. He saw Dai run away in the opposite direction, 'Sh*t, so much for that guy helping me.' John thought to himself as he ran through the growing horde of zombies. He readied his Type 05, the silencer would attract less noise, giving him a better chance to lose his attackers. Running down a tight alley John had hoped would save his life only lead him to more peril. A large fence about ten feet tall blocked his path; this would be no obstacle if a tractor trailer hadn't crashed into the building on the other side. Jumping the fence was a waste of time, but he did so anyways, Zombies would be up his ass in no time. A fire escape was about eight feet in front of the fence. As the undead pounded on the fence, John balanced himself on the top rail and leaped forward into the fire escape. He grabbed the ladder, almost missing it, as he clung on zombies gathered beneath him. He let out a relieving sigh but then a metal clank shattered his ear drum as the ladder snapped out of lock and came undone. The ladder dropped at least five feet, leaving the zombies mouths just around John's knee caps. They clawed at his legs as he fired his Type 05 into the crowd; luckily, he didn't get bit or scratched. He climbed up the ladder and ran up the fire escape. Zombies moaned below as he reached the roof of a four story tall building. He reached the edge to see what he thought was the center of town, a culmination of zombies were gathered around a long fence. There appeared to be survivors inside the fence, they had barricaded themselves in; they were using the town's bank as a stronghold.
John made his way across a few buildings giving him a closer look at the survivors. There were four of them and one of them appeared to have a standard B.S.A.A outfit on; that had to be his objective. John moved to the edge of the building were the fire escape should be, unfortunately, it was destroyed and was now laying in the streets below.
"Sh*t, how the hell am I going to get down there now!?"
The roof below John began to crack as he watched small spots of roof cave in. He looked to the edge, contemplating jumping, but he would never survive the fall. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and attempted to run back to the previous building. He almost reached jumping distance, but the floor caved in, sending him backwards into the large apartment building. He lost grip of his Type 05 as he plummeted into the building, he landed on the cemented floor at least twelve feet below; knocking him unconscious.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Sept 12, 2010 13:46:13 GMT -5
The sound of gunfire ceased, Daisuke shook his head. John either didn't make it or managed to escape, one or the other. He wasn't hoping for either of them, just as long as he didn't have to babysit the guy. His body moved left and right, around the infected, occasionally grabbing one around the neck and snapping it. Daisuke heard increasingly loud moans as he turned the corner, seeing a large horde of them surrounding a building in the city square. The worst part of it was? They surrounded the bank. Daisuke cursed as he looked around and crossed the street, slowly approaching the center of town but made sure not to get close enough that the horde of zombies noticed him. Daisuke moved himself onto a sixteen wheeler, climbing from the back and onto the top. Daisuke was going to need a plan if he was going to get into it, something large...Or maybe the sewers? But what if he couldn't get in through the sewers? Sh*t why did things have to be so complicated!? Daisuke remained on the sixteen wheeler, quiet as he began to ponder all the possibilities... ------------- "Hey! Hey buddy! Wake up!"A police officer with a Winchester Rifle stood over John, shaking the man and slapping the guy's cheek somewhat in an attempt to wake him. Jack Bryans already knew the guy wasn't infected, his body wasn't pale and he'd had weapons on him. There were no visible marks on the guy so there was no sense in leaving him there. Jack heard shuffling at the door and turned to face it, lifting his Winchester and aimed. The moment it stepped into view... BOOM! CRACK!The infected woman's skull had shattered into a bloody mess against the hallway wall. He looked down to the guy who'd dropped from the ceiling to see if there'd been any sign of movement.
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Post by madmanx225 on Sept 12, 2010 15:00:49 GMT -5
Voices were muffled as John tried to open his eyes, he felt something shake him. He tried to look around but couldn't move, he heard a gun cock and a door creek open; a skull cracking shattered John to reality. John jumped up as he saw a police officer with a Winchester rifle standing in front of him; behind him was a door where a dead infected lie on the ground. A trail of smoke flew up from the barrel of the rifle as the officer reached his hand out to help John up. John accepted.
"Thanks man, uh, I'm John and you are?"
John examined the officer as he got to his feet, his clothes were ripped and torn, he looked like he was one of the four survivors John had seen earlier.
"The name's Jack, Jack Bryans. You okay? You must've fallen a good ten feet."
John chuckled and nodded. He then looked around the room, moans could be heard coming from the outside of the building, rubble sanded in from the ceiling as John realized he was on the third floor. Jack led John out of the room with the intention to get him back to the other survivors. The building was obviously old but it was even worse now that John had caved in most of the roof. They hurried out to the back door where Jack led John through the hallway and into the street. Zombies were no where to be seen at first, until one jumped on Jack's back and bit into his neck as a screech echoed from Jack's mouth. John turned around and lifted his Type 05, sending the undead bastard flying onto the ground. Jack grabbed his neck and looked to John while reaching for his sidearm.
"Sh*t, don't do it man!"
"Fu*k that... listen John, go straight down this road, you'll find a door... that's where the rest of us are..."
John turned around to look at his path as a gun went off, he looked back to see Jack lying in a pool of blood. He was dead. John turned around again and began to run for the door Jack spoke of. Zombies crowded the area but they were on the opposite side of the fenced area. John rammed his fist in the door as he waited for a survivor to answer.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Sept 12, 2010 15:58:42 GMT -5
Daisuke looked down, the infected were approaching the eighteen wheeler. Daisuke pushed himself to his feet, leaping from it to the truck and then to the ground on top of an infected. His foot had been the guiding pole which smashed in an infected's face. An annoyed grunt as he looked about and moved to an open sewer hole, pulling the cover over and descending into the sewers. He was going to have to find access to the bank through the sewers, there was no other way. As he landed on the cemented walkway, Daisuke looked around the ways at the lighted sewer-system. He began walking in the direction of the bank, it was going to be a helluva walk to get there. Daisuke began humming, walking through the sewers as if there were no care in the world. The stench didn't even bother him from being around the rotting flesh of the undead. At the bank... Explosions of the fist pounding into the steel door could be heard, there was shuffling behind the door. Unlocking and swinging it open, a man grabbed John and pulled him in, slamming the door shut and there was a gun pressed against John's right temple. There was silence before slowly the firing pin was released back into its position slowly to prevent the gun from going off. "Who are you? Where's Jack?"The man spoke, a serious expression on his face as the gun was lowered from his temple and John was released. He stepped back, wearing a leather jacket with a black undershirt and black jeans to match. His boots were Timberland. The nine millimeter handgun was at his side, his blue eyes watching John, waiting for a response.
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Post by madmanx225 on Sept 13, 2010 15:36:20 GMT -5
After being pulled into the survivors' safe zone, a man held a gun to his temple, after realizing John was not a Zombie he lowered his weapon. The man pushed John away and began to question him. John brushed off his jacket, he cleared his throat, then looked over at the man awaiting his answer.
"I'm John, Jack is dead; a zombie had attacked him."
John took his attention off of the man and began to survey the room he was in. It was fenced in, zombies horded the outside, many barricaded forts were shuffled inside the fenced area. A manhole was in the center of the area; two other men stood in the area picking zombies off one by one. Another man stood up at the Bank's entrance, John hadn't seen this man from his roof observation earlier. He appeared to be in his 50's and held a SPAS 12 in one hand while an M4 Carbine lie on his back. John directed his attention back to the man in the leather jacket as he waited for his response.
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