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Post by Caliber on Apr 11, 2011 2:16:39 GMT -5
Amelia flung the door open and hopped out of vehicle as Arc fell to the asphalt, convulsing. Amelia quickly shrugged off her satchel and began digging through it. She pulled out a sedative-filled syringe and jammed it into Arc's neck. He stopped convlusing and slowly drifted out of consciousness. Amelia turned around to call for help from Jessica and Katy. They both stood in awe, no doubt shocked by the 'mutating' comment. "What are you waiting for? Get out of the damn car and help me!" she yelled at them. They obeyed, getting out of the car and coming over to help Amelia get Arc into the back seat. Once he was flat on the back seats, Jessica hopped up next to him and Katy walked around to the passenger seat. Everyone entered the vehicle and shut the doors behind them, Amelia engaged the ignition once again, and they drove off, detouring around the vehicle blocking the road.
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Post by Winters on Apr 11, 2011 2:49:24 GMT -5
Arc lay on the road, squirming around now uncontrollably. He couldnt control his body, not without fighting whatever was going on inside. His arm finally grasped onto Amelia neck, chocking her. Arc couldnt do anything but watch. His eyes flashed, and he had been pinned down by Amelia and Katy, trying his hardest not to fight back. Reaching for his knife, Arc slashed it across Katys neck, watching her bleed over him. Another flash, he felt a needle inside of his neck, and he was being shot with something that was quickly slowing his heart rate down. Grabbing the needle from his neck, Arc drove it into Amelias eye. His last flash before blacking out completely. Arc was almost relieved when he finally went limp.
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Jessica had been the first one out of the car when Amelia called, but she didnt know exactly what she was suppose to do. Poor Arc had been on the ground, seemingly in a lot of pain. "Mutating? Whats that suppose to mean, hes infected?!" Without getting any response, all three of them had gotten to Arcs side, and lifted him up, carrying him to the back of the jeep. As they got him inside, Jessica got in beside him, and closer the door. She held his head on her lap, but in a shock of paranoia, had kept her hand on top of the Beretta on her side. But almost hating herself for thinking it, she removed her hand, and lay it on Arcs chest inside. "Please dont die... I never even got a chance to tell you yet..." Jessica thought to herself, holding back tears.
The Jeep sped down the highway now, going the fastest it had been, the engine making a loud humming sound as it kept getting faster and faster. Luckily enough, this the road leading towards Raccoon City had been completely bare, whole the side leaving was littered with stray cars. Because at the speed they were going, they wouldnt be able to stop had something come up, not without killing everybody in the car first.
[Amelia, Jessica, Katy, and Arc now at St. Michael's Clock Tower]
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Post by Rhinn on Dec 14, 2011 12:40:38 GMT -5
[Jack pulls up to the 7-11 from the Arklay Forests]
The Sportsmobile quietly and slowly crept to the gas pumps that were stationed outside the 7-11. Quiet, because it had been sputtering with the lack of fuel and now it was coasting on momentum. Slowly, well because it was a heavy van and the incline was slight. Jack sat in the driver’s seat, rocking it back and forth, trying to add more momentum to the truck.
“Come on, just a little bit further… just a little bit further.” He kept saying to himself.
Finally, the truck was close enough to the pumps, so he slammed hard on the breaks, bringing the vehicle to a stop. Before getting out, Jack grabbed his Cougar and checked the rounds in it. Then he peered out the door. He hadn’t seen anything coming up at him, but there was always a chance that might have missed them. Carefully he opened his door and stepped out, aiming everywhere. He reached back in and grabbed his Benelli and slung it over his shoulders. While the rifle wouldn’t do good at short range, Jack always welcomed extra firepower.
First things first, thought Jack, quickly making his way over to the pumps. By the luck of God, it was still running. He quickly took off the cap from his tank and began to fill it up. He looked at the convenience store and was tempted to go in, but gas was more important right now than food. As the tank began to fill, he looked around. There were zombies down the road a ways, probably a quarter mile and they hadn’t noticed him yet. They kept shambling along bumping into things, each other and the would change direction. He could have taken them out right now, but shooting a fire arm while pumping gas was considered to be on the stupid side of things. Plus, if they hadn’t noticed him yet, a gunshot would surely bring their attention his way.
After what seemed like eternity, the pump finally clicked off, filling up the extended 40 gallon tank. Then Jack set about filling up the empty gas cans that he had strapped to the top of his truck. Each one carried another 10 gallons and there were 4 of them. Satisfied that he wasn’t going to run out of gas in the near future, Jack finally set his sights on the store. He didn’t like leaving his truck but if he started the engine, it would draw attention to himself. So, instead, he opted to lock it but keep the keys handy.
Then he entered the store. He had just stepped inside the doorway and rounded a corner when half of a dead person came crawling out at him. It took all his energy to not shoot it. Instead, he kept his eyes on where it was at and then began to pulled some of the remaining food off the shelves. The bread was stale and moldy, but a lot of the processed food, like twinkies were still good. He grabbed boxes of food, and drinks stacking it in a little shopping cart. When he had gotten what he wanted he headed toward the door.
The problem now, was that somehow… from somewhere, the undead had arrived. Jack counted at least 15 out there between him and his truck.
::EDIT 01/09/2012::
Jack took a deep breath and put his hand on the door. His rifle was slung over his shoulder and his pistol was in its holster. In one hand he had a bag of food and the other that rested on the door held his machete. He had decided to forego the guns as every shot would just draw more and more problems his way. So he was about to race through a crowd of 20 zombies with nothing but a sack of food and his machete.
He waited until he saw a gap and the shouldered the door open and ran. He didn’t try to attack any of them… he just ran. They were slow and the first few didn’t even recognize him until he was past. Halfway to his car, though, they began to close in on him. That’s when he slashed through their necks with the machete. The scariest part was at one point, he felt a hand grab the rifle on his back. He instinctively jerked away and shouldered one of the undead aside. Then he sprinted to his truck. He didn’t have to worry about it being locked as he never locked it. He jumped inside and slammed the door shut, locking it. Almost immediately, the van began to rock as the undead pressed against it. Jack sagged in relief for a few seconds and then put his rifle and the food in the front seat and fished his keys out of his pocket. He didn’t stare at the undead face at his window because he knew that it would give him the willies.
Firing up his van, he pulled away from the 7-11 and back on the street. Now the undead were shambling along behind him. He was safe for the moment…
But he had no idea where he was at.
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