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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 19, 2008 23:07:08 GMT -5
There are actually a fair number of survivors in this area, all riding on their ATV's and screaming. Clearly they're daredevils as quickly they're bringing in the zombies from all directions. The survivors don't seem to mind though, each one of them has their moments as they either crush a zombie with their quad-bike, or shoot it in the face with their shotguns. Not sure about the mental stability of these ATV punks, so make sure you don't get too close just incase ythey decide they want to blow your head off too. Bullets fly wild around here, sometimes the ATV'ers themselves get caught in a flaring explosion when they crash their vehicle after copping a bullet to the chest.
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Southern Son
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Post by Southern Son on Jun 16, 2011 7:24:02 GMT -5
*Drawing near the dirt circuit, Wes still hasn't came up with a plan of escape yet. He really didn't want to kill these kids, but he felt that he may need to. Simply a few meters away, Wes looked out the window. Seeing that the circuit was rather big, and barely guarded by other punks. This place must've been nice before the outbreak, but now it's a reservation for this gang of punks.
They came to a stop in front of a building. Behind it, were smaller buildings that looked like houses. Although they weren't, perhaps that's what these kids were using them for. They were being surrounded by them in every direction to ensure stability. Wes then heard Bethany's voice from behind.*• Bethany • "Wuts goin' on?" • Wes • "Uhm... These people wanna settle somethin'... We'll be alright Bethany. Doncha worry." • Bethany • "Mmkay." *Wes thought that he may have lied to her because this gang heavily outnumbered him and Warren. The kid with the M1 had approached Warren's door again, and yelling at him to get out of the truck. Warren stuck his hands near his ears as he got out of the truck. One of the other kids had done the same thing to Wes, except they were aiming a handgun at Wes rather than a shotgun.
Warren had his handgun on him, as Wes had both his guns on him. As they were being forced to regroup by a circle of kids, they made both Warren and Wes toss their guns over to them. Doing so while they were aiming their firearms at them both. Handing their guns to the kids, and they no longer had any weapons. Wes turned back, to see the guy with the M1 dragging Bethany out of the truck. Her screaming because he had her gripped by the back of the neck.*• Wes • "HEY!! Don't touch her!" *The punk glared over at Wes, slinging Bethany to someone else. The punk then paces to Wes with an angry expression. Getting in Wes' face, with the shotgun barrel being held against his chin. Wes tilted his head back because he had applied pressure. Warren had shown intention of budging in, but someone grabbed him from behind then.*• Punk • "Now what the hell are you gonna do? Nothing... I can blow your hairy head off right now... Won't mean a damn thing to me." • Wes • "You don't have to do this, ye know." *The punk had pried the barrel off Wes' chin, just so that he can hook Wes in the jaw with his free hand. Wes stumbles to the side after receiving the punch. Warren then roared to the Punk, then breaking free from the grapple one of the kids had him in. Warren charging to the punk. Instinctively, the Punk pulled the M1 up as if he was about to shoot him, but Warren pushed down on the M1, and punched the kid.
The punk got knocked down, as the guy who had grasped Warren earlier, had recovered and grabbed Warren again. This time, few other punks approached them, and began to lay in some heavy shots on Warren. Wes dashed to the few, and had tackled two of them. Landing on one of them, ground pounding that one. Warren was on his knees, spitting out blood from the beating he received. The numbers game began to play as Wes had been yanked off the boy from the ground, and they boxed him to the ground as well.
After realizing that they wouldn't be able to suppress all of them, they just remained on the ground, on their knees. Holding their sore abdomens from all the strikes they endured. The one with the M1 had approached them, and then smacks them both with the stock of the shotgun. Each man falling to the mud and dirt. Wes opened his eyes, looking over at the Jeep. Noticing that they were kids searching through it. Stealing whatever they can find.*• Punk • "You two suck... ya know that? Ya really think you'd fight us all off? Ha! We're gonna tie you two up and use ya as zombie bait... Then you two will be able to say you helped us kill them sonsab*tches." *Warren rolled over to his back so that he could breath. Looking up the sky, noticing it's about to rain. Wes had picked himself up, to where he is on one knee, and staring up to the punk with the M1. Wes was trying to stand up, but he didn't have the energy. With that, he just stayed on one knee while craddling his ribs.*• Wes • "You're pathetic... Anyone ever tell ya that? This, whacha doin' right now... Isn't gunna help ya at all. Zombies aren't the only things out there to worry about, trust me... I've seen 'em. You all may have the numbers, but you don't have the weapons or skills. The superior monsters have the potential to whip all of you clean with a batter of an eye. Warren and I are the only ones here who would know how to fend them off. This isn't the right thing to do, ye know. Much bigger threats out there than us... So don't be startled by a few outsiders and a small girl." • Punk • "You're lyin' through ya teeth... You're jus' sayin' that so that ya can save ya own ass." • Warren • "He's tellin' the truth..." *Warren had sat up from the ground, after he heard the speech Wes gave off. Feeling a small drizzle coming in, knowing the rain would wash off the mud and blood on his body. Wes finally gathered the energy to stand up. When he did, he stepped over to Warren, sticking a hand out. Once both men were up, they approached the Punk.*• Wes • "Now... Instead of beatin' every outsider y'all come across... Why not bribe them into joinin' this social gatherin' ya got goin' on? Killin' 'em and takin' their weapons isn't gonna help ya at all since ya don't know how to use 'em. We'll be able to help y'all get back whatever it is y'all want... But you can't do it without someone with experience and the skills to do so. Although we will need our guns and stuff back... and Bethany." • Warren • "So... Whacha say?" *The punk had pulled down his M1, as if he was convinced already. Even though he felt like it was his decision to whether they would impact this group or be the plague to it. The punk glanced away, to eventually drift to the others. They all pairing up, to come down to a final decision. Wes scanned the area trying to spot Bethany. Not seeing her at all.
Peering back over to the punk, seeming to notice that the kids have came to a decision. The punk stepped back over, glaring to Warren and Wes. The punk still grasped his M1, pointing it near their feet. For a moment they were a bit of silence. In an attempt to make Warren and Wes feel as if they were rejected.*• Punk • "Fine... You two, can be the night watch. However... if you give us a reason, we'll kill you right on the spot. You two are gonna have a long night ahead of ya, you'll need ya rest." *Warren and Wes felt two guys approaching them from behind. Gripping onto each of their shoulders, spinning them around. Wes and Warren then received an uppercut underneath their jaws, instantly sending them both to the ground. Their vision begins to fade as they are sprawled in the mud. The punk had stepped over the two, peering down at them both. That's the last thing Wes and Warren got to see before they faded completely.*
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Post by Southern Son on Jun 17, 2011 3:30:53 GMT -5
*The area has became dark, since it's not late. The previous heavy rain emitting from the sky doesn't help the vibe either. The amount of earth that is on the circuit is intense, which is where the mud came from. Although now the rain has cleared, it's still sprinkling.
Both Wes and Warren has awaken. Feeling the water dripping from above landing on their faces to make the soreness feel at ease. Wes sits up, alongside Warren. Noticing that they have no shirts on, just the clothes they wore on their legs. Wes rubbed his face, smoothing the rain water across his facial hair. Warren had slicked his wet hair back to where his hair is away from his eyes and ears.
They soon realized they were on top of the roof of the first building. Looking straight ahead to see Wes' DSIII and some other gun. Assuming that gun is for sniping, and is meant for Warren to use. Taking a gander around, to see his Python resting on the edge of the roof. As if they kept their promise of returning their guns to them. Warren gazed around, to eventually find his GI 45. Remembering he left his Mossberg in the truck, not seeing it up there.
Finally getting to the point to where they lift themselves. Feeling the tenderness throughout their bodies from the beatings they endured. Warren felt angry at himself since he was beaten to a pulp by a couple of kids. Wes didn't rally mind that much because he understands what they might be going through. It's extremely tough to trust anyone in this new world due to the low amount of supplies.
Wes approaches the Python, gripping it, and sliding it back into the holster on his leg. That's when Wes realized he still had his knife on his other thigh, forgotten about it. Feeling a bit dumb about himself now because he may have been able to change the game with that knife. Warren glanced over to him, to see Wes looked upset. Warren chuckles to him once seeing that.*• Warren • "Heh, coulda been worse, ya know." • Wes • "I know... but ay, this whole time, I had my knife, and I forgot about it during the situation down there.." • Warren • "Well good goin'. Luckily they didn't notice, maybe that's why you forgot." *By that time, Wes had grasped his DSIII already, checking the chamber to see it's still loaded. Aiming through the scope to scan the area out there. Seeing it's quite dark, but they'res lights out there that help. Still scanning the area, to spot a zombie in the far distance. Wes pulled the DSIII down a bit, looking to Warren.*• Wes • "If I shoot, other zombies will be lured to the noise of my rifle. That's gonna be our ticket out of here." • Warren • "Shouldn't underestimate these kids though, they may be able to handle a horde of zombies." • Wes • "Maybe not while they're asleep. Our truck is still down there. Shoot a few zombies just to attract more." • Warren • "Awe, then we make our escape." • Wes • "Wait, we're gonna have to find Bethany too." • Warren • "Oh, yeah." • Wes • "They left a gun for ya here, take it just to have it. I'll go ahead and shoot a few zombies and you can go back downstairs to search for Bethany. Try to be stealthy though, don't want to wake those bastards up." • Warren • "Alright, good deal." *Warren had grabbed the rifle, and used the strap to wrap it around his body. Once done, he slides his GI 45 back out, and steps to the door to the roof. Warren grips the knob as soon as he approaches it, to feel that it's locked. Warren looks down with disappoint before turning back to Wes.*• Warren • "Man... It's locked." • Wes • "Oh, I sorta figured that already. So, here's what we're gonna do. I'm gonna randomly shoot, at the same time you shoot the door knob. My gun is twice as loud as yours, so the kids will think that I had shot a zombie without hearing you shooting the door. Mmk?" • Warren • "Wow, wish I could've came up with that." *Warren had stepped back to where he aims down the sight of the GI 45 to shoot the door knob. Wes had gazed through the scope, just going to shoot at the sky. Wes begins to count down from three. At go, they both would shoot at the same time. Wes got to Go, and both gun were fired. The shot from the DSIII had devoured the sound emitted from the GI 45. Warren pulled the gun down, to push the door open.*
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Post by Southern Son on Jun 18, 2011 14:37:46 GMT -5
*Warren realized the door had popped open after their plan was successful. The raiders wouldn't have heard the handgun firing off because the DSIII was much louder. Warren took his time going down the steps. The steps spiraled, and Warren went in gun out first. Spotting the room was empty of people, but they were a lot of stuff in there. Furniture, food, entertainment devices, etc. Finally reaching at the bottom of the steps, looking to the right to see a hallway.
Warren thought that the hallway is wear the bedrooms are, and he wasn't sure as to which one Bethany would be in. Not sure if whether Bethany was in this same building or if she was in the others. Warren was doing the best he could to be quiet, and as he stepped further, he heard a noise emitting from the room beside him. Creeping to it, to see a television playing a movie, with one of the raiders sitting on a sofa watching it. Warren gazed around to see if anyone else was around, but the kid was alone.
Pacing to the raider from behind, Warren knew the raider should know where Bethany is. Warren finally reaches the raider, quickly wraps his left arm around his neck and places the barrel of the GI 45 to his temple. At first, the boy wanted to yell, but Warren spoke at out the nick of time.*• Warren • "Ay... Now if you dare scream, I'll blow your brains out, got it?" *The boy made a humming sound to confirm. At that, Warren then applied more pressure with the choke as the boy seemed to move as if he was trying to get out. Pushing the GI 45 closer, causing the raiders head to cock to the side. Warren swung his head around to where he can stare at one of the raider's eyes.*• Warren • "Okay, I am lookin' for that girl that you and your punk friends terrified when ya putcha hands on 'er. Your gunna show me where she is right now. An' doncha try to do anything funny now... I'm the one with the gun here, you do as I say or I'll end your life." *Warren then yanked the raider up off the couch, allowing him to walk on his own. Warren stayed right on his tail with the GI 45 pressed against the back of his skull. Even smacking the boy in the back of the head with the gun to force him to walk faster than what he is. He can hear the boy shivering in fear, making breathing noises from fright.
The boy had walked to the back door of this house, telling Warren she's in another building. Once they got outside, Warren noticed multiple buildings to choose from. Well, not choosing because he was letting the boy guide him. As they slowly made their way to the house the boy was destined to go to, that's when Warren heard a gun shot fired from atop the roof of which Wes is on. Realizing that zombies would eventually be stirred by the noise and would make their way to this location.
The boy opens a door, and enters. Warren follows, with the GI 45 still pressed to his head. These buildings were like cookie cutters; they were all designed and constructed the same. Same interiors, same paintings, etc. Although the furniture and things like that were different, but it all was still practically the same.
The boy made a left, and creeped into the living room of this building. Surprisingly to Warren, Bethany was sitting right there in one of the recliners. Bethanys' eyes widened as she saw Warren coming in to save her. Warren immediately spotted the man guarding her once they drew closer. The raider of which was stationed there, jumped up and aimed a gun.
Warren quickly wrapped his arm around the boys neck again and pressed the barrel to his temple. Looking to the other raider, realizing that Warren was using his buddy as a hostage shield. The boy that Warren was choking, was scared, and wanted this to end. The other one with the gun, spoke out.*• Raider • "...Let him go... or... I'll shoot!" • Warren • "Yeah right, you don't have the guts to shoot your spineless friend here. Now listen to me, punk... I just want the girl. She's going to walk over here, behind me. When she does, I'll let your friend go. Then, I'm gonna leave with Bethany. Don't do anything funny, mmk? Bethany, c'mon." *Warren stood there, looking to Bethany. Seeing she looked a bit scared, but not as much as the one he's taken hostage. She pried herself off of the recliner, and paced over to Warren. When she done that, Warren shifted his eyes to the raider with the gun. Once he knew Bethany was behind him, he thought that the raider wasn't really going to let him go. Even if he did, he would've ran to his leader and tell on him.
With the, Warren stuck his hand out, and shot the man with the gun. Then, immediately after, he stuck the gun back to his hostage's head, and fired. He drops to the ground like a sack of beans, as Warren noticed the other one was still alive. Shooting once more, double tapping for the kill. Feeling that he just killed two human beings, Warren froze for a moment.*• Bethany • "...Warren?" *When Warren heard Bethanys' voice, he returned back to normal. Swinging around because he knew they would have to run. Jogging forth, and grabbing onto Bethanys' shoulder as he does. That told her to run as well, and she did. They both ran back to the building, and she followed Warren. As they entered the original building, Warren noticed some of the raiders roaming from the hallway.
The raider of which spotted Warren, wielded a gun. Warren instantly shot that one, causing him to drop at that. Approaching the body, and kicked the gun away from their grasp. Them still being alive for the time being, but the blood loss would soon get to them. Warren and Bethany kept running until they reached the stairs. As they ran up the stairs, they heard Wes shoot another round. That to instill the zombie's arrival.
Warren and Bethany finally made it to the roof top, to where she saw Wes. She ran over to him as Warren closed the door behind him. Figuring that they'll soon be charging up there with guns blazing. Bethany regrouped with Wes, as he began to question her. Warren knew the stairwell would serve as a good choke point against the raiders, he'd feel safer with his M-500 there though.*• Wes • "Hey, you okay?" • Bethany • "Yeah... Thanks for not leaving me." • Wes • "We wouldn't do such a thing. Heh, but now we gotta get outta here." • Bethany • "They'll be coming..." • Wes • "Yes they will... We're gonna fight our way out, so I'll need you to hide. Things might get ugly here." • Bethany • "Okay." *At that, Bethany dashed away, and steps behind the the air conditioning unit the building had. Wes peered out into the circuit, and saw a horde of zombies making their way to the building. Wes gained a smile, and was never happier to see zombies. Turning to look to Warren.*• Wes • "Ay, they're comin'." • Warren • "Great... Hope this goes as planned... If not, we'll have to deal with the zombies too." • Wes • "It will, just keep your head... The zombies will shorten their numbers, and they'll shorten theirs. Giving us the gap to take over things." • Warren • "Sounds unreal." • Wes • "Yeah it does... I was thinking that if this plan goes as planned, we'll be able to take over this gang as the leaders because they'll understand that we'll be able to destroy their bonds." • Warren • "Wow, imperializing... Never thought to do that. That's a good idea, actually. Then we would have like, our own small army." • Wes • "Yep, that's my plan... Now, it begins."
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Post by Southern Son on Jul 11, 2011 6:03:15 GMT -5
*Peering over the roof top, understanding the fact that zombies were rushing to their location. Wes was standing at the roof's edge only to keep watch. As Warren as posted in front of the roof entrance, to surprise anyone who thinks they're coming up. Hearing noise emitting from the distance, Wes steps to the side, and glances over the edge to his left. Seeing that the raiders on the ground were lunging themselves to get inside.
Perhaps they were frightened on the sight of a zombie horde. Warren on the other hand, happen to hear banging noises rising through the staircase. Pulling his gun, to aim in that direction, expecting a zombie to pop up in his sights at any time. Then again, he remembered the two boys he put an end to earlier; thinking the zombies would get to their corpses to eat their flesh before coming to them.
Dashing away from the roofs edge, because Wes heard gun fire arousing from the other building. Not sure if they were shooting at him or the zombies. He reacted by moving away. Warren glanced to the side, to see Wes' feared reaction. Standing there, for a moment, to realize that the raiders were indeed shooting the zombies in an attempt to hold them back.
Their plans to force this affiliation into instant danger was a success. Now all that is left, is their guaranteed survival, and chance of winning them over. By that, meaning to gain the position of the leader of this affiliation. Once the battle had initiated, Wes began to ponder of the outcome. What he would do, after this was all over. Right there, he couldn't surcome to an answer. That's when he gazed around, and looked to Bethany. Remembering why he saved her.
Wes decided to walk over near Warren, to assist him if it was needed. Wes had kept his eyes on Bethany while doing so, noticing she was really terrified. Stationed behind the AC unit, knowing she'd be well hidden of an uprising occurred on the roof. Wes felt the stare coming off of Warren, as he had tilted his body to the side to face Wes. Simply nodding his head to him, to gesture him.*• Warren • "I took two lives a few minutes ago." • Wes • "Oh?" • Warren • "Yep...and now, that's gunna haunt me." • Wes • "I precisely doubt that." • Warren • "Easy for you to say, you're not the one who killed 'em." • Wes • "Listen to yourself, Warren. You speak as if you have never killed anything before. Have you forgotten who you are? What we are? We're hunters. We've ended a hundred lives probably. Just for sheer amusement. You should have the stomach to end the life of a person, especially since it's necessary." • Warren • "But... was it really necessary? I mean, these kids... They're fightin' for survival. They're treatin' us this way, to survive. After all, survival of the fittest, eh?" • Wes • "Survival of the Fittest. That statement, resembles what we're fighting for perfectly. We're stronger than these zombies, Warren. We'll kill them all. Those two kids you killed, was a step closer. Honestly, here in a few, you may have to repeat yourself." • Warren • "Oh me... Ugh... I guess you're right. I shouldn't get emotional at a time like this. No room in the world for the weak, huh?" • Wes • "Actually there is. Without the weak, then who would be strong?" • Warren • "..." • Wes • "Remember who we are, and what we came here to do. Don't let the scenario corrupt you. If you let it, it'll eatcha inside out." • Warren • "Yeah... I'm sorry. I should be focused on the task at hand... Not for my selfish... self." • Wes • "You mean, your selfish grievances?" • Warren • "Uh, that's what I said, Wes." *Before anything else could be said, the two flinched to when they heard screams being erupted from the building underneath their feet. Warren knew that the zombies were definitely ram-parting their way into the house. In the end, would make it harder for them to deliberate the zombies in order to receive the affiliation as their own. With the screams, came gun shots. With the gun shots, came moans. They both knew they were a battle attending in the house, as well as the other house beside them.*
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1. M-500 - Capacity: 6. - Amount: 0. - Quantity: 15. 2. GI 45 - Capacity: 12. - Amount: 8. - Quantity: 30. | Equipment
1. Flashlight. 2. Watch. 3. Camera. 4. Canteen of Water. | Equipment 1. Flashlight. 2. Cellphone. 3. Refrigeration Cooler - Bottled Water: 14. - Alcoholic Beverage: 3. |
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Post by Lord Sephleon Ghaliroth on Jul 11, 2011 23:35:20 GMT -5
Nikolas moves down the trail with the skill of a veteran trailblazer: swift as a fox, yet silently and cautiously. His flashlight illuminating the path ahead, he grips the recently acquired - and newly reloaded - Glock 18 in his right hand. He left the truck behind at least an hour ago, but still has a lot of ground to cover before the high-rises and buildings of Raccoon City will break the horizon. In fact, he still has to get through the outskirts surrounding the city, and he wasn’t sure how far the infection has spread. He knew his green-and-brown forest ranger uniform wouldn’t help much against zombie bites and scratches, but it at least provided protection from thorny branches and the chill wind.
Chill wind. The temperature dropped slightly since he began his descent. Sure enough, distant thunder confirms what he realizes too late. A storm. Bad time for a storm. He increases his pace on the mostly-descending trail as he becomes less picky about his steps. He needs some form of shelter, and soon.
Suddenly, gunshots echo throughout the forest. South-west of here. The track? Fearing that survivors in need of help were under a massive zombie attack, Nikolas darts into the trees, his flashlight barely revealing more than shadows and silhouettes in the dense brush. He moves with the grace and agility of a professional dancer half his age as his mind quickly considers the possible scenarios. A last stand? A sudden attack?
It was instinct more than anything else to dodge left as he passes a thick tree. A zombie - a young girl who must have been in her late teens - suddenly lunges from the shadows, her broken fingers reaching for the German. Not wanting to reveal his position to any others in the darkness with the gun, he quickly holsters it as he kicks her away with powerful force, shoving her backward into the thick brush. Looking around at his feet, Nikolas smiles as he sees a bloodied lead pipe, doubtless left behind - or dropped - by a passing survivor. Silently thanking Fate for this find, he takes a quick glance around for moving silhouettes, the beam of his flashlight sweeping the area.
Only plantlife moved in the breeze. Good. While there is still the chance that crawling zombies could be hidden beneath the brush, he knows that they would reveal themselves with their moans once they spot him. Assuming they still could moan, that is.
Movement snaps him back to reality, even though he only lost a second to his musings. Deal with the present, then worry about the future. Just like Annie always says… Thoughts of his sister spur a sudden rush of anger at the thing shambling toward him. With a swift and sudden strike, he clubs the zombie on the side of the head with his new weapon. Not one for overconfidence, he follows up with three more vicious strikes while the zombie tries to rise again. Finally, it remains motionless.
Using the adrenaline rush to his advantage, he continues through the thick forest toward the gunshots. He breaks into a clearing where he could see a horde of zombies heading straight for two squat buildings where gunshots can be heard. He shuts off the flashlight and moves behind a nearby trash barrel that sits about 200 feet from the battle, where he pokes his head out to continue surveying the scene.
The survivors seem to have more than enough firepower to hold off the horde, but they seem to be firing wildly into the mass, knocking down zombies with the sheer volume of bullets but not really getting any kills. They lack the trained skills of military or even cops. From the looks of things, it was a downhill battle.
Breaking glass from the building snaps Nikolas’s focus in that direction. They’ve broken in. It doesn’t look good. What can I do now? Charging in will only result in death, and then who will I help? It was then that he notices someone on the roof of one of the buildings. No, there were three of them. Two men and… a young girl?
That does it. Something must be done.
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Post by Southern Son on Jul 12, 2011 0:18:58 GMT -5
*It wasn't too much longer that the three on the roof, would hear devastating sounds emitting from the floors underneath them. Hearing a mixture of hand gun shots, as well as shot gun blasts. In the end, headshots are the killing factors. Perhaps these kids didn't understand this, but that's something Wes and Warren would be able to entrust them with. Secured training of how to kill zombies. Doing so, to get on their good side as the leader. Before he can do so, he has to ensure he completes his task tonight without fail.
Warren kept his post in front of the roof entrance, while Wes decided to creep back over to the edge of the roof, to keep a look out. Noticing that zombies are roaming away from the adjacent building. That inform Wes that the kids of which were inside, are most likely dead by now. Keeping his position, and he would eventually smile to the fact that the gun shots that were now occurring, were actually dropping the approaching zombies. Telling Wes, that these kids are going to win this battle.
Then again, he began to think what may happen after the battle. At least dozens of gun shots were fired tonight. Whose to say that doesn't even draw much more zombies later? Or perhaps, something much worse than a zombie. Needless to say, a tyrant of some sort? Wes lost focus on the battle on the ground because of these thoughts, but then rejoiced from when he heard Warren speaking out to him.*• Warren • "Wes! We're gonna have ta do somethin' now!" *Warren shouting this, simply because he was slightly scared. Wes, steps over to Warren, exchanging glances between him, and the roof entrance. Wes slung the DSIII around his back using the sling of the rifle, and slides his Python out of his holster. Placing his finger on the scroll, applying pressure as he spins it to reveal the ammunition. The Python was loaded, and then slams it back shut.*• Warren • "The least I can do, is go down'er and help 'em." • Wes • "Alright... I'll stay up here to keep an eye out for Bethany. If ya need me, hollar." • Warren • "Will do." *At this point, Warren paced into the staircase, and made his way down to the lower floors. Observing the scenery carefully before proceeding, attempting to cover his six. The amount of gunshots that were began to disperse. Meaning that the numbers of both the zombies and raiders were decreasing. Warren made it into the living room of the house, to glare to some injured raiders. Tilting his eyes to his side, to spot countless zombified corpses.
He knew that those injured ones, would convert to zombies. Knowing, they're going to die anyway. With that, he steps closer to them, holding his GI 45 out and aiming down the sight. The injured raiders gazed upon Warren with desperation looks in their eyes. As if, they're in dire trouble. Understanding the fact that they are, but appearing even more terrified once they noticed Warren coming at them with the GI 45 pointed at their heads.
They were four injured raiders. Scattered on the floor, moaning in pain. Seemingly no longer having the ability to speak, or do they have the will to fight. Warren gulped, as he approached the one on the floor. Having the GI 45 dot right on the forehead, but that's when Warren felt a presence behind him, and he realized too late. Feeling a gun barrel being pressed up against the back of his skull as he heard the footsteps of someone standing beside him.*• Raider • "Doncha even think about it."
Wes Wilson - Status: Bruised
| Warren Wilson - Status: Bruised
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1. M-500 - Capacity: 6. - Amount: 0. - Quantity: 15. 2. GI 45 - Capacity: 12. - Amount: 8. - Quantity: 30. | Equipment
1. Flashlight. 2. Watch. 3. Camera. 4. Canteen of Water. | Equipment 1. Flashlight. 2. Cellphone. 3. Refrigeration Cooler - Bottled Water: 14. - Alcoholic Beverage: 3. |
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Post by Lord Sephleon Ghaliroth on Jul 12, 2011 0:56:51 GMT -5
Nikolas watches helplessly as the zombies continue to swarm into the two buildings. The muzzle flashes from one of the buildings have decreased dramatically, a sign that the defenders there have been cut down almost to the last man. Unfortunately, there are still too many zombies, and a single handgun with twenty rounds isn't really making a difference unless used by a professional marksman, something that Nikolas is not.
Glancing up at the people he spotted at the roof, he just catches one of them sling a scoped rifle and draw a large handgun - possibly a revolver - as he disappears from view. Are they going in to help the others downstairs? With only a split second hesitation, Nikolas sneaks closer to the building, using trash cans, bikes, ATVs, and boxes as cover. He switches the pipe over to his left hand and quietly draws his Glock.
About 40 yards to go. None of the stray zombies seem to have taken any notice to the ranger as gunshots and live prey still hold their attention. 30 yards. He could see inside the building. Blood had been spattered everywhere from the desperate shooting, and still forms dot what little of the floor he could see.
Suddenly having an idea, the ranger changes his destination, moving toward the left side of the building. There must be a window that is completely unguarded by zombie or trigger-happy kid. He stays low, his solid upper body remaining below the bottom of passing windows.
"Doncha even think about it!"
Nikolas stops dead in his tracks. Currently between windows, he knows that no one is talking to him. It sounded like it came from the window he just passed. Carefully peeking in, he could see one of the men from the rooftop pointing his revolver at the head of an injured teenager. Behind him was another teenager holding a pistol to the back of his head.
Before he realized what he was doing, Nikolas stands up - using the side of the building as partial cover just in case - and points his gun at the teenager. He says in a low voice, "Put down the gun and I will help your friends. I have some medical supplies. Shoot only the dead." His thick German accent only emphasizes the seriousness in his tone.
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Southern Son
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Post by Southern Son on Jul 12, 2011 1:42:34 GMT -5
*The voice that had erupted from the window straight ahead, had caught the attention of Warren and the boy holding Warren hostage. Feeling the gun barrel shifting away from his head, spotting it at the corner of his eye. The boy had it pointed in the direction of which the voice came from. When Warren noticed this, he knew this would be the perfect opportunity to take back control. Before the boy could do anything or say anything, Warren spun himself to face the boy. Using his free hand to grip to his pistol-bearing wrist.
Warren thrusts the boy to the side, causing him to ram into a the television set at which was near. The boy had dropped his gun due to Warren tampering with his wrist. The television collapsed on impact, and the boy was crushed by the television that was resting there. Warren held the gun facing the downed raider, waiting to see if he would rise. Eventually reaching to the point to where he knows better, he turns his head, looking to the window.
Spotting the man outside, staring inside, giving eye contact to Warren. At first, Warren didn't know what to think. He knew, just by the way the man was dressed, wasn't apart of this group. His voice and age was also a give-away. Realizing the fact that this stranger, may have just saved Warrens' life verbally. Being able to pull of a distraction before his head got blown off. *• Warren • "Who are ya?" *Meanwhile, Wes noticed that they were some of the raiders evacuating from the other building, gaining closer to his building. The survivors of the battle is what they were. Wes figured now would be the time for him to put himself across to these kids. Before he had a chance to, Bethany had gained to his side. Wes didn't notice until she spoke out to him.*• Bethany • "Where'd Warren go?" • Wes • "He went downstairs to check on things. And now I'mma go check on 'em. You stay up here, hide if you hear someone comin' up. Even if it's me or Warren. Mmk?" • Bethany • "Okay." *Wes nodded to her, and she turned away. Slowly making her way across the roof top, to hide behind the air conditioning unit once again. Wes spotted, and then began to depart to the roof entrance, to make his way downstairs. Holding his Python out in case of any surprises that may reach out to him. Can't ever be too careful.*
Wes Wilson - Status: Bruised
| Warren Wilson - Status: Bruised
| Weapons 1. DSIII - Capacity: 10. - Amount: 7. - Extra: 15. 2. Python - Capacity: 6. - Amount: 6. - Quantity: 20. 3. Hunting Knife. | Weapons
1. M-500 - Capacity: 6. - Amount: 0. - Quantity: 15. 2. GI 45 - Capacity: 12. - Amount: 8. - Quantity: 30. | Equipment
1. Flashlight. 2. Watch. 3. Camera. 4. Canteen of Water. | Equipment 1. Flashlight. 2. Cellphone. 3. Refrigeration Cooler - Bottled Water: 14. - Alcoholic Beverage: 3. |
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Post by Lord Sephleon Ghaliroth on Jul 12, 2011 1:57:39 GMT -5
Momentarily stunned by the instant reaction of the older one of the two, Nikolas lowers his gun and hops in through the window, suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable outside. He glances at the fallen in the room, then re-establishes eye contact. "Nikolas Reinhardt von Kreuth, Raccoon City Forest Ranger. I am recently transferred from Oregon." Looking at the kid under the television, he says, "If he is not dead, then please allow me to do what I can for his injuries. All these others too."
In one deft motion, the ranger shifts his backpack up enough where he can reach inside and pulls out a first-aid kit. He holds it up so that the man can clearly see it.
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Post by Southern Son on Jul 12, 2011 3:24:43 GMT -5
*At first, Warren thought his mind was playing games on him. This here, was a bit random on an unbelievable scale. Hearing that this guy is interested in treating their wounds, showed that he was a caring person. What Warren didn't understand, is what makes him think he can tend to their bite wounds. The disease is already in their bodies and Warren doubts that he has a remedy.*• Warren • "Eh... If ya want to, sure." *While this was transpiring, Wes had reached the bottom of the steps. Coming into contact with the numerous survivors that entered the building. Appearing to be carrying guns, but not even attempting to lift them up at Wes. That told Wes that the kids had used up all of their ammo. Standing straight up, and pulling his arm down but still grasping the Python.*• Wes • "One thing I can tell ya, is that y'all are obviously untrained. I observed your dispute against the zombies, and quite frankly, I was disappointed. And to think that the same group of kids who successfully kidnapped my brother and I, would meet their match against a few zombies." • Raider #1 • "Shut up ye old man!" • Raider #2 • "Yeah. At least we had the balls to fight these muthaf***as unlike you two p******!" • Wes • "Oh believe me when I say, I've had my fair share of zombie encounters. So has my brother. To be honest, I am the reason they're here. I lured them in." • Raider #3 • "You son-of-a-b****!" *The same raider that had swore out to Wes, began to approach him. Seeming as if he wanted to hit Wes. In response, Wes swings up his Python, to aim it at his face. Stopping the raider in his tracks because he knew he couldn't do anything else against a powerful gun such as a Python. The other raiders behind the furious one were shaking where they stood. Wes, glaring to the outspoken raider whom of which had the audacity to challenge.*• Wes • "Now now... I wouldn't do that if I were you. Somethin' you need to realize, is that y'all are much more vulnerable now than what you were previously. Let this serve as a wake up call for you to witness the reality. Seeing as how my brother and I are the most experienced, I've taken it upon myself to acquire this establishment as my own. Meaning, I'll serve as y'alls new leader. Why, you ask? Because your current leader, couldn't do anything to save y'alls life, and on top of that, wouldn't do anything to save y'alls life." *Once Wes was finished, he didn't realize that Warren had stepped behind him. To eventually come beside him, then that's when Wes turns his head. Nodding to him, and Warren nods back. Wes smirks, and stares back to the group of raiders before him. As Warren, is also staring to them.*• Warren • "What my brotha is tryin' to say is, that y'all need us just as much as we need you. Together, we can do great things. Accomplish so much in this new world." • Wes • "Yes... And with us being the leaders, we can actually train you all to the point to where you actually know how to kill these zombies. Without, using up all of ya ammo." • Warren • "Yeah, besides, we're your only hope, I killed your previous leader."
Wes Wilson - Status: Bruised
| Warren Wilson - Status: Bruised
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1. M-500 - Capacity: 6. - Amount: 0. - Quantity: 15. 2. GI 45 - Capacity: 12. - Amount: 8. - Quantity: 30. | Equipment
1. Flashlight. 2. Watch. 3. Camera. 4. Canteen of Water. | Equipment 1. Flashlight. 2. Cellphone. 3. Refrigeration Cooler - Bottled Water: 14. - Alcoholic Beverage: 3. |
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Post by Lord Sephleon Ghaliroth on Jul 14, 2011 23:14:27 GMT -5
The man loosens up and concedes to Nikolas's wish to help. Nikolas - knowing well that the injuries alone weren't the real danger - learned long ago that the best thing to do with newly infected is to provide them care... or a merciful end.
"Thank you, Mr...."
The German is suddenly aware of voice - tense voices - from elsewhere within the building. Without so much as an introduction, the man leaves the room, heading toward the others.
Young people have no manners anymore. With a derisive snort, the ranger turns to the first of his patients as he holsters his gun.
A teenager, no older than twenty, lay amidst the bodies of so many that just minutes ago were searching for living bodies to feed from. He groans a little, his right arm a torn mess and kept close to his body. Teeth marks were very apparent on his shoulder, however, and Nikolas closes his eyes in a brief moment of silence for the young man.
The forest ranger leans closer to whisper to the boy, knowing that he had only hours left before he became one of them. Hours, that is, unless his injuries took him first. "Listen carefully. You are not going to make it to see the morning. Normally, you would live from wounds like this. But the infection spreads through you now as we speak. I cannot save you from the infection, but I can save you from becoming one of them. Nod if you understand me." The kid opens his eyes and looks into Nikolas's piercing gaze, seeing the seriousness behind them. Nodding, the teenager closes his eyes and turns away.
"I will return. For now, here." He rips off the cleanest piece of cloth he could find and begins binding the teenager's wounds. He then grabs an unopened bottle of water that ended up on the floor by the wall, tilts the kid's head, and helps him drink.
After a few minutes, he discovers that all the fallen kids here have been bitten to some degree, sealing their fates. He offers the same mercy to each of them in turn, providing some minor comfort with water and some bound wounds. Then he grabs one of the fallen handguns, checks to make sure it has enough ammunition, then points to the first teenager's head.
"I am sorry this is all I can offer you."
Bang. He shifts his aim for the second wounded kid. Bang. The third. Bang. The last. Bang.
Still holding the handgun, he picks up a second bottle of water, wishing he had some vodka. A look of sadness washes over his face as he opens it, pockets the cap, and takes a drink.
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Post by Southern Son on Jul 17, 2011 5:27:21 GMT -5
*It seems as if their mission has almost come to a success. The leaderless group have absorbed the words that came from both Wes and Warren. Each one of the raiders knew very well that they were soon going to come to an end. That is, if they refused their proposal. Wes and Warren can take them to new heights, bring them things they have never thought would be possible.
Before anything else could be said, that's when everyone was listening to several gunshots being fired off in the room adjacent to them. Warren knew what it was, but he was the only one. Wes had turn around, and eagerly entered the room with his Python ready. Warren had followed behind him, to see Nikolas peering down at the corpses with his handgun intact within his grip.*• Wes • "What the... Who the hell are you?" *Wes had the Python aiming at Nikolas, as Warren approached Wes from the side, to whisper something into his ear. The expression Wes had on his face had began to fade during the speech, and to eventually pull the Python down. Hearing the footsteps of the raiders coming behind him, he thought they might not like to see Nikolas standing over their dead friends with that pistol.
Warren shifted, and glared to the large group. Doing so to try to distract them so that they wouldn't see that Nikolas had laid their friends to waste. While he did that, Wes steps forth to Nikolas. Before reaching him, he slides the Python into the holster, and extends his hand out to Nikolas for a handshake.*• Wes • "So you're the man who saved my brother huh?"
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1. M-500 - Capacity: 6. - Amount: 0. - Quantity: 15. 2. GI 45 - Capacity: 12. - Amount: 8. - Quantity: 30. | Equipment
1. Flashlight. 2. Watch. 3. Camera. 4. Canteen of Water. | Equipment 1. Flashlight. 2. Cellphone. 3. Refrigeration Cooler - Bottled Water: 14. - Alcoholic Beverage: 3. |
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Post by Lord Sephleon Ghaliroth on Jul 17, 2011 22:36:08 GMT -5
"What the... who the hell are you?"
Nikolas looks up to see the man he had spoken to just minutes before pointing a rather large revolver at him. Confused for a second, he noticeably relaxes when the second brother walks in. Twins?
After listening to his brother's whispers, the first one has a friendlier expression on his face. He puts the revolver back into its holster and extends a hand.
"So you're the man who saved my brother huh?"
Nodding grimly, Nikolas shakes the man's hands, his firm grip revealing only a hint of the strength behind his muscles. "Not directly. I unknowingly distracted them, so he saved himself." He looks down at the borrowed pistol in his hand. "If only I had come earlier to help. These poor boys. I was hoping to find mere scratches and bruises instead of bites. I could only offer them mercy." The German tosses the pistol onto an overturned couch. "Nikolas Reinhardt von Kreuth. Perhaps I can learn your names?"
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Post by Southern Son on Jul 18, 2011 3:08:57 GMT -5
*When he first entered the room, Wes had quickly assumed that this man was apart of the raiders. Seeing the age difference, and hearing the fact that he's a foreigner changed his mind. Understanding that Nikolas did help Warren in a way, but not in the way Wes had thought. Nonetheless, Nikolas kept Warren from having his brains splattered across the room.*• Wes • "I'm Wesley Wilson. Wes for short. My brother here is Warren." *By this time, they both released their hands from each other after a proper greeting. Warren tapping Wes on the shoulder to remind him of the teenagers behind them. Wes simply nods to him, which signaled Warren to deal with them. While Wes turned back to Nikolas, Warren placed his hands on his hips, attempting to contemplate what to do next.
Wes stepping to the side, allowing Nikolas to see behind him. Although Wes was really going to the sofa to sit down, and just relax now. Flopping himself into the leather couch, and the texture firms into Wes' body. He actually makes a grunt as he sat down. Perhaps that's because that's the most comfortable spot he's been in all night, or if the beating he endured a while back is still affecting him.
Warren had decided to pace outside, waving for all the raiders to follow. His bare-feet rubs through the disturbed soil outside. Gazing up into the night sky, to see countless stars and a full moon. The light emitting from the moon had illuminated the area alone. The street lamps at which were installed made everything a lot better.
Warren couldn't help but to walk to his truck in the distance. Wanting to investigate everything they had inside, to make sure nothing was gone. Opening the door, peeking inside. For the most part, he was actually smirking to see everything was intact, and his shotgun was in the passengers seat. Cracking a big grin once he spotted that, gripping to it.
It appears as if Nikolas preferred to stand as Wes offered for him to take a seat. He wasn't sure what to say at this point. Whether he wanted to question Nikolas, or if he just wanted to thank him for his assistance. Searching for the words to use, Wes finally emerges from the awkward silence.*• Wes • "I couldn't help but wonder... and I hope you don't mind me askin', but what brings you here?"
Wes Wilson - Status: Bruised
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1. M-500 - Capacity: 6. - Amount: 0. - Quantity: 15. 2. GI 45 - Capacity: 12. - Amount: 8. - Quantity: 30. | Equipment
1. Flashlight. 2. Watch. 3. Camera. 4. Canteen of Water. | Equipment 1. Flashlight. 2. Cellphone. 3. Refrigeration Cooler - Bottled Water: 14. - Alcoholic Beverage: 3. |
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