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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 19, 2008 23:10:45 GMT -5
A rather peaceful drive really, it's a very narrow road with no lines indicating how far to the side you should be. The road wasn't used all too often when the bypass around Raccoon City happened for trucks and heavy loaders, not a lot of survivors went this way. However not long after the outbreak began a couple of vehicles came through this way from Stoneville. One of them stopped and the survivors stepped out to place a huge sign saying "Wrong Way. Go Back." in red paint before driving off in the dismal times of the night and bad weather, the rain makes the sign look all that more depressing.
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Post by thegunny on Feb 16, 2009 22:19:42 GMT -5
Terry was glad that he had been taking Claroxon, because the pills made his eye's better, even if marginal; including his night vision. Either that, or he was so convinced they helped him, he was just confident enough that it seemed to him that he would have crashed by now if he hadn't been taking them. As stressed out and emotional as he was from everything(the long drive had calmed him down a bit, but he was still edgy and borderline volatile), for him it was hard to believe that through the heavy down pour, poor visibility, and poor road conditions, that he'd been able to keep them going in the right direction.
Normally, it would be times like this that Terry would feel cozy; he liked to go to sleep under a heavy blanket with the fan running, preferring to be warm with the air around him being freezing as if that made a difference. It was like laying on the couch with the fireplace lit, reading a book under a blanket, or curled up inside a little blanket fort like a kid; it was just cozy. The same for him in the outdoors in this van, with the patter of rain surrounding him. However, this time, the rain was deppressing. The lack of civilization unnerved him rather then made him feel in his element. The rain hammering his van made him remember they'd just been shot at. He suddenly wished for a paved, tax-payer-paid-for-highway with a bunch of rest-stops at the side of the road for him to pull into, where a bunch of gun-toting biker/tanker/trucker rednecks would be there to back him up, along with the bartender or clerk packing heat... and the occasional state trooper, or even better, a truck full of soldiers going from one base to the other.
The van slid to a muddy stop, the roar of the van growing quite and the heavy patter of rain becoming deafening.. unnerving... ominous. No one knew why Terry had stopped.
What the hell? Is this some kind of prank? Go back? To hell on earth?
Terry stared out the window, having a tough time reading it in the weather conditions despite his van being very close to the sign. He stared at it and read it aloud, and then repeating it again Wrong way... go back... wrong way... go back... WRONG WAY... GO BACK? What the hell?
He shook his head, shocked.
Go back...?
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Post by Lawton on Feb 16, 2009 22:23:42 GMT -5
[OOC who posts next? I assume the person checking to see if I was the one shooting at them.]
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Post by Mikey on Feb 19, 2009 5:50:18 GMT -5
Through the whole ride, from the time Mikey had been told to check the guy to see if he had shot at them or not, he had kept his revolver out and aimed. He'd also been not only looking the guy over, but his weapon. He had his doubts.
From his expression, he seemed not only scared sh*tless like everyone else, but he seemed genuninely releived that he had been picked up. Beyond that, his weapon was fairly short ranged, and before the shooting had started, Mikey had seen no one in the general area. And diffinitly no one in the direction the shot had come from. And what sealed the deal was quite common sense dictated. His weapon was cold, not having been fired in at least an hour.
He heard Terry screaming and yelling at the sign and sighed. "Dude, shut the fu*k up! What makes you think that sign is right? Who in their right mind would come and put a fricken sign up here and then drive off? I say we keep going." He said, and added something as he climbed up into the front seat. "Oh, and he didnt shoot at us."
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Post by Lawton on Feb 20, 2009 12:11:55 GMT -5
Nick had kept his eyes on Mikey's revolver, and his hands off his own weapon. He didn't want to inadvertently start a shootout in the van.
Upon Mikey climbing into the front Seat, he responded: "Shoot at- of course I didn't shoot at you!" He pointed at his tattered uniform. "I'm a security guard, not a maniac. And all this yelling is hardly helping our situation."
He sighed and ran his hand through his slightly graying hair. He was calmed down a bit now, and looked at his new companions with a serious expression. "Look, if someone was shooting at you, we can hardly go back. I say we push on towards Stoneville. Sign or no sign."
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Post by thegunny on Feb 21, 2009 12:16:00 GMT -5
Terry sighs and gunned the engine, accelerating cautiously, still not convinced that the sign didn't mean that they'd only find trouble and despair in Stoneville.
Fine.
Terry took a deep breath and sighed, trying to control himself. He was still on edge, not as much from the outbreak anymore, but from the arguments that they had had before. That had left a deep impression on Terry, and he probably wouldn't recover until he got some sleep; then he'd just wake up and it'd be like the whole ordeal never happened. Thats how it almost always happened for him. The muddy tire tracks that they had driven down had been hard to discern which way they were going. But because of the sign, Terry felt very strongly on the inside the tire tracks had been leading AWAY from Stoneville.... only reason he had to think that was the sign they'd just saw and decided to disregard. The dismal drive continued, the road slowly becoming more built up and developed along with the surroundings, until they finally were driving along a relatively "paved" road towards the limits of Stoneville. As they entered the city limits of Stoneville, they were greeted by a dead body in the street. Terry kept driving. If it was dead, it was dead. If it was Undead, then it could kiss his tires for all he cares.
If anyone looked out the rear windows of the van, they would see the body twitch and seem to move...lightning cracked for a brief moment and it seemed to be trying to get up before the brief illumination ended and it disappeared from visibility. Terry was surprised there were no military checkpoints to stop them from entering or to slow them down
(Terry and company are now in Stoneville. Charmian street)
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Post by Caliber on Jun 17, 2011 1:14:11 GMT -5
[Master's Convoy has entered the Road to Stoneville]
Night has fallen upon the city, and light rain has begun to drizzle down upon the forested area between Raccoon City and Stoneville, lining the isolated road. The only lights to be seen for miles, through the dense forest, are the headlights coming from the convoy vehicles.
Masters drove her motorcycle cautiously, head lights pointed at the cracked asphalt road, leading the convoy. She flashed her headlights three times to signal the vehicles behind her that they were going to be pulling over. It was getting very late, and this isolated, forested area would make due for a perfect camping spot-- temporarily, or long-term if they choose to do so. It's often wiser to stay along the outskirts, rather than directly in a city, which was the general way of the convoy.
Driving onto the dirt and gravel roadside, Masters stopped her motorcycle and knocked the kickstand down before hopping off. The first military humvee, filled with soldiers, parked on the roadside infront of her. The school bus, which carried the civilians, parked behind her. Behind the bus, two more humvees were parked. Behind the humvees, the freight truck parked on the roadside. A few miscellaneous vans and trucks parked nearby. The line of vehicles seperated the roadside from the actual road. Soldiers hopped out of the humvees, but the civilians stayed in the bus, as was protocal until the area was secured.
Masters took her radio from her belt and spoke into it.
"Alright, boys. Secure the perimeter, get the lanterns lit."
The headlights of every vehicle remained lit, as they were currently the only lighting in the entire area, aside from the soldiers who had now pulled out their flashlights. Guns raised, the perimeter was checked and secured, and electrical (and gas, which were lit) lanterns were hung on nearby tree branches, further lighting the area.
Everything was silent, aside from the footsteps crunching on the gravel and twigs below.
"Okay, we're all clear," Masters spoke into the radio.
The school bus doors opened wide and civilians flooded out in a single-file line, holding large bags which contained tents. Those who were not comfortable sleeping on the bus, would set up their own tents and sleep inside with their companions.
The night was eerie, the silence contributing every bit. There were whispers among the frightened civilians, footsteps, the sounds of crickets, and the sounds of rain clashing down upon the metal roofing of each vehicle.
Masters spoke into her radio again.
"Michaels, pass out a few cans of food to the civilians once they're all settled-- they haven't eaten yet today."
It wasn't long before several fire pits were being created around camp and tents were being set up by the civilians. Several soldiers remain perched along the vehicles and walking around camp, making sure everything is secure.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 17, 2011 1:32:39 GMT -5
One of the men riding the bus with the civilians had stepped off after the very last passenger, toting his assault rifle over his shoulder. He took a look around through squinted eyes, it was a wet and clammy out tonight. There was a light haze rolling over the road and nearby fences. It seemed quiet and safe, of course, one could never be too sure.
As Masters had given Michael the go ahead to pass out the canned goods, he'd took a moment to stretch his legs and arms, inhaling deeply and flexing the muscles in his back and chest. They'd been cramped up in the damned bus for a good while now.
Approaching Masters, he'd groaned, rubbing at his aching shoulder. "Hey Chief," the man began, he knew it wasn't her actual rank, but since they'd known eachother awhile, it was more or less like a friendly, pet name. "Am I on first watch tonight? I got plenty of sleep on the ride over,"
((Btw, my character is Lt.Isaac Chase. Or just "Chase" since you're higher up.))
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Post by Winters on Jun 17, 2011 2:21:26 GMT -5
Trudging along beside all of the vehicles in the convoy, falling back every now and than to make sure everything was clear along the road, Kidd and his horse stopped as the other vehicles did. The entire horse and rider pair had a large leather sheet over them, protecting theyre belongings from the water. He stayed put for a bit, waiting for the others to begin opening doors and start setting up camp. Kidd wasnt exactly sure if this was the best place to be setting up camp, but it didnt bother him any.
Stepping down off from the house, Kidd had a seperate brown tarp covering him. The rain was sliding down his figure, creating almost a hollow outline of man under it. He stood off to the side, just watching everybody, without any lantern.
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Looking out of the window from his seat on the bus, Barry seen the young adult on the horse, and couldnt help but notice how crazy he really was. Out in the rain getting all wet? Thats not much of smart thing to do. But given the circumstance, it was the safest way to travel. "Kidds gonna catch a cold if hes not careful..."
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Post by Caliber on Jun 17, 2011 9:25:25 GMT -5
Michaels [It's a last name and an NPC, by the way] responded to Masters via the radio,
"Alright, Colonel. Looks like they're all set up, I'll get on it."
Before Chell could speak into her radio, Chase approached her and spoke.
"Sure thing, Chase," Chell told him. "But for now, I need you to take care of something-- make sure the kid gets the food distributed to everybody-- including the few people that are sleeping on the bus."
Several fires were now lit in multiple pits around camp, protected from the rain by the dense forest canopy. Three soldiers had began to roll out a large, plastic tarp, which was then hung from the top of the school bus, all the way to the first few trees, creating a large under-cover area. Individual survivors around camp had also began to set up their own protective tarps, some using plastic canopy stakes.
The area was quite serene now, much less eerie, everything felt safe.
[Okay, N/A, you're up again. It's just the three of us for now.] [/color]
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 17, 2011 12:43:04 GMT -5
Lieutenant Chase nodded a bit and groggily wandered over to Michel's position, grasping onto one of the boxes of food. "I'll start in the bus, you take care of the others out here," he told Michael, patting him on the back. He must have slept through the entire damn trip because he had no damn clue where they were. Last he remembered, they'd been moving through Raccoon and now they were nowhere near it. He would have remembered this place. Seeing as how it wasn't crawling with infected, he'd figured they were outside of ground zero.
The tall B.S.A.A operative banged on the doors of the bus until one of the other's, a man in an old army jacket, was startled. Grunting a bit, he'd rubbed at his eyes and wandered over to the driver's seat, there were several others who were still sleeping.
The driver was gone already so he was left to pull the lever and open the door. Doing so, Chase grinned through his scarred face and climbed inside.
"Well goodmorning, precious. I've made din din," he told him, chucking a can of corn his way. The man, caught it in both hands, before glaring at him.
"You throw like an old man, old man," he griped.
"Well I am fifty-three but I hardly look, act or throw like an old man, young blood," Chase told him before correcting himself. "I mean, Arkansas. Now get yer ass in gear and wake these people up, they gotta eat,"
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Post by Winters on Jun 17, 2011 22:15:07 GMT -5
Laying in the seat at the back of the bus, Barry pulled out his old revolver, and checked it for all six rounds of ammunition, just in case. The convoy had been set up in a okay place, but if there had been any around, he would be ready had he needed to be. In front of him in a leather sling was his rifle, which hadnt been loaded, but didnt need to be at this time. It was only for long range shooting, and here on the bus, it wasnt his ideal choice. Apparently, the chatter up front had been about distributing food to the bus, but he wasnt very hungry at the moment. Still, whatever he was given, he would keep in his own bag for another time.
It seemed a little strange for the man to be mixed in with the crowd in the convoy, but he wasnt a civilian, no matter how much he looked the part. But something caught his eye again. After about five minutes, Barry looked outside of the window, and still seen the man in the tarp standing in the rain. He hadnt moved a single inch since he got off the horse, just stared at the treeline. Feeling as if it should be addressed, he spoke out from the back of the bus. "The newcomer, out in the rain, does anybody know who he is? He hasnt been traveling with us for very long, but doesnt look like hes doing so well. Standing there, looking off into the woods like he saw a ghost. Maybe you should check up on em."
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Post by Caliber on Jun 17, 2011 22:30:22 GMT -5
Masters, who was standing outside of the bus, listening to the conversation, had heard the man speak about the newcomer on the horse. Having no recollection of a man like that, unaware there was a man with a horse following them-- which is unusual, as it's Master's job to be on top of everything-- found it a bit unsettling. She stepped up into the bus, poking her head past Chase and down the aisle.
"What man?" she asked, a noticable tone of anxiousness in her voice. Without waiting for an answer, she raised her head to peer out the window, seeing the man.
Immediately stepping off of the bus, Masters raised her radio to her mouth.
"We've got an unidentified man with a horse behind the south-most vehicles, he wasn't following us when we started on this road. Proceed with caution, this area is known for raiders and bandits."
Stepped back onto the bus, Chell tapped Chase on the arm, pulling him with her as she stepped back off of the bus. A soldier, who had been arming the .50 cal on the back of the Humvee infront of the school bus had hopped out of the vehicle and was now moving toward the man and the horse. Hand on the grip of her gun in her holster, Masters moved in closer. Just as the man on the bus had said, this guy wasn't moving, just staring-- like he'd seen a ghost.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 17, 2011 22:39:53 GMT -5
Chase raised a brow when Barry started going on about the kid and his horse. Michelle had overheard him mentioning it and pulled him with her out of the bus. Taking a few steps toward him, Chase nudged the woman in the arm a bit.
"Let's try not to startle his horse, don't want it bucking at us and hurting anyone," he told Masters. The young man had seemed so out of it, like he heard or saw something terrible out in the treelines. Chase approached the young man slowly, reaching a gloved hand out at him.
"Hey, kid? You alright? Somethin' startle you?" he asked. He didn't feel right to probe the boy for suddenly appearing anyway. He looked so child-like and mortified. He glanced towards the trees and reached for his handgun, sliding it out of his holster.
"Want me to check it out, Chief?" Chase asked, never taking his eyes off of the thicket of trees.
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Post by Winters on Jun 17, 2011 23:42:59 GMT -5
Turning around, Kidd looked at the man, and than stared back at the treeline. "There is nothing there, I just watch, make sure. I keep an eye on things, for our own sake. Dont worry about me, tend to the others..." Moving away from the man, Kidd had gotten back onto his horse. In the next minute, the pair had sprinted up further onto the road, to check ahead.
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Peering out of the window, Barry seen the guy ride off, and didnt really know where he was going. But he seems like he knew what he was doing. Anybody alive right now knew what they were doing, nobody was being spoonfed at this point. The fact that he went off on his own was a good impression that he was scouting ahead. Barry hadnt know him, but the people here in this convoy were good people. "Im sure hell be back, probably gone to scout ahead."
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