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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 19, 2008 23:37:44 GMT -5
Not as big as Raccoon's central park, but equally as peaceful; being featured right next to New Prague not a lot of people visited it due to the lower population in the suburb so really it's been fairly untouched. Careful though, it's right next to the Arklay Forest treeline, the odd howl can be heard now and again along with the rustling bushes right next to the play kit setup for the children of New Prague.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 14, 2009 15:39:24 GMT -5
"Save everything you can! Bail it into the park! Horton do it now! Now! Were going down! Nooooo!" Richard jumped from the chopper as it plummeted toward the ground, just meters from the crash. As he heard an explosion, he shot open his eyes, and jumped to his feet. Running over to the flames, he grabbed a sack from the ground, and slung it over his shoulder. Then as he made his way closer to the wreckage, he saw Horton sprawled out on the ground, as he slid to his side. "Hey, get up soldier! Were not dead yet..." Well, one of them was still alive, unfortunately. Richard grabbed Hortons dogtag and hung it around his own neck, and then picked up his 9mm. But there wasnt enough time for any last word, there was a noise come from the treeline.
Richard aimed the gun toward the pack of four legged creatures that ran toward him, he hadnt seen these before, but he assumed they had the same crazy deseise as the men back where he came from. Taking rapid and steady shots, he thinned out the ground, opening fire with some more shots on the others. Two left wounded, and he took this time to find some refuge from them. Seeing an old shed not far from him, he sprinted toward it, and then kicked the rusty lock off of the door upon reaching it. Jumping inside, he turned around and closed the door just as the dogs jumped into it, but they not had him holding the door shut. Then as he vaulted backwards, he aimed the 9mm as the door swung open, and he used the remaining rounds on the two more dogs.
Slamming the door shut again, Richard rushed over to a nearby table, and threw his sack on the table. Unzipping it across, he pulled out all of his belongings. M4A1 assault rifle, along with five extended magazines, two extra boxes of ammunition, and his machette. Loading up the M4, he slung it from his shoulder, and then placed the magazines into his belt around his torso. Then he hung the machette from his side, positioning the sheath for good access when he needed it. Putting the best of the ammo back inside his back, he pulled out two extra clips for the handgun, ejected his empty magazine to the floor and replacing it with a full one. As he did this, there was a noise at the door, and Richard swung himself around and aimed the 9mm toward the entrance, waiting for something to show itself.
[Waiting for a friend]
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Post by Chernobyl_Zombie on Feb 15, 2009 19:43:04 GMT -5
The sky was ablaze with shades of red and orange, from structural fires and the setting sun. A steady hot breeze came from those buildings on fire, causing Nyroc to break into a heavy sweat along with all the equipment and stress he was handling. He had put his gas mask on, because of the paranoia that the virus had gone airborne and for some limited protection. He was on the last box of ammo, so he had been using his machete for a while trying to use his gun only for emergencies. He had just come into a small park, a sign with faded letters said "C ov P rk" so Nyroc guessed he must be in a place called "Clover Park".
He'd been in the park for about 30 minutes when a helicopter appeared overhead and it seemed to be crashing. Well, it did just that. He stayed back for a while, thinking that maybe the people that where dead inside had been zombie-fied. But when he heard yelling and gun shots he figured they'd survive, he decided to see if they'd need help. Then he heard the unmistakable barking of infected dogs. He couldn't risk losing his ammo to these dogs and his machete would be to slow to kill them in time. A dog jumped from a nearby bush, he swung his machete in a wide arc, slicing the dogs throat. That was close enough. He made a break for running for a tall tree or building. He saw a small shed, and opened the door...only to have a 9mm be pointed at his face.
In response, he lifted up his machete. But it seems he brought a knife to a gun fight. The man holding the gun was pretty old looking, with gray hair almost touching his shoulders. Nyroc lowered the machete and began speaking in his hard to comprehend british/russian accent "Hey! Careful now, sir! Put the gun down, please. No need in getting us both keeled in this hell-hole." His gas mask muffled his voice even further. He spotted the man's dog tag "I'm with the S.A.S, you can trust me sir, just put the gun down."
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 15, 2009 20:37:24 GMT -5
Richard trained his gun forward, in a loose but steady grip. He slowely stepped closer, as the man behind the mask motioned for him to drop his weapon, this time with more aggression then before. But gas mask or no gas mask, he could tell that this person was only young, his tone gave it away. Getting more anxious, Richard stepped forward, putting his finger tighter on the trigger. Then he spoke out loudly, in an old and rusty voice. "Stand aside..." The man didnt look to be going anywhere, and it was going to be too late before that would be the last thing he ever done wrong. As the man was about to give another order, he interrupted him, speaking quicker. "Stand aside now!..."
Richard grunted out a loud cough, and then fired a single round from his assault rifle, but the bullet flew by the mans head. They had struck a dog that had leaped into the air toward them both, as he pushed the man to the side lightly with one arm, and then stomped on the dogs neck, snapping it with a loud pop. "Stand ready, soldier, or let it be your last breath you inhale..." Richard stepped outside, looking back and fourth around the park, but saw no signs of anything about. Backing up inside the shed, he turned to his sack, and then threw it across his back. Looking at the man, he caughed loudly, and then spit off to the side. "SAS? What in gods name does that make you?"
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Post by Chernobyl_Zombie on Feb 16, 2009 19:35:25 GMT -5
The bullet whizzed by Nyroc's head, killing the dog behind him. "What the hell?" he yelled as the dog fell to the ground and the man stamped on the dogs neck. The man then quickly looked around and then closed the shed door. The man returned to his sack and then threw it on his back. He spat to the side and then said in a grumbly voice "SAS? What in gods name does that make you?" This man was starting to **** him off. "That means i'm with the British military, and that my reasons for being here aren't of your concern." He looked around for a while then sighed "So, who the hell are you?"
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 16, 2009 22:18:14 GMT -5
Richard let his assault rifle hang by his side, as he turned to look at the soldier. He honestly wasnt sure what SAS stood for, but the British Military gave everything away as far as he was concerned. Without opening his mouth, he slowely walked back to the table, and then sat down on top of it, pulling his leg up to his chest as he got comfourtable. "My my, Raccoon City had certainly changed over the years, hasnt it? Forgive me... My name is Private Richard Doucette, Everlasting war veterin, and enevitably the last surviver of my Unit in the east... I walked into a war, killed many, and now whats going on? Im killing them again!"
Richard laughed considorably hard at his joke, and then ran himself into a caughing fit. After a good couple of hacks, he gasped, and then spat onto the ground beside him again. "Well sh*t son... Looks like im gonna have to earn my retirement..." He reframed himself from laughing, but he chuckled to himself. Jumping down from the table, he stretched his legs, and then pulled out his sidearm. We knew Joey wouldnt still be in the forest, and there was nothing much left of a home to go back to, so he needed to search inside the city. "Raccoon City, Raccoon City, Raccoon city... You up for some sight seeing, soldier?"
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Post by Chernobyl_Zombie on Feb 17, 2009 17:58:14 GMT -5
(((ooc: S.A.S= Special Air Services)))
The man mangaed to cough out "My my, Raccoon City had certainly changed over the years, hasnt it? Forgive me... My name is Private Richard Doucette, Everlasting war veterin, and enevitably the last surviver of my Unit in the east... I walked into a war, killed many, and now whats going on? Im killing them again!" So, the man had a name. Richard Doucette, and he'd been in combat, so they had things to relate to. Then the man sat down, making himself comfortable. The man then pulled out his side arm and continued "Well sh*t son... Looks like im gonna have to earn my retirement..." Nyroc chuckled a bit at this, this old guy was pretty corny, but yet funny.
Well, no need in being a total swine, Nyroc took off his gas mask reaveling a dirty and weary face. He placed it on the table and then pulled up a chair, sitting down on it with an air of dignified relief. "Corporal Nyroc Chernov, S.A.S helicopter 2nd battalion. A pleasure to meet you Richard." He sat thumbing his fingers for a while 'till the man said "Raccoon City, Raccoon City, Raccoon city... You up for some sight seeing, soldier?" Nyroc smiled "Aww gee, a first class tour of the world's s***tiest city? You're too kind. Shure, i'll come."
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 17, 2009 18:53:31 GMT -5
[Whoa!!! I totally misread S.A.S...... For some strange reason, I was thinking about the Organization in Resident Evil 5.... The BSAA or something like that! Lmao, I know S.A.S. then. Anyways!]
Richard that he had found someone that he knew would be able to keep up with his standards, but he laughed inside when I thought that he himself would have to be doing most of the catching up. He wasnt exactly the fastest runner anymore, his age had slowed him down considorably. But he would never let that drag other people into failure, thats what got him and his unit through the day alive. Or at least, when they were alive, until now. "Alright then, Nyroc... You wouldnt happen to have any transportation nearby, would you? Im afraid walking would bring a fast death through the forest, unless we stuck to the main road..."
Richard knew that cutting through the Arklay Forest would be the quickest route, but they would need a vehicle to get through. Those dogs would outnumber and surround them inside there so fast they wouldnt have time to think. Walking the main road would be long and exausting, but atleast they would be safe from danger, or able to see it coming. Either way was good with him, but it pretty much depended on them having a vehicle or not. In any case, Richard jumped down from the table, and then paced over to the door, giving it a little kick open. He peered outside, night was approaching, so either they find some shelter, or start moving. "Into the night..." He flicked on the LED light on his assault rifle, and then aimed it along the treeline.
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Post by Chernobyl_Zombie on Feb 18, 2009 16:00:11 GMT -5
Then Richard asked "Alright then, Nyroc... You wouldnt happen to have any transportation nearby, would you? Im afraid walking would bring a fast death through the forest, unless we stuck to the main road..." Nyroc did see a truck few miles out, but he didn't know if it had fuel or if it even worked. Sticking to the main road would be a good idea, since the forest would be suicide. He didn't know the area so he should listen to Richard's advice. As Richard walked outside, Nyroc put his gas mask back on and replaced his machete with his gun. This would be the time to use it.
He followed Richard outside and turned to the main road. He held his gun to bushes and trees to make shure any dogs that would come would die quickly. "I saw a truck about a mile from here, but I don't know if its got any gas or if it works." Nyroc told Richard. Well, at least they can some hope if they don't make it out.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 18, 2009 17:57:04 GMT -5
Richard lowered his gun, and then looked back at Nyroc. When he mentioned the truck, it would be great to get to it, and use it to drive to Raccoon City. Wether it had gas or not was another story, but then he had an idea. "A truck, eh..." He went back inside the shed, and then searched around the back of the place. Sure enough, there was a red tank against the wall, and when he tried it lift it, there was a half a tank left of gas. He picked it up, and then walked back out of the shed, and stopped near Nyroc. "This should get us back to Raccoon City if the truck needs any fuel... That is, if it still works... Lets get a move on, soldier..." Richard held the gas tank in his left hand, and his 9mm in his right hand, as they both walked onto the main road, walking towards the highway.
[Nyroc & Richard are now on Route 104]
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Post by Rhinn on Jul 22, 2011 16:27:54 GMT -5
[Lucy enters Clover Park]
The only sounds that Lucy could hear was the wind rushing through her helmet and ears and the engine of her Moped. She bit back a curse and tears... neither would do her any good right now.
She was hopelessly lost and she knew it. The world knew it. God knew it. Yet help still never quite showed up when she needed it. So she had continued down this road, praying and hoping that she would run into someone alive to help her along her way. She looked down at her tank. She had half a tank of gas left. By now, she should have recognized the 34, a highway leading towards Estes Park. But she wasn't anywhere that she had seen before and that threatened to panic her.
"Calm down. Losing your head won't help", she told herself. At last the road leveled out and opened up into a park. A wooden sign cheerfully declared that it was Clover Park, part of the New Prague neighborhood revitalization effort. She came to a stop at the entrance and looked around. Now the only sound was her heartbeat and the moped. Nothing moved so after a few minutes, she entered the park, driving slowly to get a feel for the place.
The sun had already started to dip toward the mountains in the west, indicating that night was soon approaching. That meant she need to make a fire.
This wasn't new to her... the situation she was in. Except for being lost, her stays were the same as always... find a safe place for the night, climb a tree and strap yourself in. Build a fire nearby for warmth. After a few minutes, she found a perfect place. A tree with broad branches and a strong trunk was right beside a fairly good sized boulder. It would at least hide her from the main gate. She would build her fire there. She stopped the moped and turned it off, putting down the kickstand. Then she drug a metal trash bin behind the rock and began to fill it with little leaves and kindling, adding larger branches to the top. She grabbed one of her gas cans and poured just a bit of gas on top. Striking a match, she dropped it in and was rewarded with a roaring fire in a few moments.
Even with the fire, the chill of the night encroached upon her, so she wrapped herself up with several layers of clothes. Then she pulled some food and water and ate her dinner in silence. On the ground next to her laid the revolver and ammo. Man, she hated guns, but she had found it necessary to have it. After eating, she packed up all her belongings and stowed them in either her backpack or the storage containers of the moped. Then, as the night took over... and the fire began to die, she tossed the last logs on it and climbed up into the tree. She tied a rope around the tree and looped it around her torso three times. If something happened and she slipped, she would only fall a few inches. She was also high enough up that any of the undead couldn't reach up for her.
She sat there, looking out into the darkness, listening to the sounds of the night. She held the gun in her hand and sat there... wondering where she was.
::EDIT 08/01/2011::
Lucy's eyes fluttered open. Sunlight was streaming down through the branches, warming her face. She moved slowly, her back and joints crying out in protest at sleeping in a tree. She felt her pockets and was glad that her gun was still there.
She slowly stretched, feeling her back pop and release its tension. Slowly she untied the rope and pulled it off of her. Sitting up, she dangled her feet and wound the rope up and put it in her back pack.
Looking around, she saw that dew had settled on every surface, casting a wet sheen to everything. It also added to the coldness in the air. This time of year was dangerous. It wasn't snowing, but it could be just as cold and people had died from hypothermia.
Lucy groaned as she climbed down the tree trunk. She went over to the trash can and tossed a few more logs in the can and added a little more gas to it and lit it.
It only took a few minutes to get it going and during that time, she used the bathroom, going a ways off. Then she unlocked her moped and rummaged around in the storage compartment and pulled out a bottle of water, a granola protein bar, and a tin of smoked tuna. It wasn't great, but it was food.
As she ate, she began to look at the map that she had with her. She finally found Clover Park and New Prague. Her heart sunk. She was in Raccoon City, which was all wrong for two reasons. First, it wasn't at all near Estes Park, and second, she couldn't find a worse area to be in for the undead. This was ground zero for the infection... both times, she had heard.
She tossed the empty tin that had held the tuna through the bushes. The bush rustles as it ran through, followed by a moan.
Lucy jumped to her feet, immediated on alert. Her handgun was in her hand, albeit shaking.
Lumbering in from the bushes was a walker.. an undead.. a zombie... whatever you called them. As his head appeared, Lucy almost shot it. But as she pulled the gun up, she saw that there were other living dead wandering around the park. The dead in front of her reached out for her... and slipped on the slick grass and slid down the hill.
Lucy grabbed her backpack and pulled it on. She shoved the blanket into the storage compartment and jumped on her moped. She was fishing around in her pocket for the keys when the walker moaned... drawing the attention of the others to their location. Lucy finally found the key and the moped fired up to life. She pulled on the helmet and hit the gas.
The Moped sped off, albeit slowly. She had to manuever through the park and the undead. She wanted to cry, scream and shoot them, but that wouldn't have been useful. She spent most of her life living with this threat. She just had to get away.
As the moped exited the park, she turned right, not choosing the left because there were more of those things coming up the drive. As she took off, she remembered that she didn't have the map on her. She had dropped it in the park.
Tears began to form at the edges of her eyes, running backwards and freezing to her face.
She was good and lost now. Up ahead, she saw a sign pointing to the right. It was the road that led to Stoneville. Not knowing what else to do, she turned right and continued. She needed food, gas, and another map... and it would be nice to see another face or two... maybe.
[Lucy is leaving Clover Park, heading for the Road to Stoneville]
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