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Post by drakedraconis on Mar 20, 2010 17:57:24 GMT -5
"Sorry and we can get to a safe spot through here."He points his gun over her shoulder and shot a nearby zombie. They reached a gated area that opened up into an open area."we can rest here." He sat on a bench.
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Post by Alessia on Mar 20, 2010 18:25:35 GMT -5
"Sorry and we can get to a safe spot through here." Gabriella covered her ears and got low after noticing the man pointing a gun over her shoulder and then shooting a zombie. "We can rest here" he said before sitting on a bench. She sat down on the bench as well. "You shouldn't shoot a gun near somebodies ears like that...could of blown my ear drums" she told him. "So Drake...you live in Raccoon City to?Where abouts you live? I live over at the apartments." she questioned.
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Post by drakedraconis on Mar 20, 2010 18:35:53 GMT -5
"I know about the danger of shoting close like that but i thought being deaf is better then being dead. And i live at my former relatives houce downtown."He reloaded his handgun. and looked at her."You injured? I have a medkit here." He saw her in the light and blushed*man shes cute*he thinks.
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Post by Alessia on Mar 20, 2010 19:19:56 GMT -5
"I'm fine right now. Where you from? And why did you decide to come to Raccoon City?" she questioned him before looking at him and noticing him blushing. "Are you blushing?" she questioned with a small laugh showing interest in him.
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Post by drakedraconis on Mar 20, 2010 19:26:37 GMT -5
"Um im from a little town but it was wiped out during the outbreak."He put his gun away."Be quiet."He looks away. He gets some cantiens he found that had water in them and gives her one.He drinks hoping to cool off his nervs sitting so close to her.
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Post by Alessia on Mar 20, 2010 19:38:57 GMT -5
"Um I'm from a little town but it was wiped out during the outbreak. " he replied before putting away his Gun. "Be quiet" Gabriella let out a small giggle. Drake got some Cantiens of water and gave Gabriella one. "Thanks. So...What do you do for a living?" she questioned.
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Post by drakedraconis on Mar 20, 2010 19:56:07 GMT -5
"Im a karate instructer."He looked at her and thought.*um she is to close but i cant pull myself away.* He cant stop looking at her."So what do you do?" He acedentlly touched her hand with his."Um sorry."He pulls his hand away.
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Post by Alessia on Mar 20, 2010 20:07:52 GMT -5
"I'm in college for Biology." she replied. He touched her hand with his. ""Um sorry." he said before pulling his hand away. "Yeah, it's fine" she replied with a blush. A few seconds later, a pack of Cerebus started to dig underneath the gates "Um I think we should run now!" she said with fear.
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Post by drakedraconis on Mar 20, 2010 20:38:10 GMT -5
"Damn."He saw them and ran with her to the other gate."Damn its locked get back."He steps back and does a roundhouse kick smaching the rusty padlock. He opens the gate and they ran like bats out of hell."Lets go back to my house there are supplys there and we will be safer."
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Post by Alessia on Mar 20, 2010 21:23:07 GMT -5
Drake kicked opened the gate and Gabriella followed him towards his house. "Tell me why would you bother with me when you could of got out of this place safe and sound?" she questioned as she ran.
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Post by drakedraconis on Mar 20, 2010 21:29:56 GMT -5
"Because you where in trouble i cant leave those in need to die. not like how he did."He looked down but shook the thought out of his mind.You know we should get out of here first. suddenly a cerburus jumped out and charged them. He pushed her out of its way and got tackled to the ground.He grabed it around its mouth to stop it from biting him.
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Post by Alessia on Mar 20, 2010 21:46:23 GMT -5
Gabriella flew on her hip and then looked over at the Cerebus and Drake. She pulled her pistol from out of her belt and shot at the Cerebus in the head. "You saved my life..." she said softly still sitting on the ground.
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Post by drakedraconis on Mar 20, 2010 21:59:55 GMT -5
Drake laughs while he gets up."Yes I'm fine thats twice now lets not go for a third ok?" He looks in her eyes and brushes hair out of her face then grabs her hand and runs again.
[They leave the graveyard and go to his house in downtown]
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Angelica Yates
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Post by Angelica Yates on May 22, 2010 10:49:37 GMT -5
A loud whisper finds it way through the quiet winds of the cemetery. "There it is!" a young woman says with a almost excited tone. The sound of grass shuffling at her feet turns into many steps as two young men, one carrying a box with a cord extending to a microphone. The other man is carrying a handheld H.D. camera, with the view finder carefully protected with an odd homemade wrapping around it. The moonlight gives just enough view of the cemetery to be ominous and eerie. The young woman seems to almost creep up to the cemetery as if acting out a scene from a horror movie. Turning around she faces the camera man, looking scared. Her eyes dart back and forth, and she then whispers "Ok, good enough, I think we got the shot" As they quietly pack up their gear, a disturbing moan breaks the silence, giving way to a sudden jolt by the three. "Oh s***, I thought you said they were all in town?" The camera man said in an angry, but hushed voice. Turning to him, Rene smiles and says in a playful hushed voice "Hey, maybe it's just someone with a sore tummy?" The camera man frowns at her, shaking his head, and moves to the sound guy to help him pack up the rest of his stuff. The packing is rushed, as the two are both panicking, and looking about nervously. Rene walks up to them as she peers around the surroundings. "From what I can tell it only sounds like a few of them, we can head to the back of the cemetery, I saw a small house back there. We can hole up there for the night, seal it up, and take a look at the footage." Her hushed voice had a confident tone, which was soothing to the two scared crew. "Right, and you two might want to get your guns out, just in case, I don't think we'll have to worry about them too much, but if any of those bigger ones are out here, you might need it." She says looking around, a brave visage coming over her face, as the two prepare their guns. The moans are hard to place, as they don't know the area real well around the cemetery, so Rene simply increases her pace, to keep any possible surprises from catching them off guard. She's seen these things hundreds of times, they were slow, and off balance. When the body dies, it goes through rigamortis, which stiffens the muscles due to a depletion of adenosine triphosphate in the muscle fibers. But the other ones she's seen, they were engineered, and dangerous. Though she's been smart about avoiding them, they react a lot to what she perceived to be smell, as one she saw didn't seem to have eyes. They have been smart about taking advantage of using pieces of clothing they've found on completely dead zombies and using it as sort of a hide their scent trick. Finally, they find the little rundown house, it looks like it might of housed the keeper of the cemetery, but most likely was overran when the infection spread. It looked solid enough, and was designed well. It looked like one of those small houses you might see in a rural part of town, that had the lower middle class family making a life out of it. They climb the stairs leading to the front door slowly, listening carefully for any sounds inside the house. Zombies liked to lay dormant when they were hungry, they'd often go into a trance like state until something roused them. It seemed to be a hunting technique they developed. Turning around, Rene looked to see how much distance they made from the graveyard, it was a pretty decent distance. They'd have time to fix things up and barricade the place before the zed's would get to them. Pulling out a flashlight, Rene whispered to the young cameraman with the gun "Follow me quickly, try to keep the noise centralized to this house. No shooting unless absolutely necessary." She said as he quietly acknowledged her with a nod. One trick she used when going into a new house was a subtle stomping, it was a sound that usually caused vibrations in the area she was in, and wasn't very audible outside. Which to her relief the floor was cement with cheap carpet thrown on top, so that would muffle the sounds anything outside might hear. After about 5 minutes of her stomping around the house, they declared it empty. Seems the zombies didn't need to hang around a place where there was no food. "Thank god for that" she thought to herself as she went about, securing the windows and doors. They had developed the barricading techniques throughout the last year of them bouncing house to house. They only had one scary moment sometime in July when a zombie managed to bust through a small panel door, but they caught it in time, and made great use of an old kitchen pantry door and the fridge.. Laying down on the old dusty couch, Rene managed to finally close her eyes, falling asleep, hopefully through the night....
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Post by Winters on May 22, 2010 15:11:48 GMT -5
In a matter of a half hour, the house had been fixed up, and was barricaded from ever entrance on the first floor, windows and doors. Looking through the scope of his rifle, Black had watched the three move around the house, blocking themselves inside of it. He was amazed at the feat, seemed like it was just in time too, the infected had quickly made there was closer to the shelter. It was only a few of them banging on the wood, trying to get in, others were starting to roam around outside mindlessly. Now, Black had two option. He could go down there, get inside, and see if they needed any help. Or he could just walk away knowing they might last the night. The only thing that set this apart from the movies as the fact that he knew there was no rescue coming. Making up his mind, Black slid down the hill, catching himself on a tree on the outskirts of the graveyard. Rifle still in hand, he aimed and searched the outside of the building several times alone the way, getting his bearings, and sniffing out an unguarded pathway through. As he approached, however, it was becoming a little more difficult, and Black would need to fire a few rounds to get through. Spending only three well placed headshots, he knew it wouldve alerted the people inside. But before anything, Black jumped up on the deck railing, and pulled himself up to the roof, kicked through the window and dropped down into the house on the second floor. Without taking anymore notice to wether people were coming up or not, Black turned outside with the rifle, and scoped the area to see how many had been alerted to his actions. Black put his rifle away when one of the men had came up the stairs, with a gun held in his hands, wondering wether not the guy was infected. Black looked at him with natural eyes, and spoke out in an audible voice. "Im not one of them, stranger. Its perfectly safe, they aint getting up here like it did, dont you worry about that... Barry Jackson, most just call me Black..." He held out his hand in a friendly, professional gesture, hoping that he would have some sense in him of trust. That was always the first step to cooperation, trust, and boy was it ever big one. Some men even trip and fall over it, some just walk on by. Black believed in helping out his fellow man, offering himself as not a hero, more of just someone who was in the right place at the right time.
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