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Post by kendo101 on Jul 11, 2009 13:56:41 GMT -5
Shane took the half of noodles gratefully, opening his pack to put it in. Prenatal? Oh, so she's pregnant! I see....I'll do everything I can to protect you Katherine, and the baby too. Shane looked through his pack next. "Lemme see, I've got three bottles of water, and a four or five...nope four cans of soup, which makes a couple of days worth of meals too if we can find something for a fire at the super center. Also, I'm not sure what prenatal vitamins are exactly, but I've a few bottles of A through D if Katherine needs them." He handed two of the cans of soup to John, and listened as the two of them conversed about their safety, and at last John told her to rest, while the he and Shane went to the store. Shane nodded after a moment. "Yeah that sounds good to me." "But John...mmm...alright...Shane, you don't mind us tagging along right? We don't want to weigh you down or anything." Shane shook his head firmly, smiling a little after. "I couldn't leave you guys behind! You won't be weighing me down at all. You two'll be a great help I'm sure. Alright then." He waited for a moment, a contemplative look on his face as he thought about the route to the store. It was a good hour away, and they'd have to find Katherine somewhere to rest before they could go in. They were short on time. He spoke again. " So, are we ready to move? It'd be best if we got to the store before dark." Shane looked up at the fast blackening sky. An absent tone in his voice, Shane spoke, thinking back to his former encounters with the undead. "It's much worse in the dark."
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Post by NotAvailable on Jul 11, 2009 17:20:59 GMT -5
Katherine looked up at the sky as well, frowning. "We better hurry then. Are you ready, John?" she asked of her husband, smiling a bit. Despite where her head should be right now, Kylie kept crossing her mind. It was pinching at her nerves...
John looked down at his expecting wife, rubbing her back gently. "I'm ready, hun. Let's start heading out. Shane you cover here up front. I'll cover back. Keep your eyes sharp, there's more out here than zombies and whatever the hell that thing was that chased us."
Katherine walked ahead with them, keeping inbetween the gap they made. She carefully pulled her rifle back out, reloading it. "I don't really want to rest...I wanna go with yall," she said. Her husband looked at her worriedly. "Don't worry Kat, Shane and I have it all under control."
"Okay..."
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Post by thegunny on Jul 11, 2009 19:43:45 GMT -5
Damian Fishburne sighs and grumbles
Sir, do we reallllyyy have to keep humping it out around here on foot now that that radio transmission has been set up to loop? Shouldn't they be coming to us?
1st Lieutenant Duwitt glanced over his should, glared at Fishburne, and growled quietly into his headset
Shut it Wedge. I hate foot patrols too, but how much do you think they need an Abram down in the subway?
Sergeant Fishburne shook his head and continued on, the 4 man multi-cam clad Task force Pantheon tank team continuing to hike through the street on foot, firing their suppressed weapons as needed but avoiding fight altogether if possible. A platoon's worth of dismounted vehicle crewmen had deployed in the area, and Duwitt's tank crew was bringing up the rear. Vehicle crewmen tended to be very grumpy when having to do the same job that normal grunts would do, and so it was hardly unexpected that they'd be less quiet and gracious about having to go through this hellhole on foot. Still, they were task force pantheon operators, meaning they were expected to be the best of the best of the best since all of them were hand picked. They shut up, and kept moving, and were happy that Task force pantheon spent lavishly on its infantrymen like an adoring father. All of them had integrated warfighter systems built into their suits and Duwitt had his command PDA with him, and all of them were linked into the T.F.P battle.net. Two of them had Mk.48's, while Duwitt carried a Bushmaster ACR DM variant, and Fishburne had a bushmaster ACR T.F.P custom .50 beowulf.
Fishburne felt very out of place here, not only because he was so much more vulnerable like this then in a tank to the zombie hordes they were having to move through, but because he was used to zipping through the streets at 20+ MPH, and through the deserts of Iraq at even higher speeds. He was very A-type, and really, really, had no patience. For a tanker, it wasn't exactly a bad quality... it was actually looked upon pretty graciously. When he was having to act as a line infantrymen it got bad. Duwitt made a silent CQB hand signal, and the team started to move away from their side of the street towards a hardware store they spotted, following the echoing sounds of the familiar T.F.P radio broadcast. It led them towards a dumpster in the alleyway beside the store, and there they were disappointed. They saw a bloody gorey mauled RCPD officer, and his radio was echoing out the new transmission.
Duwitt sighed and growled
Alright tankers, nothing to see here. Keep it moving. Fishburne, liquidate.
Fishburne furrowed his brows behind his T.F.P IWS goggles, and scowled as he pulled out his T.F.P issued Wilson combat CQB Elite M1911 sidearm with its suppressor screwed on, and shot the dead police officer in the head, making sure he didn't get back up and keeping causing trouble. No one in the T.F.P liked the protocol, but they got used to it, and understood fully why they did it. That police officer would die that horrible death then die a horrible death and then make his friends die a horrible death at his hands. Body disposal was something that was a must if you were to clear cities out, otherwise you'd just prolong the entire campaign. The team walked back out front of the hardware store, most of them looking grim, not enjoying the reminder of how dirty their jobs were. Suddenly one of the men with the Mk.48's barked out loudly in surprise
LICKERS! 3! UP HIGH, 2 O CLOCK!
S**t. Lickers. Pain in the a**... Shuffling stumbling dumba** zombies were relaxing, Crimsonheads were annoying, but lickers and cerebrus's are probably the deadliest common BOW's out there. They really eliminated a lot of the advantages of having a modern firearm. It was enough of a danger they broke silence to actually open fire with Mk.48's, and the DM rifle which were unsuppressed, instead of using silenced CQB carbines the three carrying those had brought. Fishburne watched the teams backs since his weapon was less accurate and more short ranged then theres, and let them handle it. That wasn't good. That gunfire no doubt would bring more zombies on their a**es. Fishburne glanced around over his shoulder instead of watching the unsearched hardware store, and could see previously non-existant zombies popping up and stumbling towards them, and knew things just got hairier. He then looked back at the alleyway with the dumpster like he had been, and watched the hardware store and the rest of the area that the team had their backs to closely.
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kendo101
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Post by kendo101 on Jul 15, 2009 10:05:19 GMT -5
"Alright then, let's get going, we've got some ground to cover before it gets too dark." Shane pulled his revolver, checking to make sure that there were no jams or major damage. There weren't, so he pulled six bullets from a side pocket on his backpack, loading the revolver back up and gave it a spin, pushing the chamber back in. With a western-style spin and a small laugh he held the gun at his side, and through his pack over his shoulder with his free hand. With John at the back and Shane covering up front, the group advanced slowly out of the alley. As they reached the mouth, Shane heard loud noises, someone talking. He held out his hand, stopping the group and pressed up against the wall, peering around the corner to see a large group of men trudging down the street, powerful firearms in each of their hands. The military? No....no way they'd come here...right? LICKERS! THREE! UP HIGH, 2'0 CLOCK! He heard one of the men say, and then gunfire ensued. He saw them being ambushed by more of the zombies, which were popping up all around them. "Damn! Now what?" he cried in frustration.
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Post by thegunny on Jul 15, 2009 14:24:55 GMT -5
Part of the IWS system Task force Pantheon had been designed is the optical viewing devices that are needed to facilitate a majority of the features of a tech... aka, goggles. They all had specialized, IWS multi-purpose ballistic goggles, that allowed them one factor that would be decisive in this firefight more then any other feature of that gear--- night vision. The tankers weren't struggling to see in the dark as they fought. Their designated marksmen and the two Mk.48 gunners were making swift progress with the lickers, even though they were jumping around back and forth everyone, just trying to stay alive and get out of the gunfire, althogh every now and then one tried to move forward within tongue range. However, they didn't last long despite all their jumping. One Mk.48 gunner barked out
Licker down, shifting fire right!
The Mk.48 gunner added his fire to the other gunners fire, and the 2nd Licker was trapped. By the time they downed that licker, the last one was downed by Duwitt who shot it as soon as it went went idle for a moment, and who then barked out
All lickers down. Sit-rep!
Everyone was in the green and no one needed to reload. Only one thing stood out. Damian Fishburne, looking through his night vision opticals, said into his headset
Got something in the alleyway. Multiple unknowns, armed, they look alive, immediate vicinity.
Duwitt nodded and turned around, growling an affirmative, and let the rest of the team cover them as Duwitt aimed his rifle towards the civilians and Fishburne kept his long barreled bushmaster ACR DM aimed as well. Fishburne advanced slowly while his .50 beowulf Bushmaster ACR was still aimed, Duwitt covering him and saying aloud without saying into his headset
United States Military, identify yourselves! Are you infected?
He was a bit annoyed that Task force pantheon always identified itself as just the U.S Military. Yeah, it was, but they came from backgrounds where you got to say at the very least "US ARMY!", or "United states marines!", or "Military police!", rather then just saying we're the United States Military. It was less intimidating or impressive it seemed to him. For all they knew, they were just more national guardsmen, which wasn't quite up to the "ego" they had. Task force pantheon old-hands knew they were special, and were very confident and proud of themselves and the task force, just as any marine or soldier did... all had egos of sorts.
The two TFP operators were silhoutted by the muzzle flashes of the Mk.48's spitting out fire and brimstone behind them unsuppressed, which gave for a very striking image
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Post by NotAvailable on Jul 16, 2009 7:35:24 GMT -5
Upon hearing the wild gunshots and the voices of men a little ways away, Katherine hid behind her husband a little, grasping onto his arm. "John, what do we do?" she asked, meekly. The officer narrowed his eyes a little, contemplating on what move to make.
"Damn! Now what?" Shane asked.
John shook his head, wrapping his hand around his wife's hand tightly. "They're gonna cause trouble with all that racket. Lickers and Zombies...no way it's safe to hang with them if they're having toruble as it is...but..." he trailed off.
"But..?" Katherine asked. She could tell he was having conflicted feelings. She knew John all too well.
John sighed. "Katherine. Stay behind me. Shane, keep your guard up. Let's go," he said, motioning to go help the others. Katherine frowned a little. She wanted to help too but she couldn't help but be concerned about her husband and their friend Shane. Not to mention her current predicament of pregnancy.
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kendo101
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Post by kendo101 on Jul 16, 2009 10:38:11 GMT -5
Shane turned back and nodded quietly, in agreement with John's decision. To reveal themselves to the soldiers and join up with their group could mean death for them, particularly with the danger they seemed to attract. There were undead all around the soldiers, and as fast as they could mow them down, more were appearing, obviously attracted to all the noise. Shane raised his gun to eye level, cocking it and releasing the safety. "Let's go." He peered around the corner. The soldier that had called them out was engaged with the undead swarmed around he and his comrades. As Shane took a careful step out onto the street, one creature that had gone unnoticed by him reached out, wrapping its rotted arm around Shane's neck. Thinking fast he spun around, using his momentum to roughly break the creature's grip and ended up directed directly facing his undead attacker. Without hesitation he hauled back, striking the creature in its forehead with every ounce of strength that he could muster. Rotted flesh gave underneath his fist and the creature's eyes rolled up in its head as it fell to the ground, unmoving. With a whirl he turned, pulling the trigger of his still-held revolver blind at a moaning he had heard behind him. The bullet slammed into a frail "woman"s chest, causing her to stumble backwards. He finished with a shot to the head, then called to Katherine and John. "Come on let's go! Let's go!"
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Post by NotAvailable on Jul 16, 2009 22:54:36 GMT -5
Katherine ran behind the two men, struggling to keep up. She panted and swung her rifle around loosely in her hands. Her husband fell back, grasping onto his wife's hand and pulling out his shotgun. Reloading, he took aim at some ofthe undead that were trying to get to the military men. Cocking the weapon, he pulled the trigger, sending a spray effect into four oncoming attackers. He cocked the shotgun once more, pulled the trigger,sent another three down.
He then quickly ran over, curb stomping some of the alive ones' heads. Katherine stood back by the others, taking careful aim with her rifle, picking off some of the undead that attempted to close in on her husband and Shane.
"There's too many! We don't have enough ammunition, John!" she called out to her husband. John glanced back at his wife worriedly before feeling some cold arms wrap around him leg. He looked down at one of the crawling corpses.
"Get off!" he yelled, kicking it's head back with his free leg. The force snapped it's already tearing, neck, instantaneously killing it.
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Post by kendo101 on Jul 19, 2009 18:56:58 GMT -5
Shane leveled his revolver at another head, pulling the trigger. Blood exploded and the creature dropped to the ground, still. He shook his head; Katherine was right. They would run out of ammo a long, long time before this god-forsaken city ran out the creatures to throw at them. Shane had enough revolver bullets to last him a while, but the others were running dry, and with the revolver's low rate of fire, they didn't have long. Damn it! There is no way that I'm gonna die in this place! He had to think, and fast. There was only so much time before these small fry gave way to the big ones, who would be drawn by the noise and blood-smell this area no doubt gave off. If one of those licker things showed up again, not to mention something worse.... Shane cast about frantically, looking for a way out. If he could just find an unoccupied street.....There! About forty, maybe fifty meters away, Shane could see an alley that opened out onto another street. A few creatures were near the entrance, but nothing they couldn't handle; the street beyond seemed to be clear. If they could cut a swathe there and make their way out onto the other, clear street, then they could get away, to the store. The fire from the military would draw the creatures that way, away from their smaller, less noisy group. He had no doubt that these men could handle themselves...but still it felt wrong. This wasn't a decision he could make for the whole group. Shane turned to Katherine and John, clearing two zombies from behind them, then throwing all his weight into an elbow blow into the forehead of one behind him, bashing its head in. "Guys! There's a street about fifty meters away, if we can make it there out onto the adjoining street, we should be able to get away." He turned, firing a shot into the forehead of another creature. He turned back to them, reloading his gun as he spoke. "But...it means leaving them to deal with these. It's up to you." Waiting for a response he finished loading his gun and turned, leveling it at the heads of a few oncoming creatures. This was definitely not good. He fired, clearing the two, and re-cocked his gun. "John," he said urgently, "hurry."
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Post by thegunny on Jul 19, 2009 22:22:55 GMT -5
Fishburne stopped moving, and Duwitt growled under his breath
Leave em, if they wanna run off and die, thats their choice! We'll find civilians more willing to be escorted to safety.
Duwitt bent down to the dead police officer and picked up the man's hand radio, which was still looping the radio transmission about the Subway being a safe haven now, and turned its sound ALL the way up so that it could be very easily heard, and set it back down on the man's corpse, which surprisingly had wonderful accoustics out into the street, in the alleyway, and a little bit into the shop. Fishburne shook his head, grunting under his breath, and started to move back away from the alleyway and into the street with the others, and move to the right an odd cross between a wedge and a double echelon formation, with most of them facing the street and in a defensive semi circle around the last few of them which faced the alleyways and windows they'd pass by. At this rate giving their positions away might actually be a good thing--- they might actually clear the area around them out of zombies for the next half mile, even though that wasn't their original mission
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Post by NotAvailable on Aug 29, 2009 12:41:17 GMT -5
[Angela and Chad enter the Hardware Store]
Once the two neared the hardware store since it was the first stop before the pharmacy, she looked over at her partner and frowned. "I'm not completely useless you know. I survived two and a half years here on my own. I can fit into small places, I can think my way out of messes and I know how to survive off of the environment. Now I can kinda use a gun," she told him.
She hated thinking she was just baggage. It irked her. Sighing she turned her face away to look over at the store, she could make out some bodies lying around inside the glass doors. It was pretty graphic. "Gross.."
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[+]Shinta.
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Post by [+]Shinta. on Aug 29, 2009 13:32:37 GMT -5
Well, they had arrived. After five blocks of walking due to him parking in a garage of a house that was empty. Bringing both FN Shotguns, one strapped to him, the other in hand; and also rocking the shoulder strap with both S&W's along with his Colt Python to the side. He had left his baby in the car, but that couldn't help him at the moment, really. What would be blasting with a .50 Caliber Rifle in a Hardware store? Nothing really. Hopefully. Angela had (Hopefully) brought all three pistols. Oh well.
As they approached store, Chad would grab one of the Flatbed Shopping carts. This was where it would get tricky.
"Alright. I think you should get one on these are go searching for materials. I'll stick to tools, and such. So, you should do lumber then we can meet and go over Misc. together. After that's done, wait at the doors at the west side of the building; the hardware, if I don't come back with you, Cool?" Chad would then look to Angela, "Two years? Damn." [/blockquote]
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Post by NotAvailable on Aug 29, 2009 13:40:00 GMT -5
Angela nodded and started walking off toward lumber. She didn't quite understand what they'd need with it. She had melee weapons too. He could always just ask for her crowbar. Shrugging it away she entered lumber, slipping on someone's blood a little. She grasped ahold of one of the shelves and kept herself up.
"Dammit..huh?" she asked, noticing it lead somewhere. Around to the next isle...And it sounded like there was something around the corner. Possibly a survivor?
Don't be rediculous, Angela. It might be a monster...but then again...if it is a survivor I can't just let them bleed to death... she told herself.
Following the trail, she tightened her grip around her firearm. Shehad the other two holstered in the belt arond her waist. Bringing up the side arm, she pressed her back up against the shelf and peered around the corner. Nothing but a dead, decapitated body. Frowning she sighed inwardly and turned back around.
"WOAH!" she yelled, dropping down onto her stomach as some, man-sized, inside out thing leapedover her, giant claws sweeping passed her. It screeched and landed with a dull, sticky, thud.
She scrambled up to her feet, staring at it in disbelief. She was nearly frozen with fear as it hissed and it's long, piercing tongue had began to slither out of it's sharp mouth. She finally found the courage in her to send off three rounds at it.
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[+]Shinta.
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Post by [+]Shinta. on Aug 29, 2009 14:05:51 GMT -5
Hardware was the first area of this SuperMegaStore. He had seen this place as just a Lowes and a Home Depot squashed together. But there were isles upon isles of things. In the hardware section, Saws, Crowbars, blah blah blah. And just as he went to grab a couple Crowbars, he heard the screeching from the beast in the lumber area. Running over to the area, shotgun out and ready to bang, Angela would have already fired her three shots. If the beast had started, Chad would put it out.
"Ok, I think were going to double time it." [/blockquote]
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Post by NotAvailable on Aug 30, 2009 0:15:19 GMT -5
The licker lashed it's tongue out at Chad since he'd neared it. "Hey!" she yelled, grabbing the man's arm and pulling him out of the way as the tongue stabbed through a can of propane. A gust of fumes shotout of the hole. There was no way they could fire their guns now!
"Don't shoot or you'll blow the place up! Come on! Just run!" she yelled, pullinghim along behind her.
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