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Post by Escachick357 on Nov 20, 2008 0:22:38 GMT -5
Though Oak Harbor is the largest city, the downtown part of town is only one road. On the road are simple shops such as a tiny candy shop, two pawn shops, and other little shops that are free for the taking. There is a little beach behind the shops with a little playground for children to play on. Now the only sounds heard on the beach are the sounds of waves hitting the sand and the moans of zombies.
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Post by madmanx225 on Jun 15, 2010 17:30:54 GMT -5
A rope dropped from the McCarren Helicopter as Vince slid down it and landed on the ground. The chopper flew back for Las Vegas, Vince checked his watch, it was 4: 45pm, the clouds doused the sun and the streets were foggy. He shouldered his FAL Assault Rifle and moved forward. A group of three zombies lay ahead as Vince crouched for a better shot. He clicked the FAL to semi-auto mode and popped the three Zombie's heads. A sick satisfaction appeared in Vince's face as he moved forward towards a small house. The house still had lights on and there were shadows moving around. Vince arrived at the front door to see a man standing at the door, he looked a little jumpy so Vince got behind cover before calling out. "Hey, pal, I'm a survivor!" The man jumped while grabbing his .38 Revolver and fired the whole round. Vince waved his gun in the air, glad that he got into cover, to signal the paranoid man. "What do you want!?" The man spoke in a shivering tone. "I saw your lights on and I figured I'd check to see if you were survivors." The man shakily let me in the house. There were three survivors, including the paranoid man out front, they all seemed very equipped for a Zombie attack. I entered to introduce myself. "Whats up, the names Vince, how long have you guys been held up here?" Vince attempted to make small talk as a female survivor standing near a window yelled out. "We've got Zombies approaching!!" Vince ran for the window to see an oncoming horde; the stupid bastard outside had alerted them when he shot his puny revolver. The Survivors all grouped up against the front door and windows throwing grenades and firing their guns. The horde was too large and busted in through the front door, crushing the paranoid man. Vince sprinted up the stairs behind him as the male survivor on the right was ripped apart, the female survivor followed Vince. "Vince, there's too many of them!!" The girl kept close behind as Vince switched out his FAL for his Mutilator Shotgun, he destroyed the first couple zombies with ease. "Holy fu*k! This gun is sick!" The girl grabbed Vince and pulled him into a room, she shoved a shelf against the door. "What do we do now!?" Vince ran over to the window and kicked it out. "We get the hell out of here!" The girl nodded and followed Vince out the window and around the roof. There had to be at least 100 or more Zombies charging the house. The girl pulled Vince over to her side and pointed to a Humvee a mere 20 feet away, but there were Zombies 5 feet to the right of it. "You know how to hotwire a car?" She looked back at him with a chuckle. "Don't need to, it's mine." She revealed a set of keys. The Zombies hadn't noticed them yet, they made there way across the roof and jumped over onto the garage. They jumped on top of the Humvee, hopped over, and entered the vehicle. The girl had slammed her door too hard alerting a Zombie nearby as it moved towards us, so did others. The girl handed Vince the keys, as he was in the drivers seat, and he started the truck. The engine roared as a horde of Zombies were banging on the Humvee. Vince crushed the gas pedal as they flew forward and knocked down most of the Zombies in front of them. The girl shot off the Zombies on top of the Humvee and they drove away hitting Zombies on the way. * * * Vince checked his watch, it was 6: 30pm, the clouds still hindered the sun greatly but the fog was gone. The girl was asleep in the seat next to him, he had been driving aimlessly for awhile to lose the following Zombies. Vince revealed his GPS and placed it on the dashboard as it began to rain. He typed in the coordinates for Raccoon City and put the car in park as he stepped out of the car. The rain washed away the blood that had been scattered across his face and clothes, for the first time in awhile he had felt relaxed. Lightning stretched across the sky as thunder pounded Vinces head. He slowly got back into his car to hear heavy breathing. Vince looked to his left to see the girl curled up against the seat, her skin was paleish and blood was on her fingertips. "Hey are you okay?" She turned around with a moan and jumped at Vince, he grabbed her shoulders to stop her from biting him. He threw her against the window as it cracked and some of her blood covered the glass. She charged back at him as he unsheathed his Combat Knife and rammed the blade under her jaw. Blood dripped out onto Vince's hand as he kicked her into the door, it flew open and she fell outside onto the muddy road. "Fu*k!" Vince jmped out the Humvee and ran around with his FAL, she seemed dead but just to be sure he fired one round into her scalp and retrieved his Combat Knife. He stared down at the undead girl as that familiar lonely feeling shot down his spine. He got back in the Humvee and checked his GPS, he put the truck into drive and pulled away. * * * Hours had passed and Vince was approaching the Outskirts of Oak Harbor. He caught sight of a gas station and decided to check it out. Vince pulled up to the gas station and slowly got out of the Humvee. He walked towards the mini-mart with his FAL shouldered. He kicked in the door and scanned the room, seeing no threats, he walked back out to the truck. It was now 10: 07pm, darkness had fallen, hindering his vision. He retrieved the gas nozzle from its secured holster and began to fill up the truck. Looking around at the deserted area he saw nothing for miles. The tank clicked full as Vince removed the gas nozzle from the truck. After emplacing the nozzle back in its holster, he made his way back to the truck in a very slow and sad manner. He got back into the truck and looked in the rear view mirror, after taking a long look at himself, he sighed and started the truck. Flipping the truck into drive, he pulled out of the gas station and headed down the seemingly endless road. Next stop, Raccoon City. [Now at Route 104]
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Post by Marc Firewing on Feb 2, 2013 22:56:14 GMT -5
The stench of the infected littered the streets, it was actually quite appealing after all this time. Perhaps that was why the superhuman found herself feasting on infected flesh. Katya was crouched down, her skeleton molded into the quadrupedal manner that it was naturally best at, feasting upon the infected zombie that had tried to take a bite out of her. This one seemed to be freshly infected compared to most others, it had a slightly fresher liver with the subliminal taste of alcohol. This person had been an alcoholic, yet she wasn't quite an avid drinker enough to decipher which kind of drink. Elongated tongue slithered out, wrapping around the intestine and pulling it in like spaghetti.
"You kept busy... Too bad you couldn't survive very long."
Katya spoke as she finished the intestine, exhaling decayed flesh and reaching into rib cage, breaking it open as she dug her face into the bloody mess. Eating the corpse like an animal, Katya took the whole deceased heart into her mouth and chomped it up into a delicious mush before swallowing and looking about. Face covered in coagulated blood, Katya was on the hunt in this seemingly desolate city where no one seemed to be around, not for a long time anyways.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Feb 5, 2013 18:16:44 GMT -5
Snow was unsure why he had made his way to Oak Harbor but knew that as quickly as he had gotten there he could pack up and go. He wasn't even sure if there was any living left in this corner of the country until he had found a small camp. He had met up with a few of their people who were scavenging and had a few conversations with them but never following them back to the camp or asking to join them. He preferred to stay away from normal people as he continued doing his thing around the area. It wasn't until the other day that he had found an oddly devoured body. It was practically stripped clean and was very fresh. If something was eating it, then he had to find out what. If someone was making zombie flesh stew he had to find that sicko before anything back happened.
It was only two days ago that he found the skeleton and when he found the very out of place woman, he followed her. He kept his distance and made sure she never saw him. She went into the building, looking like a high tech spy and he waited sometime before going to look for her inside. The only reason he knew it was a she was because of her figure. When he found her, her back was to where he entered and watched her feast.
"You know I have a name for your type. Succubus. A female who eats the flesh of others. You should really make sure no one follows you before you indulge in your snack. I am going to give you the count of three before I try to kill you. You better run fast." He said before starting his count.
"1..."
"2..."
"3..."
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Post by Marc Firewing on Feb 6, 2013 5:20:56 GMT -5
Elongated tongue stretched out as her head twisted as well as her body, rotating 90 degrees to eye the person. Katya hadn't realized she had been followed, then again she was never trained to be stealthy or discreet in her actions. The tongue wiggled slightly as she listened to the unknown male talk. Half of her mind begged for the battle, the other half wanted to flee the scene. She was slightly surprised at first, not understanding why he wasn't screaming in terror but apparently Katya wasn't the only mutated human being around.
"A gentleman aren't you? I feast on infected flesh and you threaten to kill me just because of what I am like I chose it?"
"2..."
"Then let's play, hide and seek."
Katya leaped away, scurrying across the ground and leaping bounds as she crashed through a window, leaping into a building that was marked for demolition before the infection spread. Katya burst through one of the boarded up windows, that rested across from the building she was previously in. Scurrying away into the darkness, she continued moving up the floors before resting beneath the set of stairs that led to the third floor, being able to look down as she waited, patiently and unmoving. Steadying her breathing, she waited as she spoke gently into the silent darkness.
"Betcha won't find me before I find you..."
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Post by Dark Nomad on Feb 8, 2013 22:52:20 GMT -5
Snow followed after once his count had finished. She blended in with the dark and was hoping to get the jump on him but he didn't care who confronted who at this point, as long as he did his job. Snow walked, you could hear each footstep sound throughout the building. He focused his senses to his surroundings trying to hear any footsteps, or see any movement. Snow only cared if she was going to run away, because he would then have to chase after her.
"It would be easier if you just come out and face your death. It will be easier and quicker. I will make sure it isn't painful. Your kind needs to be destroyed, you are all monsters and shouldn't exist." He said as he walked through the halls of the building. It was almost like a large maze and one could easily get lost.
A slight sound could be heard behind a door he passed by and he turned to see what could be in the room. The door was locked so he kicked it in, making a lot of noise. The woman could easily hear where he was and if she wasn't behind the door, if she wanted to fight she could find him. "Come out, come out where ever you are, you monstrous succubus." He said as went into the room.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Feb 9, 2013 0:35:06 GMT -5
The kick came from the bottom floor, opening into the stairwell. He was below her, a couple flights down. Katya made her movements carefully, there wasn't a wet plopping of moist muscle against concrete like a Licker would normally have. Instead there was just the delicate press of her latex covered palm pressing into the stone as she moved silently. It gave off the faintest noise of a stretch but hardly anything noticeable unless someone had superhuman hearing. A trick she'd learned was projecting her voice, letting her voice escape into the open doorway of the second floor that she had a good visual of.
"You act as if we monsters had a choice in the matter. You think I wanted to be created and tormented by that sickly corporation? I wasn't even allowed a childhood, no friends, I didn't even have a real family."
Her voice echoed and as it came out, it projected up and down the stairwell "from" the second floor. Katya continued up the flight of stairs from beneath, ascending to beneath the fourth floor and crawling into the third where she made her way into the large room that spanned the entire floor. There was a huge hole in the middle of the floor that gave view to the second, she watched and prepared herself to pounce in the chance to catch the hunter by surprise.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Feb 13, 2013 12:29:55 GMT -5
"Do I seem like the kind of person who cares what Frankenstein's monster thinks? Not really, I am more like the angry mob then a caring soul." Snow responded as he followed the voice. He climbed higher and started checking the second floor. He didn't care where she was, she would make her mistake and be found, make a break for it, or come out of the shadows fighting. The second floor seemed just as abandoned as the last so he moved on up to the next floor.
He started looking on the third floor when he spoke again. "Make it easy for the both of us. Come out and fight so that way when you die, you can at least be proud of the way you went out." Snow said as he searched. He knew sooner or later she would show up.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Feb 13, 2013 14:09:08 GMT -5
Elongated tongue slithered its way from her throat, it began to stretch out as she let it waver slightly. Following his movements with her eyes, she leaped to the ceiling which made a gentle tap as she waited for him to approach. Rotating slowly, she watched him for a moment, waiting until he was near the edge that led to the floor below. Once he spoke again, Katya applied all force to the ceiling and took off like a bat out of hell. Katya intended to collide into the hunter, if she did she would be able to rip him apart should she so wished.
If she collided with her target, her jaw would be wide open, already attempting to tear off his face unless he stopped her head from lunging forward somehow. On the off chance she missed, however, she was prepared to start running back into the shadows to avoid a direct fight in which she would hit the ground scampering away.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Feb 17, 2013 1:13:09 GMT -5
(sorry for the delay just got over food poisoning)
Snow reacted quickly; he wasn't sure exactly what he was dealing with but she was quick and acted just like a Licker. She had leapt from a wall and launched an attack. She had jumped at him and intended to rip him apart or use her tongue to try to kill him. He kept his cool and kept back any sort of urge to change. He could feel the urge and he knew it would be easy to tear the entire building to the ground if he just gave in. But if he gave in he could lose himself completely and never come back from it. He hated that feeling and never wanted to experience it.
Snow's reaction was quick. It needed to be or else she was going to kill him. He blocked the attack and tried his own attack. He tried to grab her to be able to land any sort of contact on her. When he missed trying to grab the very quick woman, he swung at he and tried to get her on her planned retreat into the dark.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Feb 18, 2013 19:34:59 GMT -5
Because he blocked, Katya ended up rebounding off him by kicking off with full force. Ending up a few feet away, instead of a floor below like originally intended, Katya had removed the two Five-seven's from their holsters. Taking aim, Katya began to fire a barrage of ammunition in the hunter's direction. All the while, her skeletal structure began reforming itself to that of a human's which she tried to gun him down as quickly as possible.
"Look at the pot calling the kettle black! Even some of the fastest people I've met haven't been able to survive my leap, you're a monster yourself aren't you?!"
There was disdain in her voice, hating the hypocrisy that the man was spouting out. When the clips were both spent, she holstered the weapons and prepared herself for at least an interesting fight.
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Post by Rhinn on Mar 2, 2017 12:20:17 GMT -5
== Harbor Bill's Pawn Shop == Jack was hunkered down behind the counter. He had made it in to Oak Harbor about a week ago... well he made it to Deception Pass where the bridge was so blocked off that he had to leave his van. Packing up his gear, he hoofed it the next 5 miles into town. Oak Harbor was a small town with only 25,000 people or so, even during its heydays. Most of it had to do with the military and it sported a small base. Most of this Jack remembered from his younger days when his family would come out and visit their Uncle Bill. Uncle Bill had retired from the military and opened a pawn shop in town. It did very little business, but it kept Bill from annoying his wife and he met with all his buddies to talk and swap stories during the day. After the outbreak, though, not much was heard from him or his wife. It seemed like a safer area than Raccoon City, so Jack decided to check it out. Along with his weapons, ammo and food, Jack brought medicine, more Ibuprofen than hard meds and a collapsible wagon in case there was any sort of trade going on. During the next few hours, he had met most of the town folk as they wandered around the main road, moaning. The weather in Northern Washington was brutal and as it was still the winter time, they moved slowly... or not at all. Making his way to the back of his Uncle's shop, he was able to gain access to the shop through a second story window. The curse of trying to get in was now a blessing… his uncle was a huge believer in security and though most of the other shop keepers didn’t care for it, Uncle Bill’s Pawn Shop had reinforced bars on the windows and metal shutters. Getting in was harder than expected but now that Jack was in, it would be almost impossible for any of the undead to get in. Jack cleared the store to make sure he was alone before settling in for a meal of dried meat, water and a can of mixed vegetables. The building itself was typical of an older downtown building. The Pawn shop took up the first floor and part of the 2nd floor at the rear of the building. The front part of the 2nd floor was a small apartment that Jack would look through after he ate. It had been part of the pawn shop property for an owner who wanted to live above the shop, but Bill had used it as an office/man cave. Jack would be checking that out when he cleared the pawn shop as well. The walls on either side had been reinforced as the pawn shop carried a variety of weapons. All in all, Jack felt fairly secure for the time being. The meat was salty and had to be washed down with a lot of water and the vegetables were bland, but the meal was satisfying and better than nothing… which Jack had done as well. “Well, time to look around”, he said to himself. Being a loner, he tended to talk to himself. Maybe he was going crazy, maybe not. He left his rifle on the counter, but he took the ammo and magazine and put them both in the pocket of his jacket. Then he took his Beretta Cougar Inox out of its holster and chambered a round. Then he made his way around the lower level of shop, careful to not get too close to the windows. They were boarded, that was true, but the undead could might see him, or movement and decide to swarm the building. The moaning would just attract more zombies. So Jack decided to hunch down below the level of the windows and began to check out the shop for people, supplies or threats.
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Post by Rhinn on Mar 6, 2017 12:24:58 GMT -5
Damn, Uncle Bill had a little bit of everything here", Jack muttered to himself. Enough tools to start up a construction company... or at least a handy man service, the odd this and that's that only a certain older lady or man would be looking for to round out their collection of whatevers, jewelry, pictures signed by undead artists and the typical stuff like that.
Jack felt like he hit the jackpot, because the small room in the back... the one with the huge safe door that kept everyone out was still intact.
It was the vault to the gun selection that Uncle Bill maintained. While he didn't sell any ammo, he did keep a fair amount on hand so that buyers could meet him at the nearby range and try out a weapon. Yep, that gun vault was still shut, though the outside was scratched and marred by crowbars and small arms fire.
Fortunately for Jack, he knew the combination from the time he had spent working the shop one summer years ago. Most people would guess Bill's birthday or their wedding anniversary, but Jack knew that it was his 2nd life date. Earlier in their life, before Jack was born, Uncle Billy had been out drinking was driving home. He had run off the road and nailed an old oak tree. He was seriously f'ed up. The paramedics worked on him continuously and during that time, he had died. They were able to bring him back and that was the first day of his 2nd life. Bill gave up drinking and turned it all around. He even counseled people with drinking problems at the local AA and mentored a few.
Jack was going to dial it in, but he decided to head upstairs and check out the little apartment upstairs before he opened the vault.
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Post by Rhinn on Mar 13, 2017 11:06:39 GMT -5
There was a small treasure trove upstairs in the small, 1 bedroom apartment. In the kitchen, Jack had found a fully stocked pantry. Most of the perishable items were already past the point of being any good, but there was quite the stash of canned foods - spam, veggies, fruits and beans... he even founds several jars of spaghetti-os. The bedroom was spartan, but furnished with a bed and bedding and the bathroom held toilet paper and a medicine cabinet full of medicine... some prescriptions, mostly OTC stuff for pain.
If I could just get my van down here and pull it into the gated alley, I'd be sitting pretty for a while, Jack thought. He was really giving moving in to this place some serious thought, especially with the winter rolling through.
He had halted after he completely searched the apartment to rest a bit. Time on the road by himself didn't allow him the luxury of much sleep. Making sure the door was lock, he took a quick nap. When he woke up, the sun was starting to go down. "Now time for the vault", Jack said to himself, rubbing his hands together. He exited the apartment and made his way down the narrow stairwell that led back down to the rear of the pawn shop. He stopped for a moment and listened for any sounds of movement or moaning. After hearing nothing but the blood pumping in his head, he opened the door and entered the pawn shop. Everything was just as he had left it. He made his way quietly to the windows and looked out to make sure nothing had happened while he was upstairs. The front of the street was still as it had been. Undead walking around aimlessly while some stood still. They were a good alarm, he thought. They wouldn't move unless prompted to by something. Then they would moan.
Jack then made his way to the back of the pawn shop and looked out the security hole in the door. Again, he saw nothing.
"Well here goes nothing", he said. He put in the combination on the lock of the vault and heard a click. Then he turned the wheel, opening the door. He had it just a few inches open when something slammed into it. It was all Jack could do to keep from being thrown on the floor and have the door fully open. An arm came out of the door, grabbing at him. Jack grabbed his machete and swung at the arm, lobbing it off. There was no scream as the arm hit the ground. Instead of red blood flowing from the arm, it was black ooze.
Zombie.
Jack let the door swing wide and what was left of his Uncle Bill came at him. He was able to parry the last arm and the with a vicious swipe, he buried his blade into the rotten skull of his uncle. Uncle Bill fell to the ground, truly dead now.
Jack ran to the nearest trash can and wretched until all the contents of his stomach were gone. The next 2 hours he spent cleaning up the mess and disposing of the body, which ment wrapping it in a tarp and duct taping it closed. Then he drug it outside to a small gated area that held a few cars and left it in between a late model Chevy truck and a Buick sedan.
At this late hour, Jack was tired and grimy. He decided to shut the vault and lock it back. Then he headed upstairs and locked himself in the apartment. Suffice it to say, he wasn't that hungry and just ate crackers and drank water.
With nothing else to do, and night rapidly approaching, he pulled the couch against the door and then went to the bedroom. He cleaned up in the bathroom and crawled into bed. Even with the nap, his tiredness washed over him and he was out within minutes.
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Post by Rhinn on Mar 17, 2017 10:30:38 GMT -5
Jack woke up for once without a crick in his neck and a pain in his lower back. It was nice to be someplace that you didn't have to use a rock as a pillow and a pine cone as toilet paper. Though the electricity didn't work, the water was heated by gas, so Jack had his first hot shower in what had seemed to be months. He took his time and used up alot of the hot water, scrubbing as best as he could. Then he ate a simple breakfast of preserved meat and a can of mixed fruit. Man, what he wouldn't give for a donut, he thought. Maybe it is time to hit Vegas or one of the other cleared areas. Heck, maybe even the airport has something.He cleaned up from his food and neatly stowed the garbage. Whether he decided to stay here or not, he was going to take care of the place while he was here. In the bathroom, he found another surprise... a tube of toothpaste. He hastily put some on his finger and rubbed it all over his gums and teeth, loving the minty and fresh feeling. If he ventured out to a drug store or something, he would look for a toothbrush. Now time to tackle the weapons vault, he thought as he locked up the apartment. He took with him his weapons and that was it. No use lugging clothes and everything for this mission. He quietly made his way back down to the first floor and spent the next 20 minutes or so going back over the first floor to make sure that no one or things had broken in during the night. Luckily, the doors were both locked and no windows were broken. He approached the vault and as he did, Jack felt a twinge of guilt about having to put down his Uncle. He could rationalize it as the man was already dead, but still, that didn't take the sting away from crushing the skull of a person that you loved. Sighing, he typed in the code for the door again and turned the handle. He waited a few heartbeats to see if anyone else was going to jump out and then he swung the door open. It must have had its own power source, or maybe the pawn shop ran off of something different, because Jack was surprised when the lights inside came on. His eyes adjusted to the light and then he let out a low whistle. "Uncle Bill, you've definitely been holding out on us", he said. It wasn't just a vault of random weapons... no, it was more like a gun store in there.
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