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Feb 16, 2009 17:46:00 GMT -5
Post by thegunny on Feb 16, 2009 17:46:00 GMT -5
Open the door then
Terry kept ready to slam the pedal to the metal, letting Mikey open the door himself and to let the man in. Terry's pistol was still ready in case that man got inside and then started causing trouble. The door opening said enough about whether the man could get in, but then Terry yelled out
COME ON!
(OOC: Lawton, come on in)
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Feb 16, 2009 21:57:42 GMT -5
Post by Lawton on Feb 16, 2009 21:57:42 GMT -5
Nick was still stunned, and only managed a nod in response when the door was opened. (Geeze, there are even more people in the back!) He thought to himself. Nick clamored inside and shut the door behind him. He took off his backpack and set it down in the limited room that was next to him as he took a seat, his Uzi resting in his lap. He ran his hand through his hair, and chuckled. "Heh, thanks for stopping. Name's Nick." He said in greeting.
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Feb 16, 2009 22:07:38 GMT -5
Post by thegunny on Feb 16, 2009 22:07:38 GMT -5
The tires screeched and the entire van lurched forward, the trailer following suite as Terry pushed the pedal down and the van accelerated.
Stoneville it is then. Hey, Mikey, check that guy out and see if hes the f**ker that shot at us!
He didn't add to that that if they could prove that this guy that was in the van with them had been the guy that shot at Mikey, and then hit both his van and his trailer, that they'd be tossing him out the door right then. However, he doubted that they'd be able to prove it unless he was a complete idiot. Terry didn't introduce himself because he was busy paying attention to the road and trying to not crash them despite driving as fast as he could. The gate opened up for them automatically since they were going out and not going in. They were all shaken up by the outbreak, and the fact they'd been shot at by a human didn't make them feel any better
(Terry Parker and company are all now on the "Road to stoneville" in the outskirts)
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Feb 24, 2009 16:16:04 GMT -5
Post by Reaper on Feb 24, 2009 16:16:04 GMT -5
The creature retaulated with a cry as it jumped toward Jason. It back handed him into the adjourning wall, before looking back at Alex. She wasn't moving or even awake. The creature turned back to Jason, before rushing forward. It wrapped it's hand around his neck and slammed him into the wall. It growled as it's tendrils started wrapping around his arms and legs, and in the process started trying to pull him apart. It then began to raise it's scorpion tail above it's head as it began to prepare for another strike.
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Feb 26, 2009 3:17:20 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Feb 26, 2009 3:17:20 GMT -5
Jason silently cursed himself for letting his guard down and letting this thing get the better of him so easily. Sure, it was eight feet tall and mountains stronger than he was, but he was smarter and that was all that mattered. And now, he was about to be killed by a huge, muscled, lumbering idiot.
Not if he had anything to say about it.
His fingers still moved just fine, and he reached with them down his right wrist, to something hidden beneath his watch band. A straight razor. He got ahold of it, thankful the creature was hesitating for some reason before sticking the scorpion like stinger through his eye.
Flipping the thin blade open with one hand, he sliced the trendils away from his arm like he was cutting the skin of someone's throat, dropped it, and immediately went for his jacket. He pulled free his second Hardballer, the twin to the one that now layed on the ground several feet away, and pushed the unsilenced barrel to the creatures flesh. The gunshot exploded in the air and left a hold the size of a nickel in the creatures chest. As it faultered back, he aimed up and sent a round through the end of its tail, effectivly disableing and partially severaing its deadliest weapon.
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Feb 26, 2009 4:21:47 GMT -5
Post by Reaper on Feb 26, 2009 4:21:47 GMT -5
The creature cried out in pain as it stumbled back it's tail pratically on the verge of falling off. Green slim dripped from the tail and started fizzling once it hit the ground. Soon enough small wholes appeared in the floor where the slime ate away at it. Looking at Jason in a ferosious state of mind. It rushed forward once more wrapping it's hand around him, and slammed him into the wall. He was then thrown across the room into another wall. Once more the creature dashed forward and slammed him threw the wall into the side bathroom.
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Feb 26, 2009 4:32:20 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Feb 26, 2009 4:32:20 GMT -5
"This is getting old..." Jason thought as he got somewhat of a break from being used as a wrecking ball to make holes in the walls of the boat. He came to rest sitting on the counter, still holding his gun. He raised it, feeling a stabbing pain in his shoulder and right set of ribs, before firing off two more magnum loaded .460 rounds. This time, he switched up his tactic.
The double tap was delivered not to the head where most other T or G creatures were vulnerable, but to the open area in the monster's chest, straight into it's still beating and exposed heart. He could never figure out why, but many of them had a clear weakness that could be exploited if a person had the time to locate and target it.
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Feb 28, 2009 8:09:44 GMT -5
Post by Reaper on Feb 28, 2009 8:09:44 GMT -5
The creature screamed out in pain before it fell back onto the ground. It's body convulsed for a bit before finally settling down. It rested motionless as it's blood soaked the ground, and the green sliam from it's tail ate wholes in the floor of the room. The boat itself slowly stopped rocking as the mass movement stopped.
Alex laid on the ground coughing heavily as blood seeped from the corners of her mouth. Her hands twiched as she laid there staring up at the ceiling. Her eyes seeming void of what little life they had left in them, though tears were evident as the streeked down her cheeks. Her body burned with pain as she could even feel the virus in her own body fighting that of which was just introduced. Still the pain felt un real, almost like her vains were being eaten alive by the acid that was introduced into her system.
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Mar 1, 2009 6:38:34 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Mar 1, 2009 6:38:34 GMT -5
Jason still sat on the sink, panting now and trying to control his heart beat. His practiced method worked, and hos breathing slowed. He went back to his usual, calm and cool self. And in a way that was quite cold and calculating, he aimed his weapon and emptied the rest of his weapons nine round magazine into the creature, taking careful aim at both it's heart and head. If it was going to get back up, it'd have to deal with no eyes, four rounds in the head for a total of six rounds in its skull, and four rounds in the heart.
He ejected the magazine from his weapon and slapped a new one in, racking a round in the chamber and putting it back into its holster. He had to fear of it going off on its own. Although it had to manual safety, he had had several new internal ones put it that would, save for an act of God wanting to kill him, prevent a round from firing unless the trigger was pulled.
He walked over to Alex, careful to stay away from the pool of acid on the deck, and picked her up. He could see the ammount of pain she was in, but knew there was nothing he could do. Her body would see her through it, and that was that. He set her down on the couch to leave her to her own devices and sat in the armchair accross the room. He took his jacket and shirt off, leaving him in a tank top, and started to examine his own wounds. He, unlike her, wasnt going to heal up without proper doctoring.
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Mar 5, 2009 8:44:44 GMT -5
Post by Reaper on Mar 5, 2009 8:44:44 GMT -5
Alex laid on the sofa staring up at the ceiling as she chocked heavily. Blood still stripping from the corner of her mouth. Her right hand gripping her shirt tightly as she continued to twitch on occasion. Her body was still healing itself, but it was rather slow and the acidic venom still coursed threw her body. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she laid their trying her best to get her body under control, but everything she tried was just mentally. Nothing was working that she was trying, all that was left was for her own body to deal with it. Though the fact was it was taking to long, and the pain was to much that she just wanted to scream. Yet even that seemed impossible. It wasn't to much longer before she passed out, and her hand loosened falling to the side. Still like before it would occasionally twitched as she laid their.
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Mar 7, 2009 10:42:33 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Mar 7, 2009 10:42:33 GMT -5
After several painful ordeals of setting broken bones or sealing open wounds, Jason was finally as patched up as he could be. He was no doctor, although he was smart enough and knew enough about medicine to be one, but his patching ups would hold. He sighed as he watched Alex twitch here or there, not quite in sadness. More in pity. He wished there was some sort of shot he could give he to make her stop feeling the pain she was in, but he knew there wasnt. Not that he knew of, anyway.
His mind wandered to what would be done next. Jonathon was missing, as was Ariana at the moment. He couldnt bring himself to go and look for her, he was much to tired.
Where would they go? Somewhere the infection hadnt touched, that was a given. But where? Places like that were few and far between, and even less of those didnt have a standing warrent for his near execution on sight. He supposed a place with the infection wouldnt be so bad. No police looking for him or her, because he was sure that with Jonathon as well known as he was, people would be looking for her as well. Where to go... Where indeed?
He supposed the only thing that could be done was to wait for her to wake up and to see what she wanted to do or where she wanted to go. That would take a while.
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Mar 13, 2009 6:32:50 GMT -5
Post by Reaper on Mar 13, 2009 6:32:50 GMT -5
Alex shifted uncomfortably on the sofa and she let out a slight moan. Her body still screamed with pain, but it wasn't as bad as before. Sweat pored down her face drenching her cloths and her hair. It took a while before she finally opened her eyes and looked around the room lazily. Her eyes finally falling on Jason before she closed them for a bit. A heavy cough caused her to open her eyes again. Her hand drifting to her chest once more where her wound had once been. She gripped the back of the sofa and forced herself to sit up with a heavy cry. She leaned forward panting heavily as she did.
Looking once more to Jason she smiled weakly. "T- thank you," she spoke with a raspy tone. Closing her eyes once more she leaned up against the back of the sofa and tried her best to rest. Her head was starting to pound and her body screamed with pain. Still she found herself alive once more as it was. "I- I don't have a- anything anymore," she spoke with a quiver in her voice. She had lost everything. She had killed her husband and her kid, and now the only man who ever had taken care of her or showed her any compassion since the incident was gone. She had nothing left anymore, and it baffled her on why she was still allowed to live on this cursed planet.
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Mar 15, 2009 1:24:26 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Mar 15, 2009 1:24:26 GMT -5
"Ya, God has a funny sense of humor, doesnt he?" Jason said, crossing his chest as he said the name of the lord aloud. He deeply beleived in God, and that there was a plan for everything. Sometimes it took the pressure on the kind of life he lived. Or, had lived. Sometimes it just made up for the fact that he didnt have anything else. He didnt even know why he was alive and the way he was. He had simply been engineered this way.
He quickly went back to the business at hand, looking over at her and asking "Where is it you would like to go? We cannot stay here." He said. He knew she would start thinking of Jonathon, and decided to bring it up before she did. "Dont worry about your father. He will find us wherever we go. He always does."
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Mar 21, 2009 21:28:38 GMT -5
Post by Misty on Mar 21, 2009 21:28:38 GMT -5
(Sorry i haven't been posting but work has been kicking my butt. Ariana is still on the boat but I'm saying that she was knocked out while the monster threw Alex and lifted Jason. She wouldn't just watch that stuff happen... you know me )Ariana slowly came to and tried to focus her vision to see what was happening. She could barely see Alex on a couch and another body in the chair across from her, it was safe to assume it was Jason. They both looked severely injured and in pain, but Ariana had to be able to see before she could medically do anything for either of them.
Ariana grabbed on to the table that was right in front of her and forced herself to stand. It wasn't hard to stand up but when you really cant see, it's more difficult than you think. She slowly made her way over to Alex and looked at her. She seemed to be ok and she knew Alex could take care of herself and if she needed help Ariana would be there. Ariana turned around to look at Jason and she chuckled to herself. She stood right in front of him and stared into his helpless eyes. And without words he seemed to ask for her help as he looked at her. She wanted to help him, but she just raised her right eyebrow as she looked at him thinking about how he threatened her not too long ago while he pointed his gun in her face...
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Mar 23, 2009 5:44:16 GMT -5
Post by Reaper on Mar 23, 2009 5:44:16 GMT -5
Alex slid her feet off the sofa, and pushed herself up. She didn't look at Ariana or Jason. She just staggered out of the living area and to the bedroom portion of the boat. She had to use the wall to help her as her own body screamed out in pain. She brought her hand up to cover her mouth as she coughed heavily. Pulling her hand back she looked a the blood that speckled it. Sighing heavily she continued to make her way to what was her own room on the yatch. She pushed open the door, and staggered to the dresser. She picked up the photo cropped picture of her family. Something she had copy and pasted together. It was something she wanted to have in her life for so long, but she would never get it.
The picture consisted of a happy family. Her husband Jimmy, and their baby boy Andy. Then her mother and her father Jonathan. It was a happy picture though it was copy and pasted to be like that. Still she looked at it a lot, and dreamed about how things could have been different. Though it was nothing more then a dream. She carried the picture fame to the bed as she laid down wrapping her arms around a pillow and the picture. It didn't take her to much longer to start crying, and in the end cried herself to sleep.
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