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Post by thegunny on Dec 19, 2008 16:52:35 GMT -5
Terry turned left, not as harshly as before, and slowed down a bit more then he already had. He had slowed down a bit since he got away from the main building of the campus and moved into the dorms area. He was still speeding, though. He had a few turns left before he finally got the gas station... Terry said back in a bit of an indignant tone
What are you talking about? How many friggin baggage carriers are back there?
Terry glanced and grimaced as he saw the frightening proximity to the red-line his gas tank was getting. This van wasn't just his apartment or car anymore, it was their key to survival... it provided shelter, provided transportation and logistics, and provided safety in more ways then one. It would be hard to go on without it, probably. Especially hard for him. He had survived most of the last outbreak in this... if it had gas, it would be perfect for the job. His eyebrows twitched a bit as he smelled smoke, whining loudly
That smell'll never come outta there.... If I get second hand smoke I'ma hunt your a** down and bring you down with me.
He didn't like the smell of cigarettes at all, and didn't like their health de-effects anymore. After a few moments, he said
In fact, can you just put that out? And no... I get the revolver. You can have my hunting rifle when we get to the docks.
Terry continued to drive, about to make the final turn that would lead straight to the still distant gas station. He didn't mention that he had more then one rifle... he had another dusty rifle and a not-so used shotgun his father had gotten him for competition purposes. They were tricked out and precisionized, but they had been stored away in his storage unit and only were cleaned every month opposed to the other three firearms being cleaned near constantly
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Post by Mikey on Dec 20, 2008 17:08:57 GMT -5
"Your seriously worried about that right now?" Mikey said, arching his eyebrows. He sighed and shook his head before taking one last drag off the cigarette. He took it from his mouth, opened one of the back windows of the van a crack, and tossed it out. He then went back and climbed from the back to the front seat.
"Ok, now that we got that sorted out..." He said, setting the revolver on the center consol of the van. He took out his revolver and opened the cylinder. Knowing he was out, he dumped the now cold casings into his hand and tossed them out the window. He fished through his backpack for more rounds, finally finding one last speed loader. Shoving them into the empty chambers, he twisted the speed loader and closed his revolver.
"I'm down to seven rounds." He said, depositing the empty speed loader into his pocket with the other one. He only carried 21 rounds total for his gun at any one time. But, in his dorm room, he had a whole box of them. He usually used a full one every trip to the range, save for the 21 rounds, and bought a new one. "Hey, I need to get to my dorm room when we park. Male dorm, first floor. Room 12. I have a box of ammo, and enough food for about a day between us. Take...five minutes." He said, looking over to Terry. "Unless you have 50 .357's lying around this thing." He added.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 20, 2008 19:47:16 GMT -5
Terry makes the final turn as the cigarette went flying out and onto the pavement, starting to drive the final stretch to get to the gas station. Terry was being overly sensitive and still smelled the cigaratte, and was still bugged by it. It was probably a coping mechanism, busying himself worrying about something else instead of worrying about the shuffling, rotten, undead figures that had passed by them in a blurr infrequently. He grumbled under his breath
Yeah... yeah I'm worrying about that right now, I still gotta live in this thing. And no... I don't use .357 magnum. Only .327 magnum... We'll make a detour aft--- S**t!
Everything inside the Van seemed to leap forward as it deaccelerated rapidly, Terry having almost slammed completely on the breaks. Police sirens had come into view... and he had been speeding, unmistakebly. The van kept moving at a snails pace as Terry cautiously waited for the police S.U.V to pull out from the gas station and then pull them over, but the sirens flashing beside the gas station remained stationary. Not a thing stirred. As the van continued forward and started to pull into the gas station, he realized why.
Double s**t! Guys, get up here, look at this!
While there were no windows on the right side in the back of the van(only the left side), there were was a window on the passenger side door. The front of the gas station was totaled, an S.U.V had rammed through it and was deep inside. More, there were about 5 figures visible, the flashing lights showing that 4 of them were bloody, unmoving, chewed up, shot up, and cut up... the blood from it was visible as well on the area around them. The 5th figure stood crouched to the side, a rather intimidating-looking black rifle up and pointed straight at them. The rifle was intimidating because it was unfamiliar, yet seemed to be a military-ish rifle that made all of them very outgunned if it had fully automatic fire. However, the flashing lights also showed he was a police officer... the police S.U.V parked outside was probably his. The big-husky uniformed patrol officer yelled out in a not-so-husky voice
R.P.D! GET OUT OF THE VEHICLE AND GET ON THE GROUND WHERE I CAN SEE YOU!
Terry started to unbuckle his seat belt and get out, not knowing what else to do. Officers came in two-somes, so he probably had backup... and the officer seemed to be taking them as a seriously-possible threat. Terry didn't look look to make any false moves..
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Post by Mikey on Dec 21, 2008 2:09:05 GMT -5
"Protect and serve my a*s..." Mikey muttered as he slowly opened the door and climbed out. He dropped to his knees and laid foreward, lacing his hands behind his head andwaiting for the officer to do something. All the while, he was reflecting on why the hell this guy was pulling a rifle on three defenseless, as far as he knew, college students who were just out on a friendly drive. As far as he knew...
Mikey made sure to keep his hands still, but wasnt sure what the cop would think when he found the .357 on his belt. Of course, if he had any idea what was going on, he wouldnt care. And with the rifle he was carrying, which was no shotgun, he probably did.
Laying silently, he waited for the cop to come over and do something.
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Post by thegunny on Jan 1, 2009 16:59:34 GMT -5
Officer Paul Moretti lowered his Mk-1 Crossfire and stood up, sprinting out of the clearly ruined gas station and stopped in front of the "kids" in front of him, seemingly harmless. Then again, the dead "kids" back in the gas station that had been in the S.U.V had probably been harmless too not so long ago. The kid had appeared to merely have some harmless flu or cold or some other bulls**t before he got the other 3 killed and turned into a mindless-man-eating zombie.
The R.P.D precinct had been heavily trained in counter-viral outbreak techniques, including body searches for signs of infections. They had, after all, been razed to the ground and built back up over the course of more then a decade from this problem, so they needed to make sure it didn't happen again. Moretti was in the part-time R.P.D V.P.R.T unit, and so he was even MORE trained then the average R.P.D officer in these situations. His body search was quick, professional, yet effective. He cleared both Terry and Sara. He not only found no signs of infection but found their weapons. He then checked over Mikey, and then stood up, stepping back readying his MK-1 Crossfire again.
Neff, watch these two. Snipe em if they show any signs of turning.
Moretti pretended his partner was in the shadows rather then off at Blackwater doing some extra-off-duty training, and was watching these kids; a psychological threat to them to get them to stay put. Even if they couldn't see anyone, they thought they knew someone was watching them and ready to shoot them. Moretti motioned at Mikey and said in a quiet voice surprising for someone of his size, in a rather unaggressive tone
Get up, your coming with me. I need to double check your I.D, you look like someone who's wanted. I have the file in my vehicle.
Although his voice was gentle and docile, his gun was trained on Mikey with its safety off. The two actions betrayed each other to tell Mikey "Get the f**k up now, I can shoot you here or we can talk over there."
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Post by Mikey on Jan 4, 2009 2:21:45 GMT -5
Mikey rolled his eyes and stood up. He took care to keep his hands away from his belt holster, for fear that the sniper would get the wrong idea. Thats when it hit him. How stupid did bacon bits here think he was? No patrol officer made his partner stay back and watch his back from a far off hiding spot. If he had a partner, he'd be right up here securing the potential perpetrators. With this new found knowlege, it would have proved bad if Mikey had held any bad intentions to the officer.
But, after thinking it through and seeing the bodies of the students in the wrecked vehical, he knew the officer knew what was going on. And that'd have anyone on edge. But still, Mikey couldnt resist giving the guy a hard time.
"So what the fu*k serpico? What, you gonna frisk me and bump against my crouch? What, whats the deal?" He said, waving his arms around for emphasis.
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Post by thegunny on Jan 4, 2009 3:49:37 GMT -5
Paul Moretti stopped when he got to the S.U.V, instead of checking the S.U.V for anything, he took one rather big step back, his rifle seeming still at the ready. The two of them were out of sight from the others and out of earshot.
You've been bitten. Ya know what that means for Protocol these days?
Moretti throws a side ways glance towards the front of the gas station.
Have they heard about that yet?
Paul then looked back at him, staring at him with a serious and intense gaze, the sirens silhouetting him against the pitch black darkness behind him. He was ready to shoot the man, although he was thinking twice about it. They apparently had guns. And he was alone. He could use some help.. or he could use a lift. Or just a convoy partner. But he continued to focus on the infected man in front of him; he was the current crisis at the moment. He didn't need to worry about getting out of here, yet.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 8, 2009 21:06:27 GMT -5
Mikey's stupid grin dissapered as the officer spoke of his bite wound. Subconciously looking down at it, he sighed. He knew, or at least had a good idea, of what the protocal was with these kind of things. He also knew that he had quite a while before he turned. Several days at the most, and given the small wound, he figured that would be about right.
"Ya, I know whats gonna happen. And no, they dont. And I also know that I have time to do some good before that happens. So make your move. Shoot me or let me go, because I have sh*t to do." He said, looking at the cop and waiting for a response.
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Post by thegunny on Jan 16, 2009 20:57:03 GMT -5
Moretti mumbled under his breath
We could compromise and me shoot you in the foot...
Moretti always mumbles; when he does what he considers mumbling, its pretty much like mouthing the words. He said louder but at a whisper volume, conversational in tone
Shoot yourself before you turn. Scat. Those two won't get out of here alive without you, I imagine.
He left it at that and turned, reaching into his S.U.V rummaging through it to get the last of his gear since he still hadn't gotten fully loaded yet. Every time he had gotten something from the patrol-S.U.V he had been in too much of a rush to do anything but grab his patrol rifle and an extra magazine.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 26, 2009 6:18:03 GMT -5
(Adding in something for gunny.)
Mikey smirked and nodded to the officer, and then watched as he got a call and took off in his SUV. Mikey was almost relived. His secret was safe, for now. Walking back over to Terry, he looked at him and said "I'll be right back. I'm going to run to my dorm room and get some sh*t."
He turned and walked away as soon as he was done talking, jogging to the building in front of him. The library was near, but it didnt interest him. The only thing he was interested in was getting to his dorm without a trail of those fu*kers following him. And without getting killed, of course.
He cleared the remaining lawn and parking lot to his dorm, instantly going through the doors and stopping. Panting a bit, he listened over his pounding pulse for any signs of movement. He didnt hear anything, and assumed the area to be, at least for now, empty. Coughing away the dry aching in his chest and took a final deep breath.
"I'm too fat for this bullsh*t..." He muttered, fishing the drushed pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Taking out a very mangled but otherwise intact stick, he bit the filter and lit it with his zippo. Inhaling the smoke deeply, he felt his lungs start to sooth, his chest pain start to subside. "All righty...lets get this done." He muttered, going to his room.
Opening the door with his key, he looked inside and saw it to be totally untouched. This was good. His roomate hadnt come in and trashed it looking for supplies. And the monsters hadnt had their way with the things inside either. Stepping over to a small mini fridge underneath a desk, he opened it up to see the large ammount of soda pop cans, picking a can of off brand Cola. Popping it open, he drank most of the can in one go before setting it down.
From there, he grabbed a large duffle bag, what he had brought all of his things in, and started to pack. From his backpack, he put his computer and his human anatomy book from his anatomy class. It held plenty of knowledge on the human body and more ways a person could die than you could shake a stick at. Mikey reasoned that if he knew what made something happen, he could prevent it or fix it. Just in case, he got a spare set of clothes which consisted of a pair of jeans and a red shirt with a wicked looking clown on the front. Next came the contents of the fridge and a small tub with packaged goods ranging from chips to sweets of this kind or that. Next, he grabbed the full box of .357 Magnum rounds from the top drawer of his dresser. Taking a moment to pop it open and fill his speed loaders that he stuck in one pocket, he stuffed the loose ones in another pocket. The last thing he grabbed were a mostly full carton of cigarettes. He had a feeling that he would be smoking them all in a hurry. As it was, in the ten minutes he had been rummaging through the room, he had gone through three.
Looking around the room for anything else that could be of use, he couldnt think of anything. Zipping the bag, he tossed his one strap backpack on the bed and replaced it with the larger duffle bag. Walking toward the door, he stopped and looked at his roomates dresser. His roomate was a drug user, as well as dealer, and it game Mikey an idea. Walking to the dresser, he opened the top drawer and rummaged through the articals of clothing. Underneath, tucked in the corner, was a large match box. Opening it, he saw several bags of pills, about a three ounce bag of white powder, and some green herbs. He knew exactly what they all were by looking, and smirked. "Thank you, Sid..." He muttered, not sure why he was taking them. He figured they could come in handy one way or another, but he wasnt sure how. If anything, it would be a good way to spend his last few hours.
Tucking the box into the small outer pocket of his duffle bag, he went outside and back toward the van. As he did, he heard a door open. His revolver was out and pointed atthe source of the sound. Out came a giurl of crutches, seemingly "running" for her life...
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Post by The Pirate Girl on Jan 26, 2009 18:38:41 GMT -5
Mirian Burst out of the library, running to the best of her ability. Everything was so messed up now and she wanted to get out of here, anywhere was better, it had to be. The lawn out front of the library was stained with blood and she had to do her best to keep from slipping on the gore that littered the area. It looked as though a massacre had gone on but the bodies were gone. She didnt want to think they had gotten up, it was just impossible, but it would explain so much. What was strange was she couldnt see any sign of anyone. No cops, no reporters, or gawkers, it was just emptyness.
It was at the moment when her eyes left the ground to look for a cop or any bistander that her foot found a peticularily slick piece of gore. Mirian toppled over landing hard on her stomach. One of her crutches flew out several feet while she held tightly onto the other. Her eyes welled up again as she tried to get to her feet, only slipping again. This was all noo much for her, if she couldnt get up, couldnt run, or even walk well, how was she going to survive. As she kneeled there sobbing silently a new sound caught her attention. She looked p towards the dorm area parking lot. There next to a van stood a man with a gun.
Mirians initial thoughts were that the man thought she might be one of those things. If he didnt see her crutches he might assume she was as dismembered as the other one she had seen. "Please... Help me..." She called out to him, still a little unsure as to if he was dangerous or not. Mirian waved her arms as well, in an attempt to show that she was very much alive. Again she tried to stand only slipping again, Mirian could only imagine how pathetic she looked right now.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 27, 2009 1:03:31 GMT -5
Mikey saw the girl keep hopping along on the crutches through the gore and blood that soaked the lawn, squinting to get a good look at her. His vision, although corrected with a pair of contact lenses, was still not the best in the world. He had to sit in the front row of all his classes to see what the teacher put on the blackboard, and even then he squinted. At this moment, he could see her outline and the fact that she was on crutches, but that was all.
From the start, he was almost positive that she wasnt a zombie. Firstly, because she was walking on crutches. If she were a zombie, she would be walking on her bad leg totally oblivious to the pain it caused. What sealed the deal for him was her waving and yelling to him for help. He'd never heard any of these things speaking English.
He ran over to her, his weight and the treads on his boots making the sopping wet grass no obstical, and squated on his ankles.
"Come on, we need to get out of here." He said in a wispering voice, heoping to prompt her to lower her own. He grabbed her by the wrists and easily pulled her to her feet. It was only then, as he supported her with one of his arms and bent down to grab the crutch that had fallen out of her reach for her, that he noticed that she didnt have a bum leg. In fact, she had no leg.
Knowing now that she didnt have a problem with an existant limb, he handed her the crutches and let her stand of her own power. "Come on, we have to leave, now." He repeated.
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Post by The Pirate Girl on Jan 27, 2009 1:23:49 GMT -5
Mirian tried her best to force a smile as the man helped her up. He was much stronger than her and he lifted her easily. He was also whispering, before when she had called out for help it hadent actually occured that she should have been quiet. Why though should she need to whisper, there couldnt be more of those things, no one would allow it. "There is something in the library... it came after me" she whispered, her voice shaking. The man had handed her back her crutch and told her to come one. Despite everything she was happy he hadnt tried to carry her, or anything like that. "thank you"
She looked around half expecting to see more people, a group of people possibly trying to destroy everything that was bad. But instead it was just a van and the buildings. "Where... where are we going?" she whispered while still looking around half expecting to see another ripped torso crawling towards them. It was so confusing she had a million questions and was unsure how to ask any of em. she leaned heavily on her crutches preparing to walk. If this man was capable of getting her out, then she'd follow.
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Post by thegunny on Jan 27, 2009 17:28:58 GMT -5
Terry had finally seen that the police officer had been bluffing about his partner watching them with his rifle, and started to stand up as the officer screeched away from the gas station as a blur. Terry left Sarah to pump the van with gas as Terry started to walk around the van with his .44 Magnum and keep guard, watching for both zombies and Mikey. As Terry continued to move around the van, he caught sight of Mikey and him carrying someone...he checked to make sure his .44 magnum was ready to fire and watched as Mikey and the girl made their way over, careful to not point his revolver at them even as he had his pistol readied and ready to cover them. Terry was glad that he had been taking his Claroxan despite having not been working for the last week, because he was able to see better right now then he would have before in the night and see with better detail then normal. It might not make him a hawk, but it was a helpful boost to his performance that his job and his current situation would want every bit of. Terry let got of his pistol for a moment to wave for Mikey to come coming, signaling indirectly that things were clear as far as he could see, and then readied his pistol again. He was fairly sure that Sara was fine, and it wouldn't take but a second to turn, looking around the corner of the van, and cover her as well. Sara had just finished the gas anyhow, and had gotten back in the van.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 27, 2009 20:42:25 GMT -5
"We're leaving the city." Mikey said back to the woman in a slightly louder, normal conversational tone. "We need to get away from the city before it's way too late." He said. As it was, it may have already been slightly too late, but that remained to be seen. "If you need anything before we leave, now's the time." He said, almost regretting that he had said it. They needed to leave in a big godd*mn hurry, and he just invited her to go and hold them up for longer. Of course, it had been his idea to come here and collect a few things. Of course...it had been Terry's idea to come and fill the gas tank up. So in a cosmic sort of way, it was all Terry's fault.
"Nice going as*hole..." He thought silently, waiting for the woman to reply.
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