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Post by The Pirate Girl on Jan 27, 2009 21:41:55 GMT -5
Mirian followed along beside the man in silence. Her focus now more than ever on trying to avoid stepping in and inevitably slipping on the blood and gore everywhere. As they walked he had told her they were leaving the city, with no mention of where out of the city. She frowned slightly at the thought, and looked up from the ground. "What about the police, or the army... or anyone like that... how will they find us?" Her question was posed more out of ignorance than anything, after all she had been locked up for quite a while. After posing the question her eyes darted back to the ground in time to see what looked like a severed, or chewed, hand. Again she felt sick, but she had nothing lft in her stomach, so she was able to keep going. Her shoe and crutches made terrible squishing noises, and she wondered if she would ever be able to get used to it.
As they neared the Van Mirian was able to se other people as well. One looked like a woman, who was already inside, and the other was a man with a gun, similar to the one she was walking with. It was then that she realised the potential folly of her actions. Mirian stopped walking, allowing the man to get a little bit ahead before she asked. "Before i go any further... Who are you, Who are they... and why do you have guns?" Her mind slipped back to the small handgun she had found, would she need it to defend herself from them, or from the creatures. Either way it didnt matter, it was tucked into her back pack, and in the time it would take her to get it, either of the men could kill her.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 27, 2009 23:24:11 GMT -5
"Well, I'm Mikey." Mikey said, crossing his arms and looking at her. She had no idea what was happening, did she? That this was the second time around that all of this was happening. "That there is Terry, the dou*hebag with the orange hair." He said, knowing that Terry wouldnt hold it personally. "And the gal in the van is Sara. I think..." He said, trying to think of her name. He had only heard it in passing one or twice, and that seemed like a lifetime ago.
"We all have guns because...come on, do I really need to tell you why we all have guns? You've seen the sh*t going on." He said, reaching into his pocket to take out a new cigarette. His nerves were shot, and even though a reasonable voice in his head was telling him she had perfect reason to be paranoid, she was stepping on the precious few he had left.
"So, make a choice. In the van with us where we will leave and get to some kind of safety, or stay here and wait for your "military and police", who probably wont be here for a few days. Thats if they come at all, mind you." He ended. He really didnt want to leave her here by herself. Even together, Terry, Sara, and he hardly had a chance. She had none on her own.
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Post by The Pirate Girl on Jan 27, 2009 23:36:14 GMT -5
A few moments of silence went by in which a mental battle went on in Mirians head. It was always dangerous to hop into vehicles with strange men, that was common sense. But given the circumstances it had to be safer than being out here alone. And if he had meant her harm, it wouldnt have been hard for him to do it already, so he couldnt be just bidding his time. With a sigh she bit her lip, and looked around again. In the far distance a moan caught her attention and she looked back to Mickey. "Im Mirian... If your getting out of here i want to come too." Her eyes dropped again as she started crutching foreward again. It wouldnt take too many more steps to get off the grass, and then she would have better traction on the pavement.
"I.. I have a gun..." She half stated, half questioned as she walked along. "Its not mine... but i know ow to use it..." The point of that was lost even on her, she knew they had guns, and were probably better using them than she was, but somehow saying it made her feel even better about her decision. She looked back to Mickey almost for reassurance, though she didnt know him he was the first person she had seen alive in days, and it was a little comforting.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 28, 2009 3:13:49 GMT -5
Mikey snickered when Mirian said she had a weapon. She had been worried about theirs, and she was packing one somewhere herself. It didnt really surprise him, but then again she didnt look like the kind of person who would want to have anything to do with a firearm. Then again, a few moments ago he thought she was dealing with a broken leg. The world was full of surprises.
"Hey Terry, we all gassed up and ready to go?" He asked Terry. "I have all I need from my room. Ammo, some clothes, enough food for probably two to three days for all of us. In a manner..." He said, remembering the cakes, cookies, chips, and soda in his bag. Things that would keep, never go bad. Thats the main reason he had so many of the things in his room. Another reason was...well, he had a fondness for sugar. Turned him into a big ol' guy with the strength to manhandle people like no tommorow, but without the stamina to do it till then. He didnt tell Terry about the drugs he had taken. It was a need to know basis sort of thing, and he didnt feel they needed to know. He was still trying to wrack his mind for a reason he would need them.
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Post by thegunny on Jan 28, 2009 10:16:32 GMT -5
OOC: Dark brown hair, idiot. He was called carrot because he sometimes goes hunting in full orange clothes
Yeah, we got her gassed up. We got enough to head down to that storage facility and get my trailer so we can finally hike it out of here. I know a couple places out in the forest we can hole up in if needed... then again, there are some nearby towns we can head to. I don't think Raccoon city is safe though, period.
Terry waited until Mikey and the new girl had gotten to the van before he turned and walked around to the drivers door, opening it cautiously as he had a flash back of the last time he opened it; and got pinned by a zombie; and then shut it behind him and fired the Van up again waiting for the others to get settled back there. Then he started to pull out of the gas station and turn, driving down the street again away from the University at a rapid speed again but much more diligent and safe speed then before, not quite as frenzied as he had been when they'd been escaping the party. In the back of his mind he remembered
And don't screw with my radio back there.
He didn't like it when people went through his ipod songs without him being there, and he certainly couldn't be there when he was driving. This was his dojo, his domain, and not many other people went through here, so normally he didn't have problems with his stereo being plugged up to his Ipod...the van started to head down the street with the university campus exit straight ahead
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Post by Mikey on Jan 28, 2009 21:48:19 GMT -5
(Well excuuuuuuuse me! Who can keep up with your nickname swappin a*s anyway?)
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Post by thegunny on Jan 28, 2009 22:31:15 GMT -5
OOC: Nickname swapping? *Snicker*Hes only got two nicknames, and they ain't changed. Should we just count it as they've already left and now we're in the docks at the self-storage facility?
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Post by Mikey on Jan 28, 2009 22:39:11 GMT -5
(Sounds good to me. Everyone is now at the docks, at the storage facility.)
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