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 Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 9:58 am
After heading off for Jack's home, the Survivors stop off at a store.
There, they are attacked by a Tank, after Jack's noisy disturbance.
After taking down the Tank, the Survivors once again set off for their destination.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 10:01 am
 Ellis;
The Childish Mechanic
Ellis shook his head as he drug himself out of the now thoroughly smashed, cardboard display of chips. All the while, he blew a raspberry, trying to get his senses back about him. He was certain he was seeing some sort of mirage, though, as he spotted a full, untouched 6-pack of Cola in the glass bottle.
"Man, that ain't right, doin' me like that," he said idly, looking around to see who the prankster was. When he spotted no one, he blinked, reaching to scoop up the sodas, guitar going back onto the strap on his back.
He took a moment to get a head-count, spotting Nick, Jack... Ennis, Keith. With those out of the way, he figured a good amount of them were still 'round. He rolled his shoulder, feeling the softest of burning sensations at disturbing the healing wound.
"Hey Elf, I got yer soda," he called back into the aisles, having been smacked away from where they /had/ been. He started to walk backwards towards the doors, though he wanted to make sure that the stragglers made it out without any fussing from the Tank.
"You really are one big son-a-b***h," he muttered to the creature, still standing there armed with only his little 6-pack.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 12:00 pm
  ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Keith had really gone off a ways from the shop now. But he was looking for something. A Shopping cart. There was none in the store so he figured they were littering the parking lot. He did find one that hadn't been ditched or broken. It was rusty and squealed badly but it would work. He wheeled it back to where he left Harper and helped the boy into the cart. It would be easier than making the boy limp along beside him. Though the reeling of the cart was attracting something unpleasant. A small horde. They were merely sneaking out of the shadows to investigate the squealing of the cart wheels. Soon enough, Keith and Harper were cornered with no weapons, only because Keith had been stupid enough to drop the grenade launcher.
Nick ignored the injured and moping hunters on the floor of the shop. Not his problem. He didn't have anything to help them out anyhow and in his opinion, all infected should die. Whatever happened to "Kill all sons o bitches"? Well, letting these infected around them, good or not, was bad. Very bad. EVAC wouldn't want anything to do with them considering they had traveled nearly all the way with infected ones in the group. So, he had gone outside. He spotted the horde swarming Harper and Keith. Though he disliked the kid for being a carrier and just plain out hated Keith, he decided to be the hero yet again. He pulled out his shotgun. Thirteen infected surrounded the two and only thirteen shots were fired.
Sable was still too weak to get up. He was awake, just the fact he was breathing was hurting. As if that last miss had ruptured something vital. He needed medical attention. There probably was nothing upset on the inside, but his muscles were sore, he hadn't slept in weeks. He was just worn out through the rims. Though he did manage to summon enough energy to slowly move one arm around Nel. And that was it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 12:20 pm
Curtis picked up the grenade launcher, and whatever ammunition was left. He kept his ax slung on his back, the launcher being too heavy to dual wield. Again, he refused to even growl considering the situation they were in. He was probably ignored. Curtis was used to that. When they get to the house, he'd chat with Keith... probably. Ellis may get there before he did though.
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-x Assassin Keet x- Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 12:39 pm
 -=Nel=-
Nel looked down at him when he moved. It was a small and sluggish movement, but still it made her smile. A pained and worried smile. She moved a little to support him better, one arm around and under his waist and her other across his shoulder blades between the neck to hold his head up. She noticed one of the survivors go by and look at them, a man in a white suit. His gaze made her flinch. How could a human have such cold and uncaring eyes.
Looking around she saw that Sable's plee was going unanswered. She could feel his breathing becoming worse and his face showed strain. She growled to try and get attention but it was too quiet. Looking around anxiously she tried a little louder. Still nothing. Finally, she gripped him tight just in case, squeezed her eyes shut and screeched as loud as she could. That should get some kind of attention she hoped. Nel just hoped it wasn't the sort of attention she got when someone thought they heard a 'pounce scream'.
((Odd, my text won't wrap o.0))
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 12:39 pm
 "E-Ellis...d-don't worry about th-that...!" The girl face faulted at his proclamation despite the rather serious situation. "...we should get out of here...I don't think it's safe..." She didn't know what to make of the strange behavior of the hunters, though. Could it be that the infected were somehow turning against each other? Something like that sounded too good to be true to her.
The ability to work in hordes was easily the most important feature of the infected, and the one that had allowed them to overwhelm the surviving world as she had known it. Or at least a great number of those that had managed to survive the initial sickness. If that ability was lost, then perhaps it was only a matter of time before the world began to right itself again...
Too good to hope for to be sure. And she wanted nothing to do with infected. In her mind, all infected were innocent, but killing them was the only possible course of action. And a crime she planned to answer for one day.
However, in her opinion...they were likely better off dead.
Upon hearing the sudden screech, her pistol was aimed shakily for the source within a moment. She tried to shoot, but her gun jammed, causing her stomach to knot and freeze in fear. In her mind she likely had only a few seconds before the thing would be upon her, and she threw her hands before her face and braced herself. Maybe Ellis would manage to save her...maybe her time was up.
(( Ahh, edited for Nel. 8D; ))
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Saffron the Scientist Crew
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 12:46 pm
[ Laaate edit for Ennis, and again for reading wrong ]Ellis;
The Childish Mechanic
"Wha'cha mean? Cola is of utmost importance," he said with a faint smirk, carting the bottles noisily as he headed out of the store. Though, the scene outside wasn't pretty, he soon found.
"Keith?" he called, glancing around. It was then that he noticed the horde closing in on two figures. The hick tucked the Coke under an arm, whipping out his guitar as he hurried towards the scene.
"Back off ya bastards!" he called, slamming a stray infected down and grazing another to send it stumbling. "Tha's /my/ buddy," he muttered, though Nick had cleaned up much of the scene
If only he hadn't wasted all those shots on mannequins back in the mall...
He noticed Nick, offering the con man a grin. He hadn't really expected it of the older man, but boy was he happy to see he could trust 'im to help out his buddy.
Maybe he had got to liking him.
Ellis turned to look about for Ennis, noticing the girl seemed to be in distress. He tilted his head to one side, moving to jog over towards her. All the while he held the guitar, ready to knock somethin' out.
"What's up?" he called once he was near enough, looking around still for the source of her distress. She looked awfully freaked out. And for some weird reason it made him feel protective.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 1:36 pm
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"Stop talking, and we have no problem." ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄Dante rushed down the stairs, almost tripping himself up in the process, trying to get outside of the building. Skidding out of the building with his boots smacking the ground, Dante turned and grabbed a piece of long metal. As he hefted the large piece of metal up, the "Commoners" (as Dante called them), were rounding the corner at lightning fast speed. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, Dante kicked the doors closed and put the large piece of metal in the door, wedging it in. He heard the commoners trying to break the door open to no avail.
Sighing, and wiping the dust off his hands, Dante heard the cracks of gunshots in the distance. Perking his ears up and bloodshot eyes in the direction of the gunfire, Dante smiled a slight smile, glad that he heard gunshots, meaning survivors. Walking at a fast pace with axe in hand, Dante rushed down the street, and as he was turning a corner, the doors that held the commoners in broke down with a crash. Turning his head, and reaching for his gun as an instinct, Dante saw two chargers working together to bring the door down. Cursing under his breath, Dante vaulted over the low wall and ran to the gunshots and screams of the zombies.
Coming to the source of the sounds, Dante saw they had their own problem of zombies, and was mad that he was complicating their fight further. Glancing back, Dante found two blurry shapes (presumably chargers) and a large moving blob of commoners. Hoping to buy some time, Dante took his last pipe bomb out and turned it on, dropping it at his feet as he continued running. Just as Dante was going to signal the others fighting, one of the chargers slammed into him and pushed him forward. The only thing that Dante could do was watch the store he was heading toward with the charger pushing him at a high speed.
Luckily, the charger had aimed to the glass and flew threw it with Dante in his large arm. Dante felt the skin on his face heat up and burn as he slid down the aisles with the charger on top. He tried to scurry away when they stopped sliding, but the charger picked him up and slammed him into the floor, forcing Dante to grunt out in pain of his bones being smashed into the floor. When he hit into the ground a second time, Dante was hoping that the others could help, although he created the second problem. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄Inventory: First Aid Kit, Father's Hunting Rifle, Food, Ammo, Axe"But of course, you will keep talking (Ellis)..."
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Kill it dead Vice Captain
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-x Assassin Keet x- Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 2:45 pm
-=Nel=-Nel only crouched, holding Sable. Her blue-amber eyes were as wide and fearful as the girl before her. She stared from her to the man that had come to assisst her. She was going to die now. It was a bad idea to scream that loud. She screwed her eyes shut and apologized to Sable in her head several times as she prepared herself for that sharp pain followed by death.
When there was no sharp pain and nothingness, Nel opened one eye. they were staring at her. They hadn't opened fire! At least, not yet. She looked at them, her eyes pleading with them to understand and to help. She tried gesturing to Sable's writing on the window but ofcourse, she was holding him.
Wincing, Nel screwed her eyes shut again and opened her mouth. She concentrated as hard as she had ever done in her life. 'Hrrr- Rrr.. Hrreh.. Hrell.. Hrell-p.' It was a close as she could get and she hoped it was enough. She thought that was the right word and that it wasn't to growly for the humans to not understand, or to mistake it as a protective growl and shoot at her anyways.
((Thank thee :3))
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 3:27 pm
"E-Ellis...i-it's..."
Ennis staggered backwards as the impact she anticipated failed to come. What was that Hunter doing? She looked closely for something trapping or impeding it, but found nothing. Crippled perhaps?
It seemed to be in pain. This was the worst part about killing infected. As much as you tried to deny it, the reminders of their lingering humanity were always there, as though she needed another reminder just to keep her in her place...
The only thing between the two women was luck and circumstance.
It seemed to gesture pitifully at the other hunter. A scraggly, jarring pattern in blood, that looked almost like writing but...it couldn't be. She looked away quickly, not quite knowing what allowing herself to read such a message would do to her.
"...I-Ican't...h-helpyou...n-no cure..I-I..."
Ennis suddenly felt as if she were on trial for all of the friends she had failed to save. Her excuses fell flat...flimsy and broken as wet paper.
"...E-Ellis, w-we..have to get out of here..."
She didn't want her new friend to see her abandoning her fellow man yet again. And more than that, she didn't want him to be forced to do the same, or god forbid put himself in harm's way for another tragic infected. After all, when the plague came, those unable to ignore their sympathy were the first to go.
Just ask the Witches.
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Saffron the Scientist Crew
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 4:04 pm
Jack had gotten up, spine still in pain. "Damn tanks" he muttered, "Damn mindless infected" he looked over at the dying hunter. Something about him didn't really want to help him, but it seemed everyone else seemed to have sympathy for these infected, so, dispite hi anger, he would at least offer advice. It was the most he could do without "accidentally" trying to kill them. He started walking towards the pharmacy, only to stop, and pick up a few rolls of toilet paper. "Just wrap the damn thing's wounds in this, at least it won't bleed out" he threw the paper at the hunter, and continued his walk. "Why the hell did I do that?" he asked himself as he got to the pharmacy and jumped the counter. "Damn it" he said under his breath, the pain in his spine returning due to the jump. He started loading various painkillers into his jacket. By the time he was done, he had about 10 painkillers, with a few choice brands. He quickly took a pill out of one of the containers and swallowed it. "Well, I'll wait here a few minutes then I can jump this thing again without killing myself. I might as well just..." as he reached behind him, he realized something. "Damn it! I lost my sledgehammer!" he exlaimed
((I almost thought nothing happened until I read the thread. I guess moving it to the guild could work. I am curious as to why I got promoted, demoted, and then promoted again though))
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 4:41 pm
Morgan;
The Mean, Little Bounty Hunter
Morgan watched through the scope of her rifle as Dante was pummeled by the Charger. It was almost an amusing site.
She knew he wasn't from the group of Survivors. The girl had been watching them like the Discovery Channel watched a pride of lions. The simple fact that he wasn't one of the group nearly wanted to make her go out on a limb for him.
It nearly did...
Like a scientist, she had half a mind not to intervene, to let nature take it's course. Something made her feel for him, though. He had that survival spirit in him, much like she did. He hadn't just lived by coincidence.
The girl aimed, taking five shots at the creature's back, even from her distance. She watched as the Charger collapsed, first looking through the scope and then backing away.
Rifle slung onto her shoulder as she hoped down from her perch to get a better look at the survivor. He might have needed help... and she would lend him a quick hand before she was off again.
Who knows, maybe he'd live to return the favor someday.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 4:54 pm
Ellis;
The Childish Mechanic
Ellis stared at the Hunter as he drew nearer to Ennis. He walked up at a funny angle, as if he were trying to put himself between the two. Oh was he the chivalrous type...
"Elf," he muttered, as if they were dealing with some kind of blind animal, keen only to sound, "Let's go, alright?" He kept an eye on the odd Hunter, having to wonder what it was up to.
It looked as if it were holding another Hunter. Maybe she had killed her own? If that was the case, why the hell did she look so damn pitiful? The hick tried to keep those thoughts away.
He couldn't help but wonder, though, if she were anything like Curtis. He had ended up being a great pal.
"Come on, Elf," he reached for her, callused fingertips closing ever-so-gently on her arm. He gave the delicate flesh a gentle squeeze, slowly backing up.
"We can get Curt... he can talk ta her..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 4:55 pm
-=Nel=-Nel stared at the roll of toilet paper that had landed only a few feet from her and Sable as if it were some sort of alien. She knew what it was certainly, but how could that be useful? She frowned at the man, her eyes becoming teary again. Turning her water-blurred gaze to the girl she spoke again the same word. They had to help she didn't know what to do and she didn't want to lose him not yet.
She stared at them a few minutes longer before urgency took over. She lay Sable down onto the tiled floor of the shop gently. She crawled on all fours toward the roll, picking it up and putting it down beside him. It wouldn't work this way. There had to be something like before. Something to holod it on. Nel frowned and growled in frustration. Looking to where the man had went. She could run and get something, but that would leave Sable alone.
No. Can't. She threw herself back down beside him, her legs flopping out into a 'W' shape. She took off her hoodie hurriedly, revealing a rather tattered and ripped black vest top hugging close to her slim infected figure. She took a grip of her hoodie in one hand and began clawing it to shreds with the other, snarling.
Once it was sufficiently shredded into strips she grabbed the paper and began bundling it up into small parcels. Gently, she bent back over Sable, removing his blood stained clothing from the wound and gently pressing the parcels of paper onto them. Holding it with one hand she began gently wrapping the strips of her hoodie.
When she was finished she picked him back up again, holding him protectively once more. She stared at the survivors. How useless they had been. She snarled at them, her small form crouched over Sable.
Ralph had followed the small group unseen all the way to the store. Watching from the treeline as they went in he had grinned. With his knife in hand, he took the opportunity to sneak into the back door when the Tank made its move.
He had flipped the blade as he raided the pharmacy at the back, sticking various things in his pockets. When he heard footsteps coming towards him he dropped behind a shelving unit and kept absolutly still. His knife held backward in his hand and ready to slash vertically, he crouched and listened. It was a man. A grumbling one at that. Ralph almost giggled in spite of himself. Here he was, only going to sneak in and get some things and leave again when one of those damn people came walking right to him. Alone.
When the man turned his back on Ralph, he rose slowly, watching him through the units like a hawk. Cursing about his sledgehammer he was. Ralph smiled, drawing his pistol quietly. He walked out from behind the shelf, the barrel pointing at the mans head. "A damn shame that, ain't it. If ya had a sledgehammer, maybe ah would'a thought twice." He grinned, his cold eyes on Jack. "Y'know, you people should really learn ta stick tagether. Might stand a better chance then. But, hell, I ain't helpin' ya none." He laughed. He lowered his pistol, aiming at Jack's leg, and fired.
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-x Assassin Keet x- Vice Captain
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Kill it dead Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 5:11 pm
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Dante Miro
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"Stop talking, and we have no problem." ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄Dante felt the crunch of his bones on the ground. his vision was feeling a bit blurry as he looked back at the charger. The charger was an ugly thing. It's skin peeling, exposing the red muscle underneath the skin, this one had half a bottom jaw, and was definitely strong. Just as the charger lifted Dante to slam down again, Dante watched five flashes of light on top of a nearby building and five cracks of a gun. Grunting, the charger fell forward, on top of Dante, pinning him to the ground.
Sucking in a gulp of air, Dante pushed the charger with his uninjured hand. With a grunt, Dante had it off him, and then he lay there for a few seconds, letting his bones come back to somewhat of their normal strength. Nothing seemed broken, maybe something was sprained, but he could power through it. Testing to see if they were in fact fine, Dante moved and flexed his limbs, finding them to be in working order, and none missing. Sighing inwardly, Dante pushed himself into a sitting position, where he saw a woman approaching him.
Wanting to show some sort of thanks, Dante propped himself with the palm of his left arm and waved at her with his right. The air was still knocked out of his lungs, so he was panting and just couldn't stop. Gaining some control over the panting, Dante smiled at the woman. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄Inventory: First Aid Kit, Father's Hunting Rifle, Food, Ammo, Axe"But of course, you will keep talking (Ellis)..."
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