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Zion International Captain
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 Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 7:05 am
 The infested streets of Stilwater.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 11:25 am
Puskov was sitting in the cab of his AT-LM aiming his scoped AK-74 out a gun port he'd fashioned into the lower part of the windshield. Slowly but surely he was taking shot after shot being sure to hit a vital mark on the horde that was down the road far past where they could see him. If he missed it was no big deal he had tins filled with thousands more 5.45mm rounds but it would be better if he didn't missed. He hadn't even gone through a single 77 round drums worth of ammunition yet but the floorboard of his AT-LM was riddled with spent casings already. He breathed in slowly and his reticle shaked unsteadily as he scanned down the street for another head to send a 5.45mm bullet into. He steadied the reticle to just a slight unsteadiness where it switched between a zombie's forehead to his jaw, Puskov pulled the trigger seeing the bullet penetrate slightly below the zombies eye. The streets had been filled with his rifle's gunshots but he wasn't too worried about drawing attention from other people. His AT-LM for the most part was impervious to small caliber arms even the windows in fact the windows he'd fashioned himself from scrapped military humvee windows and windshields Zion had scrapped. He sighed as he pulled the muzzle of his AK-74 out of the windshield gun port. He was alone and hadn't heard from another soul since the initial days of the outbreak.
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 9:41 pm
Balmung stalked the skylines of the ravaged city below, how could BSAA had mad such a mistake? Their job was to prevent this sort of thing not accidentally unleash it on the unsuspecting world on accident. Surveying the area he noticed an oddity for a moment anyway he had saw a gun barrel sticking out of a window of a very heavily looking armored vehicle but he was too far away to signal the potentially living person inside. Sighing he looked around for a safe route to the vehicle, if there was even one survivor left he would help them.
His mission was to find out what went wrong and to aid any living residents left in the city. He just wished that he had been sent in from the start so that some of this damage might have been avoided, finding an applicable fire escape ladder he took it down to the city street level inside a small alleyway about a block from the vehicle pulling out his 57 he got ready for a possible contact with the infected on the way.
Sprinting silently he tried not to step near and definitely not on any of the corpses that lined the streets he didn't trust that they wouldn't take a hold of him as they came to a new life after death and try to bestow the same fate upon him. It wasn't long before he was able to seee the vehicle clearly and it looked like nearly a moving fortress the person inside had to be alive for there were no breaches in the exterior as far as he could tell. Slowly he walked towards the vehicle keeping his pistol down so as to not spook the survivor and he looked around to watch for any infected, he had been lucky so far and only had to deal with three on the streets of Stillwater.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 10:00 pm
Puskov shouldered his AK-74 again and sent another round down the road into the neck of a zombie. He flipped the safety back on the rifle and set it down in the middle of the AT-LM's bench seat. He reached over the console into the glove box where he had stowed away a flask of Woodford. He sat up and was about to take a drink from the flask when he caught a glimpse of Graf through the passenger window. The Russian engineer gave a glance at the man not really worried much about it. Unless the man had a gun that shot .308 rounds or of higher power they weren't even getting through the glass. The Russian looked directly at Graf and gave him sort of a toast with his flask before taking a swig.
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 10:14 pm
Balmung smiled he had not only found a survivor but one with a sense of humor and a good shot to boot. Pulling out his BSAA badge with his picture I.D. underneath with his right hand he shoved his pistol back into his vests cross-draw holster. "I'm Balmung Graf I'm here to investigate what happened but I could use a hand is there anything you can do to help me out?"
Then he realized the glass might be too think for the man to understand what he was saying so looking around he pocketed his credentials and pointed to the door handle assuming the man had locked himself in his tank-like vehicle for safety. Balmung only hoped that there were other people in the city that were as smart and resourceful if he was to survive this he would need some help and he hadn't heard from his partner in a long time.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 11:29 pm
Puskov took the hint when Graf flashed his BSAA ID in the window. Instead of attempting to try to understand the muffles through the bullet glass, Puskov put away his flask, grabbed his rifle and opened the door leaning the muzzle of the AK-74 toward Graf for intimidation. His fingers traced both the safety lever and the trigger just in case. "What do you want?", he asked eying the BSAA agent up and down, "You're not getting my tractor so don't bother asking.", Puskov added on. tapping the AK's muzzle against the side of th door emphasizing it.
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 3:02 am
"It's nothing like that, I just need help making it to the factory, I was sent here to investigate what happened but the area I need to go to is to dangerous to go on foot alone" Balmung looked at the man with his rifle in hand and smiled, "besides I think that you want something more challenging to shoot at right?" He would hopefully accept him as a partner because right now Balmung needed the help and it wasn't going to be easy even with the tank-like tractor if the accident was as bad as he was told it was there would be much more dangerous things out there than just some simple infected humans.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 11:31 am
Puskov listened to the man's plight and dove across the bench seat and unlocked the passenger door. Her shoveled 6 ammo tins into the middle of the bench seat and then looked back to Graf after he was done. He gestured with his thumb, "Get in", he said reluctantly. He situated his AK-74 in the middle seat with the tins of ammo. The Russian relocked his door and reached for the key in the newly installed ignition and turned it causing the V-8 custom made diesel six stroke engine in the AT-LM to make a deep whine as it turned over and started.
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 12:15 pm
Cloaked by the night, Bruce Maddox surveyed the streets below from the ledge of one of Zion's executive buildings. His post for the day was securing the helipad that was often used by various big wigs of the corporation. He was not sure who was transported earlier, but they must have had some worth about them if they needed armed men as escorts. It has been a couple of hours since the chopper touched down for the drop off. Bruce was unsure as to why he was still stuck with nothing but the occasional cigarette to keep him company.
A commotion had caught his attention. The sound of rounds being fired off struck his curiosity, followed by the turning of a hefty engine. With his stomach pressed against the concrete as he was prone, he pressed his eyes against the spaces of his binoculars in order to observe. A countless number of green shades made up the scene below via night vision. Bruce took note of the vehicle, noticing that certain aspects were not standard issue. He figured it was one of the civilian rogues that happen to pass through the zone ever so often. He also noticed a second party that had joined later, but the device's zoom was not strong enough to recover important details from the distortion in order to make a positive identification.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 6:08 pm
 The door creaked as Dana opened it. Only half of the street lights were still lit.
She took her first step onto the sidewalk. She took a quick look around and continued. What has happened to this place? Is this a dream? She got to the edge of her lot and stopped and stared. She turned her head, looking East, then West, then continued once more. Her steps were hardly heard. Is anybody else around?
She suddenly heard shots being fired. :What the?" She said. She ran to where she ran around, trying to find where the noise was coming from. She just ran around in a circle. She decided to go a different way, and saw the shadow of a man who seemed to be looking through binoculars. She approached slowly, then she just started walking towards the shadow. It became more clear as she got closer. "H-Hello?" She said, with shyness in her voice._____________________________________________________________________________ (I cannot wait for this guild to get popular. It's awesome.)
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 6:06 pm
Balmung smiled and nodded not wanting to offend with hesitation, opening the door he put his leather bag on the seat as he got in and closed the door quickly behind him. Adjusting his P-90 so that it was situated between his legs and off his back he looked around, "so how long have you been here? This thing doesn't seem like it was just pieced together by just anyone either you must be pretty good at mechanics...unless you want me to belive you stole it but I'm pretty certain my first guess was closer."
Looking outside the window at the carnage in the city his blue eyes quickly lost their usual lightness. "Who would let something like this happen after all the previous outbreaks, how many times before people stop trying to play god?" It wasn't really directed toward Puskov however, Balmung hoped that his partner whether the partnership lasted or not didn't have anything to do with the sudden outbreak here.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 6:36 pm
Puskov's AT-LM didn't have the actual high torque transmission it originally came with instead he had built a special 5 speed manual transmission for it. He shifted the tractor into first and pulled it out from the curb. "I know my way around machines. As for this I bought this old beast from a scrap yard out of Bulgaria. A good amount of the major components I built myself. She operates as smooth as any truck on the market.", Puskov replied to the inquiry about his tractor. "As for this...", he said gesturing to the zombies shambling around as he passed them, "I'm not sure what did this. All I know is the things that were announced over the news. A good portion of Zion's military were infected with something to make them super soldiers but you couldn't even tell they were...different."
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 6:58 pm
Balmung nodded in silent agreement, most people wouldn't know much but this Zion group was proving to be more than dangerous if they were following so closely in Umbrella's footsteps. Maybe they were the same thing just under new leadership or maybe someone had simply just leaked the info but everything he saw reminded him of the stories he had heard from Chris and Jill of how Racoon City had started. "What made you stay if I may ask?"
Balmung looked intently at Puskov now, it might have been a bit forward but most people with this level of ability should have been able to leave the city either under the protection of Zion or by their own means, so it was hard for Balmung to believe this intellectual man was here by chance. "Sorry if I was prying you don't have to answer if you don't want."
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 7:25 pm
"I have a lot of belongings here and I think Zion doesn't want to lose its city-state so they'll probably retake Stilwater and they'll probably go through a bureaucratic process to become part of a global policing force and move to having the people who pushed this invasion tried, imprisoned or executed in international court instead of doing something totally drastic.", Puskov stated as he made turn by turn shifting gears and increasing the AT-LM's speed to 60 mph. "This s**t didn't start until the invasion so Zion must've had some good safety protocols before someone thought different. Otherwise this s**t would've started beforehand", Puskov spoke as he turned down the road that lead to the factories district.
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 8:22 pm
Somewhat amazed Balmung just looked back out the window, was it really BSAA's fault? While it had been their presence that triggered the event, was it okay to think that Zion should have been able to keep going with it's experiments? "So you don't think Zion did anything wrong through all of this?" he didn't care much for what the company felt it wanted with BSAA but he did however worry that if this man felt this way how others must feel.
He hoped that they hadn't outlived their welcome, that BSAA was still needed and welcomed in the world as saviors and protectors from the B.O.W.s now threatening different parts of the globe. If not then he didn't know what he would do he had grown to love his job and more so helping people be safe from such monstrosities that the T-virus had brought upon the world.
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