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Love_Kills S1owly Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 7:32 am
 Umbrella Corporation finally succeeded it's ultimate goal - Creating and harvesting the ultimate and unstoppable weapon. Nine months after the first publicly aware outbreak, the world was haunted by the images of friends and families devouring one another for the simple desire of sustenance - living breathing flesh. At what point does one stop surviving? When will you give up?Setting: Northern America Date: 2010 Percentage Humans: 15% Percentage Zombies Fresh: 25% Percentage Zombies Decaying: 46% Percentage Other: 14%
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 7:33 am
Fumaric's CharactersName: Sherry Birkin Age: Appears 26 Species: Non-Human Experimental Virus Background: Shortly after narrowly escaping her father William along side Claire and Leon, Sherry was sent away to live with a friend of Clarie's. However it wasn't long till someone interfered with her 'happy ending'. After only a year later, Sherry was kidnapped and experimented on by the Tricell Organization under the command of Albert Wesker. Now a prodigy of Wesker himself, Sherry's goals is to reclaim the destiny and honor to the Birkin name. _____________ Name: Lara Williams Age: 24 Species: Human Background: Lara had survived completely by her older sister Rachel since the outbreak occurred. Previously a track runner back at her old High School, Lara's strengths draw from her stamina and the amazing ability to run and keep running. A popular girl back in High School, Lara has no problem talking to others and even befriended Brian - a classic nerd. Lara and Rachel's father worked at an Umbrella Corp in Chicago, where they are heading no matter what. ______________ Name: Brian Goldman Age: 23 Species: Human Background: Labeled a 'nerd' back in Highschool, Brian had always been tormented for simply being himself. It wasn't until he met Lara that he truly found a real friend and ultimately grew a crush on her. When the world began to die off, Brian took off with Lara and Rachel. ______________ Name: Rachel Williams Age: 28 Species: Human Background: The older sister for Lara. Rachel was always more headstrong of the two. She was in training to become a security officer and is skilled with firearms. When the world turned to chaos, Rachel watched over Lara and her friend Brian as they tried their best at surviving.
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Love_Kills S1owly Vice Captain
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Love_Kills S1owly Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 7:34 am
My PeopleName: Virra Hanes Age: 25 Species: Human Sex: Female Background: Virra had played witness to her father animalisticly ripping chunks of flesh from her own sister's cold body. No one had come this far without heartache, and Virra was no exception. Escape wasn't easy, but coming from a small country town, she could definitely state that it was much simpler than those who had fled from the inner cities. Virra was extremely amazed of her continuing existence at this point, as a human anyway, because unlike a few other stragglers, she had absolutely no experience with weaponry. At this point, she guessed she could only thank her parents, as ironic as it sounded. Growing up on a ranch had made her strong, and she knew how to survive in the wild, but other than playing target practice with a few coyotes who prodded too close and fighting with boys around town , the woman had no lessons with the rifle she now carried or close combat training. Now, she traveled with another man, who was probably a big factor in her being alive, hoping for nothing more than to survive.  ________________ Name: John Leer Age: 22 Species: Human Sex: Male Background: John was the only one to escape his town as a human being. It had merely been two months since he had returned home from his military tour in several western countries when the outbreak had occurred. Luckily for him, he was quiet the avid gun collector and was well equipped and disciplined when it came time to take action. Before the whole occurrence, John was always on the in crowd, surrounded by friends, and going through girls without a care in the world. He still retains the same passive and slightly arrogant attitude, but became much more distant since his military career, providing a distant perspective to things he would have shrugged off before. When it all began, their had been a group of about twelve people that had all somehow come together at a grocery on the outskirts of a tiny town, but now only John and one other girl remained. The soldier felt her to be more of a burden sometimes then a source of help but in these times, who could complain?  _________________ Name: Natalie De'vagn Age: 20 Species: Human Sex: Female Background: Natalie, born and raised in Liverpool, UK, finished schooling at an early age and was quick to flee to the United States to escape her tense family situation when she turned seventeen. The last few years before the outbreak, the enthusiastic loner traveled across several states, hopping from small jobs and even smaller living arrangements, existing day by day, in what many would call, a reckless lifestyle. The young woman could care less that at any given time, she'd barely have enough cash to pay for food to last through the week, or that she was no stranger to emergency sirens and sounds of gunfire. The blonde was free spirited and wholly unsympathetic, a hit to the night life crowd and teetering the edge often to illegal activities. It wasn't uncommon for Natalie to relocate across several counties every three to four months. She was in the middle of one of these very moves when all hell broke loose. 
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 7:36 am
Fumaric Lara awoke with a start as she shot upwards and glanced at where the loud bang had come from.
Brian, her oldest friend, stood frozen just across the room right against a nightstand that he had bumped into. "It's just me, sorry." he apologized, relaxing his posture as he moved over towards an empty pallet of blankets and lowered himself down. "Had to go to the bathroom."
Lara groaned with annoyance. "Ugh," she huffed as she wiped her eyes and looked around the deserted hotel room they taken refuge in for the night. "Is Rachel back yet?"
Brian shrugged his shoulders and laid down. "I haven't heard anything. How long has she been gone?" Lara glanced at her wristwatch and pushed a button. The image of 9:32 PM flashed in her eyes as she sighed. "Too long, she knows better than this."
Lara laid back down and stared at the ceiling above her. Eyes focused on the popcorn texture as she began worrying for her older sister and what might have been taking her so long.
First rule of theirs was to never travel at night. Second, never travel alone and lastly never stay in one place longer than needed, Rachel was breaking two of those rules as she had insisted on doing a quick run at a local gas station they had seen not far from here. "I wouldn't worry," Brian called out to her. "Rach always knows what she's doing."Lara turned her head and looked at him. He smiled at her and she forced a small one in return. "You're right, she's probably alright and just doing rounds for extra precaution." Lara glanced back over at the door and noticed it barricaded with a small flimsy chair propped against the handle. She expected her older sister to be knocking any minute now. Brian kept his eyes on Lara as he studied her carefully. "Let's just get some sleep and figure out what's next in the morning." he spoke as he shifted his body a little closer towards Lara's bedding before closing his eyes.Lara didn't respond as she pressed her lips together and swallowed the large lump that had formed in the back of her throat.
'What was taking her so long?'
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Love_Kills S1owly Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 6:48 pm
Love_Kills S1owly Virra repeated the same activity she had been doing for the past few hours; staring up blankly at the ceiling, her eye lids drifting ever so often, but never completely closing and giving the brunette the respite she desperately needed. With a soft sigh she sat up from the rough couch that had been marked as her bed for this evening. The pair had taken refuge in what used to be a small shop, using the upper floor, obviously where the store owner had lived, to spend the evening and re-supply. Virra ran a hand through her messy hair, unsure of the simple decision of whether she should try and find unconsiousness now."Go to sleep," John commanded from the opposite side of the dark room. Virra's nervousness left an eager tension within the room that made it difficult to fall off into oblivion, consequently instilling an irritable feeling within the soldier. The door to the living area now stood effectively barracaded by a large dresser and several locks that had already been hanging from the back of the door when the duo had arrived, ensuring nothing unwanted would gain entrance, yet the girl always possessed a fearful attitude. Virra huffed in defeat before rolling onto her side to look over at the man, resting her head in her palm, "where are we going tomorrow?" The country woman felt the need for some sort of plan or goal, anything, otherwise she would go insane with the lack of objective. John turned his head towards the woman who he felt was pestering him, a look of impatience upon his face, "does it really matter?" With that he rolled over, putting his back towards Virra to signal that the conversation was over. With another sigh, Virra slumped back down onto the couch and resumed her previous activities, eventually squeezing her eyes closed, hoping that, if only for a minute, she would forget this world...
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 6:49 pm
Lara stood outside of the apartment complex just as the sun slowly rose above the horizon. The rays casted a light golden shade against her skin as she brought her hand up blocked it away from her eyes.
"I don't see her." Lara commented to Brian, who stood behind them mildly swinging the aluminum bat around.
"We can't wait much longer." Brian whispered, his eyes glancing to the south of them where a few straggling zombies slowly approached.
Even from here Brian could see the decomposed grey wads of flesh threatening to fall off the lot of them. It was becoming rare to find a fresh corpse these days unless one of your own turned.
Lara turned around and let out a brief sigh. "Damn it," she muttered as she dug out a old map they had found in a hotel a few months back from her back pocket. The map was wrinkled and tearing at the edges.
Brian crept closer as he peered down at the map while Lara grazed her fingers over a few more recognizable spots.
"We are right here." Lara said pointing to the street next to the grey squares marked as 'Creekview Apartments'. "She'll just have to meet us there I guess," Lara said as she trailed her index finger towards the highway. "If we get to the interstate we have a straight shot."
Brian didn't seemed too convinced as he glanced back and checked their perimeter. The zombies were beginning to to get closer. He didn't like the fact that Rachel had convinced Lara to go find their father. He'd of been content with just starting life over again in a secure little cottage just on the outskirts of the country and becoming the man of the house and feel helpful rather than just be some lousy backup boy who trailed Lara like a puppy dog.
Brain sneaked a peek at Lara and exhaled slowly. But if this is what she wanted, then by God he was going to stand beside her even if she didn't feel the same way.
"Okay," Lara said folding the map back up. "Let's go."
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 6:50 pm
Love_Kills S1owly Virra pulled the rim of her white cowboy hat closer down to her face in an effort to shield her eyes from the sun's beaming rays. Sleep hadn't fully found her last night, which really wasn't surprising, leaving the ever present feeling of exhaustion once again. "Everything still looking good?" John asked from beside a black truck, one the pair had been using for traveling for the past few months.The country girl rolled her eyes and leaned forward upon her knees, "of course it is! I wouldn't be sitting here calmly if it wasn't." Virra huffed loudly, her irritation getting the better of her. John always had her doing little meaningless tasks, like keeping "look out" upon the porch roof as of right now, even though they would have to be blind not to see trouble coming from their open spot next to the run down shop. She was getting tired of the arrogant man seeing her as an asset rather than a helping hand. John ignored Virra's attitude, something he was particularly good at doing, and continued to load the final bags of supplies into the bed of the truck. "All right, time to head out," he called, jumping into the driver’s side.Virra stood gratefully, dusting the back of her pants off with her hands before climbing down, not all that gracefully, from the roof top. She slid her way into the truck beside the soldier, resting back into its cloth seat comfortably, "so, the highway then?" The truck roared to life and John pressed his foot on the gas a few times, warming the engine before sliding the gear into drive. With a short nod John answered the girl, and then they were off.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 6:51 pm
The two headed towards the interstate that they found on the map only to find out the trip they thought would be but a hour was actually taking most of the day.
Lara circled around an abandoned car, keeping her sights trained on the corpses in the front two seats for any signs of movement. She had found a makeshift weapon from a chairleg and had been using that as her sole defense since Rachel had taken their only gun on her run. "This taking longer than I thought." she said to Brian, who was following her from behind and keeping watch for anything farther out.
"Yeah but it's better that we take our time rather than literally run into trouble." He commented back. Brian glanced over his shoulder for a moment. "Do you think we should find a place to crash for the night?"
Lara lowered her weapon, satisfied that the dead weren't going to awaken. "I want to at least get to that gas station Rachel was heading to before getting off the road." she said softly. "Maybe it took her too long to get there so she had to stay the night." The idea was hopeful at least and would make sense for the lack of her sister's absence.
"But what if she isn't there?" Brian asked.
Lara didn't want to think about that but forced herself to answer. "Then we continue on as planned. Rach wouldn't have abandoned us without a good reason, hopefull she'll meet us there if she isn't at this place."
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 6:52 pm
Love_Kills S1owly The world was growing cooler as the setting sun's rays sank farther down to the edge of the earth, dissapearing into oblivion. A black dusty truck, unmistakingly worn from excessive use, sat in a stasis in the middle of the cracked road, it's occupants uncaring of its current stopped location, because in these times, when would one actually run into any means of traffic - yeah, unlikely.
A gas can, it's red coloring severely diminished, shook loosely in the air, it's hollow answer to John's internal question leaving a displeased crease upon the man's face. With a low huff he returned the container to it's original location in the bed of the truck. "We're going to need to find some gas," the blonde called out, gaining the attention of the woman still slumped in the passenger seat. Virra sat foward out of her dazed almost slumbering state at these words, an identical expression mirroring her features. It was funny how something that seamed so simple long ago, was now something you would literally kill for. "Well how much is left in the tank?" the red head questioned, leaning towards the open window. "Barely an eighth. There should be a gas station soon, but if we can't make it we'll have to ruck it out," John answered, sliding back into the drivers seat and causing a resonating clank to errupt from the shutting of the rusty metal door. The woman groaned distastefully at the idea. In no way was she weak, but carrying large packs on your back for hours would be only a crazy person's enjoyment. John turned the key, kicking the truck back into a low rumbling state. They set off in the same direction once again, dust following closely behind them, hoping the siloute of a gas station would pop into view soon.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 6:53 pm
Brian saw the gas station just as soon as they cleared a block. It stood out like a fish out of water from it's surrounding buildings; covered in signs and paint from previous travelers making notes to their loved ones and friends. It looked abandoned.
The glass from the windows were shattered and jagged edges glistened against the sun's dying rays. "This looks bad." He said to Lara who seemed too eager to really pay attention to anything he was saying.
Brian grabbed Lara's hand just as she made an attempt to dash off for the front door. "Lara wait!" he begged. "We need to be careful."
Lara pulled her hand away from Brian. "My sister might be in there." she argued but quickly understood his reason to worry. "Look, you got my back. We need to get in there. What if she is hurt and can't get out?"
Brian frowned, unconvinced.
Lara gripped her chair leg and walked briskly towards the gas station. She peeked around quickly as she gained momentium and slightly jogged to the front door.
"Rach?" She called inside before stepping in. "Are you here?" Lara slowly took in her surroundings. The place was picked clean as scattered empty boxes were tossed around the room. Some shelves were tossed over and there was spoiled milk all over the floor. "Rachel?"
Brian walked in behind Lara, his bat held ready to strike at anything that jumped out at them. "Ssshh, Lara you don't know if anything is here."
Lara walked over towards behind the shelf and gasped. "No..." she softly cried. A zombie laid face first onto the ground with the back of it's head blown in. Fresh cougulated blood splattered the floor beside it.
Brian glanced downwards and sighed. "Is it a fresh kill?"
Lara nodded as she bent down and examined the area. It looked like it had been struggling to get at whoever it was after. "Yeah it is. I don't see any anyone else though."
"Maybe whoever it was changed and walked away?" Brian said. "Or maybe they got lucky. Do you think Rachel killed it?"
Lara shook her head. "No something like this had to come from a shotgun or something, not a pistol like she had." Lara looked up at Brian and grimaced. "Plus this came from behind. Someone shot it in the back of it's head." She stood up and wiped her face with her hand. "So where did Rach go?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 6:54 pm
Love_Kills S1owly Another hour of driving brought a far off siloutte of a number of buildings in the distance. Only a sliver of the sun still radiated over the earth, resulting in a darker, receding world. John eased off the gas pedal lightly, letting the truck cruise easily down the lonely road toward the town. It's two passengers eyed the surrounding land carefully as each building became larger and more pristine. "There should be a gas station along this main road," John clarified as they entered the cities limits. With a long exhalation of breath, Virra watched the empty streets, eyeing every passing building skeptically. Entering these new locations always sent the red head into a tense quesiness, an unpleasent feeling, it seemed, she would never outgrow much to her dislike and attempts at subduing it.The woman clasped her hands unexpertly around the hunting rifle - obviously her companions - in a meager hope to barry her escelating nerves. It didn't work.
Very few undead had been spotted by the pair. Most were gone for good, gunned down by previous living either escaping or scavenging, but a few still stood (barely) far distances down satelite roads to the one they currently traveled on. They had decayed to a point where moving anywhere was excessively troublesome, and doing so in a timely manner even more so. Those kind of zombies the girl had nicknamed "leaches" because she felt they resembled them in the way that they wouldn't be a problem unless you passed right by them, allowing them to grab feebily ahold. Even these, probably what one could call, weakest of walking dead made a horrible bile rise in her throat. "There's one," John pointed, effectively realing his passenger out of her thoughts.The gas station sat right off of the empty road, writings of many assortments and styles adorning it's blackening walls. Just in time, as the truck's fuel light had been shining for many miles now. Very slowly, the ex-soldier pulled the vehicle to a stop in front of the old 7 Eleven, parking it on the road, such as they did at every stop now. Pulling a ride up to a building or in the parking lot made for a more maze like escape, if one was ever needed. "I'll check for any gas, stay here," the man commanded taking his weapon back from Virra, who immediately shot his departing figure a sour look."Like hell," the woman retorted to the empty cabin. She wasn't going to continually sit around and have John do all the work, that would only encourage him more that she was a burden, and that wasn't acceptable. Grabbing the pistol sitting on the dash, the red head exited out the opposite side of the vehicle, her door banging, what seemed, extrmely lound in comparison to their silent surroundings. John eyed her disaprovingly as she half jogged around the front bumper and over to his side. Not that he didn't like a little help now and then, but some situations, he felt, were better done alone, and Virra swinging his M9 every which way and possibly using it only ment spent rounds that most likely missed or hit an ineffective limb. "What?" She spat quietly at him, causing the blonde to turn annoyingly to grab the empty cans in the bed of the truck before walking towards the pumps, hoping to find what they desired. Haughtily, she followed closely behind him, her green orbs darting around almost frantically. "I'm going to check inside," the slender woman whispered, earning her a shake of the head from her companion. John knew any attempts to stop her would fail. She was to stubborn when her mind was set on something to listen to reason. With small steps the red head moved closer to the station, the weapon in her hands at the "low-ready" position she had been taught a few weeks ago. Even though Virra tried to keep control of her nerves, she couldn't calm her uneven breathing as she neared the door. Already she could see evidence of a struggle in it's walls, whether it be from a long time ago or recently was the question. Ignoring her minds cries to return to the safety of the vehicle, the country girl pushed foward until her hand clasped around the handle, turning it slowly until it let out a faint 'click'.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 6:55 pm
The situation at hand felt onimious to the two. It was a dreaded feeling not knowing what may have happened or what will be happening later, a lonely desperate attempt to keep believing that things will get better rather than accepting the reality around them.
The sun was quickly setting and Lara knew that she and Brian needed to get to a safe shelter for them to call home for the night, but alas her mind was distracted with the concern for her sister's well being.
Brian glanced around the room and kicked at a few empty cans. It didn't seem likely that there were anything left for them to gather for food. Everything was either cleaned out or expired. It smelled horrible in there. "Lara we need to get going." he said to his partner.
Lara sighed as she turned around and began heading for the front door. "Ok, I think there was a-"
Brian suddenly grabbed Lara and pulled her down towards the floor. "Get down!"
"Why?" Lara whispered as she fumbled to the ground and glanced around for any signs of danger. She looked at Brian and followed his gaze towards the outside where the sound of a vehicle's doors were being slammed closed. "s**t, s**t, s**t!" she muttered. "What do we do?" she asked.
Brian looked over his shoulder. "There's no back exit."
"Maybe we can hide?" Lara whispered but tossed the idea as soon as she said it. "No, we don't have enough time."
Lara shuffled towards the front door and pressed herself against the side of the wall next to it. She gripped her weapon tightly and looked back at Brian.
Brian took over the other side, positioning himself to take cover behind the door and swing at anyone who came in second with his aluminum bat.
Lara's heart felt like it was beating a million miles a minute as her palms began sweating and breaths became ragged. She shut her eyes and made a quick silent prayer to her God for the people to just walk away, but when the door made a clicking sound of it being opened she went into action.
Eyes shot open and body turned ninety degrees as she raised her chair leg and brought it down with all her force the minute she saw a person walking through the front enterance.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 6:56 pm
Love_Kills S1owly Time is so simple, yet unconditionally complex. In the remaining world its importance dwindled to little more than the difference between night and day, in its previous position it was the universe itself. Everything was defined by time; years, months, weeks, days, all down to the last minutes, and even further, seconds. It outlined actions of entire civilizations. It was once a commanding force, one the world obeyed devotedly. People were told when to sleep, when to travel, when to work, and when to play. Countless had tried to gain the same level of prowess, but it stood, unconditionally the world’s foremost leader. At this moment in time, Virra felt like it had slowed, just for her pure enjoyment…maybe that wasn’t the right word, more so terror. The brunette felt she had a so called “out of body experience” as the door of the gas station creaked eerily open. The feeling wasn’t something the woman could explain; it was just one of knowing. Knowing there was something wrong the second her senses slowly started taking in the remnants of the building.
Like a slow motion scene from an ancient movie, the country girl suddenly saw a flash. She wasn’t sure what it was, and at the moment didn’t care. On this dying earth, there was no longer such a thing as a good surprise. It was always bad. The body took over; the mind shifted into an auto pilot mode that only comes out when basic animal instinct assumes control. The unknown object raced downward, its trajectory originally sighting on the dome of her head.
Virra ducked in an awkward twisting and falling motion, feeling a rush as the weapon (anything attacking her she assumed was a weapon, whether it be a rotting corpse or something of another nature) zoomed past her face, finally making contact on her left shoulder. Mid way of falling to the dirt below her, the two handed grip she had on the pistol instantly broke, but in a reactionary moment, her pointer finger of the hand still clasping the gun pulled back. The trigger met resistance, merely clicking lightly against the restraint rather than causing a shot to ring out loudly. The safety had never been switched off.
The red head hit the ground with a thud, and for a second everything seemed still, undisturbed almost, as if frozen in time. Then it came. Like a dam breaking into pieces against a torrent of vicious water, pain spread as fire does throughout Virra’s body, throbbing angrily and unexplainably loud. A mixture of a grunt and scream escaped her clenched teeth as she slammed her back downward, grasping at her shoulder with an m9 clad hand. “******** b***h!” She yelled out seethingly, not able to focus enough to see if a zombie would be pouncing at her writhing form now, or a human attacker. John jerked up at the yelling, diverting his searching eyes from the pumps to the front of the station, his hands already bringing the rifle up to his shoulder, prepared to fire. He was offset from the door, unable to peek inside, but very capable of seeing his companion jerking in pain upon the dirty concrete. With the gun trained expertly at the opening from his crouched position, the man called out, “I have a gun! Don’t touch her!”
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 6:57 pm
Lara's eyes nearly widened twice it's size as she realized who she had hit; a mere woman probably the same age as she. It was only but a flash of a second until she soon focused on what the other girl was holding. Reaction jolted Lara to strike her foot out and aim for the gun with the hopes to dislodge it from the stranger's hand. "Brian close the door!" she screamed as she began backing away.
Without waiting for another minute Brian pushed against the door with his shoulder regardless of the weight of the woman that had fallen against it. His hopes were that it would either trap her midway between into the gas station entrance or push her out entirely. "There's a guy outside!" he yelled, hearing the man's voice from just beyond the door.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 6:58 pm
Love_Kills S1owly John watched helplessly as Virra's gun clattered out towards the pumps, obviously dislodged by whoever hid within the stations walls. He sighed internally, glad they had not taken it for themeselves to train on him or his companion. After the door slammed closed, pushing the country girl ungracefully back out onto the lot, the blonde moved foward slowly, his weapon still trained evenly in the direction of the unknown attackers. His dark eyes darted to the thrashing woman, debating quickly in his mind his next move; consequently, his body kicked into action, practiced in combat ways. Dashing foward within a second he grasped out for the coller of Virra's dirty plaid shirt, backpedling the moment his fingers clutched around the fabric, still aiming the hunting rifle foward with his other hand and somehow managing to kick the pistol back farther away as well.
The pain from her shoulder was so grand that Virra barely registerd the handgun being kicked from between her twitching fingers. Luckily her current fetal like postion allowed for her to be rouphly pushed back from the store as the door clicked back into place, rather than being stuck between both if her legs had been stretched out. Not a minute later she was being dragged uncomftorably backwards across the concrete, grunting in detest.The pair stopped behind a wide colum that used to bear the wait of the awning over the pumps, with the brunette quickly resting back upon it's stable form. After his hand was free again, the ex-soldier returned it to its position on his weapon, crouching behind the solid pole as a means of protection. "Show me your hands!I won't hesitate to shoot!" He yelled out angrily.
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