Roy Bivenmeijer
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"Because I'm used to killing animals"
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 20, 2010 17:53:24 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]After the initial shock of their Epic and highly coincedental meeting, all of the survivors got properly introduced while cramming themselves into a saferoom in an Armani Botique. After much deliberation (about five minutes, but hey, when being raided by zombies, that's a pretty long time) they decided to split up, one group staying in the mall to scavenge meds and first aid supplies, while the other high tailing it to the local Wal-Mart in search of food and Ammo. The tertiary objective was a way out, but at a Wal-Mart, what're the chances of that..?[/glow]
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 20, 2010 18:30:19 GMT -5
“Aw, man, this reminds me of Liberty Mall, all the way back down in Georgia,” Keith exclaimed, staring at the store that seemed to stretch on forever. “Me an’ Ellis were gonna get Jimmy Gibbs Jr.’s autograph, then see the Midnight Riders! Damn apocalypse ruined that, though.”
Unsurprisingly, the automatic doors into the boutique were broken. Not just in the sense that they didn’t move, either: the glass itself was shattered into pieces. Keith rose onto his toes and took his steps carefully. “Watch that glass, fellas,” he warned. “This one time, I drove my car off a cliff for a dare ‘cause I needed the fifty bucks, but that windshield was made of freakin’ paper, man! I smashed right through it, broke both my legs and got more cut up than the time me an’ Ellis made bumper cars outta ridin’ mowers.” He grinned at the memory. “Best damn ride I ever had.”
In a fortunate turn of events, Keith snapped out of his reverie in time to check the Wal-Mart’s population before the population checked them. The mall was filled with people who’d been in a rush to resupply and who’d passed on the infection faster than if a cloud had up and rained disease on the town.
“Whoop, heads up,” he said with a smirk. “Mall’s already zombie-fied.”
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Roy Bivenmeijer
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"Because I'm used to killing animals"
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 20, 2010 18:43:28 GMT -5
"Keith. Can this wait?" Roy was shispering, hopefully not loud enough to alert any of the infected. "Keep talkin like that and you're gonna have every zombie for two city blocks on us" He then paused to wonder if Keith, being from Georgia, had any idea what a city block was...
"Alrighty, how we doin' this guys? I say ammo first, then food." Roy stopped for a second, hearing a faint wailing coming from the direction of the combination gun store and one stop booze shop. "I suppose the gun store is where all the zombies are hmm... Fuck irony..." His Thirty-odd-Six hung over his shoulder, a bit worse for wear after his smoker incident (sp?). THe scope had broken and his ironsights were bent out of place, so the gunshop held double the meaning to him...
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Post by Mason Breaker on Jan 20, 2010 19:06:43 GMT -5
"Gotta agree with Roy, Keith, keep it down."
Mason had followed up from behind, making sure that nothing was stalking them. Like another Hunter.
"Hold on boyos, wrote down a list of what we really need." He held up a finger to motion for them to do just that, then fished out a small piece of paper.
"Now, let's ave' a look here.... Canned food, dry food, water, water flavoring if we can, as much ammo as we can cram, batteries, and...... more ammo. Oh, and maybe some sorta vehicle, if we can."
He tucked the list away. "Seeing as how ammo is listed twice, I say we get ammo first, get the other essentails, then head back for more ammo. Sound good? And while I'm at it, see any Specials, Keith? I don't want any Jockey-Boomer combos."
He hoisted his shotgun, ready for the inevitable chance that something would get a bit screwy.
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 20, 2010 19:30:15 GMT -5
Keith simply rolled his eyes. “Y’all just want an excuse ta shut me up,” he accused, keeping his normal, non-whispering voice. One of the closer zombies took a moment to contort it’s face in agony before throwing up on a potted plant, but none of the others seemed to notice the entering group. “Alright, I’ll pipe down.”
Keith listened quite patiently (though he did begin tapping his foot and checking his imaginary watch as Mason rolled into his list) until both men were finished. “Well, I was gonna vote towards gettin’ some eatin’ first,” he sighed, “but that’s one against two. I guess we’ll take your plan.
“Oh, but for a vehicle, leave it to me.” He smirked, already delving back into his memory-land. “I saw one of them C-E-D-A vans in th’ parkin’ lot. Dave an’ Ellis taught me how ta hot-wire a car once. I remember this one time, we were up in Quebec, Alaska, an’ we stole the gov’ner’s limo ‘cause I drove our car off that cliff I was talkin’ about an’ we didn’t have enough money to get back home so–”
Keith stopped, realizing that Mason had spoken of topics besides car-jacking. “Oh, right.” A quick survey of the area revealed no specials, but Keith thought he could hear distant laughter. “Which one was the Jockey again? Was it that little crazy squirt or th’ hoodie guy?"
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Roy Bivenmeijer
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"Because I'm used to killing animals"
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 20, 2010 19:39:24 GMT -5
He just can't help himself, can he.... Roy, after Keith's proclamation about the 'One-to-two' vote, headed off in the direction of the gun shop.
"Mason, watch the back, hm? Keith, you... watch the... middle? Try not to let any speial infected come at us, 'right?" Roy was astonished at the southerner's lack of intelect, but hey, he was a good shot at least. As long as he kept them alive, he'd be worth it...
The incessant moaning and wailing increased in volume as they proceded, like a siren getting closer. He put a finger to his lips, signaling silence and then proceded on tip-toe, hoping to god the psychotic bitch didn't notice them, or Keith didn't go into another story based off the lawnmowers they were now passing. But seriously, who has stories about LAWNMOWERS...
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Post by Mason Breaker on Jan 20, 2010 20:07:47 GMT -5
"Alright, so we'll let Keith handle getting the ride, and now for the ammunition."
Mason fell to the back of the group as requested. As Keith had stated, he did hear the Jockey, but it didn't sound anywhere nearby, so they had some time till' then. The Witch on the other hand.....
Was right in their path to the gun section.
"Shit...." Mason whispered. "She's right in our damn way!"
He glanced around for an alternate route, and to his relief, he did see an alternate, albiet longer route. The downside to that was the risk of more infected, althoughit seemed they were already beginning to take notice.
"We need to make a decision quick. Either we go around, or I'll crown her. Someone make a choice."
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 20, 2010 20:20:41 GMT -5
Keith beamed with pride upon being granted the privilege of securing a ride. “An’ I got dibs on drivin’, too!” He didn’t bother mentioning that he’d lost his license even before the apocalypse or what for. Unnecessary information, by his standards. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them (yet).
Upon hearing the Witch, Keith smirked. “Aw, shit, I remember these crying chicks!” he exclaimed. “I was walkin’ through this farm in Tennessee or somewhere by there and there was like twelve of ‘em all havin’ a tea party! I woulda died except–”
An increasing growl encouraged Keith to cut his tale short. The Witch, who had begun to rise up at the noise, settled down once the room was quiet once more. Maybe ten seconds later, she had resumed her sobbing. “Anyway,” Keith said, smartly lowering his voice to a whisper, “I can sneak right past ‘er, no ammo needed. Better at least see if anythin’s left. You Ohio people are damn greedy, I tell ya.” He glanced over to the store, already planning his break-in.
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Roy Bivenmeijer
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"Because I'm used to killing animals"
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 20, 2010 20:35:22 GMT -5
"My vote's to keep goin this way. Even if she sees us, we've got enough ammo to get to the gun shop right across the hall, right?" Whispering even lower now, as he'd approached the Witch even more so, he attempted to merely skirt her field of view. Slowly he moved past her, barely breathing, his heart so hopped up on adrenalin he wondered if this is what Heroin was like. He'd have to ask Keith later...
Having safely reached the alcove that sheltered him from the Witch's view (which was also the door to the gunstore, he almost audibly cursed. Padlocked with an alarm light blinking in the background.
He could pick locks, but he'd need the right stuff... he wondered if keith would have... or even if he could pick locks. Could they risk breaking the window and setting off the alarm with the witch so close? Could they risk braving the rest of the store without Ammo was the real question. If Keith only had a bobby pin, he'd never criticize the poor southerner again. Well... except maybe for his homosexual tendencies but... Really, who wears a sky blue scarf...
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Post by Mason Breaker on Jan 20, 2010 21:10:17 GMT -5
"Alright, but remember boyos; Move quickly and quietly" He whispered, putting great emphasis on "quietly", all the while keeping his gaze on Keith. "And also, like hell you're driving! From your stories, I wouldn't even let you near a bike! I intend on getting back in one piece, thank you."
Not really concerned with what Keith had to complain with that (Although he shouldn't, cause if what he said was true, then he should understand Mason), Mason went ahead and motioned for Keith to follow him. Despite his greater size, he managed to creep around the crying bitch with her only getting up to snarl at him before sinking back down.
Once he reached Roy, he noticed the alarm on the door.
"Who went through the trouble of locking this? Of all times?" He whispered. Glancing around, he noticed that more infected were beginning to take notice.
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 20, 2010 21:26:12 GMT -5
Keith frowned upon seeing everyone else dash past with ease (he’d thought that was his expertise, but couldn’t suppress a grin when he saw them stop at the alarmed door. In a heartbeat, he leapt straight past the Witch without a care and slid to a clean stop inches away from the door.
“Stand aside, fellas!” he announced in a loud whisper. “I got this one!” He retrieved a paperclip (a bent and discarded one he’d spotted and saved for these occasions) and went right to unlocking the door. “I’m a pro at this stuff!” he explained casually, picking away at the lock with the skill of a Self-Proclaimed Professional Hobo. “One time, my girlfriend locked herself out, an’ I picked her lock with just a fake fingernail. She wa’nt to happy ‘cause I broke it, but she didn’t try an’ poison me so I think she was cool with it.”
Just as he finished up his story, the lock clicked open. With a grin to rival Lil’ Peanut, he swung the door open to only the ‘ting’ of a bell. The Witch flinched at the sound, but didn’t react besides, allowing Keith to proudly saunter into the store and motion for his teammates to follow.
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Roy Bivenmeijer
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"Because I'm used to killing animals"
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 20, 2010 21:41:29 GMT -5
Entering the store, he immediatly set to the task of replacing his gun. "Thirty-odd-Six... let's see what's on the top o' the line these days..." Roy was merely muttering to himself now, inspecting all the new models intently. He finally decided on a new Semi-Auto version of his old one, complete with extended Mag and night-and-day vision scope.
"Thanks Keith... You need a new gun? Watchu' packin' anyway?" He asked, popping the trigger lock off the gun with ease (as he owned the store brand trigger-lock himself).
He glanced at the display case, lookin to see what kind of sidearms he could "aquire". Innediatly he spied a .44 magnum, and hopped the counter to seize his prize. Only after retrieving his prize did he realize he was standing in a pile of disgusting something of other...
"Uuh, guys? Ammo up, cause I think there MIGHT be a bomer around..." Sure enough the employee's door in the corridoor behind the counter was forced open, locks melted away...
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Post by Mason Breaker on Jan 20, 2010 21:57:20 GMT -5
Mason just stared for a few moments at Keith, not believing how easy it had been for him. But he didn't dwell on it long.
Stepping inside, he almost felt giddy. Before this apocolypse, these kind of things really never got his interest, but now....
He immediatly loaded himself up with more buckshots than he had money in his wallet. And he only had a twenty and two fives.
Regardless, he also decided that it might be a good idea to grab a new (And more powerful) sidearm. Striding over to Roy, he searched around the counters for a bit before finding....Nothing worth getting.
"Damnit..... Hey, if you see another .44, Roy, lemme' know."
He looked over to Roy, noticing that he was looking intently at....
"Augh... Yuck." Boomer bile. But he heard no gurgling.
"Buuuurrrpppp......"
Shithelldamnitall. As if on cue, the Boomer waddled around the corner, stopping once it saw the trio. It leaned back and.....
Mason knew what was coming next.
"Boomer's pucking!" With that, he dived around the counter as it spewed.
And then he heard the Jockey. Then it struck him.
"Wait a second! Boomer Jockey combo!"
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 20, 2010 22:20:03 GMT -5
Keith had just been about to inspect his own arsenal when he heard Mason’s yell. Surprised that this was a zombie title that he could remember, he looked up just in time to get coated in a splattering of puke.
“Aw, hell!” he exclaimed, his voice (as well as Roy’s ensuing curses) immediately drowned out by the roar of dozens of zombies (all of them had been secretly waiting hours for this very moment). Even though he could barely see, Keith instinctively know that this wasn’t going to turn out well.
Hoping to at least put a wall behind his back, Keith dashed over to where he recalled the room’s corner to be located (he nearly slammed into a wall and slipped on the puke, but he made it nonetheless) before crouching down, readying his hunting rifle and shooting down the shapes that were running crazily towards him. Any that got to close received a whack to the face (albeit a fairly weak one that only made them stumble back one step, but that was enough time for Keith to squint through the puke and shoot them down).
Though he was taking plenty of hits (he was gonna need a band-aid or two), Keith felt he was doing pretty well for himself. He could hear that laughter again, but honestly, when you’re surrounded by ravenous zombies , you don’t focus on much else.
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Roy Bivenmeijer
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 20, 2010 22:32:27 GMT -5
"Fuckin hell, that's nasty!" Another string of curses escaped his mouth as Roy was pushed into a wall by a mass of clawing hands. Once again reaching for his trusty machete, he found it had slipped through its makeshift sheath and was now somewhere on the ground.
"Aw hell..." Roy started firing into the black blob that he assumed were zombies in front of him, seeing white (or rather, green through the bile) spaces appear momentarily before being closed up by another zombie body. He could hear Keith cussing a little ways to his left, so he tried not shooting in that general direction, but hadn't the faintest idea where Mason was.
He's big, he can take a shot... Roy kept firing, exausting the better part of his magazine on the encroaching mob. A large hand cut a nice line down his cheek and he had a few nicks and bruises, but before he had fully regained his vision, another shape louded his view.
"Shit, jockey's ridin' me!" Barreling through the cluster of zombies, he attempted to get out in the open, resisting the little creep while clawing at it furiously.
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