The Director
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Post by The Director on May 3, 2010 20:58:03 GMT -5
Not willing to argue, Director let the little teen snatch the molotov and run off to do something idiotic. While Luigi sprinted off, the businessman took the moment to stand up, brush away from dust, and begin walking in the opposite direction. By the time Luigi returned, the head of CEDA was ready to move.
“I hope you’re happy Director!,” the teen shouted. “I was the bait, now you can deal with the tank!”
“Well, I wouldn’t particularly say I’m happy,” Director sighed, trying his hardest to ignore the teen’s shrieking, high-pitched voice, “but I suppose now is as good a time as any.” The man eased himself into a jog, hoping to put some distance between himself and the beast and give it some time to burn out. ‘One one-thousand. Two one-thousand. Three one-thousand.’
And then a surprise: Just a little ways down the hall was another survivor (There really ought to be some research on which states had high survivor-counts...); better still, it was a well-armed survivor. Noting under his breath that the airport crew wasn’t particularly packing a punch firepower-wise, the kind man filled the Tank full of lead. Director noted with slight amusement that the bullets appeared to be exploding into the Tank’s skin, and the beast was not happy about that.
As the army man (God bless the armed forces) rushed out to distract the beast, Director took his chance to move behind their newfound ally and whip out his magnum to blast the thing. (He didn’t have enough assault-rifle bullets to waste on the thing.)
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Post by Reilly Alexander on May 3, 2010 21:00:23 GMT -5
Using the quick wit he was slowly regaining, Reilly managed to catch on that currently, his group was up to something involving bears and gasoline. An odd combination, but he could roll with it. No problem. He was all set to head on this bear-gas mission when Luigi suddenly sprinted off with a molotov.
The ground was already beginning to rumble when Luigi raced back, shouting something back at Director as he ran. Apparently, Reilly mused, the two didn’t get along well. However, this was no time for musing.
Being used to running and hiking and generally going place, Reilly swiftly broke into a sprint away from the approaching Tank, loading a fresh clip into his rifle before jogging backwards and shooting on the run. (Fortunately they had help. He made a mental note to thank the new guy if they all got through it.)
“Bloody hell,” the Aussie spat, eyes widening as the thing started tearing out a chunk of the tiled floor. “What'd I miss?”
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Austin Murphy
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Post by Austin Murphy on May 5, 2010 21:34:45 GMT -5
Ra-ta-ta-ta
The explosive rounds bursted upon impact of the tank's armored hide, shredding his flesh in a mist of red. By now, he was next to the man in the suit. He was calm and relaxed, as he fired chorne-plated magnum at the abomination. The young college student admired his cool attitude and his impressive handgun. Though, the man seemed familiar to Austin. Not that he met him in person, but he seen him before, like on news or something.
-click-
The magizine in his rifle ran out. While the firepower of the experimential ammo and magnum rounds did a toll against the inferno tank, the giant was still enraged with fury. Just as Austin was about replace his dry mag with a new one, he heard the Aussie saying, "Bloody hell," as the Tank was tearing a huge chuck of tiled floor.
Calmly, Murphy looked over to the man in the suit and suggestion, "Sir, we may want to jump out of the way."
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Post by Paul "Big Paulie" Viperelli on May 6, 2010 18:59:10 GMT -5
Shotgun in hand, Big Paulie made his way toward the Tank. For his first few steps, he placed five rounds in the Tanks face, years of practice leading to extreme accuracy. Having come into range, Paulie switched to the shotgun. The large man palmed the shotgun easily, treating the riot gun like a very large caliber pistol. Thanks to this mew addition to the team, the Tank was focused on the Director and Paulie managed to get nice and close before letting a few shots go. The gun had a nice kick, but Paulie managed to prevent the Shotgun from becoming an Anti-air weapon (instead stopping it at the Tanks head).
"So, no time fa' introductions, huh?" Paulie chuckled over the Roars of the Tank (or what were becoming death keens, what with the lead being unloaded into it's grotesque body). "Paulie Viperelli, though I've gotten Big Paulie More often then naught, ah? Dr.Viperelli, DDS" He said with a loud chickle, unloading a few more rounds into the tank as it fell to the ground. "Now, where the hell's the Hoard, huh? I wanna break out the knives."
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The Director
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Post by The Director on May 9, 2010 20:03:46 GMT -5
“I concur,” Director said with a nod, taking a break from shooting the Tank to glance behind him. The hallway didn’t offer and rooms as prospective hideouts, but it was decorated with alternating drywall columns on either side of the wall, plenty big enough to duck behind.
His plan set, the man swiftly moved to the shelter of the pillar, pressing himself against the wall until the resounding ‘thud’ of floor crashing against the wall informed him that he was safe for the time. Despite the wall’s slight buckling against the pressure and a small cloud of powder escaping the pillar (thankfully, out the side adjacent to Director’s spot), the column stood strong. Better yet, as the sound of crumbling floor tile faded, the dying groans of the Tank (ever-so-familiar to the head of CEDA) echoed through the hallway, inspiring the man to desert his position and return to his teammates.
He was just in time to hear Viperelli cheerily wonder where the zombies were. “Much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, Mr. Viperelli,” Director sighed, brushing a few flecks of drywall off his suit, “I’d rather not wish for this city’s ill population to chase us down.” Figuring he ought to continue the introductions, he strolled over to the group’s newest addition and extended an amicable hand. “I am the Director of the Civil Emergency Defense Agency,” he said, growing tired of the phrase after the third repetition. “Simply ‘Director’ will suffice.”
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Austin Murphy
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Post by Austin Murphy on May 9, 2010 22:23:12 GMT -5
With that said, the young adult drove over to the side, leaping into a small kiosk, while nearly dodging the large debris. Upon hearing the crash, he looked up to see if the gentleman took his advise. Expectively, Austin did see that the mysterious man took his advise and found security behind a pillar. However, while taking safety did prevent the two from getting crushed by concrete, the tank was now targeting the Pennsylvanian and he knew the wooden paperstand won't hold up against one bad tank. He swiftly reloaded his rifle and made a mad dass to get out of the kiosk.
But just as the monster was about to rush through the booth, the huge man in the group, armed with a shotgun, got in front of the beast and started to blast the tank in the face. The buckshot was effective, and after several shells, the inflamed tank was burned out. The man chuckled, and with an Italian accent, he introduced himself, "So, no time fa' introductions, huh? Paulie Viperelli, though I've gotten Big Paulie More often then naught, ah? Dr.Viperelli, DDS"
Austin got out of his safety booth and went to greet the "doctor." Next to him was the burnt, bloody corpse of the tank. Despite the slayed beast being shredded to a pulp by gunfire, the warying survivor tried not to notice horrid ex-creature and brought his attention to Paulie, who was pumped up for a bigger a fight. "Now, where the hell's the Hoard, huh? I wanna break out the knives," he taunted.
Austin merely smiled at the cockiness of the Italian. "Well for some doctor, you're one hell of a fighter," remarked Austinas he slunged his rifle over his shoulder, "Do you have a PHD in kicking ass?" However, the man in the suit promptly entered in, wishing that Paulie shouldn't hex the group. Then in a rather repicitive way, the man brought out his hand and introduced himself, "I am the Director of the Civil Emergency Defense Agency: Simply ‘Director’ will suffice."
Austin was quite surprised; the Director of CEDA was standing in front of him. He has heard of him; possibly one of the most mysterious men in Washington. He has seen his face before in a few blogs and heard about him from George Noory, but nobody knows anything about the man, even his real name, other than he's in charge of CEDA. It seems strange for such high level bureacrat to be in this sorta situtation, for he should behind a desk trying to control the hellfire.
Not wanting to leave him hanging, Austin firmly shook the Director's hand and introduced himself, "The name is Austin Murphy, though if we are going by codenames, you can call me Gunnut."
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on May 16, 2010 20:04:10 GMT -5
Luigi slowed down when the threat of the tank was over. He rejoined the others in time to see that there was a new survivor introducing himself. He didn’t say anything to the new guy as he reloaded his submachine gun.
“Okay, tank’s dead. Can we find Mr. B and move on with our lives?” he asked impatiently.
Not waiting for a reply, he took off down the hallway. He swore these people were going to get him killed. Obviously they didn’t know how to properly survive a zombie apocalypse.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on May 17, 2010 19:23:11 GMT -5
Dahlia was quick to follow Luigi, not wanting to stray far from her hero. Eyes wide, she was full of questions that she wanted to ask. Like, "Why was that man so big?" "Where was his jaw?". But she kept quiet, fidgiting slightly. She was quite awake now, excitement being the one thing keeping her awake. But not liking the silence, she looked up at Luigi and asked the most common question of all time;
"So where are you from?"
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Austin Murphy
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Post by Austin Murphy on May 17, 2010 21:06:52 GMT -5
Austin watched the young teenager impatiently scroll down the hallway, only to be followed by a little girl. Clearly, they were searching for a fellow named Mr. B. Was he some sorta VIP that the group was searching for? Austin didn't really know, nor did he care. However, he was concerned for the two "younglins" who were rushing down the mysterious hallway. The group has just dealt with a tank and now he wants to get ahead, while not knowing that there might be horde or a pack of SI waiting for a perfect ambush. Austin has already seen enough blood from the mistakes of his fallen comrades; he is not going to allow these people to die. "Hey kid," he shouted as tryed to catch up, unknowing that the young girl was speaking,"You shouldn't go of ahead too quickly. That's how you die."
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Post by Reilly Alexander on May 17, 2010 21:36:55 GMT -5
Reilly had been a bit worried at first, what with the giant monster chasing them down and tossing around chunks of rocks as big as he was, but eventually things died down a bit. The new guy shot it full of lead, Director escaped injury like the corporate sneak he was, and Paulie blasted the Tank to high-hell with enough shotgun rounds to drop an elephant or two.
Then, with hardly a transition between life-and-death situation and casual chit-chat, everyone ran straight into introductions. Paulie kicked it off with a dentist lie, Director followed with his occupation title, and the stranger turned out to be Austin Murphy (or 'Gunnut', if he went by the ‘code name’, which was doubtful).
Reilly scratched his arm absently, trying to ignore an all-too-familiar itch. The last thing he needed was to slip off for a shot and get himself lost. ‘Maybe’, he assured himself, forcing his arms to hang by his sides, ‘I can distract myself...’
Fortunately, his teammates seemed more than willing to follow a short attention-span: Luigi was off in an instant on some search for a ‘Mr. B’ (that brought up a few questions), with Dahlia following behind. Soon, even new-guy Austin was on the run.
“‘Ey!” the Aussie shouted, glancing momentarily to his other (older) companions before deciding to roll with the flow. (Even as he sprinted to catch up, however, he heard the Director follow a little ways back.) “Don't go an' leave me behind eithah! I still dunno who this Mistah B is!”
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on May 19, 2010 19:04:07 GMT -5
Ignoring Austin altogether, Luigi instead answered Dahlia.
“I’m from Fairfield Pennsylvania,” he told her with a smile. “The place where the scary people started out. My brothers and I never got to finish our sophomore year of high school when the infection broke out. Big Bro. and I joined up with Bill, Francis, Louis, and Zoey. Together, we managed to get out of Pennsylvania and all the way to Georgia where…things didn’t go as planned.”
He stopped talking as he focused on the path ahead. Sadness was already bubbling inside him and he didn’t want to cry in front of the others, or Dahlia.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on May 19, 2010 20:01:33 GMT -5
Happy that Luigi was telling her about himself, she listened contentedly as he talked about him and his friends, but soon noticed that he just trailed off. Looking up, the child saw... Sadness? Why was Luigi sad?
Well, if there was one thing that Dahlia had learned, giving a hug helped shoo away the gloom, and so, in typical child fashion, gave him the best hug-around-the-waist that she could manage without knocking them both over.
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Austin Murphy
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Post by Austin Murphy on May 19, 2010 20:46:17 GMT -5
Austin adored the sight of the young girl hugging the young teen. He started to smile, but hid it under the cover of his hand. But then, he remembered that the teenager mentioned that he was from Fairfield.
Slowly, Austin removed his hand off his chin and slowly pointed at the kid. "Did you say you were from Fairfield because I'm from there," he asked as he placed his hand over his chest. "Because it's nice to see that another person from there made it out of there alive."
Well, technically, he was really born and raised DuBois, which was in Northern Pennsylvania. However, when Austin turned 18 and graduated from high school, he packed his clothes, bought his books, grabbed his rifle, and moved to Fairfield to attend college there. During his two years as a college student, while the work was hard, he did his best to have fun. While he didn't goto many parties or get wasted (for the taste of alcohol to him was too bitter for him), he did end up in some of the craziest situations while hanging out his ROTC buddies. But the greatest but shortest moment of his College career was when he met the greatest friend during the beginning of his Junior year, which would be cut short. This prompted Austin to ask the teenager, "Did you say you know Zoey?"
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on May 21, 2010 16:11:18 GMT -5
To say the least, Luigi wasn't expecting to be hugged. Feeling a little better, he hugged Dahlia back. However, his mood completely soured when 'Austin' tried conversing with him. Rudely turning his back to said survivor, the teen continued down the hall with his bright blue eyes scanning for any signs of the infected.
"Did you say you know Zoey?"
He stopped at this. Hands curling into fists, Luigi was almost tempted to whirl around and shoot the guy point-blank in the forehead. Pushing away his anger, he turned around slowly, his face oddly cold.
"I'm sorry I didn't know we were talking," he murmured snidely. "And no, I don't know who Zoey is."
With this said and done, he focused his attention back to the hall.
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Austin Murphy
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Post by Austin Murphy on May 21, 2010 17:45:37 GMT -5
Austin knew that wasn't actually a straight answer. Unknownly, Austin didn't catch on to the kid's agitated state and presisted to ask. "Well, that's strange," replied Austin, "because if I remember correctly, and to quote you 'I joined up with Bill, Francis, Louis, and Zoey.' Unless, we talking about another Zoey, I'm pretty we're talking about the same girl."
Austin wasn't sure why he wouldn't drop the subject. Maybe out of all the people he knows, Zoey is the only person he has heard news about in the last few weeks. He knew his mom and dad was dead, many of his friends were slaughtered, and his siblings were MIA. Any news on anyone that he cared about was as important to him as ammo and food. It was the hope that some of his friends and family survived that keeps him moving.
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