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Post by Rae Beckham on May 21, 2010 20:29:51 GMT -5
What a fun loving bunch. Rae thought sarcastically to herself after overhearing the bit between Luigi and the new guy. All in all, the whole group didn't seem like they were rainbows and sunshine. It made everything feel...awkward.
Well, that just wouldn't do.
"So," she spoke up. "We're going to retrieve Dahlia's bear from a witch, right? Yeah. Anybody got a less disturbing plan than putting someone up as bait? Like, I don't know, maybe crowning her? Has anyone bothered to check if she was the kind that wondered around? Cause if she is, that'll give someone the chance to sneak by her and snatch the bear up."
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Post by Richard Wallace on May 25, 2010 23:50:51 GMT -5
Richard angrily tossed the jammed rifle on the ground and cursed out loud, fully aware of the presence of infected individuals lumbering nearby. The wooden shaft of the gun split apart and hit the carpet floor with an unexpected clang, startling him and most likely more zombies than he'd bargained for. Richard reached into the left pocket in his coat and pulled out a large handgun - a fully loaded silver Magnum; in case a horde came, he wouldn't go down without a fight.
The sound that quickly followed the cocking of his gun sent shivers down his spine - a horde, and larger than he'd ever seen. Richard silently cursed under his breath before drawing out the second Magnum from his right pocket, going akimbo at the quickly approaching and most likely, overwhelming horde of infected. He raised the gun and pulled the trigger, quickly following it with another seven shots until the entire clip was spent. Then he raised his right Magnum, took aim and began hurriedly firing. He was quickly running out of time as the gap between he and the horde began to shorten drastically.
Click.
The sound of the empty handgun made him realize how stupid he was for not packing up on ammunition at a previous safe house he was in. That was when he saw it - a rusty shovel lying on its side, propped against a chair in between. Timing it almost perfectly, Richard leapt toward the shovel and quickly regained his footing and using all his strength, slammed the back of the head into the front of the horde. The sound that came was both horrifying and satisfying as the tip of the shovel sliced cleanly into the head of multiple infected, decapitating the reanimated undead and shoving back the zombies that weren't killed to give Richard the time needed for a clearer hit.
It didn't take too long before the hideous pile of reanimated corpses were thrown into a pile and dumped in the corner of an examination room. Then, he heard it - the unmistakably saddening yet horrifying sobs of a witch. And it was close to Richard, the distance unknown.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on May 31, 2010 21:03:48 GMT -5
The child mostly ignored the argument between Luigi and the new man. Granted, everyone here was technically "new". But he was the "Newest" to her.
She immediatly turned her head towards the older girl, Rae. Now, her first impression of her was that she was a bit...Unfriendly. But now that she was talking about finding Mr. B, she seemed a lot more welcoming. Flashing a happy smile in her direction, Dahlia made a note to try talking to the older girl later. After they found her bear first, of course.
And speaking of which, a hollow crying soon reached the nine-year old's ears, sending chills down her spine. It seemed to be coming from the upcoming hallway, all they would have to do is turn a corner, and...
What if she was waiting for them around the corner? Granted, it didn't seem aggressive, but she doubted those long claws were to look pretty.
She also swore she could hear what sounded like gunshots not to far off, but it could have just been her.
But as she rounded the corner, there it was, wandering down the hallway, one hand covering it's face, and the other....
Holding onto Mr. B.
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The Director
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Post by The Director on May 31, 2010 22:05:10 GMT -5
Director, jogging at his nonchalant pace, caught up to the group just in time to hear Rae rattle off suggestions. “I don’t exactly know what the slang-term ‘crowning’ is,” he sighed, “but the original plan was for Mr. Viperelli to shoot her with a shotgun. However..” He spared a glance down the hall to where the ‘dentist’ was still lagging behind. “...I believe he is distracted.”
Ignoring the loner-mobster, Director turned instead to the corner ahead, where Dahlia had taken to staring forward at something around the bend. With the echoing sobs as a dead giveaway, Director strode ahead past the others and peered around the corner, following the child’s gaze to a Witch. Curiously enough, she was holding on to what he assumed to be Mr. B. (That was something to set the researchers on.)
“It doesn’t look like she will be letting Mr. B go anytime soon,” he observed. “Anyone care to volunteer a plan?”
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Rae Beckham
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Post by Rae Beckham on Jun 1, 2010 15:54:37 GMT -5
Rae, minding to keep a distance of two feet away from the 'Director', peeked around the corner. She couldn't help but roll her gray eyes.
"Well, that doesn't help solve our problem." She mumbled in a low voice. "She's walking, but holding the bear."
Luigi nodded from his place beside Dahlia. "Crowning her would be difficult with her moving like she is. Missing and pissing her off would mean a slow and painful death."
Rae leaned up against the wall with her arms crossed. "But it's one of our only other options. So....who's up for shooting a witch in the face?"
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Austin Murphy
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Post by Austin Murphy on Jun 1, 2010 16:52:12 GMT -5
Figuring he won't get a responce, Austin disbanded from his attempts in figuring out what happened to his college friend. He could tell that the teenager didn't really want to talk him and was afraid that any other attempt to make him speak would end up in a brawl. Besides, the rest of the group was catching up and the sobs of a witch was putting the team on guard.
So, Austin walked towards the Director and the teenaged girl, who were discussing on how to dispatch the witch. Austin smirked at the Director who didn't know what cRowning was (typical bueracrat),and after listening for awhile on their conversation, figured out that Mr. B was really a teddy bear (which was kind or disappointing to Austin, seeing the fact that they were risking their lives for a stuffed bear, but whatever). While blasting in the head would be the most reasonable solution, the fact that their shotgunner was still distracted and the witch was moving (making her a harder target); the team was in a pickle.
Well, frustatrated and starting to feel hungry, he grabbed one of his candy bars out of his vest and started to eat it. As he took a big bite on the chocolate bar, he started to think of the Midnight Rider song, Save Me Some Sugar. That's when it hit him, and he thought of a plan to savely dispatch the witch.
"How about we give it some sugar?" suggested Austin as he finished up his Hersheys.
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The Director
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Post by The Director on Jun 16, 2010 21:32:50 GMT -5
He should have expected; neither of his teammates’ plans were completely thought through. Well, Director thought with a mental shrug, nothing too difficult to handle.
“I mean no offense to you personally, Mr. Murphy,” he began, deciding to begin with the less-reputable plan, “but I wouldn’t trust a plan that has little to no credibility.
“On the other hand,” he said, shifting his gaze to Rae, “we have tested the effects of severe damage on Witches, and a close-range shotgun blast tends to work quite well. However, they react far too well from the front, so I wouldn’t recommend ‘shooting her in the face’.”
Sighing, he leaned against the wall and surveyed his teammates. “Someone go retrieve the shotgun,” he said. “Also, we still need someone to step up to this challenge.” He spared a sidelong glance to Luigi. “And before you ask, I’m afraid I have very little experience with shotguns, so I’m not suited for this task.”
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Austin Murphy
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Post by Austin Murphy on Jun 18, 2010 16:49:51 GMT -5
However, Austin was somewhat offended by the Director's statement. He's been surviving ever since the first outbreak and this man from Washington was questioning his creditials. And then he gives him a lecture on how to kill a witch. Austin knows how to kill a witch; he's killed more witches than well...he couldn't think of a good comparison, but still, he knew how to kill one. It's like a garbageman instructing a firefighter how to take out a fire. Unless the garbageman was a firefighter, you don't tell them how to do their job, especially if you don't have alot of experience.
Still, Austin kept his cool. While being polite and calm, he rebutted the Director, "Well, excuse me Mr. Director, but I have plenty experience when it comes to knowing and killing witches, so you don't need to tell me on how to kill witch. It's also been my experience with dealing with dumbasses that crowning a witch isn't all that simple. Sure one shell in the head will take that bitch out, but one miscalaculation and you'll be the floor begging for mercy as she shreads you from limb to limb, raping you metphorically, then quite literally. I also find it quite dangerous that you plan on capping her with a pump action. At least with semi-auto, if you mess up, you can still keep blasting her with lead by rapidly tapping that trigger. With a manual-action, like your pumpgun, you got to well...pump to fire a new shell, which wastes precious time, and if you don't get that headshot, you're boned."
Austin gave a short pause and continued towards explaining his plan, "Now, what I'm suggesting is an alternative plan that might save us ammo and human life. Witches seem to have a sweet tooth for sugar. Anything that reminds her innocence, she seems to be attacted to. Why do you think that witch over there is clinging on to that teddy bear? Because, unlike most the infected, she realizes what she has become and feels guilty for it, and anything could bring that memory back of human, she likes it. Well, that's my theory, but the point is that we can use this advantage to make it easier for ourselves. Now, I plan on laying this candy bar laying this candy some near the witch, not too close to startle her, but close enough for her notice. Now, if my theory correct, she will smell chocolate, head towards it, and then she'll start eating it. While she is distracted, if she dropped the teddy bear, we can just snatch it. If she still has it, since she'll be pretty busy eating that bar, we'll have a cleaner shot, for she'll be sitting still and witches seem to be less pissed off when they have sugar in their system. And I know that from experience."
Austin then took a pause. Clearly, what he said was a mouthful, but wasn't quite sure if the Director bought his plan. So, he decided add his final point to his grand scheme, "And if you want, I'll confront the witch. I am quite experience when dealing with these kind of things; I know how to use a shotgun, and if there is a snag in my plan, I'm quite energic. Plus, I'm a crazy son of a bitch."
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Post by Reilly Alexander on Jun 23, 2010 19:05:15 GMT -5
Reilly hesitated, still trying to get over the fact that they were discussing a battle plan against a lethal infected for a stuffed bear. Worse yet was how serious everyone was. He would have expected that Director, at least, would have refused to go along with things. When in Rome...
“I’m with Austie,” he finally decided, smiling. “He’s a bloke that sounds like ‘e knows what’s up.” He spared a glance towards Director (who simply stared, having nothing to say), before continuing, “I’ll go get the shotgun!”
He jogged back to where Paulie still stood and carefully pried the shotgun from his hands with a quick, meaningless apology. In no time, the Aussie was sprinting back towards the group with a grin on his face. This whole event sounded like a show to him.
“Right, then!” he exclaimed, slowing to a stop by his teammates and pressing the gun into Austin’s arms. “You go give it a burl, then. We’ll cheer you on, mate!”
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Austin Murphy
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Post by Austin Murphy on Jun 23, 2010 20:08:13 GMT -5
Grabbing the shotgun from the Aussie, he replied, "Thanks, mate." beforing handling it with care. The Remington felt right in his hands; and while more of a rifleman than a shotgunner, he knew how to use a 12 gauge, better than Dick Cheney. He then checked if the shotgun was loaded, which it was. After his inpection, he knew his weapon was ready for the daring challenge. He took off his AK, heavy vest, and bandoliar, for the weight of that extra ammo and his rifle would slow him down if anything bad happened. Striped to only his clothes and armed with a chocolate bar and a shotty, he was ready.
Slowly, he walked towards the crying witch. It's dreadful weeping drew shirvers down Austin's spine. Yet, he maintained his cool as he creeped closer and closer to the frail looking woman. Thinking he was close enough, he slowly opened the packaging of the sweet chocolate bar. The Hershey bar was naked; Austin drool. The candy looked delicious in front of him. "No, no, I can't eat it. I must focus on the mission," he thought to himself. Kneeling, he slid the bar across the cold, granite floor. It was a perfect toss; it passed the witch and stopped a few feet in front of the girl.
He then waited. At first, it seemed like the witch was ignoring the chocolate. But, as soon as it smelt it, it started to move towards it. She took the bait. Austin merely shot a "In your face" grin at the Director before stalking close to the target. By now, the witch was eating the candy bar and the sugar was having an effect towards her. She wasn't crying, the frail woman was relaxed and clamed. "That's what chocolate does to you," Austin though.
By now, the survivor was arms length towards the gray woman. The witch was still preoccupied, not knowing Austin was behind him. Austin drew the shotgun, aiming the sights directly at the back of her head. Pulling the trigger, the sound of thunder erupted in the airport as brain matter splattered all over Austin and the witch's last cry was heard among the group.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Jun 24, 2010 17:19:45 GMT -5
Dahlia watched as the grown-ups talked and talked about how they were going to deal with the crying lady. Dahlia didn't particularly understand, nor did she care, she just wanted her bear back!
However, she held her breath when Mr. Murphy went to go save the day, chocolate in hand. She also wished that she could have had some of that chocolate, but that wasn't as important as what the man was doing. He took his gun, aimed it at the distracted lady's head, and...
*Bam!*
With a shreik, she fell to the floor, blood pouring out of her head. The child had to look away at first, not used to seeing so much gore. But she quickly pushed aside those nautious feelings when she saw Mr. B on the floor, and she wasted no time running over to get him, picking him up and brushing a little but of dirt off him before hugging him tightly, ignoring the corpse beside her.
"Thanks Mr. Murphy!" She squeked before running back to the group and giving them similar thanks.
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Rae Beckham
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Post by Rae Beckham on Jun 28, 2010 16:44:03 GMT -5
"Look here," Rae said, approaching the Director. "I think it's time you started learning how to use a gun, 'cause if you don't you'll end up dead pretty soon. And-"
She cut herself off to watch the scene of the new guy with chocolate v.s the witch. The witch didn't put up that much of a fight, so it ended up with a hole blasted through it's skull. It wasn't long for Dahlia to come scurrying over to them, bear in hand and all smiles.
Rae blinked. "Well, that's one way of taking care of a witch." She gave the thumbs up toward Murphy. "Nice going!" she called out. "But now that we've got the bear back, how the hell are we gonna get out of here?"
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Austin Murphy
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Post by Austin Murphy on Jun 30, 2010 16:22:23 GMT -5
Austin stood there shellshocked. In his attempt to show off his witch-hunting skills, he allowed himself to get drenched in blood and brain matter. His immedate responce would be to run around and scream like that kid from Home Alone. However, since he was in the presence of people, he didn't want them to get drawed away by his phobia of blood. So, he just stood there, staring blanklessly down the hallway. His dramatic posing almost made him ignore the thanks from the little girl and the older girl, giving a nod and shaking "You're welcome" before walking back to get his stuff.
As he strapped his vest back on, he asked, "Does anyone have a towel?"
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Post by The Director on Jul 5, 2010 16:03:57 GMT -5
Before Rae could even complete her (completely unnecessary) accusation, a cacophonous blast from the shotgun rang through the airport, bouncing off the walls like a rubber ball. It almost completely drowned out the Witch’s dying cry, but a short spattering of blood added a finishing touch.
Rather than holding a grudge or continuing to argue for his own side, Director felt it was more sensible to chalk down this ‘sugar’ idea for research. ‘Amazing what the survivor grapevine has come up with,’ he thought. Maybe they’d be better researchers than the apathetic, in-the-box scientists.
He offered Dahlia a curt nod as she ran by and sent a negative shake of the head to Austin before addressing Rae’s issue: “As for an escape, one tank of gas could very easily bring us all to the headquarters in Chicago,” he suggested. “I know for a fact that they have set up accommodations for carriers.”
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Austin Murphy
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Post by Austin Murphy on Jul 20, 2010 20:22:56 GMT -5
Seeing the fact that nobody cared for his request for a towel, he decided to scavage for one. Looking down, he found a suitcase. He opened up the suitcase and there he found a perfectly folded towel, along with the neatly folded clothes. Austin took the towel and wiped the crimson blood off of his face and shirt. Feeling relieved that the blood was off of him, he dropped the towel on the ground and went off to conduct a plan with the Director.
Appearatly, the man in the suit has a car but he lacks the gas to run it. While Austin understood the need to escape, he didn't understand the Director's premise that he'll find salvation in Chicago. Clearly, there was going to be difficulty driving there, especially since the highway was going to be clogged by the river of abandoned cars. And if they reach the city limits, he dought the welcome would be friendly; instead the welcoming party would be a pack of paranoid scientists that wish to disect them or better yet a horde of hungry zombies. Still, he decided in the good nature of himself, that he would help the group reach Chicago.
"Well, unless car can run a jet fuel, your kind of out of luck," intervened Austin, "However, if I were you and I needed gas, I would check the parking garage. I'm pretty sure those rental company keep a feel spare tanks around. That or we could find a car full of gas and take it. Either way, it sounds like a good enough plan." Then he pulled out another candy bar from his vest and asked, "Chocolate?"
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