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Post by Mason Breaker on Apr 15, 2010 19:41:04 GMT -5
Moro's dissapointment wasn't unnoticed. Mason was watching her roaming around the room with a careful eye, his promise to her still in his mind.
My gun's watching you then.
His promise to kill her if she started to turn. Not just display symptoms, but actually started becoming a damn zombie. Although....... He wasn't surprised by this, but he didn't want to do it. He didn't want to hurt Moro, much less kill her, but he had made a promise. And he was not exactly proud of it.
Speaking of Moro, she had taken an expression of fright and ran to the bathroom, the sounds of being sick very plain.
Sighing, he set down his almost finished sandwich and made his way to the bathroom, finding Moro looking over her arms, the scabs now a sickly green.......
And she had been so healthy for the past few days.......
Saying nothing, he simply put a hand on her shoulder for a few moments, his face etched with concern and compassion for the younger woman. Now, he held no romantic feelings for her, it was more of the kind that one might show to a sister, a cousin, a daughter, a neice. Family.
Giving a gentle squeeze, he turned away and stood in the front door to the cabin, looking out into the woods.
"Whatever.....Gods are out there...... Show some mercy..."
He didn't know how much more they could all take......
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Post by Shane Richardson on Apr 16, 2010 16:52:26 GMT -5
Shane went over how things were going in his head as he made his way into the kitchen. He was still wet, Roy still probably wanted to rip his lungs out, he and Mason seemed to be somewhat getting on good terms, Kameko was asleep, and Moro was in the kitchen with Tara and Keith. A sigh made its way from his lips.
How were they going to survive this zombie apocalypse if they don’t learn to follow the general rule: Stick together and help each other out even if you don’t like that person?
Just as the teenager boy was making it to the end of the stairs, Moro zipped past him so fast he swore his hair blew back from the wind. Confused, Shane glanced back to see her disappearing in the bathroom followed shortly by the sounds of puking. At first he didn’t want to go check on Moro because Shane himself was queasy when it came to things like throw-up, but Moro was his teammate and, even though he didn’t like her all that much, he knew he had to make sure she was okay.
“Too many beers, eh?” Shane asked teasingly as he stood in the doorway to the bathroom. Mason appeared shortly after him, but was gone in a flash. The teenager guessed something he didn’t know about filtered in between them. As he stared at Moro who hadn’t spoken, his eyes flickered towards the various scabs on her arm and how a sickly greenish color surrounded them.
Shane walked over and took her arm in his hand. “Oh yeah they’re infected, pretty bad too.” he spoke looking up at Moro. “I-If there’s a possibility that you may…not be immune to the infection…” he trailed off and simply returned to her arm. “I can treat them if you want. I was a veterinarian assistant so I know what I’m doing.” he offered.
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Post by Moro Ashford on Apr 17, 2010 10:51:06 GMT -5
Moro heard approaching footsteps and shamefully dipped her head, blank grey eyes fixated on the stream of water as it curled over her trembling fingers. She didn't need to glance up to know it was Mason who was at her side, one hand on her shoulder; wordlessly, the mechanic nodded her silent thanks at the condolence and felt the man's hand trail away. Footsteps receded, and Moro had thought herself alone when another voice clipped into the pensive quiet.
"Too many beers, eh?"
The young woman glanced up and, in the mirror's reflection, saw Shane just behind her, leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe. Initial annoyance at his appearance flared in Moro's stomach, but quickly cooled; he hadn't any idea what was going on.
Or, so she thought. As the mechanic reached to shut off the spout Shane stepped forward and had gently grasped her wrist, pivoting her so that the underside of her arm, sickly scabs in all, were laid bare. "Oh yeah they're infected, pretty bad too." Moro froze, simply watching his face for any sign of sudden fear or hostility.
Shane met her gaze. "I-If there's a possibilty that you may...not be immune to the infection..." In her mind's eye, Moro saw the witch lying bloodied and broken in the mud while Shane, grinning, stood over her. Unconsciously the young woman curled one hand into a fist, her sudden urge to run met by an equal, weary desire to simply let things end. She was so consumed in her thoughts that she did not even realize that Shane had released her until several seconds later.
"I can treat them if you want," it took a minute for Moro to understand what he was saying; his words came to her fuzzily. "I was a veternarian assistant so I know what I'm doing." A second passed in which time the mechanic processed his words; then, taking a breath, she resurfaced and was again aware of her surroundings.
"Yes," she said hazily after a minute. "It's from...a hunter. It could just be nothing..." her voice grew steadier as she spoke, "...could just be an untreated wound. It would...I'd be grateful if you could take a look."
She offered a small, tired smile, feeling suddenly guilty in how she had once treated him. Her eyes flickered over his shoulder.
"I would...also appreciate it if you could keep this between the three of us." She nodded to where Mason's hulking form was silhouetted on the porch.
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Post by Sophia Desmond on Apr 25, 2010 17:41:50 GMT -5
After walking in the woods for who knows how long, Sophia was tired. She was dragging around a modified cart, composed of a cardboard box and an aluminum sheet taped on, so that it'll slide without harm. Inside was an assortment of metal parts, batteries, knives, and a dozen hand crank generators taken from flashlights and portable radios. There was also a small about of rifle ammunition, and a long metal pipe with strange bits of metal attached to it.
As she walked, she jingled lightly. The countless knives all over her coat, save the torso and armpits, smacked together with every step, sacrificing any stealth she had in the sake of defending herself. As she dragged her little cart with one hand, in the other she had a large butcher's cleaver that was covered in blood.
"Stupid heavy cart and and no stupid lithium-ion batteries in the backwater shops..." She grumbles aloud.
Her grumbling continues on about electric motors as she follows a trail, one that she hopes will take her somewhere safe for a while to rest. After a while, she notices a cabin off in the distance, and a large smile crosses her face. She adjusts her coke-bottle glasses, and begins to make a run for it.
As she ran, her coat clinked more and more, sending out the very audible sound all around her. Among any attention this may have drawn, it got the eyes of a few of the common infected drawn on her. She heard them coming behind her, dropped her cart's rope, and turned around.
"Why do you all want my stuff? Grahh!" She yelled, as she drew her another knife and got ready for a fight.
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Post by Mason Breaker on Apr 25, 2010 18:24:58 GMT -5
The Irishman had been lost in his own thoughts when he heard the jingling. At first, he had disregarded it, but when he heard the shouting, that was got his attention.
Another survivor!
He didn't have his shotgun on him, but he did spot a nice-looking axe that would do the trick.
Grabbing it, he ran to the other side of the cabin. What he saw was a young woman with the strangest gettup that he had ever seen. And he had seen plenty. But she was only defending herself with a knife, hardly a good defence.
But now was not the time for questioning someone's apperal, there were heads to bust! And they needed to be interested in him, not her.
"Oi! Over here ya' bloody meat bags!" His shouting brought the oncoming infected to a halt, heads turning in his direction.
"Yeah! That's right! I'm talking to all you damn monsters! Come and get some!"
Screaming and yelling the infected changed targets, rushing towards Mason, thirsting for blood. He yelled back his defiance as he charged into their ranks, axe swinging. Blood and limbs flew this way and that as he cut them down. He even found himself wondering if he should have been a lumberjack......
Such entertaining thoughts didn't last long. Amidst the diminishing crown he heard a tell-tale gurgling. There was a Boomer nearby. He soon found it, waddling towards him, using the Common Infected as cover.
"Think you're sneaky, eh?" He grunted, knowing full-well that he couldn't just hit it. That'd cause more problems then it'd solve. But Mason was a resourceful man. In a moment, he snapped the axe in half, so that it was now more like a tomahawk. Taking careful aim (Or as at least as carefully as one could whilst being attacked by zombies), he threw the makeshift weapon at the bloated Infected. It didn't even have time to burp before it exploded in a shower of gore. Only problem now was he didn't have an axe.
Looks like Roy was right about the bear. He began fighting the Infected with his bare hands, beating them down.
And in on time at all, the final infected fell to the ground. Mason himself was bloodied, very little of it actually his. Panting, he looked over to the woman, waving for her to come over.
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Post by Sophia Desmond on Apr 25, 2010 18:38:03 GMT -5
With a cleaver in one hand, and a large knife in the other, she slashed furiously at the first zombie that had come close enough to hit. She caught it in the neck, and then seemed to pay it extra attention with a few more stabs. She looked up quickly and saw that her other pursuers had gone. Sophia looked around in wonder for a moment, and then saw him.
A big bear of a man, fighting off the zombies with an axe!
"Ooo! He's good. Oh, shit..."
She noticed approaching from behind some trees a zombie in a hoodie, standing upright. She knew those ones were silent as the night when the wanted to be, and it had it's eyes on the bear-man. She looked to him again, saw him beating the zombies to death with his bear hands, and figured he was busy enough already.
Taking a page from the hunter's books, she came up close to the zombie as it began to get into a crouching position, and pounced it. Her Battle-Coat dug into it's flesh and she began to rend it with her knives.
After a moment, she stood over her lacerated foe, covered in it's blood, and turned to the man.
"Well, that was dreadfully exciting!" She said, before walking over to him. "Allow me to introduce myself," she twitched slightly, "I am the Lord of Blades!"
She stopped a moment and cleared her throat, regaining her composure, "I mean, I'm Sophia the mechanist, a pleasure."
She looked in the bear-man's eyes and extended a hand with a smile.
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Post by Keith the Great on Apr 25, 2010 19:35:49 GMT -5
Keith smirked, glad that he at least had one teammate on board for leaving early. “Alright, alright!” he chirped, packing together his own sandwich. “Gimmie a holler if you’re ready to go or th’ zombies drop in.”
However, before the zombie plans could be finalized, Moro suddenly coughed, going from perfectly fine to sick as a dog (however that analogy worked) in a matter of seconds. Keith stared blankly as the girl ran out, shortly followed by Mason.
“Damn,” he said with an amazed whistle. “Told ‘er she shouldn’ta drunk anythin’. Girl can’t hold ‘er drink, I guess.” Curious, he turned back to the sandwiches he’d only begun to make. “Man, you think this stuff is safe? I almost died eatin’ three pounds ‘a raw chicken once, izzit alright if I only eat a pound or two?”
He didn’t get an answer, though, before something else caught his mind. Mason had walked out on the porch for no reason, leading Keith to watch, absently wondering why the bear-like man would just stroll out and stare blankly at the horizon like some sort of depressed drama-movie star.
The hobo had just been about to walk out and ask what had happened when Mason suddenly perked up and ran off. Listening closely, Keith could faintly make out the sound of zombies, Mason’s triumphant yells, the explosion of a Boomer, and a new girl’s voice.
Wait...
Eyes widening, Keith sped out of the kitchen faster than the time he’d run away from his wedding and left a girl (whom he was eighty-percent sure was hiding a knife in her bra to stab him) at the alter. He screeched to a halt just in time to hear the girl introduce herself as Sophia.
“Hey, a new girl!” Keith exclaimed, stating the obvious and ignoring the meeting he was already interrupting. “Nice ta meetcha, Sophie! M’ name’s Keith Jackobox. You seen a couple guys named Ellis an’ Dave?”
Shortly after his slightly-false introduction, the Southerner noticed the knives buried in the girl’s coat. And not just hidden within the coat: they were sewn on the outside too! The knives outn umbered the buttons, for Pete's sake! Leaning over in a rather obvious attempt to be inconspicuous, he whispered to Mason, “She seem alright to ya? S’like she’s got more knives than Roy.”
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Post by Sophia Desmond on Apr 25, 2010 19:51:33 GMT -5
"Oh, hi! You like my coat?" She smiles and does a spin, showing off even more knives on the back of her lab-coat, the entire back. The thing must weight at least forty pounds total.
She extends her hand to shake, "I'm Sophia, Sophia Desmond, self proclaimed Lord of Blades. I'm a mechanist extrordinaire... Oh bollocks!"
Her accent seems to change at random when speaking, and after saying her last bit with a bad British accent, she runs off, jingling all the way, off to get her cart.
"Hey! No touchee!" The sound of a knife entering flesh echoes out, and she soon returns with her cart of mechanical goodies. "No one touches my stuff!"
She visibly calms a moment later, and runs a hand through her hair.
"You have NO idea how nice it is to find other people. TWO FRIGGEN WEEKS! That's how long I was in that bugger town, stealing knives and junk and electronics from stores. I got food and stuff and uh... Yeah. So, want to invite me in?"
She smiles brightly, puts her knives in place, and then fixes her coke-bottle glasses.
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Post by Alissa Greenburg on Apr 25, 2010 20:12:59 GMT -5
Alissa adjusted her pack in the tree and then hoisted herself up, whipping out the spotters binoculars once she settled in, panning around the forested landscape, grumbling to herself all the while.
"I knew I should have moved into one of the bigger towns. I would've been able to last a lot longer if I'd found more supplies... and then the jeep ran out of gas right after I'd passed that horde... always with the horrible luck..."
She continues looking around at random until she hears someone yell "No Touchee!" from nearby. Turning so quickly she nearly falls off the tree, she just catches a lab coat wearing woman eviscerating one of the undead.
'What the hell?' She wonders a moment, before coming to the conclusion that 'Well, it's better than being on my own.' and disembarking the tree, hoisting her pack, and heading off in the direction of the scientist with the knives, rifle at the ready, just in case. Before she gets too far, she pauses to call out,
"Hello? Anyone out here?"
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Post by Mason Breaker on Apr 25, 2010 22:13:29 GMT -5
Mason merely chuckled at Keith's question, not particularly worried. Accepting the hand in a firm handshake, he decided to complete introductions.
"Names Mason Breaker. Irish Bear.". He decided to throw in his given title, why not?
"And yeah, come on in, lass, we got room! And an extra set o' hands is always welcome as well!".
Invitation made, he was about to head back inside when a call got his attention.
"Hello? Anyone out there?"
Looking around for the source of the noise, he cupped his hands for his response.
"Aye! Hello out there! Come on over, we're friendly!"
Turning back to Keith and Sophia, he flashed a tired grin.
"Why don't you two head on inside? I'll make sure our new friend gets here in one price, a'right?"
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Post by Sophia Desmond on Apr 25, 2010 22:20:44 GMT -5
She nods to the Irish Bear.
"Nice to meet you. And yeah, I'll head on inside."
She smiles sweetly, then goes about mumbling to herself, ignoring everyone else, and drags her makeshift cart towards the cabin. Once inside, she doesn't even look around the place, and simply plops down on the floor.
"Time to get to work..."
She the next while, she works with her gadgets. Piecing together various pieces and parts that she had. Sophia seems to be combining all the little hand crank generators into one big one for some purpose or another.
"When I'm done with this, I'll have power-o-plenty! Ah-hah-hah-hah-hah!"
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Post by Patrick Schrader on Apr 25, 2010 22:22:34 GMT -5
If one thing Patrick Schrader was good at, it was being prepared. Ever since a young scout, he lived up to that creed. Whether it was missing homework or an ill-prepered campout or a mission gone wrong, Patrick had a plan. Yet, a zombie outbreak was never in his plans.
Leaving his homestate of Texas to visit his family members in Illinois was the only thing he was thinking of. He planned out all of the events, all of the side-trip road trips, even the meals and the bed schedule. Yet, the rancher never equated a horde of zombies rushing in on his family-filled fun. Nor the fact that some of his decision led to him getting seperated from his wife and kid. Though, despite being caught by surprise, he was somewhat prepered.
For starters, he knew how to survive. His father taught him the means of being self-dependent, while the Army merely polished those principles. He also didn't travel up north unarmed. In his hands was his grandfather's M1 Garand Rifle. He was hoping to go target shooting with his young nephews; to share his euthuaisum for firearms with the future generation. However, this tough and realible weapon was now redeployed for the purpose of combat again, although it wasn't Patrick's best choice. While it's 30.06 round was powerful enough to stop most infected, it's 8 round clip and 'more difficult' loading process made it almost useless against a screaming horde and a giant tank. His pick for a sidearm wasn't so grand either. In his hoster, he carried a .44 magnum revolver. While a powerful handgun, the fact it only shot 6 rounds and reloading the pistol was also difficult made it a hassle for Patrick. So, he only used his magnum when the time was right.
Still, despite all of that, Patrick is still alive, but he was lost in the woods. If he ever wishes to find his family, or to get better weapons, he needed to get back to "civilizated", or to find a group of comrades. But then, he heard a voice, a female's voice.
"Hello? Anyone out here?"
He didn't wish to shout back, for it might attract a horde towards his location. Instead, he listened carefully and followed the voice.
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Post by Alissa Greenburg on Apr 25, 2010 22:23:18 GMT -5
Having heard a response, Alissa double-times it over to the source of the Noise. She arrived huffing slightly and holding the too large infantry helmet on her head with one hand, and M1 around the middle in her other.
"It's about damn time I found someone! I was thinking everyone had died, or worse!"
She grinned, still panting slightly.
"The name's Alissa, yours?"
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Post by Patrick Schrader on Apr 25, 2010 22:27:04 GMT -5
Patrick started to quicken up his pace. He didn't want to be left behind. Ahead of him, he saw what appeared to be people.
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Post by Mason Breaker on Apr 25, 2010 22:47:10 GMT -5
"Allisa, eh? Pleasure ta' meet ya. Names Mason."
He took a moment to asess the newcomer. She looked to be pretty physically fit, and for whatever reason, a helmet and an M1. Interesting setup.....
"If ya don't mind me asking, but are you from the Army? And on that subject...."
craning his neck, he spotted yet another survivor! They were just on a roll today! At this rate, they'd turn into a miniture army of infected killing machines!
Deciding to save his voice, he waved the man over, taking note that he too had an M1. Where do people get those things?
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