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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Sept 23, 2010 23:07:23 GMT -5
Unbeknownst to Rae and Luigi, Dahlia had been forgotten when Luigi got the bile, being tossed aside by the ravenous infected and into the confusion.
Now, however, she had a new problem. A Charger had been attracted by the commotion, and right now it was staring directly at her. Terrified of the towering infected, the child could only back away from it as it began to advance, it's growling becoming louder as it prepared to attack.
The beast loosed a bellow, suddenly breaking out into a full-blown charge. -------
Mason heard the roar, his head whipping up. Out of habit, he yelled "We got a Charger lads!".
And his heart stopped for a moment when he saw who the Charger was after. Dahlia.
It was Dahlia!
Parental instincts combined with anger filled him, prompting him to leap out the broken window and rush towards the two.
Thankfully, the nine-year old had the good sense to get out of the Charger's path, leading the infected to crash into the wall. Snorting angrilly, it whipped around to face her, advancing again.
Mason chose this moment to act. "Get the he'll away from her you great ugly bastard!". He shouted, getting it's attention. Dahlia also turned her head, eyes widening.
"Daddy!"
The Charger, on the other hand, was in no mood for sentimental moments, going into another charge. The Irishman was able to load a few rounds into the creature before it slammed into him, carrying him off into a small restaurant, smashing right through the doors and finally crashing in the kitchen. However, something else happened.
Mason, as he was slammed into the ground, accidentaly pulled the trigger on his shotgun.
And wouldn't you know it? There a couple of gas tanks just waiting to be shot.
With a loud boom, the canisters exploded, killing the Charger. And Mason...?
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Outside the place, Dahlia stared with horror.
(Mason isn't dead, don't worry.)
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Post by Austin Murphy on Sept 24, 2010 13:45:13 GMT -5
By the looks of things, Rae was pissed, as she shoved Luigi to Austin. While they were able to dispatch the horde, they somehow lost Dahlia among the chaos. The last thing that group needed was a lost girl.
"Where the hell was she last?" she asked, her voice sounded tensed as she glared at Luigi.
Despite how timided she looked, Austin calmly interjected, "Look, I'm pretty sure she's alright. I mean, she shouldn't have gone off that far. We can ask those people for help."
He pointed at what appeared to be other survivors by the book store about 60 meters away. He wasn't sure how many of them were exact, but it looked like seven. Afterall, since he did save them, the group should help them. However, the search for Dahila would be cut short, as they heard gruntled scream of a charger.
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Patrick went out to pick up his rifle. He was tried and hungry; the weight of strain from battle is finally affecting his body. While he did his best to forget the pain, it didn't get rid of the soreness in his musules.
"I guess 32 is the new 70," he joked in his head. He decided to take a sqaut, using the rifle as a support. He just needed a five minute break. But the sudden warcry of a charger made the Texan get back on his feet, ready to fight his next foe. He turned to see where the large arm monster was. He saw the beast, only it was chasing a young girl. Patrick was about to act when Mason intervened.
"Get the he'll away from her you great ugly bastard!" he shouted, diverting the charger away from the girl to the giant. Mason was indeed a strong man and a great fighter, but the man is crazy if he wanted to fight that thing by himself. It wasn't until he heard the words, "Daddy!", that made Patrick understand why the Irishman would take such a risk.
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Austin saw the charger chasing Dahlia. He needed to help her. However, he saw a larger man taking that job as he got it to charge towards him. He and a man in a cowboy hat attempted to take it out, but the monster made his charge, tackling the giant man with the shotgun and carrying him...towards his direction.
"Shit, get out of the way!" commanded Austin, as he jumped out of the way of the rushing beast.
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Patrick took aim and fired a few ranged shots, but the Charger already making his tackle. Despite having a few rifle rounds and buckshot, the beast carried Mason to resturant. The Texan made a desperate dash to help his Irish comrade but an explosion blocked the way.
The Ranger covered his face with his arm to block the smoke and debris. When it cleared up, the resturant was is demolished. Tables and chairs were scattered, charred money were gliding in the air, and there seemed to be no sign of life.
"Mason!" cried Patrick before running into the bombed out resturant.
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Post by Moro Ashford on Sept 25, 2010 1:20:51 GMT -5
"Mason!"
Numbed with the horror of what she thought was surely her friend's death, Moro found new strength; staggering into a clumsy run, she blundered into the demolished diner, blinded by the wall of smoke that plumed out from the now window-less panes. Around her she heard an echo of her own cry, but could not make out any forms in the smog.
"Ma-" she coughed violently, nearly falling to her knees as she was suddenly consumed by a lightheaded-ness. Feeling her way along rather than seeing it, she blindly stumbled around the destroyed area, falling flat on her face when her shin collided with an overturned booth. Her new companion dragged her back to her feet with a sarcastic remark; as the smoke began to lift, she recognized a companion ambling through the debris.
"The hell do you think you're doing?" Shiloh was shouting over the commotion; ignoring him, Moro blundered forward, her skull buzzing numbly as she tore at fallen debris.
"Hey-"
Shiloh had seized her arm; but as he began to tug her back out of the destroyed restaurant, the mechanic spotted something that made her cry out intentionally and writhe in the man's grasp.
"There! Austin, there! By the counter!" A figure was slumped against the bar counter, one leg skewed at a strange angle.
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Post by Keith the Great on Sept 25, 2010 21:44:13 GMT -5
To Keith, the explosion sounded hauntingly familiar to fireworks. A blast of heat combed across his eyes, forcing them into a squint. He bother opening them (if he didn’t have to go near the explosion, he wasn’t gonna) until he learned exactly who the victim was.
“Mason!”
“Oh, shit, it’s Mase?” Keith exclaimed, eyes popping open and following Moro’s gaze to the counter. Mason...did not look good. And it wasn’t just because there was a nonstick kitchen pot perched on his head. From what Keith could tell through the smoke, Mason was burned, confused, and there was something definitely wrong with his leg. Keith cringed; he knew all three of those feelings.
He started off towards the counted, then skidded to a halt and 180'ed back to the bench and snatched a bottle of water and the few scraps left of the first-aid kit. Then he sprinted for the counter. “Hol’ on, Mase!” he yelled. “I’ve had burns and broken stuff before! Don’t scratch at it, don’t try an’ crack it back inta place, and don’t go towards the light!” Keith mentally smiled. He might not know the actual technics of medicine, but he knew from experience what you shouldn’t do.
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Post by Lizzie on Sept 25, 2010 22:37:18 GMT -5
Unbeknownst to what was happening, Luigi met Rae's glare bravely.
"Why are ya yelling at me, when we could be finding Dahlia?" he demanded.
That's when he caught sight of the little girl looking horrified. Pushing past Rae, Luigi raced forward before pulling her into a strong embrace.
"Dahlia!" he cried. "I'm sorry I leeeffffttt you!"
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Post by Rae Beckham on Sept 27, 2010 21:47:51 GMT -5
Racing right after the green loving teen, Rae began to check over Dahlia's form for any sorts of injuries or wounds.
"Are you okay? Do you hurt anywhere?" she asked, examining the child's arm. "If anybody messed with you, tell me who and I'll kick their ass!"
It was then that she noticed the presence of other survivors. "Luigi, look!" she cried out.
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Post by Mason Breaker on Sept 28, 2010 21:13:02 GMT -5
Dust, debris, and scorch marks now covered Mason, while he was currently sprawled atop a counter, his head spinning and his leg stinging slightly. He was pretty sure that it wasn't supposed to be the way it currently was now, nor was the bone supposed to be sticking out.
But what was really getting him at the moment was the pot that was currently obscuring his vision. How it had managed to get on his head like that, he didn't know. And were he not so dazed, he would have removed it.
“I’ve had burns and broken stuff before! Don’t scratch at it, don’t try an’ crack it back inta place, and don’t go towards the light!”
Keith's form and voice slipped into his head, the hobo darting about with a first aid kit (Or what was left of it), in hand. He couldn't help but smile dumbly. Keith may be a bit goofy sometimes, but he was definataly someone he could trust. But, against the advice, he did reach down and gave the injury a light itch. The brief shock of pain that followed was enough to make him stop.
It was around there that the dazed phase ended and the "I'm actually in pain" phase began. Grunting, he tossed aside the pan, observing the damage to his leg.
"Heh...Keith...Think you can top being carried away by a Charger into a diner, through a door, and then being blown up, resulting in a broken leg and a pot on my head?" He questioned, laughing slightly.
His eyes widened. "Dahlia!" Now frantic, he bolted upright, ignoring the pain coursing through him. "Dahlia?! Sweetie, where are ya'!?" Shoving himself, he suddenly found himself tumbling to the floor, causing another wave of pain to go though him. "Dahlia..." ------------
Dahila barely reacted to Luigi or Rae, still staring into the diner. Her daddy, her hero, was blown up. Tears welling up in her eyes, she took a hesitant step forward, hesitating when she saw all the people running about inside, and her own father's figure lying broken on the counter.
Fear filling her, she retreated between Luigi and Rae, wedging herself as close to them as possible, whimpering. "Daddy..."
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Post by Austin Murphy on Sept 28, 2010 22:32:56 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Austin, he was quite close to the diner when the explosion happened. The shockwave knocked the young man off his feet, landing face first on the ground. Immensed confusion filled Murphy's mind, he could only see blackness and hear chaos before blacking out. Seconds later, he regain conscience; there was a ringing in his ear. His head felt light, but he didn't feel any pain. As he opened his eyes, he was amazed by sight he saw.
Running down the hall was the most beautiful woman Austin has seen. As if it was an angel sent from heaven, she dashing towards his direction. Clearly, this must be some sorta sign of some sort. As she passed him, however, he also noticed a familar figure, Shiloh.
"Shiloh?" his mind questioned. Clearly, his thinking was cloudy, but as his vision cleared up, the man was clearly the drifter he met at the airport. Austin never thought he would never meet the loner again, but he was here. Strike of luck or change of luck, either way, it was nice to see another familar face, and even nicer for him to bring a new friend.
As Austin took a knee, he started to regain his hearing. All sorts of voices were filling his head, both familiar and alien. He got back on his feet. His legs were sore and there seemed to be blood coming out of his forehead, but other than that he was fine. He took out a hankerchief from his vest and turned around to see the carnage.
The resturant was bombed out but at least everyone was alright.
"There! Austin, there," called out Shiloh who was supporting the angel woman, "By the counter!"
A stone dropped into his stomach, for he saw the mangled limb of a man he never saw. Not only did Austin think too soon, but was disgusted by the position of the leg. Nevertheless, Murphy went to it and decided help the stranger. He was accompanied by the cowboy and by a man in a burka (which reminded him of Kenny from South Park) who spoke in a deep southern drawl.
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Patrick examined Mason; he was covered in burns and had a complex fraction in his leg. Even with his field medience training, there was no way they were going to immediatly recover him. He needed professional help, but with a zombie apocalypse on your hands, the hospitals were occupied with the undead. Yet despite looking like shit, Patrick was surprised that Mason survived through all of that, especially the blast (though it might of been possible that the charger shielded Mason from most of the explosion).
"I'm going to see if I can splint your leg, that was I can keep it together," stated Patrick as he took the medkit from Keith and grabbed whatever medical tape in the bag. "I need two splints." Of course, that wasn't hard to find, for the legs of chairs were scattered on the ground.
But, as Patrick grabbed two chair legs, heard Mason scream "Dahila!" before falling on the ground. The cowboy dashed off to help the giant, gently having him fall on the ground before working on Mason's leg.
As he positioned the chairlegs to Mason's leg, he a look at the man in the camo and shades. He found it a bit odd that he wore a Vietnam-era uniform. It was clear by the lack of patches, unshaven beard, and his assault rifle that the young man wasn't in the military. He wondered if he was some survivialist who saw this coming or one of those crazy milita members, but the man seemed to be "harmless", in matter of fact trying to help. He also noticed the people that he bought along. Besides Mason's daughter, he brought two teenagers, no younger than 16. The Texan found it remarkable that group of youngsters seemed to be suriviving. And then there's the other guy, the person who saved Moro. While he did save Moro, there was something about him that made Patrick cautious of him. Not that the guy was threating but it was just something.
"Shades," Patrick directed, "think you can help your friend over there with Moro. She's still badly wounded from a hunter attack. Can I also have someone on lookout? It's bad enough that we have two on profile."
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Post by Moro Ashford on Oct 2, 2010 16:13:37 GMT -5
"Listen, chickadee," Shiloh grunted as Moro twisted in his grasp, vainly trying to break free and, somehow, aid what was evidently the mangled figure of her friend, "he's got all the help he's going to need- so why dontcha calm down" he forced her to sit roughly on a mound of rubble "and stop making such a fuss?"
She flicked him a look of annoyance but quieted, her gaze never leaving the small crowd of people that had surrounded his man, "Mason". Satisfied that she would stay out of the way, Shiloh turned back to the man he had addressed before.
"How ya doin, boss?" he asked Austin, pausing at the faraway look in his eyes.
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Post by Keith the Great on Oct 2, 2010 22:10:57 GMT -5
Keith gave Mason a bright grin. “Hell yeah I can top that,” he said, letting Pat take the medkit. “I can only see one ‘a your bones!”
The jest might have gone over a bit better, had Mason not been drawn away by another thought. (Keith couldn’t complain: lost-and-found daughters got priority over bragging rights.) “D-don’t kill yerself, Mase!” Keith said, glancing around. Damn, there were as many people as infected in Ohio (Wait, Illinois.) His gaze eventually settled on a little trio of two teens and a small girl. The moment he spotted the little one, he had the deja-vu that ratted out family relations. The boy’s sobbing apologies to ‘Daaaahliaaaa’ just sealed the deal.
“Wait here!” he told Mason, jogging out of the store (damn, it was easier to get through a crowd of zombies than it was all these guys) and over to the trio. Abruptly, he plucked the little girl up by her underarms, lifting her out of the group. “Sorry,” Keith said, stumbling back with the weight. “I’ll bring ‘er back inna sec.”
The trip back was much slower; he swayed about as much as a Swinging Ship ride, and each footstep was either a heavy thump or a puny shuffle. He nearly fell over trice trying to avoid bumping into people, and by the time he got back to Mason, he nearly dropped the poor girl onto her injured father. Fortunately, he made a quick save, and plopped the girl on her feet at Mason’s side.
“Got ‘er,” he said, trying not to sound like a fish out of water. “A-anythin’ else?”
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Oct 3, 2010 20:00:43 GMT -5
Being picked up by a random man in a wool hat and scarf was not on Dahlia's "want to do" list. In truth, this was a situation that was loaded with "stranger danger". The fact that said man was having trouble even carrying her didn't help. Mostly for the fact that she did not want to be dropped.
However, when she was set on the ground, those fears were replaced. There in front of her was her father. Hurt, yes, in pain, very much so, but alive. And in front of her.
"Daddydaddydaddy!" She cried, flinging herself on him. Mason grunted in pain, but the smile on his face wouldn't leave him. Raising a large arm, he wrapped it around the small girl and pulled her close, taking in the moment that she was alive. All the fear, worry, the pain of seperation, all left. He had her back, and he damn well planned to keep it that way.
The auburn-haired child wiped her eyes, removing herself from her father's neck. "You're stinky."
Mason's face was unreadable for a moment, then a small smile, which grew into a big one, which in turn, erupted into laughter from the man. "Well sweetie, you try getting puked on, spat on with acid, blown up and burned, and go fer' days without a shower, and you try ta' smell good!"
The child giggled, hugging her father once more. However, she also remembered her manners. Turning back to the hobo, she offered a meek "Thank you!" before hiding behind her father's arm. And considering the size difference, that wasn't hard.
Running a hand through his daughter's hair, the Irishman looked up at Keith, nodding gratefully. "Thanks lad."
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Post by Lizzie on Oct 3, 2010 20:38:51 GMT -5
Of course Luigi was still oblivious to everything. As long as Dahlia was safe that's all that mattered. However, he found himself looking up in alarm as the auburn-haired child was taken away from them. The culprit: A hobo-looking, scarf-wearing man. Anger boiled in the teen's veins and he quickly took off after the man.
"Yo! What's the big deal pal?" Luigi demanded, pushing the man roughly. "You can't just come up and take her like that!"
Without waiting or a response, he turned to Dahlia. She was busy tightly hugging a rather...large, Irish-looking man.
"Okay Dahlia, enough hugging...Holy crap you're her father aren't you?!" he gasped, eyes widening.
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Nearby, and completely unware to the situation at hand, were none other than Shane and Kameko. Shane looked up from where Kameko was showing him an some kinda show. What did she call it? Vampire Knight? Whatever.
"Hey, fantard, looks like we're needed." the black-haired boy told her, taking off t where everyone was gathered.
Kameko glared after him. "I'm not a fantard! I don't even know what that is!"
She took off after him and stumbled to a halt. Her eyes widened in horrow when she caught sight of the state Mason was in.
"What happened to him?!" the little asian cried.
Shane's attention, however, was focused on Moro. He sighed when he recognized the unmistakable wounds of a hunter. Taking the first-aid kit from around his shoulder, he walked over to her.
"Moro, Moro, Moro." Shane gave her a small smile. "When are you gonna learn to stay out of harm's way?"
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Post by Patrick Schrader on Oct 3, 2010 23:20:18 GMT -5
Patrick couldn't believe that Keith simply walked to Mason's daughter and took her from the two teenagers. He also couldn't believe that Keith had trouble carrying the young girl. He's a small guy but still, must of been all of those injuries he's been. But when he saw her united with her long lost father, he couldn't resist the touching moment. It brought hope that he might unite his wife and son in this hellhole.
By now, he was able to secure Mason's leg and patched up the bleeding with scattered napkins, a piece of his t-shirt and whatever medical supplies that were still in the medkit. He also to the liberty of injecting him with some sorta morphine, so it can numb the pain. While Mason was patched up, he still needed help if he needed to move. Of course, this was going to make things more difficult because Mason was a giant and, unless found a wheelchair for him, it was going to take two people to carry him.
While he was still thinking, Patrick noticed one of the young teenagers, the boy, walking up to Keith and screaming at him for kidnapping Mason's daughter (even though it was for the propose of giving her being back to Mason). Despite Keith being older, he really couldn't defend himself (for pete sakes, he got his ass whooped by a bunch of owls). The young kid then took his attention to Dahlia, where it he demanded her to stop hugging her father. It wasn't until then he realized that the giant Irishman was indeed her father, thus made the sweet gentle scene of a daughter uniting with her father, into some awkward moment you would see in some sorta sitcom.
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"How ya' doing boss," addressed Shiloh as Austin walked towards him and the young woman, who's name was Moro.
"I'm doing fine, Shiloh," replied Austin as he gave him a handshake, "Just pissed off a bunch of infected with some good ol' fashion 60's music." The survivor merely gave a smile, and then said, "Glad to see you."
Austin then turned his attention to the injuried woman. No dought, telling from the deep slashes in her torso area, she was violated by a hunter. She seemed somewhat patched up but was weak. He checked his vest and he found an adrenaline shot. While it ain't a cure, she'll feel alot better and energized.
Austin handed her the EpiPen and said, "Here you go...it'll make you feel better. By the way, the name is..uh...ummm" He couldn't remember his name, or his what he was saying, or where he was. All he can think about was this lovely lady, though while scarred up, was the most beautiful thing he has seen in the smuck of this hell on Earth. All he could think about was being with this woman. He was trying to control his emotions and the flow of things, but it left his mind blank.
Suddenly, his mind went back to reality as young man came walking in with a first aid kit. "Moro, Moro, Moro," the stranger gave the woman a smile, "when are you gonna learn to stay out of harm's way?"
What was this? This guy knows this woman. Not only that, but this stranger appears out of nowhere with a full healthpack, while Austin merely has a "shot." What a dick move! Even in a fucking apocalypse, he couldn't a girl. No, he won't get shot down this time. If this bastard wants dance, Austin will have to tango. Still, it was best to keep things on a low key and know who this guy was.
So, in his attempt to conjure a smile, he approached the stranger, "Hello there, it's nice to meet you. The name is Austin Murphy."
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Post by Keith the Great on Oct 10, 2010 19:45:59 GMT -5
Keith had just been enjoying the sweet, sweet gratitude of a small girl (and it didn’t get much sweeter than that unless you were eating candy) when an unfortunately familiar face crept up. Apparently, the lil’ teenager wasn’t too happy to have Dahlia ‘kidnapped’, even just temporarily.
“I said I’d bring ‘er baaaa–!” The word ‘back’ turned into a startled squeak as Keith pinwheeled his arms, trying not to let a little kid manage to knock him over. Sadly, between the Boomer incident and his kidnapping stint, he wasn’t on his best balance. Keith toppled over like a Jenga tower, managing to pull down a display of fancy bookmarks on his way down.
“Well,” Keith grumbled, pulling himself to his feet with the help of his good buddy Countertop, “yer welcome anyways.”
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Post by Rae Beckham on Oct 26, 2010 20:00:08 GMT -5
Rae couldn't help but mentally face-palm at Luigi's idiocy. Honestly, would he ever learn? Apparently that was a definite no.
Never thought this much people would still be alive... the girl thought, gazing around at the new faces. She couldn't help but raise a slender eyebrow at one strange, clumsy man that fell over in a heap.
Honestly, how did all the idiot ones survive this far? The world(or what was left of it)may never know.
Rae couldn't help but soften at the sight of Dahlia and her father reuniting. It made her wonder of her own uncle, and if he had survived through the chaos.
There's only a one and a million chance he did....
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