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Post by noah on Dec 11, 2010 21:29:01 GMT -5
The fire worked well enough, allowing the trio to gain access to the mall. But the flames wouldn't last forever, and they were still in danger as such.
That, and his feet were in a good degree of pain. Being burned by both fire and acid spit, combined with all the running he was doing and would be doing in the future, would all take a painful toll on his locomotion. But he was going to have to deal with that as it came.
Speaking of which, the fire was dying, and the infected were advancing upon them again.
"Time to move." Noah stated, looking around the area. Where was a Safe Haven when you needed...
There. On the second floor, in some sort of sports store.
"Up on the second floor!" The monk exclaimed, pointing to the refuge.
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Post by Dave Rowlins on Dec 11, 2010 22:33:53 GMT -5
Dave followed the monk’s gaze to the second-floor sports store. A good place for a safe room; plenty of blunt objects for bludgeoning and defense.
“Alright, let’s move!” he yelled, motioning his two teammates forward. “Y’all head up first. I got the shotgun, so I’ll watch our backs!”
((Agghh, sorry for the crash-and-burn. Too distracted by homeworks.))
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Post by noah on Jan 2, 2011 21:03:58 GMT -5
"Very well!" Noah shouted above the din, starting up the escalator. All was fine and good, him decapitating (Or otherwise severing) anything foolish enough to get in his way, and from what it sounded like behind him, his companion(s) were holding up well enough. This was good.
Up until he got off the escalator. As he started towards the safe house, what sounded like a cross between an elephant and a donkey bellowed at him, followed by a sudden (And definataly painful) impact. The Charger was brought to a stop at a wall across the safe room, further crushing the monk before going that extra mile and pounding him senseless against the ground.
Gasping in pain and at having the wind knocked out of him, Noah did the only thing he could think of in his situation.
"I need aid!" *WHAM* "And sooner than later would be-WHAM-good!"
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Post by Thomas Greene on Jan 2, 2011 22:49:33 GMT -5
Despite making it in the mall, the trio was still fighting a vicious battle. Zombies were still attempting to claw at them from left to right. Thomas switched to his bat again, cracking their heads at each swing. The businessman followed the monk up the esculator. He saw the safe room ahead; he knew he could run to it. However, it appeared his insane friend got into the tight, pounding grip of a charger. At first, he wasn't sure if he should rescue the swordsman. But seeing that he's been quite helpful, he decided to help him up. So, he pulled out his pistol, change his maginize, and fired every single round into the large monster before it fell on the ground. He then went over to the man and helped him up. "Still hanging in there, buddy?" he asked.
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Post by Dave Rowlins on Jan 2, 2011 23:06:39 GMT -5
Dave followed Noah and Thomas up the escalator, taking the steps two at a time and stopping halfway up to send a shotgun blast back at their pursuers. (The narrow walkway really helped his efficiency, and the incline helped slide the corpses out of view, something Dave was very happy for.) Two shots thinned out the mob nicely, and Dave continued on.
He hopped up the top step just in time to see Tom finish off the giant...one arm...whatever it was. It was big and wore overalls, but that was about it. Nasty thing. He grinned, turning back and grabbing his wrench to hold back some of the faster zombies, the ones that were catching up. “Aww, nice t’ see you fellas workin’ together,” he joked, cheerily taking a moment to award Tom a friendly pat on the head.
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Post by noah on Jan 3, 2011 21:23:15 GMT -5
Accepting the help from Thomas, Noah was quick to catch his breath and get back fighting. And the first thing to die was another hunter, the foolish thing's head seperated from it's shoulders as it lunged at them.
Laughing rather madly, the monk turned towards the remaining infected. "No monster leaves here alive." He chuckled again, throwing himself upon the infected, his movements representative of a man who had a good deal of experience with the sword. A deadly dance, one might say.
And deadly it was. The infected were losing their heads one after the other. Now, what was sane in him was hoping that Dave and Thomas got safely into the safe room. He'd hate to cut one of them open by accident. Really, he would.
But just to be certain that he didn't slice them, he decided that a small walk, on his own, was in order. True, it was asking for trouble, but he had managed on his own for a while before meeting the other two. And he wouldn't be long at all.
Just long enough to kill everything that entered his sight.
"Pardon me for a while." Was all the monk said before slowly stalking further into the mall. "I will return."
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Post by Ellis on Jan 3, 2011 21:42:35 GMT -5
Unaware of the three survivors, Ellis continued to prowl around the perimeter of the mall. According to graffiti there was a safe room somewhere in the building. He just couldn’t find the goddamn thing! Gripped tightly in his hands was an AK-47 (Hell yeah!) while a magnum (James fucking Bond ring a bell?) was stored away in his holster. He also had with him a pipe bomb and first-aid kit. Yep, he was prepared.
As he passed by an arcade, the white-haired man stopped. He inclined his head toward the store and found it trashed like every other place. A frown appeared on his lips.
Poor video games never stood a chance. Ellis thought sadly.
He cautiously walked into the arcade. Turning on his flashlight, the man checked to see if there were any Infected around. When the store seemed genuinely empty, he let himself relax. He walked over to the nearest coin-eating machine and realized in joy that it was Donkey Kong. Aw man, he loved playing that game as a kid!
“Wonder if it still works…” Ellis murmured aloud, reaching for the switch. Flipping it to the ‘on’ position, his bluish-gray eyes sparkled when the black screen flickered to life. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was the theme song to blare out of the speakers. Seconds later an eerie howl rattled his eardrums.
Ellis’ blood chilled and his skin paled. He began looking around fearfully (He was so frightened that he forgot he had a pipe bomb on him) as footsteps rapidly approached. Spotting the Employees Only sign on a door, he raced for it and locked himself inside the room. The man then got back as far away from the door as the room allowed.
He was truly fucked if they got in.
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Post by noah on Jan 4, 2011 20:25:52 GMT -5
Music. Annoying, electric, loud music. A Horde was inevitable with such sounds.
Unfortunataly for them, this was what Noah was looking for, the monk's leer returning when he spotted the attracted Horde, blade at the ready as he began to advance towards the distracted crowd. He was in no rush, so he kept his pace slow and calm. Breath in and out.
Breath in and out you fool! You must remain in control of your actions!
Yes. He must breath.
But then again, the demons must die.
Approaching what seemed to be... An arcade? One of the machines was currently blaring it's theme, explaining the undead that were so intently trying to smash down a door labled "Employee's only".
The infected, so occupied with their current target, almost didn't notice Noah as he fell upon them. But at that point, it was too late for them. A breif cackle managed to escape him as he sliced and chopped, a mess of blood and detached limbs flying this way and that. Save for a Spitter that he had the misfortune of slicing open, the acid splattering onto his feet and hands. Two times in one day... Not a great record of avoiding Spitter acid.
But pain aside, he had finished off the Horde rather nicely, and he was quick to shut off the music as well (It took some looking though. He had no idea how to turn the damn thing off in the first place, so when he accidentaly hit the power, he just considered that to be his daily dose of karmic balance.). But it was still on long enough to attract a bit of attention, another, smaller Horde arriving... And dying.
The threat removed, he turned his head to the closed door. What was in there? He decided to wait a few moments, still standing among the outragoues amount of blood, corpses, and severed heads.
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Post by Thomas Greene on Jan 7, 2011 0:03:39 GMT -5
It felt good rescuing a person from danger. However, it was annoying to rescue a person only for that person to run back into danger. As Thomas saw Noah run into the thick of the battle again, he's only thought about him was, "What an assclown." He hoped he didn't get in trouble, but if he did, he wasn't going to help him again, especially since there was a safe room near by.
Knowing Dave was the good hearted individual, he knew he needed to get him in the safe room. The businessman didn't want to rescue his ass too. Besides, he didn't want to be lonely again. He yelled at Dave, "Comeon, let's get to the safe room. Noah will be fine. He's a super ninja," before sprinting off to the safe room.
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Post by Dave Rowlins on Jan 7, 2011 23:50:28 GMT -5
“Wait, we can’t just run off now!” Dave insisted, waving his wrench at the once-moving mob that was reduced to a pile of corpses. “We’ll go be safe once Noah’s back! I mean...” He grinned, tucking the wrench in his belt a moment and reloading new shells into his shotgun. “...I got a shotgun, we’re pretty set. We can afford to wait.”
Curious, he glanced around the mall. Now that he thought of it, there were plenty of other stores around; they didn’t have to make a bee-line to the safe room. “How ‘bout we explore a bit scope the place out before we get another crowd like the last one?”
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Post by Ellis on Jan 9, 2011 21:41:49 GMT -5
Are they gone?
Ellis tipped his head to the side when the sounds of the Horde suddenly vanished. He blinked, wondering how that was even possible. Unless someone killed them all?
No. He knew what those bastards were doing. They were planning a sneak attack, and as soon as he step foot out of the room they were going to jump him. Screw that.
Gripping the pipe bomb tightly in his hand, Ellis made for the door cautiously. He cracked it open a little bit before throwing the grenade a heartbeat later.
“You’re not getting me that easily!” he shouted before shutting the door again.
The young white-haired man decided that he could safely leave after the pipe bomb exploded. Much to his surprise there was a person standing outside, who he hadn’t noticed earlier. Ellis felt like smacking himself on the forehead when he realized he just wasted a perfectly good pipe bomb.
“So I’m guessin’ you’re the one who got rid of the Horde, yeah?” he began rather awkwardly.
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Post by noah on Jan 10, 2011 17:41:35 GMT -5
Noah snapped out of his daze when something solid collided with his forhead. One of the pipe-bombs that his previous group had been so fond of using...
Only it was activated. Eyes widening, he was quick to hurl it out the arcade, the explosive detonating only a few seconds later.
Needless to say, having an explosive thrown at him, and hitting him in the head no less, was certainly a mood-ruiner. But at least the offender had the decency to come out of his hiding place...
"Yes, I am the one who rid us of the Horde. And what were you doing, hiding in that room when you clearly had weapons to-"
His eye twitched slightly, raising his blade to point it at the white-haired man.
He was turning into one of the weeping demons. He must die.
"You're becoming one of them." Noah flatly stated, slowly begginging to advance. "I will not let you threaten my companions if you turn." He stopped for a moment, surprised with himself. He had barely just met Dave and Thomas, and he was already prepared to make sure they were safe?
Huh.
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Post by Thomas Greene on Jan 16, 2011 22:22:22 GMT -5
Seriously, was this what this dumb redneck was thinking, 'let's go shopping while a fucking zombie outbreak was going?' Even Noah insisted to leave him behind. Has this hillbilly even been to a mall before, let alone seen one?" Nevermind, he didn't even want to know. It would be some sort of long drawn out story about his drunk friends doing something stupid.
However, if he argued with him, Dave would keep begging him until he would eventually give in. Then again, he could get a new set of clothes. A business suit with dress shoes isn't exactly survivor wear. And it was possible that there is a sport store around here that has guns and ammo (hopefully not emptied out). "I guess we can look around, but only if it's to gather supplies and only supplies," Thomas clearified, "It means we're only going to take what we need and that's it."
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Post by Dave Rowlins on Jan 16, 2011 22:56:40 GMT -5
“Supplies, duh.” Dave rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t sayin’ we should check out ‘Lingerie Deluxe,’ pal.” He snorted. Only supplies, Tommy whined. What did he think Dave was, an idiot? He’d wanted to explore for good spots to search or hole up, not go on a shopping spree for heels, scarves, disco-pants, and haircuts.
Muttering a final ‘What’re you, my ma?’, Dave jogged over to the escalator and slid down the banister. Without bothering to wait for Tommy, he started a brick stroll towards the right side of the mall. He hadn’t been paying too much attention on their way in, but he swore he remembered seeing a Pizza-zilla on the way in. Yeah, cheese probably wouldn’t have kept, but they could at least check (maybe it aged well?) and see. Heck, maybe they’d find enough to make the crust, at least. Oh, and the fact that Pizza-zilla was his second-favorite restaurant might have had something to do with it...
Almost immediately, he spotted the red-and-orange cardboard-cutout mascot outside the store. The smiling shark-grin of Pizzilla the Lizard was enough to move his trot to a sprint, and he swiftly vaulted behind the counter to begin his search, Tom or no Tom.
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Post by Ellis on Jan 17, 2011 21:31:58 GMT -5
Now on a list of what Ellis planned to do today, getting killed by some monk-looking guy wasn't on it. One minute he's just having friendly conversation and the next a sword was pointed at him. The man gulped uneasily. This was not good.
"Whoa, whoa. Easy there bud." Ellis began backing up, his hands raised in a 'cool-off' gesture. "I'm not turning into an Infected. Honest to God over here. So just put that nice lil' trinket away and then let's find us a safe room. Sound good?"
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