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Post by D on May 17, 2008 1:10:43 GMT -5
"I don't think there is a way out." "Howzat?" "Me and my girlfriend, Myranda, tried to take a train out when shit started to get weird, but when we were in line with like a bazillion people, there were screams and then, some fucking soldier guys started shooting at the crowd. Killing people. i got the fuck out, I don't know what happened to Myranda though." Vanesssa sighed and Stephen could tell that she was troubled. "Maybe there's like a tank or a plane somewhere where we can just bash the fuck out of here." "I don't suppose you know how to operate a plane or a tank..." There was silence and then Vanessa spoke up again. "I smell like a musty loser. Can we go now, please?" Stephen nodded and took her hand to make sure they didn't get separated. "Lets try staying away from the crazies...and I suppose we should be quiet." He led her out and back onto the streets of Raccoon. "Do you think guns will work? If not, we can always hit a gardening store."
Oh...how he wished that he was back in Australia. Nothing bad ever seemed to happen in Australia.
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Post by B on May 17, 2008 1:19:12 GMT -5
"Lets try staying away from the crazies...and I suppose we should be quiet." She heard him say and she nodded. "Okay." She whispered then he spoke up again. "Do you think guns will work? If not, we can always hit a gardening store." She thought a few seconds and shook her head. "I've never used a gun before." She said sincerely. "I've been shot at though... If that counts." She said in half the tone she used in the previous sentence. Then she spoke up again before he said anything. "I say we get a gun anyways. Trying to face demon cockroaches with a small knife and a shovel isn't something I'd call a date." She strained a smile. "But lets hurry, please." She didn't know the way to any gun shop. Girls like her didn't really note where they were, maybe this man would. If not they'd have to hit a tool shop after all. Maybe there'd be nail guns there.
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Post by D on May 17, 2008 1:30:42 GMT -5
"I've never used a gun before....I've been shot at though...If that counts." Stephen smiled, but laughed mentally. "I say we get a gun anyways. Trying to face demon cockroaches with a small knife and a shovel isn't something I'd call a date." Again with the cockroaches? Stephen still didn't get the whole cockroach thing, but it didn't matter at the moment, so he didn't ask. "But lets hurry, please."
Stephen nodded and then continued on. On the more truthful side, he didn't know how to shoot a gu. He was a gardener guy and not some soldier. But if seeing guns being shot with counted, then maybe he could try his hands with a firearm. "I don't know the directions from this street...but I do know that there is a gun shop on A St." He whispered. "My friend pointed it out while I drove him to the hospital today...Poor bloke...He looked really sick..."
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Post by B on May 17, 2008 1:50:27 GMT -5
Vanessa listened quietly. She shook her head. "Must've been a bitch getting into the hospital. Looked liked a lot of ambulances were running aroun- Eww! Dead dog." She said, almost stepping on a canine carcass. She stepped over it with a small squeal. She hated seeing dead animals. It made her sad, but this one made her sick because of the poor thing's state. A motorcycle could be heard in the distance. It was probably a good three or four blocks away. The drone of the loud engine quickly died out to her ears, either the person parked or was driving extremely fast and faded out into a farther part. With Stephen's "coordinates" and Vanessa's knowledge of a lot of streets they were getting close to where the gun shop was. "I wonder where they all are.." Then as if she jinxed them, a growl came from behind them. It was a dog... No, four of them.. They were mutilated and vicious to the sight. "Oh my god... Down Rosco... Be a good boy Buddy..." She whispered frantically. "Stevie.. I'm scared..." She whimpered quietly. The dogs slowly moved forward, exposed bone and long nails clipped loudly on the concrete underneath. If Stephen and Vanessa were to turn around they would see the gun shop was just a few buildings away. Could they really outrun the dogs though?
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Post by D on May 17, 2008 2:03:24 GMT -5
"Must've been a bitch getting into the hospital." "There wasn't enough room...so I was told to wait outside..." "Looked like a lot of ambulances were running aroun- Eww! Dead dog." There was silence again and then a motorcycle engine could be heard in the distance. The engine died down and Stephen looked at her. "...I'd love to follow that bikey, but we'd probably never catch up with the person..." He said, wanting to see if there were other sane people. "I wonder where they all are..." "Who?" He asked and then they heard a growl. They turned around and Stephen untied his garden fork. "Oh my god...Down Rosco...Be a good boy, Buddy...Stevie...I'm scared." He backed into Vanessa and pushed her back. "This can't be possible...they're dead-looking." A dog stepped forward, and Stephen stepped back. "I'll fend off the dogs...You go find the gun shop...I'll try to get to you..." He said and pushed Vanessa behind him some more. "If I do not come, please do run. If someone is to make it out alive...I'd say that the lady should."
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Post by B on May 17, 2008 2:40:59 GMT -5
Vanessa allowed herself to be backed by Stephen's arm. "I'll fend off the dogs...You go find the gun shop...I'll try to get to you..." She creased a smile at his words. "If I do not come, please do run. If someone is to make it out alive...I'd say that the lady should." She shook her head. "Oh stop trying to be romantic.. We both know I'm not the brightest of the bunch.." She confessed but her smile stayed. "There's got to be another way. They're not attacking." She said. One of the canines, a German Shepard and the most dangerous of them looked right and left. These things didn't seem stupid. Even Vanessa could just imagine that the dog was thinking of possible places their prey could run to. Soon enough it was too late for the two humans to think up another plan. The Shepard charged, the other three charged after. Vanessa fell back on landed on her butt but was quick to crawl back up to her feet and run, despite the sprain she had, towards the gun shop as was previously planned. She entered and didn't know whether to close the door. She knew that if she saw anything that wasn't Stephen run up, the glass doors would be close. After all, nothing could get passed thing glass doors with incantations that read "Mark's Gun Shop", right?
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Post by D on May 18, 2008 2:58:47 GMT -5
"Oh, stop trying to be romantic..." Romantic...? Stephen blinked his eyes and opened his mouth to say something, but he decided it wasn't the time to speak. "We both know I'm not the brightest of the bunch...There's got to be another way. They're not attacking."
"...I hate dogs..." Stephen muttered. He remembered all the times he had found dog shit on lawns and how he hated the stuff. Out of rotten luck, he always seemed to step in it, clean it up, or get it stuck on his gardening tools. "And the stuff that comes out of them..." As he said that, the German Shepard looked right and left. It didn't seemed like much, but the dogs didn't seem stupid.
In a quick second, the four dogs charged, and Stephen accidentally knocked Vanessa over. He didn't look behind him, but he knew that the girl made a sprint to the shop. When he redirected his attention to the dogs, the German Shepard leaped into the air. His garden fork went up and the thing collided with the sharp end. "It's...still moving!?" He said, watching the dog squirm and wiggle while it had the spikes in it. The Shepard got out of the spikes and Stephen decided it was time to run, but maybe his decision was a little too late...
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