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Post by B on Mar 31, 2011 1:21:15 GMT -5
Tara smiled as Emily let fly a bullet on her own and even absorbed the recoil remarkably well for her inexperience. Tara knelt beside her again and patted her on the shoulder. "See? Guns are only bad if the person makes them bad. But you? I think one day you'll save someone's life. You don't have to be a soldier to want to protect someone and the only way you can protect someone these days is with a gun." That might've sounded a little harsh to a child. Tara decided to rewind her thoughts a bit. "Just... Don't be too quick to dislike them. If you trust yourself you can trust the gun in your own hand." The sun seemed to be close to the ground, not yet reddening the sky but enough to cast a feint orange hue. "It's starting to get late and we did shoot. Lets get back to the cabin. Okay?" Unconsciously, Tara took Emily's hand and they walked back without incident. Once they hit the front door Tara looked at the child. "Okay, I'm going to go talk with Richard, he's the big fellow over there. You wait for your mom, okay?" Giving Emily another smile Tara walked over to the large soldier who laughed and put out his hand to shake, Tara took it and sat next to him. Three words later Tara was talking about Emily and the event that took place. She sounded ecstatic.
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This feeling... It's happening... It's happening right now. He had to get away... He doesn't know what's happening but he knows that he isn't them. He needs to be alone. This looks like a good place... They wont find him here. The sound of boot scraping on rock, Vincent didn't turn around. His name, that voice, he knew it all too well. He put his small hand out towards the noise, not turning to look at her. "No! Stay back!" She reminded him that she's a scientist and that she can help him. She created him... But she hasn't known what was wrong with him this whole time. How can she help him? He can't allow her to be nearby. What if... What if he hurts her? "No... Go.. Away. I need to be alone..." She told him that she wont and that bad things happen when she does. No, she can't stay. "Trust.. Me. I need to do this... Alone. Please... Leave." of course it didn't work. He had to be hard on her. He growled slightly, didn't sound too intimidating from such a small frame. "Go! Now!" She said he was being difficult. He lurched forward slightly. He grunted feebly. Pat-pat-spat. It was coming...Tink! her foot hit an empty bottle, easily signaling that she was getting closer. Again he put his, now bloody, hand out, slightly looking back. Dim red eyes widely staring at her. "No... Just go... This wont be... the last time..." Again she tried, the pain was getting intense. The boy raised his voice. "GOOO! GO NOW! NOOW! GO! I DONT WANT YOU HERE! GOOO! NOOOWW!!!" He continued to scream, not letting her get one word in. His screaming continued for a good 5 minutes after she disappeared. Then a loud cry and silence...
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The boat docked and Redwood was elevated to the entrance of the ship. On the deck she asked around for GRIM. Nobody really seemed to know except one who said he saw him go into a room in crew quarters C. Redwood navigated her way through the closed in halls until she got where she wanted to go. It wasn't difficult to find out which room he was in. There was a consistent tink noise. Not even bothering to knock, Redwood opened the door. There was a small table in the room where he was laying over, he was shirtless and he was continually banging a pencil against a full glass of scotch. This was the most of what most people saw of GRIM. She couldn't help but scan his body, more looking for any battle wounds and scars, he didn't have any as far as she knew. As for his over all looks? Yeah she couldn't deny that that he was hot but she had accepted that she was too old for any of that now. Putting aside his moment of exposure, she decided to speak. "What are you doing?" He pulled up his head and looked up at Redwood, squinting as his intoxication made his eyes sensitive to light. "Nuthin'... What. Do you want?" He spoke carefully, maybe he was trying to cover up that he was drunk. But the boat wasn't moving so that head sway definitely spoke out. "Are you drunk? Really?" "I... May have had... A bit to drink... I don't see how..." He paused a second and looked down at the near-empty body. His brows furrowed for a second before looking back at Redwood. "Sorry... What'd you want?" Redwood folded her arms. "Most of these soldiers here look up to you and you're in here getting wasted? Looks like the GRIM Reaper is nothing but flesh and bone. "Fuuuck you." He sounded like he was making a joke, even smiled slightly but Redwood wasn't. "The boy is missing. Have you seen him?" "Vincent? I haven't... Seen." He paused again and looked at the bottle before looking back at her. Redwood sighed impatiently. "Look, I'm going. You find him you get your ass up and tell us. Don't fall off the boat and drown when you do." She closed the metallic door and went back up to deck. The soldiers carrying supplies aboard the boat were ordered to help her search. All but one who continued to do the loading. They spent a long time, two hours in fact, scouring the ship for the child with no luck. When Redwood caught the boat back she saw Amanda outside the cabin, staring at the soldiers. When Amanda saw Redwood, Redwood shook her head. "He's not on the ship, he's not in the cabin. Did you have any luck?"
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Post by D on Apr 1, 2011 21:01:56 GMT -5
After the pat, Emily looked up with a bright grin, finally certain that Ms. Tara was a nice person. Maybe it was because she was a child that she did not understand the full meaning of the woman’s words, but the child would remember them for ages. “Ok, Ms. Tara!” It was quite clear that the girl didn’t understand it all that much, but maybe it was ok for now. No one wanted to see a sad child.
By now, it was getting late and Emily let Tara take her hand so they could be led back. Once they hit the front door, they parted ways. The little girl watched Tara go over to speak with another soldier and again she was left alone. Hmm, what would she do now? She knew that VinVin was still sick and that her mom was busy. It seemed that now and days, her mom was always working on something.
Knowing that her mom didn’t like being bothered, the little girl ran off to look for something else to do. It wasn’t long before the little girl found the cabin’s library. At that time, few of the soldiers were there, so she entered in and quietly settled in after finding a comfortable spot. The little girl took a big book and quietly she began to read. Amanda came back to the cabin with her normal expressions. From the way she walked into the cabin, it seemed as if she were just having another workday with a lack of progress. What a story. It was clear that she wasn’t in the best of moods, but no one wanted to bother a scientist like her. Who knew what she could do, right?
No one decided to bother her and she decided not to bother anyone as well, so she found herself a nice spot to sit. She tried to relax herself by leaning back against the wall and then she looked around. Amanda spotted a few soldiers and quietly she observed them. It was strange in the current times because there was a lack of humanity, but ‘people watching’ was one of her pastimes.
She continued her attempt to relax even after the soldiers left and she simply just stayed on the porch. It didn’t seem like she was doing anything, but the silence helped her think. Sometime later, she noticed Redwood approaching her and she gave an acknowledging nod. She saw the older woman shake her head and Amanda shook her own head in response to the older woman’s question. Amanda then gave a quiet reply. “He doesn’t want to be found.”
Amanda straightened herself up and continued to speak. “I know…” Her hand moved to her holstered pistol. “…that I am responsible.” She pulled a cigarette from her pocket and placed it between her lips. “How unfortunate. “ Then she lit it. “Did you find any word on the spy or the other one…” Amanda thought for a moment. “Oh, and GRIM?”
In the cold air, she could see her breaths and the smoke mix. It was an amusing thing to see. She blew a bit of the smoke toward the old woman and saw that it bothered her. “Right, you don’t smoke…Should I stop? I might take some of your life away.”
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Post by B on Apr 2, 2011 23:33:07 GMT -5
Redwood raised an eyebrow at her response about the boy. The look on her face seemed unworried and the normal Amanda. She likely found the boy and it wasn't good, she must be suppressing her emotions, as usual. Redwood decided to leave the subject be when Amanda questioned her about the spy and GRIM. Redwood shrugged. "No news on the spy yet. We just got here. I'm going to appoint one of my trusted men to question the people around here. Don't worry, I was with him when the ship went hectic. As for GRIM... It seems that he's taking a personal day..." She sounded slightly annoyed. Then she started coughing and swiping smoke out of her face. "You don't have to stop but please blow it a different direction. I don't have much life left." She said in slight amusement. She then looked out towards the darkening sea. It seemed that the divers were finally beginning to take a break for the day. "Alright, I'm going to talk to my friend. I'll see you in the morning."
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A few days passed by. Frederick Connely was in charge of the investigation. His brother, Alex Connely kept with him in case the spy got violent. Twice over were people interviewed but every single person had someone who vouched for him. He was sitting on the ship, a bunch of pictures laid out in front of him. Some of them were pushed off to the side and only two pictures remained in the middle. "It makes no sense..." Fred said to his sibling. "Every one of these people are being pointed out. But these three..." Alex stopped his brother and pointed at the woman whose name written in black sharpie read "Tara Banks". "But her? She was pointed out by half the people." Fred nodded. "Yes, but not a single one of them knew this man... This... Peter Louis fella." "What about Andrew Garcia? No one knew him." Fred looked at the face and put on his signature leather cowboy hat. "I guess we should pay him another visit. Question about what he knew at the base." "What if the spy was at the base this whole time?" Fred nodded and looked at the plastic bag put aside. In it was a .45 equipped with a silencer. "I have an idea." "What?" "When I was in the police force we used a fine powder to recover fingerprints. I believe I remember how to make it but I'm going to need some supplies." Alex chuckled and looked up at his older brother, scratching his thin beard. "Road trip?" "Oh yeah. There should be stamp ink on the bridge. Go get it and have everyone put their thumb in it then place it on a white piece of paper. Write their name under it then place it into a baggie BY ITSELF. Do not let the ink smear. I'll be back in an hour." "It's dangerous out there, though. Why can't I come wi-" "I'll be fine. I may be older but I'm not old yet."
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GRIM and Redwood were standing by each other, GRIM was leaning against the house and Redwood seemed to be writing something on a map. They didn't speak. GRIM was regretting having lost his bottle and a little bothered by the fact that Redwood had locked away the rest of the bottles. It was one time, why is it so bad? Redwood smirked at the thought of a pissy faced GRIM under the mask. He didn't seem one to be that childish but it was still funny. Didn't matter, though. She was checking the nearest town so that Frederick could raid the area for his supplies. It would take a few to get done but anything to catch the assassin before more people die, or worse, he calls for reinforcements.
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Post by D on Apr 9, 2011 15:30:22 GMT -5
So while the investigation went on to find the spy, Amanda did a little bit of exploring. The area was definitely a green zone and she was surprised for the lack of undead infestation. Was there something here that just seemed to repel the decaying horde? Amanda thought for a few and then decided to move on. It wasn’t a question worth answering.
After she was done exploring, she returned to the cabin and entered the kitchen. To amuse some of the soldiers, she made herself a cup of tea, took a few cookies, and ate them while making remarks about ‘biscuits.’ A few laughed, some rolled their eyes, but for the most part they left her alone.
Emily, on the other hand, slept most of the day. After reading some articles from the encyclopedia again, she fell asleep because she grew tired of boring pictures. She was a bright person, but still as a child, she believed that things were a lot more worthwhile with pretty pictures.
Somewhere around midday did the little girl wake up and immediately after, she looked for some food. The first place she entered was the kitchen and inside she found her mother. “Mommy! I’m hungry!” At first, her mother looked at her with confusion, but once the plate of cookies was pushed in her direction, be began to eat. “No more…” Then before long, they were eating other goods.
The day seemed to pass without much progress on the Spy case, but Amanda knew that it wouldn’t last for long. She knew how ARC worked and it wouldn’t be long until they struck again.
A restless person she was, so she didn’t bother trying to go to sleep. Instead, she found herself a good book and a nice spot to read in the cabin’s ‘garage.’ In the late hours of night, only a handful were awake other than Amanda. A few nightly guards here and there, and others doing whatever things they liked to do on there own. While the people of the cabin were preoccupied with whatever they were doing, beings of the shadows dashed from cover to cover.
They had arrived a day earlier, but how they had arrived was a secret only shared between their groups. It didn’t matter though as what mattered was the current objective at hand. Of course, their leader had modified the objective, but the others knew nothing of it. It was better that way for they didn’t have time to argue.
When they got close enough the group split off into smaller groups and then they broke off. A group, named Charlie, kept at a spot to ensure a safe getaway. Another, called Bravo, headed for the ship and the last group, Alpha, went for the cabin. The groups moved swiftly and quietly.
Because they were trained well, Bravo team had no problem getting onto the ship, but unfortunately, the first person they ran into was a man known as GRIM. They stopped as soon as they saw the man’s back and thought of neaking past, but a newcomer to the team made a rookie mistake and knocked over some things. Those sounds started a fight.
Meanwhile, the Alpha team neared Amanda’s position. The team had an easier time being quiet as there was less to trip on, but unlike Bravo team, the leader of Alpha squad made sure to break cover. After they checked various rooms, they finally came upon the hideout’s garage. The Alpha leader counted down quietly from three and one of his teammates slowly opened the door. As the Alpha member opened the door, he spotted movement in the room and signaled it to the others. Then Alpha leader lead two others in while the rest watched their backs.
The door creaked ever so slightly, but in the dead of night it wasn’t hard to hear it. When the creak started, Amanda looked up to see the door opening in a slow and deliberate pace. Of course, she was curious to see who it was, but then she saw a glint of light off of a weapon’s familiar attachment. Quietly, she slipped off from her chair and quickly duck behind a car.
She sat there silently, thinking of a plan. They had silencers equipped and Amanda knew that not many of the soldiers in the cabin group used them. Even if they did, it would be strange to be carrying them around, especially because of the spy scare. So Amanda came up tto one conclusion. These people weren’t apart of the base. From the way they operated and moved, Amanda guessed that these were ARC’s dogs.
Alerting the others would do more harm than good, so she decided that all she could do was run. With nearly perfect timing, she dashed for the door and got out. The two Alpha members ran after her, but the Alpha leader stayed behind. He put a finger to his earpiece and said, “Target found.” He then turned to the rest of the team and signaled them to move out for an interception.
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Post by B on Apr 24, 2011 2:48:13 GMT -5
It was windy on the ship. A cold chill in the air, not that GRIM would know, being in full gear didn't allow him to experience the air. There were still a lot of crates on board the ship. It was clear that this crew did not intend to make their journey back to Spain. GRIM lifted one of the boxes after he undid the lock. Definitely not what he was looking for. A crate full of condoms of many varieties in size and brand, as well as a dozen or so unchristian booklets. Nono, definitely not what GRIM was looking for. He wasn't a sex enthusiast. He dropped the crate and immediately took notice of a creak that definitely was not his. Followed by very slight whispers. GRIM frowned under his mask as he took a step back into the denser, larger crates. "Shit." One of the ARC troopers grunted. "He's gonna call for backup. We gotta catch him." Three of them instantly started into the large mess of crates while two of them sat behind. A larger man looked over at the accident-proned rookie. "You stay here, dumbass. I'm going to flank to the right. Keep a lookout here." He walked off, three others followed. That left the rookie and three others to stay in their current position. The other two decided they'd stay with the rookie. Splitting off into such small groups was stupid. Better to have two teams flush him out then the waiting group gets an open shot. The first group of three were navigating their way past the crates when a loud noise sounded. They immediately turned to it and began firing. Little noise came due to their silencers but the box they fired at was ripped to shreds, at the base of it was a wrench. "It's a tr-GUACK!" He must have come from the top of one of the crates. He was on top of the Bravo's leader, a large blade in the man's neck. One of the soldiers were quicker to react than the other one and went to swing his gun to aim at GRIM but the better fighter didn't allow it. He had grabbed the mussel of the gun. The unexpected grab took the ARC soldier by surprise and he pulled the trigger. Quite a few bullets found themselves in his comrade's stomach, marking the second victim of this soon-to-be massacre. The ARC soldier was now quick to try to get GRIM away, attempting at a kick but GRIM let go of the gun and grabbed the leg instead. With a strong tug the man fell to the floor and GRIM began stabbing him repeatedly with the same blade used to impale the leader. Blood could be seen gushing from the soldier's balaclava. His struggled, drowning breaths full of blood. Eventually no more gurgles were heard. "Commander? Come in. Commander?" "He must be close. Stop transmission, don't give away his position." The four continued through the maze. One of them stopped to look at the open porno box. He looked over at his comrades then at the the items he was denied back at base. Immediately he grabbed a few handfulls of condoms then went to grab one of the books, leaning over in a perfect position. GRIM let the axe fall. The man's head fell into the box of sexual items GRIM kicked the box and the lid fell down, head still inside. "That's sure to give some horny bastard a surprise." He murmured to himself then casually stepped over the body to continue after the other three. "Marcus... Goddamnit Marcus you were supposed to stay in position. Shit he aint responding." "That one must've called for backup."
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She fought to light the cigarette she had snag out of Amanda's pack earlier in the day. FLICK! FLICK! FLICK! "Motherfucker!" She grunted before she was able to open the metallic door to the outside. As she fused the line, the cigarette fell from her lips. She ran a hand across her bald head and bent down to pick it up. When she brought herself back up and looked out the window she paused before she opened it. There were three people standing right there. They were in full tactical gear, gear she wasn't familiar with and in a battle stance. Well... If they were allies then someone was gonna regret not giving her the memo. She turned and went back to her room. A minute later she returned with two things in hand and a lit cigarette in lips. Her right hand was a metal bat. Her left she balanced a sawed off double-barrel shotgun. Putting the bat between her armpit she used her free hand to slowly open the door without noise. The chatter going through their radios was enough to make them not notice anything. She just stood there for a few seconds behind them, looking at their asses and comparing. One guy was fat, he had to go. But the smaller one had nice round cheeks. She stood there a few minutes more, looking over their shoulder as if she was one of them waiting for the enemy to pop out. When she got bored of playing with their ignorance she readied the bat with her right hand. She timed it and WHAP! on the smaller guy, he went down, out for the count. Before the other two could react the easy-to-weild shotgun was already up. BWAP! BWAP!. Neither of them had a head left over. Buttons dropped the bat and took the cigarette from her mouth. Letting herself exhale some of the smoke, looking thoughtfully at the unconscious rookie. "Who are you?... Whatever I'm going to have some fun with you, you might like it." She grabbed his foot and dragged him inside, closing the door carefully yet again. As for the gunshots? Most of the soldiers in the cabin assumed someone was drunk and doing target practice.
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"FUCK! Shots fired! If we have to go loud, go loud. We've been discovered." The other two nodded. A smaller man got impatient. "I'm going to get a better vantage point at the top of the crate." The seemingly leader of this small group nodded. The man climbed up to the top and looked over the way. He didn't see any enemy but he did feel a sharp pain in his arm. He howled and fell from the crate accidentally. He went to touch his arm but he grunted even more. It was then he noticed that he was hit by an arrow. The other two instantly turned around and ran back to their wounded ally. The other soldier was a female. She put down a first aid kid and began applying pressure. "It's not bad. You should still be able to function the left arm. I'm going to give you some adrenalin-" "ELAINE!" Eerrgghh... CRUSH! A large metal crate was hit and topped over on top of the two. That left one. "COME OUT!" He shouted and threw down his gun while taking off his helmet and balaclava. "LETS DO THIS MAN TO MAN YOU MOTHER FUCKING COWARD!" Grim stepped off the forklift and listened to the calls. He shrugged and walked over to the screaming man. When GRIM faced him between the crates the soldier unbuckled his belt and threw that along with his side arm aside. "True warriors fight without masks." GRIM tilted his head then actually decided to remove the gasmask and helmet and toss it aside. "You're wasting time." GRIM said. The other man nodded and instantly charged. GRIM grabbed him in mid charge and tossed him overboard immediately. GRIM then looked over the side and waited with his revolver pointed in the direction. He watched the bubbles continue then stop suddenly. GRIM decided that he would leave it alone and that the guy would likely drown. Boy are the freight engineers going to be sickened tomorrow.
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Post by D on Apr 24, 2011 4:23:55 GMT -5
Amanda somehow lost the two ARC grunts when she hopped a fence. Due to her already weakened state from the virus, she stopped, leaned against the fence, and tried to catch a breath. The run had taken an unexpected amount of energy from her and she disliked it a lot. “Damn…it…” She muttered and allowed herself a moment to rest, but the moment was quickly replaced with one of panic.
She had forgotten about Emily.
Cautiously and slowly, she navigated back to the house and avoiding detection, she got up to the second floor. With her gun in hand, she carefully searched for the girl, worried that they might have taken her. For a moment, she had forgotten about her own safety and that was all it took.
Forgetting to check a room, she passed it, unaware of the strangely placed shadow, and soon enough, she was grabbed back by the shadow. The Arc soldier placed a hand over her mouth and pulled her into the cabin’s ‘music room.’ It was sound proof and perfect for what he had in mind. The door was quickly closed behind him and he was already mounting her.
He made sure to toss her gun away from her before she could do any harm and then he uncovered her mouth. “I will kill you.” He heard her say as he pinned her to the floor. She was calm and cold and this wasn’t at all how he imagined it. The soldier wanted to hear her scream and cry, but unfortunately that would never happen. “You will regret doing this,” She continued. “Try it and I promise that you will regret it.”
Minutes later, he had managed to undo her clothes and was now in the process of undoing his own, but he foolishly forgot who he was dealing with.
If there was one thing that kept Amanda in check then it was having a certain type of attention. For a brief moment he lacked it and in that moment Amanda acted. Even while she was sprawled out on the floor, now barely dressed, with her dignity practically destroyed, she was able to wiggle her arm free. With a quick motion, she unclipped his knife holster, pulled out the combat knife, and placed it at a dangerous position to him. Even if he did manage to wrestle it from her, he would have trouble.
“I don’t care who you are, but I will tell you this…”
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“Mommy…?” Emily woke up from a nightmare. Nightmares always ended in gunshots for some reason and she wasn’t entirely sure why, but that didn’t matter. If the nightmares scared her then it scared her. “Mommy?” She called out again to make sure that her mother was near by, but when she realized that she was alone again, her fear grew ever so slightly.
What if the gun shots had gotten her mother? Where was her mom? Where was Vinvin?
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“Shit…Bravo’s down.”
“Check the lifelines for Alpha then.”
“Alpha’s found the target.”
“What’s taking them?”
“Yes, what’s taking you Klein.”
A female voice answered. “He’s with the target and I’ve got him on the leash. I suggest you fall back or I will personally end the rest of your pathetic teams. You’ve seen what I can do to whole bases of monsters. Imagine what I can do with my men against your shoddy performances.” It wasn’t apparent to them, but she didn’t like the way ‘my men’ rolled off her tongue. Associating herself with these people bothered her.
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Post by D on Jun 10, 2011 18:30:35 GMT -5
Once the night was over the ARC soldiers were captured and put into a makeshift cell. In the days that followed, members of the attack group were executed without warning until it was decided that she would leave. “ Redwood, I will leave soon.” They spoke in front of the prisoners and absentmindedly, Amanda pulled out a revolver. She then proceeded to fire it into the cell. The bullet hit one of the soldiers and the two could hear the man’s yells, but Amanda ignored him. “This is quite important.”
“I’m not going to stop you…But what about the child?”
“She will stay here. Take care of her.”
“You’re going to leave her? ... I just hope you are sure what you are doing is more important, that is more important than her being with you.”
Amanda chuckled. “There are scarier things out there and I plan on conquering them all.” Kendall walked into the room and she glanced at him. “Besides, you will see that the girl is quite useful.”
“Isn’t that cute… she trusts you.” Kendall grinned and retrieved some of his weapons from a bin. As he pulled for his rifle, he could see that the prisoners looked very displeased with him, but he didn’t mind at all. The only person who could lay a hand on Amanda was him and well, she only liked it rough from him, but no one really knew that. He chuckled to himself and turned back to Redwood. “You must have made a grand impression on her.”
She coughed and took out a fold up map. “I have marked a few places on that map. Do something useful with it…They are…Places of interest. People and…Soldier friendly places.” It was after she told Redwood that the older woman talked about the possibility of staying again and Amanda moved toward the door. “If I stayed all of my enemies would be yours… and useful…” She paused to think of a word. “…people shouldn’t be wasted.”
Just as she was about to put her hand on the door, she stopped and holstered the revolver. “Three days. Expect some form of communication. They won’t be long.” She exited the room and picked up a travel sack.
Kendall stayed behind for a while. “These boys are lucky that you’re in charge of them now.” Then he followed Amanda through the door and they both left on their journey.
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“Where are we heading?”
“North.”
“How far north?” “Far, far, far north.”
“So we will need lots of warm clothing…”
“There will be stops along the way.”
“Do you know what you’re doing, Amanda?”
“It was a lot worse in Africa.”
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Kendall was a talkative person and in comparison, it made Amanda seem laconic. Tired from engaging in conversation with him, Amanda decided that it was time to take a break from the walk. She could see a large warehouse up ahead and from the signs it used to be a home depot. Amanda remembered a place like that from her childhood. They were hazy memories that included lawn mowers and sharp blades. She hoped that the place still had some of those blades because the ammunition they brought was limited.
“There. We’re going there.”
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Post by D on Jun 18, 2011 1:10:41 GMT -5
“Oh, look at this lovely specimen.” Amanda chuckled before giving the downed body a kick. “I would say that someone created a stronghold here.” She looked up from the body and into the large hole in the metal gate that once guarded the entrance. It was large enough for a decently sized man to get through, but she knew that if there was a hole here then the 'owner' of the place had probably set up traps. Without having to waste her effort telling kendall, the man threw the body into the hole.
A boom sounded from within and the metal gate swelled from the explosion. “I wonder how the boy is doing?” He looked in to see the charred remains of the body and grinned. “That was some explosion...but you still want to go in, huh?” He saw her look at him with her eyes that told him, 'Of course,' and then he nodded slowly. Knowing her, he knew that he would be doing a lot of the work, but he didn't blame her. She was a lot more fragile than the last time he saw her.
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So it didn't take long to disarm and ruin all the traps laid. As the traps became more dangerous and more complex, the pair knew that who ever had set them were packing some heat and being extra careful. That, or whoever it was was extremely fearful of becoming one of those sick nonhuman bastards. It was funny, really. In this world, people feared the undead and the plagas so much that they sometimes forgot about the scarier things. The things that were smarter and a lot more creative.
“Pleasant system you have here. Trying to kill one of the mutated ones, I gather?” Amanda kept her back against the wall with her revolver in hand. “If one person can get through, then I am sure that those traps would have done nothing against one of the larger mutations.” Whoever was in there had just cocked and readied their gun. “Oh...I just wanted a little talk..” She leaned and took a peek, but quickly retreated back to her hiding place. Where her head had been was a nice hole created with the help of a shot gun.
Amanda could hear Kendall trying to stifle his laugh, but she was less than amused with the situation. It seemed that the person wasn't amused either. The man, atleast from what she could tell from his voice, viewed the pair as dangerous and he was quite angry at the fact that they had ruined the traps. “We took ages! What the hell do you want coming in through here?! Gittout 'fore we kill you!” A shot was fired and the man fell to the ground. “You stupid bitch! Agh! You shot me.”
At this point, both Kendall and Amanda entered. Amanda handed Kendall his pistol back and stayed near the wall while Kendall proceeded to disarm the man. He pulled the man from the wall and wrestled him to the ground. The two men exchanged punches until it was obvious that Kendall had the upper hand. To make sure he kept on the ground, Amanda kept her weapon aimed. “Alfie! Your name is Alfie... Nice name tag, stay on the ground though! No wonder you're angry. So, where are the tools, chap?” Kendall kept him pinned on the ground.
“I ain't tellin' you nuttin!” Alfie yelled. After being beaten to the ground, he was now infuriated. His face turned red with fury and to some it would look comical that his shade red matched well with his ginger hair. “You stupid asssholes will be killed!” Kendall punched Alfie in the face again. “Fuck you!”
Amanda looked out of the door and walked over to the two men. She gently tapped Kendall on the shoulder. “He has friends. You finish up and I'll go check out some place else.” With that, she left the room.
Kendall turned back to Alfie and sighed. “Be glad that I am not her.” He knocked the beer gutted gentleman out with a quick but strong punch to the face. “Amanda, wait for me!”
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“A shovel, some ammunition, his shotgun, and three extra pistols. You would think that he would have more.”
“Ah, Amanda, for the first time, I think we got a pretty good haul in.”
“Hm...”
“We got batteries too!”
“I told you not to touch that.”
“It was just a plug.”
“Why would a plug need batteries?”
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They walked a few more hours until they found an old gas station. The pair chose to rest there for the night. The two received enough sleep to function properly but as far as amount, they received little. As soon as the sun came up, the two continued their journey north. Kendall, not being a morning person, hardly said anything and for a while, Amanda had some peace.
“I need to take a leak.” Kendall suddenly announced and before Amanda could turn, the man had disappeared into the bushes.
She waited.
And waited.
Until there was a rustle.
“You took your time.” She crossed her arms.
“And you wasted your's.” A butt of a gun came down on her head and the world went black.
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Post by D on Sept 24, 2011 0:38:27 GMT -5
She woke up to the sound of trashy music and to the smell of sweat and weed. The combination was new to her, but that wasn’t what shocked her. When she opened her eyes a spotlight blinded her and for a moment the music stopped. “Well will you look at that! Alfie’s guest is awake!” A menancing voice said through a microphone. “Looks like you freaks are in for a treat!” There was a laugh that echoed through the gigantic, silent room. “It’s feeding pit time!”
Suddenly, the floor below her opened and the chair that supported her fell into a hole. There was a crack and a smash. “What the-“ Amanda heard from beside her and there she saw Kendall beginning to wake up. “Oh, lookit that, zombies!” He exclaimed and Amanda looked down. The undead clawed the metal plated walls of their pit as they tried to climb, ignoring the newly shattered chairs.
From looking down, Amanda noticed that blood drips below her. Upon closer inspection, she realized that they were coming from her. It was at that moment that all the pain from her wounds hit her all at once. On her back side were various scrapes, bruises and gashes. As she tried to remember what had caused them, glimpses of a terrible memory surfaced. Just hours earlier, she remembered waking up in the middle of her own punishment.
Whoever had chained her and kept her suspended above this pit, had also chained her and dragged her across a road until she passed out once more.
From that, she still bled and it stung, but despite the pain, she thought it foolish to yell. It seemed that yelling would only speed up the process and would attract those degenerated bags of flesh below her. Slowly, but surely, Kendall and her were being lowered into the mess of undead. She chuckled slightly at the predicament, but she wasn’t worried. If she were to die, then she was to die.
The DJ of High Haven began to play music again as the High Haven members watched in anticipation, hoping that this sacrifice would be gruesome. All the while, Alfie, the pot bellied asshole, sat near the edge of the pit laughing at Amanda and Kendall. “You thought you could mess with me?! You’re fucking wrong you stupid bitch!” He continued to taunt until Amanda looked up with a glare that could stab right through you. In response to that, Alfie shut himself up and looked away, attempting to hide his fear.
When Amanda and Kendall touched the dirt, they were unhooked but still chained. Perhaps it was her blood that assisted her, but Amanda was able to loosen her chains enough to create some slack. “Fuck.” She growled slightly at the pain and waited a bit for adrenaline to set in. She was going to use what they gave her.
Kendall on the other hand was stuck without his arms and legs fully functioning because of the metal chains. Unlike his wife by title he didn’t have much blood to help him loosen the chains, but he could still work with this. After all he was dealing with zombies and not people. His maneuvers would work.
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Post by B on Sept 24, 2011 1:37:46 GMT -5
"Yeah! you with them? Crazy fucking bitch with her ARC guard." Meryl leaned in close to Nessa. "Could that be the child in the video?" "It wasn't a child." The scraggly man interjected. "This guy looked like he can handle himself but the girl looked tougher." Nessa seemed to agree that it was Amanda. "I think I know where they went, High Haven." The scraggly man jumped into the conversation again. "You can't go there it's dangerous." "Normally people who say I can't go somewhere end up on their face. But I like you, so you wouldn't ever chain me down, would ya?" Meryl asked with a smirk. The guy glanced at the indian fellow and his smaller female friend then back to Meryl. "Shit no. Just... Good luck." Meryl walked away with the other two. Kuse seemed to speak up. "It will be dangerous. We must go together." "No. They'll shoot you on sight." Meryl said and looked at Nessa. "And you they'll see as an easy piece of meat. I'll go. You two wait a day. I'll be back with her or news that she's not there or dead. For now I'm going to go get a makeover." With that the woman walked away, leaving the two. Kuse turned to Vanessa. "That woman is crazy. Are you sure you want to follow her?"
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A collared white business shirt, buttoned down to reveal the crack of breasts, a black skirt that went just a little over her knees, held up with a black buckled belt, and... Combat boots? Okay, so she wouldn't be able to roleplay completely. A good thing she found the PCP at the ARC base. A good thing to trade in this world is drugs, it can also be used to get in. She slipped that into her chest pocket as well as her sunglasses which she left hanging over her right breast. She seemed to have cleaned herself somewhere and use Shampoo on her hair. All for the looks. It's a shame she didn't know how to put on makeup, she'll have to skip that, nobody is usually aroused by Picasso. All she had equipped was a .45 strapped to her leg with some extra clips by it as well as a combat knife in her boot. She flicked a slightly curled hair (that usually happened when she was able to wash it fully) out of her face and started towards the location she was given long ago. Just go in, act like everyone's dream ass then slip out when they're too doped up to notice.
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"Whoa tits. You a member... or... Fresh meat?" He was about 6'2, bald head, familiar tattoo on his right arm, and bulge in his pants. He leaned in close, he wanted some already, taking in the whiff of that perfume. "Oh yeah. I can be... Your member... Your fresh meat." "Lovely... How about we meet over there, then." He nodded towards an alley and Meryl smiled and reached into her breast pocket and pulled out the vial. "I have a better idea. How about you let me in and me, you, and your bosses can get to know each other a lil' better." "Now you're talkin' babe." He put a hand on her leg and pulled the gun from it. "No guns allowed, baby." "You're no fun." She pouted with her bottom lip protruding. He opened the door and the once-muffled music was now screaming in her ears. God, they call this stuff music? She's heard better cat screaming. As she entered she quickly lost the guy in the crowd. Nobody seemed to see her as a nonmember, there were a few people having sex, some just dancing, others seemingly to dance but it is actually drunk/high/maybe overdose induced shambling. Then the announcement came. Apparently someone was waking up. People began to push towards one area Meryl tried to get a view but she couldn't. She started walking up and easily pushed passed people for the price of a boob grab. One guy seemed to like ass. Meryl finally reached the edge, by her was a fat guy who licked his lips like a wolf hunting the sweetest prey in the world. There were two people in the chairs, Meryl examined their faces closely and it definitely take long to notice that one was her target, and the other was likely her ARC guard. As they began to be lowered down the music started blaring again. The guy next to her screamed out to them and Amanda looked their way and gave him a glare. That must've been Mr. Alfie. "She don't like you." Meryl Whispered close to him. And he only laughed wickedly. When they finally touched the dirt, Meryl smiled. Andersons, they never cease to be in the right place at the right time. She turned towards the fat tub of lard. "Hey honey." He seemed not to want to pay attention until he felt something on his crotch, he looked over to see her hand rubbed across it. "When this is over, your balls are mine, baby." She said in a seductive voice. He seemed to smile more, thinking that his name going off was giving him a reputation amongst the ladies. "Now give a lady some room for a second, please?" She asked and lightly pushed him to the right, and then did the same with the other guy. She grabbed the metal railing and leaped in, landing on an undead that caught the smell of the tied woman. The cheering stopped for a second as everyone was confused. Meryl didn't give time for the zombie to regain its bearings, she bent down, grabbed its chin with one hand, put her other hand on the forehead and and twisted, a loud KERSNAP could be heard just slightly over the music. The undead were still stumbling their way toward, Meryl had time to reach into her chest basket and pull out her shades. She flicked them out and put them over her hazel eyes. "You two just going to stand there wonder what the fuck is going on, or shall we show these people how to really party?" Meryl called out to them, her voice was still in sexy mode, likely as a mock to the people up above who now started cheering louder at the new arrival.
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Post by blackbat on Dec 28, 2011 22:25:09 GMT -5
High Haven’s pulse quickened at another batch of meat tossed to the fray. Excitement oozed from the pit, starting as the zombies’ moans, and translating into roaring crowds. The heavy thrum of the bass kept emotions grounded through the ecstasy laced haze of blinding lights and sweat covered patrons. Mr. Alfie revels in the feeling, the power, the pulse - his High Haven. A smile easily turns to a grin and laugh at another brilliant night. Yet, the chaos is not enough. He wants more. The itch twitching his finger and knotting his stomach demands more. He gives into the temptations without pause, without a second thought. High Haven is his, and all that is inside of it. He finds himself standing from his plush, velvet throne and calling to all that he owns. “Let’s get this party started!” The words are ravaged by the people in a mess of sweat and screams. Mr. Alfie is more than happy to supply the demand. A snap of his finger is all that is needed to call his most prized possession.
The bass is drowned out by an earth shaking rumble. Thundering footsteps rise above the din of High Haven’s heartbeat. It swells into the pit out from behind rusted gates and abyssal labyrinth below. Out lumbers an abomination hewn of flesh and bloodlust. A serrated bone lined maw greets its underlings, clawing past the hobbling walkers to its meal. Bloated limbs stuffed with stitched muscle and dead nerves raze the weaklings aside as it searches through the fray.
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Post by D on Dec 28, 2011 23:11:09 GMT -5
“Oh shit! Fucking brute! Fucking brute!” Kendall struggled to the side and rolled away from the mess that was the beast. “Manda, love! Care to help me?!” He yelled above the music, the people, and the twisted growls and snarls of the undead. “Like now, love! NOW!”
Amanda allowed out an exasperated sigh. “You can deal with it. Head of the Alpha squad and incapable?” She rubbed her wrists. They were bleeding, dirty, and stinging. It was probably inflamed. Perfect. This was another obstacle and another thing to deal with.
God damn it.
“Amanda, please.”
A chuckle. A chuckle left her lips as they parted into a grin. Was he begging? She would have questioned it more, but she wanted not to compromise her confidence. Of course it was the only confidence that mattered. Well, if he could keep her from ruining that then perhaps he could still be of use.
She walked over quickly and untied him while Meryl played with her new toy.
Typical, but convenient, she decided.
“How goes the beefcake, Anderson?” Yes, that’s what she needed. She needed small talk to cover the incessant noises. The people were bothersome. They were like- What were they like? Amanda thought for a moment as she pulled Kendall up. “Seagulls! Those bastards are seagulls!”
“Seagulls? What about ‘gulls?” Kendall asked as he got to his feet.
She turned away as she exhaled. “We are to raze this to the ground. Understood?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Good. We’re on the same page. Kill them all and leave them to their ends.”
“Yes ma’am.”
The chains were still on the floor. With her foot, she kicked it up halfway and then caught it with her right hand. For now this chain was her only weapon, but it would do well enough. Yes, she was at a disadvantage, but she had two advantages standing in front of her, Meryl and Kendall.
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Post by B on Dec 29, 2011 0:23:29 GMT -5
Meryl's smiled waned when she felt the Earth shake. Yes, the music was loud and she can feel it but this wasn't in synch with the music and stronger. "Of course..." She grunts as the creature made its appearance in the pit. Meryl took her eyes off of it for one second to look back at Amanda and her friend who seemed to be bitching about something, or whining. In addition, there appeared to be more walkers as well. Meryl smirked slightly again. She felt invincible now, she wont become a zombie, she wont become a monster, she could do anything. She shoved down one of the infected and made herself known to the mass of meat and muscle with a whistle. Unfortunately it seemed to excite the undead grunts as well. One of them lunged at her but she had easily seen him and jumped back a step, causing the reanimated corpse to hit the dirt. The crowd was more annoying than the music. Big, bad and ugly tried to grab at her with its right hand but caught nothing but air as she quickly broke out into a sprint behind him, pushing yet another zombie to the ground. Luckily there were no runners yet. She could see Amanda and her friend from the other side of the creature. They would have had the advantage if the man didn't need to be babied. Thunk! By her foot, someone threw a glock. She went to grab it but the goliath had already moved the distance to her. She was forced to fall back a bit further, also furthering the distance from the nearest walker. Some of the walkers had caught the delicious scent of Amanda and her butt buddy. "Amanda! The gun!" Meryl shouted, pointing at the Glock. While it was a good idea, the gun was closer to Meryl but Meryl had Mr. Big in the way and Amanda had his minions covering that side. Meryl didn't believe that the gun would have anything in it, but you never know. Most the people up above are high and lusting blood, they might want to see the lambs have a chance to fight the wolf back.
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Post by D on May 3, 2012 22:58:53 GMT -5
Something shook the ground. What was it?
Amanda looked over at Meryl who seemed oddly excited. “What is it?” The other woman asked for the firearm. “God damnit.” She muttered and then rushed over to the weapon. Even with her injuries it wasn’t hard to avoid her shambling foes. Quickly, she picked up the gun and fumbled with it because of her bloodied hands. “Inconvient!” As soon as she got a good hold on it, she tossed the weapon over to Meryl.
“B-babe! Help! Can’t do any more kicking!” Kendall squirmed and turned, trying to get away from the ravenous dead. While he struggled to get away, Amanda turned to fight the undead. If they were slow and very decayed, how hard would it be to snap some necks and bludgeon them with their own bones?
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Post by B on Nov 2, 2012 0:52:51 GMT -5
Amanda responded quick and efficiently despite her obvious handicaps and tossed the gun to Meryl. Meryl caught it with ease and dodged an incoming charge from the creature. Conveniently, the creature smashed a few of the undead in the process. Anybody who holds a gun could tell when a gun was loaded by the weight of it. This gun was extremely light and the clip was missing. A little pissed she checked the chamber when she had a second and noticed a lone bullet which she, in her head, named Bill. She'd have to use this bullet wisely because it was obvious that a punch or kick wasn't going to be enough to kill this beast. She put the gun in the flap of her skirt behind her back. "What a pain in the ass." She whispered as she moved to avoid a very lackluster zombie who merely stumbled towards her half heartedly. Little did Meryl know, this gentleman was quite the active individual back in the day. Top of his class, all around teacher's ass licker and to top it off he used to say "I'll sleep when I'm dead"; Greg Deetz was no liar. When she was a safe distance from the undead, in one of the cleared areas that gigantaur plowed through, Meryl saw Amanda fighting again with that chain. The chain was long enough... It was the only way to be able to properly find a weak point. Big guy was charging again. Luckily it seemed to do that alot and just run into the wall, stunning itself. Meryl easily ran around it and ran towards Amanda, shoulder ramming a zombie aside until she was able to finally get to Amanda and kick away a zombie. "Amanda, give me the other end of the chain, we need to take this guy down long enough to find a weak point. Its head looks too little like a head. If it's Plagas it has a parasite we just need-" A zombie grabbed her from the back but Amanda was quicker than it, shoving away Meryl and ending it. Meryl didn't see how but was just thankful she didn't have to suffer another bite. She went through quite a few traveling alone all this way, it seemed easier back in the day. "Thanks." She grunted, standing. "Big guy let out a roar. Another charge." Meryl picked up the other end of the chain and Amanda seemed to got the gist of what Meryl meant, she was, after all, very learned in most B.O.Ws. Naturally, the creature was too stupid to recognize it was about to get tripped but sure enough it went down, so did Meryl and probably Amanda, too but they had got what they wanted. Meryl jumped back to her feet, still holding the end of the chain and sprinted quickly towards the dazed creature. She wrapped the chain around, what she figured was, the neck. She then sprinted back towards where she originally was, the creature was starting to regain its feet. "Pull!" Meryl shouted and sure enough the two did pull. The force was enough to knock the creature back down to its feet in a submissive state, making squeaked attempts at roaring. So now they were pulling, choking it. Meryl didn't know what to expect of this, it kind of felt awkward but to her great surprise it had worked. In... a rather interesting area of the creature's body, an orange shafted parasite protruded, making squeels of its own as it dangled about. Meryl gasped, this was the weak point! She quickly began spinning, wrapping the chain around her while maintaining the pressure on the creature's neck, moving as though it was a dance. When she was close she began stomping the Weinis (a name now dubbed by Meryl). Sensing mortal danger, the creature moved with all its strength, flinging the chains around knocking away Meryl and probably Amanda. The Weinis went back into its protective sheath. "Uuurgh..." She looked over and saw Amanda's friend squirming to fight off more undead, she had undead problems herself. Might as well kill two birds with one stone. She shoved away a zombie and ran towards Kendall. "Hold still!" She grunted and picked up his torso half. She gritted her teeth and grunted more as she span him 360 and let go, his body bowled through a few zombies, including Mr. Deetz who still didn't appear to give a shit what happened around him. With the zombies around him stunned and nothing but smashed and dead-dead zombies on one side, Kendall would be safe to roll away and gain some distance from the small group of remaining zeds. Meryl still needed to handle that Weinis, though. Amanda seemed to be dealing with another zombie, apparently the only one near her. The chain was still perfectly around the Weinis Sheath (the name for the body of the creature) all they would need to do is stun the creature again and grab hold of the chain and pull, this time Meryl will use the pistol, though. The Weinis was small and could easily be splattered with a single shot. Meryl signaled Amanda when the zombie was dead. The Weinis Sheath was now charging ferociously towards Amanda, only hitting wall. Meryl sprinted as fast as she could for the chain and when she grabbed it she noticed Amanda grabbing her side. Again they pulled and it went down, the scenario playing out just like before which gave the assumption that the Weinis Sheath was not an intelligent creature. The Weinis protruded making the same pitiful noise. Meryl was faster with the dance this time, being wrapped in more chain this time (it wasn't centered well around the creature's neck). However she did it an then pulled the gun from her skirt, aimed, and fired. The Weinis exploded, the Weinis Sheath didn't make a noise as it fell over. The area where the Weinis was was gushing blood and brown pus at an alarming rate. Meryl looked upon hers and Amanda's handy work before remembering that they had four more zombies to finish off.
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