Elias Kincaid
The two men in the distance were still struggling as one was trying to help the other up. It was little use as the leg of which the bone was sticking out was unable to support him. Still, his friend did his best to partially carrying him along and for a while they seemed to manage.
The one that carried his friend called out for the truck of survivors to stop, hoping that help would be offered to them. Sadly enough, his attempt was futile as even if the survivors would be willing to help, they wouldn't get a chance to.
On the horizon, a couple dozen feet behind the two of them, walkers were gathering from all sides and forming a big horde of at least 20. While numbers grew, they quickly seemed to progress through the street and towards the two friends. As slow as the zombies walked, the friends walked even slower and got more tired with every step. They were distracted too and panicked as they saw the zombies behind them, causing for the two of them to attempt to run but struggle to stay upright.
Within a minute, they both tripped and the zombies quickly caught up to them, the idea of a fresh meal being too appealing to risk losing track of them. They piled up on the two and started digging into them, making a bloody mess of their meal until they were surrounded by the zombies and hidden from sight. All that could be heard were the screams of demise and the grunting of the zombies and a few of them, particularly those on the sides of the pile continued to walk towards the truck, figuring that maybe they'd have a chance to get some fresh meat there instead.
The person would rise to their feet and shrug off the truck making their way back into the depths of the station in hopes of finding a generator to bring some form of life back into the station. He’d turn and peer through opened doors and broken windows to see inside of the few offices only to find nothing but wreckage of what used to be desks and computers. He’d continue on still until he come across a flight of stairs that went down with a sign reading “Holding and Garage” with the arrow on the sign pointing towards the stairs. Ahead of him however was a door that read “Maintenance” on it “Bingo... “The man sighed as he pushed at the door and it wouldn’t budge “Shit” The man began kicking at the door trying to get it open, only for his attention to be diverted to a sound coming from the stairs, the sound of boots hitting the floor as if someone was in the holding room or the garage scavenging “Oh hell no not this shit again” He’d begin making his way to the steps aiming his shotgun at the lower level “HELLO?! COME OUT OR I WILL OPEN FIRE!” The boot fall seemed to grow louder and Louder as it grew closer to the stairs, The mans nerves getting rather tense, he’d stand his ground
DM POST
As the sound of the boots became louder, it also became clear that whoever was coming his way wasn't simply walking. Every now and then the boots appeared to be lifted and come down loud while in between, they seemed to shuffle and slide over the floor. The movement was slow and whatever it was appeared to be climbing the stairs with great effort. It was focused on the stairs itself, more so than on the man it was reaching.
It was only when the man shouted again and voiced his warning that the creature op the stairs looked up, it's eyes a lively brown that slowly seemed to be dulling. It was wearing a blue shirt with matching blue pants and seemed to have a golden badged pinned on his chest. While it also wore a belt with a gun, it made no effort to grab the weapon and instead raised his hands in the air slowly, letting out noises that sounded like grunting and heavy panting while it slammed against the stairs with it's upper body.
"Please... don't...., help... me..." the creature, who appeared to be a man in his late 40's managed to bring out. It were words outed in despair that were said with a near final breath as he looked like he could pass out any second.
Elias Kincaid
The man slung his shotgun his shoulder and gave the man assistance and helped them up the stairs and into the main room of the station “Are you hurt or anything?” He’d reach for the mans sidearm as he quickly snatched from the holster and sat the man against the desk “And is there anything else I need to know?” The man would give the elderly man a look over for any potential wounds or any other stashed weapons “Does it hurt anywhere?”
DM POST
He needed the help to get up the stairs and if it hadn't been for that help, the man would probably have allowed himself to slump down onto the floor and remained there. His injuries and pain together with his panic would've won from his intelligence and his muscles screaming at him to run for his life. Another grunt left his lips in complaint when his sidearm was stolen but he had no energy left to try and get it back from the obviously stronger and unharmed other man. Instead, he sat down on the nearest chair he could find and grabbed his stomach, which was heavily bleeding and had been leaking a trail of blood that had followed him from the stairs to the main room.
"Hurt... yes..," he said, momentarily lifting up his hand to show the man the bite mark that had been inflicted upon him. It looked nasty, as if the zombie that had bitten him had just ripped out his stomach as a whole. There were scratch marks on his arm too and his clothing seemed to be torn here and there, but nothing looked quite as urgent as the wound that marked him as a lost cause. It was only when the man asked if there was anything else he needed to know that the man's eyes widened in wide shock and he started pointing at the doorway that led back to the stairs.
"Z-zomb-" he started, not even getting the word out before a horrifying creature appeared in that doorway and launched itself at the one that stood before him, albeit slowly and seemingly limited in it's undead movements. The zombie, who appeared to have been a man in his early 30's during life, let out a disturbing shriek as it attempted it's very best to get closer to the man with the stolen gun. The officer reached for his holster and remembered that it's empty before he used the last of his strength to get up and throw himself in front of the zombie.
"Run! For fuck's sake, run!" He screamed, his scream turning into a pure cry of pain as the zombie digged in to finish the meal that seemed to willingly return to him which briefly caused it to lose track of it's other target.
Elias Kincaid
The man slung the shotgun off his shoulder as he emptied the entire tube into the zombie and then unholstered his sidearm with his now free right hand as the left held the shotgun tightly Great a shambler He’d double tap the trigger sending a burst of bullets into the creatures skull As for you bud I hate to have to As the man went to abandon the zombie his radio would suddenly turn rather lively as a long awaited voice from the outside came through “Reaper do you copy this is Baseplate, Whats the status of the town? Are there any survivors?” The man spoke back into his radio “About time baseplate what the fucks been taking so long!” His voice sounding with a bit of annoyance l “No idea the full extent here but I do have a survivor and an ex-survivor who turned and apparently may have bitten and attacked the other survivor.” He looked back at the old man as he began loading the shotgun as the voice of the other from “baseplate” came back through “Exterminate the survivor” Reaper stood there for a moment and he would rack a shell into the chamber of the shotgun “Affirmative sir.”
DM POST
The man's expression changed into one of shock that was stirred through the pain as he realized that the other was not running. In fact, he seemed to show no signs of intending to run away from the zombie at all. The cold and calm action he used to take out the zombie confused him, and in his last moments he saw the gun being turned towards him while the creature that had just filled it's stomach on his flesh had collapsed on top of him.
He didn't even struggle or attempt to change the man's mind. He'd be dead within ten minutes and if the man chose to shoot him and waste a bullet on him then that could only mean he'd meet his demise a few minutes sooner and his pain would end fast. A soft nod was given and he looked up at him, his eyes losing life moment by moment.
"They came from out of town... lured here by the bombs" He spoke in disformed and malfunctioning voice. A cough left his body, then another and blood left his lips as he remained on the floor, slowly closing his eyes and finding peace with the way he'd go.
Elias Kincaid
Reaper sighed as he took aim with the shotgun and casually pulled the trigger plastering the mans head in multiple directions, gore flying far back enough that it splattered against one of the windows with a rather loud “PLOP” “May the gods guide you to Valhalla.” He’d pull the pump back on the shotgun discharging the spent shell and chambering another “Now then let’s see He’d grab his bags returning them to his back as he would make his way back down the stairs into what would be the small holding cells. He would make it to a small sign mounted to the wall with two arrows going in the opposite direction one reading “Evidence” and the other reading “Garage”. He’s turn right and head towards the evidence room with thoughts of possible guns or even other supplies that may have been locked inside for safe keeping. He’s begin to use his radio in hopes of getting in touch with base but all he got in return was static “Isn’t that just fucking great!” *He’d turn the radio off and come to the holding area that was evidence Past the flatted door he could see a large revolver laying on the table in the center as if it was conveniently placed there by someone “HoHo hell yeah!” He’d be careful as he tried to get inside the room to retrieve the revolver
Reaper slapped the door in frustration “GOD DAMNIT!, if only I had my kit.” He’d snap his fingers as he pulled a small metallic square from within his bag and stuck it to the door and pressed the small button on it as it began to beep. He’d take a few steps back as the small square suddenly exploded sending the door slamming open into the wall “Gotta be sparing with this shit” He’d walk into the now open room and scoop up the revolver with an excited haste as he stuffed it into his bag he seen a note next to it reading “Evidence from a Twelve year old cold case, fella on the receiving end was damn near ripped in two, Who the hell carries a fancy nine shot revolver anyway this thing is absolutely ridiculous” -Sgt A. Johnson “Well I better clear the fuck out cause that explosion might’ve attracted unwanted attention” He’d throw the note back down and head towards the garage
Prescott/Dejesus
-Prescott and Dejesus had been ordered by the Colonel to investigate the Downtown area of the town they were deployed to. The place didn't seem like much to Prescott but then again he'd been to worse places in his life. Prescott and DeJesus had sighted the local PD Station pretty quickly and made their way towards it. They were told to avoid any unnecessary engagements and they planned on upholding that order to the letter until they absolutely could not. With quick and practiced movements they stacked up on the alley door as Prescott readied an improvised breaching tool he'd fashioned with one of their extra E-Tools. Within minutes they had the door pried open and were making their way inside when they heard a loud, sharp bang. Prescott instantly froze and held up his clenched fist to signal DeJesus to halt and take up cover. Prescott trained his side arm down the hall in front of him and made a quick gesture with his free hand for DeJesus to move up to him. He looked to his comrade and spoke in a low voice as to not attract unwanted attention. "That sounded like a small RDX charge. Someones here and they likely just breached a door further in. Lets move in but cautiously, we don't want to spook whoever just popped that door." With the conversation out of the way they began to move further into the police station, sidearms at the ready. As they approached the door in question they halted just outside of it and listened, inside they heard the shuffling of someone looking for something and then they heard a male voice inside the room say something they couldn't quite make out. Prescott held up his free hand and began to slowly count from three, when he reached zero DeJesus tapped on his shoulder and they entered the room as they'd been trained, sweeping every angle quickly as they entered before training their weapons on the male inside as Prescott spoke in a calm voice "Identify yourself".-
Elias Kincaid
Reaper spin on his heel as he held the shotgun up with one hand and grabbed something from his belt “That’s way above ya pay grade soldier, stand down now and let me walk on out of here because we don’t need a Mexican standoff when we can all just be friends” The light that was mounted on his chest seemed to lighten up the contents underneath the raggedy ponchos hood, a black ballistic grade helmet with a golden lower jaw plate was now visible “But now lets not be wag hasty with this alright fellas?” Reaper slung the shotguns sling back over his shoulder as he stood there “But we can go and play the long game but we all know none of us will walk out of here alive, so like I said you two first” His arms would now be down at his waist as he stared at the two
Prescott/Dejesus
-Prescott listened to what the man said and nodded as he lowered his sidearm and signalled for DeJesus to do the same. He observed the mans body language and decided that he wasn't a threat to them at the moment. When he spoke his voice was low but audible, "I'm guessing you blew the door with a small RDX charge of some sort. I don't suppose you'd be willing to part with one would you? We may have need of it soon." Prescott watched the man intently as he waited for his answer.-
Elias Kincaid
Reaper stood for a few minutes as he nodded “Yeah I blew the door, kinda was hoping there was something stashed in there but there wasn’t” His stance changed slightly as the man asked him for one of his charges “You plan on breaking a good size door down?” Caution followed in his voice as his hand now resting on his sidearm “I’ll make you two a deal, Link me up with your C/O and I’ll share the wealth a little bit. We got a deal? He’d stand there staring at the two waiting for their response
The two men in the distance were still struggling as one was trying to help the other up. It was little use as the leg of which the bone was sticking out was unable to support him. Still, his friend did his best to partially carrying him along and for a while they seemed to manage.
The one that carried his friend called out for the truck of survivors to stop, hoping that help would be offered to them. Sadly enough, his attempt was futile as even if the survivors would be willing to help, they wouldn't get a chance to.
On the horizon, a couple dozen feet behind the two of them, walkers were gathering from all sides and forming a big horde of at least 20. While numbers grew, they quickly seemed to progress through the street and towards the two friends. As slow as the zombies walked, the friends walked even slower and got more tired with every step. They were distracted too and panicked as they saw the zombies behind them, causing for the two of them to attempt to run but struggle to stay upright.
Within a minute, they both tripped and the zombies quickly caught up to them, the idea of a fresh meal being too appealing to risk losing track of them. They piled up on the two and started digging into them, making a bloody mess of their meal until they were surrounded by the zombies and hidden from sight. All that could be heard were the screams of demise and the grunting of the zombies and a few of them, particularly those on the sides of the pile continued to walk towards the truck, figuring that maybe they'd have a chance to get some fresh meat there instead.
The person would rise to their feet and shrug off the truck making their way back into the depths of the station in hopes of finding a generator to bring some form of life back into the station. He’d turn and peer through opened doors and broken windows to see inside of the few offices only to find nothing but wreckage of what used to be desks and computers. He’d continue on still until he come across a flight of stairs that went down with a sign reading “Holding and Garage” with the arrow on the sign pointing towards the stairs. Ahead of him however was a door that read “Maintenance” on it “Bingo... “The man sighed as he pushed at the door and it wouldn’t budge “Shit” The man began kicking at the door trying to get it open, only for his attention to be diverted to a sound coming from the stairs, the sound of boots hitting the floor as if someone was in the holding room or the garage scavenging “Oh hell no not this shit again” He’d begin making his way to the steps aiming his shotgun at the lower level “HELLO?! COME OUT OR I WILL OPEN FIRE!” The boot fall seemed to grow louder and Louder as it grew closer to the stairs, The mans nerves getting rather tense, he’d stand his ground
DM POST
As the sound of the boots became louder, it also became clear that whoever was coming his way wasn't simply walking. Every now and then the boots appeared to be lifted and come down loud while in between, they seemed to shuffle and slide over the floor. The movement was slow and whatever it was appeared to be climbing the stairs with great effort. It was focused on the stairs itself, more so than on the man it was reaching.
It was only when the man shouted again and voiced his warning that the creature op the stairs looked up, it's eyes a lively brown that slowly seemed to be dulling. It was wearing a blue shirt with matching blue pants and seemed to have a golden badged pinned on his chest. While it also wore a belt with a gun, it made no effort to grab the weapon and instead raised his hands in the air slowly, letting out noises that sounded like grunting and heavy panting while it slammed against the stairs with it's upper body.
"Please... don't...., help... me..." the creature, who appeared to be a man in his late 40's managed to bring out. It were words outed in despair that were said with a near final breath as he looked like he could pass out any second.
Elias Kincaid
The man slung his shotgun his shoulder and gave the man assistance and helped them up the stairs and into the main room of the station “Are you hurt or anything?” He’d reach for the mans sidearm as he quickly snatched from the holster and sat the man against the desk “And is there anything else I need to know?” The man would give the elderly man a look over for any potential wounds or any other stashed weapons “Does it hurt anywhere?”
DM POST
He needed the help to get up the stairs and if it hadn't been for that help, the man would probably have allowed himself to slump down onto the floor and remained there. His injuries and pain together with his panic would've won from his intelligence and his muscles screaming at him to run for his life. Another grunt left his lips in complaint when his sidearm was stolen but he had no energy left to try and get it back from the obviously stronger and unharmed other man. Instead, he sat down on the nearest chair he could find and grabbed his stomach, which was heavily bleeding and had been leaking a trail of blood that had followed him from the stairs to the main room.
"Hurt... yes..," he said, momentarily lifting up his hand to show the man the bite mark that had been inflicted upon him. It looked nasty, as if the zombie that had bitten him had just ripped out his stomach as a whole. There were scratch marks on his arm too and his clothing seemed to be torn here and there, but nothing looked quite as urgent as the wound that marked him as a lost cause. It was only when the man asked if there was anything else he needed to know that the man's eyes widened in wide shock and he started pointing at the doorway that led back to the stairs.
"Z-zomb-" he started, not even getting the word out before a horrifying creature appeared in that doorway and launched itself at the one that stood before him, albeit slowly and seemingly limited in it's undead movements. The zombie, who appeared to have been a man in his early 30's during life, let out a disturbing shriek as it attempted it's very best to get closer to the man with the stolen gun. The officer reached for his holster and remembered that it's empty before he used the last of his strength to get up and throw himself in front of the zombie.
"Run! For fuck's sake, run!" He screamed, his scream turning into a pure cry of pain as the zombie digged in to finish the meal that seemed to willingly return to him which briefly caused it to lose track of it's other target.
Elias Kincaid
The man slung the shotgun off his shoulder as he emptied the entire tube into the zombie and then unholstered his sidearm with his now free right hand as the left held the shotgun tightly Great a shambler He’d double tap the trigger sending a burst of bullets into the creatures skull As for you bud I hate to have to As the man went to abandon the zombie his radio would suddenly turn rather lively as a long awaited voice from the outside came through “Reaper do you copy this is Baseplate, Whats the status of the town? Are there any survivors?” The man spoke back into his radio “About time baseplate what the fucks been taking so long!” His voice sounding with a bit of annoyance l “No idea the full extent here but I do have a survivor and an ex-survivor who turned and apparently may have bitten and attacked the other survivor.” He looked back at the old man as he began loading the shotgun as the voice of the other from “baseplate” came back through “Exterminate the survivor” Reaper stood there for a moment and he would rack a shell into the chamber of the shotgun “Affirmative sir.”
DM POST
The man's expression changed into one of shock that was stirred through the pain as he realized that the other was not running. In fact, he seemed to show no signs of intending to run away from the zombie at all. The cold and calm action he used to take out the zombie confused him, and in his last moments he saw the gun being turned towards him while the creature that had just filled it's stomach on his flesh had collapsed on top of him.
He didn't even struggle or attempt to change the man's mind. He'd be dead within ten minutes and if the man chose to shoot him and waste a bullet on him then that could only mean he'd meet his demise a few minutes sooner and his pain would end fast. A soft nod was given and he looked up at him, his eyes losing life moment by moment.
"They came from out of town... lured here by the bombs" He spoke in disformed and malfunctioning voice. A cough left his body, then another and blood left his lips as he remained on the floor, slowly closing his eyes and finding peace with the way he'd go.
Elias Kincaid
Reaper sighed as he took aim with the shotgun and casually pulled the trigger plastering the mans head in multiple directions, gore flying far back enough that it splattered against one of the windows with a rather loud “PLOP” “May the gods guide you to Valhalla.” He’d pull the pump back on the shotgun discharging the spent shell and chambering another “Now then let’s see He’d grab his bags returning them to his back as he would make his way back down the stairs into what would be the small holding cells. He would make it to a small sign mounted to the wall with two arrows going in the opposite direction one reading “Evidence” and the other reading “Garage”. He’s turn right and head towards the evidence room with thoughts of possible guns or even other supplies that may have been locked inside for safe keeping. He’s begin to use his radio in hopes of getting in touch with base but all he got in return was static “Isn’t that just fucking great!” *He’d turn the radio off and come to the holding area that was evidence Past the flatted door he could see a large revolver laying on the table in the center as if it was conveniently placed there by someone “HoHo hell yeah!” He’d be careful as he tried to get inside the room to retrieve the revolver
Reaper slapped the door in frustration “GOD DAMNIT!, if only I had my kit.” He’d snap his fingers as he pulled a small metallic square from within his bag and stuck it to the door and pressed the small button on it as it began to beep. He’d take a few steps back as the small square suddenly exploded sending the door slamming open into the wall “Gotta be sparing with this shit” He’d walk into the now open room and scoop up the revolver with an excited haste as he stuffed it into his bag he seen a note next to it reading “Evidence from a Twelve year old cold case, fella on the receiving end was damn near ripped in two, Who the hell carries a fancy nine shot revolver anyway this thing is absolutely ridiculous” -Sgt A. Johnson “Well I better clear the fuck out cause that explosion might’ve attracted unwanted attention” He’d throw the note back down and head towards the garage
Prescott/Dejesus
-Prescott and Dejesus had been ordered by the Colonel to investigate the Downtown area of the town they were deployed to. The place didn't seem like much to Prescott but then again he'd been to worse places in his life. Prescott and DeJesus had sighted the local PD Station pretty quickly and made their way towards it. They were told to avoid any unnecessary engagements and they planned on upholding that order to the letter until they absolutely could not. With quick and practiced movements they stacked up on the alley door as Prescott readied an improvised breaching tool he'd fashioned with one of their extra E-Tools. Within minutes they had the door pried open and were making their way inside when they heard a loud, sharp bang. Prescott instantly froze and held up his clenched fist to signal DeJesus to halt and take up cover. Prescott trained his side arm down the hall in front of him and made a quick gesture with his free hand for DeJesus to move up to him. He looked to his comrade and spoke in a low voice as to not attract unwanted attention. "That sounded like a small RDX charge. Someones here and they likely just breached a door further in. Lets move in but cautiously, we don't want to spook whoever just popped that door." With the conversation out of the way they began to move further into the police station, sidearms at the ready. As they approached the door in question they halted just outside of it and listened, inside they heard the shuffling of someone looking for something and then they heard a male voice inside the room say something they couldn't quite make out. Prescott held up his free hand and began to slowly count from three, when he reached zero DeJesus tapped on his shoulder and they entered the room as they'd been trained, sweeping every angle quickly as they entered before training their weapons on the male inside as Prescott spoke in a calm voice "Identify yourself".-
Elias Kincaid
Reaper spin on his heel as he held the shotgun up with one hand and grabbed something from his belt “That’s way above ya pay grade soldier, stand down now and let me walk on out of here because we don’t need a Mexican standoff when we can all just be friends” The light that was mounted on his chest seemed to lighten up the contents underneath the raggedy ponchos hood, a black ballistic grade helmet with a golden lower jaw plate was now visible “But now lets not be wag hasty with this alright fellas?” Reaper slung the shotguns sling back over his shoulder as he stood there “But we can go and play the long game but we all know none of us will walk out of here alive, so like I said you two first” His arms would now be down at his waist as he stared at the two
Prescott/Dejesus
-Prescott listened to what the man said and nodded as he lowered his sidearm and signalled for DeJesus to do the same. He observed the mans body language and decided that he wasn't a threat to them at the moment. When he spoke his voice was low but audible, "I'm guessing you blew the door with a small RDX charge of some sort. I don't suppose you'd be willing to part with one would you? We may have need of it soon." Prescott watched the man intently as he waited for his answer.-
Elias Kincaid
Reaper stood for a few minutes as he nodded “Yeah I blew the door, kinda was hoping there was something stashed in there but there wasn’t” His stance changed slightly as the man asked him for one of his charges “You plan on breaking a good size door down?” Caution followed in his voice as his hand now resting on his sidearm “I’ll make you two a deal, Link me up with your C/O and I’ll share the wealth a little bit. We got a deal? He’d stand there staring at the two waiting for their response
Elias Kincaid
Reaper had heard to gunshots coming from outside as they echoed through the station “Shit more people?” He’d push past the two and hastily make his way back up stairs as the sounds of distressed screams and groans echoed into the stations lobby “Not again... its Atlanta all over again...” He’d quickly drop his back pack and duffel bag unzipping it and pulling out his m4a1 and quickly reassembling the small parts he had removed to make it fit inside the bag, with it reassembled he’d push a magazine into its slot and pull the slide back chambering a round as he’d quickly check the vest and make sure the remaining magazines were still there along with the frags that he had “Fucking showtime” He’d adjust the shotgun before leaving that way he can pull it off his back when need be. He’d slip the backpack and the duffel bag back on as he slowly made his way to the door seeing a truck surrounded by the undead “Oh great..just great. One was fucking plenty” He’d grumble and sigh as he leaned out of the doorway and took aim at the first zombies head he seen.
Davinci Bjelke
Continuing to walk, he was absolutely oblivious to everything that was going on around him, a little lost in his music and his notes. Every time he got close to being grabbed or hit, he'd suddenly change direction for a moment, seemingly a little confused on where he was going. The third time he was about to get hit, he took a step back and accidently tripped one of them, causing the thing to fall into an alleyway. "Hmph, drunken idiots." He shook his head and continued on his way, before finally coming across the hole he was looking for. He'd taken the directions given to him by whoever phoned it in, he couldn't think of who, but here he was, looking at the size of the hole. He could see a lot of debris and damage strewn about, which caused him to grumble a bit. "Of course, take out a wall, don't even care about the people who have to fix this stuff." He was, of course, talking to himself, though even he couldn't hear his voice with the music so loud. He then walked up to the hole, taking a look at the damage done. Picking up a large piece of brick, he shook his head, tossing it over his shoulder. The brick sailed a few yards, before colliding with the head of the closer of the two zombies that had followed him along, crushing the head and killing the creature. The second one, having extricated itself from the alleyway, had been a short distance further back, and was coming on. Dave then pulled a strewn piece of rebar from the pile, which still had a chunk of the wall stuck to it. The action of it coming out caused him to overbalance backwards, with the now rebar club basically coming out over his head. As it flew through the air, he dismissed it, before taking out a measuring tape to do a few initial measurements of the hole. The rebar club, however, flew backwards in an overhead arc almost as if aimed, coming down with momentum and force, crushing the second zombie's head almost into its neck from the impact, causing it to fall as well.
DM Post
In the back of the room behind the hole inside the station's wall were iron bars that formed a cage. The cage itself held a group of young people and a few older ones. Most of the time, this cage was used to put drunk people away for the night until they sobered up but the people that were in there now looked like they'd been there for quite some time. Empty water bottles were found on the floor as well as the wrappers of candy bars but most of them looked like they were slowly starving and were rather dehydrated. One of them was even laying on the floor in the corner of the cage without moving. Not even the rising and falling of his chest was seen and if he was still breathing, it seemed to be barely.
The one that appeared to be dying was as unaware as Dave when it came to his surroundings. He didn't notice how others had backed away from him and climbed on the sole bench in the cage, their backs pushed against the wall. He also didn't notice how the legs of the others were shaking, both because they were weak and could barely stand and because they were afraid, very afraid. The last thing he failed to notice was a hand with torn apart skin that reached through the bars and grabbed onto him in an attempt to pull him out of the cage. Of course, that attempt failed but the creature that was pulling eventually managed to pull the arm of the man through the bars, after which he digged into the flesh of it.
Two more zombies ran against the metal bars, over and over again, their arms reaching through the bars in attempts of getting a hold of their next meal. They failed miserably but their continued decision of running into the bars caused for their blood to spill on the floor out of their heads as they nearly bashed their own skulls open due to their desire to get to the fresh flesh. Those that were standing on the bench, about 8 survivors, screamed loudly at the very sight of everything that was happening and most of them came to a full panic. They'd seen the dead turn, and if things were to keep going on the way they were, then the one inside their cage would soon turn too and they wouldn't be able to get away from him.
Only one of those 8 people stopped screaming the moment she spotted Dave. The girl, who appeared to be just another college student in her early 20's if it weren't for the streaks of bright pink in her hair and the outfit that consisted of mainly fishnets, stepped forward until she was just out of reach of the zombies and attempted to reach out to the man that had just arrived.
"Dave, please help us! Get us out of here!" She shouted desperately, only noticing that he was wearing his headphones when he fully ignored her despair. Tears sprung in her eyes as she jumped up and down to try and get her neighbour's attention, who seemed to be so focused on the hole in the wall that he had no idea what was going on in there.
As she noticed how a zombie approached him from behind, she shrieked and did the only thing she could think of, which was grabbing the empty water bottles and throwing them at him with the last of her strength in hopes one would hit him so that he could be warned.
"Dave please! Look up!" She yelled while she threw the bottles and attempted to hit him just as the zombie behind him came within reach. One of her bottles hit the zombie in the face and the zombie promptly turned, this time choosing to change target and heading for the cage as well so that it could try and reach the screaming girl. This, would cause for him to walk past Dave, right in his line of sight.
Davinci Bjelke
Seeing the bottle land at his feet, he was confused for a moment. As he was about to bend down to pick it up, he saw something walk past him, which got his attention. He took off his headphones, with Michael Jackson blasting on them, before trying to speak up. The words died in his mouth as he saw the people in the cage and the things that looked vaguely human trying to get to them. He also noticed the 'person' walking past him towards the cage. His brows came down rather angrily, and he picked up a small section of rebar to use as a grip. As he did this, he dropped into a pugilism stance and slammed his fist straight into the side of the zombie's head with enough force to break his skull, slamming it into the bars and causing the neck to snap. He then came into the room and did a left hook, slamming the back of the head of the zombie trying to run into the bars hard enough harder into the bars, enough to smash his head against one of the bars. He then came around the corner of the cage to the third, lifting his leg and coming down hard with a stomp, smashing the head in of the zombie that was biting the one from inside the cage. Taking a moment after that, he looked around and noticed some keys hanging on a hook close to the door to the cages. "Look, I don't know why you're in there, or what the hell is going on, but I'm not leaving you in the cage. I'll deal with the cops and explain the situation, but when I open the door, high-tail it to my shop. You know where the extra key is. Get inside and lock the door. I'll knock twice, pause, then knock three more. That's how you'll know it's me." As he was saying this, he brought the keys over and unlocked the cage, after a few failed attempts at first. "Take as many as you can. Now run. And stay off the streets, there's some weird party going on out there." He then swung the door open, motioning for them to run.
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The relief that washed through her when he finally noticed what was going on around him was hard to describe. She had backed away from the bars when the zombie approached but her gaze had remained on the other man that was still lifelessly on the floor. He was her biggest concern in that moment as she'd seen others turn and feared he'd do the same, especially if he'd turn before Dave could reach them.
Her gaze travelled back to her neighbour and she watched him take down the zombies one by one, as if in a practiced manner. It seemed to be with ease even though he had no actual weapons on him and had to make due with whatever it was he could find in his surroundings. In all honesty, that surprised her and the girl stared at him wide-eyed. She knew he was strong and that he made amazing things in his shop, but she hadn't expected for him to be capable of this at all.
Most importantly, it surprised her how calm and collected he seemed to be about the situation. He'd just let them out with the keys? He'd explain to the cops... A weird party outside? Only then, it dawned on her that the man seemed to be utterly oblivious to just how dire the situation is.
She opened her mouth to speak but words failed her and instead she pointed her finger at a body near the door. of the room. This body was in full uniform but had otherwise been treated by the zombies until there was no way of saying who he was anymore. She then stepped forward as he unlocked the cage and nodded to him, reaching for his arm with her hand and attempting to grab his wrist if he'd let her.
"Dave listen, you need to come with us. It isn't safe here. The cops haven't been here for days, not alive at least. It's why we're all so weak right now. The last of them died a bit ago." She told him, looking at him and hoping that she'd get through to him with her words. A small shake of her head followed then and if she had managed to grab a hold of his wrist after all, she'd proceed to tug his sleeve to urge him to come along.
"There's no weird party. The screams have filled the air for quite some time now and it aren't screams of joy. They're terrified, scared of what'll become of them and the answer is a next meal to one of these creatures if they don't get the hell out of there. It's what will become of us too if we don't run right now." she added, emphasis on the we so that he knew she needed him to come along. She knew she couldn't force him though, he was his own man and he'd do as he wished, that much she could tell.
As if to drive her point home, the man that had been laying lifeless in the corner of the cage now twitched and moved, letting out a groaning sound that was close to the sounds the other creatures made. He didn't quite get up yet but instead made a desperate attempt to grab onto the leg of another survivor as he was leaving the cage. It caused for a high pitched screech to leave his throat and the second he managed to stay out of it's grasp, he bolted through the hole in the wall. It seemed that at least one of them hadn't been thinking of any survival routes and many more followed, running after the one that had ran first to eventually meet his same bloody demise.
Davinci Bjelke
Feeling her hand wrap around his wrist, he looked at her quizzically. After hearing her out, he listened and could hear the shouting and gunfire, which confused the crap out of him. "I just got through walking through there, and didn't come across anything like that." It didn't even occur to him that he had his music on the entire time, so he hadn't heard any of what was going on. "Oh well, I guess I'll..." His words died out as the guy screeched and ran out. "You know, some people are such scaredy cats." He shook his head, turning back towards her, then leaned his head over a bit towards the hole. "Well, if we're going, let's get going." He hadn't even seen the people die, as he slipped his headphones back on and started grabbing his tools again, putting them in his belt before kicking backwards as a bit of a dance while he worked. As he did this, his foot connected with the cage door, causing it to slam shut. He then walked off, heading down the back alleys towards his shop, and continuing to dance a bit as he walked to Thriller by Michael Jackson.
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For a while it seemed like she was getting through to him. She was sure that he was catching on and realizing that while he hadn't noticed anything, there was definitely something going on out there. Something dangerous and deadly, no less.
Seconds went by as he spoke and when he simply claimed they'd get going and put his headphones back on, she stared at him in pure dumbfounded disbelief. Her eyes widened and her mouth agape, if she was holding on to her hair she might've ripped it all out in frustration.
He had been hearing her, sure... but had he really listened too? He moved away from the cage and towards the hole, putting away his tools with a dance that made it seem like she hadn't told him anything and this was just another ordinary day.
A frown appeared on her face as she tried to figure him out. Did he adapt that quickly? Was this his new normal or did he just ban all the negative things of their situation out of his head and pretend all was fine? Regardless of her confusion, the zombie in the corner had started to stand up and in response, she bolted and followed after him.
Two others that had been trapped at the station followed her while the rest of the group turned to other directions and as she did her best to try and catch up to him, her gaze scanned the area for any sign of danger. If there were any, it was clear that she'd have to be the one that heard it coming as the other two that followed soon fell behind and were unable to keep up with them.
She nudged him a couple of times and gestured for him to take his headphones off as they walked but if he refused, she'd simply give up and follow along.
Davinci Bjelke
Taking a moment to stop as he felt her nudge, he took his headphones off. "Okay, first you want me to go with you, now you want me to stop. If you want to stay here with the things, go for it. I have orders to finish and a wall to fix." He didn't usually get short with people, but he couldn't figure out why she kept trying to get his attention after she had just been urgently trying to get them to get moving. His back was to the alley as he waited for her answer as to why she kept trying to get his attention. "Well?"
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She hadn't expected for him to question why she was trying to get his attention, and now that he stood there waiting for her to explain herself and got short with her, she was at a loss for words. At that moment she wanted to do many things, including throwing her hands up in defeat, sighing in frustration and simply turning her back on him and walking away. Truth was that she didn't really know where to turn to except home, and as they were neighbours they had to head in the same direction. Why couldn't he just understand that she wanted for the two of them to make it there safely?
"Don't you think that maybe you should leave your headphones off so that you can actually pay attention to what's going on around us? If I hadn't thrown those empty bottles your way earlier, you might've failed to notice the zombie that was getting closer to you. I am trying to keep us both safe here." She argued, her voice covered in drops of frustration that seemed to be hissing and sizzling as that frustration grew.
She didn't wish to snap at him either, but here they were, standing in the alley and questioning each other's actions instead of moving along. They weren't silent either and their voices had attracted another unwelcome visitor that came up from behind her, something she too was oblivious to at this point in time as her entire focus was on him.
Davinci Bjelke
Dave grumbled a bit, looking at her. "Seriously? My headphones are now an issue, when you're going on and on about danger, yet wanting us to stand around? Where do you think we're heading?" As he said this, his threw his arms out to each side in emphasis of the word where, and his elbow would clock the lone zombie in the head, clotheslining it with the force of the arm swing. This went completely unnoticed by Dave, of course, as he then put his hands on his hips. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather get to my shop currently than stand out here arguing. So I'm going, right now." As he said the word now, he stomped his foot in emphasis, bringing it down on the zombie's head and crushing it. But he was too heated to notice the squish under his boot, chalking it up to a bit of mud or some bugs, and he simply swiveled and started walking again, waving for her to bring her rear end on as well.
Sasha Kingsley
Regardless of the danger, she kept moving. The noise she was making more then enough to draw zombies from near by into a central herd, following the noises. At this point, she has started looking for a place to take off and leave the herd behind.
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Him taking offense in the headphones comment was expected by her, just as her taking offense in stopping him and claiming it was dangerous out was likely to be expected by her. She wanted to answer him where they were heading when she shrieked instead as his thrown out arms hit the zombie in the head. A mixture of confusion, anger and fear hit her but she thought that maybe, this would be the moment on which he'd finally know she was right.
If she'd spend more time at his shop, she'd have known that it wouldn't be enough since due to how worked up he was, he simply failed to notice that the creature was even around him once again. She stomped her foot and wished to argue with him, point out the zombie to him and do something but instead, he decided that the argument was over and that he was going.
Obliviously crushing the zombie's head underneath his boot, she stared at him once more in disbelief and shook her head wildly. He was going to get himself killed, this fucker was going to die and he wouldn't even see or hear it coming! It was madness, utter madness and she doubted on whether or not she even had to go with him. As he started walking again and waved for her, she was torn between running up to him and tagging along or going into another direction after all. Making up her mind in frustration, she kicked the dead zombie in the ribs, then shrieked when the body moved due to her kick and hopped over it to run into the other direction, where she did threw her hands up in frustration after all.
She had almost gotten back to where they'd started off when she saw a redhead walking with a huge horde following behind her. If the woman was worried, she simply couldn't tell as her entire aura seemed calm and straightforward.
"People in this town are batshit crazy," She whispered underneath her breath as the woman made more noise to attract more of the creatures. Slowly, she started to back away so that the horde wouldn't spot her until she unknowingly walked right into the arms of a zombie that was coming out of the police station, attracted by the sounds on the street.
That zombie wasted no time and digged right into her soft, fresh flesh, the scent of blood quickly being carried through the wind that passed by her along with a piercing scream of terror and pain as she lost a chunk of flesh where her shoulder and neck connected.
Davinci Bjelke
He was walking away, but soon realized that he was walking alone, looking back, he saw the girl walking the other way, making him grumble a bit. "I swear, one of these days..." He grumbled a bit more, but started walking in that direction again, making it til about halfway to the tack shop's back entrance, before hearing the scream and finally picking up the major racket going on down the street. Running forward, he jumped through the small space between the pharmacy and tack shop, before seeing a woman making a big racket and a bunch of the things following her. "Hey, no one invited me to this kind of parade." He then lifted up his voice, realizing she was in danger, trying to catch the woman's attention. "HEY! COME BACK!" He didn't know if he got her attention, but decided some higher ground would suit his purposes a little easier. Looking around, he noticed a small truck close to the entrance to the clothing shop, then took note of the sign and the awning, before bracing himself. He then sprinted at the truck, leaping upwards. His left foot touched the hood of the truck, and simply got used to springboard up so the right foot touched the roof of the truck. He then continued his forward and upward momentum to leap, launching seemingly impossibly a good 6 feet over a gap, before stepping up off the awning, step twice on the solid wall itself, then reached out and grabbed the upper lip of the sign, before using his upper body strength to pull himself up onto the roof of the building. He then looked around for a moment, before spotting a small ladder that was locked in the raised position, before kicking it open and making it drop to the ground. He looked around for a moment, before running back to the front. He waved his hands over his head, hollering out for her. "HEY! THERE'S A LADDER ON THE SIDE! GET YOUR ASS UP HERE!" He then pointed to the left side of the building.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha walked backwards, the rifle slung onto her back again as she held the pistol loosely in her right hand. She had quit yelling, banging on cars and now just watched the gathering of people, some she knew, most she didn't. Her steps were slow and measured, conserving her strength in case she had to make a run for it. Then she could see someone jumping and yelling, assuming to get her attention as he was looking in her direction. She say him point and waved an arm to show she understood. With practiced ease, she took off, turning this way and that, weaving in between cars and walking bodies. She nearly became trapped ontop of a car, before making a three step run and vaulting over the group that reached for her legs. She quickly tucked midair, turning her shoulder to hit the ground first before rolling up to her feet and taking off again. Coming to the ladder, she shoved the pistol back into the holster and scrambled up the ladder. Reaching the top quickly, she turned and was checking to see if the ladder could be pulled up or not.
Robert Freelen
He finally got to a decent vantage point, deep in the shadows of the night, but close enough to see the movements along the street. He took notice of the woman who seemed to be at a bit of a loss for a moment as to where to go, and was about to make a motion, when he noticed a large guy seemingly acting like a wannabe ninja and getting on top of a roof, before waving and pointing. Taking a moment, he saw her see the guy and start running over to him, which Bob felt might complicate his position a bit. He needed answers, but anyone acting that flamboyant likely wouldn't know what was going on. The woman was his best bet, for some answers at least, and he slipped back into the shadows. Staying dead silent, he steered a wide berth around the things in the street, who seemed to be milling about now, seemingly lost for a moment. He debated on firing another arrow, but decided against it, not wanting to potentially aggro that horde. As such, he made his way towards the alley where the clothing shop seemed to be, taking the long way around, before coming up on what appeared to be a drainpipe. Testing it slightly, he figured it was sturdy enough, and he used it as a prop to position his footing, before shimmying his way up, still somehow staying silent. Finally reaching the roof, he looked slightly over the edge, before hoisting himself up quietly and slowly, bringing himself onto the roof from the opposite direction of what the pair were facing. He then waited for a moment, before sitting on the edge and clearing his throat to get their attention.
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The zombies had followed the girl alright and while some appeared to be standing around aimlessly now that she had seemingly disappeared, others had noticed just where she was headed. A small group had tagged along until she reached the ladder and when she climbed up, some intended to follow her. A few made it up the first steps and for a moment, it seemed that they would be able to reach the roof as well, the memory of how to climb a ladder like this not having disappeared amongst the newly turned. Aside from that, most of them were very "monkey see, monkey do" and as the rest of the group saw the first zombies climbing up, they followed along in similar manner.
The zombies on the edge of the horde became restless and annoyed, both with their food getting away and with their companions taking so long to follow that food. This resulted in a rather comical scene. While some zombies tried their best to climb up, others started to do their best to push those zombies aside so that they could attempt to climb as well. Some even pulled the others down, figuring there was more chance of food if they were the first to reach that food. Quickly enough, the zombies that were climbing disappeared into a mess of piled up zombies that all desperately tried to make their way up. Given as the ladder moved under their sheer pressure and weight, it seemed like it was indeed the type that could be pulled up. That was, if one could pull up the ladder with some zombies attached to it.
At the front of the station, the body of the young girl with special hair was now covered in walkers. It was clear that she wouldn't turn either, given that little of her was left. On the other side of the horde, things were calm and almost none had seen the man head around the building to make his way up by pipe. Only a few had spotted him and those were the few that were now left behind by him, standing at the bottom of the pipe and looking up as a single one attempted to climb the pipe as well but failed miserably.
Davinci Bjelke
Watching the woman curiously, Dave followed her line of sight and looked over the edge. "Of course. The things know how to climb. If they decided to work together, we'd be in deep shit." He was about to reach down and try to pull the ladder up, until he heard a throat being cleared behind him. He spun, almost swinging a weapon in the process, though it would have just been a claw hammer, but stopped when he saw who it was and saw they weren't an enemy. "Bloody hell Bob, you nearly gave me a heart attack. What in the world got you crawling out of your hidey hole in the woods for?" Grumbling a bit, he waited for an answer, the ladder all but forgotten in the moment. He looked over at the woman, waiting to see how she reacted as well.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha hadn't turned when she heard the sound of someone's throat being cleared, instead she kept her right hand on the pistol but kept watching the ladder. After several minutes, she knew that they wouldn't be able to climb up after them as they kept knocking each other off of the ladder. She turned then, wisps of stray hair had gotten free and stuck to her face from the sweat. Her breathing had evened out after she had gotten up there. Even as the light slowly vanished, her bright green eyes landing on each of the men. She knew Dave, by sight at least. But had only heard of the woodsmen from others. "I have to get back to campus. Either of you have a vehicle?" She asked, her voice low as she pulled her phone out. "I need to call Grace, gimme a second." As she unlocked the phone, she pulled up Grace's number and hit dial, waiting as it rang, nearly praying for her to answer.
Robert Freelen
Bob looked at Dave with a slight quirk of an eyebrow, not bothering to answer the guy he saw as incompetent. His brain was stuck in soldier mode currently, so Dave was nothing more than collateral damage. He looked at the woman curiously though, and was about to say something, when he grumbled to himself as she ignored him and went about making a phone call. Taking a moment to breathe, he pulled a small whetstone from his pocket and removed one of his throwing axes, then quietly and almost too calmly began sliding the blade of the axe over the whetstone, still not saying a word for the time being. He needed answers, but this civvy wasn't going to know what's going on, so he waited patiently, with a soft snkt every now and then as he sharpened and honed the edge of his current axe.
Sasha Kingsley
*"Hello? Xena? I'm on my way?" Sounded from the phone in Sasha's hand. She closed her eyes, thankful that she was able to answer "Grace, thank god. Where the hell are you?!?" Sasha turned her head to look towards campus, " Sasha?? On campus, on my way to the coffee shop. There's something wrong with Xena, she's scared. She called me. I'm going to get her. Whatever is going on is seriously messed up. Are you ok?" Grace asked, her voice soft through the speaker. Sasha started shaking her head, "Grace, I'll go get her. You need to get back inside, like now! I sent my truck back with some strangers inside it, one woman has babies. I need you to find them and get them inside. I don't know what the hell is going on, but it isn't safe outside. Not at all." Sasha's voice had stayed calm through it all "Go back to the dorms, don't go outside unless you have no choice. I'll be there as soon as I can, I swear it." Sasha spoke, the truth ringing in her words. When Grace spoke again, the phone seemed to be cutting out, or she was stuttering, "No...no.. I'll fix it. I'll find a way.. just please.. I see the truck, I didn't realize it was yours. I'll go to them. I'll get them inside." She paused for a moment, "I love you.. Be safe." Grace said just before hanging up. Sasha's eyes never left the distance of the campus from where she stood as she slowly slipped the phone back into her pocket. Turning back, she looked at the two men. "Dave, why the hell are you out in all this?? Where's your truck? I need to get back to campus" She asked him, shaking her head before turning to the stranger. "I don't know you, but seeing as you aren't dead or trying to eat my face I figure you here for another reason." She lifted the rifle that had been slung over her back and checked the ammo amount, before lifting her bright green eyes back to the men, waiting for an answer.
Robert Freelen
He looked up from his sharpening as the woman came off the phone. He then looked over at Dave, finally picking up on the civvy's name. He still saw him as little more than collateral, but that was neither here nor there. He then looked to the woman again. "Name and Rank, so I know how to address you properly." Before she might be able to give hers, he felt it would be at least courteous to give his as well. "Robert Freelen, USMC Force Recon with the First Marine Expeditionary Force, under Brigadier General Thomas Savage, ma'am." He didn't stand up or salute, as he didn't know her rank and wasn't in the mood currently. He did, however, give her his attention, as he slid his throwing axe back into the ring that held it in place. "I need an update of the current situation. What the hell is going on?" He waved his hand towards behind him and all around them, before leaning forward and watching her intently, the silver flecks in his grey eyes almost piercing through her as he studied her curiously.
Gator
He awoke to some loud noises, deep in the police station, grumbling a bit as he waited for a moment. A rather tall shadowy figure seemed to be lounging in the corner of the room, sitting in a chair made of fresh bones and at a table that seemed to be all muscle and sinew strung together. The figure seemed to be looking at him, as if in anticipation. Grumbling a bit, Gator turned away from him, before sitting up on his knees. Things seemed to be quiet again, beyond a scream here and there that seemed to pierce even these rubbery walls. He grumbled a bit more at that, looking towards the doors. "Sweet flesh, being torn apart, and I'm not even there to witness it or have fun with the marrow... This just will not do." He looked over at the shadowy figure, who seemed to be watching him. "Well, you gonna help me out of this, or just sit there?" The shadow shrugged and seemed to go back to its tea, which reminded Gator that he was thirsty. "Of course, just turn away and act like I don't exist. Whatever. I've gotten out of worse spots." He then turned his head a bit, looking at the straps that held his arms in place. He didn't like the tightness of this coat, didn't like how it forced him to hug himself. Growling softly, he bit down on the strap holding the arm in place, before pulling hard. His jaw strength was almost legendary at this point, able to bite through sinew and crack the bones to get to the marrow within them. He shouldn't have any issues with this. Pulling a bit more, he loosened it enough to get one of his arms to a moving position. He was almost ecstatic with glee at this, before he took a moment, before standing up and walking over to the small joint in the rubber that signified the door. He braced himself, then slammed his shoulder into the joint, causing his shoulder to pop out of socket.
He then used the newly freed shoulder to maneuver his arm a little more, before pulling it out of the coat sleeve. He then quickly undid the belt on his other arm, before flinging the coat off. Taking a deep breath, he could almost hug himself, if he hadn't been doing that for almost a week already. He took a moment to turn towards the shadowy being, flipping him off, before he slammed his arm into the door again, popping his shoulder back into place. In doing so, the door gave a little bit, and he realized it was ajar. "Guess someone got lazy..." He then turned towards the shadow, growling. "You gonna sit on your ass all day, or are you coming with me? If not, I'll lock the door and leave your ass behind." He shoved against the door a bit more, realizing the reason the door wasn't budging very well was because something was laying on the ground in front of it. "You know, if you weren't such a featherweight, I'd have you help me. But your lazy ass couldn't push this door if it was made of feathers, so that ain't happening." He then stepped back, took three steps in a short sprint, then jumped and dropkicked the door hard. He landed rather roughly, popping one of his fresher wounds open, but all he did was look at the blood for a moment in an almost mesmerized state, before realizing that whatever had been in front of the door was now gone. "Huh. Weird." Taking a moment, he stood up, straightening the tattered remains of his shirt, adjusting the ragged pants he had on, before gingerly stepping out, the shadowy figure suddenly in the room in front of him, with the table and chair gone. "Had enough of tea, I take it?" He grumbled a little more, before sneaking out into the room, noticing some of his knives there.
"Ah, what luck. Daddy missed his babies." He then slipped two of them into their sheathes on his belt, while he took the third and slipping his finger into the hole close to the blade, making the blade spin as he watched it for a moment, before he started whistling nonchalantly, walking down the halls to find a way out of this place.
Davinci Bjelke
He looked back and forth between her and the weird guy with the axe to grind, literally. He then turned back to her, pointing towards the police station. "I was taking measurements of the hole in the police station. Not sure who phoned it in, but that place is a mess. I'm surprised the psychos aren't out and about already. But after I took a couple of measurements, I looked up to see that a few of my neighbors were in a cell, so I let them out after punching the heads off some of those things." He pointed off the side. "Then I was walking towards my shop, saw you running, and figured I would get up here and get you to come up away from them." He then pointed towards her phone. "As for my truck, it's at my shop, on the other side of the grocery store. Gimme a minute or two, and I'll pick you up." Without waiting for a yes or no, he turned towards the edge facing the grocery store. He took off his tool belt, before handing it off towards Sasha, setting it down next to her. "Keep an eye on that. Those tools are expensive." He then bounced a couple of times, before taking off at a sprint, stepping up onto the lip of the clothing store rooftop, before leaping across the gap between it to the grocery store. He landed in a tuck and roll, coming up out of it at a dead sprint. He leaped over machinery on the rooftop, sliding over things waist high, before seemingly leaping off the other side of the grocery store rooftop in a seeming swan dive, disappearing over the edge.
In mid dive, he flipped his body by tucking in and bringing his momentum around, landing in a soft crouch and roll, before coming up in a headlong sprint across the rode. He took one step off a seemingly random box, though it was placed here for a reason, then stepped three times up the side wall of his garage entrance, before grabbing the edge and pulling himself up, getting onto the roof of the building. He'd made this area reinforced for a specific reason, as getting onto the roof was one of his practice sessions with this movement style. Taking a moment, he went over to what looked like a random part of the roof, before slipping a finger into the hole next to it, hitting a hidden latch and opening it, before dropping down into his shop. He took a moment to hit a button on the side wall, causing the hatch to close and latch back into place. He then did a couple of stretches, before walking over and grabbing the keys to his truck, opening the door, and hopping in. He'd filled one of his tanks up, but only had enough from his last job to halfway fill the second tank, which made him grumble a bit. But he shook it off, before hitting the button for the garage, and heading out, towards the clothing store. Wasn't a very long trip, only a block, but he was parked in the parking lot, idling the truck within a couple of minutes of having taken off at a sprint. He didn't bother to holler, as the big diesel engine was more than loud enough to signify them.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha watched as she held the tools loosely in her hand, shaking her head before turning back to the stranger. Crouching down to where he could see her, Sasha tilted her head. "Savage was alright, but Cohen was mine. We are the same, friend, won't be saluting each other. Besides.." she grinned quickly, "Savage didn't like me over much, being female and all." She shrugged and stood up, turning around to look back towards the campus, the set of her shoulders a dead give away of her determination. "It ain't safe in town, and not likely the woods. Somehow people who've died are coming back to life. I don't know how yet. Once he's back with his truck, I've got to go to campus, and find a girl at the coffee shop. I gave my word.. I wouldn't mind having some backup," she said as she heard the deep rumble of the truck pull in and wait. "That's our ride. You can come with me or stay here and take your chances." She tightened her grip on the tools, moving to slid down the ladder before looking back at the man, "I'd prefer you came with, as I still live by the slogan none left behind." Her bright green eyes flared briefly before she tightened her left hand and slid down the ladder and landing with a thud. She didn't stop to look around or behind her as she leaped into the truck, drooping his toolbelt beside him. Only then did she turn her head to see if the other man followed.
Robert Freelen
He looked between the truck and the woods, debating for a moment, before shrugging. The only things left for him at home was some food and a bed, and his wife and child out back. He figured it best to tag along with them for right now. The meat wouldn't get done smoking until in the morning anyways. Turning around to the pipe, he noticed the few zombies that were there under him and got an idea. He pulled out the knife, before leaping over the side, coming down with one boot on the head of one zombie, taking two down as his landing pad, before the knife sank into the skull of the third. He then pulled the knife out and looked out towards the Pharmacy. Taking note of the commotion, he doubted everyone was gone, and went to the truck, before hopping up into the back. He slapped the roof of the truck twice, before pointing towards the Pharmacy. "There's people in there. Do a quick run over to get people in, then take off."
Gator
Grumbling a bit more, he noticed all the bodies strewn around the station, as he walked through the hallways. He didn't go into any rooms just yet, as he was just randomly exploring. Not being able to read very well, he completely misses the door to the outside and wanders into the administration area, booting open the door with a solid force. He wasn't looking for anything in particular, just wondering if there was something sharp to add to his collection. He looked over towards one of the chairs, seeing the shadowy being sitting in one with his feet propped up. "Yeah yeah, I know you like this place. It's too quiet though. And when it's quiet, it's because the land knows a Predator walks in their midst." He chuckled in an almost sinister fashion at his last statement, though he couldn't figure out if that last part applied to him, or something else. His instincts were going haywire, letting him know something very unnatural and very wrong was going on, but he couldn't figure out what it was at this point.
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The truck took off quickly and made it's way onto the road. It passed bodies here and there, some of which resembled a sponge due to the amount of bullet holes while others seemed to have been unphased entirely. Here and there, a body stirred but the color of the opened eyes of the body and the amount of blood of them told everyone enough to know they'd better steer clear. The big horde that had been on the street in front of the police station had separated into smaller hordes and lonely zombies throughout, now wandering without purpose as there was no immediate food in sight. Some of them looked up curiously as the truck passed, and due to it's noise they sometimes did take a step in it's direction, but the truck was too fast and the smell of the survivors in it way too weak for it to keep their attention for long.
Soon, they made it to the pharmacy where the vehicle that had flipped and exploded was still burning. Scattered, black burned zombies were laying on the ground around it and it seemed like other zombies had left the area, clearing it and leaving no movement near the building. A look at the window and the open door of the pharmacy would tell anyone that there was no survivor in sight and the survivors that were in fact still inside weren't within vision at all, the building seeming eerily quiet and abandoned compared to earlier that night. Deciding that there was nobody left there, the truck moved along and took it's turns as it headed towards Clarey's college, turning onto the campus grounds. Meanwhile, Sasha received a message from Grace.
Talia is with Xena, Xena is safe and Talia will take care of her. The truck and I are back at the dorms, waiting for you.
Prescott & Dejesus
-Prescott and Dejesus entered the Admin offices at the back of the police compound and quickly swept the room with their pistols. Even in its currently vacant state the offices felt foreboding and reminded the two of trips to their CO’s office in AIT. After confirming that the area was clear of any immediate hostels the two began searching the various offices and storage areas, looking for the keys to the armory. The two made the reasonable assumption that the Police Station would have supplies valuable to their continued survival and what better place to look than the armory. As the two rifled through the desks they happened upon personal items left behind by the officers of the town, pictures of families and get togethers long since past, memories from a better time in their lives. The two brushed past the items and continued their search. After a couple of minutes Prescott keyed his mic to let DeJesus know that he had found what they were looking for and moved out into the hallway. With the keys secured the two made their way to the armory which they had passed on their way to Admin. They quickly opened the door and made their way inside, stopping to unlock the security gate that led into the armory proper. Once inside the two began taking stock of what they had found. There was a decent assortment of equipment left behind. The two took a moment to take stock of their find, totaling three Police Issue AR-15 rifles, 210 rounds of 5.56, two canisters of CS gas and a Kevlar vest. Prescott slipped the vest on and the two loaded and shouldered their rifles, they placed the extra rifle, the spare ammo and the gas canisters into a large black duffle bag and began to make their way out of the Police Department.-
Reaper had heard to gunshots coming from outside as they echoed through the station “Shit more people?” He’d push past the two and hastily make his way back up stairs as the sounds of distressed screams and groans echoed into the stations lobby “Not again... its Atlanta all over again...” He’d quickly drop his back pack and duffel bag unzipping it and pulling out his m4a1 and quickly reassembling the small parts he had removed to make it fit inside the bag, with it reassembled he’d push a magazine into its slot and pull the slide back chambering a round as he’d quickly check the vest and make sure the remaining magazines were still there along with the frags that he had “Fucking showtime” He’d adjust the shotgun before leaving that way he can pull it off his back when need be. He’d slip the backpack and the duffel bag back on as he slowly made his way to the door seeing a truck surrounded by the undead “Oh great..just great. One was fucking plenty” He’d grumble and sigh as he leaned out of the doorway and took aim at the first zombies head he seen.
Davinci Bjelke
Continuing to walk, he was absolutely oblivious to everything that was going on around him, a little lost in his music and his notes. Every time he got close to being grabbed or hit, he'd suddenly change direction for a moment, seemingly a little confused on where he was going. The third time he was about to get hit, he took a step back and accidently tripped one of them, causing the thing to fall into an alleyway. "Hmph, drunken idiots." He shook his head and continued on his way, before finally coming across the hole he was looking for. He'd taken the directions given to him by whoever phoned it in, he couldn't think of who, but here he was, looking at the size of the hole. He could see a lot of debris and damage strewn about, which caused him to grumble a bit. "Of course, take out a wall, don't even care about the people who have to fix this stuff." He was, of course, talking to himself, though even he couldn't hear his voice with the music so loud. He then walked up to the hole, taking a look at the damage done. Picking up a large piece of brick, he shook his head, tossing it over his shoulder. The brick sailed a few yards, before colliding with the head of the closer of the two zombies that had followed him along, crushing the head and killing the creature. The second one, having extricated itself from the alleyway, had been a short distance further back, and was coming on. Dave then pulled a strewn piece of rebar from the pile, which still had a chunk of the wall stuck to it. The action of it coming out caused him to overbalance backwards, with the now rebar club basically coming out over his head. As it flew through the air, he dismissed it, before taking out a measuring tape to do a few initial measurements of the hole. The rebar club, however, flew backwards in an overhead arc almost as if aimed, coming down with momentum and force, crushing the second zombie's head almost into its neck from the impact, causing it to fall as well.
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In the back of the room behind the hole inside the station's wall were iron bars that formed a cage. The cage itself held a group of young people and a few older ones. Most of the time, this cage was used to put drunk people away for the night until they sobered up but the people that were in there now looked like they'd been there for quite some time. Empty water bottles were found on the floor as well as the wrappers of candy bars but most of them looked like they were slowly starving and were rather dehydrated. One of them was even laying on the floor in the corner of the cage without moving. Not even the rising and falling of his chest was seen and if he was still breathing, it seemed to be barely.
The one that appeared to be dying was as unaware as Dave when it came to his surroundings. He didn't notice how others had backed away from him and climbed on the sole bench in the cage, their backs pushed against the wall. He also didn't notice how the legs of the others were shaking, both because they were weak and could barely stand and because they were afraid, very afraid. The last thing he failed to notice was a hand with torn apart skin that reached through the bars and grabbed onto him in an attempt to pull him out of the cage. Of course, that attempt failed but the creature that was pulling eventually managed to pull the arm of the man through the bars, after which he digged into the flesh of it.
Two more zombies ran against the metal bars, over and over again, their arms reaching through the bars in attempts of getting a hold of their next meal. They failed miserably but their continued decision of running into the bars caused for their blood to spill on the floor out of their heads as they nearly bashed their own skulls open due to their desire to get to the fresh flesh. Those that were standing on the bench, about 8 survivors, screamed loudly at the very sight of everything that was happening and most of them came to a full panic. They'd seen the dead turn, and if things were to keep going on the way they were, then the one inside their cage would soon turn too and they wouldn't be able to get away from him.
Only one of those 8 people stopped screaming the moment she spotted Dave. The girl, who appeared to be just another college student in her early 20's if it weren't for the streaks of bright pink in her hair and the outfit that consisted of mainly fishnets, stepped forward until she was just out of reach of the zombies and attempted to reach out to the man that had just arrived.
"Dave, please help us! Get us out of here!" She shouted desperately, only noticing that he was wearing his headphones when he fully ignored her despair. Tears sprung in her eyes as she jumped up and down to try and get her neighbour's attention, who seemed to be so focused on the hole in the wall that he had no idea what was going on in there.
As she noticed how a zombie approached him from behind, she shrieked and did the only thing she could think of, which was grabbing the empty water bottles and throwing them at him with the last of her strength in hopes one would hit him so that he could be warned.
"Dave please! Look up!" She yelled while she threw the bottles and attempted to hit him just as the zombie behind him came within reach. One of her bottles hit the zombie in the face and the zombie promptly turned, this time choosing to change target and heading for the cage as well so that it could try and reach the screaming girl. This, would cause for him to walk past Dave, right in his line of sight.
Davinci Bjelke
Seeing the bottle land at his feet, he was confused for a moment. As he was about to bend down to pick it up, he saw something walk past him, which got his attention. He took off his headphones, with Michael Jackson blasting on them, before trying to speak up. The words died in his mouth as he saw the people in the cage and the things that looked vaguely human trying to get to them. He also noticed the 'person' walking past him towards the cage. His brows came down rather angrily, and he picked up a small section of rebar to use as a grip. As he did this, he dropped into a pugilism stance and slammed his fist straight into the side of the zombie's head with enough force to break his skull, slamming it into the bars and causing the neck to snap. He then came into the room and did a left hook, slamming the back of the head of the zombie trying to run into the bars hard enough harder into the bars, enough to smash his head against one of the bars. He then came around the corner of the cage to the third, lifting his leg and coming down hard with a stomp, smashing the head in of the zombie that was biting the one from inside the cage. Taking a moment after that, he looked around and noticed some keys hanging on a hook close to the door to the cages. "Look, I don't know why you're in there, or what the hell is going on, but I'm not leaving you in the cage. I'll deal with the cops and explain the situation, but when I open the door, high-tail it to my shop. You know where the extra key is. Get inside and lock the door. I'll knock twice, pause, then knock three more. That's how you'll know it's me." As he was saying this, he brought the keys over and unlocked the cage, after a few failed attempts at first. "Take as many as you can. Now run. And stay off the streets, there's some weird party going on out there." He then swung the door open, motioning for them to run.
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The relief that washed through her when he finally noticed what was going on around him was hard to describe. She had backed away from the bars when the zombie approached but her gaze had remained on the other man that was still lifelessly on the floor. He was her biggest concern in that moment as she'd seen others turn and feared he'd do the same, especially if he'd turn before Dave could reach them.
Her gaze travelled back to her neighbour and she watched him take down the zombies one by one, as if in a practiced manner. It seemed to be with ease even though he had no actual weapons on him and had to make due with whatever it was he could find in his surroundings. In all honesty, that surprised her and the girl stared at him wide-eyed. She knew he was strong and that he made amazing things in his shop, but she hadn't expected for him to be capable of this at all.
Most importantly, it surprised her how calm and collected he seemed to be about the situation. He'd just let them out with the keys? He'd explain to the cops... A weird party outside? Only then, it dawned on her that the man seemed to be utterly oblivious to just how dire the situation is.
She opened her mouth to speak but words failed her and instead she pointed her finger at a body near the door. of the room. This body was in full uniform but had otherwise been treated by the zombies until there was no way of saying who he was anymore. She then stepped forward as he unlocked the cage and nodded to him, reaching for his arm with her hand and attempting to grab his wrist if he'd let her.
"Dave listen, you need to come with us. It isn't safe here. The cops haven't been here for days, not alive at least. It's why we're all so weak right now. The last of them died a bit ago." She told him, looking at him and hoping that she'd get through to him with her words. A small shake of her head followed then and if she had managed to grab a hold of his wrist after all, she'd proceed to tug his sleeve to urge him to come along.
"There's no weird party. The screams have filled the air for quite some time now and it aren't screams of joy. They're terrified, scared of what'll become of them and the answer is a next meal to one of these creatures if they don't get the hell out of there. It's what will become of us too if we don't run right now." she added, emphasis on the we so that he knew she needed him to come along. She knew she couldn't force him though, he was his own man and he'd do as he wished, that much she could tell.
As if to drive her point home, the man that had been laying lifeless in the corner of the cage now twitched and moved, letting out a groaning sound that was close to the sounds the other creatures made. He didn't quite get up yet but instead made a desperate attempt to grab onto the leg of another survivor as he was leaving the cage. It caused for a high pitched screech to leave his throat and the second he managed to stay out of it's grasp, he bolted through the hole in the wall. It seemed that at least one of them hadn't been thinking of any survival routes and many more followed, running after the one that had ran first to eventually meet his same bloody demise.
Davinci Bjelke
Feeling her hand wrap around his wrist, he looked at her quizzically. After hearing her out, he listened and could hear the shouting and gunfire, which confused the crap out of him. "I just got through walking through there, and didn't come across anything like that." It didn't even occur to him that he had his music on the entire time, so he hadn't heard any of what was going on. "Oh well, I guess I'll..." His words died out as the guy screeched and ran out. "You know, some people are such scaredy cats." He shook his head, turning back towards her, then leaned his head over a bit towards the hole. "Well, if we're going, let's get going." He hadn't even seen the people die, as he slipped his headphones back on and started grabbing his tools again, putting them in his belt before kicking backwards as a bit of a dance while he worked. As he did this, his foot connected with the cage door, causing it to slam shut. He then walked off, heading down the back alleys towards his shop, and continuing to dance a bit as he walked to Thriller by Michael Jackson.
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For a while it seemed like she was getting through to him. She was sure that he was catching on and realizing that while he hadn't noticed anything, there was definitely something going on out there. Something dangerous and deadly, no less.
Seconds went by as he spoke and when he simply claimed they'd get going and put his headphones back on, she stared at him in pure dumbfounded disbelief. Her eyes widened and her mouth agape, if she was holding on to her hair she might've ripped it all out in frustration.
He had been hearing her, sure... but had he really listened too? He moved away from the cage and towards the hole, putting away his tools with a dance that made it seem like she hadn't told him anything and this was just another ordinary day.
A frown appeared on her face as she tried to figure him out. Did he adapt that quickly? Was this his new normal or did he just ban all the negative things of their situation out of his head and pretend all was fine? Regardless of her confusion, the zombie in the corner had started to stand up and in response, she bolted and followed after him.
Two others that had been trapped at the station followed her while the rest of the group turned to other directions and as she did her best to try and catch up to him, her gaze scanned the area for any sign of danger. If there were any, it was clear that she'd have to be the one that heard it coming as the other two that followed soon fell behind and were unable to keep up with them.
She nudged him a couple of times and gestured for him to take his headphones off as they walked but if he refused, she'd simply give up and follow along.
Davinci Bjelke
Taking a moment to stop as he felt her nudge, he took his headphones off. "Okay, first you want me to go with you, now you want me to stop. If you want to stay here with the things, go for it. I have orders to finish and a wall to fix." He didn't usually get short with people, but he couldn't figure out why she kept trying to get his attention after she had just been urgently trying to get them to get moving. His back was to the alley as he waited for her answer as to why she kept trying to get his attention. "Well?"
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She hadn't expected for him to question why she was trying to get his attention, and now that he stood there waiting for her to explain herself and got short with her, she was at a loss for words. At that moment she wanted to do many things, including throwing her hands up in defeat, sighing in frustration and simply turning her back on him and walking away. Truth was that she didn't really know where to turn to except home, and as they were neighbours they had to head in the same direction. Why couldn't he just understand that she wanted for the two of them to make it there safely?
"Don't you think that maybe you should leave your headphones off so that you can actually pay attention to what's going on around us? If I hadn't thrown those empty bottles your way earlier, you might've failed to notice the zombie that was getting closer to you. I am trying to keep us both safe here." She argued, her voice covered in drops of frustration that seemed to be hissing and sizzling as that frustration grew.
She didn't wish to snap at him either, but here they were, standing in the alley and questioning each other's actions instead of moving along. They weren't silent either and their voices had attracted another unwelcome visitor that came up from behind her, something she too was oblivious to at this point in time as her entire focus was on him.
Davinci Bjelke
Dave grumbled a bit, looking at her. "Seriously? My headphones are now an issue, when you're going on and on about danger, yet wanting us to stand around? Where do you think we're heading?" As he said this, his threw his arms out to each side in emphasis of the word where, and his elbow would clock the lone zombie in the head, clotheslining it with the force of the arm swing. This went completely unnoticed by Dave, of course, as he then put his hands on his hips. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather get to my shop currently than stand out here arguing. So I'm going, right now." As he said the word now, he stomped his foot in emphasis, bringing it down on the zombie's head and crushing it. But he was too heated to notice the squish under his boot, chalking it up to a bit of mud or some bugs, and he simply swiveled and started walking again, waving for her to bring her rear end on as well.
Sasha Kingsley
Regardless of the danger, she kept moving. The noise she was making more then enough to draw zombies from near by into a central herd, following the noises. At this point, she has started looking for a place to take off and leave the herd behind.
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Him taking offense in the headphones comment was expected by her, just as her taking offense in stopping him and claiming it was dangerous out was likely to be expected by her. She wanted to answer him where they were heading when she shrieked instead as his thrown out arms hit the zombie in the head. A mixture of confusion, anger and fear hit her but she thought that maybe, this would be the moment on which he'd finally know she was right.
If she'd spend more time at his shop, she'd have known that it wouldn't be enough since due to how worked up he was, he simply failed to notice that the creature was even around him once again. She stomped her foot and wished to argue with him, point out the zombie to him and do something but instead, he decided that the argument was over and that he was going.
Obliviously crushing the zombie's head underneath his boot, she stared at him once more in disbelief and shook her head wildly. He was going to get himself killed, this fucker was going to die and he wouldn't even see or hear it coming! It was madness, utter madness and she doubted on whether or not she even had to go with him. As he started walking again and waved for her, she was torn between running up to him and tagging along or going into another direction after all. Making up her mind in frustration, she kicked the dead zombie in the ribs, then shrieked when the body moved due to her kick and hopped over it to run into the other direction, where she did threw her hands up in frustration after all.
She had almost gotten back to where they'd started off when she saw a redhead walking with a huge horde following behind her. If the woman was worried, she simply couldn't tell as her entire aura seemed calm and straightforward.
"People in this town are batshit crazy," She whispered underneath her breath as the woman made more noise to attract more of the creatures. Slowly, she started to back away so that the horde wouldn't spot her until she unknowingly walked right into the arms of a zombie that was coming out of the police station, attracted by the sounds on the street.
That zombie wasted no time and digged right into her soft, fresh flesh, the scent of blood quickly being carried through the wind that passed by her along with a piercing scream of terror and pain as she lost a chunk of flesh where her shoulder and neck connected.
Davinci Bjelke
He was walking away, but soon realized that he was walking alone, looking back, he saw the girl walking the other way, making him grumble a bit. "I swear, one of these days..." He grumbled a bit more, but started walking in that direction again, making it til about halfway to the tack shop's back entrance, before hearing the scream and finally picking up the major racket going on down the street. Running forward, he jumped through the small space between the pharmacy and tack shop, before seeing a woman making a big racket and a bunch of the things following her. "Hey, no one invited me to this kind of parade." He then lifted up his voice, realizing she was in danger, trying to catch the woman's attention. "HEY! COME BACK!" He didn't know if he got her attention, but decided some higher ground would suit his purposes a little easier. Looking around, he noticed a small truck close to the entrance to the clothing shop, then took note of the sign and the awning, before bracing himself. He then sprinted at the truck, leaping upwards. His left foot touched the hood of the truck, and simply got used to springboard up so the right foot touched the roof of the truck. He then continued his forward and upward momentum to leap, launching seemingly impossibly a good 6 feet over a gap, before stepping up off the awning, step twice on the solid wall itself, then reached out and grabbed the upper lip of the sign, before using his upper body strength to pull himself up onto the roof of the building. He then looked around for a moment, before spotting a small ladder that was locked in the raised position, before kicking it open and making it drop to the ground. He looked around for a moment, before running back to the front. He waved his hands over his head, hollering out for her. "HEY! THERE'S A LADDER ON THE SIDE! GET YOUR ASS UP HERE!" He then pointed to the left side of the building.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha walked backwards, the rifle slung onto her back again as she held the pistol loosely in her right hand. She had quit yelling, banging on cars and now just watched the gathering of people, some she knew, most she didn't. Her steps were slow and measured, conserving her strength in case she had to make a run for it. Then she could see someone jumping and yelling, assuming to get her attention as he was looking in her direction. She say him point and waved an arm to show she understood. With practiced ease, she took off, turning this way and that, weaving in between cars and walking bodies. She nearly became trapped ontop of a car, before making a three step run and vaulting over the group that reached for her legs. She quickly tucked midair, turning her shoulder to hit the ground first before rolling up to her feet and taking off again. Coming to the ladder, she shoved the pistol back into the holster and scrambled up the ladder. Reaching the top quickly, she turned and was checking to see if the ladder could be pulled up or not.
Robert Freelen
He finally got to a decent vantage point, deep in the shadows of the night, but close enough to see the movements along the street. He took notice of the woman who seemed to be at a bit of a loss for a moment as to where to go, and was about to make a motion, when he noticed a large guy seemingly acting like a wannabe ninja and getting on top of a roof, before waving and pointing. Taking a moment, he saw her see the guy and start running over to him, which Bob felt might complicate his position a bit. He needed answers, but anyone acting that flamboyant likely wouldn't know what was going on. The woman was his best bet, for some answers at least, and he slipped back into the shadows. Staying dead silent, he steered a wide berth around the things in the street, who seemed to be milling about now, seemingly lost for a moment. He debated on firing another arrow, but decided against it, not wanting to potentially aggro that horde. As such, he made his way towards the alley where the clothing shop seemed to be, taking the long way around, before coming up on what appeared to be a drainpipe. Testing it slightly, he figured it was sturdy enough, and he used it as a prop to position his footing, before shimmying his way up, still somehow staying silent. Finally reaching the roof, he looked slightly over the edge, before hoisting himself up quietly and slowly, bringing himself onto the roof from the opposite direction of what the pair were facing. He then waited for a moment, before sitting on the edge and clearing his throat to get their attention.
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The zombies had followed the girl alright and while some appeared to be standing around aimlessly now that she had seemingly disappeared, others had noticed just where she was headed. A small group had tagged along until she reached the ladder and when she climbed up, some intended to follow her. A few made it up the first steps and for a moment, it seemed that they would be able to reach the roof as well, the memory of how to climb a ladder like this not having disappeared amongst the newly turned. Aside from that, most of them were very "monkey see, monkey do" and as the rest of the group saw the first zombies climbing up, they followed along in similar manner.
The zombies on the edge of the horde became restless and annoyed, both with their food getting away and with their companions taking so long to follow that food. This resulted in a rather comical scene. While some zombies tried their best to climb up, others started to do their best to push those zombies aside so that they could attempt to climb as well. Some even pulled the others down, figuring there was more chance of food if they were the first to reach that food. Quickly enough, the zombies that were climbing disappeared into a mess of piled up zombies that all desperately tried to make their way up. Given as the ladder moved under their sheer pressure and weight, it seemed like it was indeed the type that could be pulled up. That was, if one could pull up the ladder with some zombies attached to it.
At the front of the station, the body of the young girl with special hair was now covered in walkers. It was clear that she wouldn't turn either, given that little of her was left. On the other side of the horde, things were calm and almost none had seen the man head around the building to make his way up by pipe. Only a few had spotted him and those were the few that were now left behind by him, standing at the bottom of the pipe and looking up as a single one attempted to climb the pipe as well but failed miserably.
Davinci Bjelke
Watching the woman curiously, Dave followed her line of sight and looked over the edge. "Of course. The things know how to climb. If they decided to work together, we'd be in deep shit." He was about to reach down and try to pull the ladder up, until he heard a throat being cleared behind him. He spun, almost swinging a weapon in the process, though it would have just been a claw hammer, but stopped when he saw who it was and saw they weren't an enemy. "Bloody hell Bob, you nearly gave me a heart attack. What in the world got you crawling out of your hidey hole in the woods for?" Grumbling a bit, he waited for an answer, the ladder all but forgotten in the moment. He looked over at the woman, waiting to see how she reacted as well.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha hadn't turned when she heard the sound of someone's throat being cleared, instead she kept her right hand on the pistol but kept watching the ladder. After several minutes, she knew that they wouldn't be able to climb up after them as they kept knocking each other off of the ladder. She turned then, wisps of stray hair had gotten free and stuck to her face from the sweat. Her breathing had evened out after she had gotten up there. Even as the light slowly vanished, her bright green eyes landing on each of the men. She knew Dave, by sight at least. But had only heard of the woodsmen from others. "I have to get back to campus. Either of you have a vehicle?" She asked, her voice low as she pulled her phone out. "I need to call Grace, gimme a second." As she unlocked the phone, she pulled up Grace's number and hit dial, waiting as it rang, nearly praying for her to answer.
Robert Freelen
Bob looked at Dave with a slight quirk of an eyebrow, not bothering to answer the guy he saw as incompetent. His brain was stuck in soldier mode currently, so Dave was nothing more than collateral damage. He looked at the woman curiously though, and was about to say something, when he grumbled to himself as she ignored him and went about making a phone call. Taking a moment to breathe, he pulled a small whetstone from his pocket and removed one of his throwing axes, then quietly and almost too calmly began sliding the blade of the axe over the whetstone, still not saying a word for the time being. He needed answers, but this civvy wasn't going to know what's going on, so he waited patiently, with a soft snkt every now and then as he sharpened and honed the edge of his current axe.
Sasha Kingsley
*"Hello? Xena? I'm on my way?" Sounded from the phone in Sasha's hand. She closed her eyes, thankful that she was able to answer "Grace, thank god. Where the hell are you?!?" Sasha turned her head to look towards campus, " Sasha?? On campus, on my way to the coffee shop. There's something wrong with Xena, she's scared. She called me. I'm going to get her. Whatever is going on is seriously messed up. Are you ok?" Grace asked, her voice soft through the speaker. Sasha started shaking her head, "Grace, I'll go get her. You need to get back inside, like now! I sent my truck back with some strangers inside it, one woman has babies. I need you to find them and get them inside. I don't know what the hell is going on, but it isn't safe outside. Not at all." Sasha's voice had stayed calm through it all "Go back to the dorms, don't go outside unless you have no choice. I'll be there as soon as I can, I swear it." Sasha spoke, the truth ringing in her words. When Grace spoke again, the phone seemed to be cutting out, or she was stuttering, "No...no.. I'll fix it. I'll find a way.. just please.. I see the truck, I didn't realize it was yours. I'll go to them. I'll get them inside." She paused for a moment, "I love you.. Be safe." Grace said just before hanging up. Sasha's eyes never left the distance of the campus from where she stood as she slowly slipped the phone back into her pocket. Turning back, she looked at the two men. "Dave, why the hell are you out in all this?? Where's your truck? I need to get back to campus" She asked him, shaking her head before turning to the stranger. "I don't know you, but seeing as you aren't dead or trying to eat my face I figure you here for another reason." She lifted the rifle that had been slung over her back and checked the ammo amount, before lifting her bright green eyes back to the men, waiting for an answer.
Robert Freelen
He looked up from his sharpening as the woman came off the phone. He then looked over at Dave, finally picking up on the civvy's name. He still saw him as little more than collateral, but that was neither here nor there. He then looked to the woman again. "Name and Rank, so I know how to address you properly." Before she might be able to give hers, he felt it would be at least courteous to give his as well. "Robert Freelen, USMC Force Recon with the First Marine Expeditionary Force, under Brigadier General Thomas Savage, ma'am." He didn't stand up or salute, as he didn't know her rank and wasn't in the mood currently. He did, however, give her his attention, as he slid his throwing axe back into the ring that held it in place. "I need an update of the current situation. What the hell is going on?" He waved his hand towards behind him and all around them, before leaning forward and watching her intently, the silver flecks in his grey eyes almost piercing through her as he studied her curiously.
Gator
He awoke to some loud noises, deep in the police station, grumbling a bit as he waited for a moment. A rather tall shadowy figure seemed to be lounging in the corner of the room, sitting in a chair made of fresh bones and at a table that seemed to be all muscle and sinew strung together. The figure seemed to be looking at him, as if in anticipation. Grumbling a bit, Gator turned away from him, before sitting up on his knees. Things seemed to be quiet again, beyond a scream here and there that seemed to pierce even these rubbery walls. He grumbled a bit more at that, looking towards the doors. "Sweet flesh, being torn apart, and I'm not even there to witness it or have fun with the marrow... This just will not do." He looked over at the shadowy figure, who seemed to be watching him. "Well, you gonna help me out of this, or just sit there?" The shadow shrugged and seemed to go back to its tea, which reminded Gator that he was thirsty. "Of course, just turn away and act like I don't exist. Whatever. I've gotten out of worse spots." He then turned his head a bit, looking at the straps that held his arms in place. He didn't like the tightness of this coat, didn't like how it forced him to hug himself. Growling softly, he bit down on the strap holding the arm in place, before pulling hard. His jaw strength was almost legendary at this point, able to bite through sinew and crack the bones to get to the marrow within them. He shouldn't have any issues with this. Pulling a bit more, he loosened it enough to get one of his arms to a moving position. He was almost ecstatic with glee at this, before he took a moment, before standing up and walking over to the small joint in the rubber that signified the door. He braced himself, then slammed his shoulder into the joint, causing his shoulder to pop out of socket.
He then used the newly freed shoulder to maneuver his arm a little more, before pulling it out of the coat sleeve. He then quickly undid the belt on his other arm, before flinging the coat off. Taking a deep breath, he could almost hug himself, if he hadn't been doing that for almost a week already. He took a moment to turn towards the shadowy being, flipping him off, before he slammed his arm into the door again, popping his shoulder back into place. In doing so, the door gave a little bit, and he realized it was ajar. "Guess someone got lazy..." He then turned towards the shadow, growling. "You gonna sit on your ass all day, or are you coming with me? If not, I'll lock the door and leave your ass behind." He shoved against the door a bit more, realizing the reason the door wasn't budging very well was because something was laying on the ground in front of it. "You know, if you weren't such a featherweight, I'd have you help me. But your lazy ass couldn't push this door if it was made of feathers, so that ain't happening." He then stepped back, took three steps in a short sprint, then jumped and dropkicked the door hard. He landed rather roughly, popping one of his fresher wounds open, but all he did was look at the blood for a moment in an almost mesmerized state, before realizing that whatever had been in front of the door was now gone. "Huh. Weird." Taking a moment, he stood up, straightening the tattered remains of his shirt, adjusting the ragged pants he had on, before gingerly stepping out, the shadowy figure suddenly in the room in front of him, with the table and chair gone. "Had enough of tea, I take it?" He grumbled a little more, before sneaking out into the room, noticing some of his knives there.
"Ah, what luck. Daddy missed his babies." He then slipped two of them into their sheathes on his belt, while he took the third and slipping his finger into the hole close to the blade, making the blade spin as he watched it for a moment, before he started whistling nonchalantly, walking down the halls to find a way out of this place.
Davinci Bjelke
He looked back and forth between her and the weird guy with the axe to grind, literally. He then turned back to her, pointing towards the police station. "I was taking measurements of the hole in the police station. Not sure who phoned it in, but that place is a mess. I'm surprised the psychos aren't out and about already. But after I took a couple of measurements, I looked up to see that a few of my neighbors were in a cell, so I let them out after punching the heads off some of those things." He pointed off the side. "Then I was walking towards my shop, saw you running, and figured I would get up here and get you to come up away from them." He then pointed towards her phone. "As for my truck, it's at my shop, on the other side of the grocery store. Gimme a minute or two, and I'll pick you up." Without waiting for a yes or no, he turned towards the edge facing the grocery store. He took off his tool belt, before handing it off towards Sasha, setting it down next to her. "Keep an eye on that. Those tools are expensive." He then bounced a couple of times, before taking off at a sprint, stepping up onto the lip of the clothing store rooftop, before leaping across the gap between it to the grocery store. He landed in a tuck and roll, coming up out of it at a dead sprint. He leaped over machinery on the rooftop, sliding over things waist high, before seemingly leaping off the other side of the grocery store rooftop in a seeming swan dive, disappearing over the edge.
In mid dive, he flipped his body by tucking in and bringing his momentum around, landing in a soft crouch and roll, before coming up in a headlong sprint across the rode. He took one step off a seemingly random box, though it was placed here for a reason, then stepped three times up the side wall of his garage entrance, before grabbing the edge and pulling himself up, getting onto the roof of the building. He'd made this area reinforced for a specific reason, as getting onto the roof was one of his practice sessions with this movement style. Taking a moment, he went over to what looked like a random part of the roof, before slipping a finger into the hole next to it, hitting a hidden latch and opening it, before dropping down into his shop. He took a moment to hit a button on the side wall, causing the hatch to close and latch back into place. He then did a couple of stretches, before walking over and grabbing the keys to his truck, opening the door, and hopping in. He'd filled one of his tanks up, but only had enough from his last job to halfway fill the second tank, which made him grumble a bit. But he shook it off, before hitting the button for the garage, and heading out, towards the clothing store. Wasn't a very long trip, only a block, but he was parked in the parking lot, idling the truck within a couple of minutes of having taken off at a sprint. He didn't bother to holler, as the big diesel engine was more than loud enough to signify them.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha watched as she held the tools loosely in her hand, shaking her head before turning back to the stranger. Crouching down to where he could see her, Sasha tilted her head. "Savage was alright, but Cohen was mine. We are the same, friend, won't be saluting each other. Besides.." she grinned quickly, "Savage didn't like me over much, being female and all." She shrugged and stood up, turning around to look back towards the campus, the set of her shoulders a dead give away of her determination. "It ain't safe in town, and not likely the woods. Somehow people who've died are coming back to life. I don't know how yet. Once he's back with his truck, I've got to go to campus, and find a girl at the coffee shop. I gave my word.. I wouldn't mind having some backup," she said as she heard the deep rumble of the truck pull in and wait. "That's our ride. You can come with me or stay here and take your chances." She tightened her grip on the tools, moving to slid down the ladder before looking back at the man, "I'd prefer you came with, as I still live by the slogan none left behind." Her bright green eyes flared briefly before she tightened her left hand and slid down the ladder and landing with a thud. She didn't stop to look around or behind her as she leaped into the truck, drooping his toolbelt beside him. Only then did she turn her head to see if the other man followed.
Robert Freelen
He looked between the truck and the woods, debating for a moment, before shrugging. The only things left for him at home was some food and a bed, and his wife and child out back. He figured it best to tag along with them for right now. The meat wouldn't get done smoking until in the morning anyways. Turning around to the pipe, he noticed the few zombies that were there under him and got an idea. He pulled out the knife, before leaping over the side, coming down with one boot on the head of one zombie, taking two down as his landing pad, before the knife sank into the skull of the third. He then pulled the knife out and looked out towards the Pharmacy. Taking note of the commotion, he doubted everyone was gone, and went to the truck, before hopping up into the back. He slapped the roof of the truck twice, before pointing towards the Pharmacy. "There's people in there. Do a quick run over to get people in, then take off."
Gator
Grumbling a bit more, he noticed all the bodies strewn around the station, as he walked through the hallways. He didn't go into any rooms just yet, as he was just randomly exploring. Not being able to read very well, he completely misses the door to the outside and wanders into the administration area, booting open the door with a solid force. He wasn't looking for anything in particular, just wondering if there was something sharp to add to his collection. He looked over towards one of the chairs, seeing the shadowy being sitting in one with his feet propped up. "Yeah yeah, I know you like this place. It's too quiet though. And when it's quiet, it's because the land knows a Predator walks in their midst." He chuckled in an almost sinister fashion at his last statement, though he couldn't figure out if that last part applied to him, or something else. His instincts were going haywire, letting him know something very unnatural and very wrong was going on, but he couldn't figure out what it was at this point.
DM Post
The truck took off quickly and made it's way onto the road. It passed bodies here and there, some of which resembled a sponge due to the amount of bullet holes while others seemed to have been unphased entirely. Here and there, a body stirred but the color of the opened eyes of the body and the amount of blood of them told everyone enough to know they'd better steer clear. The big horde that had been on the street in front of the police station had separated into smaller hordes and lonely zombies throughout, now wandering without purpose as there was no immediate food in sight. Some of them looked up curiously as the truck passed, and due to it's noise they sometimes did take a step in it's direction, but the truck was too fast and the smell of the survivors in it way too weak for it to keep their attention for long.
Soon, they made it to the pharmacy where the vehicle that had flipped and exploded was still burning. Scattered, black burned zombies were laying on the ground around it and it seemed like other zombies had left the area, clearing it and leaving no movement near the building. A look at the window and the open door of the pharmacy would tell anyone that there was no survivor in sight and the survivors that were in fact still inside weren't within vision at all, the building seeming eerily quiet and abandoned compared to earlier that night. Deciding that there was nobody left there, the truck moved along and took it's turns as it headed towards Clarey's college, turning onto the campus grounds. Meanwhile, Sasha received a message from Grace.
Talia is with Xena, Xena is safe and Talia will take care of her. The truck and I are back at the dorms, waiting for you.
Prescott & Dejesus
-Prescott and Dejesus entered the Admin offices at the back of the police compound and quickly swept the room with their pistols. Even in its currently vacant state the offices felt foreboding and reminded the two of trips to their CO’s office in AIT. After confirming that the area was clear of any immediate hostels the two began searching the various offices and storage areas, looking for the keys to the armory. The two made the reasonable assumption that the Police Station would have supplies valuable to their continued survival and what better place to look than the armory. As the two rifled through the desks they happened upon personal items left behind by the officers of the town, pictures of families and get togethers long since past, memories from a better time in their lives. The two brushed past the items and continued their search. After a couple of minutes Prescott keyed his mic to let DeJesus know that he had found what they were looking for and moved out into the hallway. With the keys secured the two made their way to the armory which they had passed on their way to Admin. They quickly opened the door and made their way inside, stopping to unlock the security gate that led into the armory proper. Once inside the two began taking stock of what they had found. There was a decent assortment of equipment left behind. The two took a moment to take stock of their find, totaling three Police Issue AR-15 rifles, 210 rounds of 5.56, two canisters of CS gas and a Kevlar vest. Prescott slipped the vest on and the two loaded and shouldered their rifles, they placed the extra rifle, the spare ammo and the gas canisters into a large black duffle bag and began to make their way out of the Police Department.-
Gator
Gator looked through the window of the Admin office, seeing the sun coming up, which was starting to shed a bit of light on the area. He then spoke softly to himself, seemingly unaware of the people with guns trained on him. He continued to spin the large knife lazily, as he spoke. "Hmm, I must have been out cold for a while." He then looked over at the shadowy being in the chair. "Why didn't you wake me up? We could have been out of here by now." Looking over at the two guys, he lifted an eyebrow at their guns. "I'm trying to have a conversation here. I don't feel up to seeing your insides on the outside right now. Go play somewhere else." He then turned back to the shadowy being, grumbling. "Yeah yeah, that's always your answer. Now help me find a way out of this place already. It stinks, too much sweat and blood. The carrion eaters will be here soon enough." Grumbling a bit, the knife spun on his finger a little faster as he started walking off, seemingly forgetting the men that were still aimed at him, as he tried looking for a decent window that wasn't barred up or too thick to break.
Gator looked at the guys with the guns again, seeing they hadn't moved ,and lifted an eyebrow. He then shrugged, before waving his hand in a 'come on' manner towards what might have looked like open air, on the opposite end of the room. He watched the shadowy being stand up, before vanishing it a fading mist. "Hmph. I wish I could do that sometimes. Would certainly make things more fun." He then headed out towards the door to the admin area, heading off into the hallway. This place was like a maze, and he took the first door to his left as he walked out. As luck would have it, he found an exit, though opening the door had started an alarm that had a high pitched scream to it. Yelping slightly, he grabbed his ears and ran, not even bothering to look where he was going, as he ran as fast as his feet could carry him away from the noise that hurt his ears and made his head feel like it was splitting open. He then really ran face first into a tree, before realizing he'd run into the woods. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he stopped and knelt down at the base of the tree he nearly ran into, relaxing a bit.
Gator looked through the window of the Admin office, seeing the sun coming up, which was starting to shed a bit of light on the area. He then spoke softly to himself, seemingly unaware of the people with guns trained on him. He continued to spin the large knife lazily, as he spoke. "Hmm, I must have been out cold for a while." He then looked over at the shadowy being in the chair. "Why didn't you wake me up? We could have been out of here by now." Looking over at the two guys, he lifted an eyebrow at their guns. "I'm trying to have a conversation here. I don't feel up to seeing your insides on the outside right now. Go play somewhere else." He then turned back to the shadowy being, grumbling. "Yeah yeah, that's always your answer. Now help me find a way out of this place already. It stinks, too much sweat and blood. The carrion eaters will be here soon enough." Grumbling a bit, the knife spun on his finger a little faster as he started walking off, seemingly forgetting the men that were still aimed at him, as he tried looking for a decent window that wasn't barred up or too thick to break.
Gator looked at the guys with the guns again, seeing they hadn't moved ,and lifted an eyebrow. He then shrugged, before waving his hand in a 'come on' manner towards what might have looked like open air, on the opposite end of the room. He watched the shadowy being stand up, before vanishing it a fading mist. "Hmph. I wish I could do that sometimes. Would certainly make things more fun." He then headed out towards the door to the admin area, heading off into the hallway. This place was like a maze, and he took the first door to his left as he walked out. As luck would have it, he found an exit, though opening the door had started an alarm that had a high pitched scream to it. Yelping slightly, he grabbed his ears and ran, not even bothering to look where he was going, as he ran as fast as his feet could carry him away from the noise that hurt his ears and made his head feel like it was splitting open. He then really ran face first into a tree, before realizing he'd run into the woods. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he stopped and knelt down at the base of the tree he nearly ran into, relaxing a bit.
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