There was a radio tower, and Rich fully intended on making use of it. The CDC could surely help them, right? Though the officer had to wonder why they, or the military, or the UN, hand't stepped in already - perhaps all radio waves were cut off by the vines? Had to be somethin' like that...
But, God dammit, he had to try still. If not for himself and his Mall Rats, then Lorraine and Coral. Maybe the national guard would come in time for those two to survive.
Rich hated to go alone, though. Going alone seemed like the worst idea these days. "Hey." Rich drawled, slowly meandering toward a somewhat familiar face in the crowd. Sam, he thought was her name. "Care ta check the radio tower with me? See if we can't contact someone."
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 5:31 pm
Sam had slowly been wandering closer and closer to the radio tower. She knew it was important to try, but the idea off failure was, honestly, terrifying. At least if she didn't go up there herself she wouldn't have to come to grips with exactly how cut off from the world they were.
She glanced up as someone spoke to her. He was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place her thumb on it. She'd seen too many faces in the last couple hours. Her jaw still throbbed, so she nodded to answer his question, but she was still left wondering who he was.
"Uhm, Wath your name?" she asked around her swollen tongue.
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Character's Name: Sam Thomas Character's Faction: Mall Character's Journal Link:Sam Thomas (View) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Black, kind of short, dark hair pulled into two buns.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 5:38 pm
"Rich Filth." He answered, eyes narrowed in concern. s**t, had everyone been hurt? Becky with her dislocated shoulder, those two gals from before being temporarily blind, and now Sam (?) with what he could only guess was a broken jaw, or some sort of oral injury. They had to keep helping these thugs out, even though the Harbingers had hurt them this badly? What was the world even coming to?
"Yer Sam, yea?"
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 5:41 pm
She couldn't help her snort of laughter, even if she immediately regretted it and it changed to a groan of pain. His name was just so funny. Rich Filth. Incredible. "Ith tha' your real name?"
She nodded an affirmative again at her name and waved for him to follow her as she headed toward the tower. With someone at her back she felt it was a least a little easier to face the inevitable.
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Character's Name: Sam Thomas Character's Faction: Mall Character's Journal Link:Sam Thomas (View) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Black, kind of short, dark hair pulled into two buns.
Ah, the age old question. Rich gave the smallish black girl a kind chuckle, nodding as he paced along beside her. "Well, full name's Richard Filth. My momma, bless her heart, wasn't too aware of what that'd get turned into down the line." Thank Jesus he had no siblings.
The former officer hushed up as they approached the tower, just now noticing the Infected surrounding it. Maybe it'd be prudent to slip his boots off, but crouching down to do so would destroy his ribs, and probably make him holler. "Hold on a sec." He asked, steadying himself on Sam's shoulder to bring one leg up at a time, slipping each boot off with a bit of struggle. His socks reeked to high heaven, but that was just the way things were. "Sorry fer the smell. And thanks."
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
She nodded solemnly. "At leath you're no' d**k Filth." Somehow, she managed to keep a straight face.
As he used her shoulder to slip off his boots she noticed what he had - the infected all around. She figured they were probably a bigger target together, so after she was sure he didn't need her support any more she tried to slip a little further away.
Unfortunately she was noticed and the infected began to shamble towards her. She had no choice but to back off and try a different approach.
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Character's Name: Sam Thomas Character's Faction: Mall Character's Journal Link:Sam Thomas (View) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Black, kind of short, dark hair pulled into two buns.
Rich wanted to make some sort of strangled sound when Sam slipped away, but he couldn't run after her with his ribs threatening to puncture his lungs. She'd escape, and they'd regroup. All would be well.
But for now, Rich made his way to the top of the radio tower, and found... a whole lot of nothing. Switches, lights, levers, a whole lotta wires and junk he didn't understand. There was a headset, though, and Rich knew what that was. He slipped the earmuffs on, and began fiddling with the dial in front of him, hope for something in his eyes. Red Cross...CDC...National Guard. Anythin'.
Just static.
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
Sam thought she could get closer, but as she tiptoed near the infected weren't quite ready to give up the chase.
She dashed off again. She'd have to wait a little longer to regroup with Rich.
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Character's Name: Sam Thomas Character's Faction: Mall Character's Journal Link:Sam Thomas (View) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Black, kind of short, dark hair pulled into two buns.
Rich fiddled with the dial more, turning it this way and that with frustration, eyebrows twitching every time he picked something up - but it always cut out immediately. Was there really no stable signal? Were they really doomed to just die, caged by these vines and the walking dead?
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
She waited a few minutes and carefully, slowly slid past the infected. She could barely breathe past the anxiety, but somehow she made it.
She joined back up with Rich, looking a little spooked. There was so much technology in front of him and she was already frazzled. She didn't know what to do, honestly. "Any luck?"
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Character's Name: Sam Thomas Character's Faction: Mall Character's Journal Link:Sam Thomas (View) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Black, kind of short, dark hair pulled into two buns.
"This is prerecorded emergency broadcast. If you are listening to this, you are in critical danger. Find the nearest shelter immediately and hide until further authorities notify you. Do not attempt to contact local authorities. Do not leave your house. This is not a drill."
Rich stared off into blank space before realizing Sam had made her way up the tower, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "Nothin' more than we already know. Critical danger, find shelter, don't try ta contact authorities." Rich's chest heaved with disappointment. "Maybe this whole shindig is just pointless."
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
Sam turned knobs half-heartedly, but all that met her on any channel was static. Her heart sank, even though she'd been prepared for this exact result.
Sometimes you're still shocked by the expected.
"We tried," she sighed. "Unleth you're an exthpert, I don't think we'll get muth."
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Character's Name: Sam Thomas Character's Faction: Mall Character's Journal Link:Sam Thomas (View) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Black, kind of short, dark hair pulled into two buns.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 9:17 pm
"Naw, I think tha's all we're gonna get." Rich grumbled, putting the headset down. Dag gummit, this was useless - hopeless, even. "I jest hope they all heeded that message's warning." He muttered more to himself than Sam, heading down the stairs of the tower.
"Thanks fer comin' along, miss. Sorry for wastin' your time."
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
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