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 Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 9:40 am
Jack whistled a tune as he worked as it seemed no one on his side of the building was really doing anything.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 12:55 pm
The zombies were closing in. The Lickers were grouping together and advancing along with them.
"No time," Osiris growled. Cocking his gun, he kicked the door open. Almost immediately, he was slammed back as a skin-colored blur flashed out of the door. With a cry, Osiris fired, but his bullet went into the ceiling, harmlessly.
"Go!" Osiris called to the group as he threw his opponent off: it was a dog, one with no fur and blood-colored eyes. It growled and threw itself at him again, but Osiris was ready this time as he drew a combat knife.
The soldiers began to usher the civilians through the door after checking to make sure there were no other dogs.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 3:14 pm
Murdock was about to make a snippy reply when Osiris opened the door, and let the animals in. He heard the growling this time, but didn't let it distract him from taking another three shots before jogging through the doorway. It seemed the dogs were being handled, so he just kept a steady aim at the undead steadily making their way to the end of the hall.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 9:15 pm
Dru followed along with the soldiers, casting a look at their fallen comrade. But she could have sworn she ehard gunshots downstairs. Maybe it was just the echo of everyone else, or maybe it was her mind playing tricks. Well if she knew one thing it was that there were zombies ahead of her, and this time she didn't wait to start making head shots.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 9:46 am
Osiris, in the meantime, was far from dead.
He had killed one of the dogs by neatly stabbing it in the base of the skull. He had some skill with a knife, apparently. Another he had felled with his revolver, blasting it as it pounced. Now, he faced the third and final dog. The other zombies stayed back a little way.
Osiris and the dog circled each other, the dog growling and low to the ground and Osiris steady, knife in hand. The zombies hadn't quite surrounded him yet, so when his back as to the door Osiris decided to take a huge gamble and escape.
He threw himself back, and as expected, the dog saw what he was doing and pounced. Not in a good position to use his knife, Osiris settled for slugging the dog in the jaw as hard as he could, which threw it off of him long enough for him to get the door between him and it. He closed it firmly, but there wasn't much time.
Osiris ran up the stairs as fast as he could.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 11:22 am
Jack slapped the nearest person to see if they would actually do something.
At this point in time, it seemed rather unlikely.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 11:34 am
[[ :3 I'm sorry for being gone for so long without explanation, I hope I can make it up to you ]]
She started slightly at the sound of a voice next to her. She was still so tired, so very, very tired... At first, Lilith wasn't sure how to respond. She knew he meant well, but couldn't help but feel a bit wounded in her pride. She shoved it off, she hadn't had a shower in god knows how long, now was not the time for pride. "Oh, it's just.. my vision." She almost reached up as if to fix her glasses before realizing they wouldn't be there. "Lilith." Before she could say something else, the crackle of combat started again in front of her. She saw the door, and headed too quickly towards it, stumbling on a few of the... things scattering the floor. Her nerves were frayed, and she was more than a little twitchy at this point.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 2:43 pm
Patrick saw no end to the onslaught. Every time there was a lull, he barely managed to reload his weapon. He was certain that the machine gun would be out of ammo before long and then he would be stuck with only his Benelli shotgun, a far slower and less accurate method to dealing with this outpouring of undead.
The Irishman decided it was time to move out of this dead end alleyway. He grabbed hold of the concoction he had created earlier from the empty beer bottle and gasoline, then pulled a lighter from his jacket pocket. Flicking the wheel and sparking the flame, he lit the fuse of his makeshift molotov cocktail, then hurled it towards the entrance of the alleyway.
The glass shattered and the resulting explosion brought the feeling of warmth to caress his pale, slightly freckled face. Quickly holstering his weapons, he grunted as he looked to the fire escape. He did not like the idea of having to climb while carrying over fifty pounds of equipment on his back, though he had little choice in this situation.
He gazed downwards as he made the first level up. Looking upon his beautiful motorcycle for perhaps the last time and the zombies that were eyeing him hungrily from the other side of the flame wall.
"So long Mary," his voice quaked as he said goodbye to his beloved bike,"If I can come an' rescue ya one day, I swear on th' greenest hills o' Ireland that I'll see ya home again!"
With that sad farewell, he began to make the climb up to the ceiling of the hospital.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 7:16 pm
Grigori was only a few steps behind Osiris as they made their way up the stairwell. "How many floors are we climbing?" he asked, checking his ammunition. He tucked the pistol into his waistband after ejecting the magazine. After popping 8 rounds into the mag, he slammed it back into the 9mm and made it to the next landing. He turned, covering those who had been behind him. "Let's move quickly, eh?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 7:50 pm
Jake jogged into the room after setting up some rough defenses made of stretchers, tables, and other miscellaneous items he could find. Jake started to brief everyone as he walked over to see how jack was doing. “There is gun fire on the lower floors. I'll remind people, make sure there are friends before putting down your guard.” Jake kneel next to Sirius and directed his attention to Jack and said, “So, How is he doing? How much advance notice do you need to move him?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 10:45 pm
"He could be worse." Jack answered, not taking his eyes off of Sirius, "But he's still rather unstable, it would be maybe an hour or so before we could safely move him. I might need to operate. There's internal bleeding and a few broken ribs."
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 5:38 am
As Patrick leaped over the final ladder's lip onto the roof of the hospital, he panted for a moment before looking around.
He saw nothing charging him, nor any corpses on the rooftop. Any stragglers that might have headed for the roof were likely cut down by the zombies before they had gotten there. A sobering thought, no matter how grim.
Patrick readied his Benelli shotgun as he neared the fire exit on the roof that led downwards. He made a swift kick and knocked the door open, finding nothing yet again.
Descending into the floor below the roof, he found some abandoned mattresses and elected to barricade the door he had entered from. The last thing he needed was his only escape route to be compromised.
The effort took a few minutes, but Patrick was still in top physical condition, he had spent much of his time in isolation keeping his muscled body in shape and not allowing boredom to become insanity. After the final piece of the barricade was put into place, he paused for a moment, attempting to listen for any further signs of life.
The gunfire had temporarily stopped. He prayed that it did not mean that the only other humans alive had just been killed.
Slowly, he began to continue his descent into the dark corridors of the former hospital.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 11:22 am
"We're headed for the top," Osiris said. "And we'll stop on each floor for a brief check. There are..." He glanced at a map as they passed. "13 floors, total. We're on the 3rd now. We need to keep heading up."
His hope was that there would be less zombie activity further up, since they might all have gone down in order to find more food.
Patrick was on floor 13. The Library Team was on floor 10. The Church Team was on floor 3.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 6:32 pm
"I thought as much Lilith, I used to have glasses too, I know how you feel. Would you like some help?" He put away the tonfa and offered her his hand. "I don't want you to step on something that could bite you."
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 10:05 pm
She smiled, a small smile, a genuine smile. "It's quite alright, thank you for the offer. You'll need your hands free in case something comes up to bite you." Brushing the stray hairs out of her face, she began to ascend the stairs, taking her slow, even steps. You could say she was proving to herself and to him that she was still willing to walk on.
And maybe just trying not to be a hindrance.
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