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 Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 10:53 pm
Murdock was just a few steps ahead of Drusilla, and perhaps twice as much behind Zack and Conor. In the middle of it all was a good place to be, and just a few steps toward the back was even better: plenty of guns and meatshields to the front and back.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 7:31 am
Their continued descent along the fire escape went fairly well, as the zombies below were unaware as a 196 lb. Irishman jumped down onto one of their spines from the metal stairway. With one steely determined stomp, the former criminal slammed a steel-toed boot into its neck then turned to face the others.
In lieu of his traditional battle cry and charge, he decided subtlety would remain the best course of action at this point. The other three zombies in the alley began shambling towards him.
The Irishman grinned as he flipped his shotgun around in his hands and swung hard into the closest one, sending it flying backwards into the stone wall. Using his Benelli as a blunt weapon, he led the charge into the alley, hoping for several things. Namely, the safety of his motorcycle which was now in reachable sight and the safety of his own skin, which at this point, due to his lack of desire to alert any further undead to their position, would be a problem keeping secure.
He only hoped the others didn't abandon him on point, and that they followed his subtle suit. If Patrick could be quiet, anybody could.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 9:07 pm
Idaho hockey Conor ran in after Patrick, following close behind him. He motioned towards one of the two remaining zombies, "Take him, I got the other one." He moved towards the other zombie, striking it in the head with the butt end of his gun. The zombie stumbled back a little, recovering and advancing on Conor once again.
Conor kicked out at the zombie, hitting it square in the chest. He ran up to it, as it attempted to get up, stuck his foot on its chest, holding it down, and proceeded to smash the butt of the gun into its face, repeatedly. K.i.d.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 12:19 am
They may as well have been cavemen with clubs. She understood the need fr silence as well as anyone else in the world, but she also found a strangeness in that as advanced as the world had become it had been reduced to it's most primal stages in a matter of months. Additionally, she wondered why an apocolypse couldn't be all, overgrown with wildlife and dense forests, like in Aeon flux. And yes, she was wondering all of this as the two brutes of the group went caveman on the dead.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 5:36 pm
Zack watched. He raised his pistol and added a silencer to the end of it before shooting a bullet in the head of any other zombies within the twenty foot radius. He then lowered his guns and waited for the other two to finish. They were quite messy. There were so many cleaner ways to kill a zombie, but they were just smacking them to death. Messier, at least, than he would prefer.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 6:03 pm
"Well, tha' was a bit nastier than I'da liked. But, got the job done," Patrick said, albeit still muffled prudently.
His eyes suddenly fixated on the machine still lying in the alley.
"Mary!"
He could barely contain his joy as he ran to his beloved motorcycle that was still intact. Strapping his shotgun back onto his shoulders, he lifted the bike up and sat down on the dusty seat. His hands caressed the metal lovingly as he turned back to smile childishly to his companions.
"Alright lads, now that me an' me ride are back tagether again, what say we get you lot ta yer jeep," he paused, "If it gets hairy... I'll lure 'em away for a bit."
He slowly moved his cycle with his legs as he neared the corner.
"Not many o' em watchin' the front door, but I can guarantee there's more than a few in the fire station across the street, nearly turned my green pants yellow when they all came pourin' out o' there earlier."
He looked to the leader of the military group, as well as to the Russian codger who seemed to boast as regularly of his superiority as himself,
"What's our course o' action?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 7:49 pm
Murdock had crept down just as silently as any other. Once on the ground, though, he refrained from the grunt work. He'd been face to face with these blighters far more than enough for one lifetime. The retiree wasn't particularly looking for a reason to go one-on-one with them any time soon. When Patrick finally looked to him, Grigori simply turned his gaze to Osiris. He seemed to have a plan, and Grigori wasn't going to make any attempts to usurp that.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 8:49 am
Drusilla walked over and hit the irishman upside his head with the hand not holding her gun.
"Stop. Yelling." The teacher spoke softly, but sternly. She figured out that he wasn't much different than a fourth grade boy. So why not talk to him like one? "I understand you're happy about you're bike, but jesus christo, noise attracts those godawful abominations, and we really don't need that okay?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 1:05 pm
Osiris said, "We're going to run to the jeep and the truck. We can't let our guards down yet, people." He turned to his men.
"I want two men in each vehicle. Take Commander Sirius and put him in the truck; I'll take the jeep. Make sure that everyone is equipped before we go; we don't know when we'll have a chance to re-equip."
He checked his revolvers and said, "Everyone ready? My men and I will cover the way to the vehicles, you people just focus on running." Osiris handed Sirius over to Murdock, who was standing right there and appeared to be the only one capable of carrying him at the moment.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 4:07 pm
Zack nodded to Osiris. He checked his pockets. He had pistol ammo, a wrench, and a stunner. He was good and ready. It was all he owned anyway. He still needed to find a screw driver and hammer to reach hs full potential.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 11:20 am
"Well, if that's the way it's gonna be, then that's the way it's gonna be. I never really was a good listener. Orders or no orders, one tarnished life if used fer the good o' several can still make a difference!"
The former criminal revved his motorcycle, much to everyone's surprise and alarm. He pulled his shotgun from his back and gave a quick mock salute to the commander before speeding off around the corner. Shouting these words:
"I'll lose 'em and meet back with ye as soon as I'm able! G'luck lads!"
Cries and moans of several zombies who caught his scent and sound began rushing after him. Their minds consumed with bloodlust, they charged after the raging motorcycle and its otherwise half-sane rider.
"Yeee-Heee-Heee-Ha-ha-ha!"
Any that got close enough to attach onto the rear of the vehicle were promptly blown to bits by his Benelli shotgun. The Irish criminal was in heaven, he was disobeying authority, killing evil instead of humans, riding his motorcycle and saving lives: the perfect combination.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 7:29 pm
Murdock took Sirius's burden wordlessly and when the word was given, he hauled a** to the truck fast as he could. He was one of the first people to the truck and once there, he realized he wasn't sure where to put Sirius. "Doc," he said loudly to make sure he had his attention. "Where should I put him? Laying, sitting, what?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 8:49 pm
"I think laying might be best," Drusilla told the older man. We just finished surgery, and too much stress on the wound might make it break open, like sewing a turkey back up for thanksgiving you know?"
She climbed into the Jeep, having no desire to be around a possible zombie or anyone who looked so very close to dead. Her gun was still fairly full and ready to be used, even if she did have a girl gun.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 8:17 am
Murdock nodded and opened up the four-door cab to tuck the wounded man inside. Slamming the back door, he pulled himself into the driver's seat. Putting his seat belt on came third, preceded by yanking the door shut and locking it. He wasn't in the mood to ******** with zombies at the moment. Gun.
He needed a place to stash his gun if he was going to drive. In the dashboard, just below the radio there was a sizable rectangular gap. What must have been space to put a CD player was now Grigori's makeshift holster for the time being.
Now he waited for the others to haul a** to the truck so he could rev 'er up and get the ******** out of here.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 3:24 pm
Zack grabbed a seat in the jeep. Ready to head off.
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