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 Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 4:04 pm
 E S M A I x "E M" xL E S U R E
spacespace☠ the awfully lucky foreigner
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MOOD: XX LOCATION: Mall XX HEALTH: No large wounds, exhausted XX COMPANY: Mystery Survivor
A change in tone was certainly appreciated. She couldn't interpret it well, but it was better than him being as distant as before. Staying stern was understandable, considering the situation. She had to be just as serious, it would seem. Em composed herself better as they neared the Mall. She absolutely had to do this. She couldn't be messing this up like she did everything previously. Really, what has she done right so far? She didn't want to reflect on it yet. It was too early in the day to do that. Besides, he was talking about something. For him to say something without prompt must have meant it was important. It'd do her well to play close attention. She was finding that one of the things rising to the top of what she didn't like talking about were these zombies. A shiver ran up her spine at their mention. Obviously, the first thing to come to mind when they were brought up was going to be her encounter with the one that grabbed her. He wasn't the only one to scan the area after telling her to never let her guard rest. Her eyes darted to her left, then her right. His next statement seemed off. She didn't quite understand the implications in context to the previous warning, yet she noted it anyways. Or at least tried. His wording threw her. If she considered it at a later time, she would be more likely to understand what he had said. She gave a curt nod to try expressing that she mostly understood.
His next statement was both comforting and greatly unnerving. On the up side, most zombies won't look that horrifying and don't want to devour her whole. On the down side, they wanted to beat her to a pulp. Which wouldn't be hard when you think about her size. Oh, even better. That gruesome thing that aimed to eat her was mutated. Zombies were mutating! Wonderful! She flashed a wry grimace. An array of radiation-mutated zombies to take a bite out her. Zombie Cannibals. The name was terror-enduing as it was. Facing the monster called that was far worse. She nodded again, confirming that she had listened. There wasn't much to be confused about with that. She moved her eyes to the mall's entrance. She felt fear begin to twitch in her gut again. Though it seemed nothing was outside this place, what was inside? It occurred to her that someone who would not be named had told her to avoid common places, did he not? This survivor didn't have as much quarrel to entering the building, however. It must have been safe enough. Continuing, he pulled something from his bag and was handing it to her. She didn't see it at first and it took him to explain before it registered as a gift that she should eat. She was going to thank him again, but he kept talking. She did her best to remember that she had to chew before swallowing. That was how she lost most of her food before. If she ate too fast, it was assured that the food was going to come back up. It wouldn't taste as good twice. She caught the last bit of what he had to say and engraved it to memory. Don't do what she just did with the "Zannibal", basically. Seek him if anything occurs.
Em found it surprising that he waited for her to finish eating. She didn't really look at him until she was done. Out of habit, she looked around. Not for the walking undead that could have come up, bur for a garbage for the wrapper. The world ended and zombies wander the radiated land and she still wouldn't litter. That summed her up pretty well. There was a trash by the door, thankfully. She followed him there and what he said was in the same tone as his previous statements, but it didn't sound the same. It had a different air. Since she didn't have anything relevant to add with him having covered all bases, she left the silence as was. She did have a confused arch in her eyebrow when he mentioned the gun of hers, as if he had forgotten it. Which was likely. She remembered soon after. She shrunk into herself when they went inside and she adjusted to the atmosphere. It was weird. It looked empty but didn't really feel that way. That would sound stupid to say. Her mouth remained closed. Wherever he was leading, she was following close behind quiet as a mouse. She kept her eyes moving and checking the surroundings in case he overlooked something.
ooc: Sorry, not much action from her here... Blah
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 4:43 pm
i'lltrycodingL I A M x - x M A E L W I N E
iholdnopromicestothecodethough⇥ the brawns lacking brains
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MOOD: Excited XX LOCATION: Walking around fence of Park XX HEALTH: Incredibly hungry, otherwise fine XX COMPANY: Hatchet, child, Stalker
Two children. This was going to end so well. Fate brought an actual child tumbling towards a large man with the simplistic mind of one, but neither were complaining. At least for the time being. Liam heard a child's voice before his eyes were able to scan and point him down. He wasn't sure if the kid was running towards him or not at first and turned his head around in all directions to try to see if there was a father figure standing near. Surely the small tyke galloping up at it's fullest speed wasn't calling /him/ father, was he? Oh. Oh, he was! Liam, or now he supposed he was going by, Daddy, turned to the child and stopped walking. He waited for the child to come closer to be sure that it was indeed him he was running to. He couldn't help but smile widely at the approach of another human. His eyes were so trained at the younger boy that he didn't see the Stalker staying close behind him. Liam was just happy to see another face. They didn't look very similar besides having blond hair. But even a that, the shades were off. He didn't care. He knelt over to get in eye level withe child. He practically glowed and matched the kid's excitement. Even if the youngin' put together that this man was certainly not his father, Liam had such a friendly face. His so smile was so disarming. Would he try to run away?
He finally got to looking at the friend the stranger child found. Well. That thing certainly looked weird, didn't it? But it was a friend, supposedly. Liam found no reason to doubt it since it was Buddy. He kept his smile and reached out a hand, the one not bloodied, to the Stalker. "Hi there, little guy!" Little? He was pleased to meet such a kind and odd creature. Whether it allowed him to shake it's hand or not, Liam eventually retracted his hand and faced the child. His smile faded and his tone was calmer. "I don't think I'm your Daddy. I'm Liam. What's your name?" And if the child was still sticking around, he'd smile again. "Since I'm not your dad, I can help you look for him if you'd like. Is that okay? We'll take Buddy along, too."
ooc: This may be one of the shortest lived characters I've ever made.
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 5:44 pm
Location: Mall
Survivors Affected: Esmai
Name: Unknown
Encounter Type: Companion
Danger Level: N/A
NPC EVENT- Mysterious Survivor The mysterious survivor heard a familiar groan to the right, just as a zombie grew wary of their presence. There were still some who had not been able to escape the Mall and follow the call of the Howler. He stepped between it and Esmai without hesitation, kicking it in the sternum and removing a machete from his belt. He seemed to be able to produce weapons from nowhere; a surprising yet useful talent. As the zombie fell, he jumped on top of it and cut cleanly through its neck, sending an arcing spray of putrid blood across the window to the side of them. Once the deed was done, he stood up and returned to Esmai's side, grasping her hand firmly in his. "We need to run now." He took off through the Mall with her in tow, not stopping to shoot or attack any of the zombies that popped up along the way. "Work your legs harder, Esmai." he growled, finally using her name, you need to be faster. Once they got to the gun store, he slid to a halt and yanked her inside behind him.
The door was wrenched shut behind him and he dead-bolted the metal door shut. It wasn't long before the sounds of the undead reached their ears and they started pounding on the doors. "Ignore them and follow me behind the counter." he said quickly, hoping she wouldn't go back into shock while they were under pressure. There were two zombies left in the store, and they both were trapped behind a glass door. They began bashing it, and small cracks started to form around where their skulls and arms hit. The mysterious survivor turned to face Esmai and exhaled. "Listen very carefully." he said slowly, "and make sure you understand what I'm saying."
He got up very close and personal, almost pressing his mask against her face. "You're going to learn how to use that gun in the holster on your belt." he said in stern tone, "If you do not shoot and kill both of those zombies before they reach us, we will both die." He let that sink in for a moment, and then another crack from the glass emphasized the time limit on the situation. "I won't help you unless you ask me the right questions. I won't shoot them, and I won't kill them. That's you're job. If you ask for specific advice, I'll give it to you." Trial by fire; that's the way he had decided to teach her the first lesson. Now it was all up to her. Life or death, sink or swim.
The zombies would eventually break through in about two minutes, so if she hadn't tried to shoot them or hadn't killed them within that time they would begin to march forward and attack.
[[OOC: It's all good; you're in keeping with her character.]]
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 6:03 pm
Location: Outside the Park
Survivors Affected: Liam
Name: Zachary
Encounter Type: Choice
Danger Level: Moderately Low
NPC EVENT- Zachary Zach was so happy to see the big boy in front of him that he didn't realize it wasn't his father until after he had hugged the stranger. The stranger seemed really happy though, so what for? "You really aren't Daddy, are you?" he mumbled, tears starting to form in his eyes once again. The sniffles and sobs began to make their return as he mourned the second loss of his father... even though it was his fault that he felt like he had lost his daddy again. Through his sniffles, he managed to choke out, "My name... my name is... is Zach." He whimpered again and rubbed his eyes to try and get rid of the tears. "What's a Liam?" he asked innocently, not recognizing it as a name.
He looked up at the big boy and saw that he was smiling again and offered to go look for his dad. The boy stopped crying almost instantly, his eyes widening with hope. "We can go find Daddy? Really, you mean it? You'll help?" His questions belted out of his little mouth like machine gun fire as he started to get excited again. "Buddy!" he exclaimed, turning towards the Stalker, "We're all going to go find Daddy! Then you can meet him too!" He started jumping up and down with joy and abundant amounts of energy, despite how hungry he was. Then his stomach growled and he looked down at it with a frown. "I can't find Mommy and Daddy, and I think I missed supper too..." he complained, not knowing how to find his own food or make it. He was far too young to understand what had happened to the world.
'Buddy' did not respond to Liam's handshake except to look at the outstretched arm. In the presence of the child... rather, the two children, neither of them could see the look of despair and depression in the zombie's eyes. It could not attack, it could not speak- it only wished to die and end its miserable existence.
[[OOC: Haha yeah, I was thinking the same thing for Zachary... even though he's just a child. :c Being realistic bites sometimes.]]
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 7:15 pm
E S M A I x "E M" xL E S U R E
spacespace☠ the awfully lucky foreigner
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MOOD: Terrified but on task XX LOCATION: Mall XX HEALTH: No large wounds, exhausted XX COMPANY: Mystery Survivor
A break was going to be rare these days, wasn't it? Maybe if Esmai hadn't kept herself holdup in the city complex building she'd be used to the hassle and bustle of the world now. If she realized that no government help was going to whisk away the survivors sooner, she could have gotten out of there and adapted to the world as they know it now earlier. Nope. Now she was being bombarded with walking corpses that reeked of what use to be their decomposition before they were reanimated. She watched in horror as weapons were so easily pulled off the fellow survivor. She was more taken by the scatter of blood than the fact that it was potentially dangerous to her to be hanging around someone that has weapons just falling off them left and right. Weapons they very clearly knew how to use. The sudden burst of attack on the zombie must have attracted more because he was beside her and urging her forward by the hand. And, as it was becoming apparent that she'd usually be, Esmai was frightened. Yet she scurried to keep up. Zombies were in fact coming into view but he wasn't shooting a single one. Her legs threatened to revolt against her in fear, but the survivor calling her name in such an intonation startled her enough to get her going faster. She forced her legs to cooperate. If it had been another time, she might have been happy that he used her name. It wasn't the case.
She backed up and stopped moving when they got in the room. Her wide doe eyes watched in fear as he latched the door. Her mouth opened slightly as if she was going to say something, but the pounding stopped her and her breath fell short. This was turning to be far worse than the Zombie Cannibal encounter. Her heart was torn between beating wildly out of her chest or just stopping all together. She followed behind the counter as told, eyes glued on the door. The shaking started, though only in her hands. It would spread if her mind wasn't caught. Which it was. By more zombies. It swiftly flashed in her head that she could very well die here. Beaten to death. No painless of an end it would be. Cracks had been forcing were their fists struck. Esmai felt sick.
He told her to listen carefully, but she wasn't looking. She, yet again, was ghostly white. No color to her face. But she needed to understand what he was going to say, he told her. She she did remove her eyes from the infected bodies. She met his mask very close to her face and found absolutely no comfort in this or his next words. Her fist reaction was to make a small croaking sound. The pressure was getting to her, but she heard him over the ringing starting to rise in her ears. She was beyond scared. She was facing what could be her death if she didn't step up to what he told her. Or if she did step up and failed. But did he say they'd both die? Esmai didn't know him. A mysterious survivor stranger. She never sat well with failing anything in her life, but she couldn't let someone else suffer for her incompetence. She cringed when another crack sounded, but she nodded. She would steel herself under the pressure. She went to grab her gun, causing the first question to arise. When she pulled it out, she didn't hold it right. She knew she didn't.
The first time she tried asking, it was only a whisper and was her native tongue. No, no, Esmai. Try again. She caught herself mid-sentence and tried again. Louder. English. No time to be fooling around. "First, the proper way to hold it?" As she said the first one, the next rose to mind. She kept her eyes trained on the gun, holding it as if it was a venomous snake, ready to bite her. "How do I load it?" Then the last. Her voice shook more. It sounded reluctant. "How do I shoot?" Hopefully, those three questions were going to be enough for her. She asked them in near succession and didn't give him the time to answer. She spoke fast under pressure. Her arms had a slight quaking to them. Not once did any sign of betrayal come across her face or eyes despite how she knew somewhere in her mind that he could so easily shoot the two zombies.
ooc: Hell yeah I quoted myself. Good going, Sam. Didn't even remember to check spelling first time, either (Reaching new levels of stupid today)
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 8:17 pm
Location: Mall
Survivors Affected: Esmai
Name: Unknown
Encounter Type: Companion
Danger Level: N/A
NPC EVENT- Mysterious Survivor The mysterious survivor watched her struggle in silence, wondering if she could actually pull together for once. It was cruel to put someone on the spot so quickly, but if he didn't then she would only become more of a liability. He couldn't have that; not now, not ever. Hell, he couldn't even remember why he was helping this girl. His patience was wearing thin, and his huff of annoyance just audibly announced it. He had to deal with her being frightened beyond belief, looking like she was about to vomit, the uncontrollable shaking, the spacing out, and now the inability to speak. Suddenly she nodded. It surprised him in a way, but it was good. That meant that her instinct to survive was still there, buried under God knows how many layers of pampering and sheltered lessons and morals. Then she reached for her weapon and retrieved it. He smiled behind the mask. It was good that she was catching on quickly, but it looked as if she had never even seen someone hold a gun before, let alone touched one.
Then she said something practically inaudible to him. His smile faded, realizing that she may not even be able to talk properly. Then she said something unrecognizable a little louder, but still hard to hear over the attempts of the infected to get in. It sounded almost like another language to him. He frowned; he hated foreign languages. Then she started asking rapid-fire questions without giving him a chance to answer. That made his grin return, although only he would know it was there. She seemed unsure of herself, especially in relation to the weapon. It was understandable, but now he was about to really throw her out of her comfort zone. Then he hopped up and produced two small cylindrical items from his pocket. He put them in her ears, helping bar them from the noises around her and the ones that were about to erupt from the barrel of her gun. Hopefully.
"First, stop shaking." he shouted by her so that she could her over the noise-dampening affects of the earplugs. He rested his hands on her arms, as if to help give them stability and stop shaking them. As much as he hated going against his word, he couldn't help it. She was a girl, after all. "Place one hand over the handle with your index finger hovering over the trigger inside the metal loop. Place your other hand under it for stability. Cup the palm of the hand you put under it and rest the handle in the middle of your palm." He waited for her to do so, and would correct her if she made any errors. Another loud crack came from the door. They were almost out of time. You shouldn't need to load it, although you should always count the bullets in your clip before you bring your weapon. Your pistol is a standard-issue M9 with a kickback compensator and a fifteen-round clip. That means that the recoil should not hurt as much when you fire, but be prepared for a bit of a punch from the gun. Just don't freak out and drop it, or you're as good as dead." He paused to look at the glass. It definitely wasn't looking good.
"You can hold up to fifteen bullets in a clip, so you can have up to fifteen shots from your gun before having to reload. When you need to reload, press the small circle on the side of the gun to release the empty magazine and then slide a new one into where the empty one came out. Once you've don that, pull back the loading mechanism on the top of the gun to prime it. Your gun is semi-automatic, so you can fire as many times as you want without pulling that back until you need a new clip." He knew it was a hell of a lot of information to try and absorb so quickly, especially under pressure. Perhaps she could absorb the information better when it was life or death. He had no way of knowing. "To shoot, take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Remain clam and look down the sights on top of the barrel of the gun with both eyes to aim it. When you're ready to shoot, pull down on the trigger. It'll be loud, even with the earplugs. Don't forget that it's kick back against your hand a bit."
The zombies broke through as he was explaining how to shoot, limping forward while they groaned and growled. The survivor stepped back and waited for her to go through her trial.
[[OOC: Oh, this is getting very interesting now. > :D Also, you can have her kill them both, only one, or none. It doesn't matter to me. ^^]]
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 8:33 pm
i'lltrycodingL I A M x - x M A E L W I N E
iholdnopromicestothecodethough⇥ the brawns lacking brains
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MOOD: Serious XX LOCATION: Running towards Library from Park XX HEALTH: Incredibly hungry, otherwise fine XX COMPANY: Hatchet, child, Stalker
Well, he wasn't galloping away at full speed, at least. That looked good. Liam didn't really care that his first found friend was a kid. He just wasn't alone anymore. On top of that, it inspired hope. There were people out here. There must have been more than just them, so they were going to find others. It didn't occur at any time that their primary mission, to find a lost father, was going to be in vain. Liam simply assumed that the father was still alive and was only separated from his son by an accident. Not that a terrible action had been forced upon him and left him unable to care for his son. Liam was too optimistic. He visually showed his sympathy for the child when he teared up and did his best to comfort his sobs without touching him. He formed a more gentle voice, not overbearing with the past excitement. "A Liam? It's a..." He was dumbfounded. What was a Liam? "I don't know, but I'm one." You're going to die.
When it was appropriate in time, he grinned as kindly as he could. "I'm sure they saved you your meal and they'll keep it until we find them. Where do you think we should search first?" Liam, not quite registering the situation, asked. He was expecting an answer from either Zach or Buddy. It didn't matter which because he spoke again before either of them. "Wait, no. We need to find a group. It's not safe here." And as if to stress that, he looked around. Their commotion was attracting attention. Without asking, he grabbed the small boy up like he weighed nothing. Tucked under Liam's arm as if he was a sack of flour. He faced behind them, which would probably be less traumatizing. In the other hand, he readjusted the grip on the hatchet. He may not be very fast, but he was faster than zombies, at least. And any that stumbled in front of him got the blade stuck cleanly into their faces. His direction? He didn't know. He hoped the Stalker, Buddy, was able to keep up. They were moving, unbeknownst to Liam, towards the Library.
ooc: And there's nobody that will miss them (Besides perhaps their writers)
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 3:56 am
E S M A I x "E M" xL E S U R E
spacespace☠ the awfully lucky foreigner
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MOOD: XX LOCATION: Mall XX HEALTH: No large wounds, exhausted XX COMPANY: Mystery Survivor
Pull herself together for once she did. It really was difficult for her to just hold the gun and figure it out. How was she going to be like actually using it? She couldn't hurt anyone if she wanted to. She loved living creatures unconditionally. She couldn't hurt a living thing. A living thing. That's what she told herself in the back of that head of hers when they were going through the answers. Esmai was rather receptive to the information being laid out for her and picked as much as she could up as their time wore down. She appreciated the help keeping her arms steady on top of that. To keep her teeth from chattering, she bit the inside of her lip. Deep breaths. Stay calm. Periodically she'd nod to let him know she heard and understood what he said over the objects in her ears. It would have probably been harder for her to focus without them. They helped block the sound of zombies pounding away.
She disliked this. No. No, she hated this. She was holding a gun that had only been shot once before, leaving her with fourteen bullets in total. She did her best to listen to the rest of how to actually shoot her gun, but fresh panic surged through her as the glass broke. Her entire body froze for only a second before she sturdied her arms. No way out now. So what did she have to do? Like he said, she checked her hold on the gun in a glance and adjusted her weight so that maybe she could take as much of the kickback as she could. It was supposedly compressed, but she wasn't so sure she trusted that. Zombies limped forward. She gulped, throat dry. She lined her eye up to looked down were she had told. Her first mistake was that she didn't close the other eye. Simple to fix. She fired at the closer zombie and dead center. If she was aiming for the wall behind him. The bullet was over it's shoulder and high. But she tried again. As expected, the force did knock her, but not terribly so. She could fix herself, adjust her hands to the right positions, and shoot again. This time, she did hit. She clipped it's jaw. They were much closer now and she was ready to panic but not yet. She was faster on positioning herself the third time and the shot did hit it's mark. She got the closer undead down. She yelped when she actually succeeded but didn't waste time turning to the next one. Which was closer than she expected. Naturally, she tried to cringe back. Danger, danger flashed in her head. She aimed again. It took two shots to get the zombie where she needed to end it. She was mortified by then, face frozen and twisted in something between disgust, sympathy, and fear. Which was correct, she didn't know.
If someone told her two months prior that she was going to have been pigeonholed into a hell of a city with zombies, mutations, and radiations, she wouldn't have believed them. If they told her she was have picked up a gun and shot them with a trusted stranger teaching her, she probably would have outright laughed. Nobody's laughing now, are they? She certainly wasn't.
ooc: And a round of applause for the traumatized young lady!
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 10:08 pm
Location: Mall
Survivors Affected: Esmai
Name: Unknown
Encounter Type: Companion
Danger Level: N/A
NPC EVENT- Mysterious Survivor The mysterious survivor was glad that she was at least nodding. So she was at least hearing him. She may not be able to process all the information, but she probably was picking up on some of it. He watched her fire and adjust her aim and frowned. Perhaps he shouldn't have taught her such an outdated concentration and aiming technique. He was thinking impulsively, and had to give her a chance to prove herself resilient and capable. He watched intently as she watched one of their jaws come off, accompanied by and growl and a stumble from the impact of the bullet. Then one dropped with the next shot. Good, she was doing well so far. His hand slowly slid onto the handle of his rifle as the last zombie was getting closer, but then she fired two shots that sent it crashing to the ground. He relaxed and moved his hand from his rifle as he walked up and patted her back.
"Good work, kid." he said approvingly, pulling the line from something in his past. Or was it his past? How did he know those words, that voice? He blinked behind the mask as a series of images assaulted his vision. Soon enough they vanished and he was left in the present once more. That whole thing was starting to get annoying. Were they memories, or just daydreams? They seemed so familiar, yet so foreign. He had no time to think about it now. There were still zombies trying to tear down the deadbolted door that led into the gun shop where they were currently standing. He patted her shoulder again to get her attention and said, "We'll have to have more practice later, but that was good for now." he said bluntly, "When you shoot from now on, don't bother closing one eye to aim unless you look through the scope of a rifle. It'll help with your depth perception and aiming. Having you look through one eye was to teach you to focus, almost like a dead-eye. I probably should have just told you how to normally shoot in the first place, but that was how I learned." The mysterious man shrugged at her, as if he was unsure if he had made a mistake or not.
At that moment, one of the zombies got back up to its feet, not killed by the only bullet that grounded it. It was missing its bottom jaw, but none of its central nervous system had been damaged. It lunged forward with a growl, and the survivor pushed Esmai to the side, taking the blow from the infected. He was lucky that it was only a glancing blow, but it still angered him. No infected had laid a hand on him for months, but now that a survivor got their hands on him, he seemed to be getting hit. IT had to be a mental thing, he had to snap out of it. He swiftly kicked its legs out from underneath it and then ripped the machete out of its place on his side, arcing it to cut the zombie's head off. It twitched and then stopped moving, leaving him to stand up and look at Esmai. He wiped the blood off the blade and then returned it to its rightful place before saying, "You should try to get another gun with longer range and more rounds in the clip. I would try a sub-machine gun or an assault rifle of some kind. Just be careful of the recoil." After he finished talking, he went back to being silent and rummaged around for all sorts of ammo in the place.
[[OOC: Bravo, bravo! *claps*]]
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 10:26 pm
Location: Outside the Park
Survivors Affected: Liam
Name: Zachary
Encounter Type: Choice
Danger Level: Moderately Low
NPC EVENT- Zachary and "Buddy" the Stalker Zach laughed at Liam's answer, not exactly sure what he meant by it. "You're funny!" he said through giggles, "If you don't know what a Liam is, then how do you know you're a Liam?" It didn't dawn on the child how rude the question was, and he still didn't know that Liam was a name. The innocence of the child and the man-child was certainly astonishing; it was unfortunate that no one else was around to witness the events or help them. He smiled as Liam smiled and told him that his parents were waiting for him with food. He wasn't really sure where to search first, and normally big boys made all the decisions for them, or grown-ups. When he said they needed a group and that it wasn't safe, he looked at Buddy with concern. "Maybe Buddy can protect us, he's strong..." he said shyly, and then let out a small surprised yelp as he was lifted with ease.
He wriggled uncomfortably in the arm of Liam until he realized that his position wasn't going to change. As they started to move, the boy saw Buddy following them without a word, plodding on as if they had never stopped. "You're strong too, aren't you?" he asked, and then added, "Can you let me ride on your shoulders instead? Daddy always let me before..." He tried to look up at Liam, but couldn't crane his neck up far enough or turn it to the side enough to see his new caretaker's face. The area was bizarrely devoid of zombies (except the Stalker), so Liam would find no use for his hatchet as they walked along. However, a rather large zombie took notice of the Stalker roaming the streets behind two other forms. It assumed they were humans and set off to follow the Stalker's path slowly, not very well able to keep up with their quick pace.
As Liam carried Zach through the streets, the boy decided to ask another question: "Where are we going if it's not safe here? Oh, and where is a group we can find?" The child's questions were very simple and a bit silly, but he was serious all the same. The naïve little child didn't very much understand the gravity of their situation.
[[OOC: Oh these poor children...]]
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 3:31 am
E S M A I x "E M" xL E S U R E
spacespace☠ the awfully lucky foreigner
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MOOD: XX LOCATION: Mall XX HEALTH: No large wounds, exhausted XX COMPANY: Mystery Survivor
A pat on the back would have been reassuring in any situation, Em was sure, but it felt foreign at the minute. She didn't feel great about shooting anything, dead or not. She could see that she had the capability to, but she wasn't going to like it. He told her she did a good job but her gut sure didn't. She accepted it anyways and bowed her head after a moment of uncertainty. She pulled the plugs from her ears so he wouldn't have to yell. She wasn't such a dolt that she didn't recognize them as shooting gear meant for reducing the sound of the shot. Was he wearing his? She couldn't really tell and she felt like it'd be rude to stare at him to find out, so she let it go. If they were using guns again she would need them. She tucked them in the side pouch of her bag in easy reach. With the sounds of the area clear again, she was startled by the zombies beating on the bolted door. She shivered and removed her eyes from them. To stare at them again would probably send her to a shaking, frozen husk. Esmai's work wasn't over yet and she was doing so well so far. She had to keep herself buckled down under the pressure.
She arched an eyebrow at the shrug given after he sort of corrected himself. He knew what he was doing... right? She didn't trust his judgements any less and just took it as it was with yet another nod. Practice would be a good thing. She couldn't just rely on her supple supply of luck to carry her forever. She needed actual skill to shoot or she was going to eventually get someone hurt. What also would be a good skill to develop is accuracy. It would be a crying shame if she shot a zombie, only to find that it never actually died like she thought. Oh. Oh, so that's what he meant by staying on your guard. Luckily, despite how she let hers lower in the store, he was still quick on his reflexes. The mysterious survivor pushed Esmai away and she caught herself from tripping and falling entirely. She wobbled back into balance at the new distance she found herself at. How many times was she going to be pushed in one day? Em suppressed whatever small, pitiful sound was going to come out of her throat when the large blade from before came out and slashed directly into the zombie.
If she had shot it correctly, that wouldn't have happened. Instantly, she blamed herself. Her eyes were apologetic and startled as she looked between him and the headless zombie. The 'sorry' written across her face could have been for either of them, though. More than likely, it was an apology to both him and the zombie. Hell, hat wasn't she sorry for? Along with the apology was concern as to if he was alright or not.
Whatever those things were that he suggested to her, she wasn't going to recognize them herself. Not unless there was some label somewhere to guide her to the correct equipment. But with her luck, she'd probably end up finding them quickly. Almost making a beeline for them kind of quickly. But my, was this store intimidating. So many products. The survivor had an air to him that gave Esmai the idea that he had done his share of talking for a while and was going back to silence. Understandable. She was pretty grating, wasn't she? She kept herself as quiet as she could as she went on a hunt for the ever elusive 'sub-machine gun' and 'assault rifle'. Maybe her luck will rub off and do something good without recoils unforetold.
ooc: Big guy will be done... whenever I get home? .
inventory: All items from profile present, 9 bullets
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 2:38 pm
Alexander Ashewell  Alexander tensed up slightly as Dylan got close. It was more instinctual than anything, it had been a fair stretch since anything that got this close to him hadn't been trying to separate his head from his neck or mangle his flesh. He had hardly noticed Dylan's bat tapping on the ground, there was still a slight buzz in his ears. he continued reaching as Dylan led him into he gymnasium, more or less at this point making sure nothing else fell out of his pack. He offered Dylan the package as they walked, thinking about the food and water that was stored in the bleachers. If Dylan had been storing ting there, it led to suggest he'd been camped up there, in the gym. he shook his head. Why the gym? Surely there'd been an unlock classroom he could have holed up in, used some desks to block the door and just drawn the blinds? He stopped thinking about it. Surely he had his reasons, and the more he thought about it, the more he'd turn himself around trying to understand it. When they reached the gym, he looked at the cart, grinning slightly. "This is perfect. A little bit smaller than I'd hoped, but then again, probably easier to manage..... You said you'd stored some food, we should prioritize that. Without a cart to move it, it's unlikely the lumber's going anywhere, and unless something much more impressive than the hordes that have been drifting shows up, the Library should be adequately defended." Looking up at the bleachers, Alexander started heading up to the top, his knees creaking as he climbed up the stairs. He trudged along, gripping the occasional hand rail for support. Now he got it, food was safe from the elderly and crippled up here, a dangerous threat in any survival situation.
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 8:09 am
Dylan Reynolds
☢I'm Not Hiding, I'm Living:☢ In the School.
☠Group:☠ Alex
☠Get Pumped:☠ Searching for supplies and planning.
☠I Hate Thinking:☠ This guy is pretty smart...
☠OOC:☠ ((...))Dylan looked back at Alex and grinned, taking a coupe of pieces of beef jerky out of the package. He honestly felt a bit bad doing so, but the guy was offering and it was his favorite snack. "Thanks." he said quickly, immediately biting into one of the pieces and savoring the taste of dried beef. It had been far too long, and he was probably milking the moment a bit. Oh well, it didn't matter- it was good to enjoy the little things when the whole world as you know it went to hell in a hand basket. "Cool." was his given response to Alex's approval of the cart, and then he nodded to affirm Alex's next statement. They had to get the food. "You're a smart guy, Alex. I think I'd like to leave the planning to you." He grinned for a moment at the statement, but it soon faded to a bit of a frustrated look. It seemed like everyone he met in this apocalyptic hell-hole was way smarter than him. Hell, he couldn't plan on which direction to head in on an escape route. He scratched his head in an aggravated manner, trying to dispel the negative thoughts and feelings of self-reprimand. It wouldn't help either of them, and he should be grateful to have someone smart on his side.
"Yeah, alright." he said, eager not to disappoint. He was built to be a charismatic leader, but he always liked having someone else plan things for him. He wouldn't admit it to most people, but he never felt like much of a leader because he couldn't plan and wasn't very bright. It aggravated him, but it was what he was born with. He took off past Alex, sprinting up the bleachers. Even though it was dead silent and uneventful at the moment, he didn't want to give any infected the chance to gather up and start causing trouble. He reached the top and started packing up his backpack with water and food packages, leaving the boxes of food and cartons of water for hand-carrying because they would be easier to haul that way. He looked to see that Alex was have trouble ascending the bleachers and paused to curiously observe the man. "You alright, man?" he asked, hefting up some water bottle containers and food boxes. He began climbing down the stairs carefully with all of the new weight. There weren't a whole lot of supplies, and they could probably finish moving it all in about three trips. "If you're injured or something, you can take a breather. I don't mind moving all my crap onto the cart." He felt a bit nervous about Alex's physical condition. If the guy couldn't climb stairs well, that could spell trouble in some situations. He carried his first load of supplies down and placed them on the cart. As soon as that was done, he ran back up the bleachers to get the next load of supplies.
[[OOC: I can't wait to see this roleplay back up on all fronts. Also, I laughed so hard at the last sentence you posted; it made my day. xD]]
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 6:47 pm
Location: Mall
Survivors Affected: Esmai
Name: Unknown
Encounter Type: Companion
Danger Level: N/A
NPC EVENT- Mysterious Survivor The mysterious survivor watched Esmai with concern; she definitely seemed very disappointed until she seemed to return to reality and remember the zombies pounding away at the door. Oh well, at least she had been mentally sound enough while she was under pressure. Perhaps she could be taught much more about survival. He was starting to think that she was actually quite brilliant, but that she had no first-hand experience. He hadn't noticed her bizarre look of confusion since he was preoccupied within his own mind. After he had killed the zombie and told her to find some guns, he looked at her face and felt a pang of regret. She looked so guilty, as if the zombie's attack was her fault. He stepped over and he voice had softened a lot more, giving it a completely different tone than she had heard before. As she searched for a gun, he spoke.
"Don't worry, it wasn't your fault." he said, placing a hand on his mask, "I should have told you how to kill a zombie... I should have killed them myself. You're just a kid..." What in the world was wrong with him? He was a soldier, a loner, a trained killer and survivalist. Who the hell just spoke out of his mouth? That wasn't him; that wasn't who he was. He was always alone and never communicated with anyone. What was happening? The soldier immediately straightened out and became completely silent. There was nothing he wanted more than to forget what had just happened. He did not make connections; he couldn't afford to. Anything of that nature would surely slow him down and get him killed. So why were there feelings coming up? Why were people relying on him and recognizing him? I don't have a name... I don't have any relatives... I've been alone forever... how could anyone know me? Why do people trust me? I kill to survive. Anything, anyone.
He walked over to a rack of weapons and began to scan them, trying desperately to escape the overwhelming enigma that was sweeping over his mind and causing him distress. He found several boxes of rounds and extra clips for his M16, placing them in his pack. Then he found several ACP .45 caliber rounds for a UMP sub-machine gun. It was perfect; he had been waiting to find one of them, and this made him certain that there was one in the store. Looking up the rack, he found the weapon and a sling and took them off the wall. Then he slung it over his back and underneath his Ghilie suit, making sure that he would have it for later on. Then he had to focus on the zombies that were still pounding on the metal door that led into the room that they were currently inhabiting. He stood up on top of the table in front of him so that he could reach the top of the rack and rip off the large mountable M249 SAW light machine gun. He hopped down with the enormous weapon and set it down on the counter facing the door. Then he got a mount with several clamps that could keep it in place through all the recoil and fastened it to the counter. Once that was finished, he hefted up the SAW and secured it to the mount and checked its stability. Once he was sure that it was secure and stable, he walked over to the locked cabinet and broke open the lock. Inside, as he expected, was a large box with over one-thousand connected bullets... anti-personnel rounds. Perfect. He lifted the box and brought them over next to the Saw and then fed the first line of bullets into the chamber and cocked back the loading bolt. Now he was going to wait for the first breach. As soon as the zombies got through, he would open fire. He observed that the box held five-thousand AP rounds, and it looked completely full, but it was opened. He decided to estimate that he would have four-thousand rounds, and at two-hundred rounds per minute, he could fire a constant stream of bullets for at least twenty minutes. Good. He also had he M16 with a full clip, his high-caliber rifle with a full clip, a fully-loaded M9, and the new UMP he took off the wall. He should be fine... but what about her? No, don't think like that- that's what gets people killed. However, she was still just a young woman who didn't know much about survival. Why was his mind so distorted?
[[OOC: It's all good, take your time; I know I've been pretty busy lately, so I'm sorry for the delays. :c I've only really been able to get on for short periods of time.]]
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 9:19 pm
E S M A I x "E M" xL E S U R E
spacespace☠ the awfully lucky foreigner
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MOOD: XX LOCATION: Mall XX HEALTH: No large wounds, exhausted XX COMPANY: Mystery Survivor
Of all things to happen so far, even with the zombies doing their best to barge through the door, the mystery survivor's next tone of voice was incredibly comforting. Esmai was easy to put down, but just as easy to get back up again. Her hand retracted from whatever gun it was she was about to poke or grab at, immediately thinking what he was going to say was something on the lines of "don't touch that". See, she was right to follow him. He wasn't a bad guy. She then wore a more encouraged smile that retained a degree of warmth. Just a little kindliness could get her back on her feet. She turned her head towards him more and shrugged a small bit, despite how he seemed to turn silent as soon as he spoke. "There's really no way around learning, one way or another, right?" She went back to looking in silence, waiting a little longer before speaking up again. "And I'm not that young, mind you." Her tone in the last bit was more... Relaxed. Joking. She was still young in many people's books at her age and she must have looked even younger than that, she knew. Her grin slid away as she went to her search again.
She continued to prod along, glancing over occasionally to check what he was doing and the zombies at the door. There had been a momentary aurora hung in the space that didn't seem usual after he spoke. It was difficult to place but it slipped away quickly. Esmai could only brush it off and say nothing about it. She did eventually find what it was he was told to seek and stood by it a moment. Should she... just take it? The idea seemed so novel to her. Just taking from a store. She almost felt bad. What if someone else needed it? There were more elsewhere, she was absolutely sure, but this one was right there. She hesitantly lifted it up anyways. It was definitely heavier than the small hand gun. She didn't have the time to be very unsure of herself at the moment, now did she? It didn't look like it fit her. Not the size, but her as a person; it was out of place in her care. She brought it over to one of the counters near the other survivor as to not forget it. He was busy setting up another, very intimidating, machinery. She watched at a fair distance, to keep from getting under his feet or in the way. But she wanted to watch it set up. 'Wanted' was debatable. More correctly, she felt she was obligated to watch and learn. She didn't understand a thing he was doing.
It took an idiot to not know that he was waiting for zombies to break through, so she was at a better distance from the gun and the door when that happened. With the ear protection. For a little bit, she watched them take hits and fall. She couldn't tell how many there were or how long it would take, so she just stood. She really didn't think she'd be able to go searching around while this was happening, so she kept the distance. She felt conflicted. She wasn't the one shooting, but she was still watching the undead be killed once again. Those were normal people. The had lives, they had names. Each complicated and more different than the last. When they were alive, she wanted to help them all she could. It was a sophisticated situation she found herself in internally. She had at least a few moments to reflect while the onslaught on the outside group happened. Maybe it would be for their better? It wasn't a life to be a mindless creature, body wrecked by the previous radiation and virus. Was it cruel to not want to kill them? Did it make her terrible? Her desire to do no harm and to help others clashed.
After a short while, Esmai would have changed her gaze to somewhere less gruesome. She would do a little pecking around, searching for small things hat she recognized. It was unlucky anything good would turn up, but she was lucky, wasn't she?
ooc: It'd be so fun if this roleplay was as lively as it was before!~
inventory: All items from profile present, 9 bullets
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