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 Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 9:39 pm
Location: Mall
Survivors Affected: Esmai
Name: Unknown
Encounter Type: Companion
Danger Level: N/A
NPC EVENT- Mysterious Survivor The mysterious survivor tried to ignore the girl's talking and lifted mood. Good, she was feeling better. Wonderful. Now he could stop being distracted and focus on surviving. Hell, why did he even save her in the first place? The zombie would have just waltzed on by him since he looked like shrubbery and he could have been on his merry way without any extra luggage. That's not a nice way to treat another human, let alone a fellow survivor or a woman. He shook his head again, as if he was physically trying to battle the seemingly ever-present "other mind" that was taking the side of a stranger. He had to focus on work; perhaps the zombies would break down the door at any minute. He knew that they were capable of it, the hinges had been bent and worn from an earlier raid. He had been planning this for a while now, but he hadn't envisioned that there would be another survivor with him. He had been here before with his mentor, scavenging for ammunition before everything went to hell.
What mentor? He never knew anyone else. What were all of these thoughts and daydreams about? None of this made sense to the survivor, and just as things almost got unbearable the door broke down. He looked up and began to fire. It was brilliant timing: any later and he might have actually spiraled into one of those insane visions of someone else's life and they would have probably both died right then and there. Instead he was watching zombies run in, fall over, and pile up in the store's main area. It was actually creating a sort of barricade for the door after a while, and he never took his eyes off the door. Soon the blood from the carnage would seep underneath the counter and around the side, giving a growing film of putrid gore to the ground. After several minutes of shooting, there was a small layer of blood and gore to walk around on that splashed with each step and began to run out the door. The stench of the rotted corpses began to mingle with the scent of heated metal and smoke from the gun's constant hail of bullets. It would have been hard to hear anything over the deafening noise of gunfire and the yells of the undead. Even so, there was a constant clattering of the shells hitting the ground as they were violently ejected from the side chamber onto the tile floor. Once all of the fighting was done, the survivor left the smoking gun on its mount and readied his M16, he turned to Esmai and saw that she was prodding around for other things.
During her search, Esmai would come across several pistols that looked like hers, and also several magazines full of ammo that were nearby them. There were also boxes of pistol rounds on the counters beside the guns that could be used in her sidearm. If she recognized any of them, she could take them. There were also a number of ammunition boxes and clips for the machine gun that she chose underneath its position on the wall. The clips and ammunition were both behind a glass case that was locked, but could be broken open. If she stared at it for long enough, or tried to open it without success, the survivor would come over and break it open with his boot. Once she was finished looking and looked up at survivor, he would motion for her to follow him and leave to store through the shipment entrance. He wanted to get out of the Mall as quickly as he could, but he was going to search for food first. The best place to look would be at the concession stand a while down. It was accessible via the shipment corridor, and would probably be a safer route to travel.
[[OOC: It would be the greatest! ^^ I hope that it gets back up to speed once the winter recess kicks in!]]
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Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 6:37 pm
Alexander Ashewell  Alexander waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. "Yeah, I'm good. My knees are just stiff, mild Osteoarthritis or something.... Obviously I haven't been able to pick up a prescription for a while." Reaching the top of the stairs, Alexander stacked a few of the smaller crates together, testing the weight. He was glad Dylan was fine with leaving the planning aspects of things to him, because quite frankly, he wasn't the best at much else. Sure, he knew a deal about survival, and he was a decent shot with a gun, but those were things that could be taught or learned. Given time, Dylan would be just as good, if not better than him. But his knees would never get better.... Unless there happened to be a surgeon with the type of skills and supplies to do corrective surgery they could find. "Besides.... What kind of ally would I be if I just left... Hurf.... All the hard stuff to you? Nawhhhhh... I'm fine." Making his way down the stairs, Alexander was extra careful not to take them too quickly. The last thing either of them need has him breaking his neck falling down some stairs.
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 12:12 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
Esmai wasn't finding it the easiest to scavenge and poke about the store's recesses while a brew of distractions corresponded so near to her. When her thoughts let her go, leaving a looming promise of returning during a late hour, there was more than just a heap of zombies. Many had fell and spilt their fetid. Maybe it was the scents, the sights, and the sounds that had made he hurry in her decision to go find a better focus. In response to the new fetid scents filling the room, her face was going to stay stuck in some twisted expression of absolute disgust. To keep from once again turning a sickly green from her weak stomach, going on a search would be a great option. She just wasn't sure what she was looking for. If something were to jump out at her, preferably not literally, she may give it attention.
She was very unfamiliar with everything about guns, names, their ammunition, and the such. But she was a smart girl (finally, something good going for her). If she was able to put the dots together, she could see that the ammunition by certain guns went to them. Congratulations, Esmai! You've completed the achievement: Common Sense. She slipped her first gun out from where she had kept it after practice. She did a a few takes on it before confirming that it was, indeed, a gun. A gun that matched a few that looked nearly if not entirely identical. If there were small differences, she saw none. Near these were ammo she could use. Or at least she thought. Sadly, they were behind glass. She tried to pry at the lock a bit, to no avail. She was no lock-picker. Even if she was, she hadn't the tools. She glanced at one of the zombies that had been in the store. Did they have keys? Esmai would have gone to check, had a boot not come in and saved her the trip. Well. That did things, too. Able to access the pistol magazines, she took as many that was there. They weren't coming back soon, were they? She doubted it. The other gun must have had it's ammunition near it as well, would it not? Esmai scanned for where she had plucked the weapon from and then looked around it's proximity. She didn't have to look hard. There was another sheet of glass keeping her from the clips. She would probably end up hurting herself breaking the glass on her own, so she waited for the survivor to give it the boot. And, again, she took just about everything.
With what she felt was fair enough, she looked back up to the mysterious survivor. He signaled her follow again and she did. They weren't leaving the way they came, she hoped. Just a glanced at the door made her want to gag. Thankfully, that's not where they were going. She could breathe a sigh of relief when they moved away from the heap of fallen zombies. She wasn't sure where they were going, but she knew he did. That was good enough for her.
ooc: I'm sure it will~
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 10:35 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 grabbed some more supplies from the top and nodded, not really understanding what Osteoarthritis meant. He was willing to pretend to understand and just took it as something that made his knees stiff and he might need medicine. "Alright, cool. Maybe we can go looking for some of that prescription stuff afterwards." he offered, hefting up some more supplies and trudging down the bleachers once more. After he placed the new haul down on the cart he replied, "I like the attitude you have, it's real cool of you." Then he said with a laugh, "I never thought I'd be able to say that to a teacher." He turned around and added, "There's only a little bit more, so I'll get it." He ran back up the bleachers and gathered the small amount left, easily bringing it back to the cart. "Alright, there we go!" he stated with a sharp exhale as he placed the last of his hoarded supply onto the cart. "Should we get some of the lumber to haul along with us or something?" He wasn't really sure of what to do next, so he turned to Alex. He was ready to lead people, but he would much rather if Alex told him where to lead.
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 1:05 pm
Location: Mall
Survivors Affected: Esmai
Name: Unknown
Encounter Type: Companion
Danger Level: N/A
NPC EVENT- Mysterious Survivor The mysterious survivor opened the metal door to the shipment corridor cautiously, scanning the area for zombies. He found no zombies and so he slid out, checking the way behind them. Nothing. He checked the ceiling for Shriekers, just in case. He didn't feel like deal with any of those shrill bastards for a while. Thankfully there were none, so he returned his gaze ahead and trudged onward down the hall. They passed many metal doors in small outlets in the wall as they made their way down the very long corridor. After he passed a few doors, he stopped and looked at one with a worn handle and blood smears on its face. There was no doubt in his mind that this was the one he was looking for. He reached for the handle but then stopped as a memory shot to the front of his brain, blinding him from reality. He stood there frozen as it played out in front of him:
As they rushed down the hallway, he heard Al calling back to him, Hurry up, ya damned flatfoot! We need to get inside there now!" Varyn ran as fast as he could to catch up, hearing the zombies behind him that were practically on his heels. This was not going well... why was there one of those damned Zombie Hoarders here? As soon as they reached the door , he whipped around and began to fire into the crowd that was trying to beat them to a pulp. He was missing some of them out of fear: this was his first trip to the Mall, and it had been one of the most hellish experiences of his life. Al had been shooting down everything with his pistol that Varyn had missed as he also tried to open the door in front of him. Soon enough, he partially broke the lock and swung the door open, only to be charged and knocked to the ground by a humongous zombie. Al was quick to shout out as he was hit: "Brawler!" Varyn was so terrified that he spun around and tried to shoot at the hulking mass. He missed all the vital areas as he shot until he ran out of ammunition in his clip. He ejected it but was pushed to the ground as Al knocked him out of the way of the Brawler's charge. "Get it together kid! We don't have time for this s**t! I don't have time for this s**t!" Varyn was yanked up to his feet and followed Al through the door, glancing back to see that the Brawler charged through the hoard of zombies and was on its way back. It was carelessly killing zombies as it ran forward with he sole purpose of beating the two survivors to a pulp. The door closed behind him and Al began to shove things up against it...
The mysterious survivor came to and grasped the handle, completely frustrated by the weird daydreams he had been having. What the hell was going on? He opened the door and stepped to the side, remembering the vision that he had seen only a moment earlier. When nothing happened he grunted in agitation and entered the room, sweeping it to make sure it was safe. Aside from some flickering lights, there was no motion in the shop. There was an abundance of food, but most of it was knocked to the ground. Some of it was ruined by trampling by some unknown being or beings. He ushered Esmai in and pointed over to the food as he closed the door. Soon enough, he joined her and began searching for food that was not expired or would be good for a while.
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 4:43 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
So far, the shipment route was quiet. Nothing crawled, nothing bit, nothing trudged along. Besides them, of course. Esmai raised her eyes to the ceiling as he looked up. What, so there were zombies, probably mutated, that hid up there, too? That's great. She wasn't sure what they would look like, but at least now she knew she should be checking ceilings for monsters. If she remembered that while wandering on her own, it could potentially make her safer. If there even were zombies that hid on the ceiling. For all she new, the mystery survivor could have just been pulling her leg. That wasn't as likely. She kept her footsteps light and quiet, in case there was something she may startle. There was not, luckily. They made it to a specific door, passing a few others. She didn't catch what made this door so much more significant than the others or the blood that set it apart. When he was going to open it, she was glancing behind them.
It was how they stopped that got her attention. He was stuck in his place for a bit, hand hovering near the door handle. Now looking over him and it, she found the blood. The blood wasn't very new, was it? Was he concerned that someone or thing was on the other side? He wasn't opening the door for a few moments. Esmai patiently waited, yet she didn't exactly settle on the previous conclusion. There was something else that kept him. Esmai didn't ask what it was, keeping the question and the unease to herself. She doubted he'd tell her anything, anyways.
When he was back to being himself, whatever that was, he walked in with a grunt. The room was safe by his standards. She was brought in and directed towards some food. It took but a moment to register the amounts here, and although she assumed not all would be consumable or in good condition, she recognized her resurfacing hunger. Funny how being chased by zombies would drive it away, huh? There was just so much food. Most was across the floor, some crushed there. She began to examine what was there with gentle hands. If something was good, she wouldn't have wanted to damage it. She was careful with possibly spoiled food, moving them aside so they wouldn't be mistaken. If they left things here, she didn't want someone stumbling in and eating something that could make one ill. Not in a time like this. Esmai wouldn't know what to do with food that passed her inspection. If she found things, she would start stacking them. She could imagine that if something was good enough to keep, the survivor would know what to do.
ooc: emotion_bigheart
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 3:01 pm
Alexander Ashewell Alexander was glad that Dylan offered to grab the rest of the supplies as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He began stacking his stuff on the cart, shifting some of the items slightly in an attempt to maximize it's carrying capacity. Fortunately, the way Dylan had arranged it was pretty much perfect already. As Dylan came back with the rest of the supplies, Alexander was on to thinking about what he'd said about never having a teacher with a 'cool' attitude. He'd pegged Dylan as the athletic jock, so this revelation didn't exactly surprise him. What did surprise him was that Dylan thought it appropriate to bestow such as thing on him of all people. It was certainly nothing he'd ever gotten from his students. Perhaps the kids in Dylan's town were nicer, and the teachers ineffective role models. Perhaps he was thinking about this too hard, he'd never know. As Dylan came back with he rest of the supplies and loaded them, he ran a few things through his head. It looked like they'd have enough room on the cart for a worthwhile amount of lumber, and it would be good to move all of it someday anyways. He nodded, and moved to one side of the cart. "Probably. It looks like we've got enough room. Wouldn't be a bad idea to see how heavy the cart can get before incapable of movement as well." He figured the cart would never hold the weight of the portable generator in the school, but perhaps it would hold the fuel, and fuel was good to have later, once they'd need it. He pushed against the cart, to little avail. "Hrrrrmmmmm...... Ah, I see. Wheels seem to be a bit sticky. If we both push, we can get this thing moving."
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 8:06 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: Focused XX LOCATION: Running towards Library from Park XX HEALTH: Incredibly hungry, otherwise fine XX COMPANY: Hatchet, child, Stalker
Well, it was seeming to be safe enough. Liam may be stupid, oh so very stupid, but he wasn't sure he trusted that. It was almost as if something was wrong. But what could it be? He didn't encounter a zombie. Was that it? Was it... Buddy? Yes, it was Buddy! He must deflect zombies! Oh yes, that had to be it! Liam found another reason for fondness in the odd creature, yet he didn't turn around to show it. He just kept forward at his steady pace. It took a few moments for the small child's suggestion to register, and when it did, he paused. If the Zach boy was to sit on his shoulders, both of his arms would be free. What a clever child! Liam too a moment to lift him up further and above his head. He then carefully set the small boy down on his broad shoulders. Honestly, he could fit three children up there. It would be smartest not to give him three children to carry. Nonetheless, he bumbled forward with the child now sitting on his shoulders. Good thing they weren't encountering zombies, too. It wouldn't look good from Zach's view at all to watch a hatchet get driven into a skull.
It hadn't exactly gotten through Liam's skull, either, how grave their situation. How bleak it could look. That was too far in the future for him to see. He was too caught in the moment. And at the moment, he was being asked a few questions. A few good questions, too. He had to think about it a minute. "Somewhere inside. Supposed to be inside." Then another moment. "We'll have to find them. Or they find us." He shrugged his massive shoulders, careful not to knock off the kid. "If we're out here, they must be." Liam, that must be most half-intelligent thing you've stated all day. Don't strain yourself, buddy. And he didn't. If there were no more questions, he'd go quiet. He was trying to listen for sounds that may put him off or things that sounded like they just didn't belong.
ooc: I kinda wanted to wait a little bit if these guys were heading in the school's/library's direction. Give the other two a chance to do things
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 5:39 pm
  ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ x ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ℭａｉｎ ℑｃｈｉｍａｒｕ ↔ Ｎｉｔｏｒｉ Ｇｒａｙｓｅｎ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ x ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ As Loretta picked Nitori up and sat her on her lap to hug her, the little girl felt Wilhelm patting her head and smiled at the pet name he called her in his own language, not understanding what it meant and finding it silly, but still understanding that it was a term of endearment. Nitori smiled reassuringly at both of her friends as they checked her over to make sure she was alright. In response to Loretta's appology, Nitori frowned and shook her head. "No, it's not your fault. I was too scared and I ran away when I should have stayed with you. I'm sorry." The little girl said, hugging Loretta close again. Wilhelm joined in on the hug as well, German words spilling from his mouth and sounding like gibberish to everyone else. His words held much emotion though, and the small child had some understanding of what he could be saying. She wrapped one of her little arms around his neck to pull him in closer to her. Meanwhile, while all this was going on, Cain stood there silently, feeling both happiness at the sight of the heartwarming reunion and very awkward and uncomfortably out of place on the sidelines just watching. He fingered the white in his hair nervously and looked away. As he did so, he noticed one person in the group of new people that stood apart from the rest, a woman in a blindfold with a mysterious, dangerous look to her that was holding a bow with an arrow knocked and ready to use. Even though the weapon was pointed at the ground it was still obvious that this woman was prepared to shoot anyone of them in the blink of an eye if she deemed it necessary. Cain couldn't blame her since the world had gone to hell and you couldn't trust anyone anymore, but that didn't mean he didn't like it any less. He kept a close and distrustful eye on this woman, only looking away for a moment when the other man stood up and spoke. So this was the same Wilhelm that Nitori had been searching for and had left the book behind for them to find. Cain nodded to him as he thanked both Cain and Xenia for looking after Nitori. When Wilhelm suggested that everyone should follow him inside the hospital, Cain was quick to agree. "Good idea. Nitori, If you trust these people, then so do I, so let's follow your friend inside." He said, turning to the little girl. Nitori smiled and nodded, grabbing Loretta's hand and dragging her over to Cain so she could grab his hand with her other. Cain winced a bit nervously and gave an awkward look to Loretta before letting the child drag them both along, following closely behind Wilhelm. It didn't take long before the survivors were up the stairs and in a large room that held some supplies, most of them medical. When Wilhelm set out some food and water for his "guests" Nitori excitedly ran over, letting go of her friend's hands as she did so, and grabbed up one of the bottles of water. She opened it up and started chugging, downing more than half of it in less than a few seconds. Apparently the child had gotten very thirsty after the scary ordeal with the Brawler downstairs. While Nitori was busy with her drink, Cain entered the room and looked around, impressed whith how much the other man had been able to scavenge. This guy knew what he was doing, it was no wonder Nitori had been so safe with him before. Cain only felt bad that he hadn't been able to protect her so well himself, nearly losing her within a few hours of picking her up to a mutated zombie. Cain walked over to Nitori and Wilhelm, sitting down on the floor next to them and taking a water bottle and a granola bar from the pile of food. "Thank you. Speaking of medications, would you happen to have Tegretol or Carbatrol somewhere in your stash here? It could also be listed under Carbamazepine. I'm kind of running low and need those meds to treat my seizures...." He asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable mentioning his medical issues to a stranger but knowing that it was too important not to bring up. {{OOC: Sorry again for how long it took for me to reply. I'm back now though and can't wait to get back into the RP. I hope everyone else is still interested in posting too. I don't want to have ruined it for everyone else. I hope I didn't.}}
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 6:59 am
Location: Mall
Survivors Affected: Esmai
Name: Unknown
Encounter Type: Companion
Danger Level: N/A
NPC EVENT- Mysterious Survivor During his search the mysterious survivor came across a whole pile of food that was still good to eat and practically none that wasn't. He had expected that, but he also had expected some sort of trouble to land in his way. It seemed like every time he was near another person bad things happened. He had always been alone, and he should continue to be alone. If someone were to get too close, it would only cause him more trouble than it was worth. His eyes scanned over the pile he had, knowing full well that he couldn't possibly take everything with him. He had already packed up a large amount of ammunition and now had new guns to weigh him down. He had no use for candies or junk food, so he removed them methodically from the pile and pushed them to the side. That made his pile significantly smaller. It had always frustrated him that his society seemed to value the pleasure of sweet foods that ultimately harmed them and made them less efficient beings over real food. He didn't much care for them anyway. Discarding the thought, the survivor picked up a number of the cans and boxes and stuffed them into his pack underneath his Ghilie suit. When he put in as much as he could, he huffed a bit at the pile that remained on the counter. It seemed like too much to leave behind, especially for a Mall trip. It was rare to be able to get in here with such little difficulty.
He reached out and grabbed one of the non-condensed soup cans that was left on the counter and read the label. Italian Wedding Soup. One of his eyebrows arched up behind his mask as the thought of an Italian wedding popped up in his head before he ignored it. It was no longer important or amusing. He was too hungry to care. Without delay, he pulled out a small switchblade that seemed to never have touched any undead and looked brand new and plunged it into the top of the can, cutting it open. After that was done, he shoved it in a nearby microwave and hit the button to start it. He wasn't surprised that it worked, seeing as how it did the last time he was here. The Mall seemed to be on a part of the grid that was unaffected completely by any electromagnetic disturbances. It was helpful, but it also attracted zombies like moths to a flame. He just wished they would burn like the moths, too. It would make the Mall much safer.
Before the machine could beep out its annoying tone, the survivor popped it open and began to eat out of the can as if it was some sort of drink, taking small gulps of the soup. He looked over at Esmai and noticed that she was gently handling food and stacking it up in piles. It was almost amusing to watch her organize the food as if it were any other commodity... or as if she were working in a food store. He had only lifted his mask up far enough for the bit of his face beneath his nose to be seen. He only needed it that far up so that he could eat and he didn't want to reveal anything about himself to people in the first place. Once he was finished, he placed the can down to the side and pulled the mask back over his face. After a bit more of watching her stack as if she was only busying herself, he finally said something: "Eat something and pack the rest. Then we go." His hand was back to resting on a gun and he was scanning the area outside for a moment to see how much activity was out there. They had been very fortunate to find so little resistance in the Mall, even if it was only because of his planned diversion.
[[OOC: Okay... I don't know how many I'll get to make today, but hopefully more than this one.]]
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 7:13 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:☠ I'm glad that this guy knows what he's doing.
☠OOC:☠ ((...))Dylan grinned when Alex nodded in approval of his statement. It almost felt validating to have a teacher agree with something he said rather than telling him to "stick with sports". The cart could be overloaded and not be able to move? His eyebrow arched in confusion at the statement, not really understanding why something with wheels wouldn't be able to move with things on it. He just thought if the load was too heavy that it would break. He wasn't sure what he could exactly say to that and he wasn't sure if he should ask the question at the risk of sounding stupid, so he stayed silent instead. His brows furrowed as he tried to understand what Alex meant by his last statement until he heard the teacher trying to move the cart to little avail. He looked over as Alex told him that they would both need to push to move the cart and that the wheels were sticky. So much for an easy moving trip.
Dylan nodded and grinned again, easily forgetting how confused he had just been just a moment ago. "You got it, teach." he replied, pushing the cart forward with him. As it broke free from its sticky scenario, they were able to make it move toward the hallway. Once it was moving, the only real trouble it gave was the weight of its load (which wasn't too bad) and going around turns and corners. The wheels tended to be stubborn when it came to turning, so they had to move around the side of the cart and push it from another direction to get it moving again. With a little effort, they made it to the wood shop room. Dylan immediately moved forward, eager to help again. "Which ones do ya want on the cart?" he asked, looking around at all the different sizes of wooden planks.
[[OOC: Sorry again about the delay, my vacation is almost over, and then it'll just be work and Holidays with the family.]]
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 7:43 am
Location: Outside the Park
Survivors Affected: Liam
Name: Zachary
Encounter Type: Choice
Danger Level: Moderately Low
NPC EVENT- Zachary and "Buddy" the Stalker Zach smiled and let out a small noise as Liam lifted him up and put him on his broad shoulders. He held on tightly, but not enough to make Liam uncomfortable. He just didn't want to fall off the big guy... that would be ouchy. Zach didn't want to get a boo-boo and have to have the Liam find him a band-aid. He scratched his head for a second and almost fell off, quickly grasping onto Liam again for support. Zach watched curiously as Liam seemed to be thinking hard about his questions. He figured that a big boy would have a plan, but I guess he was probably lost, too. Maybe they both didn't know where they were. Oh well, at least he had the big boy helping him. Zach giggled at his simple answers, figuring that the Liam was making it into a guessing game. Maybe he would just have to look for people, or a building that was big and strong like the big boy. That would keep all the scary monsters out for sure!
Zach felt the Liam's shoulders move under him and laughed a bit. It was almost like those rides in the Mall of outside the grocery store that you could go on. "Okay!" Zach said, completely content with the answers he was given. He began to look around at the buildings to play the game that he thought was made for him. As the bumbled around, "Buddy" continued to follow them and huff. It was more aware of its state than the other zombies, and it was lonely. It just wanted to be with people. Unfortunately for this one, it knew just what that brought. It had been around people long enough to know that its presence brought about the death of those nearby it. It could not walk away though... it was just far too lonely. In the meantime, the rather large zombie kept moving forward, finding it hard to keep up. It was far too determined though- it would not stop until it had the humans. [[OOC: Good idea! I may or may not be able to post any more after this, we're supposed to go see museums and monuments today. Technically we were supposed to have been up at 7:00 and have left by 8:00, but they didn't get up and I didn't want to bother them, so I just went ahead and worked on these while they slept. c: They just got up, so we're about 3.5 hours behind schedule. xD]]
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Posted: Sat Dec 21, 2013 9:52 pm
E S M A I x "E M" xL E S U R E
spacespace☠ the awfully lucky foreigner
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LOCATION: Mall XX HEALTH: Better, exhausted XX COMPANY: Mystery Survivor
Maybe it was luck holding out for the survivors, but Esmai took notice of her findings becoming more fruitful than she had thought they would have been. She wasn't sure which foods were going to be acceptable by another's standards, but if it wasn't spoiled or damaged beyond saving, she deemed it fine. With a glance over at her new friend, as she wanted to consider him, she noticed that he was removing sweets. That was a logically move, she could imagine. She did the same, making yet another organized pile. She thought that there'd be no harm in keeping things neat. As she saw it, they weren't taking all this. There was no way she was carrying that much and the other survivor already had a pile. So if she was leaving things, it would be kind to leave them organized for someone else who may happen to come across them. Esmai was sure they'd appreciate it. The thought itself put a little grin on her face.
She flinched when the man stabbed into a can, the sound unexpected. He had spooked her enough that the can in her hand slipped. She caught it again before it got very far away and placed it where it was originally going to be. She took a few seconds to watch him open the can and cook it. Her immediate thought was if it was safe to microwave cans, but then she realized that the microwave was actually working. Power? If there had been any other signs of electricity, Esmai had been looking over them. The idea of the Mall having power wasn't absurd, she just assumed it was out. There was a glimmer of fire in her chest and she took a hurried look around the room's walls from her place. She stopped sooner than she started. Like a child, she thought that if there was power, perhaps a phone would be near. Even if there was, she knew it wouldn't work. With or without power. Besides, whomever she wanted to contact was certainly without power at this point. She internally cussed herself out for being so dull and returned to keeping her hands moving. She forced her focus forward on the task until it occurred to her that whatever was in the can he cooked, he intended to it. She couldn't help but feel curious as to how he was going to do that. He wore a mask, after all. She carefully turned halfway to him, a green doe eye on him. She was under the impression that he needed the mask for survival. Was she wrong? To refrain from being rude, she averted her eyes and put her back to him. Back to organizing.
As always, he wasn't wasting time. Esmai nodded and took off her bag. Considering that she didn't have much beforehand, there was space to pack. Among the cans she found acceptable, she chose to have some sort of mixed fruit. Mainly, she chose that because it was one of the few with a tab opening on the top. Plus, she could use the immediate sugars. She hobbled a bit with the bag's new weight. She adjusted to it and moved to make sure she'd be fine and ready to go. Esmai was ready, where to next?
ooc: I'm coming down with something, ugh. Solution: Drink it off (Sorry that this post is bleh)
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Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2013 6:50 am
Alexander Ashewell As they reached the wood shop, after a bit of tricky maneuvering of the cart, Alexander began thinking of an answer to Dylan's question. Which ones were the best to take? Of course, eventually he hoped to take all of it back. But to be honest, the amount of repetitive labor that would take would start to grind on anyone after a few trips. So priorities.... priorities. "Well, we should try to move some of the larger, and heavier pieces, like these." He moved over to a stack of lumber, and checked it over, additionally gauging how heavy it was. "These should work. Looks like little expense was spared on this wood, it's not the cheapy splintery kind like those piles over there." Alexander looked back the cart, for a second, and moved over to it, taking a few of the food boxes off of it. "Don't want to put the wood on top of the food, might crush the boxes."
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 1:41 pm
Dylan Reynolds
☢I'm Not Hiding, I'm Living:☢ In the School.
☠Group:☠ Alex
☠Get Pumped:☠ Searching for supplies and planning.
☠I Hate Thinking:☠ I'm glad that this guy knows what he's doing.
☠OOC:☠ ((...))Dylan watched as Alex walked around and examined the wood. He was trying to understand the mental processes going on behind the teacher's brain, but he couldn't make much of it so he simply decided to wait until he was needed. As soon as Alex had made a decision, Dylan sprang forward into action and grabbed some of the larger lumber. "Great idea." Dylan was about to place some of it on the cart when the teacher removed some of the food boxes and made more room for the lumber. He chuckled, embarrassed that he hadn't thought of something so simple as preserving the food. "Good thinking; my bad." he said quickly as Alex moved some of the food out of the way. After that was finished, he placed the lumber down and had begun to stack more of it on. Once he had put a bunch on, he looked at the cart and then to Alex. "Do you think we'll still be able to move it with all this extra weight?" he asked Alex.
He was itching to leave as soon as possible, the memory of what had happened recently in the school and in the past to his teammates resurfacing. He got behind the cart and was ready to push it outside, the new anxiety causing him to do a few double-takes behind them. If they were to get ambushed with this thing out in the open, he wasn't sure how well they would be able to survive. In fact, the zombies may start milling around the cart in anticipation of humans trying to grab it. He shuddered at the thought and then tried to relax by slowing his breathing. Once Alex was ready, they would begin to push the cart outside and then he would follow Alex's lead to the library. It would be a rather uneventful trip for the two of them, but it would probably be a relief at this point after everything they had dealt with in the past. Dylans scratched his head and then tapped his ears. They were sore, but he could hear a little better out of them again. That was a good sign: no permanent damage and it would be harder or something to sneak up on them.
[[OOC: Sorry, thing got wicked crazy... I'm trying real hard to make this work though. I can't really get on often at all.]]
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