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 Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 9:04 pm
-=- In.Tro.Duc.Tion. -=- Three years after the initial 'Outbreak,' as it was labeled, a war still raged between the living and the living dead. The infection area had significantly increased, now encompassing the entire North American continent as well as a few northern South American countries, most of Europe, all of Africa, most of western Asia and Australia. While the remaining 'clean' areas continue to work vigilantly on a possible 'cure,' hope is failing them quickly, and the idea of extermination is beginning to pop up more often.
Some countries have even gone as far as to begin 'extermination' of the Infected.
Despite the 'clean' countries' increased defenses and fortifications, the Infection is still spreading, any individual found Infected within a 'clean' area being quickly disposed of to preserve the area's safety. Perhaps because of this attitude and perhaps for other reasons, there is still a small percent of the living population stranded in Infected, and even Forsaken regions, and their lives are haggard an extremely difficult.
As of yet, there have been twelve failed attempts at an antidote for the Infection, some of which have come somewhat close, but ultimately failed, and others mutating the Infected into something much worse. As always, scientists claim that the 'cure' in production will be 'the one' to fix it all. However, there are the skeptics, as always. There are also the firm believers, and in some of the 'safe' countries, there seems to be civil unrest that could very well erupt into full-out civil war between the two groups.-=- The. .In.Fec.Ted. -=- To begin, there were only few variations in the Infected ranks; however, adaptation as well as mutation from the 'cure's of the remaining living has created a much larger amount of creatures...
Common Infected: As the name suggests, they are the most common kind of Infected survivors come in contact with. There is nothing particularly special about these Infected aside from the occasional missing, or additional limb.
“Smoker”: Identified by a noticeable hacking cough, this Infected is rather slow compared to others, but it had a notoriously long tongue which it uses to grab survivors and pull them away from others. When shot, they explode in a plume of noxious smoke.
“Charger”: A large brute of an Infected, it has one gargantuan arm and one tiny, withered arm. With the former, he roughly rams into survivors and slams them against the nearest object before grabbing them and smashing them into the ground.
“Spitter”: This mutation is rather weak, and quickly dispatched. However, she does not stay very close to the survivors, instead choosing to stay at a distance and hurl wads of her spit at them. Her spit, which is acidic, also pools around her once she is slain.
“Jockey”: A strange fellow, the Jockey is identified by an insane cackling and attacks by hopping onto the back of a survivor and dragging him away from his allies to a larger group of Infected to tear them apart.
“Hunter”: Usually dressed in a hoodie or something of the sort, the Hunter crawls around on all fours, waiting for a chance to pounce on a survivor and tear them to shreds.
“Boomers”: Boomers, both male and female, are extremely obese Infected, whose main offensive is vomit, which they aim to cover survivors with. Boomer vomit attracts the common Infected like nothing else.
“Reaper”: A mutated common Infected with elongated and sharpened teeth, as well as a mutation to their hands, turning them into long, wicked tools for cutting, not necessarily blades, but sharp enough to cleave through a survivor. Hardened epidermis, making them a little harder to kill.
“Witch”: Rare Infected. Taking the visage of a young, crying girl, the Witch is a deceptive mutated Infected, with razor-like claws it uses to swiftly end anyone unfortunate enough to aggravate her. She will not outright attack survivors unless angered.
“Tank”: Rare Infected. Hulking, massive and powerful, the Tank is a Charger with two functioning arms on about two tons of steroids. Able to soak up bullets like a sponge does water, the survivor's best bet of surviving a Tank is to run.
“Striker”: Rare Infected. Not much is know about the Striker, as no scientist is willing to get close to one of the eight-foot monsters to study it. Obvious features are spinal bones protruding from its back, a second mouth on its stomach and an extremely muscled physic.
“Uroboros”: Extremely rare Infected. Black, sludgy, and tentacle-like, the tentacles alone are harmless, but when gathered together, they act as one being and can be deadly. Can regenerate. Seems slightly weak to fire.-=- Re.Gions. -=- Those not listed here are assumed to be Infected Regions, though not all have been checked for sure. 'Clean' Regions are regions where the Infected population is either controlled or non-existent; here, survivors gather for protection. 'Forsaken' Regions are regions that are completely void of live, undead or otherwise. Practically deserts now, these stretches of land are a death sentence for any survivors hoping to find refuge.
Clean Regions
Southern Brazil
Bolivia
Bangladesh
Paraguay
Chile
Argentina
Northern Sweden
Northern Finland
Norway
Japan
Philippines
Indonesia
Northern Australia
New Zealand
Forsaken Regions
Greenland
Iceland
All of Central America
All of Southern Africa
Russia-=- Or.I.Gins. .of. .the. .Out.Break. -=- Things that are known, or have recently been discovered about the origins and history of the Outbreak will be put here.
March 14th, 2016 – The first experiments are conducted in Southern California for the 'Eden' project, done so in an attempt to try and reanimate dead tissue to what it once was using an experimental virus.
March 17th, 2016 – The experiments succeed. To an extent. More testing is done.
March 19th 2016 – The experiments are declared a failure, the reanimated corpses not capable of rational thought and expressing extreme hostility. Some scientists are bitten, though they're sure the virus cannot be transferred this way.
March 20th 2016 – Experiments break free from the laboratory they're kept in, swarming the nearby towns and causing widespread panic. One of bitten scientists boards a plane and takes a trip to Europe, where the virus finally claims him.
March 27th 2016 – The Outbreak is announced to be a worldwide epidemic, quickly beginning to spread.
April 14th 2016 – Governments begin to close down all access to the outside world to avoid infection
August 21st 2016 – A committee forms to begin taking control of the remaining 'clean' regions and attempting to keep them that way. The list of 'clean' and 'infected' regions is created, and crackdown on infected individuals is made more strict.
September 7th 2016 – First 'cure' is manufactured.
September 10th 2016 – The cure is declared a failure. Another is quickly in production.
December 9th 2016 – Second 'cure' is manufactured.
December 14th 2016 – 'Cure' declared a failure as well. First mutation seen in the Infected. Hunter 'created'.
December 19th 2016 – New mutations are studied before another cure is underway.
January 10th 2017 – Cure manufactured.
January 13th 2017 – Cure failed. New mutation, the Jockey is created from Hunters, while in common Infected the Smoker is mutated.
January 18th 2017 – Studies on the new mutations begin, as well as production of another cure.
February 2nd 2017 – Cure manufactured, and declared a failure. No change in the Infected. New cure in production.
February 9th 2017 – Fifth 'cure' manufactured. Appears to be effective, the effects of the virus seeming to reverse, especially in females.
February 13th 2017 – Cure declared a failure again, another in production. Witch had been created. Studies begin.
February 15th 2017 – One quarter of the world's population declared to be Infected.
February 20th 2017 – Cure manufactured.
February 23rd 2017 – Another failure. Spitter mutated and studies begin.
March 11th 2017 – Multiple new 'cures' in production.
April 22nd 2017 – Cures manufactured and distributed.
May 1st 2017 – All cures failed. Multiple new mutations, one of which having destroyed the research labs in North America. Boomers, Charger, and Tank mutated.
August 7th 2017 – Half of the world's population declared Infected.
November 19th 2017 – Research labs set up in Bangladesh. Production on a new cure begun.
December 25th 2017 – A new section is created for the list of regions. 'Forsaken'. Iceland and Greenland are declared Forsaken.
January 6th 2018 – New cure produced.
January 10th 2018 – Cure declared a failure. Reapers created.
February 1st 2018 – After studies, another cure is put into production.
February 4th 2018 – Southern Africa as a whole, declared Forsaken.
March 20th 2018 – Cure produced and deployed.
March 22nd 2018 – Another failure. Central America declared Forsaken.
April 10th 2018 – Discussions about 'extermination' begin. No decision reached.
May 5th 2018 – Three-fourths of the world's population declared Infected.
June 7th 2018 – Another, last-ditch effort at a cure begun.
June 14th 2018 – Failure. Tank mutated into Striker.
August 15th 2018 – Russia declared Forsaken.
October 17th 2018 – A scientist, Eric Volfer comes forth to the Committee, claiming he can help them.
October 18th 2018 – Charges against Volfer arise, the scientist willfully admitting to be the instigator of the experiments of the Eden Project in March of 2016. He is sentenced to death.
October 20th 2018 – Charges againt Volfer are dropped, as he says he can provide the Committee with the original virus.
October 25th 2018 – Volfer provides the virus and production of an anti-virus begins immediately.
October 26th 2018 – Volfer vanishes without a trace. A few supplies from the labs missing.
October 31st 2018 – Anti-virus completed. Deployment begun.
November 2nd 2018 – Failure! Intense mutation, many common Infected actually revering a bit, gaining slight intelligence and the ability to do basic tasks, like climb and use weapons and communication with each other. Strikers further mutate into tentacle-esque creatures that seem to regenerate. Uroboros mutated.
November 4th 2018 – Eric Volfer declared an 'Enemy to Mankind,' and sentenced to death, should he be found.
December 11th 2018 – Committee begins to fall apart, each region breaking into its own faction. Brazil, Sweden/Finland, Australia, and Norway begin 'Purification' processes.
January 24th 2019 – Research labs set up in Japan. Begins new anti-virus.
January 28th 2019 – Research labs set up in Argentina. Begins new anti-virus.
March 16th 2019 – Present.-=- Pro.Fi.Les. -=- [b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Sex:[/b]
[b]Species:[/b]
[b]Race/Ethnicity:[/b]
[b]Skills:[/b] [Skills that your character has from life before, or after, the Outbreak that can be helpful, either in a fight/survive scenario, or a rebuild society scenario.]
[b]Weapons/Proficiencies:[/b] [What weapons your character utilizes, or what they can do, if not fight.]
[b]Appearance:[/b] [Image or description. =3]
[b]Other?:[/b]
Flarefox's Characters
Name: Epathy Lunhalo
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Species: Fox
Race/Ethnicity: American
Skills: Extremely skilled in martial arts, powerful, exceptional with melee weapons.
Weapons/Proficiencies: Anything he can find.
Appearance: Epathy
Other?: Epathy was in the previous "Outbreak" as a member of a group who attempted to suppress the Infected. Seems to have cheated Death many times over.
Name: Ephilia Sunsong
Age: 15
Sex: Female
Species: Fox
Race/Ethnicity: American
Skills: Extremely keen senses. Aware of the "weak points" of the Infected.
Weapons/Proficiencies: Serves as an alarm and a helpful source of information.
Appearance: Ephilia
Other?: Ephilia is Epathy's niece. Her mother and father were both infected and were slain by Epathy himself. Epathy now takes very good care of Ephilia, practically a father figure to her.
Name: Bane Hannon
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Species: Lizard
Race/Ethnicity: Norwegian Origin (No accent.)
Skills: Trained jujutsu specialist. Mechanic.
Weapons/Proficiencies: Utilizes his robotic arm as a close combat weapon. A .45 Caliber pistol is programmed within it.
Appearance: Bane
Other?: Bane lost his right arm in a near-death mechanical accident. Ever since scientists saved his life, he has been dedicated to working with advanced artificial limbs and modifying them for defensive purposes.
Name: Etoile Malheureux
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Species: Skunk
Race/Ethnicity: French Origin (No accent.)
Skills: Skilled in marksmanship. Seems to enjoy using handguns more than any other weapon.
Weapons/Proficiencies: Trusty Desert Eagle(Modified). Any other weapons which have been left behind, she will use.
Appearance: Etoile
Other?: Etoile was taught everything she knew by her missing brother, Ethan...
Name: Cree Eitor
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Species: Cat/Wolf Hybrid
Race/Ethnicity: Japanese. (Very light accent.)
Skills: Prodigy in karate.Doesn't care for guns that much, but will use them if need be. Apparently incapable of invoking magic. Uses chi.
Weapons/Proficiencies: Chi, three pronged staff shaped like a cross. He wields it backwards. He calls it the Maiden Trinity.
Appearance: Cree
Other?: Cree is a very protected young boy, shielded by the government for testing of his "magic" genes. He lost his parents to the Infection, and is now being raised by his martial arts instructor. Though he is eighteen, he appears to be very young. The "magic" genes he possesses causes his body to age and develop three and a half times slower.
Rikku's Characters
Name: Kita Greenwind
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Species: Lion
Race/Ethnicity: American
Skills: Martial arts, kendo, marksman ship, the art of assassination
Weapons/Proficiencies: Bo staff strapped to her back, along with arm blades tied to her. She also has taken to keeping a gun with her.
Appearance: Kita
Other?: She has minor telepathy with her twin Lori. She follows Lori wherever with no hesitation, protecting Lori with everything she's got.
Name: Lori Greenwind
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Species: Lion
Race/Ethnicity: American
Skills: Magic, psychic skills, technology wiz
Weapons/Proficiencies: Keeps a hand gun with her and a home made laser attached by a string to her wrist.
Appearance: Lori
Other?: Minor telepathy with her twin Kita, also is working on a magical and scientific cure for the Infected, so far she hasn't made much progress, since most of the past three years she's spent conducting extensive research on failed cures and the mutations cause by them. She is also searching for the cause of the virus, or rather the maker of it, Eric Volfer.
Name: Charlie "Stripes" Jester
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Species: Skunk
Race/Ethnicity: English, lived in North America until the outbreak.
Skills: [Nothing in particular, although was once rather skilled at seduction]
Weapons/Proficiencies: [He'll use guns available to him, but prefers not to get involved in fighting. He has a strong magical gift but doesn't know how to use it, so it remains suppressed within him except when he needs it.]
Appearance: [Around 5 foot 6 inches he has long black and white hair, the white strands often in small braids. He is a black and white skunk, most of his fur black rather than white. He is rather feminine and thin, with full pouty lips and moderately rounded hips.]
Other?: [He lost his family aboard the S.S.Hope to the infected ranks, and became the only survivor. He is traumatized and mentally unstable]
Eden's Characters
Name: Jarren Nirdra
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Species: Clydesdale Stallion
Race/Ethnicity: American
Skills: Exceptional shooting skill, increased strength, exceptional building/tinkering skill.
Weapons/Proficiencies: A double-barrel shotgun and a .45 Magnum.
Appearance: Jarren
Other?:
Name: Brekaar Undulu
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Species: African Dog
Race/Ethnicity: African [Southern]
Skills: Exceptional shooting abilities, "marksman's eye," extremely good with herbs, skilled trapper, defense specialist.
Weapons/Proficiencies: Skilled in all handguns and most shotguns, he always carries around his custom Smith & Wesson Magnum Revolver and a customized Riot Gun. Traps and explosives, as well.
Appearance: Brekaar
Other?: He heads a small group of twenty-seven survivors. Now in Egypt, about to cross into the Middle East, they are headed for the safe haven of Sweden/Finland and Norway.
Name: Eric Volfer
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Species: Otter
Race/Ethnicity: American
Skills: Superior intellect, advanced problem-solving skills, manipulative.
Weapons/Proficiencies: Despite being a scientist and knowing how chemicals react with one another, he also carries a small 9mm handgun
Appearance: Eric
Other?: He is responsible for the Ourbreak, though it was an unintentional accident.-=- Stat.Us. -=- At the end of each post, there will be a status update for each character in that post. The different areas are as follows;
Character Name: Farly obvious. The name of the character who's status report it is.
Character Location: Might seem unnecessary, but it'll help. Be specific, please. =3
Character Status: The main point of the status update. It lists your character's current state of being/health.
Pack: Another key part of the status; tells what's in your character's pack/possession. Please be realistic with this. Depending on what you character's wearing, and whether or not they're carrying a pack will effect the amount of slots here. Originally, a character will have two or three slots in their pack. Depending on the side of the object, they can toss something in their pockets for an extra few slots. A pack will greatly increase the amount of available slots.
Example:
Character Name: Brekaar Undulu | Character Location: Undulu Estate; Madagascar, Africa | Character Status: Perfectly Healthy; Somewhat Tired
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S&W Revolver (x6 rounds) | Magnum Ammo (x30 rounds) | Water Bottle (x2) | Nutrition Bar (x4) | Riot Gun (x8 rounds) | Shotgun Ammo (x40 rounds) | Canned Food (x10) | Box of Matches (x50) | None | None
This character would have a pack with him. =3 Due to the weight of these items, he would also move a bit more slowly. Take stuff like this into account. =o[size=9][color=color][align=center]Character Name: | Character Location: | Character Status:
[b].:Pack:.[/b]
Object | Object[/align][/color][/size] -=- Cur.Rent. -=- Will be updated to keep the current things easy to look over.
Time of Day: Asia; Dawn / Americas; Afternoon / Europe; Nighttime
Day: Tuesday, the 16th
Month: March
Year: 2019
'Cure' Status: Japan; Three days until completion. Argentina; Five days until completion.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 12:46 am
 ..:: Trial and Error ::..
Sighing to himself, the young otter stands still, his eyes closed and letting his other senses take in the world around him. The gentle sound of the wind moving through his own fur, moving loose sheets of paper around on the blacktop streets. The feel of a few of those sheets passing over his bare footpaws, and the feel of his lab coat gently whipping around him. The soft groaning of a few Infected on either side of the street... Opening his eyes slowly, the scientist looks slowly from one end of the street to the other, sighing a bit as he reaches into his coat.
"And everything was so nice before you got here..." Shaking his head, the otter turns around and walks from the center of the street to the sidewalk, his ears twitching a bit as he hears the thwapping of bare feet hitting the ground in a quick, stagger-run pace. Calmly, he walks up to one of the buildings that like the street, casually opening the door and walking into the structure, continuing to walk through the restaurant as he pulls his paw from his coat, gripping something. It's not a weapon though, and it slides it a bit between his fingers as he walks behind the counter and moves to the back of the restaurant.
A crash of glass tells the otter that the Infected were still after him, now inside of the building as well, though he only continued to walk, only stopping at the freezer door. Turning his head to crack his neck a bit, the still-teenager lifts his paw to slide the keycard through the designated slot, the freezer door instantly opening, and the otter stepping inside before turning around to face the hallway he had just walked down, spotting the first of the Infected turning into it, charging at him. Still, as calm as could be, he reaches to the side of the freezer door and presses a button, the door suddenly closing again in front of the otter just in time for the undead fox at the head of the Infected crowd to smash head-first into it, blood covering the door, and quickly freezing. Though the fox's body continued to move.
Bringing a paw to his face, the boy rubs at his face, even as the 'freezer' begins to shake a bit, then a little more before finally giving up the game and beginning to slide downward, the room leaving the bloodied door and Infected behind as it descends. Slipping the keycard back into his coat pocket, the otter lowers his head and crosses his arms, sighing a bit as he waits, only left to think. Think about that fox... And then another fox. A certain fox who was, in all reality, the reason for those Infected outside. All over the world. Sure, this otter, Eric, had done the actual testing. But he had done it -for- the fox. He wanted, no, -needed- to find the right way to manipulate his virus so that it could reanimate a corpse to just the way it had been in life. And it did that... Physically, anyways. There were no emotions in the first test subjects though, but he supposed that's why he had used others before the fox himself. He needed to be one-hundred percent sure...
But, things rarely go as planned.
The reanimated bodies were hostile, biting at anyone who came near them; actually piercing the skin of a few of the scientists. Eric, along with the scientists, was completely assured that the virus couldn't pass through bodies this way, so work went along as usual. And then it happened. One of the bitten scientists succumbed to the virus, then going around the facility and biting anyone he could, quickly spreading the infection before 'breaking out' the other Infected. Eric, at the time, had already gone home for that night. So when he was informed the next morning of what had happened... He was more that just a little upset. All of his time spent working on this virus... Up in smoke. He couldn't possibly continue his research now. Obviously not... This version of the virus was already going to spread to quickly, and he knew it.
So he came here, to China. And to this restaurant, in Hong Kong. He bought the place, and then quickly went about construction. But not on the restaurant. -Under- it.
As the elevator came to a stop, a new door came into view for a few moments before opening for the otter, who quickly stepped out of it, shaking a little to get rid of the cold as he walked through the large hallway, passing multiple doors and glass rooms on his left and right before slowing down and turning to look through the glass into one of the rooms. It was the only room in this hallway that was occupied by anything, and this thing was laid out on a steel table with a thin white cloth over it. Silently, Eric's paw was placed against the glass as his eyes watched the unmoving figure. Quietly, he opens the door to the room and steps inside, moving over to the table as the door shuts behind him. His paw moves to gently stroke the side of the fox's face, still so well-preserved after so many years... All because of this room, which Eric couldn't stay in for too long...
"Just... a few more months... Just a few more months, Eden... I'll have it then. I promise... I'm so close... But I need more subjects... And I can't... seem to get ahold of any... The stunt with the Committee was helpful, but... not as conclusive as I'd have liked... I think I have it, Eden... But I need to test it first... On an uninfected dead body... Those are hard to find nowadays though... Ha... ... You're probably sick of hearing me make the same excuses every time, huh...? I'm sorry... ... Eden, I'm sorry..." Silently, he leans over to kiss the fox's head, a tear already staining the otter's cheek as he stands back up straight. "I love you, Eden... The next time I'm here, I'll have the virus... Then... Then we'll be together again, Brother... I promise..."
With this, he turns and leaves the room, clearing his throat and wiping his eyes as he continues down the hallway, pushing another door, this one steel, open and stepping inside of the much larger room there. This was an all-purpose room, which he, and his companion used for... whatever they needed to use it for at the time. "Bane!" the otter calls out to the lizard, looking around the room, which had a few more doorways leading to different parts of the lab, though his voice carried to all of them. "Bane, the Infected are upstairs again! ... ... Bane, are you there?"
Character Name: Eric Volfer | Character Location: Underground Lab; Hong Kong, China | Character Status: Perfectly Healthy
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Gloc (x12 rounds) | 9mm Ammo (x60 rounds) | Keycard | None
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 2:01 am
 ~Mech.~
The striped lizard sat with his free, un-clawed paw against his forehead, his entire other arm enveloped inside of a giant, complex piece of machinery which constantly seemed as if it were tinkering with his robotic arm. It was possibly a set of modifications. That or a good oiling. Anything really, but Bane treated it as if it were "same old, same old." In reality, it practically was. He had lost his arm and split his spine in a huge mechanic accident years ago, after all. And only a few months after that, he awakened one day to find he had become a cyborg. His body was empowered with the abilities of a machines, having been injected with millions and millions of sophisticated nanobots which dramatically increased his performance.
It was only a few years ago when Bane discovered he was merely a science project. His parents affirmed this experiment, even if it meant death to their son... and death was a 70 percent chance. Despite being destroyed, however, Bane lived on, and stronger than ever. He is no longer susceptible to any cold, and this included the massive Outbreak that seemed to threaten the entire planet at this point. Bane has been bitten many times by these disfigured zombies, and has not felt the slightest thing. But he was never immortal... Bane was and always will be susceptible to death.
That was a big topic on the lizard's mind at almost every waking moment of his life. The endless pain he felt, the suffering he had endured, the horror he had witnessed has been sewn into his mind like the metal on his body. He detested the Infected, how Death now had the right to steal one's soul, and leave their bodies to help steal more. Yet, despite the Infected being his hatred, he felt extreme sympathy for the one who technically started everything. Eric. Eric Volfer.
Only in recent years, Bane made it his focus to help restore Eric's brother to a grand life. But this restoration could not be done with artificial bionic limbs and robotic technology. The otter's brother was dead and has been dead for quite some time. It would take something beyond robotics... Would it? And that is where the number one question on Bane's mind began. Would robotics really not be the answer? Though, the lizard decided not to go there with Eric. He felt that Eric thought it was ridiculous, considering the hysteria that the otter has gone through over the years. Bane truly felt bad for this young scientist, disregarding the apocalypse he started. It was not Eric's true incentive... and no one decided to take matters into their own hands... at least, not until the Outbreak became uncontrollable.
It was their fault. Not Eric's.
...
The lizard hears the otter's call through the relatively empty hideout. Almost as if the huge machine reads his thoughts, it loosens on the lizard's robotic arm, allowing him to retract and move his arm about freely. He holds it out, palm facing him, and also sitting up straight with his other paw on his knee. Bane wriggles his robotic fingers about naturally, nodding to himself as he recognizes that everything is in gear. Well, good enough for now, that is. With his ears unsheathed of their sound-wave amplifiers (which is unsurprisingly a creation of his own work), Bane stands, calling back out to Eric. "I'm here. I'm in the mech lab." Bane's voice was calm and deep, almost like a narrator of a documentary, or something of that sort. He speaks quietly, or at least as quietly as needed considering this mech lab is literally right beside where Eric stands... well, where he can be seen.
Bane walks out of the smaller room, smirking at the otter as he approaches. "Have those poor sons of bitches come back for breakfast? ... The lizard sighs, now placing his natural paw on Eric's shoulder, now smiling more warmly. "Want I should take their order, Eric?" He speaks passionately, almost contradictory to the actual situation.
Character Name: Bane Hannon | Character Location: Underground Lab; Hong Kong, China | Character Status: Perfectly Healthy
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Robotic Arm .45 (x10 rounds) | Stored Ammo (x100 rounds) | None | None | None
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 5:54 pm
 ..:: This is the Last ******** Time I'm Writing This Reply ::..
As soon as he saw the lizard, Eric let a sigh of relief escape him. It was always like this, whenever the otter left Bane alone to do something without him, he always had a nagging panic in the back of his head that when he got back, the lizard wouldn't be there. Or that he would be, but... Well, the point was, Eric was paranoid to an extremely concerning extent. Of course, he couldn't exactly be blamed for that. Whenever he left something to someone else, bad things did happen. First his parents' murders, then Eden's accident, and recently the whole zombie apocalypse issue. He couldn't trust anyone else to do anything anymore... Except Bane... Perhaps.
He chuckles a bit and shakes at Bane's suggestion of going up and ridding the restaurant of the Infected. It was a rather pointless gesture. The Infected corpses would just pile up behind the building, and only more of the things would wind up inside of the place in another day or two. His left paw crosses over his chest to gently grip the lizard's organic claw, smiling up at him as he gives it a small squeeze. “No no, there's no need for that, Bane... They'll only be back... Besides, we have more important things to occupy ourselves with right now...” He lets his paws drop to his side again as he continues to watch Bane, a little more 'nervously' if the would could ever be associated with the otter. “Like... Packing.” He says the word a little quietly, raising his eyebrows a bit as he eyes his friend closely, a little unsure as to what his reaction would be.
Though, regardless of what his reaction was the traveling was going to happen. Even Eric didn't want it to happen, but it was going to.
Eric lowers his head a little, though it's out of nothing more than thought as he begins to think out loud. “I've got a few new strains of the virus, I just need to test them on some Uninfected bodies...” He moves his paws to place two fingers on Bane's lower chest as he continues to speak. “Japan's the closest,” he gently drags one of his fingers away from the other, which signified where they were, the other moving to where Japan would be, relative to where the pair was. “But I doubt we could find a functioning boat to get there, much less actually get inside the country... They check identities, and I'm not exactly welcome there...” He draws a small 'x' over 'Japan' on Bane's chest with his finger before returning to the other finger and dragging that finger much farther to the left of the lizard's chest. “We're gonna have to head west... To the Northern Powers...” His finger moves a little more left before drawing a small circle. “Sweden and Finland are too protective of their boarders though... I'm sure they'd check us... … Norway's our best shot, Bane...”
He looks up to the lizard, his paws shifting to gently pat his chest before moving up to Bane's shoulders and gripping them firmly as Eric looks into the other's eyes. “It's not going to be like it was last time Bane, I promise... That was just because of the Committee... And I couldn't risk them knowing you were... involved with me...” When Eric had approached the Committee months ago, Bane had been with him – as he always was; but, before actually going to see the Committee face-to-face, Eric had slipped out of the hotel the two were in, leaving the lizard a message that told him to head back to China, and that Eric would meet him there in a few days. As he had said, he couldn't risk the Committee knowing about Bane and condemning him as well. It was also much easier for one person to slip away than a pair...
“We stick together this time.” He gives the lizard's shoulders a small squeeze before releasing him, smiling at him a bit before turning and walking across the large room to another one of the doors, this one steel as well. Reaching out, the otter presses a few buttons on the keypad beside the door, and it opens with a hiss of pressure being released. Slowly, the door opens completely, spilling white mist out onto the floor around the entrance as Eric walks into the room, the cold making hims shiver a little as he moves to the center of the refrigerated room, an already open steel briefcase with it's plush red velvet interior exposed. Working his paws a bit, the scientist stops in front of the table before moving to slowly move a clear glass box toward him. Inside of this box there were at least twelve vials of liquid, each of which a different color, but all a bright neon.
“Our best bet would be to go through Russia, I think,” he calls back into the main room as he slowly lifts the box to place it in the indentation for it inside of the briefcase, the indents beside of it already filled, one holding a gun-looking object and the other dozen holding syringes. He sighs a little bit as he closes the briefcase, locking it shut before grabbing the handle and walking back to the doorway, stepping out and glancing back as the door shuts behind him. “Mm... I don't know though. Russia's completely dead, so if we run out of supplies, I doubt we'll find any there... And if we head through the Infected regions below Russia, we've got a chance of running into survivors...” He rubs his chin a bit before walking over to the nearest table and setting the briefcase down. “I'll leave that up to you... Along with what you want to pack. Just remember food and water. And First Aid...”
Smiling a bit again and chuckling to himself, the otter reaches beneath the table to pull out two traveling packs, tossing one over to Bane before glancing over the one he was going to use for himself. “A lot of water...” he says quietly to himself before lifting his head to smile at Bane again before turning once more and walking to one of the four remaining doors and pushing the wooden, swinging door open before stepping into the room beyond it. Dropping his pack at his feet, the otter turns to his right and reaches to the shelves of the storage room to quickly begin placing things inside of the bag so that he could get the most out of it, packing mostly water for himself, but also taking canned and other kinds of food, as well as quite a few boxes of ammunition, though they were more for Bane, as he tried to stay out of combat as best he could; however, he still kept a weapon on him at all times. In this world now, and especially as an 'Enemy to Mankind...'
Silently, he pulled his Gloc from his lab coat and checked the clip and barrel before nodding to himself and returning it to his coat, taking the ammunition he had stashed beside it and putting that in the bag as well. However, all of this only took up the outer most pouches and the few separate bags hanging off of the pack, the main pouch still mostly empty save for a few boxes of ammo. The otter glaces for a moment over at Bane, who would be packing at the second storage area across the room from him, before looking back into his own storage are. Smile a little bit wider, he moves to the back of the room, bringing the pack with him before setting it down and grabbing at this shelf now, carefully placing these objects into the main pouch. These objects were not food, nor ammo. They were shiny and metallic, and a few appeared to have a plethora of moving parts; others seemed like tools used to manipulate these pieces.
Smiling wide as he zips up the bag, he lifts it to test its weight, sighing a little at how heavy it is before slipping his arms into the straps and tightening them, then walking back to the main room with ammo, food, water, cybernetic parts, and tools in his pack. After waiting a few moments, he smiles again as Bane walks from the other storage room. “So... Which path're we going to take, my friend?”Character Name: Eric Volfer | Character Location: Underground Lab; Hong Kong, China | Character Status: Perfectly Healthy
.:Large Pack:.
Gloc (x12 rounds) | Keycard | 9mm Ammo (x120 rounds) | .45c Ammo (x500 rounds) | Food (x10 cans, x5 boxes) | Water (x6 bottles, x2 canteens) | Cybernetics (x13 parts, x5 tools) | First Aid (x2 kits) | Matches (x100 matches)
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 6:34 pm
  .:The Twin Lionesses:.
Two thin figures dashed over the roofs, keeping as out of sight from the disgusting, rotting creatures on the streets below them. They had been tailing the otter for some time now. Watching as more and more infected got on his trail and started following him. One of the two held her breath as the otter went into a building. She groaned as the boy didn't come back out. Rounded furry ears went down slightly. The other figure spoke, brushing some dirt off of her green cargo pants, her long tail twitching. "Don't worry about it Lori" she said calmly "He got away, they're still in there confused, and none of them are assaulting anything in particular" she assured her twin.
"You're right Kita... but... he's so important to finding a cure" the figure, now named Lori said. "If something happens to him, I don't know if I can find a way to reverse what has happened..." she paused "Well... if that is even possible... what might be best is to find a vaccine of some sort... and eliminate all the infected" her blue eyes closed sadly as furred paws gripped her dress tightly. She opened her eyes as she felt a comforting paw on her shoulder.
"You'll figure it out Lori, I know you will" said the other feline, smiling to her twin sister, who nodded. She returned her gaze to the building, what looked like an abandoned restaurant. "I wonder if that is where he is staying, or if..." she paused, looking around them, a precaution, the infected had figured out how to climb by now, and while they were mostly safe up on this roof, the lioness knew they could never be too careful.
Lori glanced at Kita as the other looked around them, feeling grateful that her sister had slipped so easily into this situation with the infected and such. She took a breath and knelt on the gritty surface of the roof. "I'm going to scan for him, keep an eye out and shake me if you need me back" Lori said softly, as she always did when she was looking for something or doing something magically. She took a deep breath, inhaling for seven counts, she held it for seven more, then released for another seven, then repeating the process. She easily slipped into her meditation, her senses washing out about her, before lightly slipping towards the restaurant. She could only find infected on the ground level, and it wasn't like there was much up, and she didn't think Eric had gone through a back door, Kita would have noticed.
Focusing, Lori sent her senses underground, soon finding her target Eric. She listened in as Eric explained where they were going. A look of determination crossing her furred face, and she astral projected herself into the underground base. She gasped and fell to the knees of her partial self, shivering at the cold. She forced herself to stand "Eric Volfer" she said then took a breath "I'm not here to harm you... I request your assistance" she felt a shiver go up her spine, knowing that by now her own body was reacting to the change in temperature under the earth, not nearly as warm as the sun outside. "I offer my own abilities to you in return, in whatever goal it is you seek.." she said, she felt her hold weaken, the body fading slightly "My sister and I are outside, on one of the roof tops" she explained "If it's alright, we'll meet you up top."
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 7:48 pm
 ..:: Russian Roulette in Africa ::..
The dog yawns a little before shaking his head, sighing audibly. “Oh come on! You guys are no fun whatsoever!” His paws on his hips, this dog, and African Dog by the name of Brekaar Undulu, looks around the small group of seven around him, all of them shaking their heads at his offer. “Come on! Just one round?” One of the seven, a female cheetah stands up, sighing loudly and glaring at the dog. “Brekaar, we're not going to 'play' Russian Roulette with you! No, not even one round. Jesus... Go do some... 'leader-y' things for the gods' sakes.” Raising his eyebrows a bit at the girl's refute, Brekaar chuckles a bit. “Fine. But if these 'gods' of yours gave so much as a s**t about us, we wouldn't be in this situation; remember that Aria.” Smirking a bit to himself, the lightly African-accented dog turned away to leave the feline with a gaping mouth at his outright blasphemy.
She shouldn't have been so surprised, though. Even if she hadn't known the dog before he found her and took her into his convoy of traveling furs headed for the Northern Powers, all of his actions as of yet were reckless and extremely risky; and not only to his own life most of the times. It was as if he wanted Death to take him. Or that he was at least taunting the poor b*****d into submission. And he may have done just that, with all that the dog and his convoy had gotten through. He had not yet lost a single fur in these crazy, risky escapades. He may have seemed insane, but there was some serious calculation going on behind his foolish facade; he would never put any of those under his charge in danger.
He briefly wondered why they hadn't figured this out yet as he walked silently between the campfires of the other groups of furs in his convoy, making sure everyone was settled in before looking out into the darkness, the soft flickering of a few lights out there making him smile to himself. Those lights weren't other survivors, no. Brekaar wouldn't risk that. Instead, he put his talents, as well as the equipment gathered by these furs, to good use, building a solid perimeter around the survivors' camp. It was portable as well, which was always extremely... necessary, actually. In this post-zombie-apocalyptic world it was, anyways. Nodding at seeing that everything was in order, the dog turns and walks to his section of the camp, which is actually his lead vehicle, a large white van with no windows.
Half way to the van, Brakaar grunts a bit and drops the game, beginning to limp a little the rest of the way before turning and falling on his rump at the edge of the van, the back doors having been open for him so he could sit. Sighing a little, he looked to his left leg, the top, inside of the pants had a nice red spot already quite prominent there. “Dammit...” He sighs a bit, shaking his head as he pulls out his revolver, the one he had offered to 'play' with moments ago, and flicking the cartridge open to reveal that the gun was entirely unloaded. As said before, he would -never- put any of these furs at risk... Except maybe himself, as made clear by the wound to his leg. Though it was healing nicely. “I just shouldn't run tomorrow,” he says as he loads the revolver now before holstering it and looking out over the camp again.
He gave another small sigh before forcing himself up before crawling into the van, walking over to a rather sophisticated-looking array of monitors and keyboards, all of which were in direct relation to one of the turrets or cameras surrounding the camp. It was in the chair in front of these monitors that Brekaar sat, eyes running over the screens before he winces a bit and looks down to his leg again. “Seems quiet tonight... Maybe they'll actually get some sleep... Hell, maybe I will...” A few moments pass before he chuckles and shakes his head. “Yeah right...” Character Name: Brekaar Undulu | Character Location: Makeshift Survivor's Outpost; Egypt | Character Status: Healing; No Chance of Infection
. razz ack:.
S&W Revolver (x6 rounds) | Magnum Ammo (x30 rounds)
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 10:20 pm
~Partners.~
The lizard looks down upon Eric as his claw is held. He nods his head. Eric is right. The Infected virtually have no end to them. Bane's detestation of the undead tends to cloud his judgment from time to time. Then again, it is easy for one's mind to be conflicted during times such as these; times which seem supernatural, but are, in fact, a reality. Bane, about to suggest a priority, is suddenly interrupted at the otter's mentioning of packing, which brings up another topic. Traveling.
Bane did not care for traveling. Despite him having grown comfortable in this lab, he was particularly fine with moving to occupy another area. It wasn't like there were any less Infected here than most other places nearby. Plus, there was a possibility that Bane could finally return home. Though, he knew that the Infected had already taken most of his friends' lives, as well as his entire family's. This thought only made Bane feel more hatred for the Infected creatures. A good indicator of the reason why he was now so interested in annihilating their ranks by the boatload. It was something he also believed he was capable of on his own. Genocide of the Infected.
Bane watches Eric's arm as his fingers scroll across the cyborg lizard's chest. He smiles faintly. Even a smile such as this was rare for Bane. He laughs, of course. Smiling, however, came as an uncommon expression to Bane, and he does have his reasons. Bane nods his head at the name of each country that Eric suggests, all except at the mention of Norway... It is almost as if the young scientist had read Bane's mind. "Ah, Norway..." The lizard closes his eyes as he speaks the name of his country "Just about as clean as a country may be at this point. And still, those undead scum reside there... Everywhere..." So Bane shakes his head at the thought of his own country.
Bane knew Eric's quarrel with the Committee, and felt that he himself was a part of this just as much as Eric was. Although, the otter was clearly concerned for Bane considering he would have it better if the lizard just remained a citizen capable of repelling the Infected.
As he hears Eric speak these words, his faint smile shifts to an even fainter expression, if at all possible. "I understand. You are dealing with the greatest of hardships..." He says, moving his natural arm out to ruffle Eric's hair. He smiles as he does this, this time wider and with more feeling. "Yes... Let's stay together... Partner." The lizard chuckles to himself, then watches the scientist approach the room with the different vials of liquid, contained in a box. Bane knows exactly what these liquids are for... But, disregarding that, he listens to Eric's new suggestion: heading through Russia..Russia's Trans-Siberian Railway is out of order, I believe... Shame. Useful road. Again, Bane shakes his head. His head raises and his eyes shift to the silver ceiling of the large room. "Survivors, hmm..." Bane says no more, raising his mechanical claw to his chin and remaining lost in thought until he spots Eric grabbing a pack.
Bane swipes the pack from midair as it is thrown to him and works his way to the other storage room opposite the one Eric is utilizing. The lizard takes only the requirements, which is basically food and water for him. He didn't need a weapon only because he pretty much was a weapon; a weapon who needed first aid as well, however. Despite having plenty of stored ammunition inside of his robotic appendage, he decides that 110 bullets clearly don't equal 110 neutralized Infected. It equals more. Even still, he grabs a few more packs of .45c ammunition. Stuffing all of these supplies as neatly as he felt like, Bane grabs the bag with his artificial arm and brings it back to the main room. "That was fast." Bane smirks, watching Eric. The lizard did not decide on a path... Though what came to his mind was this: sure, he said the enormous Russian railway was out of order, but recent (as in a few years back) construction on a railroad in Guangzhou that connects to the Trans-Siberian Railway... China is not as dead as Russia, therefore it was very possible the railway could still be active."Why not utilize that fairly new railway north of here? I believe in... Guangzhou."
...Then, something caused the lizard's eyes to shift all over the room, searching the source of a new voice. He turns around to see a lioness facing him... Though, the voice sounds friendly and sincere. So Bane decides to hear her out... "Hmm? Assistance...? ...Understood then. We'll discuss more of this on the surface..." Bane leaves his sentence as if it were cut off, lacking in information. "Well... before we leave... might I ask your name? Very quickly?"
Character Name: Bane Hannon | Character Location: Underground Lab; Hong Kong, China | Character Status: Perfectly Healthy.
.:Large Pack:.
Robotic Arm .45 (x10 rounds) | Stored Ammo (x100 rounds) | .45c Ammo (x500 rounds) | Food (x7 cans, x5 boxes) | Water (x8 bottles) | Herbs (x3 Green spray bottles, x2 R+G spray bottles) | First Aid (x1 kit) | None
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 1:23 pm
..:: The Ascension ::..
Eric watches Bane for a few moments, his mind working quickly over the lizard's suggested path. Guangzhou wasn't that far from Hong Kong, and they would get there before daylight was gone if they left now. Which they would. From there, if the train was still in operation, they could follow the railway into Russia... They would have to break away from the railway at some point, Eric knew that; and, after they did, the journey would get difficult, as they would have to make their way through the heavily Infected-laden southern Finland and Sweden. He rubs his face a bit, his eyes closing; though he nods. It was the best chance they had. Actually, it was the only chance they had. They couldn't realistically walk the distance...
Just as he was opening his mouth to respond, however, another, new voice cut him off. His eyes go wide and he drops down to a knee, his shoulder pressing firmly against the side of one of the tables in the room, his paws slipping into his coat to pull his handgun out again. How had they found him?! There was no way that anyone other than Bane and himself could have known about this place! How had they gotten -in-?! It didn't matter, if they had found him, they could have easily found a way inside of the lab, but no. No, he wasn't going to be caught now. Not when he was so close to getting Eden back. He wasn't going to let this end...
After a few short moments, he glances over to Bane, blinking a few times as he sees the lizard simply standing tall. A few more moments, and he starts to actually listen to the voice. Feminine, and promising him no harm, just asking for help. Slowly, he raises himself up a bit to look over the edge of the table at the female lioness, eying her closely before standing up. His gun was still held tightly in his paws as he watches the girl closely, ears twitching as she tells Bane and he her location, Eric's eyebrows furrowing at this before raising as the lioness' form shimmers a bit, fading slightly. Suddenly, he's jumped over the table he was just behind, right in front of the feline, looking her over with fascination, his curiosity taking control of his caution.
“Interesting... Is this a hologram...? An astral projection, perhaps?” He looks up to the girl's face before looking over her again. After a few seconds, he stands up straight, looking to the girl's face again before nodding a little. “You've caught us just in time... We were just about to head off... I say you can come along with us...” He glances back at Bane for a moment before looking back to the apparition before him. “As long as you allow me to study you... This... However you're doing this...” He tentatively reaches out a paw to place it on the lioness' shoulder, but he stops just before doing so, closing his paw and lowering it to his side again, figuring it would be best to not touch.
Waiting a few moments for the lioness to answer Bane's question about her name, Eric turns quickly and walks to the lizard's side, placing a paw on his shoulder again and looking up to him, excitement suddenly in his eyes now. Excitement that the otter hadn't shown for the passed... three and a half years... Since Eden's accident. He had not even been excited when he heard the virus actually worked, instead only feeling determination to make it better, and make it work as he wanted it to. Smiling again at the lizard, he gently squeezes his shoulder before giving him a small nod and walking passed him, to the large steel door that led to the lab's exit and pushing it open, eager to get topside now..
However, before walking to the elevator, he paused, his smile fading as he turns his head to his left, staring through the glass wall of the room at his long dead brother, suddenly reminded of what the point of this journey was. “I'll be back soon, Eden... As soon as I can... And this time, the virus will work... I promise...” He lifts a paw to press two fingers to his lips, then place the fingers against the glass before turning and walking quickly down the long hallway to the elevator. As he reaches it, he steps inside, an arm raising to wipe over his eyes before he turns around to wait for Bane, managing to conjure up another small smile as he waits...Character Name: Eric Volfer | Character Location: Underground Lab; Hong Kong, China | Character Status: Perfectly Healthy
.:Large Pack:.
Gloc (x12 rounds) | Keycard | 9mm Ammo (x120 rounds) | .45c Ammo (x500 rounds) | Food (x10 cans, x5 boxes) | Water (x6 bottles, x2 canteens) | Cybernetics (x13 parts, x5 tools) | First Aid (x2 kits) | Matches (x100 matches)
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 3:49 pm
.:The Twin Lionesses:.
The projection of Lori blinked lightly as Eric confronted her and asked questions at a ridiculous speed. "My name is Lori Greenwind" she said smiling a little, her cool and friendly nature evident. "And it's astral projection..." her smile was weak. She was about to say something else when her projection faded and then vanished, soft glimmers of energy left behind from where she had stood.
Lori groaned as her consciousness returned to her solid body, leaning heavily into the arms of a waiting Kita beside her. She smiled meekly up to her sister in thanks. She looked down, seeing that the Infected in the restaurant had dispersed to find easier prey, or perhaps just to mull about in their empty existences. She groaned as Kita helped her to her feet, pouting at her twin who merely grinned, and continued supporting the weakened lioness.
"Are the coming up?" Kita asked with a smile. Lori merely nodded, eyes fixed on the restaurant, and her mind fixed on the presence of the two beings she had met. She looked to Lori and frowned "Did you see anything to confirm... what you've been theorizing?" she asked softly
Lori nodded "Yes, he's trying to revive someone he called... Eden."
Quietly the two slipped across the roof, Lori took Kita's paw and the two waited for Eric and Bane to come up, keeping an eye out for infected that might want to sneak up on them or the other pair. The twin's tails twitched expectantly as they remained almost motionless. Lori looked to Kita, blue orbs meeting equally blue depths each lightly tightening their grip on the other's paw.
Character Name: Kita Greenwind | Character Location: Hong Kong, China | Character Status: Perfectly Healthy
.:Side Pack and Pockets:.
Bo Staff | Arm Blades (x2 attached) | Handgun (x10 rounds) | Bullets (x12 rounds) | Water (x1 canteen) | Snack bars (x3 bars)
Character Name: Lori Greenwind | Character Location: Hong Kong, China | Character Status: A little bit tired but otherwise, Perfectly Healthy.
.: Medium Pack, Small Pockets, Belt for hooking things too (e.i. small pouches for bullets or stones):.
Magical Enhancers (x3 gems x1wand x5 scrolls) | Homemade Laser (x1) | Handgun (x10 rounds) | Bullets (x55 rounds) | Water (x1 canteen) | Snack bars (x9 bars)| First Aid (x1 kit)
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 1:30 pm
..:: A Loss of Power; New Arrivals ::..
A large sigh is heaved from the dragon's massive chest. A flick of his claw sends the messenger who had just come to him to walk away, somewhat concerned for the dragon. Silently, this dragon, this Xai Sheela, brings a claw to his forehead to gently rub as he walks to the only large window in the room to look out of it at the city below him. Another sigh escapes him as his eyes sweep over the bustling area. Despite the practically dead world outside of it, this city, along with many others in northern Australia, was still quite active; with living occupants. Though Darwin is, or was at a time not so long ago, the most important of them. Xai scoffs a bit as he thinks back to then, when the city was much fuller, along with this very building. Representatives from all of the remaining 'clean' regions used to be gathered here, at this building. The headquarters for the National Committee of the Living World.
But now there was only Xai, and a couple representatives from the Philippines, Japan, New Zealand, and Indonesia. Aside from that, all of the others had left; the remaining south American countries forming their own faction and just increasing their defenses while Norway, Sweden, and Finland formed the 'Northern Powers' and began to 'purify' the Infected near them... The Committee was practically useless now, with no real power other than over the islands they controlled. And to make matters worse, there were reports of the Infected forcing the borders of northern Australia to shrink further. Then again, that wasn't what was bothering the dragon. Not this time, anyways.
No, the seven-foot-four-inch tall, three-hundred-thirty-seven pound dragon was far more occupied with what he had just been told by the messenger he had just sent away. The fox had come to him with some... disturbing news. The representatives for the Philippines had reportedly taken flight in the night to head home, after leaving a message they they too were leaving the Committee to do as they pleased. With so little support, Xai didn't see how he could hold his creation together for more than a few more weeks, when the others would most likely withdraw from the Committee as well. There would be no way for the dragon to have any influence on the world, or even request assistance when the Infected got too far into the north... Which they already were, in his opinion.
As he watches the people, his people, walking around, nothing more than specks from his vantage point six stories in the air, thoughts race through his mind... That b*****d Volfer. This was his fault, all of it. Aside from being the cause of the epidemic, if Volfer had just stayed in the dark and not come to the Committee with his false cure, the Committee would still be intact. Growling in the back of his throat, Xai moving his claw to slam his fist into the thick glass in front of him. If that otter should ever be standing within arm's reach of the dragon, there would be a snapped neck along with several fractured bones before Xai just left the otter for his own disgusting creatures to have. Death was too kind a punishment for the hell that boy had caused.
“Uhm... S-Sir?”
Slowly, the dragon glances back to the entrance of the room, his eyes running momentarily over the white walls and the bookcases lining the walls of the official-looking room. At spotting the same fox from moments ago, Xai's eyebrows raise a bit and he walks a bit toward him, though stopping at the desk in the center back of the room, in front of the window, and leaning over it as he waits for the messenger to speak. Xai's mind was far too muddled with violence to possibly come up with a reason for why the messenger was back, and when the fox told him his news, the dragon could only blink a few times, his mind quickly racing back into motion, though now over something else.
“What should be done, Sir...?”
He heard the fox, but he didn't respond, his head lowering slightly and his eyebrows furrowing in thought. His eyes found themselves staring at the letter the Filipinos had left behind, and at the map of his country, or what was left of it, under that. Those milky white eyes, unbroken except for the thin vertical slits of his pupils, scan over the city of Darwin, then over the body of water above it. He heard the messenger call him again, but he remained silent for a few more moments before slowly standing up straight and looking at the canine. He slowly walks around the desk to approach the much smaller male, though the fox only looks calmly up at the large silver-scaled dragon's face, eyebrows raised slightly. “Sir?”
“Go fetch the Representatives... Let the ship make port... Keep soldiers posted around the docks, though. Something does not feel right...” The fox nods at the dragon, his features remaining expressionless as he turns and walks from the room to quickly make his way to retrieve the others as he was told to. Behind him, the dragon smiled a little as he watched the fox leave. He had been here since the beginning. Even before the Outbreak. And he would probably be the only one still left in a few weeks. Xai couldn't think of a single moment in his life when that fox wasn't either beside him or doing something for him. And the momentary, panicking thought of the fox leaving as well never crossed Xai's mind. There was no way that could happen, unless one of the pair died. And Xai was quite sure that if he was in danger, the fox would sacrifice himself to save the dragon. Despite that, he wasn't entirely sure that he'd do the same...
With a small sigh at that thought, the dragon shakes his head a little before slowly walking after the fox down the long hallway, but turning off at another path while the fox continues on. Moving a claw to run it over his smooth, scaled head, Xai quickly made his way to, and down the stairway of the building at a swift pace. In a few minutes he found himself pushing large double doors open and stepping out into the warm Australian dawn. After glancing back at the mansion-esque building behind him for a moment, he continued to walk, making his way quickly to the docks, flaring his wings out to stretch them as he walked, their ten-foot span rather intimidating to anyone he passed. Or would have been, had he passed by anyone.
After a few more minutes, water came into the dragon's line of vision, and a few minute later, he was standing at the edge of the docks, his eyes a bit wide as he watched the large cruise ship floating casually toward him. All around the docks, as he had ordered, there were soldiers present, weapons lowered, but ready for anything. Xai, too, was steeling himself, though he didn't show it; gently brushing down his bare chest before lowering a claw to pat at his waist, sighing a bit as he felt a distinct lack of a weapon. His eyebrows raises a little as he felt a small paw pat his upper arm. Turning toward the paw, he smiles a bit as he sees the fox, who smiles softly back at him before showing his other paw, in which was the dragon's pistol. Chuckling a bit as he took it, Xai gives the fox a small nod before turning his attention back to the ship.
“What are we going to do...?”
Xai shakes his head a bit as he hears the distinct accent of one of the Japanese representatives. “We are going to find out who is on that ship. If they are hostile, we will kill them. If not... … I do not know yet. We will hear them out...” He says nothing more as he hears one of the others scoff a bit, though all of them now watch the ship with apprehension, none of them quite sure of its origins, or why it's here. They hold their breath as the ship comes to a halt in the docks, the doors slowly opening and a ramp sliding down to the dock, though no one is visible yet...Character Name: Xai Sheela | Character Location: Docks; Darwin | Character Status: Perfectly Healthy
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Beretta (x16 rounds) | None
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 2:09 pm
..:: An Unlikely Companion ::..
An eerie silence had settled over the mall in the last few hours. It was a curious thing, considering that as soon as dawn had come, the building was crawling with Infected. Now, however, there was only the occasional crash as something fell to the ground, its support having broken from old age at this point, and the shuffling and moving around of things as the remaining survivors in the mall scavenge through it for useful things. This group of survivors was only three strong though, and now they were spread out over the bottom floor of the mall, trying to cover as much ground as possible as quickly as possible; they wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible.
One of the members of the group, a Clydesdale stallion who went by the name of Jarren, or Jare for short, was walking slowly through one of the clothing shops that the mall had, carefully checking every place he could for Infected before opening his only empty pack and shoving a few of the clothes into it. It was a post-apocalyptic world, yes; but, clothing was still a necessity, and at least Jarren himself was running low on wearable clothing. The T-shirt and jeans he was in now were so ragtag that they seemed like they would blow away in a strong wind. He has another T-shirt on him as well, though it's curled a bit and wrapped around his upper left arm, which he holds up against his chest. As was bound to happen, he was injured a in the battle that broke out between the Infected in the mall and the small group of survivors, though it wasn't from an Infected himself. While advancing, the stallion was reloading his double-barrel when a group of Infected burst from a glass window beside him, a particularly large sliver of the window impaling itself into Jarren's arm.
After a few moments, the horse closes the bag, slings it over his head so that the bag was on the opposite side of where the strap rested on his shoulder, and stands up. His left paw moves swiftly to grab the barrels of his shotgun, his right paw moving quickly to grab the neck of the stock, positioning a finger over the trigger as his ears twitch. Something was in the store with him, and it had just moved to the back room... Staring at where he had heard the sound come from, Jarren slowly begins to walk toward it, silently stepping over debris as he lifts his shotgun with only his right paw, his left too weak to be much help, so he places the back of the barrels against his right shoulder as he walks. Another sound makes the horse pause a bit before continuing to move.
“C'mon out, ya little s**t... I know you're back there! No use hidin'!” As he speaks, he shrugs a bit to push his gun and lift his arm so that he was aiming the rather large weapon toward the back room as he walks still. The Clydesdale hesitates again as he hears the shuffling in the back stop, then a soft whimper. Blinking a few times, Jarren's mind stopped for a few moments. Infected didn't whimper. They groaned... With slightly widened eyes he turns his head back tot he store's entrance. “Guys! Guys, I think I found someone!” Without hesitating another moment, the horse sprints toward the back down, his gun lowered as he turns into the storage room, blinking again as he's immersed in pitch black. Through the darkness, however, he can make out the rough outline of a figure cowering against the far corner from him.
“Hey... Hey, I'm not gonna hur'cha, dude... Relax, man. I'm jus' gonna find the light switch and...” As his left paw moves to find the light switch, he frowns a bit as he hears the other whimper again, wondering why he would be so afraid of a friendly voice... As he flicked on the light, he saw why.
“Wh-wha... D-did you just... How...?” “Please no... No shoot... Please...” Watching the Infected, some kind of canine, closely, Jarren slowly lowers his shotgun again, eyes still wide. “You're... I-Infected... How can you... Wh-wha...”
Slowly, the wolf, as Jarren figured it was now, uncovers his disfigured face to look at that stallion, eyes wide, though one of them was missing. With a frightened look on its face, the wolf nodded slowly. “In... Infec-eted... But... Not them... Not like them.” He shakes his head quickly, trying to convince the stallion that he wasn't like the other Infected. And he wasn't, in truth. Obviously, because of his higher, though not exactly 'normal' intelligence, but there were other reasons as well... He didn't crave what the others did. Flesh, blood; it didn't really appeal to him, he still preferred the food he ate before this whole thing...
“Not... like them...” Jarren mulled the phrase over for a few moments. After a bit, he decided to take the risk, nodding his head slightly. “A-alright... Alright, I believe you... Though I don't know why...” He shakes his head a bit, still watching the wolf, who's features look a bit surprised before relaxing a bit. “What's your name...?” He watches as the wolf smiles a little and opens his mouth to reply, before stopping and closing his mouth, eyebrows furrowing. “... ...” Jarren cocks an eyebrow at him, becoming a bit uneasy again. “N-... No... remember...” The stallion's eyes widened slightly as he saw the wolf bring a deformed paw to his head, rubbing it gently.
“You don't... remember your name...?” Jarren blinks a bit as the wolf shakes his head, looking helplessly up to the horse. “So what do I call you then...? 'Wolf'?” The Infected creature shrugs a bit, completely lost and a bit distressed that he cannot recall his own name. “Works...” He raises his eyebrows a bit as Jarren chuckles, the nods a little bit. “Well alright then Wolf... I'm Jarren, and... Well, my buddies will introduce themselves when they get here...” “O-others?!” Jarren frowns a little as the wolf shakes his head and cowers in the corner again. “Will kill Wolf! No kill. No kill!” Sighing a bit, Jarren glances back out into the store before looking back to Wolf. “Nah, don't worry about that... They won't... C'mon relax... Please...?” The Infected slowly lifts his head up again.
“N-no kill...?”
“No kill...”Character Name: Jarren Nirdra | Character Location: Westfield Mall; San Diego | Character Status: Healing; No Chance of Infection
.:Large Pack, Medium Pack, Medium Pack:.
Double-barrel Shotgun (x2 rounds) | Shotgun Ammo (x37 rounds) | .45 Magnum (x5 rounds) | Magnum Ammo (x18 rounds) | First Aid (x2 kits) | Water (x2 bottles) | None ||| Clothing (x15 shirts, x6 pants) | None ||| Shotgun Ammo (x224 rounds) | 9mm Ammo (x598 rounds) | .22c Ammo (x43 rounds) | LA1M Rifle (disassembled) | None Character Name: “Wolf” | Character Location: Westfield Mall; San Diego | Character Status: Deceased; Infected
. razz ack:.
None | None
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 5:18 pm
.: The Survivor :.
It wasn't supposed to have happened this way. When the voyage had started no one was expecting anything like this. Hiding on the deck of the ship was a single male skunk, eyes wide and pupil's dilated from fear as he listened to the groaning within the ship, and the sounds of clumsy infected at work. Clutching his pistol he looked over towards the approaching dock. He squeezed his eyes shut for a brief moment, but only a moment, remembering how it had all happened.
The voyage had started normal enough, as normal as anything could in a zombie filled world. Everyone had thought it was safe, the ship had been checked many times for infected. Unfortunately, someone, or something got on that was carrying the virus. Within a week it had overcome them, and slowly, people began to disappear. It didn't take long for that steady trickle to multiply as the ranks of the infected aboard the ship increased dramatically.
Soon, all that was left alive was the skunk on the deck, and an older male, a lion. Thinking of the lion the skunk looked around again, ears laying flat. The lion had said he'd be right back. That had been an hour ago. With a shaky breath the skunk rose to his feet, or rather, into a crouch. Carefully he skittered along the deck, avoiding any infected that might've peeked out of the hold. His eyes widened as he realized that the ship was docking, with a heavy swallow he shifted and looked around him. He jerked as he felt a paw on his shoulder, a scream catching in his throat. He relaxed as he saw the other remaining living being aboard the ship.
"I'm going to distract the infected, you get off the ship, and warn everyone away" the lion said in his distinctively American accent.
The skunk whimpered softly "There is a whole shipload of infected here, you can't--"
The lion cut him off "I know." he said calmly "but there is a whole CITY of living people out there, and if this mere shipload of infected gets out there who knows what will happen" he said calmly "it's the only way." He thought for a moment then took off an amulet that dangled around his neck, putting it around the skunks. "It's always brought me good luck, it's about time it did some good for someone else" the lion said finally before turning around. Firing a shot with his rifle at the window that went around the steering point of the ship. The skunk gasped as he saw an infected screech in a completely unnatural manner as it fell through the shattered glass, a smoking cavity in it's chest.
Not stopping to think the skunk climbed up on the railing, looking over his shoulder to the lion and leaped, landing in a roll the port, just barely making it. He groaned in pain as he pushed himself to his feet. Remembering his job he got up a little faster "DESTROY THE SHIP!" he cried. His eyes spotted the one that looked the most in charge, a dragon, who stood next to a fox. He stumbled over to the imposing figure, ears down. "S-sir.. the whole ship is infected, only me and one other person survived, he's trying to get the things attention," he sniffed as tears dripped down his face. He spun around as he heard a few angry shouts from the lion he'd left behind.
He noticed the plank down now, and a few infected peeking out and groaning, distracted by the lion up on deck, shooting down their numbers, unsure whether to come out to the meal just waiting for them on the dock or to go up and take out the single, easier, target.
The skunk whimpered a little, hating that he'd had to leave the lion behind, wishing that there was some way he could save him. But as he heard a strangled scream he knew it was to late for the lion, the infected had overwhelmed him, and now they were starting to stumble out of the ship. The skunk curled his paws into his dirty red t-shirt, the toes of his foot paws crinching up beneath the bell of his jeans. His name was Charlie "Stripes" Jester, and he was the only survivor of the S.S. Hope. Character Name: Charlie Jester | Character Location: Docks; Darwin| Character Status: Perfectly Healthy
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Pistol (2x rounds) | Lion's Amulet
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 7:27 pm
~Partners.~
Bane stands still, watching this astral projection until Eric turns to walk toward the chamber preserving Eden. He then shifts his attention entirely to the otter and observes as he makes an affectionate gesture to his deceased brother. Bane thinks to himself about his own brother; his own twin brother who has, for certain, fallen victim to the Infection by now...
Bane could not even remember the last time he spoke with his brother. It was years before the Outbreak, but he was not sure just how many years. Everything that has occurred over the course of these years has completely obscured his mind of all family-related things, disregarding Eric. He like to think of Eric as a cousin. If that were actually true, that would make Eric the only "fully" alive member of the family. Or so Bane thought. He couldn't even think about his parents, or his grandparents, or the rest of his family, though not in the sense of his mind being obscured, but of worrying. He was too afraid to, thus making him naturally pessimistic. Although, he would be surprised if everyone on the planet was not pessimistic by now.
Bane decides to approach Eric as he presses his two fingers against the glass. A few seconds later, Eric is heading toward the elevator, and Bane finds himself with his head turned, facing into the chamber with Eric's fox brother... He places his robotic claw against the window, exactly where Eric at put his two fingers. Eden Volfer... If it were not for his death, none of this would be happening... though, if it were not for his death, Bane would have never met Eric. Sometimes, the only thing that can cross Bane's mind is helping Eric restore Eden to life. The second priority, in fact, is the Infected. And others seem to be handling that problem... About as slowly as they can.
It is not long, only about a few more seconds, before Bane walks to the elevator, managing to break a small smirk through his seemingly permanently stone cold face. Upon reaching the elevator, he stands next to Eric and places his organic claw on his shoulder, the one further from him, resulting in a one-armed hug. Though, this was a rare for Bane; showing affection in this way. He usually keeps all of that to himself, expressing it verbally more often than physically. Though, Bane loves Eric like family... He is not just Eric's partner. Eric is all he has left. At least, all he thinks he has left... though, again, pessimism strikes him hopeless of ever finding his relatives.
Buttons pressed and locations designated, the elevator -- the "freezer" -- rises at a diagonal angle. Only ten seconds pass before the quick elevator reaches the restaurant's regular level again. As it does, a door on the opposite side, the actual freezer door, opens, revealing the confined view of the restaurant... and a zombie's corpse, though, there are no active ones in the building at the moment. Bane walks from the elevator, kicking the corpse off to the side, or at least out of the way. The lizard scans the building for any signs of that lioness' projection he had seen underground. An individual capable of that sort of magic would be hard to miss.
Bane raises his robotic arm and, basically through telekinesis of some sort, the tip of his pointer finger removes itself, flipping down so that Bane could be able to aim this weapon with precision. He figured he probably wouldn't need to do much assassination of the undead, but safety is a priority. Especially in a zombie-ridden world where one bite can lead to possible Infection and further spread of the global virus that is slowly destroying the world.
Bane exits the restaurant, examining the streets. A zombie here and there, though they were off doing their own thing. Whatever the hell that was. Bane turns around with his gun-arm still pointed at the Infected below. He motions a thumbs-up to Eric with the other claw, then turns his head slightly so that he could see the zombies again. "It's clear. Clear enough, that is." He speaks lowly, hoping for the Infected on the streets below not to notice him, which would be their own downfall anyway.
Character Name: Bane Hannon | Character Location: Underground Lab; Hong Kong, China | Character Status: Perfectly Healthy.
.:Large Pack:.
Robotic Arm .45 (x10 rounds) | Stored Ammo (x100 rounds) | .45c Ammo (x500 rounds) | Food (x7 cans, x5 boxes) | Water (x8 bottles) | Herbs (x3 Green spray bottles, x2 R+G spray bottles) | First Aid (x1 kit) | None
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 12:12 am
  ~The Sufferer and the Witness.~
The fox stands against a wall, one leg bent with a foot against that wall and his back pressed up against it. His ears perk up at the sound of a smaller, in fact, tiny magenta fox clearing her throat. The much taller, muscular fox replaces the clip of his TMP with a new one. He did not have very many remaining, yet he did have two back-up weapons: a firefighter's axe he had found earlier is strapped firmly against his back. And his second weapon? A type of laser designed only a few years ago. This laser has received an expanse of capabilities and additional uses, such as welding and even firefighting in some cases.. Unlike Jarren, he does not wear a shirt, but he does wear gray, tightly buckled pants. These pants have multiple buckles for the reason of carrying first aid packs or additional padding, and they do come in handy.
The small girl, in a Levi blouse and a red skirt, only carries one offensive ration. It is one of her uncle's --the larger fox -- weapons; the Broken Butterfly, a special magnum which the girl has found the time to paint to her liking. It is coated in a light spray of pink paint, with a rounded drawing of a butterfly and a green vine spiraling out at the barrel. It is a fancy little thing, or a fancy little contradiction, seeing as it has tremendous firepower. Ephilia, that was the pink vixen's name, is the older fox's niece. Her past with the Infected has already been establish, and is still quite in motion. Though, everyone's past is... Despite losing both of her parents and watching them die, she keeps herself by Epathy... Epathy, her savior. Her uncle.
Epathy adored his niece. He never let her out of his sight, almost like an overprotective father. In truth, that's basically what Epathy was to her. He knew she had no one else but him, and what he gave to Ephilia, Epathy got in return from her... And Jarren. Jarren was a new hope for the two; a new friend. Epathy has known Jarren for a couple years now, but not as a close friend. He likes to think that he had just become a close friend with the horse now. The same goes for Ephilia, due to the death of all of her friends. It was really just these three left in San Diego... Or so Epathy and Ephilia, the two Eps, thought. There was no guarantee that they were the only ones here.
"Epathy, where did Jarren go...?" The tiny vixen's voice was soft and somewhat childlike. To this, Epathy chuckles. He assumes that Ephilia was probablby too nervous to even pay attention. Pushing off against the wall, having finished reloading and checking over his easily accessible supplies, he walks to his niece and hugs her close to himself with his free arm. She was a tiny thing, no taller than four foot seven. "Heh, he went hunting in th--" Epathy points to a store nearby, but is cut off by Jarren's voice. He suggests he found someone... Was this true?
Epathy almost springs ahead at this declaration, but he doesn't. He waits for the horse to be certain... Staring directly into the shop, he whispers so that only Ephilia can hear him. "Maybe he's right... I think I heard the whimpering. I know you did, Ephilia." The vixen looks up at her uncle and nods. "Mhmm. I thought it was a Spitter at first, so I just waited till it came into view." She, too, speaks in a whisper. The awkward thing about Ephilia was her phenomenal senses. They were so much more powerful than anyone else's in her family's, and no one knew why. It was something about her that made her seem so powerful... yet, when one looks at Ephilia, they immediately consider her weak and vulnerable. Nothing could be further from the truth. Sort of. Though, her senses made up for her height.
The two remain silent with the same thought on their minds: wait for a reaction... And there was one. A quick curse, and a plead. "Please no!" Please no? "Please... no? Zombies can't speak..." Ephilia remarked, still speaking in a whisper. "They can't. This is a pretty good sign. C'mon, Honey." Epathy pushes Ephilia a little bit, now walking with an arm still around her. She keeps her gun raised, though Epathy thinks it is cute. He thinks everything about her is cute in a child's sort of way only because Ephilia tends to act like Epathy: tough. In reality, her nature was to be charming and sweet and nonviolent. Unfortunately, that won't cut it in a post-zombie apocalypse. Violence itself won't cut it. In fact, nothing will for sure. The two foxes continuing tip-toeing in the store. They can see the horse...
And...
They can see the deformed wolf by now. Ephilia shrieks a little, though it is not a loud shriek. It is sort of a gasp and a shriek at the same time. "My goodness! ...And you're... okay...?" Ephilia saw the truth in Wolf's... eye... It wasn't an appearance sort of thing, it was basically a psychic type of idea. Ephilia's sixth sense, or seventh. It didn't matter when it came down to senses, seeings as Ephilia's got that covered nicely.
At the sight of the Infected individual, Epathy drops his arm, aghast, and failing to even point his weapon at the thing. Though, his niece's words make his mind fight his instinct. He doesn't raise his weapon. Instead, Epathy calms himself and watches the dead, yet alive, figure. "Jarren...?" Epathy asks, a little astonished. "Who's your friend...?" Epathy stares at the figure, probably embarrassing him, unless he no longer had emotions, which it looked like he did. Epathy continues to stare, even through any answer he might've missed or heard, but just didn't pay attention through. "Well, hello there Mr. Dead-But-Alive... Um... I'm Ephilia. I'm Epathy's niece. Epathy's this big guy here." Ephilia smiles and pokes Epathy's shoulder, having to stand on her toes to do so. She then leans against her uncle, still facing Wolf. "I think he likes you!"
Epathy could beg to differ, though, not by much.
Character Name: Epathy Lunhalo | Character Location: Westfield Mall; San Diego | Character Condition: Perfectly Healthy
.:Large Pack:.
TMP (x60 rounds) | TMP Ammunition (x267) rounds. | AX-Disruptor (x12 charges) | Portable Laser Charger (4 uses remaining) | Firefighter's Axe | First Aid (x3 kits) | Adrenaline (x9 shots)
Character Name: Ephilia Sunsong | Character Location: Westfield Mall; San Diego | Character Status: Perfectly Healthy.
.:Large Pack:.
Broken Butterfly Revolver (x8 rounds) | Magnum ammo (x72 rounds) | Water (x5 bottles) | Food (x5 snack bars, x3 cans) | Clothing (x4 tank tops, x3 blouses, x2 skirts, x1 jacket, x1 beanie, x3 shirts, x3 pants)
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