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Post by Mr Spock on Feb 28, 2010 22:46:51 GMT
Almost instantaneously, Amy's gun was at Robert's head.
"You sure it was a day ago, Robert? Or do I have to fucking kill you?"
As she spoke, though she spoke with a harsh demeanor, her brain faltered. She'd never heard of anyone being immune to the virus before; and at the same time, a scratch didn't necessarily imply infection; sure, it was pretty likely, but without the saliva on teeth there was no telling it was a certainty. She frowned at him.
It was at this point one could tell she wasn't actually very pretty. Her scowl was thunderous, her scraped back blonde curls making all her features pointed. She wore boots with thick soles, probably adding at least an inch to her height, and yet she still stood a good three or four inches shorter than Robert... And, even more scarily, this didn't make her any less intimidating. At this close range it was easy to tell all of her clothes were made from leather, apart from the very battered bulletproof vest underneath her heavy jacket.
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Post by Taya on Mar 1, 2010 18:41:23 GMT
"I can't take him if he's a carrier" Marian said shaking her head. She took a bag of supplies from her shoulder and began to rummage through it. She handed Robert a half bottle of water and some dried beef. "If you are still not infected by tomorrow, you can come with me. Meet me at St. Paul's if you survive the night."
Marian began to reload her weapons so that she would be ready to move on. "Amy, are you sure you don't want to come by for supper?" She asked of the comrade she had met in the aftermath of this devastation.
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Post by Playle on Mar 1, 2010 18:58:47 GMT
"Shit, shit, shit!" was all he could grasp from his lungs as he began to feel exhaustion. Smokers cough rose up, but he could do nothing except run for his life. Joe looked back, shot one in the arm which hindered it a mere fraction, and then dashed down a corridor. A lift!
He smashed the button with his ammo box, dropping a few precious bullets, but merely waited for the lift. It pinged with every floor, and would take a while to reach his. Why'd he have to choose a vantage point floor? And why did he not notice he hadn't cleared some zombies!
One of them, an elderly woman wearing a blue dressing gown leapt forth, but a quick shot decapitated her. The others groaned, and moved at a more favourable slumpy slopey pace. Joe realized he had only a few shots left, reloading here would be risky. Another lunged, fell flat on its face, and chewed a bit of the posh but now bloody rug of the hotel corridor.
Ding! The lift had arrived, and Joe backed into it and smashed the ground floor button in a messy effort. He still had his ammo, pot and water, the latter two in shorts pocket whilst he held the box of bullets in one hand and the 9mm in ano-
"SHIT!" Joe yelped as he had not noticed a zombie in the lift as he got in. It opened its maw, yellow saliva dripping eerily down. One drop into an opening of his body would cause game over. With a swift shrug, he pushed it to the other side, and lay a set of bullets into the creatures chest. One more in the head, and it was dead. He began to change the ammo of his gun and listen to the uncomforting elevator music. The dings stopped, and the doors cracked open.
The lobby was lonely, with nothing but a turned over table and a few chairs to suffice as a barricade for Joe and his hotel hideout. He even toyed with the idea of returning to his room, maybe he could clear the undead with a bit of preparation. That thought was interrupted.
Footsteps. Ten? Twenty? More like fourty. Around twenty of the undead were beating feet, running round the corner from the restaurant section of the hotel. One was even a chef, still wearing an apron which had seen better days. But the twenty pairs of feet grew closer, and Joe swore a good ten times before running to the barricade. He threw a table back, knocking two female zombies to the floor and keeping one trapped under the oak furniture. The chairs he flung away too, before running out of the glass doors into the street of London. He pointed his 9mm at the chef, only to miss his shot and hit the glass door and shattered it. He saw the survivors, one injured, the other two females.
"HELP ME THE FUCK OUT!" Joe screamed, his london accent breaking through heavily as he ran towards the survivors.
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Post by Andaru on Mar 1, 2010 19:12:31 GMT
With the gun suddenly aimed at him, Robert fell back and tripped over the curb and fell flat on his back. He sat there for a few seconds, not daring to move for fear of being shot. He knew that Amy would not think twice about killing him if there was a risk, and could you blame her?
"No..I mean yes, yes I'm sure." He said in a shuddering voice. He had to stay calm, if he said another thing out of place then he would be killed.
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Robert sat there stunned. Here Amy was pointing a gun at him, and casually Marian had given him supplies and almost changed the topic, and now she was expecting him to last the night on his own?
He still dared not move, he had already caused too many problems for his worth and creating more would just get him killed.
"Thank you" He said quietly, still with a shaky voice.
Then came yelling from behind him, and he turned around to the horror of an army of the undead chasing a man toward them.
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Post by Taya on Mar 1, 2010 19:22:13 GMT
"Bloody hell" Marian said as got her rifle into position and off her back. It was her preferred firearm as it was the one she had been working with since she was about 12. She took out three without even batting an eye and shouted, "Get back!" to Robert since he was unarmed and sure to slow them down. "Make for nearest shelter"
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Post by Mr Spock on Mar 1, 2010 20:44:33 GMT
Both of Amy's pistols were now out and shooting; she'd shifted in front of Robert and was now expending clips into the oncoming horde.
"You reckon if we shoot the fucker, they'll just go for him?" she said in a low tone with a wry grin, so it was impossible to tell if she was joking or not.
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Post by Taya on Mar 1, 2010 20:57:37 GMT
"Possible, but I'd rather not take the chance of them putting on more speed." Marian said with a laugh as she took out two more. "I said move you two." Marian was beginning to back up as well as the Infected approached. Then she noticed a van in the street and got an idea.
"Amy, you think there's any gas in that thing?"
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Post by Playle on Mar 1, 2010 21:00:07 GMT
Joe dodged rifle fire and pistol fire, but they were evidently not aiming for him (although the one with the pistols still seemed touchy about before). He turned round when he was a few feet away and blasted the remaining attackers. Some went down with the one shot, others were a bit more persistent. Either way, it was too close a call for Joe. After around twenty seconds of conflict, they had won, and Joe was unscathed.
"Phwoo. Nicely done girls." he cockily joked. He lit up another joint, using a blowing asda receipt as his roll. After a long hit, he pointed his pistol at the hooded, limping man he'd previously seen.
"Wait? YOU INFECTED!" He yelled, joint in one hand, gun in the other. It was probably the paranoia from the weed but it was justifiable to Joe.
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Post by Mr Spock on Mar 1, 2010 21:11:45 GMT
Amy rolled her eyes and heaved a very impatient sigh.
"I already fucking told you, pal, if you shoot him, I'll fucking gut you with your own fingernails. You got that?"
She rolled her eyes again, muttering "Fucking crack'ed," then looked to Joe.
"You alright, cripple?" Amy asked, holstering one gun and helping Robert to his feet, before glancing at the van Marian had mentioned.
"I dunno..." she crossed over to it, peering in the windows, before kicking the door rather sharply. It promptly fell away from the somewhat fragile van and she peered into the foothold. No key. She frowned.
"We're gonna struggle without a key though, petrol or no."
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Post by Playle on Mar 1, 2010 21:53:28 GMT
"Pothead actually, bitch." He smugly sparked, taking another hit from his joint before putting his gun away. He looked at the heap of crap the woman was now kicking, not learning her name yet.
"No petrol, been looted a long time ago. The odd canister, but most people use it as some anti-zombie bomb, burn the fuckers." Joe responded, pulling his dreadlocks out of his eyes a sec and then observing the night view. The thames rustled quietly, and the London Eye lit up that riverside. Nothing there though it seemed - the night was relatively quiet.
"Were near Temple station. District and Circle line through them. Need no petrol, probably avoid a lot of the creatures, and I reckon we head east enough, make it to Upminster, the borders o' jolly 'ol London. We'll be free!" Joe pointed out, knowing too much about the tube system for his own good. The spliff rose to his lips again, but he hesitated before not taking an inhale.
"Look, your hunk of junk ain't going anywhere mate. Take cripple 'ere with us and I reckon the journey won't even take us long. Take sleep watches and we'll be out of this cockney shithole quicker than you can sing her majesties anthem, bless 'er zombie bones."
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Post by Andaru on Mar 1, 2010 22:00:24 GMT
"First of all, I'd like people to actually start using my name" after he said this, he backed down a little. After all he owed these people his life, and he didn't want to get on the wrong side of Amy again...
"Also, if it's of any use to you i used to be a mechanic. I can hot wire the van if you want me to. But it isn't gunna help us unless we can get some petrol for the dang thing." He moved over and started looking over the van.
"Considering it's been looted a few times, it's in pretty good shape."
He turned to the others waiting for a response. All he wanted to do now was help, after all they didn't have to save him and it would of probably caused them a lot less trouble.
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Post by Taya on Mar 1, 2010 22:25:18 GMT
"I'm not leaving" Marian said firmly. "And if you're smart you'll stay away from the Circle and District lines. Pothead, make yourself useful and go dispose of the corpses." She turned to Robert. "It's good to meet you Robert. My name is Marian. If you survive, we can always use a mechanic. But that's up to you."
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Post by Playle on Mar 1, 2010 22:32:45 GMT
Joe spat, swore under his breath, and then began to light a match to burn the corpses. An idea popped to mind.
"Hey, i've just seen one of the fuckers head down here by the newsagaents! I'll get him, sort him out." he called from a distance, throwing the match on the pile before running round the corner.
To not confront a zombie, of course. Despite being higher than usual, he could think to a certain extent. He cackled a little, before running down into the Temple station. It was deserted, entirely, and he knew they'd not suspect much of him missing. He had his water, his pot, his gun. He'd be fine. To top it, he had found a torch on a dead security guard to use down in the tunnels itself.
"So long fuckers." he whispered, intaking cannabis before jumping onto a dead district line, one which had no electricity running on it fortunately. He'd head off, and hopefully get his ass out of this shit hole.
((To not cause concern, I shall re-imburse myself to come in again later. You'll see ^^))
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Post by Taya on Mar 1, 2010 22:48:27 GMT
"What a prat. Glad I didn't invite him. Last thing Cannon needs is a git who only thinks of himself and his next chance to get high as a bleedin' kite." Marion said as the pothead ran off. "Oh I forgot something." She pulled out one of her hand guns and gave it to Robert. "I'll be back for that. Use it to keep yourself alive or if you feel the change coming to blow your own head off. Save us all the trouble."
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Post by Mr Spock on Mar 2, 2010 0:02:40 GMT
Amy raised an eyebrow at Joe's departure.
"Well, he's dead," she said bluntly, shrugging and then examining the van again. "I highly doubt petrol can be completely ciphoned from a van like this, 'specially by Infected.. I don't hear they're particularly interested in the oil market. It's worth a shot. Come on, Cripple. Let's try you out."
She paused. Frowned. The last thing she needed was to be soft, but...
"Hey, Marion. I think I'll stick with him tonight. Pretty sure I can react fast enough if he turns. And if he doesn't, he's gonna need the help."
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