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Post by Taya on Mar 2, 2010 1:20:10 GMT
"Sounds like a decent plan." Marian said. "That way I don't need to come looking for him. If he works out just bring him to Cannon tomorrow. You're welcome to stay too, ya know. So Robert can you make anything of this hunk of junk? Is it of any use?"
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Post by Andaru on Mar 2, 2010 18:22:31 GMT
"It looks like someone tried to get away in it when it ran out of petrol, then they Just abandoned it. Like i said if we can get petrol I can likely get it running." He sighed heavily.
"But i don't have a clue where we'd get petrol, I would of thought all the stations would have run dry by now. It's worth giving it a shot though".
Robert took the handgun from Marian.
"Cheers...I think" It wasn't exactly a thought he liked, shooting himself in the head. However having a gun might keep him alive.
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Post by Mr Spock on Mar 4, 2010 21:26:08 GMT
Amy frowned, then grinned, examining the van slightly.
"Is it, by any stroke of miraculous fortune, a diesel, Cripple?" she asked, cocking her head at him.
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Post by Andaru on Mar 4, 2010 21:47:25 GMT
"Well what i think would be a stroke of miraculous fortune would be if you started using my name." Robert said as he got into the van.
"I'd say it's likely that it's going to be a diesel, why you got some magical way of getting some?" Robert said before starting to rummage around the inside of the van.
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Post by Playle on Mar 4, 2010 23:10:53 GMT
"Who issit?" a voice called out from behind a blockade. Joe was confused, and queried whether he was hearing things from his drug use. He laughed when all of a sudden a gun shot made him realize he wasn't hallucinating.
"FUCK! WHAT! HELLO!" was all he screamed in anger at the welcoming. He felt something small scuttle past his bare shin, a rat, and squealed and ran for the platform. He must've only made it to Blackfriars station, one station east from his start point. By where th elevators were was a make-shift barricade, one which had a few slits in the wooden panels. Corpses covered the outside as it clearly had been attacked before. It's where the shot came from.
"Not one of 'em 'den" the voice called, before part of the wooden make-shift wall was moved away. A long rifle's point stuck out before the figure carrying it emerged from behind cover.
Sweat covered her body, she was wearing some kind of gym tracksuit. It was a terrible pink, one which screamed cheapness and made of that horrible material found on most scally females clothes. Oh, it was a scally, great. She had her black hair pulled back into a ponytail, stretching her forehead into a large fleshy block and had a face which looked constantly discouraged and peeved. Her brown eyes eyed up Joe with disgust, looking at his neo-hippy apparel. She wore adidas trainers, smothered in gore, and Joe had noticed a bulging belly on this female.
"Whatcha' name?" she called, pointing her rifle at him. Joe coughed a little in panic and a little in disgust. Of all characters, escaping those three, he meets a chav! He grunted, then smiled a false grin.
"Joe, Camden stoner and now survivor. You missus?"
"Chantelle, carrying a dead man's boy." she replied, a bit of a cocky undertone under her words. Joe wasn't keen on her, but this barricade was impressive, including the fact she was heavily pregnant. Joe walked over to her.
"You not moving out from Blackfriars?" he asked, querying why she was still here. She shot him a dirty look, pulling out a cigarette from her ear. Joe didn't hesitate offering a light. The wooden barricade was open and Joe went in after Chantelle. It was six foot wooden walls formed into a corner piece, allowing escape up the stairs if need be. At the top of the stairs, another wooden wall lay across, allowing enough defense to feel secure. It was pretty impressive.
"You been to Monument station! Filled fuckin' init!" she swore, shutting the barricade behind her. She reloaded her rifle and took a drag of her cig "Why, you gunna try go east? From East End in' I, dat' where I com' from! Fil' me gaff, kill me' lover boi, den' rans away with me girlfriends n' fin..." she mumbled, and muttered, and dragged. Joe frankly didn't give a flying fuck.
"You fuckin' lisnin'?!" she squealed, breaking the pain threshold for Joe. He shushed her. Put his ear next to the wood leading to the tracks. His plan flawed, but he could tell now.
Footsteps. Running. Clambering. Growling and Clattering.
"FUCKN' 'ELL!" Chantelle screeched, poking out of one of the little viewholes in the wood. Joe saw, fitting his weedy 9mm compared to the rifle his accomplice had.
Eastern Underground was filled, and they must've been on the move. Hundreds, probably half a thousand undead creatures swarmed from the tunnels, pacing towards the wooden barricade, pushing against it to break in. Desiring nothing but flesh of the living.
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Post by Mr Spock on Mar 7, 2010 0:29:41 GMT
"God, it's always the fucking way with mechanics, isn't it.. Know a lot about burning up the fuckin' resources, but when it comes to alternatives, they're dumb as shit. Come on." Amy glanced across the street at the abandoned supermarket.
"We need vegetable oil."
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Post by Playle on Mar 7, 2010 11:43:47 GMT
Chantelle and Joe fired a good amount of shots, hindering the frontlines only a fraction, before the initial impact of them trying to break in hit the wood. Joe was blown back, dropping his box of ammo to the floor in an instant. He now held his empty 9mm and had the water and pot in his shorts pocket. He watched Chantelle reload and she blasted a few more of the zombies. Splits in the wood began, and an arm lashed through the barricade.
"Chantelle, run! Follow me!" Joe screamed before running up the underground's stairs. He turned the corner, dashing up frantically, knowing the zombies were less than ten seconds from breaking through the barricade and hunting down the pair. Chantelle screamed, followed Joe a couple of seconds after, and she seemed to have dropped her rifle, he hand covered in blood. Joe had no time, grabbed her good hand, and ran up the unused escalators. Sure enough, zombies began to break through and follow them, some running, some stumbling, all hungry.
The pair were lucky to only encounter a few of the mindless creatures on the way, not enough to cause a real hazard really. The pair ran up an inactive escalator in a panic, and were lucky enough to found it was the descending one. Pressing it, they had managed to slow down some of the running zombies and completely halt the ones who were at more of a walk. Going up a "down" escalator was definitely something the zombies failed at.
"Hurry up! Fuckin' 'ell!" Chantelle screamed, her bloody hand turning her pink tracksuit a disgusting colour. Joe hesitated, then smiled. The inner pyromaniac had been activated by his cannabis use today, and what luck!
He found two tanks of what appeared to be Diesel, thankfully quite flammable. He tossed them down the now active escalator, hitting one dashing undead doctor as well as a scally creature looking much like Chantelle. A light? A light?
"Bloody perfect!" he exclaimed, half-grinning. A bottle of vodka on the floor! He ripped it open, tearing off his bandana to let the dreadlocks fall down. He lit the end of it with his lighter, and chuckled, almost crazily.
"Cocktails anyone?" he laughed, chucking the make shift molotov down the escalator. It bounced on the floor before bursting, exploding, setting fire to the diesel tanks and burning them. A large explosion filled the station, and the two survivors held hands as they dashed out of the Blackfriars station. Another explosion came from the station, most likely killing a hell of a lot of them.
The pair were unarmed, but smiled. The street was deserted, with nobody around. Joe began to joke, but paused. Chantelle was bleeding.
"Have you been bitten?" he asked cautiously.
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Post by Andaru on Mar 7, 2010 12:14:36 GMT
"I fix cars not make them environmentally friendly" He said whilst still searching the inside of the van. Then he pulled out a map.
"Thats handy that they didn't take this. Think it will be of any help? It shows most of London, apart from the odd passage or side street." He began to study the map to find anywhere they could go once they got the van running.
Suddenly a large explosion shook the ground, it was quite close by to where they were.
"What the hell was that!?"
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Post by Playle on Mar 8, 2010 17:26:33 GMT
"Chantelle! Have you been bit?" Joe asked again, looking at the ruined tube station, flames still rising from where the escalators were. Not a single creature had passed the fire yet. Joe wouldn't put it past them though.
"Yeah.. sorta.." she muttered, holding her bleeding hand as she also looked back. Joe took a step or two back, grabbing a brick in one hand as a projectile to stop her if anything were to happen. He knew it'd be inhumane, but it was a game of survival.
"Look, I feel fine. 'Onest" she called, but Joe only raised the brick some more. He was ready to throw when he looked at her eyes, not fading pupils. By now, surely it'd have taken effect. Maybe she was only a carrier?
"Your.. showing no signs. I guess-" Joe started.
Chantelle fell to her knees, grabbing her stomach, her pregnant self clutching her future child. She screamed, an ear-splitting scream Joe couldn't even understand could be made by a human. She screamed, then screamed, then screamed.
"My.. OWWWWGH!" she called, tears rolling down her face heavily.
A second of cognition triggered it in Joe's mind. Chantelle was a carrier, immune. The child's immune system was not prepared yet, and there wasn't anything to say it was hereditary. She had been able to not become infected, but her child had, eating flesh from within. Despite it not having teeth or nails to shred, it still had the urge to feed, a primal urge.
Joe hesitated, as Chantelle rolled in agony on the floor, clutching her stomach. She put out a hand to Joe, clawed at the tarmac, scraped her nails against her hair. It was a horrific sight.
Joe threw the brick, straight down at Chantelle's head. Another brick, and she stopped screaming, remaining unconscious with a large wound to the side of her head. Her stomach was moving violently, and Joe gave it a swift boot with his sandals. It stopped moving.. he had killed the child. Chantelle lay motionless in the street, blood escaping her head. Joe made sure to not touch it, knowing it to be infected.
He ran. He ran with tears in his eyes. He had killed a mother and child.. He couldn't believe his acts. No specific direction, the stoner ran among the quiet streets of London, survival not an instinct but more seeking redemption for his ungodly act. He ran, then ran some more.
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Post by Taya on Mar 8, 2010 18:34:48 GMT
"It came from underground" Marian's voice caught in her throat. Her thoughts went to Cannon.
Cannon was originally named for the tube station a group of survivors had settled in. Cannon Street along the Circle and District Lines. They moved to the Moorgate station on the Northern line when Cannon Street and Black Friar's had been overcome by the Infected. It was why she had warned the pot head not to go that way. He would be as good as dead. It was that battle with the living dead that Marian had lost her mother to the diseased. The Cannon settlement was the reason Marian refused to leave London. She was one of the more skilled fighters and scavengers.
"Look, you either get that van working now. Or I'm going on foot and you'll have to keep up."
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Post by Andaru on Mar 10, 2010 22:32:20 GMT
Robert became very panicky about being put on the spot like this.
"Erm, erm.. Sure, if you get me something to power to use.. If i get gas to power to use.." Robert said frantically, he was getting nowhere fast like this, all of the days events was finally catching up with him.
"Look, get me some gas and I'll get you guys out of here!" He finally managed to blurt out. He looked back at the smoke that was now filling the sky.
"Amy where are we going to get the gas from?" He turned to her waiting for an answer.
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Post by Playle on Mar 11, 2010 22:26:42 GMT
Joe had ran a good distance, and stopped for breath. He still was disgusted by his actions, but his feet ached and he felt he could run no more. He looked around.. familiar.
"Oh for fucks sake, i'm back where I started!" he called out in a wheezy manner. He ripped off one sandal, rubbed his foot, put it back on, and then walked. He saw the van, then the characters still trying to fix it.
He sighed, then walked towards them, completely regretting abandoning them, seeing as they'd stayed safe.
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Post by Taya on Mar 14, 2010 17:46:21 GMT
"You're actually alive" Marian said not caring. "Did you see where that explosion came from?" Was the more important question.
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Post by Playle on Mar 14, 2010 21:26:14 GMT
Joe laughed, hysterically actually, then stopped himself.
"That'd be me, i'm a pyrotechnic it seems. Undergrounds full, especially East. Me and.. another managed to stop some but we required the use of some Diesel.." Joe began, before the mechanic and the woman not talking to him grew very angry expressions at the use of the word diesel.
Joe backed away bit, then realized he wasn't armed.
Hopefully they wouldn't be too pissed.
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Post by Taya on Mar 14, 2010 22:19:49 GMT
"You set off an explosion in the underground?" Marian's voice was dangerously low as she pointed her shotgun at the pothead. "Which station and how much fuel did you use?"
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