Outbreak ((Open RP))

Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Tue Apr 08, 2008 1:39 pm

((It's been 2 days, I'm gonna keep going))

Derica put her hand over her other ear as she struggled to hear; the reception was bad on his end and he was breaking up. "Yeah, Ray, Belmont and 32nd should be close. But you're at work, right? How are you going to get from city hall to the village?" She paused. Oh, no..."Don't do anything too dangerous to get here. If you can't make it, I'll have my cell on and we can work out something else."

Looking back at the others in the room, Derica asked Ray to hold for a second before striding over toward Mikhail, who was watching the woman and the old man with a raher helpless look on his face. "Mikhail, thank you so much for helping me and bringing me here," she began, grasping his hand to shake it. "I need to leave, though; my brother is meeting me at the nearest subway station. Do you have anything, anything at all, that I could take with me to kill these things?"
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Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Tue Apr 08, 2008 1:58 pm

Mikhail looked down at Derica with a solemn look on his face.

"Me." He answered, "I'm leaving, too."

He looked over his shoulder and said something in Russian. The old man and the young woman shared a gaze for a moment. The woman broke it by moving to Mikhail's side.

"This is Olga, she's coming along." He continued, "Who are you talking to?"

Mikhail really didn't want to run off to save some other fool, but he felt compelled to see both these women out of the city.

Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Tue Apr 08, 2008 2:16 pm

After he draw a conciderable distance from the horde behind him, two blocks or so, Vince decided to slow the pace of the bike, he remembered the man splattered in the wall, and he decided he did not want to end up like that, and at any rate, its easier to evade and maneuver at 20 MP/H than at 60 miles, he did this as he turned in one of the streets in a attempt to lose the pursuing mass.

This new streets he was in were filled with apartments and medium sized houses, He no doubt was near from the inner city, this was not a good thing for him, as he wanted to get out, not further in, but as he was meditating this, a loud explosion impacted near from him, taking him out of balance and forcing to jump from the bike.

He landed roughly on the side, but managed to even the impact with his whole body and avoided any serious concusions, the bike however, slided across the pavement making a loud screech before crashing into a near apartment´s wall and sending a few parts from it fling, this was obviously the end of that bike.

Vince got up quickly, unholstering the colt and aimed at the point of the explosion, there was seemingly nothing there, not even a source for the explosion, as there was nothing but pavement and smoke emanating from the blast, he then turned around and spotted a thin figure from the window of a nearby house.

"Dont move! or i will melt your bones right from where you stand!" the figure shouted, it seemed Vince had finaly found he was not alone in this forsaken city, but he was doubting this would be better than dealing with the creatures from before...
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Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Tue Apr 08, 2008 2:42 pm

Daemon smiled to himself. "hmm..I don't even like vodka.." he murrmered as he took a swig of one. "Gah, burns!" he hissed putting the bottle down. He sighed and shook his head. "The only reason I'm taking you my burning lil friend, is because your flamible, and so are whatever those things are.." he said with a small smile on his lips.

He heard movement above, more very muffled voices. He became a bit antsy now. Between Mobsters and Monsters he would take the Mobsters, the worst they would do is shoot him, nice and clean, while those things would eat him alive like that guy in the kitchen. He shook his head slowly.

"Don't think about it, focus, you can survive this, you can get out of here..." He whispered to himself. He was staying in the city when he didn't need to, he was risking his life every minute he was here, and for what? A few hundred thousand dollars of jewels? That was a pretty good reason, but he doubted the things could be bought off so simply.

All he had was that pistol, an extra clip of ammo, several bottles of alchol, his lighter and a crowbar in terms of weapons. He still had his first aid kit in his satchle, and some other things in his back pack, nothing that could be a weapon. He sighed, shaking his head slowly.

"Alright, grab a few more things, get a few watches off the corpses and then time to find me a ride.." he said. He blinked, looking out the front window. A truck sitting in the drive way. He never was good at hot-wiring, but now was not a time to be picky.

He left the body he had been looting where it lay, closing it's eyes. He opened it's wallet. A picture of a wife and kid, beautiful family. Daemon felt his throat tighten, his eyes water a little. He closed the wallet, but not before taking the picture and putting it in the corpse's hand. "Hope you find them in whatever after life you go to." he said softly before moving away from the body.

He smiled softly, moving to the front door. No time for tears, no time for worries, he had to survive, just get the truck, get out of here, get to the highway and just keep going till the gas tank was spitting fumes. He sighed and moved from his position against the wall. His bag snagged something, pulling a table over and causing a loud bang and crash as something fell off it.

"Shit.." he whispered to himself.

He quickly pulled that pistol from his bag, his grip on it shakey. He just hoped the people upstairs didn't hear it, but he hoped even harder that nothing else heard it.
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Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Tue Apr 08, 2008 3:31 pm

Well this is more than a bit unexpected. I wanted a gun, goddamnit! Derica was surprised; she would have thought that Mikhail would have stayed with the woman, Olga, where it was safe.

She realized he had asked her a question. "My brother," she replied, "he's designed the subway systems here and knows the road system and city layout better than anyone I know."

Quickly putting the phone back to her ear, she said, "Okay, Ray, I have two people coming with me. I should be safe coming to meet you." She paused. "Protect yourself. I'll be there as soon as I can."

((Ark, not ignoring you, I was writing it up before I saw your post >< . We can either not hear you as we're in a Panic Room or we can hear you next post.))
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Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Tue Apr 08, 2008 3:44 pm

Raymond had been making his mad dash to the subway stations entrance when he saw the man on the motorcycle zip by, a crowd following. He ducked behind an overturned car.
"And how do you expect me to do that? Just get to the station, I'll meet you there." He flipped his phone closed, jamming it in his pocket.
He rushed to the station, bolting down the stairs, turning a corner and flattening himself against a wall. He was panting slightly, as he glanced quickly around to corner to see if he was followed.
Hell, I must be getting out of shape again.
He jogged down the hall, hopping over the ticket gate. He took mental note of how abandoned the subway seemed, something that had never been so since it had opened.
"Lets see, Belmont and 32nd would be.....east of here....so....left it is."
He turned left, hopping down to the tracks and started jogging.

God I hope none of the trains are being operated right now...

Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Tue Apr 08, 2008 4:04 pm

"For God's sake, give the woman a weapon." The old man said.

Mikhail turned to look at the old man. He reached into his coat and pulled out a .9mm.

"I won't need it."

Mikhail passed it to Derica with a bit of hesitation. Not because he didn't trust her, but because he felt bad leaving Don Gurlokavich unarmed...

Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Tue Apr 08, 2008 4:06 pm

Jeremy's head rolled on his shoulders and he brought it up.
"Touch me with a hot gun and you'll end up outside of the truck."
He grabbed his shirt by the collar and pulled, ripping it off him as the buttons flew apart.
He growled in pain as the cloth around his wound gave way. He bit down on one end, and started wrapping the other end around his wound with his left hand.
"Here, hold this." He mumbled to James about the temporary bandaging, "Or give me something to hold it together with."

Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Tue Apr 08, 2008 4:09 pm

Daemon smiled. He had stayed pinned to the wall for a few moments after knocking over the table. He had not been taccked, yelled at or seen, so he was good to go. He hummed gently as he made his way to the truck. His lock pick kit in hand. "now..lets see.." he jiggled the handle. Locked. That would add some time, but not much. "lets get to work." He said as he bent down and began to fiddle with the lock to the driver's side of the truck.

Less than three minutes later he was under the front dash, trying to get the right wires. His heart was pounding a mile a minute. If he was caught he could be killed. But if he didn't get this truck working he would die in the streets. He refused to just lay down and die. Not now. He gritted his teeth as he continued to try and get the engine to life.

"Work damn you!" he growled under his breath. His bags on the driver's seat, a small flashlight inbetween his teeth to help him see.
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"Shit!"

Turning to look back the way they came, since the sound obviously came from downstairs, Roger pointed a gun down the hallway andwaited. It was a tense minute but when there was no angry horde of infected coming at them, he started to relax a little.

"Alright. Keep your shogun pointed down that hall and watch my back. I'll watch the front."

Slowly moving further into the second floor, he eventually saw pull down stairs that lead to the attic. When he got closer, he noticed something was blocking the actual opening into the attic. He crept up them and tried to move the box.

"Son of a bitch! This thing is heavy."

As he ept trying, the efforts to move the box would obviously alert those in the attic.
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Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Tue Apr 08, 2008 4:39 pm

Her first thought: He fucking hung up on me.
Her second thought: ...holy shit, I have a gun.

Derica put her phone back in her purse (she would've put the gun there, too, but she didn't want to be unprepared...that, and she had no idea if it was on safety) and turned to the old man. "Thank you, sir," she said with an awkward bow.

To Mikhail, she said, "We should be meeting Raymond at the subway station on Belmont and 32nd, and that's only 20 minutes away or so. He's coming from City Hall, so it shouldn't take him too long."

She crossed to the door, but paused, hand on the bolt, before turning back to Mikhail and Olga. "Did...did anyone else hear that?" she asked.
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Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:54 pm

Mikhail scowled and cocked his shotgun.

"Stand back." He ordered.

The hitman opened the attic door and saw the box he'd put over the hole moving. He immediately stormed over to it, kicked it off the opening and aimed his gun down at the unsuspecting man below.

Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Wed Apr 09, 2008 12:25 am

With the sound of something downstair Sam jumped in fear. Feeling how fear slowly seemed to get a grip of him.

But it vanished when Roger told him to watch his back.

"Ye...yes..." he said in response his throat being dry. Following Roger he kept look out what could show up from behind them.
When Roger started working with the ladder or whatever was there, Sam held the shotgun high aimed down the hallway. Breathing slowly as in a atempt to caml himself down.

Please be nothing....
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Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Wed Apr 09, 2008 7:40 pm

James took one of his throwing knives and used that to pin the impromptu bandage around Jeremy's shoulder.

"That should hold for now, until we get to the hospital at-"

CRASH! The semi easily plowed through another abandoned car on the street.

James knew it was unavoidable to hit SOME of the vehicles, considering all the cars on the street, but still,
"Can you at least not hit EVERY car on the way?" James offered Mark a joking remark. "And before you say it, no, I will not drive myself, we'd be upside and on fire before you could blink, again, Nicely luck with cars isn't good luck."

James checked the map again, they weren't far away from the hospital.
Something bugged him though, and he had to say it, "How come, with a city with over hundred-of-thousands, (guessing here thalros), we haven't come across more than a dozen in packs, to even that admittadly small group of a couple hundred back at the warehouse? It's like they're scattered......"

James hoped the hospital didn't have the entire freak residents over there, that would be poor luck.

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"That's it! There's the hospital, Mark!"

James breathed a sigh of relief, seems the place was empty, or at the very least not overrun with zombies, if that's what they are.

"Mark, park somewhere for a quick getaway, I have a feeling we might be leaving in a hurry, and its better to be cautious than dead."
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Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Sat Apr 12, 2008 5:57 pm

Jeremy hopped out of the truck as Mark parked along the emergency room entrance normally reserved for ambulances.
He walked through the sliding doors glancing about.
"Anyone home?" He called out, looking to Mark and James, "Guess not."
He moved onwards, looking around for any medical supplies that would be of use, the entire inside of the building a chaotic mess, this had no doubt been where the outbreak originated from.
"Need to either find someone still alive and sane, or one of you needs to learn enough medical experience to deal with my injury in 20 minutes.."
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