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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 4:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 5:19 pm
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Jeremy sat on top of the Battle-Wagon in the middle of Central Park, smoking a cigarette, one of the precious few he had, he put it in his mouth and aimed his nail gun. He fires, making a zombie fifty feet away drop to the ground, he didn't know why the zombies never flocked to Central Park, they seemed to avoid it unless there was some really juicy meat, maybe they didn't like nature, because he only saw a few in the forests. He'd seen several fat survivors run out onto the park and get eaten, but if he sat there, for the most part they ignored him, he saw Patrick coming with the flare and mutters "What the f**k..." grabbing his flamethrower and slings it on his back, gripping the nozzle. He watched Patrick suspiciously, letting a short blast of flames into the air, trying to get his attention, but also drawing a few zombies eyes.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 7:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 2:42 pm
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Jeremy looked at Bianca with some amazment, he hadn't seen a woman since the infection, aside from zombies, of course, and replies "Meet, what the h**l are you talking about? I just come here to relax, most of the undead seem to avoid Central Park..." and crushes the remainder of the cigarette to the top of the truck and jumps off, leaning against the Battle-Wagon, looking at the others with some suspicion, and gestures to the nozzle, saying "Cause trouble, and you won't live to see tommorow, which is a gamble anway, sorry, but I can't trust nobody anymore..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 3:21 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 3:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 4:15 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 4:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 5:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 5:42 pm
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Patrick turned the flashlight mounted on the underside of his Desert Eagle on as he entered the building, he shined it down the hall, nothing...he turned around and pointed it the opposite direction...so far so good, he let one hand fall back down to his side as he walked through the hall, holding up the gun and light with his right. He looked behind him at Bianca, "Theres no reason to be worried, the doors wouldn't have been locked if the zombies made it in, unless one of the Evacuees was bitten, we shouldn't see any action in here." He let the light shine on a sign, he read it, "Stairs, left, medical bay, right." He turned to the left and started walking...
Patrick tested the door at the top of the stairs...locked...He shoved the muzzle of his Desert Eagle into the lock then fired a shot off. He kicked the door and it swung open. He looked around, there was a chopper at the other end of the roof, it looked flyable, he started to turn around and signal for the others to step up onto the roof when a pair of teeth sunk down into the shoulder of his BDU...
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 7:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 8:30 pm
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Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 4:25 pm
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Inkspills "Still.. I'd rather not let down my gaurd, if it's all the same to you.." she said, laughing dryly and putting her gas mask on. She lifted her hood over head and fished a small flashlight out of one of her pockets, wedging it in a spot on her gun. She followed along with Patrick, jumping ad making another noise as he fired a shot to get the door open. "You're abotu as subtle as a cow in a crosswalk.." She watched him go up onto the roof, heading up the stairs a big to keep him within her sight. That's when she saw the zombie chomp down onto Patrick's shoulder. "s**t!" She said, running up the step and basically stabbing the barrel of her gun into the zombie's head and firing off shots to make sure it was good and dead. She grabbed its neck, thankful she wore gloves, and tosses the once-moving corpse to the side. "Are you alright, Patrick?" "Umm... I'm just going to go after them. good luck out here," Darryl said as he turned to go after Patrick and Bianca into the building. Then he heard Bianca and rushed to see what was going on. "What hap..." Darryl started to say when he saw the bite in Patrick's shoulder, "Never mind. Ummm... here have take this." Darryl grabs his first aid kit and tossed it to Patrick, "Um... I'm going to make sure the chopper is empty and um... wait in there, I guess," Darryl then goes to the chopper finding it empty and waits inside keeping himself faced away from Bianca and Patrick, since he didn't want to let them see him cry silently to himself as he remembers killing his parents.
((sorry about the absence, my internet ain't working so i'm trying to update at school when i can))
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 5:39 pm
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Jeremy lowered the weapon and scowled, but followed them, as there was strength in numbers, he torched all the bodies he saw, not trusting them to STAY dead. He followed them up the stairs and see's Patrick being bitten, as soon as the zombie is dead, he raises the nozzle, he says "This man may be infected, it's a bit too dangerous to let him live, I won't kill him...that's your choice, but I advise you to kill him, it's for the best..." and he looks away momentarily, not comfortable with what he just said, he'd hated having to treat fellow human beings this way, but it'd kept him alive, and right now, staying alive was at the top of the list.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 9:02 am
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Patrick chuckled lightly as he rose to his feet, he nodded at Bianca, "Thanks for the save.". Patrick slowly turned and looked at Jeremy, "No need to worry kid, I'm in a BDU." He pointed at the spot where the zombie had bitten him, the kevlar mesh was covered with spittle, but not broken. "The military has some gear that civilians don't." He began walking towards the helicopter.
Patrick stepped into the helicopter's cockpit and looked at the wiring, a zombie had bitten it a few times for some reason, he turned and looked at the others, "Two questions, can anyone fly a chopper? and can you guys hold the stairs down, its going to be noisy when i get this thing fixed."
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