Tanjuu
Zombie Hunter
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Post by Tanjuu on May 28, 2009 6:11:42 GMT -5
(Minor experimentation occuring folks, just testing a theory I've been working on.)
The world slowly began to fade into focus, various blurred objects gained definition and the darkness at the edges of his vision receded. Instantly, an unnatural amount of pain flooded into his limbs as the figure staggered to his feet.
Oh good Goddess, who and where the hell am I?
Rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand, Jack attempted to come to grips on his surroundings. He was in a hallway of an apartment building... right next to a few dead people. Quite a wake up call for any person in a situation like this. Peering closely at the corpses showed a large gash in each one of their torsos, like a creature had slashed at it.
Retrieving a small pocket mirror from the breast pocket of the dead man on his left, Jack looked into the mirror and noted 'his' features. Apparently he looked ok, pale brown eyes, short white teeth, matted hair and black spectacles.
Huh, so it turns out I'm not exactly horrible looking. That's kind of a plus. Now lemme see if I can't find my way out of here.
He then headed for what he assumed was the stairs down, eager to figure out just what was going on outside.
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Post by Shiro on May 28, 2009 16:06:48 GMT -5
Jonas made his way up the stairs silently, searching for anyone that would have survived that massacre. He and his girl had survived, but he decided that it was best to let her rest for now and for him to do all the work scoping this place out. If he found survivors, they had friends. If he found zombies-- well, tough shit.
Jonas didn't look like he was surviving a zombie invasion. He looked like he was playing the hero in a modern western. Completely decked out in cowboy gear complete with criss-crossed gun belts over his hips. He was interesting all right, but not particularly intimidating-- yet, anyway. He looked up see see a man stumbling toward him. His pale blue eyes focused on the man and he raised his revolver, "Is you is or is you ain't a zombie?"
Sort of a weak joke and he doubted the man would get it even if he weren't infected, but he assumed anything was worth a shot. He offered the man a smile, but did not lower the gun. His lips parted and he tried again, "You ok?"
There. That's how you make friends, old man, show 'em a little kindness-- not threaten to blow their head off and make a cheesy Tom & Jerry reference.
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Tanjuu
Zombie Hunter
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Post by Tanjuu on May 29, 2009 4:01:02 GMT -5
Turning on the corner of the stairs, Jack walked right into the viewing line of what only could be described as Revolver Ocelot's estranged brother. And he was pointing one of those shiny firearms right at his head.
Quite normally, this would have garnered at the least a double take. However Jack was not exactly in his right state of mind and ended up ignoring this fact. He instead responded to the man's question as best he could.
"To tell you the truth, I don't think I'd remember if I was. I can't tell you who I am at the moment, but could you tell me who you are?"
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Post by Shiro on May 30, 2009 13:42:05 GMT -5
((OMG LOL! I just looked up "Revolver Ocelot" and yeah, that's totally what he looks like, haha-- only less-- BIG.))
Jonas chuckled inwardly before lowering his gun, "Ye seem fine enough to me." He extended his hand toward the man instead, "Yer looking mighty wobbly, there, son, would you like me to help you down these stairs, I wont call ye a pussy fer it." He laughed and tossed some long silver bangs from his eyes. But don't think for a second that Jonas had gone soft and dumb just like that, his free hand was still resting on the butt of the second revolver. He was wary of the other, watching his moves closely.
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Tanjuu
Zombie Hunter
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Post by Tanjuu on May 31, 2009 2:03:11 GMT -5
"No no, I think I'll be right."
Attempting to steady himself against the railing of the stairs, Jack made an effort to move down the steps. This failed spectaculary as he tripped and fell clean down to the bottom, hitting each step on the way down. From the bottom, Jack groaned in pain.
"Ok, turns out I'm not..."
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Post by Shiro on May 31, 2009 2:11:01 GMT -5
Jonas whirled and ran down the stairs to the man. He had tried to catch him when he fell, but failed as the man slipped through his arms. He reached him and helped him up slowly, brushing him off, "If I have to pick ye up I will." He smiled and placed a hand on the man's shoulder waiting for a reply, "You ok, son?" It was the second time he asked, but he thought the man avoided it the first time. "Once we get outside, Eve can help us out."
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Tanjuu
Zombie Hunter
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Post by Tanjuu on May 31, 2009 3:28:03 GMT -5
"Eve?" It seemed a harmless enough question, and any help is good help.
She sounds like a nice person, maybe she's quite the looker! And maybe I'm gonna walk right into the fist of this guy when it turns out he's related to this 'Eve.' Now why did I think that anyway?
"Well," Jack said as he braced himself and straightened up. "Let's go see her then."
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Post by Shiro on May 31, 2009 15:23:03 GMT -5
Jonas beamed with pride, "Eve is the best damn granddaughter a man like me could ever pray to have!" He loved his Eve and it showed on his face, in his glittering eyes. He had taken her in and done everything he could for her and in turn she had done everything she could for him. In a land where zombies roamed and every human was in danger, he couldn't have asked for a better team mate.
Jonas led the man outside to where a woman in coveralls was standing. Her coveralls weren't doing their job, however, she had the top portion unzipped and hanging about her waist, a black leather belt holding them up. In their stead she wore a white tank top, surprisingly still clean. Her jaw-length messy black hair whipped around her face dramatically in the failing sunlight as she turned to face the men. In her hands was a deadly M-249, glowing a soft orange, yet retaining its menacing appearance. There was a part of her that matched this deadly look-- her eyes. Her eyes were black as pitch and held and icy glare that anyone would submit to. She stared at the man in her grandfathers arms a moment longer before walking over to them.
--only it was more like a saunter. Eve made her way over, her hips swaying minimally, the gun she held, pointed downward, swaying slightly between her legs with each step. Her boots made hollow thunking sounds against the pavement, akin to the sound of a hero in a movie's footsteps as he walks to stand over his fallen enemy. When she reached them she shook her hair from her eyes and the breeze blew it backward, completely exposing her face, "What d'you got there, Jonas?" It should have been humorous but she sounded as if she was asking her child where he got the four pound frog he was holding.
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Post by Skynet on Jun 1, 2009 21:25:02 GMT -5
Donovan Rodrigues was tired, hungry, and pissed off. “Stay right here”, she said. “I'll be back with more medicine,” she said. Bullshit. So here he was, days later, squatting in the alley behind the hospital like a damn hobo. The little boy lifted a slender brown arm, pointed his finger, and pretended to shoot a lamppost. “Bam!” he whispered. “Fuck yeah!” He raised his imaginary 45 for another shot right when the door opened. Donny was so surprised he fell over. He scrubbed at his eyes with his sleeve to make sure he was seeing things right. Yep, there they were, two men had just come out the door and were now talking to a woman who had pretty much appeared out of thin air.
It wasn't his mom. But Donny was in bad shape. Hell, he'd do anything; he'd even give a zombie a blow job if there was food involved. And maybe, just maybe, these people had some food. He crept a little closer...
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Post by Skynet on Jun 12, 2009 18:21:58 GMT -5
[[This one died so attempting to revive...]]
...And closer still...
Donny liked the look of the old man, so he scampered up, put his arms around the old guy's leg, and tried to make himself look small and cute. “Please sir, can I have some more?” he quoted, looking up at the man through the fringe of hair that fell over his eyes. “Don't hurt me, I mean you no harm, I just want something to eat,” the little boy rattled off. “I'll go away if you give me some food, I promise.”
Then he looked at the other two. One of whom had a certain strange aura... “HOLY SHIT You're infected!” Donny howled and hid behind the old man, drawing his switchblade and brandishing it at the creature.
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Post by Shiro on Jun 12, 2009 22:11:21 GMT -5
Eve looked down at the kid and spat, "You get away from him ya little beggar." -- meaning her grandpa, fuck the other guy. She smiled and knelt next to him, "I'm sorry... me and Jonas don't have any food."
She looked back up to her Grandpa, dark eyes meeting his blue ones, "Can we trust this guy?" She gripped the kids shoulder, showing him that she didn't want him to leave either.
Jonas met her gaze and gave her a weary smile, "I reckon, but if he decides to turn against us, howzabout we all remember the faces of our fathers, eh?"
Eve rolled her eyes and shrugged the weight of her gun, "Whatever, pops."
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Post by Skynet on Jun 14, 2009 10:28:08 GMT -5
Donny winced as the woman's grip on his shoulder tightened. He spat on the ground as she had done a few seconds ago, to show that he wasn't afraid of her. He could be just as tough as she was. More, because he didn't have a dad and apparently no longer had a mom. And he was Donovan A. Rodrigues, who had gotten out of more scrapes and kicked more zombie ass than she could even begin to imagine. He glared, eyes straight ahead. If they had no food, then he was going to get the hell out of here and get some, no thanks to them.
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Post by Shiro on Jun 14, 2009 16:18:58 GMT -5
Eve stood and sighed, throwing the shoulder strap of her gun over her head and crossing her arms, looking down at the boy, hip cocked out to the side, "Think you're tough shit, don't you, kid?" she glared at him, "I have a god damned NutraGrain." She shoved her hand into her pocket and thrust the half bar toward the kid, "Here."
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Post by Skynet on Jun 14, 2009 16:44:44 GMT -5
Donny snatched the bar and inhaled it. “You're the greatest,” he exalted through a mouthful of crumbs. “Will you marry me?” He switched from hanging onto the old man's leg to grabbing the woman around the waist. Then, licking his lips to get every last particle of strawberry-flavored goodness, he gestured at the final member of their party. “What's with that dude? When did he get bit?”
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Tanjuu
Zombie Hunter
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Post by Tanjuu on Jun 14, 2009 17:42:25 GMT -5
Infected? Bitten? Oh shitbuckets. This is something clean out of a John Romero flick. And I'm gonna end up as the title role if I can't remember at least one redeeming factor. Christ, erm... Don't these bites take an hour or so to set in? Isn't that the general rule with the undead? And this bitemark on my neck seems to be almost healed up, suggesting a puntcure of over a week at most. So why aren't I 'infected?'
"I think I'll field that one. I can't remember when I got bitten, kind of a bust but I don't expect ya to believe me. All I know is that it's practically healed itself and I don't have a hankering for flesh yet."
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