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Post by Skynet on Jun 12, 2009 22:07:01 GMT -5
Bud McKenna sat at the bar, nursing his beer and propping his size thirteen boots up on the counter since there was no one there to tell him otherwise. He sipped with a grimace... the beer was cheap (A Bud, like him) and warm and tasted remarkably like cat piss. Oh well. Down the hatch.
At least he was in a familiar place. Mandy, although she worked nights in a bar like this one, would have thrown a fit if she saw the state he was in now. He hadn't touched a drop in six years and now he was on his ninth beer...or tenth...but who's counting? Ninth, he thought. But what did he care? He was pleasantly buzzed and there was no one to share it with. How depressing.
The old man chugged the last half-pint with a dogged determination and slammed the mug on the bar. It hit the floor with a crash, but the man paid it no mind. He was tired of being alone, tired of being haunted by his memories. So he curled up behind the bar, shoving the beheaded remains of the bartender aside, and drifted off into a drunken sleep where he could just forget it all for a while.
He was just starting to snore quietly when the commotion started outside. In just five more minutes, he would be battling for his life...
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Post by Shiro on Jun 12, 2009 22:24:27 GMT -5
"Fuckity shit fuck!"
Gray sprinted as fast as he could, bat swinging in his right hand violently with his pounding footsteps. His hair blew away from his face and adrenaline pumped through his veins madly. There were too many of them, way too fucking many for him to battle alone-- and that's when he spotted it-- a building missing no windows. He ran forward and threw himself against the door, slamming into it over and over, trying to get the lock to bust and the door to open without him having to break any windows.
"Augh!" He screamed and slammed into it one more time to no avail and turned. He was cornered now, and with nowhere to go he decided he could lock himself in the bathroom once he got inside. Turning swiftly, he swung his bat into the window, shattering it and sending plinking shards of glass glittering in the failing light all around him. He leaped through the open window and landing on his knees inside, despartely seeking out a bathroom or storage room. The bar offered both. Despite his now bleeding knees (which he didn't even feel with all those endocannabinoids running through his brain) he ran inside the one behind the bar and kicked a corpse that was in the way, trying to shove it aside so that he could shut the door, "Come on, tiny, move!!"
Only the corpse wasn't a corpse at all.
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Post by Skynet on Jun 14, 2009 10:38:06 GMT -5
Bud grabbed at the ankle of the leg that kicked him. “Fuck you, asshole,” he slurred, “Whyn'cha let an old man sleep.” Grumpily, he rolled over. His shirt fell open to reveal the “MERCY” tattoo on his chest, but he was oblivious.
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Post by Shiro on Jun 14, 2009 16:14:29 GMT -5
"No dumbass, let go!" Gray kicked him a little harder this time before stopping and looking at him, "Dude, you're alive!" He grinned and sank to his knees, aware of the few zombies awkwardly climbing over the window sill and falling on their backs, looking around helplessly, wondering just what it was they were doing. Gray in the meantime was trying desprately to drag the man into the room with him... then he grew a brain.
Gray jumped over the man and turned on the sink, grabbing the hose there and spraying him, "Get up and into the storage room!"
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Post by Skynet on Jun 14, 2009 22:18:57 GMT -5
Bud swiped halfheartedly at the younger man. Then the cold water water hit his face hard enough to sting. He sputtered and hauled himself to his feet, swatting again at the annoyance who just couldn't leave well enough alone. “You...fucker...” he gasped and hauled back a big beefy fist to knock the punk's lights out.
Before he could land a punch he saw movement out of the corner of his eyes. In his drunken state he thought first that it was too early to be Halloween. But if there was anything Bud wasn't, it was stupid. It may take him a while sometimes, but he always got there eventually. So after about five seconds it registered that yes, those were real zombies, and yes, this was the end of the world. Turns out the punk had a good point. Bud lurched unsteadily down the hall in the direction the young guy indicated.
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Post by Tanjuu on Jun 14, 2009 23:12:34 GMT -5
(I'll try and get the profile up later tomorrow, when I have the time. If I make the profile now, I'll miss the opportunity to jump on in before Bud and Gray make it to the storage room. Besides, I'm fairly sure Gray knows what he looks like.)
Meanwhile, the snoring aged figure of Sergei Petrov was sprawled out against the storage room wall, asleep after a halfhearted attempt to protect his stash of Vodka. Nobody had turned up yet, but there was always the chance some cock-eyed young prick'll barge on in him.
Dozily batting the ushanka on his head and rolling over, he was jolted awake by the sound of a commotion outside. Grumbling angrily; Sergei got to his feet, drew his most trusted AK47 from the trenchcoat pocket and walked outside, and into Hell.
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Post by Shiro on Jun 15, 2009 15:45:19 GMT -5
Gray ran ahead of the other, vaguely aware of the third human in their presence. He quickened his pace and waved for the big guy to get in, "Hurry!" From this angle he could see the other, going outside, "What the fuck?"
Gray ushered the big guy in and slammed the door, "Now! If they get in here, we're doing this Thermopylae style, ok? You go to school?" Gray braced himself for a punch and gripped his bat in case an infected interrupted thir conversation.
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Post by Skynet on Jun 15, 2009 23:46:01 GMT -5
Bud sneered, “'Course I went to school, ya pansy. I invented school. Back in the day I schooled your fuckin' mom. She liked it...” He spat on the ground, narrowly missing the young man's feet. “Whoops,” he added, slipping on the floor and somehow spinning around so that his shotgun was aimed at the door and ready to fire.
“Oh, clumsy me,” he said cheerfully, steadying his gun. “Bring on these mutherfuckers.”
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Post by Shiro on Jun 16, 2009 11:54:37 GMT -5
Gray couldn't help but laugh and jab the other with his bat, "Hey now, hey! My mother was a saint!"
In all truth Gray was the kind of guy that WOULD take offense to a "your mom" joke. He had loved his mother with all the fabric of his being. When he was a little kid, like most little boys, he envied his father and vowed to defeat him in some sort of "Manly Toughness" Tournament and win his mother's heart. As he grew older, that love failed and he saw her more as a woman to protect and cherish rather than one to be taken. When he moved out to Chicago he wrote to her, called her on Sundays, sent her an email every now and then (was even straight up with her about what he was doing [drugs, sex, vandalism] and she never hated him). When the infection hit and he couldn't get a hold of her anymore his heart sank.
He missed her, and although he was laughing now, if he weren't about to fight for his life, he would have probably cried...
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Post by Tanjuu on Jun 16, 2009 17:32:16 GMT -5
Now on the outside of the bar, Sergei came dangerously close to the faces of what the teen and the other old man were fleeing from. An entire horde, a large group of the creatures commonly referred to as the infected.
Well, least I know they had a reason.
The supposed scout of the pack, an ugly son-of-a-bitch with his body decayed to the point of falling apart, came forth to the Russian while the other members stood back and seemed to sniff him out. The odor of methilated spirits may very well have dampened the sense that Sergei was indeed a viable food source. The creature apparently worked this out as it rose up to full height and roared in his face.
If he was in any way intimidated, Sergei did not show it. Instead; he let his right hand off the front handgrip, pulled it back and slammed a meaty paw into the face of the scout. The effect was not disimilar to a watermelon being whacked with a sledgehammer, pieces of brittle skull and rotten flesh exploded outwards in a shower of gore.
Steadily gaining momentum back in the direction of the bar, he retrieved a single bottle of Vodka from his trenchcoat pocket, the one he kept on standby in case of 'emergencies.' The horde took this as a sign to make their move and began to run at him all at once. The bottle was raised and thrown into the air at the entrance to the bar an instant before Sergei leapt through. Hitting the hard floor and skidding forward, he pulled a small lighter off the bar counter, ignited it and hurled it at the entrance the moment the bottle hit the floor.
"Last call, fuckers!"
Explosion.
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Post by Skynet on Jun 16, 2009 21:09:53 GMT -5
“My mother was a Puritan bitch,” Bud said fondly. “Greatest saint ever to walk the Earth. I bet she would eat your mom alive.” He paused. “I mean, not in a zombie way, or a lesbian way. In a saintly way. God dammit. Gimme about a quart of good black coffee and I'll be sober in 10.”
That was when the explosion rocked the building. Bud was thrown heavily into the wall. One foot landed in the mop bucket, the other was splayed across the floor so that he was doing a painful split. The old man groaned.
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Post by Shiro on Jun 16, 2009 23:23:22 GMT -5
Gray jerked and was thrown forward. He landed on Bud and clutched to him for a few moments, awaiting for another jerk forward. Once he was sure that was the only one, he sat up slowly and looked around for his bat, one hand still gripping Bud's shirt.
"The fuck?"
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Post by Tanjuu on Jun 17, 2009 17:41:58 GMT -5
Back at the aftermath of the explosion, Sergei was in a relativly large amount of pain. Only relativly; the rest was a numb sensation on the very top of his head, but the pain meant he was still alive in the very least.
He opened his eyes and grimaced as he noted the numb sensation was from his ushanka being alight. Whipping it off with his left arm and bashing it against the floor, he proceeded to slowly rise to his feet. Dashing off in the direction of the storage room, he banged on the door with a closed fist.
"Whatever the hell you lovers are doing in there, finish up and brace yourself, there's more to come!"
Now officially prepped, Sergei raised his AK47 and fired into the remaining horde members with a loud roar.
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Post by Skynet on Jun 20, 2009 22:56:57 GMT -5
Bud gurgled plaintively and shoved the man off him in disgust. “What are you, queer or somethin'?” he snarled. “Leggo my shirt. You stay here and hold the fort. I gotta take a piss.” Then he stumbled toward the door.
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Post by Shiro on Jun 21, 2009 20:16:51 GMT -5
Gray crawled off the other carefully and located his bat. He picked it up, tested its weight and then smiled before turning and putting his free hand on his hip and cocking it to the side and in a very gay lisp said, "So what if I am, big boy?" He then threw his head back and laughed before stepping back into the bar to see what happened.
Here he saw a man firing rambo style into the waves on infected, "You dumbass," he screamed over the roar of the gunfire, "Shut the fuck up!" He waved his arms trying to get the man's attention before turning and going back toward the storage room, "Later, homes."
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