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Post by Skynet on May 5, 2009 23:44:23 GMT -5
Donovan could barely suppress a smirk as his mom snatched the machine gun from mid-air and fired off a rapid trio of bullets into the flames. Just like Rambo or something. He grabbed the old Beretta from where it lay on the concrete and imitated her. “Pow!” And just like that, a dead zombie toppled out of the blaze. Holy shit!
But he knew they were still in deep shit. Tall-Dude and Young-Guy had already jumped to the other roof with Hot-Rod; Army-Dude was nowhere to be seen. That wasn't quite fair, was it? For them to leave him and his mom there? He couldn't help it if his legs were too short to jump. And he was damn good at other things, like baseball and climbing.
Alright...so we're stuck on a roof with a bajillion zombies. What would Dad do? What would motherfucking Batman do? Betcha he never had to deal with anything like this. Donny looked around and spotted a steel chain wrapped around a post. He unwrapped it slowly. 6 feet...8...10... 12 feet... It would have to be enough. He lugged it to the edge of the roof. Batman had his utility belt, Donny had a chain and a switchblade.
Suddenly a deeper roar arose from the middle of the zombies. A cannibal was approaching.
Just in the nick of time he hollered over all the ruckus, “Yo Spider-Monkey! Catch!” and flung the chain with all his might.
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Post by Shiro on May 6, 2009 1:34:15 GMT -5
Gray smiled vividly and looked across to the kid with the chain. Spider-Monkey was an accurate name for him. He ran forward when he saw what the kid was doing. He leaped forward and reached out a hand, grasping for the chain, but it fell short. Panic arose as he identified the roar as that of a Cannibal. A sickening chill ran across the back of his head as he breifly imagined the boy being swept away by the beast. He climbed on top of the railing that circled the building he, the mafioso and the Speed Racer were on and cupped his hands around his mouth, projecting his voice as loud as he could.
"Yo, kid! Toss it again, fast!"
Perhaps this was too loud, for it caught the attention of the Cannibal. Gray looked up in horror to see the hulking form silhouetted against the mid-day sky, coming toward him. He jumped to the left and rolled out of the way, the mass of the Cannibal crashing into the asphalt beside him with a breath-taking thump. Gray considered brandishing his bat toward the creature and shook it away, calling over his shoulders to the ones who accompanied him, "Take him out, will ya?"
He knew that they would be pissed at him for abandoning them, but he rushed back to the railing, waving his arms excitedly to the boy, "Kid!"
The Cannibal, lured by the sound of, not Gray's voice, but Setsuna's gunfire, lurched toward the two men ahead of it before placing its fists against the ground and barreling toward them. It let out another earth shattering cry and reached out it's hands to smash the gunman.
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Tanjuu
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Post by Tanjuu on May 6, 2009 5:40:55 GMT -5
Feeling a resounding thump in the ground, Tanjuu removed his right earplug briefly and turned around to find a large familiar cannibal rushing horribly towards him.
"Fuckhow'dyoufindmeagain?"He managed to ask before dodging out of the way. The large form barrelled clean past and rounded in another attempt which connected this time, knocking them both to the ground. "Shit, aren't we being a bit forward?" Tanjuu said aloud, "No dinner or anything?" The confusion caused by this comment stopped the Cannibal from biting his face off, so he grinned and slipped out from underneath and reached into his jacket.
Pulling out the Tommygun and leveling it with the recouperating creature, Tanjuu quickly tried to come up with a one-liner to end it with. Settling with one, he shouted "Hungry? Then eat this!" A bit weak as far as they go, but satisfactory. He then pulled the trigger and shouted in action hero fashion as the bullets drove into the Cannibal's body.
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Post by Skynet on May 7, 2009 0:23:26 GMT -5
It wasn't quite far enough. Through the haze and the smoke Donovan could see his mom beginning to falter. The old familiar pain caused his chest to clench up. Reeling the chain back hand over hand he panted, feeling each breath like a knife. Each muscle in his arms was screaming with adrenaline and lack of oxygen. He sure as hell didn't think he could throw it again.
Just a few feet away, a zombie burst from the flames, making a beeline straight for Donny. The infected's rags were ablaze, and it was letting out an unholy shriek. He reached for the Beretta but his hands were too slippery with sweat to get a good hold. Oh God don't let me die. He thought for a second and rephrased. At least not before I make it to the major leagues.
When he could almost smell the thing's gnarly breath he stopped, dropped and rolled like he was on fire too and lashed out with his hands and feet, hoping to kick it in the balls or hook it with the chain. Instead, it went over the side of the building, flailing and groaning.
Looking over the edge of the roof, Donny saw that the infected hadn't fallen to its death. Unfortunately. To the contrary, its greedy grasping fingers had caught a ledge and it was now dragging its nasty zombie self up the side of the adjacent building at a decent clip. The pit of his stomach got cold for a second. It looked like the tall guy had his hands full with an enormous cannibal. In fact, it looked like they all already had their hands full over there. Yet another zombie was gonna make things difficult.
But, miracle of miracles, the bloody thing was dragging the end of the chain behind it. The other end was still attached firmly to the post.
Donny, now hoarse from yelling, glanced to make sure the younger man was watching and gave a huge thumbs up in victory. Ball's in your court now, mister. Kill that sonuvabitch and get that chain.
Then, with a terrific loud war whoop, he ran to Jill's side, brandishing his pistol and hoping for the best.
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Post by Setsuna Kirios on May 7, 2009 0:53:23 GMT -5
Setsuna hardly noticed the cannibal, at least until the jumper man unleashed a fusillade of rounds into the thing's mid-section. Slamming the action close on his own submachine gun Kirios let loose a stream of nine millimeter rounds to compliment the .45 caliber slugs already tearing into the beast. Flesh and other unmentionables flew from the Cannibal's body.
"Yippee Yia Yay Kia Yo Muther Fucker!" Some how, being with more people gave Setsuna a burst of endorphins. His normal, shaded self, being drowned out by gunfire and adrenaline. Spinning around he let loose another ten rounds at the doorway, slipping the emptied clip into his belt and reaching for his third and final clip he prepare to fire again, carefully this time. Sure, he had plenty of rounds for the weapon, but clips were harder to come by.
Deep blue eyes looked at the chaos unfolding before him. Splattered cannibal on the cement beside him, flaming zombies rushing up the stairs towards the mother and the child, and, if his ears were not failing him, the call of a not too distant siren.
Wait a second, I siren?
"A fuck, a Siren?" He had dealt with a few of those in his days. In his days, what a joke, made him sound old. Opening the door to his car Kirios slipped in, setting key to ignition he turned the key backward. With the electronics on he cranked the stereo. Two 14-in subs, located more or less in the back seats and far back of the trunk, began to boom. A quick twirl of his thumb and his iPod had selected a bass tester track, pushing the output of the subs to their max and nearly drowning out the gunfire.
Now, just to worry about the noise attracting more zombies. Luckily, they were like lemmings, once a few went running into a building the rest followed, en masse.
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Post by Shiro on May 7, 2009 1:46:01 GMT -5
Gray returned the victorious gesture to the boy. He looked down as the zombie pulled itself onto the railing he stood on and jumped backward off of it. He knocked his bat against his shoulder a few times, put his free hand in his pocket, jutted his jaw forward and kicked one foot out, looking very impatient.
"Come on, grandpa."
The zombie finally reached him. Gray could smell the roasting flesh, and to his displeasure, it almost smelled good. He hadn't eaten in days, roasted anything smelled good. Gray watched as the zombie stopped and rested one hand on the railing, looking as if it was catching its breath. For a moment Gray saw a holocaust victim, not a monster, and felt genuinely sorry for it, "Wore out, buddy?" He offered it a friendly smile, "Me too."
It almost pained him to do so, but he raised his bat and swung straight downward, the impact vibrating through his arms as the zombie's brain was punctured by the fragments of its skull. He watched as what was once a human crumpled and fell. He smiled sadly and stuck his bat into his shorts, bending and taking the chain in his hands. He un-looped it from the zombie's ankle and wrapped it several times around the railing, waving at the boy and his mom to start working their way across.
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Post by Skynet on May 7, 2009 16:23:10 GMT -5
Gillian was wearying rapidly. The gun was one fine-ass piece of machinery, but she couldn't keep mowing down zombies- there were just too many of them. Something was going to break. And sure enough, it did. As she lurched backwards to keep out of range of a vermin, she came down on the side of her foot, her knee buckled under her, and then she hit the rooftop hard. Letting out a single whimper, she coiled up so that she could lash out a couple times with with her good leg before she was killed.
Suddenly, there was the sharp retort of a pistol just over her head. The vermin growled and collapsed in a heap. “C'mon, get up!” Donovan tugged her arm insistently. Scrabbling to her feet wasted several valuable seconds. But then she saw that he had somehow managed to macgyver a way to get to the other rooftop. Limping painfully, she made it to the edge of the roof. A three-quarter inch chain was stretched tight between the two rooftops, 14 stories above the ground. She could see the young man on the other side, waving his arms in a great big “Hurry up!” gesture.
What the hell is it about Chicago? Is this where all the motherfucking geniuses are? It was the first time the two of them had run into any rational human beings since before the change. The last uninfected guy they encountered was in Dallas. He had shot at them on sight, grazing Jill's shoulder and causing them several days of travel time, not to mention valuable painkillers and bandages. And these guys were not only sane, they were actually helpful.
Jill peeled off her jacket and tossed it over the wire. She gave it a cursory tug, then decided she really didn't care if it held her weight or not. Welcome to the glamorous lives of the royally fucked. It was game face time. She swung both legs over the rail and pushed off down the makeshift zipline. Donny followed suit, yelling “YEE-HAW!!!!” at the top of his lungs.
A cold rush of air and then BAM! Impact. Jill hauled herself over the railing and lifted Donny by the scruff of his sweatshirt. She spun him around, checking for telltale bitemarks. Nothing. She wiped her face with her forearm, grimacing at the close call.
Then, satisfied, Jill put on her best sexy swagger and walked over to the guy. “You,” she proclaimed over the thrumming bass of the car, “Totally saved our asses.” Then she gave him a resounding smooch on the cheek.
Before the young man could say a word, though, she was several paces back, machine gun leveled at his heart. “D, cover those other two motherfuckers.”
“You got it.” Donny drew his pistol and stepped over what used to be a cannibal. She didn't even want to think about how it got into so many pieces.
Then she growled, “Bite check, everyone. And you had better the fuck be clean.” Then introductions. Then we get the hell out of here.
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Tanjuu
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Post by Tanjuu on May 7, 2009 17:40:35 GMT -5
The cannibal dropped to the ground in a heap, generally the sign that it's dead. Tanjuu was just about to give out the complimentry victory dance that came with every death of the creatures, but was stopped as somehow the single female parent and her kid zip-linned the gap, the kid cheering as he went.
The lady then proceeded to seductivly walk over to the teenager and kissed him on the cheek! "Lucky son of a bitch," Tanjuu murmered under his breath. "Take down a motherfuggen' cannibal, he ties a rope and he gets the love of the gal." Then a thought intercepted his brain. Hang on a tick, where'd the GI Joe knockoff get to? If he's dead, I'm taking the bullets off his corpse.
The order was called to check for bitemarks and he obliged, checking over the width and breadth of his body. Taking off his jacket and checking all limbs and, as usual, was effectively clean. Putting it back on and adjusting his fedora, Tanjuu leant up again the railing and let the others continue to check themselves, pervertedly glimpsing at the woman as she did.
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Post by Shiro on May 7, 2009 18:35:20 GMT -5
Gray smiled as the kid yelled. He was right, it was pretty refreshing to have kids around. When the woman came over and kissed him his smile deepened and he looked up to her, saluting with two fingers and in a slurred southern drawl he said, "All in a day's work, ma'am. And it wasn't me that saved you either-- it was your kid." He put a hand on the boy's shoulder and shook him, "You're a good kid."
When Jill instructed that they all check for bite marks, Gray removed his tank top and looked down at his chest. A few scratches and bruises, but nothing that vaguely resembled a bite. He turned around, his bare back catching the sunlight in a way that made him look like a painting from World War II of a prisoner of war. His back was clean, he assumed, but he figured he'd check with the others, "All clear?"
He closed his eyes and let out a long breath, relaxing himself, "We made it." He could still hear the Siren in the distance, calling her sad song into the city air, slowly cooling with the sunset. He hoped she was retreating.
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Post by Skynet on May 7, 2009 22:04:43 GMT -5
Although her knee throbbed and her side was skinned, Jill was relatively pristine. She had blood on her face and hair, but none of it was hers. She surveyed the little group. It was an odd assortment. They were all bigger than she was, and better armed, too. The driver of the sports car was looking at her expectantly through the window of his vehicle, and the guy who had helped with the chain was reclining on the rail. There was a familiar leer on the face of the tall man, but his face cleared quickly when he saw her looking.
Well, better get things straight, fast. If she put herself in charge now then there was a much lower chance that they would mutiny later, or take her supplies and leave her and Donny helpless.
“Guys, my name's Jill Casey.” She spoke evenly, “25 years old, Stanton, Texas. I don't have any food on me. I'm pretty good for ammo. I do have a first aid kit, but I get to decide who uses it and when.” She paused for a moment and pulled Donny close to her side. “If you fuck with us I will rip you apart.”
The breeze ruffled Jill's short dark hair. Her back straight, she stared down the others, one by one. The siren trilled again, this time barely audible over the bass.
A siren's strength increased when it got closer to its victims. At this distance, the compulsion was just a tiny tug, but any closer, and they were in trouble. Suddenly the wind felt a lot colder. But she couldn't go anywhere until she knew if she could trust the three men on the rooftop.
She focused in on the others. “What's your story?”
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Post by Shiro on May 7, 2009 22:50:03 GMT -5
Gray smiled and leaned against the railing listening to the woman (her name was Jill) talk. He looked around and decided that it was his turn to talk before these wads of pure unadulterated testosterone went off an tangents about how they were from the badlands and had nuttin'! He smirked to himself before he lurched forward and waved from a slouched position, swinging his bat up to rest across his shoulders, "I'm Gray... made of fail." He laughed.
"I'm nineteen years young, um... I weigh less than I should and I'm not a million feet tall at all. I'm from Nowheresville, Kansas.... and I uh, fight with a bat!" He grinned and crossed his right leg over his left, "I haven't eaten in a few days... I don't trust any water I find and I haven't had any human contact in about a month." He laughed lightheartedly and leaned heavily on his bat, using it as a support.
He liked these people. Most of them anyway. He had a bit of a problem with Racer X over there-- he made Gray's game a little too easy. He liked thinking about the fact that his life finally did what he always wanted it to do. Gray was born and raised on video games and his life had finally become one. Just having a crap ton of ammo and guns handed to him seemed like cheating to him. He tapped his bat against the pavement, happy with the satisfying weight in his hands.
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Tanjuu
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Post by Tanjuu on May 8, 2009 0:02:54 GMT -5
Any appearances of perversion had been efficiently wiped clean from his exterior when she'd glanced at him, but Tanjuu still reckoned that she knew what he was getting at. Instinctivly he lowered the fedora over his eyes as an attempt at apologising. He instead focused on the others of the group, Burnt was sitting in the sports car and staring back out at everyone else while the luck-stricken S.O.B adolescent was reclining on the rail, as was Tanjuu at the time.
The parent introduced herself as Jill Casey, but left the identity of the youth next to her a mystery. Note the first aid kit that she carried, a great resource if required during another horde attack. She also threatened with physical violence those who would be inclined to screw her over. Wow, Tanjuu thought to himself. The chick's got spunk, quite admirable for a situation such as this.
She then asked around for an introduction from the others over the sound of a possible approaching siren, Tanjuu decided to take his after the teen’s almost comical self evauluation (During of which he identified himself as Gray). Alright, he said to himself. Time to look like a badass...
"For the record," he began, "the name's Tanjuu Shageki. Former member of the New York mafia and a man who, I will be honest, would shoot you the moment betrayal crossed your minds." Pulling out a cigar from his right breast pocket and lighting it with a pocket Zippo, he took a puff and held the cigar between his teeth. “Dangerously accurate with a magnum, well off with a Thompson, stocked up on ammunition for either one.” He said with a hand gesture that should convey the message: ‘If I come across ammunition I don’t need, it’s as good as yours.’
Gazing over at Brunt, he asked “Alright make it quick, what’s the deal with you and why should I trust you to watch my back?”
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Post by Setsuna Kirios on May 8, 2009 0:14:27 GMT -5
The bass reduced slightly and the youth stepped from his car. "Name's Kirios. Setsuna Kirios. Umm, I'm 19, was a freshman at Evergreen State Collage when, well, this happened." He shrugged waving about before motioning to his body. "As you can see, I ain't that big; Thats why I like my car. I hail from Everett, Washington. Osaka Japan originally though." He smirked and chuckled slightly. "And before you ask, the ammo and guns came from a police swat station. Suckers must have lost the key to their gun cabinet when the shit hit the fan, left it all for my taken." He looked each man, then the woman, in the eyes. "I have plenty to share," he nodded to the Mafioso, "Cept for you. I have plenty of 9mm rounds. Parabellum, so they will fit most of our pistols." Leaning back against his car he shook his hair out of his eyes.
It wasn't his fault that he had guns. Really, he just planned ahead and got a lucky break. One that wouldn't last much longer if that damn siren got any closer. "If you people want a ride, I'm game. One rule though. No chambered rounds, in any gun, at any time, in the car. I don't want to hit a bump and have someone shoot their foot, or the back of my head." Setsuna chewed on the inside of his cheek, "As for food, I have a few power bars and two gallons of water."
He looked at the woman, she seemed to want to take charge. Fine with him, as long as she didn't try to interfere with his driving. He'd back her up too, mostly because he could count on her to fight to the last. A son must be a pretty powerful motivator.
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Post by Shiro on May 8, 2009 2:51:51 GMT -5
Gray chuckled at the introduction of the first and nearly doubled over after the introduction of the second.
Just as I thought.
He smiled up to the mafioso, he called himself Tan-Jew or something, right? Gray couldn't help but chuckle again... which crecendoed quickly into a full on cackle, "Really?" He looked around at them, raising his arms with exasperation, "Really?" He looked at his feet and shook his head, "You have GOT to be shittin' me."
He pointed at Tan-Jew with his bat, "You sound like some shitty action film." He smirked and looked over to the racer, "Go Speed Racer Gooo~!" He shook his head again as he swung his bat back up to his shoulders, draping his wrists over the cold blood-spattered metal shaft.
He looked to Jill and Donovan, offering them a friendly smile, "You guys are the shit, though." He looked down to the boy and sauntered over to him, bat still on his shoulder. He put a hand on his shoulder and spun him toward the other men, "Go on-- it's your turn, Junior." He gave the boy a "big brother" smile and then looked up to the others.
"I bet this kid could kick more ass than you lamos." He smiled wickedly and slapped the kid on the shoulder, "Right, little dude?"
Gray wasn't concerned for his own well being much. He was fine until Jill screwed him over. Ironic that he liked her best, huh? She was the one that got them all in this hot mess, after all. He couldn't help but smirk. He didn't know if he trusted the men and doubted that he would go with them. He had to decide on a final answer and quick, before they had a chance to decide for him.
He landed on his conclusion and gripped the boy's shoulder. He'd go if Jill and Donny went. Who wants to be alone, right?
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Post by Skynet on May 8, 2009 3:13:16 GMT -5
Donny was a little anxious, a little ticked off. They were wasting so much freaking time! Gray was smarting off, the two Asian dudes were looking pissed...From the looks of it, there was about to be one big honking power struggle. He didn't really see the point in it... humans versus zombies, right? The more humans the better? It made perfect logical sense to him.
But he'd play peacekeeper if he had to. That was one of the things that sucked balls most about being 8; you had to at least pretend to dance to everyone else's tune. If you were going to play someone you had be very subtle about it.
“Donovan Rodrigues,” he intoned. “Secret agent. I have this.” Here the switchblade flicked out of his right sleeve. “And this.” A stained and crumpled map of the Chicago metropolitan area slid out of his left sleeve. He didn't mention the pistol tucked into the back of his waistband. “I vote we blow this cakestand and go kick some zombie ass.”
“What the hell you think we been doing, D?” Gillian retorted, “Having a tea party?”
Yeah, real funny, Mom. Donovan waved the map at the others. “Can we get out of here, please? And get some food that isn't granola bars? And can I get one of those things?” He pointed at Tanjuu's cigar, knowing that would piss her off.
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