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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Gabag on February 16, 2010, 12:48:22 AM
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In 2045, Humanity has already left the confines of his homeworld, Earth. The UAC, the now dominant force on Earth, has established colonies and research stations on Mars and both her moons.
Experimentation is teleportation technology has led to the worst discover of human kind. That of Hell. With the accidental opening of Hell, the demons rushed through the experimental portals and easily took over Mars and her moons. Six hours have passed since David Tavor entered and battled the demons with grim determination and a barrel of hot lead.
Six hours ago. Now it seems like years... Soon after taking over Mars, the Demons have prepared gateways to open up in every corner of Earth. They succeeded, and horrible abominations and monsters rushed outwards, crushing most human opposition, except for the odd survivor. The world's remaining leaders have forumlated a plan of escape from the hell Earth had become.
A Starport, housing great ships of Martian origion, has been located, unfortunately the demons took control over it. In a last ditch attempt to escape, Humanity has thrown all its forces at the starport, with David Tavor, successful in liberating Mars, in leading the effort.
However thats 5 days in the future. Right now David is in Paris France, after slaying the Mastermind of the Mars invasion, he stepped through the hellgate only to end up in France, seeing it devastated by creatures of all shapes and sizes. His objective as of this moment is to regroup of survivors of any kind and to attempt a resitance.
You are one of these survivors, in France, be you a tourist or a military soldier. The jaws of Hell are closing in, and only you can create your own fate in life.
Good luck!
(posting begins now, make an intro post based on your bios)
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His vision blurry Regret crawled over to one of the medics. His leg may have been patched up, but he still needed something to be able to make it useful again. Grabbing a few sturdy sticks, and some bandages for wrapping, he made himself a makeshift brace that would help support his body weight. Still sitting next to one of the dead medics, he searched for a useful weapon. Scanning the area around him, it seems as if that giant skeletal thing with rocket launchers had pretty much destroyed everything. Including rifles, and other such weapons. Unbelievably enough, Regret found a USP .45 in the coat of the medic, and after searching around in the medic's bag (he found a small medkit and some clips, along with morphine, and other similar drugs) he decided to just take it.
Now with a bag on his back, and pistol in hand, Regret limped his way into Paris, in search of more professional aid.
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From his base in Hell, Cyberdaemon watches the planet slowly burn as his minions lay it to waste. Nothing could stop him now.
((If you didn't notice, I will be playing Cyberdaemon and his stronger cronies. Don't worry about the "Nothing can stop him" bit, he's just cocky))
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"WHOOOO HOOO YEA! Finally out of that hellhole, and finally back to Earth, HELLO ADORING..... fans!?" Said David.
Honestly when he got out of hell he expected welcome arms for saving everyone and killing the monsters from hell.
His fantasy could not be further from the truth. As he looked... Paris was burning, screams were carried by the winds, and worst of all... ALL HIS GUNS JUST VANISHED FROM THIN AIR, except for a pistol.
"NOT AGAIN!" He yelled while falling to his knees.
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"We are over pairs now sir" a pilot says "Good we should be able to land in a few hours" a short stocky man says. He walks up to a bat and he puts his hand on his shoulder "Don't worry even with the invasion you'll still be able to pay" he says this as he laghes away. "sir theres something else in the air" the pilot says as the short man races towards the cock pit. "What the hell do you mean theres something else in the air"
as he yells this the plane shakes and red lights began to flash "What the hell was that, private control your plane" the man falls back as the plane starts to nose dive. "I'm trying sir the planes its not responding" the plane contines its fall towards the ground until it crashes into the land. There is an explosion and objects fly threw the air.
"What the hell" the air is thick with debri i cant see any thing around me. I get up as my leg screams in pain, i fell the blood rush down it "crap ug" i pull a piece of fiber glass out of it and hold my hand against it "ugg i guess it could be a lot worse". I hear a loud cry and i look up and i see some flying creature, it lets out a loud cry that freezes my body with fear. What the heck is that, is that what took down the plane? The pilots hands falls down in front of me, apparently he wasn't as lucky his upperbody hangs from the mixture of metal and dabri. I remove his broken helmet from his dead corpse, and reach into his jacket to find a small combat knife.
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The door was blown off its hinges. The fox hurried in, looking backwards in the direction he was heading while he unraveled the spool of wire. He waddled backwards through the building and around the corner into a living room. He sat down on the floor and pulled the keffiyeh scarf down from over his mouth. He looked over his shoulder just out the window where the enemy was setting the city ablaze. He looked back down at the small detonator in his lap. He cut the ends of the wire and wrapped the primer around the pins. He peeked out the window again, ducking back down when a demon rushed past. He pressed his lips together before he pushed down on the plunger. There was a low rumble of the ground followed by the sound of twisting metal. The Eiffel Tower landed in the square with a thunderous bang, instantly killing everything that was in its path. Spike looked out the window again. The levels of dust that had been thrown up in the square made it nearly impossible to see. His roadblock was complete...and so was his objective. "Ahh...I love the French." He laughed and stood up while tossing the detonator aside. He drew the M16 assault rifle that was on his back and made his way back out of the room and out the back door into a narrow alley. He pulled his scarf back over his mouth before he made his way down the path to regroup with his squad at the rendezvous. With only half a clip left, he would only shoot at what he could hit.
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Regret walked into Paris just in time to witness the Eiffel Tower fall to the ground. He chuckled at the thought of how easily what man spends so much time to create, can be destroyed in so little time compared. Suddenly, a zombie appeared, and began to rush Regret. Or, what was rushing for a zombie. Regret didn't waste anytime with making a headshot, but he quickly realized that more were drawn to the noise. After removing a small group of them, he replaced the clip and limped on to the central Plaza, where he thought he might get some answers.
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Spike froze at the sound of gunfire. He moved forward a foot and tipped over a crack in the floor causing him to knock over several garbage cans and other items some deemed as junk back when the world was perfect. He quickly got to his feet and rushed to the end of the alleyway. He noticed a figure in the middle of the road. It looked like a ghostly appearance of a wolf but he couldn't be sure. It was extemely hard to see through the cloud of dust that was yet to settle over the city. Spike aimed his rifle. "Freeze!...Arrêt!" He ordered after remembering he was in France.
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Regret froze instantly. He may not have known what that A word meant but Freeze was always Freeze. "I speak English. Not a speck of French though.", he said clear and loud enough for whoever was behind him to hear. He put up his pistol hand to show what kind of weapon he was holding. Just as he was about to say "you can come out now" his makeshift splint snapped, and he fell to the ground with a painful grunt.
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Spike slowly lowered his weapon. He looked both ways down the road before jogging over to the stranger. "Sorry about that." He lowered his scarf to reveal his face. "Can't be too careful. I'm Pvt. Spike Miller, Second Rangers." He said looking down at the wolf whom he was now able to confirm as his previous assumption. He offered his hand to help the wolf to his feet. "You alright?"
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"I'm fine other than the broken leg. I'm Specialist 'Regret' of the 99th Spec Ops Division." Regret takes the Fox's hand and pulls himself up. "Don't think I should bother trying to fix that", he says as he looks at the broken splint. He does; however, decide to pick up the bandages for use later. "Where ya headed?" he asks the Fox as he readies his pistol and looks off in the distance.
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The sound of moaning comes from with in the crash site and the bat is startled. He walks in the direction of the sound, he removes a large rock and sees the short stocky man. The man has a long pice of metal sticking out of his abdomen and he stops moaning with the site of the bat. "You have to help my siyan" the man finishes his sentence with some vigorous coughing and some blood Rand down the side of his mouth. "I'm sorry but theres nothing I can do for you.. I do this out of pitty" siyan pulled reached in the stocky mans jacket and pulls out a small pistol with one extra magazine. "Farewell" the sound of a gunshot pierces the air and siyan walks away. "Now I must find a way out of this hole and find some kind of meddical attention" siyan begans to clime when his leg gives and he falls right next to the dead man. He notices the dog tag hanging from the mans neck "this could be useful" he smiles as he rips the dog tag off and puts it around his own neck and his in his pocket.
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Shiro was running for his life.
The NATO base had been overrun, his Captain had fallen to the... infection? Virus? Shiro couldn't tell. Now there were a couple of... zombies he guessed he could call them, chasing him. He had shot one in the heart, but it didn't seem to do much.
"Grrrr.... dammmit.... "
He jumped through the debris of a building, and took a few sharp turns. He waited in a crevace for a couple of minutes to be sure he had lost the zombies, when he heard a gunshot.
*More survivors maybe?* He moved towards the noise. After climbing into a large blast crater, he saw was bat with a pistol hovering over a soldier who had been skewered into a wall.
*Either that is a zombie with a gun, or its another soldier. Better not take any chances.*
"FREEZE! By order of NATO, freeze or you will be shot!"
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David has heard the shot from far away easily, his facade through the underworld taught him to pay attention more. From where he stood, he could see a man being followed, by lots of zombies...
Jumping into action David ran after the zombie horde and fired a shot, hitting the wounded one in the head, and making the others turn their attention towards him.
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"You sure are a sight for sore eyes." Spike looked down the road past all the crumbling buildings. His gaze switched back to Regret. "I'm heading two clicks eastward to regroup with my squad...I don't know how far I'll make it; I'm low on ammo." He said, shrugging the M16. The air was still while the faint booming sound of artillary was going off in the distance. Every so often, there was the low moan of the creatures that roamed the empty streets. Spike looked around and adjusted his tac vest that a few grenades and C4 were clinging to. "We need to move. Are you gonna tag along?" Spike asked while pulling his scarf back over his dust covered face.
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Checking out the area behind them Refret replied with a short, "Guess I have no choice." He took out his bag and showed the Fox the various ammo clips that were stored inside. "Will any of these work for the time being?" he said while putting two clips for his USP in his pocket. Not so suddenly, and definitely not very quietly, another zombie showed up. Regret took aim for a little under two seconds (raising the pistol and all) and shot the creature in the right eye. "One shot, one kill. That's all it takes if you know your enemies' weak spot."
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Spike didn't flinch at the gunshot. Instead, he looked into the bag that Regret held up. He sifted through and pulled out four mags that carried 7.62mm rounds. He slid them into his tac vest and nodded. "Thanks." He looked back at the zombie that Regret had shot and looked back at him. "Let's go. I'll take point." Spike ran down the road towards the collapsed buildings. He stopped behind an old van and looked ahead for any potential threats. He looked back at Regret, gesturing that it was safe to follow.
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Spinning to fire at another zombie, Dave's aim wasn't true, the most of the 5 round burst struck the creature in the stomach,forcing it backwards with a single step before he finally got the headshot.
Taking aim hefired at a zombie, but was suprised when he just heard clicking.
"DANGIT!" He yelled, and then a zombie grabbed his shirt, pulling out the spare clip towards the other zombies.
Pistol whipping this grabber, Dave decided he couldn't take on three more without bullets and decided he should run, or at least keep his distance.
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Unfortunately for Spike, it wasn't safe. This was made clear as Bob, the Gun-Stealing Lost Soul, came screaming out of the sky and descended upon Spike. Before Spike could react, the rifle was free from his hands and between Bob's teeth. Bob floated away, giggling, but not before running into a street lamp and dropping a fully loaded pistol onto the ground near Spike. Bob let out a frustrated grunt and flew out of sight.
((There...no more rifle until Gabag or I say so))
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((ohs teh noes! its teh bob! :3))
"Well that's convenient. The whole pistol part, but the rifle being stolen... that just sucks.", Regret said as he walked/limped/ran towards Spike's location. "You'd think these guys would learn to actually do something useful instead of thievery, and then goodwill, they might want to try doing some damage. Like those giant Skeletal things with rocket laucnhers. Those do damamge."
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Spike couldn't help but look up into the sky where the soul had disappeared to. He was awestruck and in disbelief. "What the hell, dude?" He said in a what-was-that-for? type of tone. He looked back at Regret then back to the place where he'd last spotted the lost soul. With his mouth gaping open and that being the fourth rifle he'd lost that week, he knew he'd be chewed out good for this one. He closed his mouth and walked over to where the soul had dropped the pistol. "Pffff he couldn't have even dropped a .45...what a jip." He picked up the 9mm Beretta and placed it in the holster next to his bayonet. He didn't mind the pistol really. The Staff Sergeant refused to give him another one since he'd lose them far more often than his rifles. The frustrated fox looked at Regret. "I do damage." He pulled down his scarf, spat on the ground, and walked off in the direction of his rendezvous. "Europe is officially the worst place on Earth. They freakin' take everything from you! Your bags, your money, your gun! Everything!" He stopped and turned around to face Regret. "You can blame the schools, you can blame the policies...but you can never blame the politicians. Pffff lost souls. More like border patrol. I see how this is. It's because I ain't a red fox ain't it!? Always pick on the guy from the desert! Random search my dust covered rear end!" He began to saunter off.
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*White crawls out from under a crashed humvee with a bloody knee wrapped in some surgical tape with a large red mark under it* "Stupid controller..didn't know anything about piloting that airship." *He falls down and pulls himself back up again* "Ugh, this is going to be a major hinderance upon my plans.. where am I anyways?" *He looks around and sees the Eiffel Tower crash to the ground with several screams following then a seemingly 'loud' silence* "Oh great, my least favorite place to be.. FRANCE!"
*He looks on his holsters and notices his dual submachine guns are missing* WHAT THE... *He curses uncontrollably noticing the only thing he has is a handgun and his butterfly knife* "I swear this is a really horrible day, now what the heck caused the airship to crash here, friggin hangar on the plane just opened up and I was inspecting the medical supplies and BAM! It swings open with smoke and flames just shoot out of the turbines and I fall into the car seat and it flies down and thank goodness I managed to find a couple of parachutes inside otherwise I'd be so screwed right now.. I'm lucky to be alive."
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Siyan turns around and sees the fox, he raised his hands up "is the place or time solidier, to be pointing a gun at an injured man"
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"Sorry" Shiro said, lowering his gun.
"I wanted to make sure you weren't a zombie with a gun. Things are getting pretty crazy today."
He shook his head.
"Apologies. Corporal Shiro Chann, Medic. You look like you could use some patching up."
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"That would be greatly appreciated" siyan grabbed his tag and read it then looked back up to shiro "I grive for the loss of my piolet and then I couldn't bear to see my new recurit suffer. I am Sargent Bliss"
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Extricating himself from the remains of the Eiffel Tower Edward muttered sour nothings to himself "Bloody French. Never could build anything worth while". He sighed as he looked up at the remains of the radio uplink he'd been working on & turned around to see over in the direction of where an airship had crashed. Starting off towards the wreckage, a zombie lept up from a pile of rubble and threw Edward to the ground. Swearing, he pulled out his revolver and shot the rotting thing in the head twice. Shaking himself, he reloaded and cautiously set off again in the direction of the crash, saying "So that's what all the odd transmissions were about..."
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Shiro pulled out his first aid kit.
"Sergent? You don't look more than a private. If you had any combat experiance, you would be in cover to make sure zombies weren't coming. Anyway, you're shirt says 'Siyan' and you have Private chevrons."
He patched up the bat's right leg.
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((ooc: D: ))
"yes well that's because i like to take a little momentum back to the families" he jesters at the pilots helmet "plus i would of been long out of here if it weren't for this leg you see i couldn't get to the top with out falling quite pathetic"
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Shiro smiled. It wasn't a bad injury, but him being a pilot, he supposed, he was probably babying it. It was just a large gash that probably hit a nerve. Not too much damage.
"Ok. That should patch you up for the time being. Since you are a Private, and I a Corporal, you and I are going to find others. Someone else must have survived all of this."
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"I am Sargent Bliss an i demand to be addressed as such, now your probably right" siyan fires a round in a zombies head and it rolls down to the ground "but that wont matter if we don't get pout of here"
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Shiro tapped the dog tag in his hand.
"No... that was sergeant Bliss. You're uniform says Private. Anyway, I think you agree with me."
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sain looks down with frustration on his face "i explained this already, look it doesn't matter we have to get out of here lets go" siyan begans to clime out of the ruble
((ooc: probably should let some other people post so they don't get left behind don't you think?))
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Shiro got up and packed his things.
"Right behind you 'sergent'. Lets get out of here."
He cocked his pistol
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*White clicks his gun and walks through the wreckage of cars and dead people lying all over the ground, a couple of people screaming for help impaled on poles, some strung from trees by their entrails, and weird writings on trees and such* "This is a strange country, I wonder if it always looked like this or is this just the cause of rioting?" *He walked along looking at electronic stores nearby* "I can't resist the urge right now to take advantage of the situation and rob those stores >.>..." *He made his way to the first computer store and checked the lock finding it easily lockpicked and found himself inside within minutes*
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Regret ignored the Fox's venting and followed with some relative ease, noticing that his leg was feeling better, he could move faster. "So uuh, Private Miller. How long has this been going on? I only recently arrived here, via airplane. Didn't you see it land? Oh it was magnificent, with the people dying, and a French patrol arrived, and then that skeletal thingy with rocket laucnhers killing them all, but ending up dead itself. Ahh gotta love those international flights."
((everybody has their own way of venting))
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Siyan held his hand up as a couple of zombies passed by "there's no need to waste ammo its scares and could mean life and death the best way to stay alive is for the enemies not to even know your hear" he turned to look at the fox "the best way for a team to survive is with trust, and to know each others strengths and weaknesses, so we might as well start now why we still have time"
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Shiro shook his head at the private's attempt to lead them. Shiro followed along, but just out of survival instinct and amusement.
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*White ruffled through and found the backroom but then was stumped by the electronic lock on the storage closet* "Ah crud, there's no way of getting through this without the code... Hmm." *He got an evil smile as he looked over at the register and behind the desk looking for a certain note* "Usually these lazies always write it down somewhere rather than just remembering.. AH THERE IT IS!" *He memorized the code that was on the coffee pot and punched it in the door and heard a click noise*
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Siyan stairs at shiro "if you don't like my lead you don't have to fallow, having a leader isn't an essential thing for a survival. Having understanding of each other is so you can either continue to ignore me or you can make things Easter for every one" siyan said in a serious tone
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Spike walked down the side of the road. He looked back Regret. "A few days maybe a week. I came over here a couple days after the report of an 'invasion.' We were expecting some country who thought they were being tough and not even knowing who the enemy was until I saw them for myself." He peaked into a car that was parked on the side the road but minded his distance. "I didn't see no airplane. But I never thought that I'd be the one person on Earth to blow up the Eiffel Tower. I bet you saw that! That was one hell of a show." He laughed and checked the next car he came up to. "So what's the deal with you? What brings you to Paris?" He asked walking up to the enterance of an electronic store. The doors were hanging open but Spike didn't hear much other than a faint sound of banging from the inside. He paused and looked through the shattered windows into the dark store then looked back at Regret.
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Siyan stairs at shiro "if you don't like my lead you don't have to fallow, having a leader isn't an essential thing for a survival. Having understanding of each other is so you can either continue to ignore me or you can make things Easter for every one" siyan said in a serious tone
Knowing he can't fight back the zombies, David ran. He really hated running, especially backwards, but this time he wasnt running backwards.
Jumping over some fallen debris the zombies kept coming, until the ground under just stopped. Falling down hard, David's service uniform wasn't in serviceable condition, however the dead marine Sgt's uniform was in pristine condition. Removing the man's shirt he put it on, getting a feel for the new uniform,.
"It wont stop bullets but it'll help keep my pride intact" he said to himself as he dashed around a corner, the distant moans getting louder.
The corner he dashed he saw a vampire bat private, twiddling his thumbs over a dog tag, and the private next to him looking like he's regretting his decision.
"You soldiers got any ammo!" he said with authority backing his tone.
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Siyan looked up noticing his commanding officers uniform he didn't know what to do "I have an extra clip I might be able to spare but its of no use to me with a man a mile away" he extended his arm with the clip hoping he would catch the jester
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As White opens the door he sees that the inside is covered in entrails and blood. The inside of the door was covered in scratches. Upon closer inspection, one could see fingernails embedded in the door and around it's frame. Unfortunately there wasn't time to inspect the door as White saw a large pink mass of muscle in the center of the room. It hadn't noticed White yet and was, in fact, asleep. It groaned a bit, having indigestion from it's previous meal, the overweight store owner.
((Close the door. For the love of God, close the door! :o ))
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Siyan looked up noticing his commanding officers uniform he didn't know what to do "I have an extra clip I might be able to spare but its of no use to me with a man a mile away" he extended his arm with the clip hoping he would catch the jester
"You idiot I'm sanding right in front of you!" David yelled in the bat's face
Snatching the clip from the bat's hands and slamming it into his USP. He reloaded his gun just in time to see the zombies.
Dropping to one knee and using a fallen mailbox to steady his aim, he popped headshot after headshot, till the three zombies were dead. He took out the clip, now missing three bullets, and handed it back to the private.
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The bat snatches the clip back "maybe if you weren't so head strong you would of understood that I was jestering that you join the small group" the bat sees on last zombie and throws a combat knife in its head, the bat takes the knife out and snaps its neck to be safe "bullets will be scarce so will should conserve when we can"
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"You know... I think I need to use a bathroom really bad." *He loosens his grip on the door handle and goes out the shop store looking around* "Oh crud, I really have to go." *He turns his head about everywhere looking for a stall or some sign of bathroom* "Huh that door was kind of red and rusty looking back there, wonder if it was even important..." *He spotted a stall and then ran to it* "FINALLY!" *He threw his paws into the air and went to go investigate the stall for an open spot*
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The bat snatches the clip back "maybe if you weren't so head strong you would of understood that I was jestering that you join the small group" the bat sees on last zombie and throws a combat knife in its head, the bat takes the knife out and snaps its neck to be safe "bullets will be scarce so will should conserve when we can"
"Listen private do you want me to snap you in half or just throw you to the Imps.. speak with respect to your superiors..." Tavor said, getting really mad at the vampire bat before cuffing him on the back of the head.
"I am Sgt. Major David Tavor, You will refer to me as Sargent, and if I like you you can call me Sarge, BUT I DONT LIKE YOU!" he bellowed
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Listen sergeant this isn't the time or the place we can sit hear and argue over your rank and my obedience or find a way to stay a live
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"How about you drop and Give me twenty, trust me I have all the time in the world!" he said.
(Respect your superiors private sain!)
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(There's a reason he was in it for treasion)
Siyan puts his hand over his face "look all I'm saying is aggression gets you no where working together is the key"
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Spike heard louder sounds coming from inside the store. He looked at Regret and slid his scarf back over his face. He removed his pistol from the holster and picked up an empty beer bottle from off the ground. He looked between Regret and the electronic store. He retracted his arm and flung the bottle in through the window. The bottle whirled into the open bathroom door and smashed down on the ground in front of White. Spike stood outside the store, his pistol raised and at the ready.
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*White looks at the bottle* "Who the heck are you and what are you doing?! I gotta goooo." *He said almost whining beyond his voice looking at the Electronic store again noticing that it was more illuminated by the Sun this time* "Woah... there's blood. I wonder what the heck happened in there." *He looked to the other guy* "Some sort of problem here or what?"
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Spike was surprised that he got a response. He aimed his pistol right at the stranger's face. "Come out with your hands above your head!" He ordered. Spike stood outside the store and noticed the blood when the sun came out. He glanced back at the wolf. "I will open fire if you do not comply!" He barked. The blood was making him nervous. The wolf was the one who made the mess as far as Spike could tell.
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(oh for pities sake)
"Come on guys! Can we worry about rank AFTER we kill the charging hoard?" Shiro shouted, pumping pistol shots into a hapless zombie.
"Here" He threw a clip over his shoulder.
"I only got 2 left! Use it carefully!"
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"That's. What I been trying to say" siyan pushes shiros gun down "there's no point in wasting all this ammo on a horde the best bet would be to run and hide if you could keep up ill try and help you"
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"I concur. Lets lose these guys."
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"Alright leg don't fail me now" siyan starts to run forword and makes a sharp turn into and alie then jumps on a trash can and hops onto a fence and jumps to a fire escape where he's climes into a window that leads to a living room and shiro (and gabag if he so chooses) follow right behind him, the living room has a blood stain on the couch and the TV is on with nothing but static "I don't like this place it gives me the creeps" siyan goes to go back to the fire escape but the horde would see "well where stuck here until they pass"
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"Hold on hold on! I haven't done any of that! I am as surprised as you are, I just went into there to uhh... loot.. the.. store. But I DIDN'T I swear, I had to go to bathroom first >.>..." *A yellow mark was slowly appearing on his pants as he looked at the pistol in his face* "Seriously please let me go, I'm just an American college student that was put through med school in the military, I don't even want to be here!" *He said it in a pleading manner to the man that he was hoping he would let him go so he could at least have the dignity to go to the bathroom before dying so that waste excrement didn't pollute his corpse*
"Wait... you look kind of familiar.. Don't I know you from somewhere?"
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Shiro huffed onto the couch.
"Oof... god... feels like home."
He checked his pistol.
"Nice. Still 2 clips total. Still..."
He turned to Siyan with a grimace.
"No point playing a hero. You and I both know you aren't superman. Typical rookie mistake. Don't ever overestimate yourself."
He looked at his uniform.
"And take off that sergeant's uniform, you aren't fooling anyone. You act like you own the place."
He pulle out a small rag and cleaned the barrel of his gun.
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"Look ill explain everything later can we just get out of here this place just dosent fell righ, I mean how can you just sit there on a blood stained couch" siyan moves slowly near the wall with his pistol in his hand.
((Entaru if you wanted to throw somethin in that would be nice if not I got it))
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"Hey, that doesn't make it any less a couch. Trust me, if you are a medic for a while, you get used to a little blood."
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The tv is just on and there's a blood stain right infront of it and you just think its nothing wow you are something
((Ooc that would freak the hell out of me D: ))
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((Medic :D... not that a huge demon would not scare the pants off of him))
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"Hold on hold on! I haven't done any of that! I am as surprised as you are, I just went into there to uhh... loot.. the.. store. But I DIDN'T I swear, I had to go to bathroom first >.>..." *A yellow mark was slowly appearing on his pants as he looked at the pistol in his face* "Seriously please let me go, I'm just an American college student that was put through med school in the military, I don't even want to be here!" *He said it in a pleading manner to the man that he was hoping he would let him go so he could at least have the dignity to go to the bathroom before dying so that waste excrement didn't pollute his corpse*
"Wait... you look kind of familiar.. Don't I know you from somewhere?"
Spike looked down at his target's pants where a yellow stain was forming. He lowered his pistol and pulled down his scarf to reveal the bottom half of his face which was riddled with disbelief "...White? Is that you!? I ain't seen you since basic!" He looked back down at his pants. "Sorry about scaring the pee outta you...Just do what you gotta do." Spike turned around and waited to give White the chance to do his business. He holstered his weapon and looked down the the three directions that the intersection would lead to. He checked his GPS and located their position. "Almost there."
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Heading off towards the crash site still, Edward heard voices from inside an electronics store. Readying his revolver,going over to the entrance he called out "Anyone there? I'm with the millitary, don't be alarmed"
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Shiro huffed onto the couch.
"Oof... god... feels like home."
He checked his pistol.
"Nice. Still 2 clips total. Still..."
He turned to Siyan with a grimace.
"No point playing a hero. You and I both know you aren't superman. Typical rookie mistake. Don't ever overestimate yourself."
He looked at his uniform.
"And take off that sergeant's uniform, you aren't fooling anyone. You act like you own the place."
He pulle out a small rag and cleaned the barrel of his gun.
"Well unlike your friend here I actually wear my dog tag, Sgt. First Class, David Tavor" He said, taking off his dog tag and showing it to the group. The dog tag also said Phobos defense force... that would suck to explain right now.
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*White quickly took care of business and turned around* "Oh god I'm so glad you didn't kill me, so what's the plan man?" *He looked over Spike's shoulder at the oddly placed GPS and then looked around for possibly other soldiers* "Huh.. why are we all alone like this, I mean where the heck is the military at a time like this? We are in the middle of a crisis and several people have died and of course an international monument has fallen to waste, I can only hope the United States doesn't look like this or all my hope is lost here... and I have no idea what the heck is going on STILL!"
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((sorry i haven't replied in forever!! I was completely out of it yesterday))
Regret's ears twitch to the noice of someone yelling. "You guys here that?" he asked while slowly turning around and raising his pistol. Then the convenient "Don't be alarmed" came along, but he still held his pistol nice and high. "If you're going to pee, pee now. I have a feeling that we're going to have to ditch this area in a minute." Regret said with a sort of aura about his voice that made it seem as if he was nervous.
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Shiro saw the tag and jumped to attention.
"Corp. Shiro Chann, NATO Medic sir! It's nice to see something of command unit. Permission to speak freely sir?"
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"Are you kidding me do you not relize that the world dosent need a leader the world neeeds a humanity to survive we all have something we could add to the team so instead of picking a leader lets find a way to survive"
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Shiro turned his head for enough time to tell Siyan:
"Yes, but who has more experience, the private or the Sergent? I think he will have a better grasp of the situation."
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"But if you stop to think who was triger happy"
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((OK...Spike, White, Artemis...You know how I said the Demon was asleep. Well you've hardly been quiet while trapseing about in there. Time to exercise those legs.))
The Demon in the storage room grunted awake at the sound of activity outside. It was still suffering from indigestion which only helped to tick it off more.
"ROOOOAAAAAAARRRRR!!!!!" The Demon came bursting through the wall of the storage room. It's teeth were gnashing in fury at being awoken so rudely.
((RUN BOYS!!))
Elsewhere...
On the floor above the apartment an Imp is enjoying its new meal. Charbroiled...just the way it liked it. Then the rustling and talking from the floor below caught its attention. It quickly trotted down the stairs and peeked around the corner to see the three squabbling soldiers. Easy prey. It threw a fireball which slammed into the TV, missing all of them. It screeched in frustration at blowing its own cover and started hucking more fireballs.
((This is DOOM, not circle time.))
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"GOLDAMMIT!" Shiro dove out of the way of the fireball, and took cover behind the couch.
"Contact second floor!"
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Hearing a huge CRASH Edward threw caution to the winds and ran in through the store to the backroom and recoiled as the Demon (Daemon) bellowed angrily at Spike, White & Regret. Emptying his 6 shots into the Demons head but missing most as it raised it's head. Yelling at the three others in the room as he reloaded "You've got guns too, do something!!"
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"What the heck is that thing?!" *White jumped and ran past Spike* "See ya later, I don't want to die!" *He said waving at Spike and staring at the creature chasing them* "Oh this is a horrible day to note that I was always one of the worst sprinters in school." *White jumped over some dead halted cars and wreckage then saw a sewer drainage manhole up ahead* "Oh my god finally!" *He stopped and picked up the lid then tossed it to the side and climbed down the ladder, hoping the demon could not follow* "Alright, that's it!" *White clicked his handgun and turned off the safety* "The next thing I see that isn't human or some sort of familiar animal is getting a bullet in its head!"
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Deciding there was safety in numbers Edward chased after White & the others shouting "Hey wait up!" Diving for the drainhole, he shot at the demon again and dropped down the shaft & ended up staring down the barrel of White's gun. Raising his hands he said "Shoot at that thing up there not me!"
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*White kind of just looked at the other guy for a moment kind of awkwardly* "Who are you and how long have you been following me?" *He lowered the gun he forgot he was holding up at the unknown guest then turned his head in each direction looking around to make sure the coast was clear* "Who knows what that thing up there is doing now and as far as I know Spike could be hurt or worse right now and this guy just shows up out of nowhere..." "I don't like what is going on around here, it's way too quiet and people keep dying right and left, do you know what's happening here?"
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Diving away from the fireballs, while tackling the idiot who doesnt think anyone should be a leader but himself, he needed to be rescued, not if he was a real military leader, but thats for a later time.
Having no bullets to fight with David picked up a fairly weighted alarm clock from the nightstand and took aim for the creature's cranium and hurled it at hard as he could.
A clear miss, but it served as a distraction as least. Picking up a chair David went up to brain the Imp... with a chair.
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Before Spike could turn around to see what was making all the noise, he'd caught a glimpse of White taking off down the road as fast as his legs could carry him...and a stranger following close behind. "What the?" He turned and was now face to face with the storage room demon. "Oh fu-" His cursing was cut off by a large swipe of the creature's massive arm. He must have flew four feet off the ground and landed in a pile of debris. "Regret! Get the hell outta here!" With that, Spike took off down the street in the same direction he'd seen White and the stranger. He dodged past cars, firing his pistol in the general direction of the demon who appeared to be getting ready to pounce. Spike knew how far these things could jump. He'd seen it himself when one had killed his spotter. It had landed right ontop of him and turned him to a fuzzy paste. Spike wasn't about to let that happed to him. And so, he fired his weapon in defense until no more shells could fly out of his gun. At that same moment, he lost his footing and fell into an open manhole. He landed on the ground in front of White and the stranger with a heavy thud. "OWWWWW." He whined while rolling over and clenching his left buttcheek.
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Ahhhggg!! More people! was all Regret could think as this new guy came in shooting. Regret may be and excellent sharpshooter, but he didn't do well with people around, watching or not. He just got nervous, and would screw up. The bad part, he couldn't really do anything about it. Instead of trying to make a headshot, and missing, he was still able to act smart, and let a nice "RUN!!" before forcibly turning the new guy around and hauling outta there. Yea, his leg hurt like hell (no pun intended) but he needed to scoot, or he wouldn't be feeling anything.
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"What the he-" is all he could say as the to loud obnoxious Sargent tackled him followed by the TV exploding, when the lug got off of him and he threw the clock an missed he saw that this was his chance. He took of his helmet and threw it at the creatures head blinding the creatures view for a second and as the creature moved the helmet out of the way he opened fire at the hell spawn praying that the second delay would be enough
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Giving the Imp an uppercut (or something akin to one) with the chair, he knocked it down the stairs, breaking it's legs.
Now that it couldn't move, the good sgt took out his combat knife and stabbed the creature in the head, driving his blade deep in until the Imp stopped struggling.
Getting up from the dead creature he decided to check the house. Whoever owned it was a cop.. and at least kept two spare clips.
Loading one and sliding the other into his shirt pocket. He looked back at Sain. "Well Humanity needs leadership to help it get on the right path.. and dangit I actually had to delve into Hell to kill these things, so I think I know how to kill them, besides this isnt a team, but a squad, we're still military and dang better well act like it. You two can speak freely with me, no restrictions, unless its a touchy subject. Agreed?"
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((how did you uppercut the imp when it was outside on the fire escape :? ))
Siyan nods his head as he looks at the dead imp, then turns to see the tv there wasn't much left but he noticed it was hooked up to one of those small satellites "i doubt radio signal will be any good but i think that it would be best to retrieve the satellite maybe to boost the signal capability"
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(it wasnt on the fire escape but the stairs down the apartment)
"It's worth a shot... try and find a way on the roof, and some better guns too"
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*White sighed as he looked down at Spike* "Here have a medkit." *He handed the red and white package with the cross symbol to Spike and looked down at his bleeding knee* "Oh crud, I forgot about that.. I should patch myself up." *White kneeled down and started wrapping his knee in surgical tape*
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((o my bad that just what i thought))
Siyan looked to the empty hall and then looked at the dead imp "the fire escape would probably be the easiest way to get to the roof" he said as he begans to clime out
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(ok seriously PLEASE USE PROPER GRAMMAR, at least look over what you wrote)
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((sorry my computer was frezzing up so i wanted to try and post befor for it crashed >.> ))
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Turning around a corner, and looking back while taking a breath. All he could do was curse himself for not following them. He thought he was being smart, but he knew that looking for them right about now would be foolhardy. He wouldn't know where to start. "At least I don't have to worry about my aim now...", he said to himself. He checked the clip in his USP and decided to do what he could for the group. For all he knew, they could be injured and trapped and he wasn't about to let them die. He took careful aim at what was thought to be the Demon's head, and shot a full clip into it. Limping his way across the street to hide behind a blown up car, he reloaded with one of the two spare clips he had on him. His bag of ammo had falled off when the Demon burst out of the wall.
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Many of the pistol rounds that had been fired at the Demon had either missed or hit home in non-vital areas. The Demon grunted with satisfaction as it saw the four running for their puny lives. It shrugged off the bullet wounds and returned to its room for the rest that it had been deprived of.
Elsewhere...poooooooor Impy, he done got brained.
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Spike made use of the kit that was handed to him. "Thanks." He looked around on the floor for his pistol. After finding it, he reloaded another clip and put the weapon back in it's holster. He looked at White then at the stranger...especially the stranger. He checked him up and down then switched his glance over to White. "Who's this?" The fox asked. He was worrying about Regret. He felt terrible about leaving him behind which went against everything they'd learned back at boot camp. No one gets left behind.
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Shiro poped out and dashed up the stairs.
"Lets get OUT OF HERE!!!"
((Sorry about being gone, my character was shooting the imp))
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As siyan climes up the fire escape he looks threw a window and he sees what looks like a radio. He breaks the window with the hilt of his blade, he rolls up the window and steps in he grabs the radio "dang its an alarm clock" a bullet goes threw the alarm clock and he jumps behind a couch. There's a mirror and he see what appears to be a zombie with a gun "are you kidding me I can't believe that these guys can use guns" the zombie lifts the gun up and siyan starts to run the zombie fires at him missing except the last shot which clips his wing and then runs out of bullets. Siyan charges the zombie and knocks it on the ground he grabs its head and snaps its neck. "God are you kidding me" he grabs the bullet wound "as if being a d-- zombie wasn't bad enough" he picks up the gun it appears to be a standered issues for a police officer. He gets up and looks at a large metal box that is opens there are bullets scattered and a some money he decides to stash the money and he know has a full clip in each gun.
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All he could do was curse himself for missing. His aim was better than that, why was he missing? Then he began to curse himself for taking the stupid assignment in Greece, and went further back to even curse the people who opened those portals in the first place. He then resolved to just high-tail it outa there, somehow knowing he'd find more backup.
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Shiro, as he runs up the fire escape, sees Siyan grab the money and the bullets.
"Danggit Private! Don't be greedy! And watch you're back!"
He shoots the second zombie that stumbled into the room.
"Lets follow the Sergeant! Don't be a hero! Leave that to professionals!"
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Siyans face is struck with anger "your Sargent just told us to retrieve the satellite there isn't any point of not grabbing the radio if you have a chance, and greedy are you freaking kidding me all I did was restock my guns and the money might be usefull later on" he tighten his grip on the wound and let's it go "what ever your out of your mind you can go get the satellite" he locks the door "there might be more usefull stuff here"
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Shiro grimaced.
"Well i hope you're greed gets you killed! Where are you going to use that? Huh?!"
He ran down the staircase to the Sergeant.
"What's you're orders sir!"
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((He is below XD))
Siyan shook his head "ill rember this when you need some of my assistance" (talking about the use of the money)) siyan thought to himself "what a prick" he got up from the safe continued to walk towards what looked to be a kitchen. There was an odd smell in the air and there was a butcher knife out on top of a cutting bored with dry and semi fresh blood. Siyan didn't like the looks of this at all, he has had a bad felling this whole time and every inceadent just makes it that much more clear and that much harder to keep moveing for word. There was a door that was infront of the kitchen hat was cracked open as he stairwell into its darkness he swore that he can see it slowly creep open. A roaring sound came from behind him and as he turns the zombie trys to bite him and he grabs its arms trying to hold it off. He looks back to the door for some reason and he sees a fat upper extrimidy of a zombie come out and it was crawling towed him and it was weird because he couldn't help by think this was pre planned.
((If you post something about this situation please don't go all Rambo and kill them just like that in one post))
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(( DX Here goes nothing, me gonna try and randomly jump in...Oh, and if anyone kills the cute dog there will be heck to pay >:( It is a war dog, trained for battle. I don't know anything about guns, so I just gave her a random M-16. I'm sorry... ))
Kiala peeked around the edge of the concrete building, tenatively, her border collie rubbing up against her legs. His name was Macintosh, and boy did he look on edge, his black and white fur standing on end...
"Muuuu..." the cow-woman whimpered, sweaty hands trying feebly to grip her gun, an regular-order M-16. A commotion seemed to be rising from the building a few blocks down, likely having to do with the recent zombie outbreak she had luckily escaped from. "This ain't looking very good, Macintosh, no, no it ain't..."
For what seemed like a long time now, she had been alone. Isolated. Ever since the world started to change. Every day, she prayed that she would find someone else alive, that she was not the only one...Trying to keep an even head, knowing, praying that there might just be people in need of her help in that building, she clicked to her dog for him to follow her. Tail swishing, she stepped forward.
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Shiro saw the cow woman and the dog. Since the woman had a weapon, and was not stumbling over to his position, he guessed they weren't zombified.
"Come on! Get in here! You aren't going to last 2 minutes out there!"
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Her heart seemed to rush into her throat. Was that...did someone, alive, non-demon, non-zombie, another person... really just....
The hope glimmering in her soul was quickly replaced by fight-or-flight reaction and she trusted her instincts, running towards the source of the yell..."I'm coming! Hurry it, Mac..."
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Shiro thought that the best thing at the moment was to build up a team of people to live through this. Maybe the Private was right... rank didn't really matter right now...
but money didn't either, so that is two things he didn't have to worry about anymore.
He held the door open, making sure (more like praying) that no zombies were near.
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Siyan was scared out of his mind he had no way to break free, and every second the creature got closer. His mind was racing he doesn't know what he could possibly do to save himself. The large creature is right next to him there isn't any time left "maker look down on me" he said as he leaned back and swung his body wight so that the zombie fell into the large behemoth and siyan jumped to his feet and grabbed the butcher knife and slit the throat of the zombie he swung the butcher knife at the large creature and it got stuck in its arm. It roared at the top of it's lung and swiped its arm and knocked siyan all the way to the back the door which the creature came out of. On impact he felt his wing scream in pain. The creature begins to move back towards siyan at a much faster paste he looks and sees a dead body with a gun on its side.
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Suddenly, ready for his encore performance, Bob the Gun-Stealing Lost Soul came flying out of nowhere, all the while cackling at the misfortune of the others. In a flash he descended upon Kiala and Macintosh. Biting into the M-16 he let out a a high pitched cry that sounded as if it was saying "NO SOUP FOR YOU!!!"
Before he could float away with his prize, Macintosh jump up and bit him, causing him to drop a, fully loaded, Desert Eagle pistol. Cursing his luck, Bob retreated as fast as he could and disapeared into the distance.
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Sniffing the air, it held an unnatural odor. It smelt of burnt hair mixing in with crap and sewage. However the good Sgt. knew that smell all too well from his previous adventures. The smell meants imps, and with it being so strong there probably were alot.
Running to Shiro he tapped him on the shoulder and whispered "Get this girl in here, I'll find that punk.. soon as we're all together we need to get out of here asap. That smell means imps, a hell of a lot of 'em too." he said.
Hearing the commotion David hauled it up the stairs, and tried to open the door, but for some reason it was blocked. Giving it a good three kicks the door flung open, and he saw the private beset by a zombie, snapping to he shot a bullet clean through the zombie's head.
Dropping down to scoop the private up, he quickly asked "You ok?"
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*White looked at the other two after patching himself up* "Yeah guys I'm gonna go, I need to find some better guns if we are up against stuff like THAT up there, I don't want to be caught in a corner with no hope in the future.. so catch ya later." *White walked off down the tunnel going towards stairs that led to another manhole that went above ground and started climbing up* "I'm going to find out what's going on around here, don't really want to go alone all that much, but I can't have people lagging me like this."
*He pushed open the manhole and climbed out finding him in some sort of electrical building above looking around for that thing from earlier* "I think the coast is clear..."
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Shiro nodded, and becconed the cow woman and the dog inside, quietly...
"Stay here! We have got to move out as soon as the Sergeant gets back!"
He moved back through the room.
"Grr... where are there better guns when you need them..."
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Hauling himself off the ground & dusting himself off Edward said "I think the Wolf has the right idea" checking his revolver again he carried on "I shouldn't have been so Gung ho I'm almost out completely. Maybe I can find some radio stuff too. I lost all my stuff after the radio uplink I was making went down with the Eiffel Tower." Going after White he called back "Coming?" Then stopping he said "Weren't there 3 of you?"
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"Yea thanks..." siyan gets up and walks to the dead body the guns barrel looks danger so he takes the mag, the body also had a first aid kit and a students bookbag he put the first aid kit in there and walked up to gabag. "No need to sound ungreatfull but what the hell man you could of warned us that the zombies can weald weapons and great plans" siyan but some disinfectant on his cut "like I said no news to sound rude but information would be highly valuable so if you have any else it would be greatly appreciated" he grabbed the butcher knife and stored it safely in his bag.
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"If your done ranting about me... I did not see any zombies with weapons recently, so EXCUSE ME FOR FORGETTING, besides we need to get the heck outta here, that nasty smell you smell is the cominc group of imps, so that means we get the heck outta dodge!"
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He started coughing, and his vision was getting blurry. He had re-opened his leg wound, and was bleeding again. He managed to crawl into a car dealership nearby, and hide under a desk where he could patch himself up after going to sleep. He was, after all, very sleepy.
After a few minutes, a couple of Zombies walked in. He couldn't actually tell if they were zombies or not, but they were moving slowly, and were very blurred. Regret didn't even try reaching for his USP because he knew that if he shot he was more likely to shoot his own foot more than anything. All he could do was wait, and while waiting, he fell asleep.
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At the forefront of his group, Gnarl the Imp made his way to the abandoned apartment building. He could smell the prey inside of it and, motioning his troop to halt, looked the building up and down. It was already battle worn and it hadn't rained in days.
Perfect firewood...
Gnarl motioned for his troop to ready their fireballs and to throw them on his command. A hint of movement caught his eye as something walked past one of the windows. That was good enough reason for him.
The command was given and fireball after fireball slammed into the building, lighting th middle section on fire.
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"..... look I'm sorry but I almost died and it just would make sense to share your information" as siyan finishes the sentence there is an explosion and the floor under gagbag collapse and siyan grabs his hand "hea I guess we are good" he pulls him up and gets to he fire escape "there's an apartment next door is made of bricks it probably would be safest for now it would hold better then any thing else"
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(gabag... not gagbag... gabag, read what you write next time, and why would the random floor start exploding if the building just caught fire)
"I'm telling you I forgot, let me guess, you'd never forget a thing" Pulling himself up from a fall he could've easily survived "I seriously could've easily survived that small fall" he said aloud as he went to go get Shiro.
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(The floor could be weakend and the explosion could of broke it)
"What ever man you such an" as siyan said that he fell off of the fire escape and fell down where a poll went threw him and he died instantly
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*White looked through the window and checked out the outside region, not seeing anything out of the ordinary or any civilians he moved over to the toolboxes looking for some useful items* "Ugh there's gotta be a flashlight around here somewhere, this is an electrical facility after all!" *The wolf found a hair pin in the bottom and then looked at it for a few seconds more* "Who leaves this crud in these places? This is just like finding candy, car keys, and fishing lures together in one of those collection plates in Alabama at some church."
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Looking back Dave saw Sain fall, he threw himself as much as he could and reached his hand out, unfortunately he wasn't fast enough and Sain died, impaled on a pole.
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"(CENSORED)"
Shiro ducked under the ledge of the window as the fireball slammed into the wall.
"They are here!! Come on! Lets get OUTTA HERE!!"
He ran up the fire escape, motioning to the Cow and the dog to follow him.
"Guess I need to stick with you, Sarge. Lets get the (censored) out of here!"
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Spike watched Wite walk off down the tunnel. The stranger was already walking after him.
Going after White he called back "Coming?" Then stopping he said "Weren't there 3 of you?"
Spike shook his head and whispered. "No." With that, the fox turned and began walking in the opposite direction. He couldn't waste anymore time with randoms he found lingering on the street. He had to find his CO at the rally point. He was running behind schedule and if he was late he would be the one left behind. His boots splashed through the black waters and sludge. The smell was upsetting and it even made it's way through Spike's scarf. His watch began to beep. High levels of methane were building up in the plugged sewers. Spike reached around to his gas mask and pulled it over his face. He had to walk the sewer system unil he was under his target. He pulled out his radio to try and reach David. "Sarge! Do you read me? This is Pvt. Miller requesting location of your position, Sir." He said through the static.
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"And who's this... over" David answers, following the corporal out the fire escape and into the street.
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"I repeat, this is Pvt. Miller requesting your location, Sir. Over." Spike quickly ran through the tunnels as it quickly got narrower and narrower. The methane levels were off the chart. He knew that the slightest spark would send him into orbit. He looked around for a manhole hatch. He spotted one up ahead and rushed over to it. He had no idea how far he'd made it from his last run in with White and the stranger. He'd headed east but wasn't sure how far. He climbed the ladder and pushed the manhole cover up and off. He climbed out into the middle of the street and rolled over onto his back. It was way too bright. Spike pulled off his gas mask and finally got a whiff of non-crap filled air.
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"Apparently i'm on what I think is 5th, I always failed at French.. anyways we got a horde of Imps on our (censored) so I recommend moving away til we can at least lose 'em.. over.." Taking a look behind him, an imp broke off from the group and followed, it was met by bullets from the USP, however it still came.
"(Censored)ing pistols..." he said under his breath as he got partially burned on his right arm by the missile.
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Gnarl had sent a few of his charges to make sure the prey hadn't escaped. He stood there looking up at the burning building, his grey brown skin turned a brilliant orange by the flames. Suudenly he heard gunshots from behind the building. He had sent a fresh-skin to check out that area and it was apparent that, in its lack in millenia, it had allowed itself to be discovered. He motioned to the rest of his troop to follow him as he ran towards the gunshots.
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"Copy. Awaiting further instruction in Sector 4. Over." Spike said into the radio while overlooking the grid and his position. He looked up at a house on the side of the road that managed to hold out from the bombings. He got up and walked up to it, kicking in the door and entering. He picked the door back up off the floor and placed it back in the frame. He ran up the stairs to the second floor with his weapon drawn. He walked into a bed room the faced the street and pushed the window open. He had a clear view of the entire road from a 180 degree angle. Perfect for sniping if only he had his rifle. The small house was empty as far as he could tell. He sat down on the window ledge and lit a cigarette while looking out. He was waiting for his Sergeant to show.
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(let's wait for Shiro/therebeunicorns considering they are in my troupe)
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((Ok, Gnarl and his troops will be waiting))
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Shiro heard the radio.
"You have men here? Sweet! Lets find them and try to get the (censored) out of here!"
He looked behind him.
"Come on, those imps are getting closer... and they look MEAN!"
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Shrugging as Spike walked way he called back "Suit yourself." Looking around Edward considerd his next move. He decided to go after White, at least till he found some decent equipment, then look for the 3rd guy. Shaking his head at how wrong all the "Never leave a man behind" cliches didn't turn out to be real. "just like doomsday I suppose" He muttered under his breath. Going after White, he climbed up the manhole cover & called out "Hey, wait up. No ones gonna' last very long if we just split apart all the time..." Walking over to White rummaging through the boxes he asked "Found anything good?"
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*White turned around and almost shot Edward* "Don't sneak up on me like that!" *He pulled up the hair pin and then went over to the door that was locked and started picking the lock* "No I haven't found anything useful yet, but if I did I would tell you because frankly we need all the firepower we can get if we are dealing with something that doesn't need guns to kill you, which in my book is usually a baaaad thing." *Click* "Sweet, the door's open. Let's get out of here, I don't like dark places without a flashlight."
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"Seconded" Edward said, following White out the door. "I'm Edward by the way. 4th Battalion The Rifles... Not that it matters now..."
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*The wolf looked side to side as he exited the door looking down and up the street* "I think we're safe for now, let's move out to that abandoned gas station over there." *He made a hand signal to that direction* "I'll take point and you back me up with cover fire if anything goes wrong." *The wolf stretched for a couple of seconds and then made a dash going for the car next to the gas station as far as he could* "Oh man, I hope he's a good shot >.>..."
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"Got it" Bracing his revolver Edward scanned the wide Boulevard for any sign of zombies. As White made it to the gas station Edward raced foward and got into cover by the car next to White. "All clear" Edward said "But there's a load of zombies up by that crossroads" pointing down the street to a group of faraway figures. "Don't think they've spotted us. Better be careful though"
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*White looked down at his radio that he had forgotten about* "Hmm... well before we continue let me at least check if we have some sort of other allies out here.." *White clicks through frequencies on it* "Glacier reporting in, can anyone hear me, over?" *White went through several channels without hearing anything but dust and echoes and his face was going more pale as he went through* "This isn't good, it's starting to feel like one of those Stephen King movies... and we could really use support. If we don't find some others with guns soon we could be in trouble."
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Dave looks down as his radio buzzes, tuning in he responds
"Roger Glacier, this is Tavor... do you read?"
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"Oh my god I'm so glad somebody is out there, Tavor. Glacier reporting for duty sir, we are located at a crossroads between Albany Road and Peccor Road at the abandoned gas station behind a blue sedan.. please send backup. Large zombie outbreak... ~Crrtzz~ Over." *White sighs in relief as he made some contact* "We might actually make it out of here Edward."
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"Kinda busy here myself.. got a hell of a lot of imps behind me and my team... If they werent there i'd be able to help but I can't... sorry friend"
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*White just sort of sees the last grain of hope go into the wind as he gripped the radio hard and his face took a new impression* "Thank you for the intel Tavor, Glacier signing out, over." *White clicked his gun and looked at Edward for a moment then up back towards the zombies* "Where there are zombies, there are more guns or people usually. If we can make it through them, we might be able to do something about our situation. You can stay here if you want, but I'm going to die guns blazing rather than hiding." *White walked towards the zombies with his pistol at the ready*
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"God... how did we get into such a mess... I hope we find someone else out here... otherwise we are (censored)"
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Spike had been sitting in that window for some time now. Cigarette butts littered the floor beneath his boots. He watched out the window to the street below as zombies and demons alike ran through ever so often. None had spotted the desert fox hiding ever so quietly in the shadows of the house and for that he'd been lucky. He'd light another cigarette and stare out that window until Sergeant Tavor would arrive. He'd walk around the small room and dig through it's contents. He'd found the diary of a girl who'd once lived there and deciding that he and she both were complete strangers that there was no harm in reading it. He slumped down against the wall below the window and stared at the cover that was worn and tattered with age. He opened to the first page. The writing seemed like that of a sixteen year old. He tapped the ash off the end of his cancer stick and squinted his eyes to read the small fine print as he inhaled. "June 17th 2015..." He said aloud before he began to read.
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"I've got a better idea" Edward called out. He pointed to the gas station & made an explosion gesture with his hands. "Someones gonna' need to be bait though, but seeing as your so eager to go out all guns blazing I suggest it's you"
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*White turned around quite glad he was willing to eliminate the current issue at hand* "Oh good, well I'll fire a pot shot over at the zombies and then while they follow me and my fail sprinting speed you blow up the gas tank and if there is anything left we shoot its friggin' head off." *White turned back and started walking forward while eyeing the distance between him and the gas tank and walked close enough to see the eyes of the zombies*
~Loud whistling noise~ "HEY! You guys over there, that's right uglies I have a little present for you!" *White took aim with his handgun and shot at one of them directly pointed at his head*
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Laughing Edward vaulted into cover behind a pile of rubble as the dozen or so zombies started charging straight for him & White. As White ran past Edward waited till the first zombie came after and shot a petrol pump. As the fireball mushroomed up the blast knocked Edward to the floor. As the explosion died away he called out "Hey, you still alive out there?" (OOC- White tell him your goddamn name otherwise there's only 2 options- 1) Continuity fail or 2) I say "Hey" far more often than I usually would)
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*White fell over and then got up and darted forth towards the car and skidded on his shoes then rolled over the hood of the car and sat down on the ground then looked around for Edward* "EDWARD?! If you can hear me, it's Glacier over here behind the car." *White looked over the top of the sedan and saw nothing but smoke greet his eyes and he squinted as he rubbed them from the sting of the heat* "He probably jumped behind something, I'll just wait here for a few seconds because we don't know if all the zombies are dead yet.."
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Faintly hearing White's call Edward laughed again, gazing round at the smouldering corpses of the zombies, shouting "You don't like that you sons of mothers do you!!" Running over to the car he held out his hand to White "Come on Glacier, let's make a break for your squad & help them out with those Imps before that blast attracts every demon in Paris" (OOC- Gods I should check previous posts before making a fool out of myslef)
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(Rawr it no matter ^_^) *White jumped up at the sound of his voice* "That sounds great, let's go find Tavor! He's being attacked by being some sort of Imp.. or at least I think that's what he said.. anyways onward!" *White brushes himself off and takes Edward's hand* "Uhh... but which way do we go? Tavor sounded pinned down so maybe he was at some sort of dead end, so if we look around I'm sure we could find him.. how about we try the residential area first? Of course I don't know if that's a good place either, but it's your call."
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The heavy sound of low thumping caught Spike's attention. He looked up from the book and listened as footsteps were slowly making their way up the steps to the room he was in. He pulled his pistol and repositioned himself to face the door. The footsteps were getting closer and closer. "...Tavor?...Tavor!?" There was no reply and the footsteps stopped. Spike aimed and fired atleast half the clip into the wall. He stopped and listened. There was a moment of silence before there was a thump. Spike watched as a pool of blood poured into the doorway.
Suddenly, a zombie jumped in through the door snarling and ready to jump. Spike raised his pistol and fired twice, hitting the zombie once in the face then again in the neck, killing it instantly. His gun was out of ammo and yet a third zombie was already in the doorway. Spike tossed his gun aside, got up and charged, and tackled the zombie to the floor. Natually, the zombie fought back. To Spike, this was like any other bar brawl only this time, Spike was pulling his bayonet. They wrestled with eachother on the floor, knocking over furniture and rolling over ontop of eachother fighting to get control of Spike's blade.
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(uhmmm spike, Demons actually can take more then 2 shotgun blasts... and are the size of gorillias..)
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(whatever floats yer boat)
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Kiala's mind whirled. Out of nowhere there had came a...something. But then it was gone just like that...snap. Macintosh whined, snapping at thin air.
She put her head in her hands. "Muuuu...." she cried. "What on earth is going on here, everyone? Please help me understand."
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"FOLLOW US!"
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Jumping at the harsh yell, Kiala did as she was told, motioning for Macintosh to follow.
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"Sir! We got her! Lets get out of here!!!!"
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The knife was getting closer and closer to Spike's face. He was pressing up against his enemy's arm as much as he could. To Spike's surprise, his arm was getting tired and the knife was but an inch away from going through his eye. He looked around and noticed his empty pistol on the ground a few feet away. He let one hand go from his assailant's and reached for the last glimer of hope he had left. His fingers brushed up against the polished metal. "Dammit. This always seems to happen." He thought to himself. He finally got hold of his gun and smashed it as hard as he could against the side of the zombie's face, knocking it to the ground beside him. He quickly rolled ontop of the zombie and began to ram his fist through the zombie's face. He punched and punched until his knuckles were raw. It wasn't long before Spike's rage had been settled. The fox slumped back against the wall and looked at the mess he'd made. He looked at his bloody hands and fur. He reached over and picked up his pistol, loading it with the penultimate clip he had left. He holstered his weapon, retrieved his knife, and stepped over the bodies to get the diary. He stuffed it into his pocket and walked out of the room, stepping over the dead zombie in the hallway at the top of the stairs. He walked down the steps and back out into the street.
He got on the radio. "Sgt. Tavor, this is Pvt. Miller. What is your ETA, sir? Over."
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Seeing Spike
"Eta is dang quick,hang tight soldier!" he said before running to Spike.
"You look terrible.... did you give those zombies a 'goodbye' present...."
He woulda said more but he heard an explosion a few blocks away, unfortunately all the imps that were chasing the team, are now really angry now.
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Spike looked at Tavor and saluted wit his blood covered hand. "Yes sir." He smiled. "Goddamn is it good to see you, Sarge." He turned in the direction of the explosion and looked back at Tavor. "What's your plan of action, Sir?"
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Gnarl looked back at the explosion with a snarl and refocused on the group. Fireball in hand, he barked out orders to fire at will. (Pun intended) The fireballs screeched towards the group in a massive wave of immolation.
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"TAKE COVER!" He yelled as he dove behind a car. Landing with a thud, he fell near a dead Marine, and in the Marine's death grip was a Saiga-12C Semi Auto Shotgun, and next to him were 2 clips of shells, (the gun takes clips) slapping a clip into the shotgun, he prepared to come up with a new flurry of death to the Impys.
(wait for others!)
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Shiro took cover near the Sergeant and Spike.
"Need a medic?"
He pulled out his first aid after looking at the state Spike was in.
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Kiala took cover next to Shiro, as he seemed to know what he was doing better than she did. Macintosh followed as best a dog could, crawling in her lap and whining.
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*White finally found Tavor or at least...* "Oh my god look at all those monsters over there!" *White pointed it out to Tavor across the ways from the top of a building* "I bet Tavor is over there, come on let's go!" *White sped his way down the staircase and grabbed the ladder towards the bottom as it swung down to the ground and then he made his way across the road* "I hope they're alright for now, but I'll be there soon.."
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As soon as the firestorm stopped, Tavor snapped upwards and opened fire on the Imps. Scoring shots he saw as flesh was torn from demonic bodies as the high impact shells ripped into the Imps. Three fell down in pain as limbs were severely damaged or chests exploded inwards. Their screeches were threatening to break the sound barrier.
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*White got close enough to see one of these so-called "Imps" from behind and he gazed upon it for a little while* "What in tarnation is that darned thing? It looks like fuzzy brown evil!" *White pulls out his handgun and aims for the head of one as he looks side to side to make sure he's not being Blitz Krieged or compromised by a backward attack* "Last thing I need is to get surrounded when I have this cruddy little one handed piece for killing. I would kill for a shotgun right now." *White took his shot at the Imp*
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Shiro looked up from Spike.
"He is stable. Now all we need to do is get out of here. After that, introductions." He said, pulling out his pistol.
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Now all patched up, Spike looked back to the house from which he'd ran out from then looked back at Shiro and Tavor. "We can go through the back door of that house. There's an alley way in the back of the yard on the otherside."
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Hearing White's shot, Edward finally caught sight of White again & gasped as he saw the Imps, fireballs in hand, moving to encircle White. Out of breath, drawing his revolver again, he muttered under his breath "Aww, tuck this nish man..." Bracing he fired at an Imp, catching it on the shoulder and hopefully downing it as it tumbled to the ground screeching. "Glacier, which way?" Edward yelled above the choas.
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Shiro saw Edward shoot the imp in the back, and when the monster turned it's head his direction, he loaded a slug from his revolver into the back of the monster's head.
"Sergeant, mind the pun, but it is getting pretty hot down here!"
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Gnarl realized that he had led his troops into a crossfire as he saw his charges get shot from either side. Already knowing where the main group was, he turned his attention to White and charged up to him, fireball in hand.
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Spike drew his pistol and fired at one of the imps that grew near, having its brains fly out the back of its head. He turned and aimed at the nearest target and fired again.
"Sarge! We better get outta here!"
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"Any options of escape private!" He yelled, a fireball whizzing over his head.
He popped back up from his cover and blew the offender off his feet.
As if on cue, over the Civil protection loud speakers, 30 Seconds to Mars- The Kill plays.
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Seeing an Imp charging towards White, Edward quickly replaced the two empty cartridges in his revolver with fresh ones, fumbling them into place and took aim, emptying all 6 shots into Gnarl. Edward shouted "Glacier, come on, get to cover!!".
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"Sorry Sarge, too busy shooting imps to find an escape route!"
He shot his revolver into Gnarl's chest cavity, then ducked to reload.
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As the song blared, out of nowhere, Kiala felt a certain, strange sort of emotion begin to take over her. She very carefully rose to one knee and aimed her weapon at a far-off imp closing in...then fired. It hit dead on.
"Boo-yah baby!" she exclaimed. This was, honestly, the first time she had ever felt the urge to kill one of the things...And, this time, her Muu was an excited one.
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*White heard Edward calling out behind him and then quickly turned to a burnt out car and rolled behind it and took cover* "More monsters approach I see!" *White nodded to Edward and looked up from the car with his gun pointed into the street looking for something to shoot* "I could do this all day if I had more ammo!"
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Shiro knelt down, emptying the chamber of his revolver of shells.
"I'm out... anyone have any bright ideas?"
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Spike fired his weapon again and looked back at Tavor and Shiro. "The house!" He pointed. The house from which he'd came from was just across the street but there was little cover over the span of the 15 yards which was enough to get them all killed. "We can escape through the yards on the other side!" Spike suggested from behind the cover of garbage cans.
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Shiro gave the other soldier a thumbs up, but was waiting for a lull in the fireballs.
((Gabag, waiting for your OK))
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Tavor glanced at the house, sure the house itself provided excellent cover, but the way there was suicide. Looking around he remembered seeing a back alley that led there.
"Alright we're going to that house, but we need to take an alternate route... the direct way is suicide!" He said standing up and raising his hand to signal for everyone to follow him.
Soon after a fireball smashed the cover he was just at, burning a nice hole through it. Tavor was running to the alley, taking cover behind a dumpster, and switching to his USP to headshot an imp, for his shotgun had only one clip remaining.
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Shiro was right behind him.
"Lets get out of here fellas! No need to get fried!"
He took a couple of potshots at imps as he ran, then got into cover.
"Man, where did these (censored) come from!?"
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*Finally reaching the bottom of the clip as they say, White tosses his gun at an Imp's head and runs past them with a couple tossing fireballs past him and one hitting him in the rear* "OOUCCCHH!!! OHM ON FIRE!" *White runs with fire on his rump, dragging a smoke trail as he goes, he runs past Tavor without noticing him and sits his butt in a bucket of water* "AHHH!!! That feels so much better.."
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Kiala ran to catch up to Shiro, no longer nervous, no longer scared, simply ready to take on whatever came her way under this firey sky. She managed to shoot down another smallish hell-bent creature on her way to catch up, bring her total to a whopping two kills. How embarassing was that? Still, better than nothing. She took cover behind him, waiting for what was to be done next.
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Spike was the last to follow behind the squad. He stood up from his cover of garbage and fired several shots before rushing off after Tavor and dodging fire balls hitting the floor around his feet as he ran into the alleyway. He reloaded his weapon with his last remaining clip before sliding it back in his holster. He heard a clang at his feet and looked down. He picked up a fire axe that lay in between two dumpsters who's handle had been sticking out, allowing Spike to stumble over it. It's blade was covered in dried blood and bits of hair...whoever had been using it last didn't want it slowing them down. He held it in his hands, taking a few light swings in the air. Nodding in satisfaction, he decided to hold onto it and waited for further instruction.
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Shiro was madly looking for another gun. He was no use in close quarters, so another gun would be extremely helpful. He fished around in his pocket for something to use, when his hand stumbled upon a couple more rounds he was saving.
He loaded the last 4 shot he had into the barrel of the Revolver, and waited for instructions from the Sarge.
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Scarpering after the rest of the thrown together squad, Edward checked his ammo. "Two clips left..." he muttered. As he caught up with the rest of the squad he called out "How about we get to a police station? The French police go armed don't they?"
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Macintosh came up to Kiala, urgently, tail flat and low, and tugged on her pants. "What is it boy?" she asked. "What is it?" But he showed no major response, simply sitting down at her feet.
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*White jumped out of the water and got up soaking on the ground* Gah! Now I'm all wet and thank goodness not cold because of my training. Now... where did Tavor go? *White looks around in the alley he was in and saw some Imps out on the street looking for something to destroy* "Ehh... yeah I better find him seeing as how I don't have a gun now, just my Butterfly knife :S."
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Gnarl woke up back in Hell. At first he was confused, but the pain in his chest reminded him of why. He had died. But then he did get two full clips of ammunition through his chest and spine. He looked around at where he was at and noticed he was moving and he wasn't alone. He seemed to be on a conveyer belt with many other slain demons.
He knew what this was...and what was going to happen...
This was where dead demons were sent to be repurposed as Revenants.
...and he was next in line...
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Tavor knew the police station was probably crawling with demons cause thats where survivor's would usually go. RIght now he was just focused on getting to this house.
He kicked the door open and immediately ran downstairs to check for demons.
The previous owner must've been a terrorist or something, because the basement had a few SMGS and shotguns stocked down there. All illegal and unregistered, but who cares now, the world is ending, and guns are still guns.
(basically find a real shotgun/smg and say you grabbed it or something)
"Holy mother of...." he said trailing off. Providence must've had a plan for this squad to survive then.
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*White skidded inside the house and ran past the door then jumped inside with it being dark and didn't see the stairs as he was about to land on the ground and in the few split seconds mid-flight his thoughts were...* "Oh CRAP!" *Bang bang bang bang... trashcan lid rolled over to the side and clanged on the ground as White implanted into some trash in the basement* "Ugh..... owww.... my... insides hurt so bad..." *White shook it off and looked up at Tavor* "Oh my god I found someone, please tell me you are Tavor?!" *White looked past him and saw all the guns* "SWEET MOTHER OF MERCY! Can I please have two of those SMGS?!"
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Spike walked in and set down his axe. He picked up the first weapon he saw and held it in his hands. It was a sawed off Mossberg 590 shotgun with a tactical grip complete with a flashlight and retractable stock. Spike was impressed. He cocked it open. It's chamber was fully loaded and ready to fire. He slung it over his back and took the ammo belts that lay next to it and clipped them to his waist. He looked over to another table where something caught his eye. He took out his pistol and set it down on the table next to an MP5. Spike picked up a fully automatic Glock 18 and put it in the holster that formerly belonged to the Beretta. He picked up the extra clips that were sitting in a milk crate along with several other assortments of munition. He then walked back and picked up his axe. "K...I'm done shopping." He said with a smile.
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Tavor just nodded his head to white as he was dumbstruck by the amount of firepower in the room. Taking out his USP, he gave it a once look over and discarded like it was trash. Instead he pulled out a Desert Eagle .44, with attached laser sight and optional scope, plus some extra munitions for his Saiga-12C.
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*White practically dashed over to the wall and gripped the two UZIs he saw and put them on his sides* "Okay it's time to rock n roll baby!" *White grabbed some clips and shoved them into his bag* "Let there be no demon left unscathed, all shall perish." *White clicked the barrels loaded*
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"This will do nicely..." Shiro said while grabbing an HK SMG II with scope and a pack of ammo.
"Ok, now I feel like we gotta chance, sir."
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"It appears as though the police were outgunned anyway..." Edward said, then let out a low whistle of astonishment. Grabbing a box full of .357 Magnum for his Mateba he ran his hands over the racks of guns. "Let me see... You look suitable..." He said, picking an M4 Commando with a laser-dot & silencer. "Man this guy had some serious kit... I'm ready when you are lads & lasses" he carried on, shoving ammo clips into his webbing.
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((Resa, M4's an assualt rifle. Gabag and company said SMGs or shottys. May I suggest a P90?))
There was a low thumping sound coming from behind a closed door on the opposite end of the room. Spike dragged the axe on the floor by the handle as he walked across the room to the other door. The thumping became louder and louder. There even appeared to snarling as well. Spike looked back at the rest of the squad. The dust covered fox positioned himself in front of the door and lifted the axe above his head. He brought it down as hard as he could at the center of the wood door. The thumping stopped immediately. Spike let go of the axe that was lodged into the wood. The was a small pause before the door slowly creaked open with a body attached to it on the other side. A short zombie was hanging off the axe blade that was dug deep into his skull. The body suddenly dropped to the ground with a loud thud. Spike removed the axe from the door and wiped blood off the blade on his victim's clothes. "I found the way out." He said looking at the rest of the group.
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(gotta wait for unicorns to arm up)
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The dog's tension was ignored once the girl followed the others into the room. Initially, Kiala found herself shocked by the firepower this single, lonely room held. But no matter. Everyone else was arming up, and she refused to find herself the only one not taking advantage.
Rather than going for a gun immeadiatley, she went for a longbow and arrows- PSE Coyote. She wished she was smart enough to tell an SMG from a shotty, but sometimes a girl has to make do with the brains she has. Seeing a semi-autiomatic Remington and the case of bullets to match, she plucked them from the wall and readied herself.
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"Kill all sons of dogs, that's my official instructions." *White chik-chiks a shotgun on the wall and then puts it back* "I feel like I had to say that at least once.. anyways what's the plan now Tavor? Surely there are tons of imps and other horrible stuff up there waiting now." *White looks over at the counter and then picks up some sunglasses and puts them on* "Okay now I feel like I can do anything."
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"Hmm... I better bring this too..."
Shiro got a satchel with a Benelli M4 shotgun, ammo, and a couple medical kits. He put his SMG in, and pulled out the Benelli.
"Ok, I call Backman." He said, referring to the paintball position he used to play at peace time.
"Last one alive, hit the lights."
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((Resa, M4's an assualt rifle. Gabag and company said SMGs or shottys. May I suggest a P90?))
(Hmm, most times I've seen it it's been counted as an SMG but I know technically it's a carbine. Damn. Not gonna' argue though 'cause P-90's are awesome.) Edward looked down, and, feeling foolish, saw that the ammo clips he'd been collecting where the wrong calibre. Rummaging around he couldn't find any the right type, and cursed the French for bad organisation. Putting the M4 down he sighed, pulled the ammo clips out of his webbing and went looking for another gun. A brief search yielded a P-90 with the same attachments as the M4, with plenty of proper clips. "OK, now I'm ready". Looking at the hole in the door stained in blood he sighed again. "At least I hope so..."
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"Ok plan is get to the airport, we'll fly an airliner outta here, unfortunately someone has to learn to fly a plane damn quick... We'll swing by the car dealership and head straight to the airport... Now i know there's gonna be a lot of Hell's minions.. but they can go to Hell, I got a shotgun" he said after clacking in a new clip for his shotgun.
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*White grinned at the commands* "Sir, I know how to fly a plane." *White checked his UZIs to make sure they were ready to go* "Ironically however, I am not good at driving, I hope someone else here is." *White looked down somewhat embarrassed* "I never took an interest in cars, planes were always a lot more entertaining to me."
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Spike looked around the room and raised his hand. "I took a few NASCAR driving courses once..." He said with a small grin spreading across his face. "Only problem is most of the main roadways to Orly Airport have been blocked off...due to uhhh...demolition operations." He coughed.
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*White frowned at Spike* "No wonder it was so hard to get here >_>... Well anyways, it would seem we've got the necessary members to get this plan into action. We just need some firepower to get to the last 2 steps." *White raises his guns* "I hope they give us a hard time, I really want to shoot something."
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Kiala watched the others discuss the plan, feeling rather nervous as she fidgeted with the longbow, half glad they didn't ask her about her special skills, half sad that she didn't have any to be asked of. So she simply ambled over to their side and cocked her head, dog following, both intrested in what was going to go down.
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"The hell does that mean road's demolished by demolitions......" Tavor stopped himself as he figured out the meaning and facepalmed himself.
"Whatever let's go, Cow girl, how about you take point?" (basically take the lead)
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*White turned around having not noticed Kiala before* "Who are you?" *White looks at the longbow in her hands then looks over to dog* "Is it true that dogs are immune to zombie virus?" *White said that in a rather random mood then almost bashed his head with his gun for asking such a dumb question in such a predicament of the time*
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Face immeadiatley flushing over, she nodded quickly. "I'm Kiala...umm..and this is my dog, Macintosh," she said, motioning at the male border collie. Then she laughed. "And that's a good question about him being immune, really quite perceptive. Only he could tell you whether that was true or not." Then her face grew serious again as she turned to look at Tavor. "I'm really not all that good at this stuff...And I'm really not sure you could trust me with...leading this is all. But I'd be glad to give it a go." She smiled just a little and started readying her weapons for carrying, moving to the front. "If I die, then I'm just another cow, right?"
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"Don't worry you got the squad behind you... besides taking the lead is usually safer if we come across an ambush, cause they let the person in the lead go first then fire on the rest of us, although it's dangerous if we find wandering beasties
Just think of it as a training exercise but lethal"
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"Not to me, I don't like seeing anyone die :(." *White looked somewhat sad and naive in his response, being still relatively young and not experienced by any regard in the art of war or witnessing of death firsthand* "I like to make it a duty to keep people going and make sure they are fit for battle." *White saluted with his medic bag flinging up in the air momentarily then falling back down and smacking into his leg*
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Heart fluttering, she grinned widely at them, glad somebody cared. Her dog wagged his tail.
"All right. I'm guessing we should be leaving...right about...now?"
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Spike couldn't believe Tavor's words. When you're ambushed, everyone is shot at; the reason being that it was because you were lead into one. He looked at Kiala and sighed. "Yes. You lead us where to go. You're first out that door and we follow behind." He was surprised Sgt. Tavor put a soldier with minimal combat experience in the lead. He half assumed it was for that reason that she was chosen. Did Tavor want to get them all killed? Spike didn't think that this was one of the best courses of action; However, Kiala seemed glad to get the position and she did need the experience...on the other hand, he wasn't about to let herself get killed along with the rest of them. The chance of her leading the squad into an ambush seemed highly likely. He couldn't let this happen. He looked at Tavor. "Permission to speak frankly, Sir?"
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Shiro put a hand on Kiala's shoulder.
"Don't worry... if you are hurt, I'll be two steps behind."
He turned to Tavor.
"Sir... I don't think she as enough combat expirience. I have been on more operations than the rest of the crew, i am pretty sure, however, your judgement is final." He said, asking the question Spike was going to ask.
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"If your going to criticize me spit out trooper" Tavor spat, checking the windows.
No sign of any beasties yet, that was good.
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He was right, no, no she didn't have enough combat experience. Yes, yes it was likely she would go and get herself hurt. But when someone of higher stance asked her to do something, she did it. She turned to Shiro. "Thanks. I appreciate what you're trying to do for me. It's not up to me, though. It's up to everyone else here." She shook her head.
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Edward shrugged "Well someone's gotta' go first, and it seems a bad idea to stick in one place, even with this much ordnance lying about... Just someone take point and let's get moving"
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"You know what? Okay. I'll do it," Kiala decided with a sigh of completion and a smile, giving all of them a last look before taking up the lead. I think I want to do this after all. Might be good for me.
The cow was much better with bows than with guns, and quickly readied an arrow, holding the bow down and to her right side as she stepped out of the room and into the open. She checked for anything suspicious before clearing the others to follow.
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*White follows behind Kiala and says* "I wonder if there's such a thing as a gattling bow that shoots a multitude of arrows every second?" *White tried to imagine it in his head and a smile spreads across his face* "That would be awesome." *He opened his pouch and took out his Benchmade Model 42* "This is one of my favorite toys." *He flips it around in one hand*
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"I'll go second. If she gets hurt, I am gonna need to be right there. That and I have combat expirience, so if we get in a bind, we will be ok."
He flipped the safty off his shotgun.
"We had better be moving soon, there are a ton of... i guess they should be called imps. Like in that game... doom i think it was called."
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"I'll take up second position... nothing bad will happen... I promise" He said to the soldiers before following a little behind Kiala.
He could sense her apprehension, but he knew with a little bit of time that would be replaced with determination.
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Spike rolled his eyes and shooke his head. "This is FUBAR." He muttered to himself. Nonetheless, he picked up his axe in his arms and followed close behind.
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"I second that" Shiro said, and fell in fourth place
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"I third that" Tavor said, agreeing with the soldiers declaring FUBAR.
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Probably sounding like a total idiot, which she often considered herself so, she added: "I fourth. It's decided then. Total FUBAR."
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*White just shrugged and looked away from the others taking his place in the back* "I'm going to kill whatever gets behind us then." *He almost burst out laughing at the thought of those things outside thinking they could sneak up on the group and then heartlessly killing them without a single moment of hesitation or regret as bullets pumped into their hapless brains* "A wolf can wish... A wolf can wish."
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Spike was able to see the door up ahead. Light was showing through the frame while a light whistling filled the hallway. A lot of the houses that had joined basements from a while back which were used for fire escape in the 19th century. Some of the houses even joined to others across the street. Since most of the houses had collapsed from bombing, basements were open and exposed allowing for easy access outside. Upon earlier recon, Spike noted that there was a lot of cover from fences and houses when he looked out of his nest in the window. The yards were empty.
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Shiro knelt in front of the door, shotgun ready.
"Breach on command. In position."
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*Places a pistol to this unauthorized post and pulls the trigger*
There's a thing called rules, and going to the OOC Board, and another thing called posting there, and another thing after that called waiting patiently while I accept you
Oh and no randomness in this rp, I won't tolerate it and it's called a Serious rp for a reason
I expect too much out of noobs
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Ghost
remove these posts or I will get a moderator to do it for you
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Spike walked past Shiro and kicked the door open. Spike stood in the doorway. He was right about having easy access to the outside. He looked around and then looked up at the firey sky. It was was quiet. In the distance there was the booming of artillary and gunfire. He looked back at Kiala before he spoke. "Taking point?" He stepped aside.
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(waits for therebeunicorns cause she's lead)
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She quickly nodded in understanding and stepped forward into the lead. Her bow had already been strung, so there was no worry about lack of weaponry, but still, the sight of the burning sky and the far-away sounds of bullets ricochet off of walls, off of each other, off of...she didn't want to know. In her hands, the bow trembled.
"Are we running toward or away from that noise?" Kiala asked weakly. It may have come off as a stupid question, but she was serious about it...for all they knew, there could be someone in that turmoil that needed their help. Though...if not...then she could likely be setting herself -and the others- up for a death trap.
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She quickly nodded in understanding and stepped forward into the lead. Her bow had already been strung, so there was no worry about lack of weaponry, but still, the sight of the burning sky and the far-away sounds of bullets ricochet off of walls, off of each other, off of...she didn't want to know. In her hands, the bow trembled.
"Are we running toward or away from that noise?" Kiala asked weakly. It may have come off as a stupid question, but she was serious about it...for all they knew, there could be someone in that turmoil that needed their help. Though...if not...then she could likely be setting herself -and the others- up for a death trap.
"Towards" said Edward. "We left someone behind a while ago & that might be them. If not, however it is probably needs our help anyway..." He looked at Tavor and asked. "Or am I jumping down your throat?"
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"Your doing fine... everyone stick together and we should live...." Tavor said
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Should live? That was a bit on the vauge side...
"Okay then, ya'll," she said, briefly slipping back into her redneck accent. "Keep them tails on end, never know what'll pop up in this iffy place." Stateing the obvious, of course, but Kiala's social skills tended to lack.
Macintosh at her heels, Kiala continued to lead the group forward, twoards the god-awful sounds, trying to look brave about it. Every now and then, as she slunk along the sidewalk, she would think she saw a flash of something- a flash of darkness -but then it would be gone. The dog whined and trotted ahead.
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Suddenly, in the center of Kiala's flashlight beam, was a shadow without an owner. The shadow seemed to grunt angrily and darted out of the light, disappearing into the darkness. More grunts seemed to come from all around, as the darkness itself seemed to shift about. Then, without warning, a massive slash appeared on Shiro's back as one of the Spectres moved in for the kill.
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"GOD (bleep) IT!"
He turned around it time to shoot the shadow with a shotgun. It was lucky his pack was back there, and it cut through it, his ammo and Machine gun falling out.
"Contact! What the (bleep) are these creeps?!'
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Kiala screamed girlishly as the shadow launched an initial attack, but, then, remembering she needed to at least appear like she had some guts, the cow shut her mouth and whipped around, pulling back her arrow and aiming into the darkness, where the hellish sounds of shadows clinked against each other. "Shiro!" she called, glancing back at her comrades. "Did you get hit?"
Where is that dang thing? She thought. It had come out of nowhere for an attack, then...disapeared into nowhere...what was it planning?
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Another shadow darted through the group, tearing at Spike's legs. The shadows were moving faster now, as they began to work themselves into a frenzy.
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"SPECTRES!" Tavor yelled, opening fire blindly... he heard a grunt of pain and fired at the source, tearing what he thought was head from body with the sheer amount of shells.
"Aw (censored), THERE'S TOO MANY, RUN BACK TO THE LIGHT!"
he yelled before firing backwards again, missing some shots and getting a glancing hit on others.
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Shiro's shotgun got knocked out of his arms, and he grabbed his machine gun and fired blindly behind him as he ran into the light.
"(Censored)!" He grabbed at his waist belt for the extra machine gun ammo he had. The shotgun and a little of the SMG ammo was in the satchel, but the rest was on his belt. He wasn't defenseless, but he knew he wouldn't be able to get that ammo or shotgun back.
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Spike yelled in pain. "Son of a b...-uisness man!" He leaned against the wall as blood poured from cuts in his legs. He drew his automatic side arm and began to spray blindly into the crowd. He slowly made his way towards the doorway to the outside while the Glock 18 was riddling the hall with bulletholes. His cuts were deep and he could feel it. His bones were exposed but not broken or severed. He dragged himself along the wall, leaving a trail of blood behind himself. "Guys!? A little help!!?!?"
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Shiro noticed Spike was falling back. He turned, dodging a swing from one of the... specters? and threw Spike over his shoulder.
"Come on man, you'll be fine as soon as we get into the light!"
He fired behind him again as the shadows got a couple claw scratches on his legs and back. He leapt through the doorway into the light, and put Spike down on the ground.
"You okay? Let me take a look at that. I think the rest of them have the door under control." he said as he pulled out his medkit.
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As the shadows like creatures rushed towards Edward he flicked on his laser-dot & raised his P-90. The thin red beam flickered as it met the Spectre and was followed by a burst of fire. As the Spectres kept on coming Edward started running backwards, stumbling over his own feet, he turned around and ran for the door shouting "Hell, what do we do!?"
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As Edward turned around, one of the Spectres took it as an opportunity to attack. Leaping through the air, it landed on Edward's back and began tearing into him with invisible fangs.
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Edward fell over backwards, slamming the Spectre to the ground. He rolled over and shot the Spectre as it recovered. Getting to his feet e touched his tail & back, feeling the tears in the cloth of his shirt & the missing lumps of fur. Looking around he saw the flickers of Spectres encircling him. Readying his weapon he cursed, then charged forwards towards the doorway again, gun blazing.
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Oh dear. Kiala happened to be the furthest one away from the light, as she had gone first...
"Don't worry! I'm right behind you guys!" she called. In actuality, she wanted to stay behind as long as possible and get as many kills as possible........What kind of leader was she if she ran away at the first sign of danger? Facing your fears is always the first step twoards being brave. Snarling, Macintosh fell into place at her heels, ready to bite anything that dareth bite his master Kiala. She at last was able to aim well enough at one of the Spectres- a darkly soul lingering on the corner of its companions' mob -that she felt ready to release the arrow. The string resounded with a twang as the arrrow shot forth...Kiala crossed her fingers that it would hit its mark.
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The arrow struck true to its mark and seemed to float in mid-air as the Spectre howled in pain.
Unfortunately...it takes more than an arrow to down a Spectre. The arrow swirled in a circle as the Spectre turned its attention to Kiala. It roared in rage and dove for the girl, knocking her onto her back as it pinned her underneath its invisible girth.
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With a great, deep-throated howl, Macintosh jumped onto the Spectre's back and dug his ivory teeth into the misty being. Underneath both of them, Kiala writhed, kicking and hitting, and after these proved unaffective- reaching for her other, more deadly weapon.
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The Spectre swung wildly at the unsuspected dog, trying to pull it off of it's back as it held Kiala to the ground. It didn't seem to notice that Kiala was grabbing something a little bigger to deal with it.
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"HAH!" Kiala yelled, and took the semi-auto Remington from her back. She had never been too confident in her abilities as a marksman, but the Spectre was right on top of her, and this was life or death here. "Mac, down!" The dog obeyed, retreating off to the side. With a new fury in her otherwise pale eyes, she squirmed into a better position and proceeded to fire one-two-three-four-five rounds into the Spectre, punctuating each shot with a "Ha!"
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Shiro finished patching up Spike.
"You are gonna be fine, just stay here in the light. I'll go back for the others."
He switched on the flashlight function on his SMG, and fired into the crowd that was around Resa.
"Come on! I'll cover you!"
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Spike crawled back and propped himself up against a rock as Shiro rushed back in after the squad. He reached behind and brandished the Mossberg 590 held it by it's forearm. He pumped his arm downward cocking the weapon and tossed it in the air before catching it in his right hand by it's grip. He aimed and fired, blowing away a Spectre in the doorway and having his arm snap back from the recoil.
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Well...she could only guess that after all that the Spectre had been defeated. The cow had shot the thing five times, after all. Relieved of her oppressor, for the time being at least, she stood to her feet, and clucked for Mac to heel. Together, they started to walk back towards the light, gun at the ready...
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((Walking not suggested! There are at least 5 more darting around!!))
Two of the Spectres saw Shiro drag away their meal and decided it was time to remedy that problem. One of the Spectres darted behind Shiro and ducked down, whilst the other rammed into Shiro from the front. The impact sent Shiro toppling over the Spectre behind him. Both Spectres began to tear at him from either side, as he lay prone.
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The mob of Spectres was dispersing under the combined fire from Edward, Spike & Shiro, but then two Spectres dived at Shiro & took him down. Putting on another burst of speed, Edward dropped his P-90 seeing it was to risky to shoot at the Spectres so close to Shiro, & drew his knife. Lunging fowards he slammed the blade down at one of the Spectres and was rewarded by a spurt of more-or-less blood from the strange creature.
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((Okay...that might have worked to actually harm it if it was an Imp or Zombie. Unfortunately it isn't and YOU just ticked it off. I hope you have a medkit handy because this is gonna hurt.))
The stabbed Spectre swung about as the knife entered its back. Seeing the offender, it roared in utter hate and charged. It slashed at Edward's chest, ripping through armor and flesh, before sending Edward carrening away into a wall. Charging again it rammed into Edward bashing him into the wall, creating an Edward shaped crater in the wall.
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*Crouching on the ground having waited several minutes watching his opponents and acting his opportunist role as it seemed they forgot about him, White watched Edward get pummeled into the wall and pulled up the dual UZIs* "Time to die you son of a female dog." *White shot his guns into the side of the Spectre until his magazines were empty* "Click-click-click-click." *The wolf watched intently to see what would happen next, talking some steps back just in case his plan failed* "60 .45 rounds should have been sufficient... I can only hope."
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"You... get... offa me!"
He put the barrel of his SMG into the creature'.... abdomen? and let loose all of the guns fury. He kicked off the gutted beast, and retreated to the light, just fireing through the doorway.
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Sliding down the wall Edward slumped with his head between his knees. As the Spectre raised to strike he fumbled for his P-90, raised it and pulled the trigger, only to fire just 3 shots before the magazine clicked empty. He sighed "Aww tuck this nish man..." Suddenly the Spectre has hit by a full broadside of SMG fire. Pulling his revolver out of his holster in the brief reprieve he added his own 6 shots to the storm. Dropping it back into his lap he wiped the blood from his mouth and waited to see if certain death had been replaced with uncertain death at a later date.
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Spike watched as Shiro rushed out of the doorway and into the sunlight. Spike was careful not to blow his head off while he was still pointing his weapon. He was glad somebody finally made it out. He laughed. "What took you so long? I was beginning to worry." Spike said with a smile. He was still propped up against the rock and still wondering why the squad just hadn't come out yet.
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The Spectre that had been mauling Edward dropped, as 66 rounds of ammunition shredded its internal organs. The remaining Spectres growled heatedly before darting back into the darkness.
*victory music plays*
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*White does a victory jump* "YES! Camping style of play for the win! I actually did something good for once... so I guess we should probably get going while the getting's good. Probably more of the damned around here, I don't want to be among them." *White moves out into the light rather quickly after his statements*
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Kiala halted when she noticed that the Spectres had dispersed, taking with them their frightful noise. It was still dark, very dark, and she couldn't shed any light on the situation- she had lost her flashlight in the prior struggle. "Guys?" Kiala called. "Is someone there?" Mac rubbed against her calf, panting heavily from exahstion.
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Edward muttered to himself "Teach me to go off being bloody minded..." Hearing Kiala call out he replied "Yo, over here. Can I have a hand up?" Looking towards the doorway he yelled "Hey stay there, don't go off without us!!"
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Shiro ran over to Edward.
"Okay, you are gonna be okay."
He picked him up fireman style and moved him over to where Spike was sitting propped up against a wall.
"You both are stable. Sit here for a sec. Don't get up yet, and that is an order. We can't move on with you guys banged up like this."
((Shiro is Lance Corperal and they are privates, so I think this works.))
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Spike reloaded shells into the shotgun. He looked at Edward sitting next to him. He looked just as bad as Spike did in the legs. The fox leaned his weapon against the wall next to him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of smokes. He pulled one out by his lips and lit up. He exhaled smoke through his nostrils and looked at Edward again. "Good work, Private." Spike said, smiling.
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Kiala darted over to the others to help, and, once she saw their state, she felt her body grow cold with fear and regret...she had- partially at least -allowed this to happen. Again the weight of being 'lead' fell upon her. She smiled weakly at the injured soldiers lying up against the wall. "Well, is there anything I can do?"
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Shiro kept a straight face.
"They will be fine, there is not much you can do. Maybe make sure the seargent is in good condition."
He looked over his two patients, wiping the mixed blood on the ground.
"You two feel okay?"
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"I'd be better for a cup of tea. Apart from that, fine." Looking around at Spike he shrugged "Thanks. Hate to think what would've happened if we hadn't come across that stash before running into those things. I hope they're just here..."
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Spike had heard what Kiala had said. He also heard what Shiro had said...and he was right. There was nothing Kiala could do for them...except maybe take the blame for having it all happen. But in Spike's way of thinking that wasn't right. She was inexperienced and he saw this coming. He had nothing against her and he probably could have done more to protect himself. He wiped his eyes and took another drag from his cigarette before looking up at Shiro and answering him. "I'm fine." His tone carried a hint of frustration and anger. He was done with this squad but he wasn't done with the mission. He wanted to get back home to his home out in Nevada and hit the slots. With that thought in mind, a faint smile crept through his lips only to be pressed out by his cigarette as he took another drag.
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A spectre, or at least what Tavor thought was a spectre, was struggling to stand, filled with bullets and shells, it somehow managed to live.
"It'll be over soon" He said, sticking his Saiga in the beasties mouth, pushing it to the roof, then pulling the trigger. He cringed a bit as spectre brain and flesh flew outwards, spraying out like a geyser.
"Ok maybe that was a bad idea" he thought, as a chunk of brain nearly landed on him.
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"No... your not. You just got slashed by a huge shadow monster and, until recently, was bleeding uncontrollably. You guys are lucky to stumble on a medic."
He wiped his hands on a rag and turned towards the sergeant.
"Sir, where should we head towards? You're the boss."
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Spiek only rolled his eyes. He took a final drag from his cigarette before flicking it away. "Shiro, being not-so fine, how far do we plan on getting with me and Edward in this condition?"
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He turned back.
"I didn't say you couln't walk... well... Edward won't be able to yet..."
He did a last cursory inspection, and motioned to help Spike on his feet.
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Spike took Shiro's hand and pulled himself up to his feet. His legs felt weird but he didn't seem to care as long as they worked. He bent down and picked up his shotgun. He looked down at Edward. "So what do we do with him?"
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"I'll carry him. I am used to carrying wounded. My last squad, if they were here, would tell you as much."
He picked up edward as gently as he could and put him on his back piggyback style.
"Okay sarge, ready to move out."
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TAvor glanced at Edward and cursed to himself.
"New Objective team, get to a hospital and heal Edward... we Can't have two team members slowed down like this... but we won't leave you behind Edward.. so we'll fix your legs..."
Taking out his flashlight, he illuminated the hallway.
"No sign of spectres... or anything for that matter.... good" he said to himself as he kept his gun/flashlight steady, moving it back and forth to illuminate everything.
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"Okay then, lets move. White? Watch my back. I won't be able to shoot with Edward on my back" He said, grunting Edward into a better position.
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Spike sighed and pulled out a stick of gum from his pocket before stuffing it in his mouth as he followed close behind. He looked at Shiro and held out a stick. "Gum?" He offered waving the small package.
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"Wouldn't this be easier with a stretcher or something? There's plenty of junk lying around to make one with." Edward said. "Slung between two guys shoulders, you could both shoot & so could I"
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Shiro accepted the gum.
"Thats okay Edward. It's your legs that are broken, not your arms. You can still fire from my back. Now lets get to that hospital."
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Spike pocketed what was left of the gum. "There's a field hospital at next checkpoint to the North." Spike pointed out. "It ain't that far, it's only 3 clicks away." He added before pulling out another cigarette and lighting up, the lit end glowing bright orange in the dark.
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"I don't mean to sound like a doctor, but lighting a cigarette here will kill you. I more ways than one. I'd put it out before you reveal our position."
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Spike stared at Shiro and was clearly not enthalled to hear his imput. But he was right. He rolled his eyes and took one large drag, the orange tip moving nearly all the way down the cancer stick in one inhale; a skill Spike picked up in high school. With his lungs filled with smoke at full capacity, Spike dropped the butt and pressed it out with his boot before exhaling a massive cloud. He chuckled and took one step before falling right on his face from the lack of oxygen in his brain.
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Tavor sighed and picked up the fallen Spike, and hoisted him to his feet, he held his hands for the others to wait until Spike got air again.
"You done killing yourself yet?" he asked the soldier, as he shined his flashlight down the hall, he heard a couple screeches and roars. Sounded like imps, but the echo was screwing with him.
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Spike collected himself and put up his hand.
"Yes, Sir."
He looked around. His was still a but dizzy but he would eventually clear up.
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((I'm NOT committing suicide and am not asking to be killed out of the game, though if I'm not uber careful that's what's going to happen.))
Kiala hung back as the others left. She was conflicted, stricken. Such things to happen...because of her. She had never been the smartest cookie in the pink box, nor the most socially wise, and by all this she automatically assumed she wasn't wanted. She kept slinking back further and further until her comrades faded from view. Macintosh gave her a strange look, as if he couldn't believe what she was doing.
Her plan was to go around the long way.
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Shiro turned around.
"Hey, where did that one cow go? I knew she was here a minute ago..."
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Edward shrugged "Must have chosen to go. What with me slowing us down even a snail could keep up... I'm sure she can take care of herself, even if she doesn't think so."
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Spike turned around and took Kiala's absence into account. He took off his helmet in disbelief as he looked down the dark passage way. "Is she mad? She can't just go off on her own!"
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"She can & she has. She handled herself well enough. Damn sight better than I did. Let alone, she'll have her reasons." Edward said, trying to placate Spike.
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Shiro looked up at Edward.
"Oh, quit sucking up soldier. We had better try to locate her. We will make for the Hospital and then we will locate her."
He started moving off.
"Come on, we are wasting daylight... if you can call it that."
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Kiala clumsily threw a leg over the fence, Macintosh in her arms (as he couldn't jump over on his own) and heaved herself over. It rattled with her weight. Once on the other side, she took stock of her surroundings. A few broken buildings. Floodlights cutting through dark gloom, illuminating brick walls and pale grey cement. The silence was so heavy it made the girl's ears hurt. She set the dog down and walked onward. This time she had her gun at the ready.
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Spike shook his head. He put his helmet back on and followed after Shiro.
They walked and walked until finally there was light at the end of the tunnel. It was quiet other than the faint sound of dripping water on metal. Spike's boots began to slosh through water. Spike hated deep puddles and he'd have to change his socks once he had the chance. Spike walked through the exit of the tunnel which happened to be a utility door and found himself standing at the bottom of the stairs for the enterance of the subway. Water was rapidly pouring down the stairs and into the rest of the metro. Without instruction, Spike made his way up the stairs while the rest of the group was behind him. He took off his helmet and placed it on the barrel of his gun. He raised his gun and poked the helmet just over the edge while he remained low. Spike held it there and listened.
Suddenly there was the roar of machine gun fire and dust flew up all around above Spike's head. He ducked lower and put his helmet back on. The gunfire ceased.
"Thunder! Thunder or we will fire on you!!!" A voiced called out from up above.
"Flash!!!" Spike yelled as loud as he could.
"Friendlies coming out!" The voice called again.
Spike poked his head up and looked around. Whoever was doing the shooting remained hidden. Spike walked up and out and stood on the street in a square. He was surrounded by bodies of various zombies and demons while blood pooled at his feet. He looked back down into the tunnel to the others. "Come on it's safe."
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(( I would call this godmodding cause' Gabag and Entaru said that they would bring up the encounters, but it's up to them. I'll wait for their decision))
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((At this point, I don't really care. We've been in the damn tunnel for weeks now. All I'm trying to do is get us moving.))
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(( True... true...))
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(yea sorry about the damn tunnel for weeks crap, and Spike it's fine)
Tavor almost shot the head off the man who yelled thunder, but Spike had already said the apparent code word.
"Thank god for that boy... otherwise we'd be battling demons... and our own kin" he thought. Climbing up the stairs, Tavor's eyes widened at the scene before him.
There was a hell of a lot of monsters, a few Cacodemons could be seen in the air, providing covering fire for a couple imps who shredded some Marines.
"At least some people are still a fightin" he muttered as he glanced and saw a marine with a shotgun, just cowering.
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Spike was busy giving sign language to a marine up in a bell tower. He gave a final gesture and walked up to Sgt. Tavor. "I got some intel that the field hospital is just up the street. We can re-arm and regroup there." There was a sudden boom and Spike looked up. The bell tower had been hit with a downed jet and now was in the middle of collapse. It landed covering them in dust. Spike frowned and looked back at Tavor. "We ready to move?"
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"Better than ending up like him... you know sometimes I feel like a red shirt with lines... odd isn't it?"
He moved Edward into a more comfortable position and started towards the field hospital.
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Spike jogged off after Shiro and quickly caught up, taking point. Marines had this area sealed off as best they could. Spike noted the slight shifting of adjusting rifle barrels protruding through a number of windows in almost every building. A few of them were aimed at the squad. The field hospital was in view. It was built outside what was left of the French parliament building and set up like an armoury. Guarded like one too. With the two anti-air systems and machine gun nests positioned at the enterance, this place was tight and still there was no sound but the clumping of their boots under their feet.
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Gazing around at the fortifications Edward whistled under his breath. "Jeez they got this place sealed up tighter than the Popes marbles. You guys gonna stay here after getting rid of me?" He said.
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"Heh, why woud we get rid of you? We need you patched up if you are gonna come back on the squad again."
He walked slowly by the doors, to not arouse suspicion, and into the hospital. There were marines everywhere in varying degrees of wounding. Some were walking around, some limping, some lying on beds opened like pea pods.
"Holy **** sir... what happened here..."
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Spike walked into the hospital after Shiro and Edward. He looked around at all the moaning soldiers rolling around in discomfort. There was a doctor next to him working anxiously with a number of scary looking instruments. A stream of blood squirted out of the wound. Spike was quick enough to dodge it. The doctor looked up. "Mind handing me that bucket, Private?" Spike turned around and took hold of the blood stained bucket filled with soiled gauze and shrapnel pieces and handed it over to the medic. He gagged at the smell when it came close. The doctor took hold of it and placed it under the operating table. Spike watched a blood began to pour off the table and into the bucket. Making a face, he lifted his balaclava back over his mouth and nose and walked away.
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Dr. McCormick was only one doctor. There was no way the Marine Corp expected him to take care of an entire company. While he worked on Pvt. Jarvas... plenty of other marines were dying, screaming for his help.
But he had a purpose, people to help.
Still working from where he stood, he gave only quick glances at the soldiers.
"What can I do for you boys... as you can see my hands are quite full here"
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Shiro walked up to the Doctor.
"Nothing I cannot handle myself, Doctor. I can see that you have your hands full. Lance Corperal Shiro Chan of the NATO Armed Medical Response. If you need a hand sir..."
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Spike looked around at all the moaning soldiers. He suddenly felt something cling to his sleeve. What he saw startled him. He looked down to see a soldier who'd been recently brought in and had taken a nasty hit. Both his right arm and leg had been blown off while the flesh on the left side of his face was barely attached and chunks off cheek tissue clung on by thin pieces of skin. The soldier was clinging onto Spike's sleeve and looked into his eyes.
"...Kill me..." His words were barely a whisper. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes, running down his face and burning the exposed muscle. The soldier winced in pain. In fact, it caused him to cry more and only lead to more salt in his wounds. "KILL ME!" He soldier tried to yell. Those words came out as a soft spoken cry. Spike looked down at his side arm and then at the soldier who still clung to his sleeve, staring him in the eyes. Spike looked around. He looked around and then down on his vest. He opened one of his pockets and pulled out his field kit. He dug around inside for a little while while the wounded man looked on in confusion. "One sec." Spike said. The fox pulled out a small packett of morphine attached to a needle. He pulled off the packing and held it up to the soldier's eyes. Spike smiled when he saw the small glimmer of hope in the soldier's eyes. One second later, Spike rammed the needle into the soldier's leg. He felt the grip on his arm slowly release. "You're welcome." Spike said before he walked off and back out of the medical tent. He needed some air.
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(OOC-Just FYI I'm off to Scotland on Scout camp till next Saturday, so no interwebs. Don't have too much fun without me...)
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((we will probably just be fixing your legs :D))
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((So I can get off your back... Awful pun intended...))
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Spike walked around outside. Marines were manned machine gun nests and anti-air guns sat around and watched Spike watch them. The fox lit up a cigarette and headed in the direction of the command post. He watched as soldiers ran around with papers, scaled maps, deciphered messages, and pin pointed attack points. He watched with minor interest before he spotted a table which held coffee and hot water. Spike's eyes wandered as if searching for some figure to come out and yell at him should he be caught "stealing it." He quickly rushed over and poured, working as fast as he would when dismantling his rifle. He quickly made off with his cup with success. He made it outside and took a sip. "Oh God..." He took another sip. "...Oh my sweet Jesus this is good!!!" He bounced with excitement while other soldiers watched on in bewilderment. It was his first coffee in a month. He walked over to a marine in a .50 machinegun nest and hopped in beside him. "How's it going?" He asked.
"Streets have been quiet for about 2 hours now." The soldier replied while carefully scanning the empty road before he noticed Spike's coffee. Spike stared back at him for a moment before taking another sip. There was a short pause while Spike dared the soldier to say something about it but instead went back to scanning.
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((Hey Gabag, my character is waiting for your doctor))
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(Sorry i've been busy with life, friends, family, and cookies)
"Alright, I need you to help me remove a bullet from this man's vein... grab onto the bullet, and on the count of three, yank it out"
Dr. McCormick said to the new medic.
He turned to Pvt. Rameriz.
"Alright Private... this will hurt, but if we don't do this... you'll die... so you need to bear through the pain"