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Post by blitz on Apr 2, 2009 21:57:39 GMT 8
The year 2020 saw many changes, a rise of temperature by a degree saw a dramatic shift in the worlds tidal flow, ice caps and glaciers begun to melt. Whilst scientists pondered and worried about climate change. A man, frozen for hundreds of years rose to his feet, grunted and stumbled away, his eyes dark and emotionless, his teeth black with frozen pieces of flesh stuck between them, his arm was broken in 4 places, and hung limp from his body. But the beast didnt even notice this, as it didnt matter, it desired only living flesh.
4 weeks later a skieer, intent on enjoying the snowy slopes of the melting icecapped mountains trecked up a slope, enjoying the view as he climbed. He reached the top and peered over the other side, he saw a man, stumbling towards him, the man looked up, and moaned a chilling, nightmarish moan and shambled forward. " Hello sir!, are you ok?" The skiier yelled over the wind. THe man, les then ten metres away continued his advance. "sir?..." The Man begun to say as the ragged individual reached him. In one movement, the creature reached out, grabbed the man by his jacket and pulled him with suprising strength, It then sunk its teeth into the mans arm, tearing out a chunk of his bicep. The skiier screamed as he was overpowered and slowly devoured by the ghoul, but the howling wind carried his cries away.
Present day:
Mark jumped and grabbed hold of the retractable ladder,it slid down the rails and stopped with a thud, he lept onto it and climbed with all due haste, The moans growing louder. He reached the top,as he stepped off the climbing apparatus and onto the apartment roof it retracted, and was now 4 metres off the ground. " Thanks Man " He said as he patted his freind who lowered the ladder for him, Jetla was 6 foot tall, jet black and had more muscle then a gorilla. "Anytime my friend" The man replied, smiling his brillaint white teeth through his strong cuban accent. Mark smelt of gunpowder and smoke, He unclipped
his vest, to it was strapped numerous homemade and salvaged gadgets, as well as weapons. "So what was the haul today Mr Mark?" Jetla said, instantly taking his weapons, unloading and checking them.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Apr 2, 2009 22:15:09 GMT 8
Keyba frowned slightly as she stood from her crouched position and turned. She was like Lara Croft from the movies, only real life. She wore tight black pants with a side-arm strapped to her hip. Over her shoulder she slung a utility style pouch, with all her rounds and other necessities in it. In comparison to her companions, she travelled light, her crop top and suspenders probably not the best choice of clothing when dealing with monsters that want to eat you, but Keyba didn't care. She was dark eyed and dark haired with an implacable foreign accent.
Over her shoulders she currently shrugged a long barreled distance rifle with a scope, she'd been keeping an eye on the ground below, but now there was no one down there who needed eye-keeping.
"You're reckless, y'know that." She said playfully. Though she looked like a no nonsense girl she had a good humour, smiling in her usual fashion as she propped one hand on a particularly curvy hip.
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Post by blitz on Apr 2, 2009 22:41:17 GMT 8
Mark smiled at keyba, " just haven some fun Key " truth be told Mark was shaking, an encounter with creatures that would punish a wrong move with slimey, hungry jaws took an eternity of getting used to. Mark turned to Jet "I prefer the M9, you can have your 45 back big man if you want" he said, gesturing towards the pistol Jet was cleaning. Jet smiled "Cant the little man handle the hand cannon? He grinned a huge white smile, " Just kidding little man, I dont even know if im firing you M9 anyway, im suprised it tickles the demons, let alone kill them" Jet loaded the weapon and flicked the safety off, he then walked over the the side of the building and aimed over the edge, 4 zombies were grappling at the walls, in a feeble attempt to climb, they moaned and gurgled when they saw Jet. Jet smiled a wicked smile and aimed his weapon *CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!* 4 shots, 4 skulls cracked and crushed. The bodies fell to the ground, lifeless again.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Apr 3, 2009 5:48:01 GMT 8
Keyba rolled her eyes as the boy's quarreled a little over the 'better weapon'.
"Boy's and their toys." She said with a mock exasperated tone. She knelt briefly to check the laces on her big chunky combat boots, other than her rifle these were easily the heaviest item she had on her.
"Now, Jet asked what the haul was i believe?" She brushed a lock of her black hair that had struggled its way out of its pins to invade the space around her chocolate eyes.
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Post by blitz on Apr 3, 2009 6:07:24 GMT 8
" Patience ma'am, i was just getting to that" Mark replied and then poked his tongue at keyba. He took off his backpack and opened it, he pulled out 3 natural disaster kits, a handful of batteries and a dozen energy bars. "a great find huh? He said with a huge grin, "Oh and i brought you both back gifts too, so i can be your new favourite person" he said with a smile. He reached into the bag and withdrew a 500 magnum and handed it to Jet, now holding the worlds largest handgun, The 500 magnum was the first popular handgun capable of firing a 50 calibre round, with the kick of a howitzer,an arm brace was ussually required to avoid breakage.Jet stared in wonder at the weapon, he pushing out the drum and examined it. "God bless america... and all her gun shops Mark laughed. He then reached into his bag again, He withdrew a silencer, then fished through the bag and withdrew a stylish, but deadly berretta 96D, the firearm came with 3 extended clips, each with a 17 round capacity. He handed the weapon and accesories over to Keyba, and also a handful of batteries for any night vision scopes she had for her rifles. "i trust you'll Enjoy m'lady "
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Apr 3, 2009 6:16:43 GMT 8
Keyba whistled as Mark handed her the Beretta.
"Nice." She mused as she looked over the weapon, pointing it out across the skyline of tattered buildings, her head tilted, "I approve." She span it on her fingers a few times before removing her old handgun from her holster on her hip and slipping the Beretta into it. She'd been in need of a new side-arm her old handgun had seen better days.
She slipped the clips and the batteries into her supply pouch that crossed over her shoulder. "You're good to me aren't you trouble?" she said with a wink.
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Post by blitz on Apr 3, 2009 6:30:27 GMT 8
"i try" he said returning. Jet was too busy aweing over his new silver friend to listen to the flirty chat between the other two. Mark walked over to the bench Jet was now proceeding to clean his already new and unused firearm. He took his vest, knives and radio and then walked towards the staircase, winking at Keyba as he passed.
Mark walked through the living quarters, there was a makeshift wall around Keyba's bed, giving her privacy from the guys. He reached the second set of steps and proceeded down to the armoury.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Apr 3, 2009 6:39:41 GMT 8
"Hey Jet." Keyba said, walking over to the weapons expert and leaving her rifle with him, "I'm going for a run, usual drill, not back in an hour, nice knowing you." She smiled, gave him a wink and an over-the-shoulder wave before she took a running leap from the top of one building to the next, traversing the large gap easily. She rolled as she hit the other side and then kept running.
She needed to do this every day, to get her thoughs in order. It made her feel free again, like she had when she'd been with that roaming circus. But since the outbreak her life had taken a turn towards almost involuntary entrapment. They spent all their time in the same building every day and for someone with a spirit as freedom hungry as her, it was a hard thing to deal with.
Entrapment was slightly more beckoning then death however. She leaped from another building, the gap was wider this time but there was an old drainpipe leading down the side. SHe grabbed onto it and climbed up onto the roof. This was HER roof, her 'sit, think, do whatever i want' roof. She'd sit here for about half an hour before heading back.
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Post by blitz on Apr 4, 2009 20:48:26 GMT 8
He reached the bottom of the steps, " CRAP! " Came a shout from the opposite side of the room, followed by the clanging or something being dropped. Mark sighed, he looked to see a man jumping around, clutching his finger, muttering and swearing under his breath. "Seriously Jed, do you have to alert every single zombie in the city to our presence? id sleep better at night if i didn't have to listen to that damned moaning, i don't know wether I'm sane anymore thanks to it" Jed was an older man, Still at peak fitness, which is usually required for survival such as this. He was tall, though not as tall as Jetla. He was average build. One gift, apart from electronics, inventing and communications that Jed possessed was the ability to construct traps of sizable pa-portion.
One time , whilst being pursued by a large horde of undead, Jed constructed an explosive trap ( with help from Mark and his explosive expertise ) in the space of 10 minutes, they lured the undead into a long alley in the centre of the city. This alley was between two weak buildings, scheduled for demolition before the zombie invasion. The trap, consisting of many explosives, was set off by the lead zombie who tripped the wire. The two buildings came down on the undead, effectively destroying the majority, and burying the rest.
Mark walked over to Jed, who had stopped swearing and although still clutched his sore fingers, which to Marks distaste seemed to have been hit with a clumsy swing of a hammer. " don't worry, nothing broken " Jed said forcing a smile. He eyed Marks backpack " anything for me by any chance " he said with an exited smile.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Apr 17, 2009 21:52:12 GMT 8
Her 'walk' was boring, her sit at her thinking place short, she got bored of that quickly too. So in no time Keyba found herself working her way back to the building, trying some new routes to get back. Though she'd long since got used to the constant groaning and moaning from the streets below, it managed to bug her today. For some reason she was just in a really bad mood.
Should've brought my rifle. She thought to herself as she leaped a large gap between buildings, Could've had some target practice..
Eventually she reached the building they all called home, she scaled a drain pipe from a fire escape on the side and soon found herself entering through their passage on the roof.
"Honies i'm home!" She called casually, checking her clothing was all in order, "Miss me?"
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Post by blitz on Apr 28, 2009 12:59:29 GMT 8
Mark looked up in the direction of Keyba's vioce. " Welcome home lovely, how was your little walkabout? " He returned his attention to his backpack. He fished around in it and found what he was looking for. " i found a rather rare treat for you my old freind, i found a fortified celler, evidentally owned by the local gun-nut, and i found these". He picked up a black rectangler bag, and from it he withdrew not 1, but 3 claymore antipersonal mines. He handed them over to the now aweing man, who repetitivly wiped his reading glasses as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. " you know how to make an old mans day my boy" . Mark smiled, placing his backpack in the corner and walking over to the weapons rack to have a browse. " I'll be heading back tomorrow, the man had a fair armoury, ill need to take some decent equiptment though, it may requir a few trips and the reason i didn't bring more back today is that it is rather hazardous down there, confined spaces and alot of zombies, But i should be able to bring you back some more toys and tools. Speaking of which, do you have any new presents for me?" He said eyeing the gadgets and other things Jed had created.
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