Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Nov 22, 2010 8:13:14 GMT -6
"As appealing as our choices are, we'll have to risk sneaking by the snake. There are just too many things that can go wrong if we get lost." John decision doesn't receive any objections, yet it doesn't raise morale either. "I'm not too thrilled with the choice, but if you think it's best...I'll lead." Lara takes point and begins her approach of the snake, leaving John and Jenn to follow in that order. "Do-shh!" John silences the nurse's question for the moment, they will need complete silence to make it past the snake.
Lara bounds past the snake as silently as can be, never once disturbing or stopping until she feels comfortable enough to stop. John and Jenn's progress on the other hand is much more methodical as they lack Lara's agility. They step as lightly and swiftly as they can until the snake unexpectedly rolls over, its tongue lulling lazily out of its mouth and only a few feet from Jenn's face. They fear it has awakened for a moment until the snake snores loudly, prompting John to sigh in frustation and tug at Jenn's hand to move them along.
The snake never even notices them as they skulk toward Lara, finally reaching her after one of their most frightening moments yet. "Let's not do that again. I don't think I could handle it." Jenn cups both hands over her chest as she sighs in relief now that they are safely away from the snake. "Hopefully we won't have to. It's a straight shot back to my loft from here anyway." Lara says in an uplifting manner. "But we still have the matter of clearing out the entire building to reach the others." John counters, shifting the mood right back down to gloom and doom, much to Jenn's dismay.
They end the conversation shortly as the concentration of zombies in the area begins to increase. They are fearful that the others may have already perished, but a quick chime from the transceiver remedies that concern. John tells Isabela they are almost back at the loft as the massive concentration of zombies on the street comes into view..........
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"Shit, that was too close." Anthony jams the metal pole in his hand into the door's handles, holding the ravenous zombies chasing the survivors at bay. Once he's confirmed the door will hold, Anthony turns his attention to establishing order among the ranks once again.
"Everybody calm down, we're safe here for the time being. The door's going to hold so we can take a breather." The group Anthony has been shepherding remains in a state of alert for several more minutes, their adrenaline pumping after the long session of full on sprinting through the streets. We can't keep going on like this, we're going to get killed if we try anything else that suicidal.
Their previous sanctuary, a church Tony had believed to unassailable to the average zombie, had been demolished by a giant mutant that slaughtered more than half of the refugees. Tony took command of the remaining survivors and guided them to safety despite all the dangers that waited within the city. He has, unofficially, been elected their leader by unanimous consent, the other survivors lacking the skills necessary for such a role.
Tony's status as a soldier in the Army is what sets him apart from the average citizen, in fact he was on the front line during the Scourge, a title they've given to the fall of the city. He watched as their weapons did nothing to the advancing horde and were forced to retreat, leaving behind countless civilians who had foolishly come to watch what they thought was going to be a swift victory. I can't say I wasn't thinking the same thing, there was something different about the initial horde.....
Since becoming separated from his Commanding Officer and squad, Tony has been observing the zombies he encounters intently. Those he has faced since the Scourge have fallen to conventional weaponry, requiring only a single headshot to be slain.
Tony snaps himself back to reality, he will have enough to dwell on everything that has happened later. He performs a headcount of the survivors, a large portion of his anxiety put to rest as he discovers they are all present. With everyone calm for the time being, he turns his attention to the most troublesome member of the group.
"Rebecca, what're you up to now?" Tony says to the reporter as she begins to pace, taking in every detail of their surroundings. "Just looking around Tony, don't have an aneurysm. I'm simply getting some footage for the next segment in my report." Rebecca replies innocently while filming a pile of overturned desks with her camcorder. When Tony found out Rebecca Chang was a reporter for the local news station at the church, he didn't think much of it at the time. He had no idea of her headstrong attitude and complete disregard for danger.
He had already saved her life once when a pair of zombies found a way into the church and stalked her through the lower levels of the building, eventually trapping her unarmed in an isolated room. Luckily, Tony had caught sight of her wandering off and followed her through the maze, uncovering her peril in the nick of time. He had shot the larger of the two zombies in the back of the head while Rebecca wrestled the other with a wooden beam, slaying it by breaking the board over its head and impaling it in the skull.
"Stop worrying so much, your hair will start greying. Besides, I'm armed this time thanks to you." She quips, patting the handgun she received from Tony. "That handgun isn't going to be enough if another of those giant freaks barges in. I don't want you wandering off without company, alright?" He asks seriously, to which Rebecca replies with a disinterested nod and wave. This woman is going to be a major source of anxiety, I can tell.
Leaving her alone for the time being, Tony takes an opportunity to get some much needed rest. He's been moving around for over twelve hours with nary a chance to catch his breath. Resting his carbine on his lap, he takes a seat on a wooden bench just around the corner from Rebecca. "I'll just shut my eyes for a few minutes..." He mutters to himself, the enticing lull of slumber too great to ignore any longer.
"Whoa!" Tony snaps to attention with a start, nearly falling to his knees as the bench creaks under his weight. "Hello? Where is everyone?" He immediately rises to his feet with his carbine at the ready, his training serving him well as he is already scanning the area. Everyone has vanished and the light is much more dim than when he dozed off, he must have been out for quite some time. Shit, I knew something like this was bound to happen! I have to take it one step at a time.
The first oddity to catch his eye is a silver object further down the hall to the left. Upon closer inspection, Tony is horrified to find not only is it Rebecca's camcorder, but that it is covered in blood. Damn, is she dead already? It doesn't smell like there's a body nearby and there aren't any signs of a struggle in the immediate vicinity.
In the other direction though he sees a thick trail of blood leading around the corner, could it be Rebecca's? Which way? She could have tossed her camera and went in the direction of the blood, but then again Rebecca seemed like she would risk her life just to get this thing out of the city. Faced with two possible choices and possibly the lives of the survivors on the line, Tony has a decision to make.
As if to add insult to injury, Tony bumps his foot against something metallic on the ground. He retrieves the object and sighs gravely once he realizes what it is. The handgun I gave Rebecca
Anthony Henderson
Vitality: 100%
Fatigue: 100%
Inventory: M4 Carbine (20/80), M1911 pistol (7/35)
Entourage: Nobody
A) Search the hall to the left, Rebecca most likely went in that direction considering the camera was left behind
B) Pursue the blood trail to the right, whoever it belongs to may need to be rescued if it isn't too late
C) Wait around for the time being, maybe one of the others will return momentarily
Z) CYOA
I'll return to John's perspective later today, this is all I have time for since I have to get to class.
Lara bounds past the snake as silently as can be, never once disturbing or stopping until she feels comfortable enough to stop. John and Jenn's progress on the other hand is much more methodical as they lack Lara's agility. They step as lightly and swiftly as they can until the snake unexpectedly rolls over, its tongue lulling lazily out of its mouth and only a few feet from Jenn's face. They fear it has awakened for a moment until the snake snores loudly, prompting John to sigh in frustation and tug at Jenn's hand to move them along.
The snake never even notices them as they skulk toward Lara, finally reaching her after one of their most frightening moments yet. "Let's not do that again. I don't think I could handle it." Jenn cups both hands over her chest as she sighs in relief now that they are safely away from the snake. "Hopefully we won't have to. It's a straight shot back to my loft from here anyway." Lara says in an uplifting manner. "But we still have the matter of clearing out the entire building to reach the others." John counters, shifting the mood right back down to gloom and doom, much to Jenn's dismay.
They end the conversation shortly as the concentration of zombies in the area begins to increase. They are fearful that the others may have already perished, but a quick chime from the transceiver remedies that concern. John tells Isabela they are almost back at the loft as the massive concentration of zombies on the street comes into view..........
______________
"Shit, that was too close." Anthony jams the metal pole in his hand into the door's handles, holding the ravenous zombies chasing the survivors at bay. Once he's confirmed the door will hold, Anthony turns his attention to establishing order among the ranks once again.
"Everybody calm down, we're safe here for the time being. The door's going to hold so we can take a breather." The group Anthony has been shepherding remains in a state of alert for several more minutes, their adrenaline pumping after the long session of full on sprinting through the streets. We can't keep going on like this, we're going to get killed if we try anything else that suicidal.
Their previous sanctuary, a church Tony had believed to unassailable to the average zombie, had been demolished by a giant mutant that slaughtered more than half of the refugees. Tony took command of the remaining survivors and guided them to safety despite all the dangers that waited within the city. He has, unofficially, been elected their leader by unanimous consent, the other survivors lacking the skills necessary for such a role.
Tony's status as a soldier in the Army is what sets him apart from the average citizen, in fact he was on the front line during the Scourge, a title they've given to the fall of the city. He watched as their weapons did nothing to the advancing horde and were forced to retreat, leaving behind countless civilians who had foolishly come to watch what they thought was going to be a swift victory. I can't say I wasn't thinking the same thing, there was something different about the initial horde.....
Since becoming separated from his Commanding Officer and squad, Tony has been observing the zombies he encounters intently. Those he has faced since the Scourge have fallen to conventional weaponry, requiring only a single headshot to be slain.
Tony snaps himself back to reality, he will have enough to dwell on everything that has happened later. He performs a headcount of the survivors, a large portion of his anxiety put to rest as he discovers they are all present. With everyone calm for the time being, he turns his attention to the most troublesome member of the group.
"Rebecca, what're you up to now?" Tony says to the reporter as she begins to pace, taking in every detail of their surroundings. "Just looking around Tony, don't have an aneurysm. I'm simply getting some footage for the next segment in my report." Rebecca replies innocently while filming a pile of overturned desks with her camcorder. When Tony found out Rebecca Chang was a reporter for the local news station at the church, he didn't think much of it at the time. He had no idea of her headstrong attitude and complete disregard for danger.
He had already saved her life once when a pair of zombies found a way into the church and stalked her through the lower levels of the building, eventually trapping her unarmed in an isolated room. Luckily, Tony had caught sight of her wandering off and followed her through the maze, uncovering her peril in the nick of time. He had shot the larger of the two zombies in the back of the head while Rebecca wrestled the other with a wooden beam, slaying it by breaking the board over its head and impaling it in the skull.
"Stop worrying so much, your hair will start greying. Besides, I'm armed this time thanks to you." She quips, patting the handgun she received from Tony. "That handgun isn't going to be enough if another of those giant freaks barges in. I don't want you wandering off without company, alright?" He asks seriously, to which Rebecca replies with a disinterested nod and wave. This woman is going to be a major source of anxiety, I can tell.
Leaving her alone for the time being, Tony takes an opportunity to get some much needed rest. He's been moving around for over twelve hours with nary a chance to catch his breath. Resting his carbine on his lap, he takes a seat on a wooden bench just around the corner from Rebecca. "I'll just shut my eyes for a few minutes..." He mutters to himself, the enticing lull of slumber too great to ignore any longer.
"Whoa!" Tony snaps to attention with a start, nearly falling to his knees as the bench creaks under his weight. "Hello? Where is everyone?" He immediately rises to his feet with his carbine at the ready, his training serving him well as he is already scanning the area. Everyone has vanished and the light is much more dim than when he dozed off, he must have been out for quite some time. Shit, I knew something like this was bound to happen! I have to take it one step at a time.
The first oddity to catch his eye is a silver object further down the hall to the left. Upon closer inspection, Tony is horrified to find not only is it Rebecca's camcorder, but that it is covered in blood. Damn, is she dead already? It doesn't smell like there's a body nearby and there aren't any signs of a struggle in the immediate vicinity.
In the other direction though he sees a thick trail of blood leading around the corner, could it be Rebecca's? Which way? She could have tossed her camera and went in the direction of the blood, but then again Rebecca seemed like she would risk her life just to get this thing out of the city. Faced with two possible choices and possibly the lives of the survivors on the line, Tony has a decision to make.
As if to add insult to injury, Tony bumps his foot against something metallic on the ground. He retrieves the object and sighs gravely once he realizes what it is. The handgun I gave Rebecca
Anthony Henderson
Vitality: 100%
Fatigue: 100%
Inventory: M4 Carbine (20/80), M1911 pistol (7/35)
Entourage: Nobody
A) Search the hall to the left, Rebecca most likely went in that direction considering the camera was left behind
B) Pursue the blood trail to the right, whoever it belongs to may need to be rescued if it isn't too late
C) Wait around for the time being, maybe one of the others will return momentarily
Z) CYOA
I'll return to John's perspective later today, this is all I have time for since I have to get to class.