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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2010 13:10:15 GMT -6
I think you forgot somebody in the group, Smakit. I propose A seeing as everybody is mobile now. What are the nearby destinations as well?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2010 16:12:37 GMT -6
Seems I did. =P That's what I get for copy/pasting and just quick editing the group/weapon info.
Anyhow, they are still close to the previous mentioned areas: There are several commercial buildings nearby, the apartments they passed earlier, the hospital that Stephanie worked at, the police station, and they are fairly close to downtown; this would have all kinds of shops.
Likewise, any other option is still available. They can attempt to leave the city. Though it hasn't been explicitly listed, Michael has the general available knowledge of the city. There is a main bridge leading both north and south of the city, as well as docks, and an airport near the northern end of the island. I suppose Michael's house, or any of the survivors, would also be a choice.
I can also take just general ideas. They have the map of the city, so they can always head towards specific places if you let me know. Or, they could just 'scout' and look around, trying to find a place where survivors are gathering, but they don't personally know where it would be. Could just try large buildings, the hospital (north or south), etc.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Sept 27, 2010 1:41:13 GMT -6
A, I think it's about time they paid the apartments a visit, at the least it contains actual furniture so they can rest up and whatnot.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2010 11:32:44 GMT -6
A, head for the apartments. Upon further reflection, Tbone has a point about the furniture and resting. Plus they can raid the homes for food and other supplies.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2010 15:29:46 GMT -6
"I agree with Carrie. We have to get out of here." Faatina looked at him for a moment, then said simply, "Fine. Where to?" Michael couldn't tell if she was hurt, annoyed, or what - she didn't seem to show any emotion at all. "Wow, I didn't think you would agree so fast." She shrugged her shoulders. "I had hoped you would trust me and give them a chance, but I can see your position. You don't know me that well, but you know Carrie." "That's not-" She didn't stop to give him a chance to speak his mind. "She was here, I wasn't. We just have different opinions on what to do. I think they might help, but I'm not so sure that I am going to risk staying her by myself to find out, without any backup from anyone else." Michael wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the words. She was basically right. Eric might be torn to go with him or stay with Faatina, but the others saw the gunshot wound and the firepower and Michael could already see in their eyes that they didn't want to stay and wait. Michael thought. "We passed some apartments on the way here. It might not be the safest place, but we need a place to rest." Eric's stomach growled loudly, Michael looking towards him. "And something to eat." Eric grinned sheepishly. Stephanie stepped forward, as an actress would step into the spotlight. "Pellview Apartments?" Michael's face scrunched up as he thought. "I think so." "That's where I live. It seems like the residents are already... changed. I couldn't make it back in." "How bad was it exactly?" "A lot!" She paused, trying to recall the scene. "Well, maybe not that many. I was just really scared. Maybe it seemed like more than it really was." "Well, how big are the apartments?" "There are five floors and a basement. Each floor has eight rooms. Oh, but the first floor isn't really a living space. It has a laundry room, the mailboxes, and a closet with cleaning supplies. I think the basement is pretty well empty besides pipes and a water heater; I never really go down there." Micheal thought a minute. "Well, it could be worse. At least we can defend a single point in a room if need be." Eric sighed. "Like we did in the hotel when this thing all started." "True, but now we know what we are up against, and we have weapons. Besides, we really do need to eat and get some rest - we can't keep running on fumes forever." Stephanie nodded. Eric walked over to Debra. "You don't mind do you?" She shook her head. "As long as you are there, I don't see a problem." She smiled, looking over at the Mustang nearby. "We should probably take my car, no?" He nodded, waving to his companions as he walked towards the luxury car. "Let's go." Grabbing all their equipment, everyone piled into the car. Eric jumped into the driver's seat, Michael taking the front passenger seat, pleased he wouldn't have to drive with his wounded shoulder. Carrie, Debra, and Faatina squeezed into the back. As the buildings disappeared out of sight, Michael looked down in thought. "I'm sorry, Veronica."
The drive to the apartments was, thankfully, uneventful. The silence on the way there, however, was deafening. The roads were fairly clear, most of the traffic likely farther downtown and heading out of the city. Eric pulled up close to the apartments, paying no attention to the handicap sign spray-painted on the pavement. Michael turned around the best he could in his seat. "So, which room is yours exactly?" "It's on the top floor." Eric slapped his hand against his head. "Of course it is." Debra rolled her eyes. "Don't worry about it. If we hadn't known - Stephanie was it? - lived here, we would have just picked a room, right? I say we just grab a room on the second floor. It's closer to the ground, and the resident's aren't likely going to miss it anyway." Faatina spoke up. "Maybe, but we don't know what will be waiting for us. If we can get to her room, she knows it well, and there probably aren't going to be any uninvited guests waiting for us." Stephanie nodded in agreement. "That's true, I live alone. I also have some medical supplies there. Nothing fancy like in the hospital, but better than this junk from the drug store." Eric sighed. "Maybe we should just try and grab something from a room and bring it back down on the ground floor and eat. We could barricade the laundry room if we needed to, but at least we would be on the ground floor." Stephanie looked worried. "Maybe so, but can those things get through windows? There are several in the laundry room. I don't know if I want to be stuck in there without any more supplies and no way out should those things surround us." "Aren't we forgetting something?" Everyone turned and looked at Carrie. "Maybe there are still survivors holed up in the apartments. Maybe we should look for them since we are here." Michael looked at her. She had changed her stance in such a short time. Before, all she wanted was to get away, but now she was wanting to look for others. Was it the recent attack? Or maybe what happened with Veronica? He wasn't sure, but knew it was dangerous to search the entire apartment. Still, it could lead to helping more people, possibly finding out more information, and maybe some food and a supplies. "Well, Boss," Eric jested, "it looks like another tough decision." Michael cringed. He did feel an obligation to help them, but it was a bit much putting their lives so simply into his hands. Everyone's eyes fell on him. What will Michael decide?If you choose D, then select another choice for where to possibly rest after searching for survivors.A. Agree with Faatina and Stephanie. It may be dangerous, but they can just make a dash up the stairs towards her apartment. There would be medical supplies, food, and it should be clear once they make it inside. Besides, she wasn't clear on the number of zombies actually here, and the complex only had 36 rooms to live in. B. Side with Debra. Had Stephanie not been with the group, they would have just picked one. They should take the least risk, getting up to the nearest room and barricading it. This would also avoid the immediate problem should the creatures be able to enter through the doors or windows in the first floor. C. Take Eric's idea. They can grab food from the nearest rooms and bring them down to the laundry room. There, they can barricade the windows and doors the best they can. It won't be as comfortable as a sleep on a bed and a soft couch or chair, but it will let them remain on the ground floor. D. Carrie is right - there could be survivors. They have the firepower, a decent sized group, and they are here. Hopefully the zombies didn't flood in from outside and there won't be too many inside. They don't have to necessarily go into each room, but should let their presence be known to those inside in case there are still survivors. E. Use a similar idea to Eric's, but instead use the basement. There are absolutely no windows and only one way in. They can easily fortify it, though if the place is swarmed, getting out could be quite difficult, the single entrance working against them. F. Use a similar idea to Eric's, but instead use the roof. You can get a view of the surrounding area, defend the single door to the roof, and possibly have a way down if needed (fire escape ladder, climbing down to a lower floor, etc.). Could be dangerous if the building is swarmed, as there are more floors to descend. G. Other If you choose D, and decide how to look for survivors:A. Room to room, methodically working your way up. Clear out all hostiles, check each room. Will take the most time and firepower, and be the most potentially dangerous, but can garnish the most results if there are hidden survivors or supplies. B. Make your way up, yelling loudly on each floor before moving to the next. Has a good chance of letting survivors know you are there and only requires clearing the immediate areas of each floor. If no one responds from a room, you ignore it and continue on. C. Knock on each door in a manner so that survivors will know it is a person as opposed to a zombie. It will be more quiet than yelling your location, but a hard-hearing person might not hear it, and those too afraid to check the door may ignore it. D. Michael wants to help but wants to keep it quiet and as safe as possible. Check only the floor that they will be staying (in the case of the roof, basement, or ground floor, check only the second floor where they will be gathering supplies from). E. Other
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Status: Bandaged, Sore
Wearing: Striped Suit, Dress Shoes
Inventory: Wallet (Driver's License, Family Photo, Key, $37), Glock Pistol (empty), Revolver (1 bullet), Cell Phone, Lever-Action Rifle (7 Loaded, 14 Extra), Pistol (13 Loaded, 13 Extra)
Group: Faatina: Semi-Automatic Pistol (15 Loaded, 15 Extra (1 clip)), Assault Rifle (39 Loaded), Assault Rifle (28 Loaded)
Eric: Assault Rifle (7 Loaded), Sub-Machine Gun (30 Loaded, 30 Extra (1 Clip))
Carrie: Bolt-Action Rifle (4 Rounds), Pistol (11 Loaded, 24 Extra), Transceiver
Stephanie: Medical Supplies
Debra: Handbag
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2010 5:41:30 GMT -6
D&A, sorry for voting so late, my internet connection has been giving me hell lately and has just decided to begin functioning properly again.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Oct 13, 2010 9:13:14 GMT -6
D & A. Perhaps avoiding rooms that are obviously dangerous though, that should be obvious. >_>
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Post by AceTheMercenary on Oct 15, 2010 18:19:05 GMT -6
D & A for the majority.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2010 19:16:44 GMT -6
Sorry for the lack of updates. Tried to update early, but didn't have any responses, then only one. Then had a rough week. Anyhow, here is the no doubt lackluster update... finally. =P
Michael looked at Carrie. There was strength in her eyes, and he knew this was something she wanted to do. Besides being a kind move, it would allow them to know a bit more about their surroundings. "Alright lets check these rooms out. We have plenty of weapons, and we have enough people. We can send in three of us to each room, checking for survivors and possibly supplies." Stephanie wondered if they should split up. "Why don't we all just charge in?" "The rooms aren't that big. That many people squeezed together, firing all over the place. It would likely hurt us more than anything. This way we can still be near each other - right across the hall - if we need help." "Alright, I think you and I should head the groups," Eric said, putting his assault rifle on his back while preparing the sub-machine gun. "Well I'm going with you!" Debra said before anyone else could talk. Faatina felt slightly jealous, though she knew it was silly. Still, she couldn't help herself and blurted out, "Me too." Michael raised an eyebrow at the usually quiet girl. "Alright, I guess that settles things easily enough. Stephanie, Carrie, you are with me. Let's sort of some of the weapons first..." Michael: Assault Rifle (28 Loaded),Lever-Action Rifle (7 Loaded, 14 Extra), Revolver (1 bullet) Carrie: Bolt-Action Rifle (4 Rounds), Pistol (11 Loaded, 24 Extra) Stephanie: Semi-Automatic Pistol (15 Loaded, 15 Extra (1 clip))
Eric: Assault Rifle (7 Loaded), Sub-Machine Gun (30 Loaded, 30 Extra (1 Clip)) Faatina: Assault Rifle (39 Loaded) Debra: Pistol (13 Loaded, 13 Extra)
"Ok, let's go."
The group moved into the apartment, an amateur squad ready to clear the place out. They checked the first floor, checking the laundry room and closet, but there wasn't a single person, living or dead. The continued up the stairs, following their plan. Eric, Faatina, and Debra went into one door, Eric taking the lead. Going to through the apartment wasn't entirely time consuming; a living room, a small kitchen off the side of it, a bedroom, and a small bathroom. Michael, Carrie, and Stephanie worked in the apartment at the opposite side of the hall. Nothing. "Next," Eric said as he opened the first door on the fourth floor. Michael opened the door before him. Scanning the area, assault rifle at the ready, he wasn't surprised when he found nothing. Had Stephanie been so terrified she completely misread the situation? Or, perhaps they just had moved on in search of a meal. "Listen!" Stephanie hid closely behind Michael, putting a hand on him. "What is it?" "Shh!" He listened closely. From the closed bedroom door he could hear breathing. It was quiet but heavy. Michael nodded, pushing Stephanie to the side, his rifle raised and ready. Carrie knowingly moved towards the door. Again, he nodded. Carrie threw the door open quickly, Michael fully prepared to blast the zombie full of holes. Instead, he was greeted by a blood hound, its tail wagging happily. He seemed more than happy to be let out of the room. "Aww!" Stephanie's fear was instantly replaced with joy. "You poor thing, I bet you are starving! Let me see if they have anything in their fridge!" Eric and his team had stormed in after clearing their own apartment. His worried face left him as he saw the scene. "Ok you guys, you can play with the dog after we clear the rest of this place." Michael nodded, rifle still in hand, heading to the next room. "Come on." The group, including the dog, came following behind.
Michael plopped down on Stephanie's couch. "Well, that wasn't very productive." "Hey, it wasn't a complete waste," Eric said, showing off several backpacks and a duffel bag. "At least now we have some food and water if we need to get back on the road." "And a fresh meal," Stephanie said, smiling as she put down a plate of steaming spaghetti in front of Michael. "Yeah, sorry." Carrie looked down. "No, don't take it like that. It is good we looked, and we definitely needed the food. Plus, now we might be able to get some real rest. I just wish we had found some survivors is all." "Hey, how can you say that!" Stephanie said, rubbing the dog's head. "We found Jasper, didn't we?" "Jasper?" Debra said, noticing the lack of a collar. She simply shrugged. "Well, he looks like a Jasper." Debra rolled her eyes and Michael laughed.
The group all sat around, spirits relatively high, as they ate their food. The horrors out of sight, they could relax somewhat, talking amongst each other. "So, a nurse, eh?" Michael slurped up a noodle as he spoke. "Were you one of those girls who always wanted to help people your whole life?" She tilted her head to the side, looking down. "Not exactly. I had a bit of a rough childhood, and never really gave it much though. Later though, a friend of mine almost died. I guess it changed me." He nodded, not wanting to pry further. "I see. Well, I am sure there are plenty of people out there who are lucky you were there to help." She smiled bashfully. "Thanks." "What about you?" Debra chimed in, looking at Eric. "Before saving people from the undead horde and all." "Eh, well," he rubbed his neck as the rest of the group looked at him with surprised looks. "I was going to college, actually." "Oh?" She seemed surprised. "What for?" "Um. I don't know exactly just yet. Sort of feeling things out, taking some basic classes while I decide." "Mm," was all that she replied with. "And you?" Eric tried in an awkward attempt to continue the conversation. "Well, I guess I started out simply enough. I wasn't nearly as confident as I am now, but I knew I wanted to get ahead in life. It took a lot of hard work, but I worked my way up to where I am today." "The other day." Faatina said plainly. After looking at Debra's confused look, she explained. "You worked hard to get where you were the other day. Today, you are just as equally zombie food as the rest of us." Michael was surprised at her outburst. Eric snapped lightly. "Faatina!" "No, she's right." Debra smiled sadly, reality brought back. "All of that hard work doesn't mean much right now." The painful silence was too much. "Alright," Michael said, standing up. "Thanks a lot for the meal, Stephanie." She smiled. "You're welcome." "But, I am beat. I think I am going to take advantage of this situation and get some sleep." "Me too." Carrie added. "Yeah, fine," Debra responded, heading instinctively towards the bed. "Erm," Michael looked about. "Don't worry, I have plenty of blankets and pillows, let me grab them. After that, I will gather us up some basic things and get some sleep myself." Michael laid down on the floor, his makeshift bed of pillows and blankets. Soon he was asleep, a deep sleep.
"Michael! Michael! Michael!" The voice faded in and out. The more he woke the more he became aware of the violent shaking. "What is it? What?" Opening his eyes he could see Stephanie shaking his shoulders. "Wake up!" He could now hear a steady, familiar noise. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.Debra's face came into view over him, followed by that of the wrinkly dog. Debra could see his confused look. "A helicopter is on the roof. They are up there fighting with your friends." "How could I not have heard that?" Michael thought, working to stand up. The answer hit him quickly enough. He must have been out of it again. Shaking off the feeling the best he could, he grabbed his guns. "You two stay here." Charging up the stairs to the roof, the scene was unveiled to him. A helicopter sat on the far end of the roof, barely able to find a place to rest. Carrie was near the roof entrance, her eyes fixed on the rifle's sights. Eric was closer to the helicopter, his assault rifle at the ready. In front of him, Faatina stood helplessly, an arm tightly around her neck. Her captor flashed a smile as Michael made his way onto the roof. "So glad you could make it," Owen said, a sinister look in his eyes. "What the hell?!" Michael looked at the man who he had met in the Castello d'Acqua. He had led away Emma, the pregnant woman, and Michelle, the mermaid girl, heading towards the roof, while Michael went down after his friends. "That's far enough!" Owen yelled, the pistol in his hand firmly against Faatina's head. "Everyone put your weapons down." He looked at Michael, "You're coming with me." What should Michael say to Owen?A. Try to talk to Owen, getting more information from him. (Why is he doing this? Where is he taking them?) B. Plead with Owen. (Tell him he doesn't have to do this, and to let everyone go.) C. Bargain with Owen. (Take me, just let everyone else go.) D. Don't talk to him at all. There is no time to let him get ready, and anything that has to be done must be done immediately. This can alternatively mean you simply don't want to talk to him. E. Other What should Michael do?A. Tell everyone to drop their weapons and do as he says. B. Tell him no one is lowering their weapons, and he will die if he doesn't lower his own. C. Take aim with the rifle in an attempt to get off a quick shot, hitting Owen but missing Faatina. It will be a difficult shot, and taking the time to get ready may give Owen time to react. D. Take a quick pot shot. Michael's aim will suffer, but it will give Owen less time to react. E. Unload with the assault rifle, attempting to fire through Faatina, killing both. It isn't a pretty solution, but it will remove Owen's bargaining chip. F. Tell Carrie to take the shot. She is just as far as Michael, but has her rifle ready. With her background, she might be able to get the shot off. G. Tell Eric to take the shot. He is using an assault rifle, but is very close. H. Tell everyone to drop their weapons. When you get close to Owen, try immediately to fight him in close combat. I. Other Alright, it has been a while since I posted, and I did this one in a bit of a hurry, so hopefully I remembered everything (and everyone =P). Now things should be back to more regular updates. =)
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Oct 26, 2010 6:14:08 GMT -6
A for a brain dead choice. I'm out of it right now.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2010 7:38:31 GMT -6
Ah, nice to see you've returned. I was beginning to think you'd abandoned us. On that note, I'll have to side with Tbone this time if only to stall and acquire more information about the situation, none of these other choices seem to offer promising outcomes as a result anyway. A for both choice by the way, which is what I think Tbone meant to say as well.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2010 19:08:00 GMT -6
"Owen, what are you doing?" Michael looked at the dismal situation. Had it been a zombie, it might have been an easier situation. They would have to shoot in order to save her, risking her life in the process. Now, however, there was a live gunman, one whom Michael thought was on their side. "Listen, this isn't the time for talking. Put down your weapons, or else she's dead." He was direct and in control, much like the first time they met, though now his expression was cold. He appeared a different man. "Okay, fine." "What?" Eric yelled back towards his friend. "He has Faatina!" "I know, Eric. But if we shoot we might hit her." Hesitantly, he lowered his weapon, sitting it on the rooftop, watching the tears slowly roll down the Indian girl's face. "All of them." The group slowly laid down all their arms that they had only recently acquired. "Ok, see? We are all calm here. Now can you tell me what is going on?" Owen seemed to pause slightly as he listened to Michael. "The people I work for want me to bring you and your companions in. My orders are to bring you in. They prefer you alive, but I have authorization to kill if I deem it necessary." "So you are just some mercenary?" Eric seemed rattled. "Listen, I can pay you whatever you want, just-" "Quiet! I read your file and know you don't have shit. You are a college student barely making ends meet." "Well, I could just-" "Enough!" Owen boomed. "I'm not some cheap gun for hire. I believe in what they were selling, and I offered my services, so stop trying to buy your way out of this." Michael wanted to know more, but felt he couldn't stress the situation any further. "Fine, we will come with you." As he began moving towards the helicopter, Owen seemed visibly nervous. "Whoa, whoa! You stay back!" "I don't have any weapons on me," Michael said, lifting his suit and pulling out his pockets. "Head down to the streets. They will pick you up there. Make sure you take those two as well." Michael looked back and spotted the hunched over figures of Stephanie and Debra. "Couldn't you have just stayed back?" "What about Faatina?" "Oh, I'll send her down. But not before I see each and every one of you pile in the back of that van." Michael looked over the edge of the roof and saw the vehicle. It looked like a SWAT van, though it was not labeled as such. Beside it stood two armed men with rifles. "Those guys look like the same group that shot at me," Carrie said, now standing beside him. "It's going to be ok." Michael spoke in a desperate attempt to console her. She simply nodded as she walked towards the stairs.
The men were fully covered in body armor and fatigues. Even their faces were covered. "Bag 'em," one of the men commanded the other. "Wait-" Stephanie tried to protest before a dark bag was put over her head. "Hey, just because you are so ugly you have to hide your face doesn't mean we feel the same. Or is it that you are so embarrassed to be a part of that group that you don't want anyone knowing - Ooof!" Eric's attempt to vent his anger worked well enough to incite the anger of one of the guards as he was hit in the stomach with the butt of a gun. The soldier's partner took the opportunity to handcuff him and put the bag firmly over his face. "Get in there!" He barked, shoving Eric into the van, knocking him over in the process. Michael knew it wasn't the time to be defiant. The mask slid over his face, cutting off his visibility. Sitting on the cold metal bench inside the van, he and the others sat in silence and did the only thing they could do; wait.
Bright light pierced through the dark material. The masks were removed, the group all turning their heads as their eyes adjusted. Bright flood lights from a building nearby caused Michael to pause, but the soldier's harsh grasp was enough to get him moving. "Come on, let's go." "Where are we?" "Go, go," the man urged, ignoring the question completely. Michael nearly tripped as he came down from the back of the van. He took a look around the best he could. It looked like some kind of huge warehouses in front of him. Turning and looking more, the picture became more clear. They weren't warehouses, but hangars. They must be at the Canova Airport. The large doors opened. In the back half or so of the building, a large fenced-in section held a great number of people. They seemed to stir to life as Michael and the others were brought in. The people shook the fences at first, but soldiers stationed near the fence were quick to raise their weapons, silencing the crowd. Most of what remained of the hangar was full of smaller sectioned areas. Each was a small fenced in area, holding only a few people at the most. In essence, they were animal cages. "Get in," the soldier ordered. Michael walked reluctantly into the cage. For a moment he considered trying to run, but he knew it was a foolish plan that would only get him, and likely his friends, killed. Eric began to follow, but the soldier put his gun out in front of him. "No, go to the next one. I don't need you two together." The other soldier led the girls to a third cage. Michael was happy to see Faatina amongst them. "Get in, all of you." The soldiers locked the cages, leaving them with their questions as they headed out, the hangar doors closed behind them. Michael groaned, thinking to himself. "They could have at least taken the cuffs off before they left. I guess I am stuck here... now what?" What will Michael do now?Select up to 3 (can select multiple for B, each one taking a choice) Note that sleeping requires all 3 choices.A. Sleep. He is stuck and his last rest involved falling into a lapse of unconsciousness and then being woke up to a rooftop assault. If he is stuck here, he might as well rest. B. Speak to someone. C. Try to find a way to escape the cuffs. (If you have a specific idea, list it) D. Demand to know what is going on. E. Tell Eric to try and reach through the cage into your pocket to try and get your cell phone. F. Other If B...either list 'em or give the letter =PA. Eric B. Faatina C. Carrie D. Stephanie E. Debra F. Nearby male soldier G. Nearby female soldier H. Elderly couple (in the large pen) I. Angry looking man (in the large pen) J. Sobbing woman (in cage next to Michael) Michael Clifford
Status: Handcuffed, in a cage
Wearing: Striped Suit, Dress Shoes, Handcuffs
Inventory: Wallet (Driver's License, Family Photo, Key, $37), Cell Phone
I was also going to try and post a quick little bit of story sometime here; sort of info from another character's perspective. They will just be a bit of back story and possibly some things that have happened since you last saw the characters, but won't really have choices as it pertains to things that have already occurred. Anyhow, if I get a chance to post them, who would you rather hear about? Right now the only two I can think of that 'left' the main scope of the story at the moment are Emma, the pregnant girl, and Michelle, the mermaid girl. I guess their middle story will be similar (being together at that time, heading towards the roof with Owen), but their intro and 'ending' will vary. Or if I forgot someone you wanted to hear about (which is entirely possible =P), just let me know.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Nov 3, 2010 6:58:55 GMT -6
B: D, C; D. Faantina's okay since he saw her, but Mikey doesn't know how the others are doing. Also, I'd like to see how Michelle is doing right now.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2010 1:07:26 GMT -6
Hell, glad to see you back, Smakit. I really need a better method of discovering your updates since Eric didn't feel inclined to inform me of your return. >.>
As for choices B: D,E. C for the last choice. Michael should at least get a feel for the handcuffs in case the need to escape rises soon.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2010 19:29:00 GMT -6
As a tie was made, I did the regular roll. Winning choices were to speak with Carrie and Stephanie, then try to escape the cuffs.
Michael paced for several minutes, the group talking amongst themselves, wondering what exactly was going on. He attempted to question the guards, but they looked on with a cold stare, ignoring Michael as well as the other prisoners. Seeing he wasn't going to get answers from them, he looked to his companions. It was then that Michael noticed Stephanie peering at the large group. "Anything interesting?" he asked, talking past Eric. She turned and looked at him, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "They all are wearing medical bracelets. I can't make out what they say from here, but they seem to be uniform." "Vaccines maybe?" Michael said, perhaps overly hopeful. "Don't count on it," Eric groaned, overhearing the conversation. Michael shrugged as he watched a soldier enter from a small, steel door at the side of the hangar. Stephanie needlessly waved her arm through the bar, the group of people already watching the newcomers intently. "Hey, what are those bracelets for?" "You'll find out soon enough. Come with me, ladies." The armed soldier unlocked their door as he spoke. Carrie looked at Michael, questioning him with her eyes. He knowingly shook his head. He didn't want her to try and attack the armed guard, especially with so many others nearby. Even Eric stayed quiet, the recent assault enough to keep him from speaking up. Soon the door shut closed, the girls all out of sight. Michael reached back, trying to fiddle with the handcuffs. He looked towards the guards, his arms behind his back. "Now if I can find something to pick these with," he thought, scanning the barren cell for something - anything. Dropping his head, he knew it was pointless. "Would I even be able to get them unlocked if I did have a pick? Not like I have done this before." Aggravated, he tried fruitlessly to squeeze a hand free. Eric gave a forlorn look. "Maybe I should have just taken the shot." "Don't worry. We will get out of here yet. We just have to be patient."
Time dragged on. Each minute seemed to take an eternity as the two waited. Finally, the door opened once again. The girls all were escorted back to their holding pen. "You're next," the soldier said, keeping his gun on Eric as another guard unlocked it. "Don't try anything stupid." "I see word of my exploits gets around fast here," Eric said, a defiant grin on his face. "Hey, save my spot here, would ya?" Michael smiled back at his friend, though the guards were less than enthused about his improvised comedy act. "Come on, let's go!" With the guard out of sight, Michael's attention quickly turned. "What happened? Are you girls alright?" "No," Debra said, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. Stephanie put a compassionate hand on her back, then turned to Michael. "They took blood samples from us. Said the results would come back shortly. Then the guards brought us back here." "So they have some way of testing for the disease?" Michael was suddenly more worried than before. With the frequent black outs, the zombie bite, what happened to his sister, he wasn't sure he wanted to hear the results of such a test. While he was anxious, he wasn't alone. The entire group was fearful of what could happen.
Again time slowed to a crawl. It seemed it was taking even longer with Eric, despite him going alone. "Maybe there are other prisoners in another hangar?" Michael reasoned, not allowing his mind to consider the worst possibilities. Then, suddenly, Michael heard Carrie's broken voice. "Michael," she coughed, "I'm so sorry." He turned, the unexpected outburst taking him by surprise. Streams of tears ran down her cheeks, choking her as she spoke. "What-" "I'm sorry for what I did to Veronica. I didn't mean to take her from you." Michael swallowed hard. He knew that she was the one who had shot his sister. Since he had reawakened from the attack, things sort of kept moving on. He hadn't really spoke with her about it, and the feeling of guilt finally overwhelmed her. The other girls looked at her sympathetically. "No, no," Michael repeated. "Please forgive me!" she cried out, slumping forward on the floor. "It's ok," Michael said, fighting tears of his own. Faatina, Debra, and Stephanie were moved at the scene as well, their eyes misty. Stephanie rested her head against Carrie's shoulder, desperately wanting to offer her some kind of support but not knowing what to say. "You saved my life. That thing, she was, she was already gone. You did her a favor, she would never want to continue on as one of those things." "Michael..." He forced a smile. He wondered how strange it was that he would be comforting someone else over his sister's death. Still, it was all he could do. Without Carrie there to stop the creature, Michael would have no doubt been killed. "What happened? Are you guys alright?" Eric's voice silenced the group as they watched him being put back into his cage. "No, we're fine. What about you?" Michael asked, worried about his friend's extended leave. "No time to chat." The uncaring soldier opened the cell door. "Let's get going."
Michael walked through the door. Across from him was another hangar, a similar steel door already held open. Inside he could see the makeshift medical station. Hospital curtains sectioned off the area, creating personal spaces for the doctors to deal with single patients. As he walked forward, he wondered what was beyond the wall of curtains near the back of the sectioned area. "No, not that way. We have a special doctor for you to see." Michael turned to look at the masked soldier, confused as to what he meant. "That way," the man motioned to the path between the hangars. Desperate cries rang through the air. Piercing screams, calls for help. The noise only got louder as Michael proceeded down the dark path. Michael's desire to ask about the horrific sounds was put to rest as the end of the rifle pressed into his back, urging him forward. "Go left." As instructed, Michael prepared to turn, but the terrified voices were now too close to ignore. "Please, I'm not a zombie! I wasn't even bit!" "You can't do this!" "There has to be a cure!" Michael looked to the source. A large group of people, bound with handcuffs, were on their knees pleading for their lives. Across from them was a group of five men wearing hazmat suits, armed with assault rifles. The shots ripped through their targets, silencing them. "I said left!" the lone soldier yelled, gathering the attention of the gunners. Michael looked at them, not believing what had happened. One of the men let his gun hang to his side, removing his headgear. Staring back at Michael with a vicious grin stood Owen. "Don't you know your left from your right?!" The gun pushed once again against Michael. He followed the order this time, his head turned back looking at the grisly scene, Owen's haunting expression never leaving his face.
A small white tent was set up in a grassy area. Inside was a hospital bed propped up along with a number of other medical devices that Michael couldn't identify. A tray of tools sat next to the bed. Against the other side of the tent was a desk with several manila folders strewn across it. "Wait here. The doctor will be here to see you momentarily." Unlocking the handcuffs, the guard gave him a firm look. " Just stay quiet and don't give him any trouble. I don't want to shoot you, but I will." The guard left Michael in the tent and stood outside of its entrance. Michael's heart raced. Was now the time to escape? Would he be able to rescue the others, or would they be safe here without him? After all, they weren't infected - right? Or should he just wait here to see the doctor? Maybe he wasn't going to turn either. But what if they were just going to shoot him? The look on Owen's face made his feelings clear; he enjoyed killing those people. These questions circled in Michael's mind, but he knew his window of opportunity was small. If he was going to act, he had to do it soon, or the doctor would be there. What will Michael do?A. Try to escape out the back of the tent. Hopefully no soldiers will be watching it, and he can get away without conflict. When the doctor arrives they will no doubt know about his escape, but it may give him the time he needs. B. There is a scalpel amongst the medical tray. Michael should use it to try and kill the guard outside the tent, then make his escape. It might be dangerous fighting an armed guard, but he might also be able to get a jump on him and end it quickly. C. Michael should take the scalpel and hide it. If he gets away with it, and is returned to his group, perhaps they can make use of it. Of course, if he gets caught... D. Hide the scalpel, but only momentarily. When the doctor arrives, attempt to take him hostage. This won't go unnoticed, but may give him needed leverage. E. Despite the urge to run, Michael should simply wait for the doctor. It will likely lose him the chance of getting the scalpel, but he won't run the risk of getting caught either. F. Grab out the cell phone and try to use it quietly. G. Look through the documents on the desk. H. Other If Michael is attempting to escape, what will he do?A. Try to escape immediately. Run away from the airfield and get away as quickly as possible. B. Try to steal a vehicle, then escape. It will be more likely to garner attention, but he will be able to move quicker. C. Make his way back to his friends. There will be armed guards inside, and he will need the keys, so stealth isn't likely an option. D. Other If Michael is using the cell phone, what will he do?A. Call his parents B. Call 911 C. Other Michael Clifford
Status: Anxiously waiting in a medical tent
Wearing: Striped Suit, Dress Shoes
Inventory: Wallet (Driver's License, Family Photo, Key, $37), Cell Phone
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Nov 10, 2010 20:44:35 GMT -6
Simply C for now.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2010 20:56:56 GMT -6
This is just a supplemental read. You can safely read it or skip it, as it simply adds a bit to the story of Michelle and her fate and has no choices.
Prologue: Michelle
Michelle smiled, her head turned as she lay down on the bench, beads of sweat dropping from her body.
"Ok, enough relaxing! It's time to work hard to keep that body!"
She rolled over on the bench. "Steven, you work me too hard."
"Well, if you want to stay looking as good as I do in tights, then we have to keep that fanny firm! Come on, let's do some squats!"
Michelle laughed, taking his hand and pulling herself up. She had been friends with Steven most of her life. Throughout school he was made fun of for being gay, but Michelle had always stood by his side. After school he took up the career of a fitness trainer, which helped Michelle tremendously. He could always keep her going and her spirits high.
"This had better be worth it," she said as she raise from a squat.
"Hey, you got the job at the Castello d'Acqua didn't you?" He made a point to emphasize his accent on the name.
She laughed as she dropped down again. "That's true. I can't believe you are coming to see my show tonight. Finally!"
"I told you I've been busy with new clients."
"Like Raul?"
"Oh stop! Anyway, I'm glad I'll get to see you. And at a huge New Year's party! I bet you will get paid good tonight, hmm Miss Mermaid?"
She smiled. Looking back, she would have never imagined a job like this. She had always wanted to be a swimmer when she was little, and later thought about working with dolphins.
Now, however, she was the number one performers in the Mermaid Lounge. There, she wore an iconic mermaid tail and shell bikini. Sometimes she would swim around in a large tank. Other times, she had to simply rest in a large prop oyster. Tonight she would be moving about in a giant fish bowl. It wasn't one of her more difficult shows, but the crowd seemed to love it. There would be other dancers moving about the stage, but her name was the biggest on the bill.
"I really did get lucky, didn't I?"
"Lucky?" Steven waved a hand at her. "Are you kidding? You worked your butt off. You weren't just handed the job. Now hit the showers, little missy."
"Thanks, Steven."
"Sure! I'll see you later."
She took a drink of bottled water. Things were truly going well for her in life. She got an amazing job, with great pay. She lived in the heart of Canova city, away from the crime-filled streets she once had to live in. Tonight was truly going to be a great night.
Michelle talked with the other girls in the back before she had to go out. Everyone seemed to get alone well, and there was little drama - at least no more than normal. "You had better get your tail on." Ricky, the production leader ran by. "The crowd is getting restless out there."
She climbed to the top of the ladder, her coworker Lana keeping it steady. "Nervous?"
"Yeah, a little. But I always get nervous before a show. After the curtain raises, it all goes away though." She adjusted her fins, dipping herself into the water. "Brr! That's cold!"
Lana laughed. "Listen, I know it's kind of late notice, but think we could hang out after the show? My friend just called and said he wasn't going to make it."
"Yeah, absolutely. I brought Steven-"
"The trainer?"
"Yeah. We were going to hang out and have some drinks. You are more than welcome to join us."
"That'd be great."
"Ok girls, showtime! Places, places!" Ricky ran by again, clipboard in hand.
The curtain raised and the crowd cheered. The group was normally made up mostly of rich men, as the hotel was rather expensive and somewhat exclusive. Tonight, however, the place was much busier than usual, as party-goers and friends of friends were all in attendance. Many whistles were heard across the room, and Michelle wasn't sure, but she thought she heard some foul comments about her red hair. The sound of the backstage door opening and closing several times also seemed to do its best to distract her.
Still, nothing could ruin this show. Steven was near the front, cheering her on. The other dancers, wearing flashy dresses that reflected the lights, circled the bowl. They, too, seemed to be at their best tonight, moving in unison. Then, without warning, a scream broke out over the stage. The crowd all pointed towards the stage.
Michelle looked over fearfully towards the side of the stage. There she could see Lana being attacked by a couple of men. More of them seemed to be coming from backstage. They looked like the hotel workers who often dealt with the fish and other sea life used in the lounge.
"What are you guys doing?!" She scolded the men that she previously thought were good people. "Someone help her!" Michelle pleaded as she tried unsuccessfully to pull herself from the water.
"What the hell!" Lana tried to shove the men off of her, but she was forced onto the ground. "Ow! You bit me!" Her short yelps were quickly replaced by screams of pain as the men tore her flesh.
"Close the curtain, close the curtain!" Ricky yelled, running across the stage. "You hoodlums get off of her! I'm calling security if you - agh!" The man fell forward in pain as one of the men grabbed his neck from behind.
"Oh my God!" Michelle yelled.
"Don't worry, hon, I'll get you out of there!" Steven was on stage as the curtain closed. He knew from talking to her that she needed a ladder to get down. "Where is it?!"
"It's in the back room - Steven watch out!"
The monstrous humans moved towards him. With a great push, he shoved one down to the ground, skidding across the stage floor. He ran towards the back room, doing his best to get past the growing horde.
"Steven, just get out of there!"
"Not with you. You've stuck with me and I'm not about to leave you!" He pushed again, confident with his strength. This time, however, one of the creatures bit down hard on his wrist, the blood flowing freely. "Holy shit!" He pulled his arm back, holding his arm up the best he could.
"Steven! NO!"
The creatures were relentless. They continued forward, pressing the advantage. Soon Steven was under a pile of the creatures, his cries mixing with the death throes of several others on stage.
The creatures went violently after the people in the lounge. Entire chunks of flesh were torn from victims, insides ripped out, the zombies continuing on from one person to the next. Michelle cried, trapped in the thick glass bowl. All she could do was wait, helplessly watching the death unfold before her.
To be continued...
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Post by Tbone on Nov 10, 2010 21:05:11 GMT -6
Oh yeah Smak, I've posted another choice in Distraction if you'd like to read it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2010 8:28:58 GMT -6
C as well and nice prologue for Michelle, Smakit. I'm looking forward to the events surrounding the other characters leading up to the outbreak.
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Post by Mercury (HG) on Nov 14, 2010 17:35:26 GMT -6
C!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2010 14:06:59 GMT -6
I again felt the need to give the options before proceeding. Many may look similar to the last update, but as he is roughly in the same predicament it makes sense. The next update will hopefully have a bit more 'oomph' behind it, but I felt this breaking spot was important enough to warrant a lackluster update.
Michael looked at the scalpel for several moments. A part of him wanted to rush out and make an escape, small blade in hand. But, he knew better. He wasn't a movie action hero, and these men had guns. Still, if it came down to it, he was better off with something than nothing.
He took the blade and did his best to hide it in his sleeve, pushing it up with his hand. "Wait, what if it cuts me so close to my arm? And what if they make me strip into a medical gown?" His mind began racing, the thought of being caught with a weapon alarming him. "Maybe I could cut a hole and hide it somewhere in my jacket or-"
Michael's thoughts were scrambled as he saw two shadows moving closer to the tent. "Doctor," the soldier outside said.
"Damn!" Michael, flustered, simply threw the scalpel hurriedly into his pants pocket. Hopefully they wouldn't search him.
The tent flaps opened and two people emerged. One was a tall Caucasian man, covered from head to toe in an environmental hazmat suit. He had a respirator, several layers of visors, and what looked like many layers of protection on. The Asian woman beside him was much less protected. She wore a surgical mask, scrubs, gloves, and a net covering her hair.
Michael assumed she was new, or at the very least an underling of the man. She seemed worried, her face looked tired, and she walked quickly to keep pace with the man. He walked confidently in great strides, as if he were in a fully staffed hospital. The fact that he was in a small tent on an airfield in a chaotic city full of zombies didn't seem to affect him.
"Let's see here," he said, looking at a file similar to those laying on his desk. "Mr. Clifford is it?"
"Um, yeah," Michael answered. "They have my file here?"
"Good, good. I'm Doctor Benedict Mateson. Why don't you take a seat there?" He motioned towards the upright medical bed.
Michael hesitantly sat down. Everything in him was urging him to do something, but he fought his instincts and waited, biding his time.
"Nurse Xiang is going to to take a blood sample from you now. Don't be alarmed, it won't hurt. She is very skilled." He looked towards his assistant, who seemed to pause. "Nurse."
"But what about Misty, I don't-"
"Nurse Archer made a mistake and was attacked by one of the infected. You will be fine, it is only a blood sample. Just do your job."
His face was cold, but even after what apparently happened to this other nurse, the woman wasn't willing to go against the doctor. She forced a fake smile, nervously prodding with the needle. Michael winced in pain as she missed her mark.
"I'm sorry, I'll try again." Up close Michael could see her hands were visibly shaking. Her eyes and face were also puffy and red. "Had she been crying? Maybe about the incident concerning the other nurse?" Michael wondered.
"Get a hold of yourself!" The doctor now had his hands tightly on her shoulders. "You didn't train all those years at the top schools to fall apart. Death is a part of life and it happens. Now do your job! Or need I get another nurse?"
She shook her head, nearly coming to tears. "No, no." Still with wobbly hands, she pushed the needle in. It entered the vein, but still caused Michael a bit of pain. He wasn't sure if it was warranted, but he felt bad for the woman, so he did his best to hide his discomfort.
"Good." The man's composure was instantly returned to him, acting as if nothing had transpired. "Now, take his vitals. You can do that, can't you?"
She nodded, grabbing the tool to check Michael's temperature. "This won't hurt, I just need to put this in your ear a second." She said this at the same time she was doing it. Then, she marked the reading on a clipboard and sat it aside. "Now, I have to get your blood pressure."
Michael nodded, his attention taken off the girl and now watching the doctor. He had a syringe and some kind of medicine which he drew into the instrument. A small splash of the liquid came out the top as he pressed the plunger up slightly. The nurse again wrote something down.
"What is that?" Michael asked, the doctor now moving towards him.
"Don't worry, it is something to help you relax. Everything will be fine."
"Wait - what? No, I am relaxed, I don't need anything. Am I infected? Am I going to become one of those things? What is going on?!"
"No, you aren't going to become one of those monsters. Nurse, please, restrain the patient."
"But-" she started, obviously not eager to follow the order.
"Damn it, Xiang. I told Edgar we shouldn't have hired you." He moved forward himself, pushing the woman to the side. "This is for your own good, Mr. Clifford."
What will Michael do?
A. Nothing. Despite his fear, the others were returned safely to the fenced in area. Besides, they have been thus far acting as any other doctor, taking blood samples and checking vitals, and the doctor even said he wouldn't become a zombie. Maybe it is for the best to allow them to work unhindered.
B. Try to push the doctor away. Michael doesn't know anything about this doctor, and the nurse seems scared. Still, he doesn't want to cause harm to them, he only wants them to stop.
C. Defend himself with the scalpel. Slash at the doctor and threaten him to stop. Don't actively seek to harm them, but do so if necessary.
D. Attack with the scalpel. Michael can't give the doctor a chance to inject him. Go for a killing blow. Optional: Attack the woman as well to silence her
E. Take a hostage. With limited firepower and unknown odds, he might have a chance if he has someone as a hostage. Indicate if you should take Doctor Mateson or Nurse Xiang hostage.
F. Other
If choosing any besides A, what will be Michael's plan? You may select as many as applicable
A. Try to escape the airfield. He can hopefully come back for his friends later, but he needs to escape now with his own life.
B. Go for his friends. He can't leave them behind now.
C. Free the prisoners. There is an entire hangar full of them, so they, as well as his friends, should be let loose.
D. Explore the third hangar. Michael hasn't seen inside it and there might be more firepower, prisoners, or who knows what else.
E. Try to get the guard's weapon.
F. Get the files on the desk.
G. Other
Michael Clifford Status: Fearful Wearing: Striped Suit, Dress Shoes Inventory: Wallet (Driver's License, Family Photo, Key, $37), Cell Phone, Scalpel
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2010 15:29:32 GMT -6
Another one you can read or skip at your leisure. Continues the path of Michelle, with some crossover sections where they all met up. It offers less new information about her, but shows her point of view.
I was going to keep going, but felt it was getting lengthy, so I will give a break before I post the next part about Michelle.
Michelle: Act 2
For hours Michelle watched, terrified as the creatures crept closer to her. At first she would get in the middle of the bowl, bobbing down into the water as if would offer protection against the outside world. She would scream in terror each time one of them got close, sending waves of the water over the edge.
Finally, seeing nothing happened to her time after time, she cleared her eyes and watched. The monsters didn't seem able to climb into the tall bowl, and they lacked the capacity to get the ladder and climb up. Some would move menacingly at the glass, but simply bounce harmlessly off. Others simply stood, waiting. A few picked at the remains covering the lounge.
It was then a man ran through the room. "Shit, shit, shit!" He cursed.
Michelle looked. Another survivor! "Please, you have to help me!" She waved her hand, a beautiful mermaid catching his eye amongst the death on stage.
He looked at her, and it for a moment it seemed like he might help. On seeing the creatures around her, however, that changed. "Forget you, lady! I'm not dying for some broad I don't even know!"
The man took off towards the exit. Michelle looked onward in shock. "Please, please, come back," she cried. It was pointless, the man didn't care and wasn't stopping.
The man may have been out to save himself, but he unknowingly brought her some peace. The creatures near the bowl seemed to give up on the unobtainable meal before them and clambered off in his direction, easily pushing through the exit door. Soon their moans were beyond earshot, and all was silent.
The sight before her was horrifying. She hated even the cheesiest of horror movies. The police detective dramas on television showed more gore than she cared for. She kept her shoulders beneath the now slightly drained pool of water and looked up at the ceiling. The spotlights still shone brightly on her. The main attraction. The only survivor amongst the carnage.
A long time passed. How long, she couldn't be sure. An hour? Several?
She whimpered, unable to do anything. It was extremely hard for her to get out of the bowl by herself, the water now lower than usual, and her body weak from the shock of what had happened.
Still, Michelle may have been able to gather the strength to pull herself out. What kept her in was less the physical ailments, and more the emotional stress. If she climbed out now she would only be devoured by the creatures which could be anywhere, or everywhere.
"Miss."
She screamed, as if she were already being attacked, turning and thrashing in the water. "It's ok! It's alright! I'm not going to hurt you!"
The sudden voice of another living person was more than enough to startle her, but upon seeing him her hope was once again restored. "Oh help me, help me, please!"
"I will, don't worry. I'll get you out of there."
His voice was calm and soothing. She believed he actually would help her. Just then a loud slam was heard. The sound of a gunshot rang through the air. Michelle didn't even notice the hole ripped through the curtain, but the wood flying from the impact point on the stage was impossible to miss. She heard another woman scream from beyond the curtain.
"Emma!" The man ran out for a brief moment but quickly returned, a pregnant blond-haired woman with him. He grabbed the gun from her and instructed her. "Help her out of there, I'll hold him off."
"Where are we going to go?" The short woman cried.
Michelle's eyes lit up. "There are dressing rooms behind the stage. There is another exit that way, so we can get out of here." The man nodded, and Michelle was pleased to help.
"I'm going to get out of here!" she thought to herself.
Just then another bullet blasted by. It crashed into the large aquarium at the back of the stage, water flooding across the stage, the ocean fish flopping about helplessly. The man barely stood, shaken by the shot, almost falling onto the stage. Michelle watched as he went outside the curtain to confront the attacker.
The woman made her way over to Michelle. "How do we get you out of there?"
"There is a ladder, over there," she said pointing. "Bring it over and I should be able to climb out."
Michelle felt bad that she was having a pregnant woman, so far along, grab and carry out a ladder. At the same time, she didn't want to be stuck in the bowl alone again. With a clank, the ladder fell against the thick glass bowl. The woman wiped her forehead. She was covered in sweat since she arrived.
"I'm sorry. You are probably worn out. Don't worry, just hold it steady and I will get out."
"It's ok," she said between breaths, more worried with her friend off stage.
Michelle used all her strength to lift her body out of the bowl. She rested on the top of the ladder. Struggling, she removed her mermaid fin. "There," she said triumphantly.
The two heard a loud noise outside. Then gunfire. Michelle hurried down the ladder as the woman, Emma, made her way near the edge of the stage. She could hear yelling.
"Michael?" The woman asked timidly.
"Hey, who is that!?" a gruff voice barked.
"It's ok. It's alright, come on out." It was the voice of her savior.
Walking out, now wearing only her shell top and bikini bottom, Michelle took a quick view of the scene. A dead man on one side with a revolver nearby, a dead SWAT officer on the other, and now another SWAT member was talking to them.
"She was at the party as well, and she worked here," the man explained to the officer.
"Alright." Michelle saw the surviving SWAT say something to the downed officer. His eyes were sad, and she felt bad for him. "The name is Owen Baker. We were sent to rescue any survivors."
"Help is coming?" Michelle asked, her pruned fingers clasped together. "We are saved?"
"I am the help. Reports like this broke out all over the city and we don't have enough manpower for it. We finally reached this location. We landed on the roof and proceeded down in search of survivors. I lost nearly the entire team on twelve, and now..."
Michelle looked worried. "So - there isn't anyone else?"
"No. There is no point in staying here any longer. We need to reach the roof and fly out of here."
Michelle was ready to go, but the other man seemed to be pondering a heavy question. The officer, Owen, snapped his fingers in front of the man. "Hey, wake up. We need to move, now."
"I can't go."
Michelle was surprised at him.
"What did you just say? You can't? Listen, I have a way out of here, let's move." The officer seemed as surprised as her, and slightly irritated.
"I can't abandon my friends. They went down an elevator to the first floor and I can't just fly away and leave them here."
"He really is noble," Michelle thought to herself.
Owen seemed to be considering his options. When he spoke, he seemed to do so reluctantly. "Well you had better make sure that's what you really want to do. I'm heading up and getting out of here, and there isn't likely going to be anyone else coming for you. You head down, you go alone. I lost my entire team and it just isn't a feasible choice."
"I understand."
"What? You can't go there alone! I'm coming with you!" Emma looked ready to cry as she confronted her friend.
"Please, you have to think about your baby. This is your chance to get out of here. I'll be fine."
"He seems confident. The way he said 'your baby'... it must not be his."
"Please, be careful." The pregnant girl squeezed him tight, looking at the ground to hide her tears as she stepped away.
The man turned now, looking at Michelle. "Um, I never did catch your name." She could see that he was fumbling with his own thoughts.
"Michelle."
Had he simply came out and asked her to follow, she might not have been able to resist. A part of her wanted desperately to follow him. Maybe it was because he was her savior, her hero, the guy who would risk his own life to save her. Maybe it was because she could see in her eyes the desire to save his friends, and that kind of honesty was something she rarely saw.
Instead, however, she listened to the fear inside of her. There could be loads of those things farther down. Owen had already said he lost his team getting down. She hoped it would be easier covering ground where the SWAT had already been, and a guaranteed escape was much more welcome than hoping to find the man's friends. They could very well already be dead, and going after them was likely going to end with his own death.
With a sad heart, she made her decision. "I can't thank you enough for helping me out back there, hon, but I think I will follow the man with the big gun and get the hell out of here. I hope you find your friends."
Perking up, she realized she could at least give him a fighting chance. "Oh! Listen, go back into the dressing room. There should be a big jacket hanging on a hook. There are some keys in the pocket used for a special elevator down the hall, through the door back there. They use it to move the fish around. I think it only stops on this floor, as well as the fourth and first. Maybe you can use it."
"Yeah, that will definitely help, thanks."
"Let's go, that chopper won't wait forever." Owen interrupted, seemingly eager to be on their way.
Emma hugged the man tightly once more before following behind Michelle and Owen. Soon her champion was out of sight.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Nov 22, 2010 5:30:54 GMT -6
I've gotta say E: Take Nurse Xiang hostage with no intention to harm her and C. But before doing that, incapacitate the good Doctor if at all possible.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2010 14:57:07 GMT -6
E and C as well while taking the nurse hostage. But my deviation from Eric's vote is to go for the kill against the doctor, he seems to be up to no good. That's simply my two cents though.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2010 18:17:14 GMT -6
Hope you all had a good Thanksgiving, whether it was to celebrate with family, have an excuse to eat a lot of food, or at least just a good day. Mine was alright besides the...
A. Zombie Turkey Outbreak B. Case of Amnesia C. Throwing up and being sick for days after
C. Unfortunately. Anyhow, on with the update!
Michael didn't know what this doctor had in mind, but with everything crazy going on, he wasn't about to sit there on good faith. Besides, he had to help his friends. Michael waited obediently. The doctor looked more complacent and began focusing on injecting the needle. His eyes averted, Michael took the opportunity to move. He pushed the needle away, throwing the doctor back. "Dammit, don't struggle!" The shadow of the guard outside seemed to become alert. Momentarily distracted himself, Michael was almost gouged by the needle as the doctor lunged forward in anger. He caught the doctor by the wrist with both hands. "If it's so safe, you won't mind taking a dose yourself!" Michael plunged the needle back, thrusting it into the doctor. Almost immediately, he collapsed. As he fell, he knocked over the medicine he had tried to inject Michael with. "What's going on in there? Doc?" The soldier outside was getting nervous. "Damn." Michael looked about, unable to find anything suitable to strike the guard with. Seeing no other option, he pulled out the scalpel and held it to the nurse's neck. "Please, please don't hurt me! Oh, God, why?" she sobbed. "Listen," he started, being drowned out by her cries, "Listen! I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to rescue my friends. I promise I won't hurt you. He wasn't sure whether she believed him, or she simply didn't want to argue with a 'madman', but she quieted down as the soldier burst into the room. "Drop the weapon!" "Listen, I'll, I'll kill her." Michael did his best to sound convincing. "Don't try to call out for help either, or I will kill her on the spot." The guard didn't seem ready to let the sobbing nurse die. "What do you want?" "Do you have keys to the cells?" "What cells?" "The cages, dammit! In the hangar, with all the prisoners!" "No, only the guards there have them." "Gah." Michael was frustrated, but he had to keep a cool head. "Drop your weapons. All of them." He could see the rifle in his hand as well as the pistol at his waist. To his surprise, the guard also dropped a knife which Michael hadn't noticed. "Now what?" Michael put the pistol in his pants, throwing the scalpel and knife in a pocket. He held the rifle at the ready, pressing it against the nurse's back. Looking at the soldier, he made a simple demand. "Get on the ground face down. If I see you move from this tent or hear you make a peep, I'll kill her." "You aren't going to get away, you know?" "You let me worry about that. You just stay put."
As Michael passed between the hangars, he was thankful Owen and the others were gone. No bodies remained. There were also no guards between him and the side entrance to the hangar. Was he really that lucky? He became paranoid, looking quickly above him. "Do they have cameras that already spotted me? Regardless, it's too late to back down now." With a deep breath he opened the door, ushering the nurse ahead of him at gunpoint. There was a peaceful moment before anyone knew what was happening. The guards glanced in his direction, no doubt as they had many times as one of their comrades entered for another 'patient'. The calmness was quickly destroyed as their minds had time to assess the situation. Rifles were drawn from all three guards inside, pointing towards Michael. "Gun!" "He has a gun!" "He's got a hostage!" Shouts from the guards could barely be heard over the sudden roar of those caged. "Let her go!" "Drop the weapon!" Michael's eyes moved rapidly from subject to subject. He caught a glimpse to the left, noticing Carrie, Faatina, and Debra, of the fences shaking from the masses to the right, the shaking and uncontrollable crying of the nurse before him, of the soldiers communicating between one another in a frenzy, their eyes fixated on Michael, weapons ready to fire. "Quiet! QUIET!" The threatening screams of one soldier did little to deter the rambunctious crowd. The guards moved forward, forming a semi-circle around Michael, essentially forming a human wall between him and the cages. The trio of men seemed disciplined, but lacking a leader, as each looked to one another. Finally, one of them took a step forward, as if declaring himself in charge. "What do you want? Why are you doing this?" As he allowed his gaze to move to his friends, Michael noticed another problem: Eric and Stephanie were absent. "Where are they?" "Who?!" "The others, who were in those cages over there," he motioned with his head. "They were taken elsewhere." "I said where!" One of the soldiers in the back spoke up. "The man was taken to hangar 2, the woman to hangar 3." "I want you to let my friends go. I want you to let everyone here go." "Let them go? We can't do that! Your friends' tests still aren't back! They could be infected!" One of the soldiers within the circle shouted. "I don't care, let them out now, or she is dead!" Xiang let out a scream as Michael tugged at her arm. "Why not? They will never make it out of the city anyway!" Another soldier exclaimed. "Watch yourself!" His friend barked back. "Listen, I-" "Just shut up!" Michael watched the two argue, taking the brief pause to consider his options. He had armed guards in his face, his friends were separated, and things were quickly becoming more and more dangerous. What will Michael do next?A. Try to talk his way through this. With the arguing, perhaps he could convince them to free his friends and the others. B. Use the distraction of the arguing soldiers to attack. Push Xiang out of the way and open fire on the three men. C. Give up. Things are becoming too dangerous and too stressful. Maybe if he gives up now, no one will be hurt. D. Other If A, how will you try to talk them out of it?A. Appeal to their sense of power and security. If the city is secure as they claim, then letting them go won't hurt, as they will be captured or killed later anyway. B. Appeal to their humanity. Zombies are roaming the streets, people have lost their lives, and everyone is just trying to survive. C. Threaten them. Michael has an assault rifle in hand, and they could very well all end up dead. D. Other If continuing the escape plan (A, B, or possibly D), how should Michael continue if all goes well? May choose multipleA. Attempt to free the crowd in the cages nearby. B. Attempt to free Carrie, Faatina, and Debra, who are in the cages nearby. C. Attempt to free Eric, who is said to be in the second hangar. D. Attempt to free Stephanie, who is said to be in the third hangar.
I know there are a lot of choices here, but there are also a lot of things to think about. Is having a shoot out a good idea? Or would talking waste precious seconds and allow more soldiers to arrive, trapping Michael or making his situation hopeless? And what about the other prisoners/patients? Michael doesn't know how the crowd will react. Will they be a great help in the fight? Will they riot, causing a good distraction? Or perhaps even be dangerous to him and his friends? Considering his friends, how will he react to their separation? Eric has been his good friend for some time, but will require him to travel out and into another hangar. He has no clue on the number of soldiers either. Would it make his situation hopeless? And what about Stephanie? He knew her only a short time, but she is a caring and kind woman. Can he leave her? Anyhow, looking forward to your choices and reasoning! Quick layout of what is going on in case I was confusing. Note that the exact sizing is irrelevant, just giving a basic idea. =P
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Dec 1, 2010 17:46:33 GMT -6
A, B: B. None of the soldiers seemed particularly pleased with their current posts, and it seems that they haven't radioed for assistance yet. It'd be best to avoid unnecessary bloodshed, not only does Michael not need it on his conscience but as stated previously, the soldiers didn't display any signs of enjoying their positions.
Carrie, Faantina, and Debra are also in the immediate vicinity so he might as well free them while he can.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2010 9:39:15 GMT -6
I'm feeling completely brain dead at the moment so I'm going to have to vote the same as Eric this time. I can't conduct any scenarios in my head at the moment, I don't know what gives....
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