Adrianne flew past them, skidding behind a car. She raised her gun and shot three bullets into the swarm, throwing the magnum back. It almost hit her in the face, but she now knew how to control it. Two more shots and she could handle it alright, the recoil not as bad. Three of the ravens dropped as she ran in circles, beating off two of them that got close. "Anyone!? Help, damnit!"
((Hah, Absolete. As much as I enjoyed that, please avoid doing it too often.))
Lester swore. "God damnit! As exited as I am to see two people in a bloody day, watch your freakin' feet!" He yelled, raising his gun and shooting three shots in quick succession, taking out two ravens. Gotta love the power of a revolver. He looked forward to see a raven swooping at him. Flipping his magnum around, he pistol-whipped the bugger right in the beak, causing it to smash face first into the floor. Taking his scalpel, he dug it into the ravens eye.
"Theres still a few more. Watch my back." He said to the woman, and dove to the side to reload.
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Reagan grinned in delight as the shots filled the air. She was trained for this. Or, as trained as you could be. SHe fired 2 shots, both hitting ravens as they fell to ground that already was a pile of feathers and gore. Almost slipping on the blood, she rolled forward when a bird came swooping from her right, beak open in a caw. Rolling sideways, she lay on her back on the ground shooting the bird in it's chest. Bolting upright she scrambled towards the man to watch his back. As a bird came swooping again, Reagan noticed that it's increased size also had negatives, it was a lot slower. Jamming the gun into her belt, she took a plank from the street and hit the bird out of the air, barely hitting it. but hitting in nevertheless. "Got your back."
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“I was thinking that work is like fertilizer in that I'm glad it exists; I just don't ever want to get stuck in it.”
** Sorry, it was a one time chance I had to take. ;P *
No scream was as desperate as Adrianne's as talons bore into her back. They ripped almost six inches long, dragging deep. She fell writhing to the ground, ripping a bird from her shoulder. She gasped as it's wing simply snapped off, it's huge body fluttering off in the breeze on one wing. It barely floated off, staying low. Adrianne got to her feet, holding her mouth open. She was completely stunned. The pain immobilized her, kept her from moving. After several seconds she realized almost a dozen were left, and she growled. Swinging her pole into the swarm, two fell victim to her rage.
"'Ey!" Lester shouted out to the woman in the middle of this, the one that initially screamed for help. "Get over 'ere! We'll protect you!" He was already taking a leadership role, weather the other people he only just met liked it or not. He liked to boss people around, in a certain manner. Besides, he had lots of experience of leading a science team, to study a newly discovered fish species, so he could pull it off. The more people who he worked with, the easier it was for him.
((Editing. Hold On.))
Lester cursed. Loudly, and multiple times. Diving towards the women who just got stabbed by the raven, he slung her over his shoulder.
"We gotta get to my lab. The toxin isn't deadly, but highly painful and will put you out for a long time if we don't get it treated." He whispered to her. Signalling to the other women, he sprinted back in the direction he came. Luckily the woman on his shoulder was thin, so she was easier to carry.
((Gotta go for a few hours, much to my dismay. My parents want to go downtown to see the aftermath of the riots. >.> Well, there goes my whole day plan out the window.))
Adrianne gasped for air, her sudden loss of oxygen amazing her. Everything became a bit blurry and slurred. His speech didn't register until they started jogging off. She looked up at the swarm, still holding her gun. Worley had dropped her pole a while back. Slowly pulling up her magnum, two shots into the crowd was all it took before she slumped down, in too much pain to do anything.
Reagan cursed. Throwing the plank to the ground, which proved to be useful when she beat another raven out of the air, she ran after the man throwing a trash can at them. Not that it did much, but the sound scared them slightly as it hit the pavement with a loud 'clang'. Grinning again, she ran behind the man that felt like the leader, and kept her eyes open for things that might be useful. Flexing her hands, she saw some tossed cars, one with an arm sticking out that looked like it had been dead for over a week. Moving her eyes away, she studied the man walking in front of her. He wasn't that bad looking, but Reagan didn't look at looks anymore, she saw the mask, the gun and knew why he'd been able to survive. He was brains and a bit muscle, what you would need to survive.
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“I was thinking that work is like fertilizer in that I'm glad it exists; I just don't ever want to get stuck in it.”
((I have time for a couple posts. Also, prepare for irony, Reagan. Haha.))
Suddenly, Lester stopped and swore. He left the ****ing oven on! How stupid could you get!? The lab was probably burned down by now, and he knew that it was one of the only safe buildings. It was the only one that's streets weren't infested, and the inside was safe as well. He knew. He checked practically every building, looking for survivors. If you wonder why he has so few bullets, well, there you go.
"I have some bad news." He said, running again. "My base of operations might be completely and utterly bur- Yup, there we go. We've gotta leave town." He swore under his breath at the sight of the high-rising flames ahead. Leaving the oven on in a lab filled with gunpowder, oil, and other flammable objects was overall a terrible idea.
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"What! NO! The sun is sinking! If we leave now, we won't find shelter and at night..." Reagan shuddered, she had heard the sounds at night. Animals were ferocious and came out then. "You know it. Isn't there another building we cam barricade ourself in?" She waved around her in frantic gestures. The sun was indeed reaching the tops of the buildings already, which was still quite high, but it was lowering. Reagan was glaring at the man, how did he set fire to the building anyway?
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“I was thinking that work is like fertilizer in that I'm glad it exists; I just don't ever want to get stuck in it.”
"Probably. But I've checked nearly every building. None of them will be very safe when we enter. Get your feet ready. Rats like to overwhelm you. Keep moving, and stomp 'em down." He quickly turned down an alleyway, and into the back door of a restaurant. A raccoon, the second he opened the door, took a leap at him. He punched the raccoon in his face with his brass knuckles, and took it down.
"There are more in here. Watch out. A restaurant probably wasn't the smartest pick, but raccoons are better then the green bastards."
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"Seriously. A restaurant? You DO know all the animals usually gather here in search of left over food?" Reagan had a whole different opinion about the man now. Not much brains, even less muscle. How did he even manage to survive? A raccoon that was hiding behind a counter lunged for her and Reagan kicked it out of the air, one of the tops of being lean and athletic, before stomping on it's body three times, making sure it wasn't alive. She saw a knife and grabbed it as 3 raccoons broke through the door they came through. "Oh joy." Reagan gripped the knife and rolled her eyes at the man, hoping he was smart to find a knife or something.
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“I was thinking that work is like fertilizer in that I'm glad it exists; I just don't ever want to get stuck in it.”
"Yeah, I know." He murmured. He was unbelievably frustrated. He lost his lab to a stupid mistake, and now some ***** off the street thinks he's a moron. "All the other doors are locked off, restrained, highly radiated, or have even worse animals. I happen to know, most rodents haven't changed at all. They are just aggressive. If we get rid of the 'coons, we can get onto high ground and avoid the rats. So, if you could let me just do what I'm doing..." He bit his lip, shooting another raccoon.
"This place has canned food under the stairs. The owners were Russian, they were incredibly suspicious of the North Americans. Thought they would get attacked."
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Reagan impaled the first raccoon, before throwing the knife at the second, sending it flying across the floor into one of the chairs. Retrieving it from the dead body, she ignored the blood and dragged the table in front of the door that was broken. "Sorry. Last restaurant I went into was swarmed with spiders the size of chandeliers." Reagan didn't sound sorry, but she apologized nonetheless, if they were going to survive, they needed to be on good terms, not fighting themselves. Bolting for the stairs, two raccoons jumped in from the kitchen doors and snarled as they saw her and the man.
Reagan ducked and had almost reached the stairs when one jumped on her back, clawing at her head with sharp claws. She whirled around, whipping out the knife again and stabbing it with each word "Never. Touch. My. Hair. Again." It fell to the ground with a satisfying whine and Reagan opened the cupboard under the staircase, throwing her backpack off of her shoulder in the meantime. Opening it, she threw in all the cans she could get her hand on before closing it again and closing the backpack. The other raccoon was still standing at the door, growling and it's beady eyes were shifting from the man to her. "I already hated raccoons when they were normal." She spat next to her after saying it, holding her knife ready.
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“I was thinking that work is like fertilizer in that I'm glad it exists; I just don't ever want to get stuck in it.”
((Soooo sorry to interrupt here but I read the first post and, well, I'm in love with this so here I go))
Name: Paul Stevens Age: 23 Personality: Quiet. Encased. Defensive. These are the attitudes that define Paul's demeanor. In a sense, he can be defined as traumatized; psychologically refusing to deal with recent events, and subsequently shutting the world out. He is a loner, but as time has slowly progressed, he has begun to realize that being alone is too unsafe. Even so, he has always refused to speak and interact with others unless necessary, and is quick to retort with action when angered or hurt. Appearance: His tall stature makes him stick out more than he'd like, and his thin figure doesn't help. Despite his lankiness, he is not clumsy or awkward. He carries himself well and contained, and he might be intimidating if he had more flesh on his bones.
His most noticeable features are his scars. Terrible burn marks distort the left side of his face almost completely; it barely appears human. His good side, however, reveals that he was once a very attractive man, with hazel eyes, tanned skin, and defined facial structure.
He prefers to garbed in clothing that hides him. i.e. dark colors, hoodies, sweats, etc. Equipment: He has a small suitcase he carries with him everywhere; the contents of which he refuses to reveal. ((this is a plot device. if i need to reveal the contents, let me kno, i'll PM them)) He also has a bow and quiver strapped to his back, but he only has one arrow. Skills: He is skilled in using his bow and arrow, but that is the extent of his combat capabilities. Before the outbreak, Paul was a forensics expert for a local police department, and his knowledge of physics is extensive. He is also a very quick thinker. Biography: Paul Stevens worked at crime scenes by day and spent long nights in the morgue. Analyzing bullet trajectories, trauma wonds...it was tedious and stressful work, but it was bearable. His private life was a different story. Parties, women, drinking, drugs...Paul would let loose. Sometimes he was relieving stress, other times he was running away from the troubles work brought, and every time he was disappointing his aging mother. Each time he visited her they argued, each time he left in anger.
...then the outbreak came...
After an encounter of his own with a bow-wielding creature of the night, he hurried to see his mother. He saw her run into her house, chased by a terrible, green, hissing mutant. He ran after her, but to no avail. The creature erupted, and the explosion left him brutally wounded; and his mother dead.
Since, he has changed, retreating into himself, no longer letting loose and instead subjecting himself to internal turmoil. Additional Facts: Before the outbreak, Paul had a fascination with the similarities between pig flesh and human flesh. He even ran some (questionable) experiments at his home, relating to highly improbable situations and how they would affect humans. Suggestions: Ummm...I haven't read through everything yet but...I was thinking of how pigmen (not zombie) would be implemented...I mean, a version of the virus that changes the Human too much but he still retains some aspect of his psyche....idk One Liner: Paul Stevens: The Lonely Physicist (sry that's the best I could do...)
((Haha, a worthy first post. I kid of course, but it's pretty awesome to know someones first post was for this. You're in.))
"Cockroaches are worse. They are bigger, and they are practically living radiation. They are one of the few animals that would survive a nucular fallout. I guess they took it literally." He holstered his pistol, yawning.
"I'm sorry we couldn't get into Fairview hotel, one of the fanciest places, but that place is crawling with the green guys." It took him awhile to notice the girl he had slung over his back, was now slumped in the far corner of the room because of the confusion. He must of accidently thrown her.
He attempted to shake her awake, and stood back up. He would wait for her to get up when she wished. Shrugging, he went down to investigate under the stairs, to see if their will still food.
Bad Mistake.
A mutilated corpse sat in one end, the head clearly bitten off and the entire body seemingly burned. In the other end - a green mutant. It tossed itself at Lester, and he fired off three quick shots before diving backwords. It exploded, but luckily far enough away that Lester avoided serious injuries.
"Jesus Christ. Atleast there is still food in there." he muttered, gesturing to the canned beans and fruit. He turned and started picking up the rubble.
"We might want to make a baracade for the huge hole in the wall now."
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Adrianne rose, tears sliding across her cheeks. Blood soaked the wall and ground, her wounds somewhat closed by now. She picked up her gun, and silently slid out the clip. Only a bullet remained, and she simply threw the clip across the room. It cracked against a mirror, and she looked at it in fear.
Realizing it was the mirror, she reached for another clip. Jamming it into her gun, tears dripped onto her lap. The ammunition made a strange jamming noise as it locked into the gun, and she simply shoved the handle into the ground. The impact slid the ammo in. She turned the safety on, her basic knowledge of guns rewarding her. The pack she carried had opened across the ground, half of the contents sloshed to the dirty rubble. She picked them out and shoved them in, grabbing some gum. It was strawberry, her favorite flavor. Shoving two pieces into her mouth, she silently chewed.
Hearing distant voices coming from the stairs, she barely lurched down the stairs. A painting lay strewn across the stairs, a piece of meat covered in maggots at the base of them. She gagged, walking past. Behind her was the two rescuers, and she barely mustered a smile. "Hey..."
A muffled shuffling noise comes from outside the gaping hole in the wall. Footsteps; running, not walking. Was in an infected creature? Another exploding mutant? Suddenly a tall figure stands in the opening. A man, aiming an outstretched bow and arrow directly at Lester.
His eyes flicker across the room, examining the damage done, as well as the people he can see in the restaurant.
His posture relaxes, and he lowers his bow. Stepping into the restauarant, he turns around and looks outside, making sure there are no more creatures lurking about. Then, without a word, he sheathes his bow and arrow and begins to pick up the scattered pieces of wreckage around him; attempting to repair the damaged wall.
...he barely glances at the others around him, and doesn't bother to ask any questions.
((...terrible entrance, I know, but it's late where I am...))
Reagan eventually just kicked the raccoon back through the door and shut it. When she heard the bang, she didn't bother looking if the man was alive. It wouldn't be surprising if he died. Walking down, she noticed the girl behind her as she said her first words. To Reagan anyway. When Reagan noticed the other man standing at the bottom of the stairs, she immediately drew her gun and looked at him curiously "Who are you?"
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“I was thinking that work is like fertilizer in that I'm glad it exists; I just don't ever want to get stuck in it.”
Lester swore. "God damnit! As exited as I am to see two people in a bloody day, watch your freakin' feet!" He yelled, raising his gun and shooting three shots in quick succession, taking out two ravens. Gotta love the power of a revolver. He looked forward to see a raven swooping at him. Flipping his magnum around, he pistol-whipped the bugger right in the beak, causing it to smash face first into the floor. Taking his scalpel, he dug it into the ravens eye.
"Theres still a few more. Watch my back." He said to the woman, and dove to the side to reload.
No scream was as desperate as Adrianne's as talons bore into her back. They ripped almost six inches long, dragging deep. She fell writhing to the ground, ripping a bird from her shoulder. She gasped as it's wing simply snapped off, it's huge body fluttering off in the breeze on one wing. It barely floated off, staying low. Adrianne got to her feet, holding her mouth open. She was completely stunned. The pain immobilized her, kept her from moving. After several seconds she realized almost a dozen were left, and she growled. Swinging her pole into the swarm, two fell victim to her rage.
She leaned on her knees, gasping for air.
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Lester cursed. Loudly, and multiple times. Diving towards the women who just got stabbed by the raven, he slung her over his shoulder.
"We gotta get to my lab. The toxin isn't deadly, but highly painful and will put you out for a long time if we don't get it treated." He whispered to her. Signalling to the other women, he sprinted back in the direction he came. Luckily the woman on his shoulder was thin, so she was easier to carry.
((Gotta go for a few hours, much to my dismay. My parents want to go downtown to see the aftermath of the riots. >.> Well, there goes my whole day plan out the window.))
Suddenly, Lester stopped and swore. He left the ****ing oven on! How stupid could you get!? The lab was probably burned down by now, and he knew that it was one of the only safe buildings. It was the only one that's streets weren't infested, and the inside was safe as well. He knew. He checked practically every building, looking for survivors. If you wonder why he has so few bullets, well, there you go.
"I have some bad news." He said, running again. "My base of operations might be completely and utterly bur- Yup, there we go. We've gotta leave town." He swore under his breath at the sight of the high-rising flames ahead. Leaving the oven on in a lab filled with gunpowder, oil, and other flammable objects was overall a terrible idea.
"There are more in here. Watch out. A restaurant probably wasn't the smartest pick, but raccoons are better then the green bastards."
"This place has canned food under the stairs. The owners were Russian, they were incredibly suspicious of the North Americans. Thought they would get attacked."
Reagan ducked and had almost reached the stairs when one jumped on her back, clawing at her head with sharp claws. She whirled around, whipping out the knife again and stabbing it with each word "Never. Touch. My. Hair. Again." It fell to the ground with a satisfying whine and Reagan opened the cupboard under the staircase, throwing her backpack off of her shoulder in the meantime. Opening it, she threw in all the cans she could get her hand on before closing it again and closing the backpack. The other raccoon was still standing at the door, growling and it's beady eyes were shifting from the man to her. "I already hated raccoons when they were normal." She spat next to her after saying it, holding her knife ready.
Name: Paul Stevens
Age: 23
Personality: Quiet. Encased. Defensive. These are the attitudes that define Paul's demeanor. In a sense, he can be defined as traumatized; psychologically refusing to deal with recent events, and subsequently shutting the world out. He is a loner, but as time has slowly progressed, he has begun to realize that being alone is too unsafe. Even so, he has always refused to speak and interact with others unless necessary, and is quick to retort with action when angered or hurt.
Appearance: His tall stature makes him stick out more than he'd like, and his thin figure doesn't help. Despite his lankiness, he is not clumsy or awkward. He carries himself well and contained, and he might be intimidating if he had more flesh on his bones.
His most noticeable features are his scars. Terrible burn marks distort the left side of his face almost completely; it barely appears human. His good side, however, reveals that he was once a very attractive man, with hazel eyes, tanned skin, and defined facial structure.
He prefers to garbed in clothing that hides him. i.e. dark colors, hoodies, sweats, etc.
Equipment: He has a small suitcase he carries with him everywhere; the contents of which he refuses to reveal. ((this is a plot device. if i need to reveal the contents, let me kno, i'll PM them)) He also has a bow and quiver strapped to his back, but he only has one arrow.
Skills: He is skilled in using his bow and arrow, but that is the extent of his combat capabilities. Before the outbreak, Paul was a forensics expert for a local police department, and his knowledge of physics is extensive. He is also a very quick thinker.
Biography: Paul Stevens worked at crime scenes by day and spent long nights in the morgue. Analyzing bullet trajectories, trauma wonds...it was tedious and stressful work, but it was bearable. His private life was a different story. Parties, women, drinking, drugs...Paul would let loose. Sometimes he was relieving stress, other times he was running away from the troubles work brought, and every time he was disappointing his aging mother. Each time he visited her they argued, each time he left in anger.
...then the outbreak came...
After an encounter of his own with a bow-wielding creature of the night, he hurried to see his mother. He saw her run into her house, chased by a terrible, green, hissing mutant. He ran after her, but to no avail. The creature erupted, and the explosion left him brutally wounded; and his mother dead.
Since, he has changed, retreating into himself, no longer letting loose and instead subjecting himself to internal turmoil.
Additional Facts: Before the outbreak, Paul had a fascination with the similarities between pig flesh and human flesh. He even ran some (questionable) experiments at his home, relating to highly improbable situations and how they would affect humans.
Suggestions: Ummm...I haven't read through everything yet but...I was thinking of how pigmen (not zombie) would be implemented...I mean, a version of the virus that changes the Human too much but he still retains some aspect of his psyche....idk
One Liner: Paul Stevens: The Lonely Physicist (sry that's the best I could do...)
"Cockroaches are worse. They are bigger, and they are practically living radiation. They are one of the few animals that would survive a nucular fallout. I guess they took it literally." He holstered his pistol, yawning.
"I'm sorry we couldn't get into Fairview hotel, one of the fanciest places, but that place is crawling with the green guys." It took him awhile to notice the girl he had slung over his back, was now slumped in the far corner of the room because of the confusion. He must of accidently thrown her.
He attempted to shake her awake, and stood back up. He would wait for her to get up when she wished. Shrugging, he went down to investigate under the stairs, to see if their will still food.
Bad Mistake.
A mutilated corpse sat in one end, the head clearly bitten off and the entire body seemingly burned. In the other end - a green mutant. It tossed itself at Lester, and he fired off three quick shots before diving backwords. It exploded, but luckily far enough away that Lester avoided serious injuries.
"Jesus Christ. Atleast there is still food in there." he muttered, gesturing to the canned beans and fruit. He turned and started picking up the rubble.
"We might want to make a baracade for the huge hole in the wall now."
Realizing it was the mirror, she reached for another clip. Jamming it into her gun, tears dripped onto her lap. The ammunition made a strange jamming noise as it locked into the gun, and she simply shoved the handle into the ground. The impact slid the ammo in. She turned the safety on, her basic knowledge of guns rewarding her. The pack she carried had opened across the ground, half of the contents sloshed to the dirty rubble. She picked them out and shoved them in, grabbing some gum. It was strawberry, her favorite flavor. Shoving two pieces into her mouth, she silently chewed.
Hearing distant voices coming from the stairs, she barely lurched down the stairs. A painting lay strewn across the stairs, a piece of meat covered in maggots at the base of them. She gagged, walking past. Behind her was the two rescuers, and she barely mustered a smile. "Hey..."
His eyes flicker across the room, examining the damage done, as well as the people he can see in the restaurant.
His posture relaxes, and he lowers his bow. Stepping into the restauarant, he turns around and looks outside, making sure there are no more creatures lurking about. Then, without a word, he sheathes his bow and arrow and begins to pick up the scattered pieces of wreckage around him; attempting to repair the damaged wall.
...he barely glances at the others around him, and doesn't bother to ask any questions.
((...terrible entrance, I know, but it's late where I am...))