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Post by albub on Aug 13, 2008 0:23:45 GMT -5
((not a problem brother... This thread needed a revival.))
Whether it was old gyprock dust, malnutrition, or straight exhaustion, most of the inhabitants of Beacham Cinema had fallen into a coma of sorts. Though he tried, Alex had been unable to wake them.
He had gone on a short jaunt overnight to a nearby club for more alcohol, but besides that he had passed the time making sure the comatose tenants of the Cinema were safe.
At one point he thought he had seen glare off of the glass windows on a nearby apartment building, but they were all broken when he went to check.
In his further exploration of the building Alex had found - to his horror - a charred corpse bearing the patch of the Aardwolf Rangers. The Rangers were a loose organization of scientists and warriors who mostly flew solo, but could rely on one another for help if anything came up. Some of his best friends were Aardwolf Rangers and he wished he could identify his fallen friend.
On two occasions zombies had tried to claw at the barricades, but they had lost interest and moved on. many zombies had diffused out of the area, but the concentration was still enough to pose significant threat, especially because he had been unable to lift any of the 'sleepers' up to the second floor.
"I'd trade my pistol for a goddamn gatorade right now... god I hate hangovers." Alex drank constantly to keep boredom at bay, and mornings were constantly an exercise in pain tolerance. "I just wish something would happen around here... a fucking break in, or maybe a friend. I can't keep caring for these people by myself."
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 13, 2008 2:47:36 GMT -5
PFC stopped in an alleyway across the street from the cinema. He began to apply camo to his face. Dark, black camo hid his sharp features. No longer was he an honorable soldier. Survival was now key. He donned an old gas mask he found off of a dead cop, along with a flak jacket. He checked the magazine of his MP5 submachine gun. "Shit..." Not enough if he were to get into a scuffle with the residents. Still, he needed to live on. He needed to remember himself. He crept toward to the well barricaded entrance. Silence is key, he thought. He began to quietly remove small bits and pieces of the foundation...
After an hours work, and a stoppage to observe distant moaning, he had a small enough crawl space. He quickly slid under. He saw a man sitting in a cinema recliner. He looked bored as he watched the others sleeping. PFC crouched. He put the safety on his gun. No honor in killing unarmed civilians, but no one ever said anything about scaring the shit out of them. "BOO MOTHERFUCKER"
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Post by albub on Aug 14, 2008 20:16:09 GMT -5
"JESUS ANAL SEX CHRI-"
Alex started violently, and his scotch glass was thrown into the air. As it gracefully arced back towards the ground his expression turned to horror and he threw himself out of the chair in an attempt at catching the glass. He caught it at the very end of it's course, when it landed on his outstretched palm rightside up. Miraculously, it still had some scotch in it, which Alex promptly finished. He figured if this man planned on killing him he was dead anyway, and if he meant him no harm then he may as well face him with slightly more calmed nerves.
Standing and brushing the dust from his linens, Alex turned to the man tucked into his barricades.
"Holy shit, you sure know how to make an entrance. Welcome to Beacham Cinema brother, m'name's Alex I think, I rarely hear it anymore."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 14, 2008 22:00:49 GMT -5
A strange man crashes in from the roof. He is covered in blood, and carries a shitload of firearms, as well as 2 axes strapped to his back.
"Don't bother about me. I'm not on the run. If someone comes looking for an Axe Hack, that is not me."
The man runs for the basement.
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 15, 2008 0:24:49 GMT -5
"Just call me PFC. WHat i'm doing here and who i am is not your concern unfortunately." PFC looks at the basement door."Who the hell was that? Anyway, whats goin' on? You set up all this shit against the door by yourself?" PFC looks around.
He eyes the sleeping residents of Beacham Cinema. He hears a distant sound of the movie of the night, which sounded like The Night of the Living Dead. He smiles. "Not the best movie to play at a time like this eh?" PFC points at one of the sleepers. "How long they been like that?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 15, 2008 15:50:01 GMT -5
A couple of gunshots come are heard from the basement. The man re-enters the lobby, but this time carrying a dead body.
"Um...Just passing through. I didn't kill this man who wasn't a zombie..."
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Post by albub on Aug 15, 2008 22:07:31 GMT -5
"I don't recognize him, just make sure you clean up your mess.
As for you, PFC, I set up the barricades with all these comatose motherfuckers... They just passed out and never woke up at various stages of construction. I can't bring myself to abandon them."
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 15, 2008 22:14:59 GMT -5
PFC goes over and checks their pulses. "Weird. They just went into a coma? That's not really possible." He checks them over more. "No bites, no scratches. How what the hell...."
PFC goes over to his bag. "I need you to get me water, and a blender or something to mash up food with. I'm certified to give a combat IV, but i need the supplies." PFC looks at the guy who shot someone. " Yeah, uh...well done buddy."
He turns back to Alex. "Water, is priority one. They can live for awhile without food but they will be hungry as fuck when they wake up. I'll set him up first..." PFC walks over to Magatsu.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 16, 2008 8:41:20 GMT -5
The man notices Magatsu. He thinks to himself, "Wasn't that guy at the Elbow Room Bar? If he wakes up, he's bound to give me away as a PKer..."
"You know what," the man says, dropping the body he's carrying, "let me check their health. I've got enough First Aid to start my own hospital."
The man takes out 10 FAKs and walks over to Magatsu's body.
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Post by Sarpek on Aug 16, 2008 12:22:32 GMT -5
There is a loud thud, and muffled cursing from the roof. A teenager, about 17, hobbles down the steps, clenching his knee. "Don't worry about me, I'm with him." He points to axe hack.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 16, 2008 13:35:58 GMT -5
The man looks at the newcomer.
"Do I know you?"
The man had laid a couple of C4 under Magatsu's body when everyone was distracted by this necomer falling in from the roof.
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Post by albub on Aug 16, 2008 15:57:34 GMT -5
"Hey, hey now... Leave these guys alone... what sort of first aid could you possibly give them? I think it's something to do with exhaustion or like, lung disease. Whatever it is, a first aid kit won't help it."
Albub starts toward the man with the mountain of first aid kits.
"I don't want you trying to fix what isn't broke and hurting anyone."
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Post by Sarpek on Aug 16, 2008 16:02:31 GMT -5
"Of course you do! I'm your apprentice, after all!" The teenager grins hopefully.
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Post by albub on Aug 16, 2008 18:00:05 GMT -5
"Aren't you with that goof?"
Alex points to the man surrounded by his pile of first aid supplies.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 16, 2008 18:11:56 GMT -5
"This goof has a name, you know. And it's Axe Ha-"
The man pauses for a second.
"Bullet. Axe Bullet. If you excuse me, I'll have some talking to do with my so called apprentice..."
Axe drags the teenage kid outside. Unbeknowingly to Alex, Axe had secretly taken out a detonator as he was dragging the teen outside. In a few seconds, the C4 under Magatsu, as well as the mountain of FAKs Axe had left behind, which surprisingly were filled with C4, explodes, knocking PFC and Alex off their feet. Bits and parts of Magatsu's body were flying all over the place. A part of the roof collapses in the explosion. Axe looks at his "apprentice".
"Don't just stand there, right by the door! RUN! We'll come back to wreck mayhem another day! And by that, I most likely mean tomorrow!"
Axe begins running in the direction of the Elbow Room Bar.
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