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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Nov 11, 2008 15:16:28 GMT -5
((KEEP THIS THREAD AS REALISTIC TO THE GAME AS POSSIBLE! THAT MEANS NO NECROTECH!))
A man in a police uniform walks down a barren street. He holds a bar of chocolate in his hands. Smoke can be seen from Monroeville Mall, which is approximately 15 blocks away from the man's location. The man enters the nearest Police Station, Mottier Plaza. A small group of people are hiding out in the PD.
"Anyone know where I can get more chocolate?"
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Post by danielholland on Nov 11, 2008 18:52:18 GMT -5
Corporal Holland looks up from the arm he was bandaging to glare at the newcomer. "Depends on if you can tell me where I can find more ammo or medical supplies. In case you haven't noticed, we're kinda in deep in here." He looks back to the arm and the rather nasty chunk missing from it, grumbling something about priorities.
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Post by albub on Nov 12, 2008 15:28:51 GMT -5
A man in thick, scruffy clothing looks at the police officer. He speaks with a thick New Jersey accent.
"Hey pal, I got all the chocolate in the world if you got some goddamn cigarettes."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Nov 12, 2008 18:12:16 GMT -5
The cop takes out a pack of cigarettes and hands them to the New Jersey man. The cop offers the man a handshake.
"Name's Park. Hershey Park."
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Post by albub on Nov 14, 2008 14:50:45 GMT -5
The man rummages through his bag and pulls out a handful of chocolate bars, handing them to the cop.
"Nice doing business with ya. The name's Mitch Mitchell, no kiddin'. My parents had a screwed sense of humour. According to them I was conceived after a Hendrix show."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Nov 14, 2008 16:56:01 GMT -5
Hershey walks over to the corporal and hands him a pistol.
"Here's my spare pistol. And there's a hospital a few blocks away that's still working. That'll cost you a Hershey bar, now."
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Post by albub on Nov 15, 2008 11:31:08 GMT -5
"Jesus pal, you freakin' love your chocolate, dontcha? Did you find some way for it to help bust you outta the goddamn city or what?"
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Post by danielholland on Nov 15, 2008 12:14:18 GMT -5
Daniel looks at the cop before accepting the pistol and handing over a bar. "How the Hell did you know I had chocolate? Ah doesn't matter. And there's no getting out of this city. The military's got it surrounded, and they're likely to call in a napalm run on anything that tries to leave. We're stuck here. Toss me that bandage?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Nov 17, 2008 17:12:21 GMT -5
Hershey looks at the bandage on the floor.
"That's not gonna do you too good. Hang on. My ex-squad car's still parked outside. Doesn't work, though. But I have enough items in the trunk to survive at least a month."
The cop runs outside, then returns carrying a big bag of supplies. The cop dumps the supplies out on the floor, revealing food, water, weapons, FAKs, and a hell of a lot of chocolate bars. The cop tosses a brand new FAK at the corporal.
"Help yourself. There's more supplies like these, except for the chocolate, in the trunks of other squad cars. Either open it with the key, if you can find it, or use a crowbar. Luckily, there's a bunch of car keys hanging just outside the locker room doors."
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Post by danielholland on Nov 18, 2008 11:03:02 GMT -5
"Thank you much. This guy's stable, and I don't think the zombie that bit him was yet contagious, so he'll be alright if he can just stay still for about a day. We need to start seeing about getting this floor barricaded up. I doubt the doors will last very long. Anyone here much of a carpenter? There's some tools in this guy's bag, but he's not gonna be much use for a while."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Nov 18, 2008 17:32:37 GMT -5
Another man walks in, dressed in a white tee-shirt and dark blue jeans carrying a large red tool box.
"Sorry for barging in here, but anyone's got any food? I'm starving...Opps. Sorry. Where are my manners? I'm Penn Station, licensed train mechanic. But those mechanic skills of mine won't be much use since there's no running trains breaking down anywhere..."
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Post by Sarpek on Nov 18, 2008 17:43:16 GMT -5
There is a thump from the roof, and a man walks down the stairs. He is slung with ammo belts, a crowbar and a bolt action rifle slung on his back. "Zombies... SO many Zombies..."
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Post by albub on Nov 18, 2008 18:00:25 GMT -5
"How freakin' observant of you. If you'd like to perhaps shoot some of the zombies I gotta buncha bullets in my bag. I dunno if they're the right size for that gun, but you can try 'em at least, right?"
Mitch digs through his bag and pulls out a box of rifle cartridges and tosses it to the man.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Nov 18, 2008 18:01:16 GMT -5
The cop looks at the mechanic.
"Hey you! Mechanic! Penn Station, was it? You've got the skills to build a barricade! Start building!"
Penn looks at Hershey with a confused look.
"Huh?"
"The tools, Penn! The tools! Use whatever you got and start building something in front of the door!"
Penn looks at the tool box.
"I would if I could grab a bite to eat...I'm too hungry to work..."
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Post by danielholland on Nov 18, 2008 18:30:17 GMT -5
Daniel tosses the entire bag at the Mechanic, aiming for the groin. "There's some protien bars in there. Not exactly tasty, but better than nothin'. Now please get something a little stronger than the plexiglass doors up between us and those things?
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