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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 16, 2008 21:49:22 GMT -5
After the explosion, PFC was thrown down into the basement. He awoke in complete darkness. "Shit..." He goes upstairs to burning body parts, people knocked all over the place, and Alex crawling across the floor with no general direction obviously still in shock.
PFC walks over and picks him up. He removes a towel from his bag and wipes off the dust. Then, he shoves his gun into Alex's face. "Gimme a few bottles of scotch, a couple slices of bread and some cheese. Psycho motherfuckers aren't killing me in this dump. I'll leave you the supplies and a directory to patch the rest of the Coma Crew up, but I'm not dying here."
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Post by albub on Aug 17, 2008 0:39:17 GMT -5
"A few? Man, I've got this one, it's mostly full... take it. There's a club a few blocks from here. Get the gun out of my face, I'm not about to hurt you. Go kill those motherfuckers. As for food, take this jerky, it's all I've got left besides the shit they have packed up here, but that's hardly nutritious."
Alex goes to his bag and digs out his bottle of scotch and his bag of jerky, then tosses them to PFC.
"You've got to stop with the hostility. If you're gonna die, you're gonna die. Why not make some friends along the way."
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 17, 2008 1:22:33 GMT -5
"I would fix your friends if i were you. Sorry about the gun. Take this." PFC hands him a radio. "Let me know if you need me. I'm gonna take up a sniper position somewhere on these buildings. I'll try to lead people over this way." PFC looks at all the body parts. "Strange, but i think he'll come back to life. People have a strange way of never dying in Malton don't they?"
PFC leaves the Cinema. He treks about a block down the street, and finds a suitable sniping spot. He puts on a ghillie suit with concrete and stones all throughout the threading. He pulls out a claymore and puts it at the single door leading through to the roof. Then, he sets up his bipod for his M40 sniper rifle. "Always, I find a cure for boredom..." He pulls out a piece of jerky and takes a bite."Fucking stale....whatever."
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Post by albub on Aug 17, 2008 11:33:47 GMT -5
((I think this thread's effectively done... I'll see if I can't bring closure to the story with my last post, though it'd be nice if Father Romero would make the last post.))
Alex set about the cinema looking for any valuable supplies. The barricades had been ripped apart in the explosion and the vending machine had spewed its few remaining contents across the floor once again. He grabbed a few bottles of water and poured them into his canteen. He figured they were clean so he saved one of his precious few chlorine tablets. He threw several snickers bars into his backpack, as well as a bag of nibs, but skipped over the rest of the junk food.
"I don't know what the hell he was talking about, 'People have a strange way of not dying,' but at least the Asian's death will help me survive. As for the coma brigade, let's hope the zombies mistake them for corpses. I sure would. Alex you crazy motherfucker, stop talking to yourself."
He had to get out of the building before every zombie for miles around showed up... The boom had been significant, and would definitely garner some unwanted attention. He grabbed pieces of Magatsu's body and stuffed them into several empty drink bottles. He'd have time to boil them later. He wished he had time to jerky some bits too, but the zombies were coming and he was in a rush.
After packing his scotch glass in silk cloth and bubble wrap, and ensuring he had all of his effects he headed for the stairway. There was new rubble, and the collapsed roof really complicated the route, but he had a rough idea of where to go.
Many of the showing room doors had been broken or blown open in the blast, but Alex paid little notice to this as he hurried down the hallway.
"Graaagh!"
"Jesus left-handed christ!"
A zombie burst through one of the busted doors, nearly grabbing hold of Alex, and cutting off his route. He drew his pistol and started to back away, trying to calm down and shoot for the head. His dum-dums would destroy the all of the brain if he could make a decent shot, which is why he preferred them over the military FMJ rounds that were most commonly found in Malton.
He tripped over a piece of rubble, and landed on his back, disoriented. The zombie lurched forward towards him, and rather than take his time he panicked, firing wildly at it. Three of the shots did little more than put big holes in the zombie's chest. Two of them missed altogether. One hit the zombie in the neck and snapped it's spine, making it collapse on the floor inches from his feet, which he promtly drew in underneath him.
"Fucking cement fucking tripping me. Fucking c4 blowing up the fucking building. Fucking zombie wasting my fucking bullets. God fucking damnit all. Fuck."
He had only 6 more bullets, and only 3 of them were dum-dums, and he silently berated himself for panicking.
He rose, and spat on the zombie before stepping over it's still growling head. Then, he turned. He went back to the piece of concrete he had tripped on and picked it up over his head. He threw it down on the zombie's skull, crushing it and squishing grey matter out from underneath the concrete.
He continued on to the roof and scanned around, looking for somewhere to go. Evening was falling, and he had the whole city of Malton to explore. But first, he had to find somewhere to boil his bottled Magatsu, and then he could focus on revenge.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 17, 2008 17:16:51 GMT -5
A barrage of smoke grenades are thrown through the windows. Smoke covers the entire sceen for at least 15 minutes. During that 15 minutes, a bunch of shots are fired. When the smoke cleared, Alex has been shot in the legs twice and 5 times in the back. PFC was shot in the head. A note is is on the ground. That note reads, "Axe Hack was here."
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Post by albub on Aug 17, 2008 20:07:23 GMT -5
((The continuity actually ends with reply #123, but I'll play your reindeer games, you handsome stallion))
Alex lays on the ground in agony. Eyes in agony, legs in agony, torso in agony. He coughs blood on his linen jacket to his horror, his rationality not reminding him the blood and bullet holes in the back would also ruin it. He reaches around and opens his backpack, and begins sorting through its contents. He begins to weep when he feels the shards of crystal. The pain of losing his scotch glass steels him against the agony in his body, and overshadows the fact that the contents of his backpack prevented 3 of the bullets from hitting him. Hearing the shuffling feet of a zombie, he draws his gun and cocks the hammer. He doesn't know the number of zombies coming for him, but he has 6 bullets with which he can persuade them that he isn't the best of meals. No, I've got 5 bullets for the zombies, he thinks grimly.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 18, 2008 12:17:23 GMT -5
((It never said you left the building. It only says you were on the roof.))
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Post by albub on Aug 20, 2008 12:07:06 GMT -5
Alex hears the zombies milling about, but they are unable to reach him on the roof. He takes his own first aid kit out of his pack, and opens it. Gritting his teeth and biting his rolled up silk cloth, he removes the bullets from his leg and swabs the wounds with iodine. Thankfully, no major arteries were hit, nor were the bones. He is unable to reach the bullets lodged in his back, and prays the wounds won't get infected. Then, repacking his kit, he nods off to sleep under a piece of broken billboard.
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Aug 21, 2008 19:55:27 GMT -5
((Soo... what the hell do I do now? ))
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 21, 2008 20:02:30 GMT -5
((you could be a zombie. limbs came back together sniper spot is the continuation for this btw.))
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 21, 2008 22:00:28 GMT -5
((Soo... what the hell do I do now? )) ((Remember in the Elbow Room, you were a headless zombie once? You can do that again.))
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Aug 22, 2008 12:09:34 GMT -5
((I was?! Wow, I don't even remember that... Alright, so I'll be a sentient soup for a while then.))
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Post by albub on Aug 22, 2008 19:24:37 GMT -5
((I thought that realism was #1 in this thread, I guess you're dead in this continuity...))
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Aug 25, 2008 11:07:56 GMT -5
((So did I. And then I got blown into a paste. Things never go my way around here it seems... I blame Axe, he likes to kill people whiteout asking them first, which isn't exactly against the rules or anything, but makes thing a bit complicated. And it's damned rude too! Manners! ))
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 25, 2008 12:42:14 GMT -5
((Sorry. I just added Axe Hack to provide a more...dramatic experience, being a PKer and all.))
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