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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 4, 2007 0:31:57 GMT -5
Priz throws her a look that says 'Now that's a real woman', and quickly produces another bottle, which he passes around the table.
"So what's your story?" he asks their new dining companion.
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 4, 2007 0:32:15 GMT -5
Waste of good vodka, Specialist thinks to himself as he recalls Lachryma's Russian background, smells the burning, and remembers something he had learned during his field improvisation training back before the Outbreak.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 4, 2007 0:39:35 GMT -5
Lachryma ignores Specialist's quick glare.
She also ignores Priz's offer of another drink.
"Story? I come to Malton place as tourist. Then dead walk, government notices I is medic, and I is airdropped in. Is usual story."
She starts looking at her nails in apparent boredom.
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 4, 2007 0:43:58 GMT -5
Specialist suddenly stands and picks up his bag as if remembering something important.
"Excuse me," he says, heading up the same stairway that Lachryma had just returned from. A few seconds later there is a clatter of footsteps on the roof crossing from one end of the building to the other, then silence again.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 4, 2007 0:46:44 GMT -5
Lachryma watches Specialist leave, then gives Priz a confused look.
"Did he leave stove on?" she asks with genuine concern.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 4, 2007 0:47:01 GMT -5
"As usual as anything in this city can get I guess." Priz says cynically. He glances around the room, and his attention is caught by an old jukebox in the corner. He gets up, inspects it a bit, then digs through his pockets. He manages to find a quarter, and soon the bar is filled with an old Jerry Lee Lewis song.
"Do they allow dancing in the Motherland?" he asks Lachryma.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 4, 2007 0:52:29 GMT -5
Lachryma gives Priz a cold glare.
"Not during zombie apocalypse they don't."
She walks over the barricades.
"Stupid moaning. Day and night, always moaning. Not even fire from above shuts up dead ones."
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 4, 2007 0:58:17 GMT -5
Priz sighs with resignation, and stands next to the Czarina.
"Well, maybe I'll ask again when this thing is over." He says, with an odd tone in his voice.
He looks through the cracks in a barricaded window at the undead standing outside. Some look pretty badly burnt, and he cringes a little at the sight of some of the more... unpleasantly mutliated ones. He turns to Lachryma.
"Is lighting them on fire really a good idea? It wouldn't be pretty for us if this building caught fire."
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 4, 2007 1:27:35 GMT -5
There is a sudden thud on the roof, followed by another clatter of footsteps. Specialist appears, rushing down the stairs, his fingers wrapped tightly around his shotgun. His backpack seems to bulge a little less, and there are a couple of new stains on his uniform--most from sweat, but one or two look like blood...
"There was a break-in at the nearby hospital," he says for the benefit of the whole bar as he takes his seat. "Most of the people inside were asleep, but someone was awake and managed to get a message out to me and a few other locals. The building's clear and secure again, but a few of the defenders could use some medical attention." A few of the patrons rise and head up the stairs, and again the clatter of feet is heard on the rooftop.
He returns to his usual seat, sets down his backpack, and pulls out his cellphone to check it. "Great, battery's almost dead." He turns it off, removes the old battery, digs through his pack to find a spare, and inserts it. "Only two left; I'll have to restock soon. And just when I've run out of first-aid kits, too..." He puts away the phone, takes his seat again, and picks up his glass, only to find it empty.
"This has been quite some day..." he mutters to himself as he goes up to the bar and hands the barkeeper the empty glass, then returns to his seat.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 4, 2007 1:38:31 GMT -5
After getting no answer, Priz leaves the Czarina to her thoughts and joins Specialist at his table. She's about what you'd expect for a girl who's name means "tears"
"I know the feeling" he says with a tired smile. "Is this place safe to spend the night in? I hope to drink till I pass out..."
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 4, 2007 1:46:45 GMT -5
"It's been pretty safe so far--there's been no actual breakins for a while, but the zeds just seem to loiter around this place without really doing anything. No one's really sure what's going on--everywhere else they seem to try to tear the 'cades down like a demolition crew, but for some reason they seem to avoid this place.
"Of course, they'll still tear you apart if you step outside and give them half a chance to, but as long as you're in here... Well, they haven't tried anything since a couple of months ago, back during the holidays."
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 4, 2007 1:49:03 GMT -5
"Sounds like a story." Priz says, motioning for the barkeep to refill their glasses. "Is it worth tellling?"
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 4, 2007 9:56:46 GMT -5
"It is if you like stories with unhappy endings and no moral, but it's a bit entertaining, so I'll tell it anyway. It was right after the big Christmas party--about half of this place was hung over, and most of the other half was asleep. A few guys like me who had had only one or two drinks had decided to stay up and keep watch, but I suppose we had gotten a little lax after a while with no breakins.
"Suddenly this huge horde of zeds breaks through the door, steamrolls over the 'cades and keeps going. Within about a minute the place was packed tighter than a mosh pit; you'd drop one zed and six more would take his place. Anyway, it got a little messy the way these things tend to, and afterward the few bastards lucky enough to get outta Dodge spent weeks tracking the rest of us down and stickin' us with needles.
"I was one of the unlucky ones that night. I brought three of 'em down before they finally got me, though, so I reckon I did pretty well in that fight.
"The funniest thing was that afterward, when everyone had gotten the place cleaned up and the 'cades back in place, ol' Barkeep discovered that all of his banana daquiris had gone missing while the rest of the stuff was untouched. There hasn't been a banana daquiri in this place since, due mostly to what you could call 'supply problems'--after all, where are you gonna find a banana tree in Malton?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 4, 2007 11:26:56 GMT -5
"I found a banana tree in the mall to the North."
Surprised, everyone turns towards the person who said it. It is DJ Spinbad.
"Sorry. Did I scare you folks? Didn't mean to. Anyway, here's a bushel of bananas I picked from that tree."
He tosses the bananas to Specialist.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 4, 2007 12:57:52 GMT -5
Lachryma finally wakes up from her spot leaning against the 'cades.
"Wha? Hospital? Injured?"
She practically runs for the stairs, shouting out, "I want banana smoothie when I return!"
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