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Post by Lachryma on Mar 15, 2007 20:41:36 GMT -5
Lachryma uses her scalpel to slice a kiwi in half, then she starts happily eating it. Without warning she stops and glares at Priz.
"Either you had kiwis before, or you somehow get them on way to bar. I no see kiwis on way here, so you must be hogging kiwis. Is evil."
She starts crawling towards the hatch to the cellar while eating her kiwi.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 15, 2007 20:45:28 GMT -5
"It all depends where you look, Czarina." Priz says blandly. As if remembering something, he jumps behind the bar and puts as much booze as he can fit into his backpack. He mutters something about "lousy hospitals".
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 15, 2007 20:52:38 GMT -5
Lachryma dabs some old blood off her poncho while leaning up against the open hatch.
"Filthy dead ones, is annoying."
She looks around the bar, with the hard flashes of gunshots leaving dark spots in her vision.
"Okay, I rescue Ivan, get kiwis, deal is done, no? I can go get new patients now in miraculous hospital?"
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 15, 2007 20:55:35 GMT -5
"Well," Priz replies while putting a new clip into his carbine, "I'd like you to stick around just incase, but if your in a rush, then I won't stop you."
He leaps ontop of the bar and continues firing at the zeds.
"God knows why you'd want to go back there though."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 15, 2007 21:05:01 GMT -5
Lachryma rolls her eyes.
"Ooo, big, bad man with carbine needs little medic for back up."
She finishes her kiwi and puts the others away. She starts to paint her nails.
"Sooo...dead ones...yes, just shoot them, is simple....no danger, no stress, no flashbacks...."
She starts laughing to herself.
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 15, 2007 22:10:27 GMT -5
Ivan pulls out his DNA scanner and plucks a bit of skin off the nearest undead. The scanner goes to work sorting through stored DNA until it finds a match.
"Half these bastards have the rot!" Ivan said, slamming his fist against the floor. "I have had it with these damn zombies! Somebody show me to my brother. Until I can be sure of his safety, no one gets any medical treatment from me!"
Ivan stood up proudly, gripping his crowbar in his right hand while slapping it against the palm of his left. A stern and solid look came across his face, and what seldom light filled the bar turned his glasses into two white circles over his eyes.
"Now...where is he?"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 15, 2007 22:49:18 GMT -5
Lachryma points up the stairs.
"Waltz past undead machines who hunger for flesh, climb stairway to heaven, and give breath of life to brother."
She kicks away a zombie. It reaches for her again. She kicks it again. The commotion attracts other zombies.
She gets fed up and breaks its neck so that its mouth is over its shoulder. She breaks the dead thing's hands and playfully slaps it. She pulls the harmless zombie over and the other undead lose interest.
"I have new friend. I should chain him to me, to distract other dead ones."
She languidly starts sawing at its jaw with her scalpel.
"I call it....Kalashnikov."
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 15, 2007 23:02:14 GMT -5
Ivan headed for the stairs, burying the sharpened tip of his crowbar into the head of an unfortunate lost soul who had gotten in his path. He jumped as he reached the gap, easily reaching the other side, and rushed to the large room upstairs.
There, laying dead and seriously wounded on the floor, was his older brother, Tovarisch. The back of his head had been blown off, and a section of brain had spilled out onto the floor. Blood painted the wall behind him, leaving a stain reminiscent of a Picasso painting. Ivan fell to his knees next to his brother, and began to weep, praying to whatever God he could that it wasn't too late to revive him.
Following standard procedure, he injected the syringe into his brothers spine, and pumped the glistening serum into his system. He kept another syringe out, just in case the first one had failed, and began advanced first aid, mending any scrapes, gashes, or bites he could find, and bandaging up the hole in his brothers head, which at this point had begun reconstruction thanks to the mysterious science behind the Necrotech standard issue Revivification syringe.
"Come on you drunk bastard, live."
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 16, 2007 5:40:37 GMT -5
Vito looks at Priz. "Arent zombies attracted to sound?" He quickly grabs his bag and pulls out what looks to be a granade. "Everybody cover you ears and close your eyes." He throws the object out a window, it just so happens to be a flash bang granade. The zombies start to file out of the bar.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 16, 2007 7:32:55 GMT -5
A yell comes from outside.
"HELLLOOOO??!? I'm still up in this tree! Can anyone hear me??!? There's about 20 zeds surrounding this tree and I would really appreciate it if someone comes and lure these zeds away! I would use my pistol and kill all these zeds but I think I left my pistol back in that bar! Please hurry! My IPod's about out of power! Did I mention Murray's in this horde as well?!? I tried to revive him but my aim was off and the syringe I threw missed and hit a rotter!"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 16, 2007 21:27:32 GMT -5
Watching over Ivan's shoulder, Melody shakes her head at the yelling. "Threw a syringe. Geezus."
She walks over to the broken window, using the barrel of her gun to knock the few shards of glass from the wooden frame.
"DJ! The door is caded, you'll have to use the ladder! Just run for it, I'll haul you up if you can get a grip."
She glances down at the distracted horde. "Now might be a good time. before the undead squirrels find you in their tree..."
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 17, 2007 1:56:42 GMT -5
Ivan finished the first aid on his brother, and then stood up, still staring down at his motionless body. The serum seemed to be taking effect, but he was still unsure of whether or not he would make it.
"I need to get him to a hospital." Ivan said, turning to Melody. "Mind getting a few of your patrons to give me an escort?"
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 17, 2007 2:35:07 GMT -5
"I'll go if I'm needed Ivan" Priz states, overhearing the conversation, "But don't expect me to stick around that place for too long. I desperatly need a drink..."
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 17, 2007 2:54:54 GMT -5
Ivan reached into his brothers pack, pulling out a bottle of vodka, and tossed it to Priz.
"He won't mind. After all, you're helping to save his life. He owes you, and me, a few drinks." Ivan said. "Now, who here knows how to construct a good gurney?"
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 17, 2007 3:00:23 GMT -5
Priz looks around the room, and spotting a drink trolley in the corner, rolls it towards Ivan.
"I suppose we could drag him around on that. We'd have to stick to the streets though, and that's a tad risky. Is he too injured to stay here?"
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