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Post by Noah on Mar 14, 2009 15:09:40 GMT -5
Noah stops to rest a quarter of the way up the stairs.
"Well, Sarpek, this is the second time, that I know of, you've ended up starting a huge ass fire. You're not alowed to touch anything that causes sparks anymore."
Noah starts heaving on the barrel again.
"Will one of you ass-holes give me a hand!"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 14, 2009 16:19:25 GMT -5
The DJ throws another table on the flaming barricade. Then runs over to help Noah, but stops. The DJ spots his old skateboard in the corner. The DJ grabs the skateboard and rolls it over to Noah.
"That should make things a tad easier."
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Post by Noah on Mar 14, 2009 21:52:05 GMT -5
Once they reached the top of the stairs, Noah wheeled the barrel to a window directly above the 'cades. He took the hose wrapped around his shoulder off and screwed it onto the barrel.
"Help me get this thing up on the window sill. I'll use the water pressure to put out the 'cades and the zombies."
The two got it upside down after much heaving and Noah began spraying down the zeds. Their skin sizzled as the fires in their flesh were extinguished. The 'cades were black and scorched, but still usuable.
Noah dropped the 3/4 empty barrel back in the room above.
"Guess we'll leave this up here, could be useful later."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 14, 2009 22:28:46 GMT -5
"Now that those flaming zeds are out of the way...Anyone wanna spare me a weapon that does not set things on fire? I have a shit load of supplies to loot back with so little time..."
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Post by Sarpek on Mar 16, 2009 18:49:28 GMT -5
Sarpek gives the DJ a .44 Magnum Revolver. "Keep it safe."
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Post by Noah on Mar 16, 2009 19:17:21 GMT -5
Noah double checks that his new Glock .45 is loaded and slides it into the back of his belt. Adjusting his hoodie, the pistol is hidden from sight.
"So DJ, you're leading this show, I guess. I lost my notebook in the hospital so pretty much three years of work is gone. I can still shoot and I can still run so I guess I might as well join you in this shin-dig. Anyways, a pistol only gets you so far. I need to find a new rifle anyways."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 16, 2009 19:22:02 GMT -5
"It'll probably be easier if each of us took a part of the city to look for supplies."
The DJ takes out his map with the circled buildings around the city. He takes out another map and circle the exact same buildings on them.
"Alright...I think one of us should stay and keep the bar running...While two of us takes a half of the city each and gather our supplies. Of course, unless you're both interested in mixing your own tunes with my turntable over there, we could make this into a scavenger hunt..."
The DJ compiles a list of supplies. On the list are fire axe, spray can, pistol, shotgun, pistol clips, shotgun shells, FAKs, radios, cell phones, and some other stuff.
"Say, first one back with the supplies gets the honors? Of course, seeing that there's no quantity on these supplies, say extra points for the person who brings the most of that specific supply? I could keep those zombies away just fine with a little help from some Paris Hilton CDs and some crazy speaker hook-up some blocks away."
The DJ takes out a tatered laptop, and hacks into the city's traffic cameras.
"Don't even think of cheating. I'll be watching from the numerous cameras that are still running in this city. So how about it? You two wanna give it a shot?"
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Post by Noah on Mar 16, 2009 19:53:04 GMT -5
Noah is already assembling a new pack.
"I don't play games."
He tosses the finished pack over his shoulder. He starts up the stairs.
"Gimme a week and I'll have most of your stuff. I'll even get yoy some good CDs."
Noah heads up the stairs and over the roofs heading east. He remembers seeing a mall that way a few months before he came to the Elbow Room. Hopefully his contacts there were still alive. If not this wasn't going to be as easy as it used to be.
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Post by Sarpek on Mar 17, 2009 14:07:17 GMT -5
"I have my sources. There's a warehouse a few blocks away that has my old cache. The roof bridges still exist. I'll make a cable system to bring some stuff over." Sarpek goes up onto the roof, and there is a rattling clang as the drawbridges are released, followed by a quieter clang as he walks across them.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 18, 2009 16:36:14 GMT -5
The DJ watches Noah and Sarpek leave the bar. He takes a radio out.
"Well, Sarpek, Noah. Seems like you both have decided to help me gather my missing supplies. How about the first person who brings those supplies here the quickest gets 10% of whatever they found?"
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Post by Noah on Mar 18, 2009 19:24:26 GMT -5
Noah unclips his radio from his belt.
"You mean I can keep part of what I found? How generous of you."
His voice is thick with sarcasm.
He can see the mall in the distance through his binocs. The place stood like a beacon to humanity, glowing against the backdrop of the ruined city.
To himself he mutters "Well, I'll never get there if I sit here all day." He starts across the rooftops towards the glow in the distance.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 18, 2009 20:02:54 GMT -5
The DJ could sense the sarcasm in Noah's voice.
"Guess no one really cares..."
The DJ grabs his map, a Paris Hilton CD, and the pistol Sarpek has given him. The DJ exits from the roof, running 5 blocks to an abandoned office building. The DJ sets up the Paris Hilton music.
"That should keep the bar clean..."
The DJ leaves the building and runs in the direction of Fort Creedy.
"Always have to do everything yourself, huh?"
The DJ leaps off a roof, and crashes through the window of a fire department. The DJ looks around and finds two axes in the closet. He grabs the axes and straps them on his back. He then leaves from the roof yet again, continuing his trek to Creedy.
The DJ, Noah, and Sarpek have all gone their separate ways, all for the sake of finding useful supplies.
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Post by Sarpek on Mar 19, 2009 18:28:05 GMT -5
From the nearby warehouse, there is a hum, and the squeak of rusty cables as a makeshift cable car swings across between buildings. Clinging to the cable mount, Sarpek and his load of supplies traverse the gap, the buick engine mounted in the warehouse rumbling. He pulls a lever that brakes the car, and steps out, unloading the supplies.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 20, 2009 20:40:10 GMT -5
Meanwhile, at Fort Creedy...
Multiple shots are heard. The DJ turns his new shotgun on a small band of survivors.
"Damn you freakin' Axe Deo PKers! If it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna hunt down every single one of you!"
The DJ empties his last shell on a PKer. He straps the shotgun to his back. The DJ turns and run. The remaining PKers are emptying their bullets on him.
"Shit...Can't believe I'm out...Come on man...this is a freakin' military base. There's always some good firearms loaded around here..."
The DJ spots another shotgun on the ground. He dives for it and grabs it, and checks the barrel for any rounds.
"OK. Another shotgun with one shot..."
The DJ spots a group of PKers by a barrel of oil. The DJ aims and fires, hitting the barrel. The barrel explodes, and multiple PKers are blown unconsious.
"That should be the last of them..."
The DJ searches Fort Creedy for more useful supplies. He takes an entire box of everything, and loads it on a tatered Jeep. The DJ hotwires the Jeep and drives it off the lot.
"Next stop, back to the bar..."
Someone on a motorcycle rides out in the open a few yards away as the Jeep passed by. The biker stays behind the DJ, following from afar.
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Post by Argo on Apr 9, 2009 20:47:50 GMT -5
[Must... revive... Elbow Room!]
A lone zombie lurches toward a lit club. The smell of a cold brew draw it closer until the aroma drives it into a hypnotizing stupor just outside a window. It stares longingly through the window and hopes for a revive.
"Harmanz? Brz!" escapes the rotten lips of the zed. He still remembers his name. Argo. As fine a boat as the good ship Diversity.
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