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Post by DT on Mar 26, 2007 9:29:09 GMT -5
DT froze for an instant, staring at the scalpel waving dangerously in front of his face. The womans surprise and aggression set off the images in The Walls. Faces flashed by his retinas, registering only for a minute, and words danced across his eyes, stringing together incomprehensible run-ons. He tried to ignore themm, as his hand went instictively for his axe - which he was no good at using - and he backed off. The woman appeared to be slavic in geneology, and spoke in broken english, with an accent which confirmed this.
The woman was not the most patient of people, and DT knew that unless he spoke soon, he might very well be stuck through with a knife, or simply ignored as she went about her business. He would have prefered the latter, but he wasn't betting on that happening. He spoke in a calm manner, befitting his masked appearance.
"I am a doctor. I am not sneaking anywhere, madam, and I am here simply to get the supplies necessary to me in order to aid others in another suburb. As for my unannounced presence, I was about to give the present company my salutations when you bumped into me and rudely waved a medical instrument in my face. Speaking of which, would you mind putting it down? It does nothing for the atmosphere."
The faces on The Walls were getting worse, reacting to the discomfort displayed by the woman. The jeering grins on those flashing images grew wider, and the words, each one standing alone for less than a millisecond, grew clearer, and seemed to spell out sentences proclaiming his untimely death.
He shook them off, giving an involuntary shudder. He refocused his attention on the woman, and her comapnions. The southern drawl belonged to a man whose face somehow seemed familiar to DT. He was sure he'd never before met the man, yet somewhere, he'd seen that face before. The other was some sort of scientist. Scientists were enigmas to DT. They could be the most intelligent individuals to grace the planet, yet remain so ignorant that they would not recognize impending disaster if it wore a nametag.
He had no time for them, however, and attempted to slide past the pushy eastern-european, trying to reach a promising supply room at the far end of the room.
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 26, 2007 10:33:38 GMT -5
"Excuse me," Dr. Droughns said to the man who was striding towards his lab, "That's a restricted area. There's important research going on in there." Droughns started to jog to intercept the man before he reached the door. "I don't mean to be rude, but there's some... uh... delicate experimentation going on in there. If you tell me what you need, I may be able to help you. But I must insist that you don't enter that lab."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 26, 2007 18:24:27 GMT -5
Lachryma watches impassively as the masked man pushes past her.
"Doctor looks for supplies...in NecroTech place? Well, is none of my business."
She uses her scalpel to cut her kiwi in half. She takes a tiny bite of it then she, with exquisite slowness, chews it.
"Mmm...must savor kiwi fruit..." she says in a low voice as she leaves the room.
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Post by DT on Mar 26, 2007 21:12:46 GMT -5
DT looked at the fussy scientist with some annoyance, and for the umpteenth time was greatful that his mask concealed all his emotions. He slowed to a halt as the man hurried in front of him, spluttering protests like a government beaurocrat.
Delicate experiments? Important research? In a scientific labratory during a zombie infestation? Perish the thought! DT wondered if the man was aware that in nearly every single secured Necrotech lab in the city, delicate experiments and important research was being carried out, most of it in direct opposition to the wishes of the Necrotech higher ups. DT was used to walking through small, steel-doored rooms, filled with metal cots and dental chairs, with scientists bent over the heavily restrained forms of struggling zombies. He'd even witnessed a 'subject' break free of its bonds and savage its captor. He was in no mood to be stopped by some self-important scientist who - an all likelyhood - believed himself to be on the verge of some great breakthrough, potentially solving the entire virus in one go. He'd met others like this before. They always ended up having to restart their experiments, trying to find where they'd made 'a wrong turn or mathematical error'.
He controlled his voice, and made sure no tremor of annoyance affected it. As a result, his voice came out in a mechanical monotone, which would probably spark more suspicion than if he had expressed anger.
"Sir, I understand your concern, as your experiments are undoubtedly most valuable to Life as we know it," - DT hoped that his sarcastic joke did not become too obvious - "but unless you have set loose a crowd of zombies beyond that portal, or perhaps are keeping anti-matter carefully neutralized at super-cooled temperatures, I feel perfectly capable of carefully walking through whatever lies inside and gathering the equipment I need without your help, though it is generous of you to offer it."
In retrospect, mused DT, perhaps he had layed it on a bit too thick for even a harried scientist not to notice. If worse came to worse, and their ignorance held him up, he might have to use his axe upon their foolish skulls after all, as regretable as that would be.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 26, 2007 22:33:34 GMT -5
Lachryma ignores the sounds behind her.
She strolls through the dark lobby and tosses the kiwi skin over her shoulder as she closes the main doors.
She stands in the bright Malton sunlight for a moment, then she grabs the chain of her pet zombie and starts dragging him towards the Elbow Room.
"Come along, Kalash. We have things to do, people to see, and rats to eat."
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 26, 2007 23:13:01 GMT -5
Huey watches the drama unfold between Dr. Droughns and the strange individual impassively but not uninterestedly. He backs up to lean against the wall next to the crate of kiwis, again picking one up and examining it.
Instead of tossing it up and down like the one he had just given the Russian, however, he sticks it in his coat pocket slowly, from which he pulls out his mobile phone at the same time.
After firing off a quick message, he sticks the phone back in his pocket and takes the kiwi out. He eyes it one more time, grinning as he does so.
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Post by Sarpek on Jun 20, 2007 15:23:45 GMT -5
Sarpek Bashed on the door, trying to Enter.. He could smell Humans, and had not eaten in a long time. Desperatley hungry, he continued to swing the piece of Pipe against the door, forgetting about the handle.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 3, 2008 19:32:48 GMT -5
Axe, Kevin, and Alex's head enter the now empty Moseley Building. Axe places Alex's head in a tank of liquid. The tank is marked, Full Body Revivification.
"Hey Kevin. Find the generator and flip it on. We can't revive our hostage here without power. We wouldn't want him to turn into a body-less zombie now, do we?"
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 4, 2008 20:21:07 GMT -5
Kevin flips the start. "Hang on a sec, I've got to check on soemthing." He runs out toward the elbow room.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 5, 2008 14:33:22 GMT -5
Axe hears something like a chopper taking off. He runs to the roof, pulls out his binocs and scans the skies. He spots the chopper.
"That's an interesting sight...If I had that, I could release that zombie virus outside of these walls...Killing PFC would have to wait...Bringing the apocalpyse upon the whole world is even funner!"
Axe grabs a grappling hook attached to a crossbow-like gun. He hooks the end of the rope to a parachute on his back. His pockets were filled with blue syringes.
"I wish I had a video camera...'cause this is gonna be one hell of a trick!"
Axe aims at one of the chopper's legs and fires. The grappling hook hooks the leg, and Axe is pulled off the building.
"I sure feel like Spiderman right about now..."
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