Salvahkiin
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My Siren's name is Brick, and she is the prettiest.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Dec 10, 2013 2:54:03 GMT -5
Marcus showed Ethan to where he and Lilith were sleeping, the holding cells. There were only three, and they used one for various storage.
"Lilith and I can move into the one cell, take my cell."
Marcus began moving his sleeping bag and items into Lilith's cell.
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Post by Sabess on Dec 10, 2013 3:03:29 GMT -5
Ethan nodded.
"Alrighty then. Thanks."
He took a step into the cell, setting his bag down and examining his new "room".
"So, anybody else here besides you and your friend?"
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Post by unit894 on Dec 10, 2013 6:46:22 GMT -5
Danny wiped sweat from his brow as he walked. The 2 miles to Queen had taken a lot longer than he had thought. "Must be getting out of shape" He muttered under his breath.
He had been in Queen for about ten minutes, and was exploring the deserted town, poking through open shops and avoiding the walkers as best he could. He found an old bakery with half a dozen unspoiled loaves. He took one, chopped it in half and put one half in his bag, munching on the other as he walked. He made a mental note of the street road as he left the shop, in case he ever needed more supplies.
After a while he came across a police station, it was boarded up pretty good, but still looked deserted from the outside. "Police have guns, ammo, flashlights, riot gear...I should check this place out" Danny thought to himself. He walked up to the front door and listened at it. Nothing. Danny went round the back, a d tried the back door. Locked. He looked around carefully. No-one there. He knocked on the door as loudly as be dared and called out softly.
"Hello? Is anybody in there?"
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Post by Stelpher on Dec 11, 2013 2:59:59 GMT -5
Jason stopped running, he heard someone calling from behind him. He turned around but nearly doubled over, so he leaned on a street light for support.
"You okay? Heard a car crash just a minute ago."
"Yeah, just a little scratched up" He called back, despite the numerous cuts and bruises on his body. If he was really friendly to this guy and he decided to stay with Jason, then getting to the station would be much easier.
Jason limped a little closer to the man, still a bit skeptical,
"I didn't realize those things could drive, but i now know they can crash." Jason sat on the hood of a car, looking into his backpack for some bandages, and the painkillers. He fished out the container and popped a tablet into his mouth, then helped it go down with a sip from his canteen.
"I'm Jason, what's your name?"
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Post by Zenios on Dec 13, 2013 9:49:50 GMT -5
Corbin looked around briefly as the man spoke. It occurred to him then that he didn't know the guy; there was no way Corbin knew he didn't have friends in the buildings around them or something, waiting to steal his supplies and shoot him if he resisted. This could've been all a ruse, he supposed, but looking around also happened to be the best way to check for walkers even if his vision was focused more on the buildings than the streets. They were quiet, the undead, right up until they were about to eat you. They were oddly stealthy, for something that was only concerned with devouring flesh and brains, but he supposed the whole playing-dead thing really played into that.
Slinging his bow over one shoulder, Corbin slipped the arrow in his hand back into its quiver and reached for another stick of gum. His weapons were close enough at hand that he wasn't overly concerned with having a weapon ready at all times; he just had to be a little more cautious. "Call me Corbin," he replied, offering a gloved hand. "Pleasure's all mine."
Corbin paused briefly. "So where were you headed when you, uh, crashed? Isn't much around here besides those things and ruins." He wondered if, perhaps, Jason had been on his way to the same place he had been when he'd crashed - that police station that had been broadcasting for some time now.
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Salvahkiin
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Post by Salvahkiin on Dec 14, 2013 18:33:10 GMT -5
Marcus made sure the man knew where everything was, and then was about to climb the ladder to the roof when the back door started to get banged on.
"Damn Walkers."
He grabbed his knife, and unlocked the door, then pulled it open, and was about to stab the man there, but stopped when he noticed that he wasn't dead.
"Oh, sorry about the knife, thought it was a walker. I guess you heard the broadcast?"
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Post by Sabess on Dec 15, 2013 4:32:45 GMT -5
Ethan sat in his new "room", pondering his situation. He heard Marcus talking to someone, and followed the chatter, seeing a new survivor.
"Guess I'll be sharing a room now?"
He asked, sarcastically.
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Post by unit894 on Dec 16, 2013 5:09:07 GMT -5
Danny had his revolver halfway to the mans stomach when he suddenly stopped his attack. He quietly holstered it, and accepted a tour of the station. "Broadcast? Uh, no. No, can't say I've heard a radio make nothin' but cracklin' since this whole thing started. I just figured it would be a smart move to get the fuck out o' the city".
The tour ended at the holding cells, he was guided to one with a man already in it. "Guess I'll be sharing a room now?" Danny dumped his bag on the ground and sat on it. "Sure thing pal, just think of it as goin' to collage, except now veryone wants a peice o' ya".
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Post by Stelpher on Dec 16, 2013 6:18:58 GMT -5
Jason shook Corbin's hand, the man seemed to have some skill in combat, Jason respected that. He quickly assessed Corbin, himself and his surroundings.
"I was headed for that police station that's been on the radio, I'm looking for a friend of mine, and i hope he had the sense to go somewhere safe." Jason told Corbin, with enough truth for it to be believable.
He gave up the search for the bandages in his bag, deciding it wasn't worth the effort. He stood up and asked the man a question.
"So what about you, where are you headed?" Although he didn't really care for idle chit-chat, he knew it would help to gain the trust of his unlikely companion.
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Post by Zenios on Dec 16, 2013 14:07:04 GMT -5
Corbin gave Jason a bit of a smile, one that portrayed something of a 'well, imagine that'. "Same place, actually," he replied, halfway curious about what Jason was digging for. It could have been anything, but his bet probably would have been on some first aid supplies - maybe painkillers. None of his injuries looked too severe--at least not the ones Corbin could see--but that didn't mean he wasn't concussed or internally bleeding or any other fancy-schmancy medical complications that accompanied hitting a moving vehicle while yourself traveling at speed.
"You gonna be alright walking there, man? I, uh, don't have a car handy - not that I'd wanna drive it now that those things are on the road too." Corbin popped the stick gum into his mouth, started chewing, wondered just how long this piece would last before he had to grab a new one. He was just burning through them today, it seemed.
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Salvahkiin
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My Siren's name is Brick, and she is the prettiest.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Dec 19, 2013 2:57:29 GMT -5
Marcus showed him around, and went back to his station on the roof. He was greeted by Lilith, asking how it went.
"Two people, look good, put them in your cell, you're in with me now."
"Sounds good, I heard a car crash off in the distance. Could attract walkers, but shows a sign of human life."
Marcus looked down the scope, but couldn't see it.
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Post by Sabess on Dec 20, 2013 0:27:38 GMT -5
"Heh."
Ethan replied to the man, still with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He sat down on his bed, inspecting and cleaning his weapons.
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Post by unit894 on Dec 30, 2013 9:39:19 GMT -5
Danny pulled a packet of cigarettes out of a side pocket on his bag, and lit one. He puffed in silence for a while, then looked over to his new room-mate.
"Hey buddy, I didn't catch your name"
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 5, 2014 5:56:11 GMT -5
"Um, i probably have a minor concussion, but i think ill be fine if i can find some headache pills." Jason stretched then had a quick look around, making sure there were none of those 'things' around. It was dangerous to be standing here out in the open, and the sound of the crash could have attracted unwanted attention.
"Why don't we start moving then. We don't want to be here when the walkers come. And if we start now, we could get to the station within a day or two." Jason checked to make sure everything was secure in his bag. He saw his sniper rifle, and made note to think of an excuse for that while they walk.
Jason pulled out one of his remaining four cigarettes out of his bag. He didn't really like them, but they helped to ease the nerves. He glanced at Corbin for a moment, then held the packet out to him. He didn't want to be impolite, and in his state, couldn't risk it either.
"Want one?"
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Post by Zenios on Jan 7, 2014 13:34:14 GMT -5
"A day or two?" Corbin repeated. He had to wonder just how out-of-it Jason was if he assumed they were a day's travel from the edge of town, or if he was deliberately exaggerating. There was no real way to be sure, so he just assumed the concussion was worse than Jason was letting on. "Y'sure you didn't hit your head harder than you think? It's half an hour away from here at most. Just outside town, not far from where we are."
Corbin didn't much like standing in the open like this, but at least they were going to be on the move soon - and at least they were somewhere where he could see any walkers approaching. He found himself restlessly fidgeting a little bit, tightening the driving gloves on his hands and nervously checking his weapons, probably both as a result of nicotine withdrawal and standing out in the open. He checked the motions as Jason dug around in his pack, noted the man pull out some cigarettes and had to force himself not to snatch it out of the man's hand.
He forced himself to cool his jets and put smoking out of his mind as he responded with a bit of a tight smile. "Nah, I'm okay for now," Corbin replied; though he wasn't, to be truthful, he didn't want to be responsible for taking one of Jason's last few cigarettes. "Might take you up on that later, though." If, that was, he didn't find himself a few packs of smokes first.
"We'd better get going to that police station, though, right? No sense standin' around here any longer than we need to. You sure you're gonna be okay to walk a little ways, man?" Corbin asked, turning to face the outskirts of town. He thought he had an idea of which station had been broadcasting the message; it was just a matter of finding it.
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