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Post by Crispin Hawthorne on Sept 16, 2013 7:31:20 GMT
L E T T H E R A I N W A S H A W A Y A L L T H E P A I N O F Y E S T E R D A Y T E L L T H E W O R L D T H A T I M C O M I N G H O M E
DeeAy peered through the peek hole of the front door. There were a few Stragglers here and there, but nothing he or the group couldn't handle. He let out a sigh and gripped his hand tightly around the doorknob. "Guys, I'll clear the way, meet me in five." He twisted the knob and swung the door open. A few of the Stragglers turned slowly to face the front porch. DeeAy walked down the two steps into the yard, watching the undead shuffle towards him. He took the knife from his boot and dug it into the first one's head. It fell to the ground, blade dug too deep. DeeAy placed his foot on its face and barely managed to get the knife out before the second lunged for him. He swung around, stabbing the second in the temple. The sound of the blade piercing the skin and bone was now too familiar.
The neighborhood was slowly but surely getting more clear everyday, but when they think it's safe, more show up. Today's mission is to find a way to build walls around the city and kill the infected inside. A new society is the first step in rebuilding the nation they once had. If they deconstructed parts of houses then it would act as a foundation for the security. Metal, on the other hand which will act as the main structure of the walls, will be the hardest to scavenge. Early in the outbreak, bandits tore most of Jersey apart, leaving the rest of the survivors with barely any supplies or materials to survive.
As the final Straggler fell to the ground, DeeAy turned to face the house. The threshold was still empty. He sat back onto one of the trees and let himself fall to the ground. He wiped some sweat that started to bead along his brow and took a deep breath in. "Hey guys! Gear up and lets go!"
notes ?! first post in a while, so be easy on me. words ?! 322 tagg ?! the ferals credit ?! REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ Caution 2.0
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Fallon Hughes
SURVIVOR
Posts: 4
Age: 21
Weapons: Colt M1911 pistol, .90mm handgun, and two reaper knives.
Supplies: One Backpack:
- A bottle of water.
- One outfit of clothing.
- Pair of Nike running shoes.
- Colt M1911 pistol.
- .90mm handgun.
- Two reaper knives.
- Three cans of food.
- Dual gun strap.
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Post by Fallon Hughes on Sept 16, 2013 18:21:00 GMT
The sights were becoming more known to Fallon, the emptiness of their surroundings being too quiet. Only for some limp people to stagger their way over and attack. She was thankful for the group who took her in called the Ferals, being a survivor, she had no experience with much until she was taught how to shoot her guns. They were strapped to her dual gun strap, ready for anything to pop out at them. However, once she heard DeeAy was going to make a clear she stayed with the group to only meet him on the other side.
Coming from the safe house in New Jersey, Fallon's known the group for a while teaching her more and more to stay a survivor. Practicing by herself with the two reaper knives she held in her backpack, using them several times on a couple of them. She thought back to when she first use them, she was nervous, but once she pierced them with it.. It became easier, hearing a straggler on the other side of her getting her gun ready. Once Fallon noticed they were a flesh eater, she aimed her pistol and shot towards their chest, hitting it steer and clear. They hit the ground, and she aimed for the face, just to make sure there was one less alive.
After the straggler was mangled on the ground, she heard DeeAys voice around back. Fallon followed it, picking up her pace and putting her gun back into her dual strap. Her eyes wandering her surrounding, mostly empty with plenty of blood covering the ground, they landed on DeeAy, waving her hand up to notify him that they were coming. "All geared up and ready to go."
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Post by Dante Pelham on Sept 17, 2013 5:43:14 GMT
Dante hated that every day was the same now; try to stay awake so you didn’t die. The problem with that is that Dante didn’t only have to protect himself but his sister, Alexa as well. He remembers that once the bigger part of the apocalypse was done there was an eerie silence that would have anyone questioning their safety and his biggest fear at first was that he couldn’t protect his sister. He’s grateful that the Ferals took him and his sister in that meant he wasn’t alone. However with this group, the Ferals, came DeeAy, Dante’s boyfriend.
DeeAy was the leader which is what attracted Dante to him when they met at a supply run. But every time he yelled he was going to clear the area it still made his stomach churn; just like it was now. He obeyed orders of course dropping his hands to his side to make sure he could grab at his weapons if need be. Just like Dante figured he was pulling out a machete and stabbing it deep into the stragglers head; a trick he learned from DeeAy.
Once the straggler was on the ground he looked around to make sure it was good just as DeeAy called out for them. He placed his machete back and headed around the back towards DeeAy. He noticed Fallon a few feet ahead of him so he jogged to catch up. “I’m geared up and ready whenever you are babe.” Dante announced with a wink.
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Post by Crispin Hawthorne on Sept 20, 2013 7:05:37 GMT
DeeAy watched as Fallon and Dante filed in. He smiled at his lover's wink and nodded at Fallon. Gripping the tree, he found his way back onto his feet. He swung his backpack over from his shoulder and unzipped the pocket. Rummaging through, he felt the hard plastic of the two way radio and pulled it out. "I'm going to run this inside real quick. Seems like it's only us today." DeeAy smiled again, kissing Dante on the cheek and squeezed Fallon's shoulder.
Inside, the rooms were empty. Where the hell is everyone... He sighed and placed the radio on the table. HEY. MIKE. ALEXA. WHOEVER. I'M LEAVING THE RADIO ON THE KITCHEN TABLE. CALL IN IF ANYTHING. DeeAy walked back outside, closing the front door behind him. Small groans started echoing through the streets. The shots from Fallon's pistol was like an alarm for these things. Any loud noises attracted them from miles around, directing them to the general area. If they didn't get out of here now, they will most likely get killed.
" Fallon, hunny, next time...save the ammo." He gave his best encouraging smile, wishing he could hug her, but realizing now wasn't the time. "Good shot though." Giving a wink, he patted both their backs and gestured towards the street. "We need to lead them away from the house if we want to come back from this run with a place to sleep tonight." He zipped his backpack up again and placed it back on his back. "Watch my six.." He readied his pistol, making sure the safety was off and there was one in the chamber. He turned down the walkway, onto the side walk, aiming his gun in the air. Here goes nothing...
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Post by Michael Thomas on Sept 23, 2013 22:12:26 GMT
As Michael laid in his bed asleep, it was another one of those nights. The dream, the memory, the one thing that tore his heart from his chest. His sleep was interrupted by shots being fired. Michael quickly jumped up, hand reaching for the assault rifle laying against the wall next to his bed. When all of a sudden he heard a voice shout through the house. It was Deeay, and he wasn't calling for help?! he must be handling things fine. Michael slumped into bed and the thought of the dream really sank in. He made his way to the bathroom down the hall. He looked in the rooms as he walked down the hallway to see who was gone. as he opened the first three doors there was no one. "Are fucking kidding me? Great im alone...." as he opened the last door and peered in he saw Alexa asleep." welp at least I'm not completely alone." he muttered.
He walked into the bathroom and slumped over the sink. As Michael looks up into the mirror he feels that ache. He's staring at the man who didn't do enough. The man who watched his family turn in front of his eyes. His world turns black for a moment as he jams his fist through the mirror. A tear falls as his hand drips blood from his freshened wounds. He grabs on to the necklace of his and his wife's rings and clenches it. Michael rips apart of the shower curtain and bandages his hand.
He turns to Alexa's room and opens the door. "Wake up we need to keep watch get dressed and meet me on the second floor. you know the drill. im going down stairs to get my gun and the radio." "The Dream"
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