Realistic or Modern Remnants of Man [Zombie Apocalypse Rp]

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RICHIE NICOLETTI
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Richie leaned over and let out gasps of air. He took every moment as a blessing since the guy had slammed the chair onto the door. He looked over to Maddison and then around at the scattered supplies. He fell onto his ass with an “ooft” and remained there for a moment. The sound of hands pattering against the door echoed around like there was a thunderstorm outside the door, each thunderous clap another crescendo of deathly groans.


This room was small. There was no way out but the door and the boxes filled with supplies would be tough to carry out without some form of assistance—nobody could get out unbitten.


“There’s a lot of supplies here. We’re not gonna get out of here with that many dead people in the way. One of us can either lead them away or we stand and fight.”


@Haus Of Alaska


@Eternal-Weekend


@Reaper 1-1

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Maddison Clarke



"That's why we're going down the fire escape," Maddison stated to Richie, gesturing to the broken window she had shattered moments earlier. Maddison's arm throbbed in pain, but she tried no to notice as she packed the supplies. She loaded up all the ammo first, following by a couple handguns and a rifle. All fit perfectly into the duffel bag. The rest of the space was filled with food and drinks that had been stored before she zipped that duffel shut. Maddison tested its weight realizing it was far to heavy for her injured form to manage. Right as she was about to give it to Jackson, she heard two honks outside the window. Maddison peaked out, her blood from her injured arm dripping to the floor and staining the carpet. She would fix it once she got back to the garage. Down below, a truck sat, running and ready for a getaway. "Well, since I assume zombies can't drive cars, someone wants to be our getaway driver. Jackson, can you grab the duffel and go load it up? Someone grab the trash bag, I'll grab the trash can, and the last person get whatever you can carry. Kira is right, that door isn't going to last much longer, we need to move now." Maddison picked up the trash can full of food and supplies before stepping out the broken window on to the fire escape. She ascended down it quickly, placing the trash can into the back of the pick up once she landed on solid ground. Once that had been done, Maddison pulled open the passenger side down, assessing the man behind it. "Are you our getaway driver?"


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[Raku]

Jackson "Mac" MacMilllan
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Jackson had extended his hand to grab the bag Maddison was handing to him. They both seemed to stop when they heard a horn from outside the window.  He replied to Maddison's request with a nod and lifted the bag. He made an audible grunt as he lifted up over his shoulder and onto his back, crushing some of the things in his own bag. He made his way out the window and down the fire escape. He walked up to the back of the truck and put the bag in the bed. Jackson moved over to the passenger window and looked at the man behind the wheel. Someone he hasn't seen before but his eyes drew to his gun. "Fucking A that's a nice gun. What is it? SCAR, ACR, some other tactical shit? Cause that is definitely not like the shit I had to use." he said to him. When he was younger he was fanatic about the military. Looking at the firearms they used and all the other good stuff. All he had dealt with in the past were AK-47s and other crude shit.
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@Mr Kraz
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@Eternal-Weekend
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@ziggy455
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@Haus Of Alaska
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[CabalAnomicPotato]

It took a long time for Donnee to load everything, fitting what he could in his bag and dumping each load, carrying the crates of ammo by hand, but as he put the last crate into the back of the car, he took a moment to take inventory. "5 Ak's, 10 rounds each, 5 shotguns, a whole crate of shells, a couple of handguns (ranging from pp's to even a colt or two, he thought), ammo crate with clips for said guns (followed by a couple of shells), 2 mp5's, a couple of clips mixed in with the other ammo, and a SCAR...all in the days work" he said to himself, as he had already picked 10 extra rounds for his beretta, plus one of the AK's (one clip loaded in the gun, the others in his bag). As he started the car, he noted the few crazies he spotted on the street, or anywhere around, "best hope their not heading where I'm heading, otherwise we might have some problems" he said, thinking about the convient, but poorly defended garage he started off to, wondering if everyone was still alive.


(Heading back to the garage)

 

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RICHIE NICOLETTI
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Richie noticed the window and cursed his own stupidity. He and the others set about loading supplies down the fire escape and into the safety of the new, random getaway driver who honked his horn at them. The door began to buckle under the weight of the gathering infected; dust and parts of the frame began to fall and scatter onto the floor. “Time to go,” he said, grabbing the remaining supplies and shoving them into a bag. He gripped a hold of one of the black handles of a gun slanted against the wall—a Remington 870—and held it close as he stepped down the fire escape and onto the back of the truck.


Jackson was sat admiring the hardware while Richie, soaked in blood, dirty, grime, and soot leaned back and took a breather. It had been a colossal mess and he knew he should have been dead by now. He gripped the shotgun tight and let out another sigh of relief before the truck sped off back towards, he hoped, the garage.


@Haus Of Alaska


@Eternal-Weekend


@Reaper 1-1


@Mr Kraz

 

[NightQueen]

Kira


Kira had focused on barricading the door which was barely hanging on. She did this while everyone started climbing out the window.


If she did not block the door they would be over run before everyone got outside. Seeing that she was the last one in the room she made for the window.


She was climbing out to follow the others when the door gave way. She was halfway out onto the balcony to climb down when she was grabbed from behind.


Growling, she swung without even looking back but more hands reached for her, soon enough dragging her back into the room. Shoving the but of the bat at the grabbing hands she looked down


"Go!"


Soon enough the amount of undead grabbing at her and she was dragged into the room, the sound of gunfire sounding out from the room before it went quiet except for the noise of the attacking hoarde


@Eternal-Weekend


@Reaper 1-1


@ziggy455


@Mr Kraz


@HumansArentReal


(Kira's gone but I am going to throw up another CS)

 

[Best Trekkie.]

Harrison
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Getting the message Cooper floored the gas and the old truck peeled out of the alleyway an towards the freeway. 


Glancing at the passenger while simultaneously hauling out a rusty ww2 medical box, Cooper said "this is going to hurt quite a bit, and injected the old morphine syringe into her arm. After a few seconds, Cooper yanked it out...

 

[Best Trekkie.]

Cooper
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The dark of night set upon the group as the F250 put-put-putted down the freeway and onto a side road, looking back at the people in the truck bed, Cooper didn't pay attention to the gasoline tank indicator. Then the old truck began to belch smoke and shake, slightly at first but that became worse and worse until the hood began to smoke and the truck's engine started rattling. Suddenly, a black object shot through the hood of the truck and landed with a loud "clank!!" The truck then stopped...

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Maddison Clarke



"What are you doing?" Maddison growled, trying to move away from the needle. She did not trust anyone injecting her with an unknown substance, let alone someone she just met. However the truck cab was too small to get away, and the needle entered her arm with a sharp pain. Soon after, a liquid that felt like fire was pushed into her arm, and Maddison gasped from the pain. She had an abnormally high pain tolerance more in the fact that she could hide her reaction to pain extremely well. So when she showed her reaction, even in the slightest, it meant the pain was horrendously bad. Soon after the injection, her arm began to numb, the pain of a dislocated shoulder and shards of glass in her elbow subsiding. Maddison stared at her arm curiously. Just as she was about to thank the stranger, the truck clammered to a hault. "Jeez we just can't catch a break," she muttered.


@Reaper 1-1 @Mr Kraz @ziggy455

 

[Best Trekkie.]

Harrison
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"Shit! god damn truck!!" He knew that the makeshift repairs weren't going to last long. However, the fact that a piston from the engine block had just shot out like a cannon, alerted him that to drive any further was too risk an engine fire or worse, an explosion. Killing the engine of the truck, retrieving the SCAR - H from the bag, loading a fresh magazine, and re cocking the weapon, Cooper activated the holosight's infrared setting then quietly opened the door, hopped out and said to the group, "There is a private airfield just down the road. From there we can possibly scavenge other supplies." Harrison then added "Everyone better respect my orders or i'll have to do the same thing that gave me this scar, Do you understand?!" *Shows group the scar that vertically crosses his left eye*

 

[Best Trekkie.]

OOC post btw > (Srry if I was a bit to aggressive here. Im only just remembering about how my character has a violent personality at times...)

 

[Raku]

Jackson "Mac" MacMilllan
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Jackson had taken a slight nap as the truck drove along. It was surprising how he was able to drown out the noise. He awoke to his head hitting the back windshield as the truck stopped. Rubbing his head he cursed a few times, grabbed the back, and climbed out. Looking around he couldn't see much due to the darkness, but he knew it wasn't the garage. Making his way around the truck towards the driver's side he heard the man bark out a command. "Where the hell are we?" he asked. He didn't want to deal with this guy right now. Tired, ill-equiped, and not to mention this guy was a bit of a hothead, he wasn't up to it.
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@Eternal-Weekend
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RICHIE NICOLETTI
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Richie had leant back on the truck and remembered the last images flickering about in his mind. Kira had pulled herself out the window only to be dragged back in by a flood of arms. He yelled out to warn everybody but realised that it'd be too late. Screams echoed out in the distance and everybody else had a look upon their faces; plastered impassive stares and quiet sighs as they all realised she'd died escaping. As he woke, Maddison was rubbing her arm and he heard noises shoot from the man's mouth. " "Everyone better respect my orders or i'll have to do the same thing that gave me this scar, Do you understand?!"


The man had a scar across his left eye. With a blaring headache and no cigarettes left; his own packet crumpled under some body back the way he came, he jumped over the side of the truck with the Remington in his hand. "Where the hell are we?" asked Mac with a groan. 


"Orders? Calm down, spiffy. You're not in charge here." Richie kept the gun close, gripping it tight just in case the new hothead decided to get trigger-happy. Richie looked to Mac and Maddison. "I'm sorry about that other girl...I didn't get to meet her personally."


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@Eternal-Weekend


@Mr Kraz

 

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Boyd Killman
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"That's where your wrong sweetie, last names do matter. What if you run into another Boyd and he looks just like me? It would matter then. "  Boyd smiled. 
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He pointed down the street then made a gesture to the left. 
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"Some other people in the group slip up and followed their own agenda. Same as I actually, difference is my agenda involves me going back to our garage. " Boyd held his gun in his hand as he checked the street. 
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He made a gesture to follow. She was young, normally he would say inexpierenced. Recent meeting have told him not to judge a book by its cover. Besides walking along with a cutie wasn't a bad thing either. 
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@sprouhtt
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Aria smiled when he told her that last names matter,"Yeah, I guess you're right but if we do go separate ways, who can say that we will meet again?" She asked as she looked back him before looking down at the floor at what shes stepping on. The ground was dirty and there was rubble and litter on the floor.
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Aria followed him down the street and she wondered how far the garage was.
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"So how far is the garage from here?" She asked him since she was feeling a bit tired and a bit light headed since she didn't eat anything.
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[MadiRaiCat]

Maddison Clarke



Maddison looked at the man with wide eyes, tilting her head in confusion. She looked at his face, then remembered all the ones strewn across her body. Her arm was injured, and there was no way she could do anything more. She just wanted to take her supplies back to the garage and fix herself up. Maddison opened the passenger side door of the truck and hopped out. She grabbed the duffel bag of ammo and weapons and turned to the group. "Sorry, but I have better things to do, I'm heading back to our base," she stated, not giving away where she was going just in case this guy turned out to be crazy. Maddison slung the bag over her good shoulder and began walking back the way they came away from the truck. She didn't check to see if Richie or Mac followed, they were adult men and could take care of themselves. 

 

[CabalAnomicPotato]

Donnee had been driving for another hour, (having to refill the gas on the way), when he arrived at the garage, not many crazies near, he assumed they were taking shifts and clearing them out. As he pulled up, he started speaking, "hey guys, I'm back, so can I get a little help here or-" he stopped as he opened the door, realizing that no one was in the building. Smirking, he continued back towards his car, opening the back and grabbing one of the crates, "might as well throw a welcoming party" he said, unpacking his supplies.


About 30 minutes later, he had the car unpacked, the garage shut up, and was sitting against a while, wore out as all hell, "I...need....a day....off" he finished, falling asleep.


(I'm at the garage with the earlier gotten supplies, anyone comming?)

 

[Best Trekkie.]

Harrison
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"Well then, no AC 130 for you guys. Looks like its all mine. Full tank, all needed parts, and even enough supplies for a new city." Cooper then treaded off towards the airtfield shaking his head while whistling a calm tune...

 

[Gui]

Boyd Killman
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Boyd approached the corner signaling Aria to slow down. The street was clear only one more block. Boyd looked back and could clearly see the female was tired. Poor thing has probably been up for a while. As Boyd keeps going he signals for to the alley on the right. Taking a turn they come around the front side of the garage. Boyd knocked 4 times in the bay doors as they were opened up. 
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"Welcome home. Excuse the mess" Boyd spouted as he lit a cigarette. 
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Just as Boyd was about to enter the garage, something caught his eye. Raising his weapon he realised it was Madison. With keen eyes he was able to see she seemed hurt, carrying a bag of some sort. Scanning the streets seeing no real danger he jogged to her. 
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"Let me help you sweetheart. You look like you had a busy time. " Boyd smiled as he offered to carry the bag and offer support. 
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@Eternal-Weekend
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@WolfSol
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@CabalAnomicPotato
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@sprouhtt
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[MadiRaiCat]

Maddison Clarke



Maddison trekked the long way back to the garage. She was tired, the morphine had begun to wear off, and she had to sneak past all the zombies that roamed the street. She wasn't exactly sure if she was going the right way, but she was following her instincts and that usually went well for her. Maddison exhaled a sigh of relief when she saw the familiar spray-painted note on the front of the garage. It seemed like a lifetime since she had been there, when really it had only been earlier today. The bag began to weigh down her shoulder, causing her to walk with an awkward gait. She stared at the ground as she walked, only stopping to look up when she heard the footsteps. Maddison looked up and found Boyd walking to her. "Thank you," she said, as he took the bag from her shoulder, "It's full of ammo and a few guns. Found it in a office building." She rolled her shoulder when the weight was removed, the blood on her elbow having dried. Her other arm hung loosely at her side as she followed him into the garage where the others were waiting. "Any idea where the first aid kit is in this place?"


@Eternal-Weekend


@WolfSol


@HumansArentReal


@CabalAnomicPotato


@sprouhtt


@Gui

 

[CabalAnomicPotato]

(so has anyone noticed I'm sleeping beside a giant stash of weapons?)

 

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RICHIE NICOLETTI
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"Well then, no AC 130 for you guys. Looks like its all mine. Full tank, all needed parts, and even enough supplies for a new city."


"Yeah. Good look maintaining all that alone then, buddy," said Richie as he turned to head back to the garage. It was time that he got to meet the rest of the survivors.

 

[Gui]

Boyd Killman
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"No idea but I'm sure we can figure something out. " Boyd smiled as he held the bag and walked her over to the garage. With everyone inside, Boyd shut the bay door himself.
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Madison had proved invaluable, what she must have gone through to get the weapons was her weight to bear. The fruit if her labors showed however, with the bag feeling hefty with ammo. Boyd nodded in approval. As soon as he set the bag down he began to look for a first aid kit or anything similar. With his cigarette hanging, Boyd handed it over to her @Eternal-Weekend .
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"This will help in the meantime. " Boyd smiled and winked.
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He continued to search only finding a sorry excuse for a first aid kit. It contained alcohol,Band-Aids, some gauss,bondo and hand cream. Well it was a mechanics shop after all. Pulling up a chair in front of Madison Boyd looked at her arm touching it ever so cautiously.
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"OK let's see what we have here. " Boyd muttered to himself.  
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@WolfSol
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@HumansArentReal
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@CabalAnomicPotato
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@sprouhtt
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[CabalAnomicPotato]

Donnee had been snoring, probably looking quite dead himself when he woke up to a garage full of people. His first reaction was pulling his gun and aiming it at the closest ( @Gui ), but he put it down when he realized most of the faces were rememberable, "umm....hey everyone, want some weapons?" He said, still drousy from waking up (his nap wasn't quite complete), and he didn't really know what to say, but he did owe these people a debt, they took him in, and he always repaid his debts.


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[sprouhtt]

Interacting:
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When Aria followed Boyd into the room, she began to feel dizzy from being so fatigued and not eating so she went near a wall to keep herself from falling. Aria slid her back down the wall until she was sitting on the floor,"I have a ...kit..backpack." She slurred a bit as she tried to keep her eyes open but she quickly shook it off and brought her backpack around and she unzipped it and took out a first aid kit. It was probably the only thing weighing her down since the kit was pretty big. She had gotten the kit from a nearby clinic that was about an hour from here. She slid the box over to the group and hoped it would be of use to them, since it had everything from ointments to big bandages and gauze and much more. "Hope this ...helps." She said.
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[MadiRaiCat]

Maddison Clarke



Maddison took the cigarette from Boyd, inhaling deeply. She released the smoke from her lung,s sitting down on a nearby couch that must have been for the previous workers in the garage to take a break on. She watched as Boyd sat near her, looking over her arm with scrutinizing eyes. She looked over at the new girl, tilting her head in confusion as she slid the case across the floor to where Boyd and Maddison sat. Maddison reached down to grab the case and put it between her and Boyd. "Thank you. My name is Maddison. There is a supply of food in the backpack over there on the counter. Some canned goods and such," she said to the girl, nodding to where the backpack sat. Turning to Boyd, she looked at her injured arm. "Shoulder is out of place, and I put my elbow through a window. There's probably still glass in the wound. Know anything about first aid?"


@Gui @sprouhtt