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Realistic or Modern Remnants of Man [Zombie Apocalypse Rp]
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WolfSol
Brain cashew smooth
Madge Beth Valeran
"I'll have you know, I won the Hottest Lady Award once at a flea market."
She watched as another whippersnapper popped his head out the door. Flashing false teeth, Madge waved and smiled, "Kissagram." She sang although it seemed that her humor fell on deaf ears. The bay door raised and she stared at it for a moment, expecting it to raise up enough for her to crawl under, but instead if raised up enough to where she could waltz right in. Clutching her purse close to her chest, she hobbled in without a moment's reconsideration. What was an old lady to lose? She'd already lost her teeth, FluffyMcFluffington Twenty-Three, and her bastard of a husband... not much else there.
Once inside, she clicked her tongue as she looked at the young survivors with a critical gaze, "Why, aren't you all a bunch of tall glasses of whiskey." Madge grinned. "Now, tell this old fox what's going on here. I was just having cat shit in a cup with an old bat... next I know I'm trying to gouge her eyes out with my knitting needles. Reminds me, any of you handsome fellows got a 'kerchief? No doubt I've got Gale Hibbins eyeball juice all over my needles." As if to prove her bold actions from the shop, she rummaged through her purse and brandished the knitting needles with pride. They appeared relatively clean as most of the remains of Gale Hibbins's eyeball had rubbed off within her purse. However, there was a glob of eye on her right needle and it dripped a gooey substance. The sight clearly didn't bother her as she waved them in the air.
"Oh and is that car out there one of yours? Sorry to say, it seems it's caught a fire. Sad day. Didn't your mothers ever teach you to take care of the things you own?"
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"I'll have you know, I won the Hottest Lady Award once at a flea market."
She watched as another whippersnapper popped his head out the door. Flashing false teeth, Madge waved and smiled, "Kissagram." She sang although it seemed that her humor fell on deaf ears. The bay door raised and she stared at it for a moment, expecting it to raise up enough for her to crawl under, but instead if raised up enough to where she could waltz right in. Clutching her purse close to her chest, she hobbled in without a moment's reconsideration. What was an old lady to lose? She'd already lost her teeth, FluffyMcFluffington Twenty-Three, and her bastard of a husband... not much else there.
Once inside, she clicked her tongue as she looked at the young survivors with a critical gaze, "Why, aren't you all a bunch of tall glasses of whiskey." Madge grinned. "Now, tell this old fox what's going on here. I was just having cat shit in a cup with an old bat... next I know I'm trying to gouge her eyes out with my knitting needles. Reminds me, any of you handsome fellows got a 'kerchief? No doubt I've got Gale Hibbins eyeball juice all over my needles." As if to prove her bold actions from the shop, she rummaged through her purse and brandished the knitting needles with pride. They appeared relatively clean as most of the remains of Gale Hibbins's eyeball had rubbed off within her purse. However, there was a glob of eye on her right needle and it dripped a gooey substance. The sight clearly didn't bother her as she waved them in the air.
"Oh and is that car out there one of yours? Sorry to say, it seems it's caught a fire. Sad day. Didn't your mothers ever teach you to take care of the things you own?"
@Gui @Reaper 1-1 @Eternal-Weekend
Raku
Four Thousand Club
Jackson "Mac" MacMilllan
Jackson smiled when the lady made a comment when she mentioned the car and if it was theirs. "No ma'am, that's not ours. We had to blow it up to get the motherfuckers that are covering the streets off of us. I feel sorry for whoever's it was though." he said. He was still chuckling after some of her comments from before. "And about a handkerchief, there are some aprons in the back if you want to use those. Boyd, can you show her. I'm gonna check out this guy down the street. He's just standing outside his car right now." Mac said before walking towards the door. Two people in, let's see if more want to join. He walked out the door and started to the man down the street.
MadiRaiCat
Wine Aunt
Maddison Clarke
Maddison watched the younger man leave, sheathing the knife meant to defend herself against him. The elderly woman did not intimidate Maddison much, and so she wasn't worried about drawing a weapon against her. However, the older man in front of her had yet to sheath his firearm, and so her's was still drawn. She watched him closely, assessing him. He didn't seem like the type to kill a non-infected human. Unlike the two men in the truck bed back at the caravan, everyone here was mentally stable as far as she could tell. Maddison looked the man in the eye and stoically said, "My name is Maddison Clarke. And I'm going to holster my weapon." She powered her firearm and slid it into the holster on her hip. She stayed tense, just in case. It was her nature to constantly be on guard.
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Maddison watched the younger man leave, sheathing the knife meant to defend herself against him. The elderly woman did not intimidate Maddison much, and so she wasn't worried about drawing a weapon against her. However, the older man in front of her had yet to sheath his firearm, and so her's was still drawn. She watched him closely, assessing him. He didn't seem like the type to kill a non-infected human. Unlike the two men in the truck bed back at the caravan, everyone here was mentally stable as far as she could tell. Maddison looked the man in the eye and stoically said, "My name is Maddison Clarke. And I'm going to holster my weapon." She powered her firearm and slid it into the holster on her hip. She stayed tense, just in case. It was her nature to constantly be on guard.
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Boyd holstered his weapon and offered his hand to help the young woman. @Eternal-Weekend
"With thins going in you can never be too sure. " Boyd smiled as he assisted the female up.
As another knock came Boyd only placed his hand on his weapon until he hears Mac's call. Well this was surely turning out to be a rag tag bunch. Some cutie with a sharp object fetish and an elderly women with the equivalent luck of a leprechaun with bird shit on his coat.
"I got it Mac careful out there son. " Boyd replied to Mac as he offered a roll of brown paper to the elderly female. @WolfSol
"Nice to meet you Ladies my name Is Boyd Killman, that other gentlemen is Mac. Were just gonna sit tight see if we can get some more people to join and well take it from there. " Boyd smiled againagain making sure all the doors were locked and secure.
((Sorry for the Kate short reply, currently drinking
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"With thins going in you can never be too sure. " Boyd smiled as he assisted the female up.
As another knock came Boyd only placed his hand on his weapon until he hears Mac's call. Well this was surely turning out to be a rag tag bunch. Some cutie with a sharp object fetish and an elderly women with the equivalent luck of a leprechaun with bird shit on his coat.
"I got it Mac careful out there son. " Boyd replied to Mac as he offered a roll of brown paper to the elderly female. @WolfSol
"Nice to meet you Ladies my name Is Boyd Killman, that other gentlemen is Mac. Were just gonna sit tight see if we can get some more people to join and well take it from there. " Boyd smiled againagain making sure all the doors were locked and secure.
((Sorry for the Kate short reply, currently drinking
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CabalAnomicPotato
Ivy league procrastinator
Donnee was now shit out of thinking, His thoughts scrambled, "fuck, I need to get fucking drunk right now, this sit isn't funny anymore, I got a mute, an unresponsive woman, and a baby in the car....maybe I should just-" his thoughts were cut off, as a crazy emerged from a crashed car close to theirs and started shambling towards. "These guys, am I right?" Donnee said aloud, taking hold of his pipe and downing the crazy with one swing. "Now, as I was sa-who the hell?" he said to himself, as he looked over and spotted a man walking towards him from the distance, content on comming right for him. Donnee didn't waste his time, pulling out his beretta and aiming it at the man, now speaking up, "now you listen here, take just a couple more steps and I might just down you, got it?" He finished, gun steady.
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Raku
Four Thousand Club
Jackson "Mac" MacMillan
Jackson headed down the street. Before he was completely out of ear shot he heard what he thought was the younger woman who was in the garage say something. It sounded like a name. All he clearly could hear was what sounded like Maddison, but he didn't pick up what came after. He was a decent distance away from the car that the man stood outside of. Then he heard the guy say something. Now you listen here, just take a couple more steps and I might just down you, you got it? Jackson didn't take kindly to threats, but when the gun is pointed at him he makes an exception. "Alright man, we can just talk from this distance. But I don't think shouting is the best way to keep quiet." Jackson said . He's been through enough bullshit today to the point where he is just done. What else is gonna happen?
(maybe you guys overheard)
WolfSol
Brain cashew smooth
Madge Beth Valeran
"That's not what your daddy said last night."
Madge continued grinning, her denchers sure to fall out any minute now, but at the young man's words her smile faltered, "Watch your fuckin' language, you wee bastard. Your mother ever teach you proper language around a pretty lady?" She remained still for a moment before grinning all the more, "Just pulling your leg. Sucks for that sucker, don't it?" She turned, directing her question to anyone in particular who cared to respond. Yet when no one did, she adjusted her attention to her poor knitting needles. "Damn Gale Hibbins," she murmured, shaking the needles in the air. Madge should've stabbed her in the throat. Either way, it was in the past... said and done.
When the young man who'd opened the door left them be, she looked to the two remaining young people. They both carried weapons that were surely much better at aiming and shooting than her old peashooter. Of course, it didn't bother her. If it shot, why be ashamed of it? Most men were like that too... especially her dead husband, God rest his petulant soul. She would've mourned over that poor shitehawke more if it weren't for the offered paper towel offered her way. She happily accepted and began to wipe her needles clean, humming all the while. Except this time she found herself humming the Charmin commercial, much to her happiness. Damn, she loved those big-butt bears.
Greetings came around, Madge looking to the Killman and Clarke now instead of Tall Glass of Whiskey One and Tall Glass of Whiskey Two. She'd likely forget their names so, like with her cats, she decided to name them with numbers. When it came to her turn, she stood in silence for a moment with needles still brandished like a sports trophy. It had been a decade or so since she'd had to greet herself to newcomers. "Names Madge Valeran, call me Mad if it tickles your fancy. Now, don't go lookin' down on me just because I'm an old coot. Why, I could kick you in the nuts before you could say 'ouch.'" She clicked her tongue, nodding her head as if to reassure her words. "Now, I was waltzing along the street with an entourage of biting and groaning drunkards. Might be best to check on that pal of yours." With a needle, Madge gestured to the bay door.
@Eternal-Weekend @Gui
"That's not what your daddy said last night."
Madge continued grinning, her denchers sure to fall out any minute now, but at the young man's words her smile faltered, "Watch your fuckin' language, you wee bastard. Your mother ever teach you proper language around a pretty lady?" She remained still for a moment before grinning all the more, "Just pulling your leg. Sucks for that sucker, don't it?" She turned, directing her question to anyone in particular who cared to respond. Yet when no one did, she adjusted her attention to her poor knitting needles. "Damn Gale Hibbins," she murmured, shaking the needles in the air. Madge should've stabbed her in the throat. Either way, it was in the past... said and done.
When the young man who'd opened the door left them be, she looked to the two remaining young people. They both carried weapons that were surely much better at aiming and shooting than her old peashooter. Of course, it didn't bother her. If it shot, why be ashamed of it? Most men were like that too... especially her dead husband, God rest his petulant soul. She would've mourned over that poor shitehawke more if it weren't for the offered paper towel offered her way. She happily accepted and began to wipe her needles clean, humming all the while. Except this time she found herself humming the Charmin commercial, much to her happiness. Damn, she loved those big-butt bears.
Greetings came around, Madge looking to the Killman and Clarke now instead of Tall Glass of Whiskey One and Tall Glass of Whiskey Two. She'd likely forget their names so, like with her cats, she decided to name them with numbers. When it came to her turn, she stood in silence for a moment with needles still brandished like a sports trophy. It had been a decade or so since she'd had to greet herself to newcomers. "Names Madge Valeran, call me Mad if it tickles your fancy. Now, don't go lookin' down on me just because I'm an old coot. Why, I could kick you in the nuts before you could say 'ouch.'" She clicked her tongue, nodding her head as if to reassure her words. "Now, I was waltzing along the street with an entourage of biting and groaning drunkards. Might be best to check on that pal of yours." With a needle, Madge gestured to the bay door.
@Eternal-Weekend @Gui
Azerothii
That one smol paw
Well, isn't this great. The car suddenly broke down and they would have to travel by foot, not like she complained anyways. She would step out of the car, huggling the sleeping baby now close to her. Katherine took her cricket bat slowly for defense, glancing at the other man who was pointing his gun towards someone. She couldn't hear what happened infront of her anyways so she hardly cared less. While the man was interrogating him, she would turn to the side to see a zombie running up to them before she wacked its head with her bat, breaking through its skull and staining the smooth wood with blood. "Tch. . " Kath looked down at the twitching zombie disgusted as she stepped away slightly to avoid getting infected. The young lady stared at the dark alley not too far from them, dreading that more might come out of it.
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H3LLJUMPER_177
Feet First into hell
Sorry guys. I was busy the last few days and so on. Ill try to reply more often. Please don't leave me ;-
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MadiRaiCat
Wine Aunt
Maddison Clarke
Maddison smiled at Boyd slightly, lessening her guard only a small bit. He seemed like the kind strict father type, though she didn't have much experience with those. Maddison quickly glanced out the window, looking down the street to where Mac disappeared. She saw the caravan, and hoped no one was too gravely injured. Maddison new his name was familiar, but she couldn't quite place where she had known the man from. Shrugging her shoulders, she pushed the thought away and began exploring the shop for supplies. A lot of the tools she didn't recognize or know what they were used for, others seemed a little useless for the current situation. Eventually Maddison found a small mini fridge hidden under the desk of who she assumed was the boss of the establishment. She found a half emtpy bottle of whiskey, which she slid into her backpack, and a 6 pack of cheap beer. Maddison grabbed one, popped it open, and took a gulp, before walking into the main area again with the can in hand.
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Maddison smiled at Boyd slightly, lessening her guard only a small bit. He seemed like the kind strict father type, though she didn't have much experience with those. Maddison quickly glanced out the window, looking down the street to where Mac disappeared. She saw the caravan, and hoped no one was too gravely injured. Maddison new his name was familiar, but she couldn't quite place where she had known the man from. Shrugging her shoulders, she pushed the thought away and began exploring the shop for supplies. A lot of the tools she didn't recognize or know what they were used for, others seemed a little useless for the current situation. Eventually Maddison found a small mini fridge hidden under the desk of who she assumed was the boss of the establishment. She found a half emtpy bottle of whiskey, which she slid into her backpack, and a 6 pack of cheap beer. Maddison grabbed one, popped it open, and took a gulp, before walking into the main area again with the can in hand.
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Boyd Killman
Boyd pointed at in the general direction of Mac.
"That boy? Na did you see his muscles? He's good on his own, I got bad knees I'd slow him down. " Boyd chuckled as he sat down and let out a sigh if relief.
"Were trying to get out of here but were gonna need supplies,gas, make changes to cars. A garage doesn't seem like a bad idea to holed up. " Boyd unholstered his gun and checked his mag. 3 rounds left plus the chamber. Fuck.
@Eternal-Weekend
@Reaper 1-1
@WolfSol
Boyd pointed at in the general direction of Mac.
"That boy? Na did you see his muscles? He's good on his own, I got bad knees I'd slow him down. " Boyd chuckled as he sat down and let out a sigh if relief.
"Were trying to get out of here but were gonna need supplies,gas, make changes to cars. A garage doesn't seem like a bad idea to holed up. " Boyd unholstered his gun and checked his mag. 3 rounds left plus the chamber. Fuck.
@Eternal-Weekend
@Reaper 1-1
@WolfSol
NightQueen
One Thousand Club
Kodi
Kodi felt the shock wave and he ducked as glass went flying from the explosion further back.
He hissed as he felt glass slice his hand that was unprotected when he ducked.
Of course they would not get out so easily.
Sitting back up and shaking his head slightly to get rid of the ringing in his ears, he grinned and stretched out
"What a Ride"
He looked around and saw that the ice queen had vanished. He knew it was weird but did not think too much on it right now
@Eternal-Weekend
@HumansArentReal
(plus whoever is left in the truck lol)
Kodi felt the shock wave and he ducked as glass went flying from the explosion further back.
He hissed as he felt glass slice his hand that was unprotected when he ducked.
Of course they would not get out so easily.
Sitting back up and shaking his head slightly to get rid of the ringing in his ears, he grinned and stretched out
"What a Ride"
He looked around and saw that the ice queen had vanished. He knew it was weird but did not think too much on it right now
@Eternal-Weekend
@HumansArentReal
(plus whoever is left in the truck lol)
WolfSol
Brain cashew smooth
Madge Beth Valeran
"You wish you could this this."
Madge decided then and there that Mac would be Tall Glass of Whiskey Three. Although she did want to call him Hot Guy with the Muscle, but she felt that her old age would lead her to forget such a loving and admirable name. "Is it just you lot," she asked as she slipped her trusty knitting needles back in her purse. As she spoke, she watched Tall Glass of Whiskey Two leave the room only to return back with an alcoholic beverage in hand. "Girlie, you look to young to be guzzling poison like that. Especially that brand, bet it tastes like cat piss." She adjusted her glasses three times, having to glare at the can in her hand to get an appropriate reading of the labelled content. Then again, what did she know? She could barely hold down a shot of vodka despite working as a bouncer.
Turning her undivided attention back to Tall Glass of Whiskey One, "Now, what's with this whole bad zombie movie vibe? Got any bright ideas of what happened or is it going to be like in the movies when we find out later?" Madge snickered, titles of zombie movies coming to mind. "I wonder if we'll make this out alive. Would be fun to see the aftermath. You think we could have zombies as pets like in that wee title, Shaun of the Dead? Of course, if I had a friend like that... I'd shoot their nuts off as well as their head. That Shaun fellow deserved a better mate." Madge rambled before absently ambling around the garage to look at the various machinery and tools.
She spotted a lone tire iron underneath a dilapidated car, and gradually crouched down to pick it up. Her knees popped under the sudden pressure, spine crickle-crackling like rice crispies, as she rose with the possible weapon in hand. She swat it in the air a few times before attempting to stuff it in her purse. It didn't fit well enough as it stuck halfway out, but she was still able to clutch it close to her chest and thus it was good enough for her.
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@Gui @Eternal-Weekend
"You wish you could this this."
Madge decided then and there that Mac would be Tall Glass of Whiskey Three. Although she did want to call him Hot Guy with the Muscle, but she felt that her old age would lead her to forget such a loving and admirable name. "Is it just you lot," she asked as she slipped her trusty knitting needles back in her purse. As she spoke, she watched Tall Glass of Whiskey Two leave the room only to return back with an alcoholic beverage in hand. "Girlie, you look to young to be guzzling poison like that. Especially that brand, bet it tastes like cat piss." She adjusted her glasses three times, having to glare at the can in her hand to get an appropriate reading of the labelled content. Then again, what did she know? She could barely hold down a shot of vodka despite working as a bouncer.
Turning her undivided attention back to Tall Glass of Whiskey One, "Now, what's with this whole bad zombie movie vibe? Got any bright ideas of what happened or is it going to be like in the movies when we find out later?" Madge snickered, titles of zombie movies coming to mind. "I wonder if we'll make this out alive. Would be fun to see the aftermath. You think we could have zombies as pets like in that wee title, Shaun of the Dead? Of course, if I had a friend like that... I'd shoot their nuts off as well as their head. That Shaun fellow deserved a better mate." Madge rambled before absently ambling around the garage to look at the various machinery and tools.
She spotted a lone tire iron underneath a dilapidated car, and gradually crouched down to pick it up. Her knees popped under the sudden pressure, spine crickle-crackling like rice crispies, as she rose with the possible weapon in hand. She swat it in the air a few times before attempting to stuff it in her purse. It didn't fit well enough as it stuck halfway out, but she was still able to clutch it close to her chest and thus it was good enough for her.
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Gui
Junior Member
Boyd Killman
Boyd began tonpace backnand forth with his arms crossed. The older lady did bring a good point. How did this come to be? Was it biological? Was it an attack? Accident?
"Well Miss Valeran or is it Mrs Valeran? " Boyd paused for the comment to registered he chuckled sheepishly.
"I don't have the darnest clue, one moment in driving friend calls me to tell me weird stuff is going on. The next I'm popping heads and teaming up with a young black panther. You ladies have any clue?"
Boyd leaned against the counter with his arms still crossed looking at both ladies.
The young one seemed like a useful asset,swift she might help like Mac get in and out of tight spots. The older lady seemed to be tenacious and that HAD to count for something. In this day and age EVERYTHING had to count.
@Eternal-Weekend
@WolfSol
@Reaper 1-1
Boyd began tonpace backnand forth with his arms crossed. The older lady did bring a good point. How did this come to be? Was it biological? Was it an attack? Accident?
"Well Miss Valeran or is it Mrs Valeran? " Boyd paused for the comment to registered he chuckled sheepishly.
"I don't have the darnest clue, one moment in driving friend calls me to tell me weird stuff is going on. The next I'm popping heads and teaming up with a young black panther. You ladies have any clue?"
Boyd leaned against the counter with his arms still crossed looking at both ladies.
The young one seemed like a useful asset,swift she might help like Mac get in and out of tight spots. The older lady seemed to be tenacious and that HAD to count for something. In this day and age EVERYTHING had to count.
@Eternal-Weekend
@WolfSol
@Reaper 1-1
MadiRaiCat
Wine Aunt
Maddison Clarke
Maddison listened to the conversation, sipping on the beer. Madge was right, it did taste disgusting. But it had a calming effect on her, and she appreciated not feeling as tense as she has before. "It's definitely not the best beer in the world, but hey, can't be choosy during the zombie apocalypse," Maddison responded to Madge, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. However, she was just as curious about how this all came to be as Boyd and Madge, and probably every other still coherent person in the world. Truthfully, she didn't keep up to date with the latest news. In her line of work, the only information that mattered was the intel on her targets. As long as she knew their routines and daily habits, she could steal absolutely anything. Many gangs and mobs found her useful for this reason, offering her large amounts of money to steal for them. She had made quite a name for herself in the underground criminal communities.
Thinking about her past with gangs, Maddison finally remembered how she knew Mac. He was part of a gang who had contracted her last year. They had assigned him to be her muscle and getaway car for a mission of stealing firearms from a rival gang. She remembered the day clearly as she had to sneak into the warehouse type building, silently take out the guarding gang bangers, and disable the alarms to allow Mac inside. She needed him to help her load the crates of weapons into the back of a moving truck and get out before the new round of guards showed 30 minutes later. It had been one of her most successful missions, paying a large sum of money that she luxiously spent on hotels, food, clothes, and weapons. All that, other than the weapons, seemed to matter much less now. Maddison took another gulp of the beer, wincing at the bitter taste. If there was ever time to run into one of her getaway drivers, one of the few people who could identify her by name before this all happened, the zombie apocalypse would be it.
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Boyd Killman
"I'm planning on going up north near the border. I have a friend that live up there, he's got a pretty good set up. He called me before hand telling me stuff was going on. He had some contacts and there's no doubt in my he's still alive. " Boyd stood in silence pensive as he thought of something else.
" I wanted to drive up there which is possible. The other option is flying. I can fly any plane any where but...." Boyd got quiet again as he thought once more.
" Well we could probably get a map look for nearby small airports. Scout them out, I can fix them if they're not TOO banged up. I don't know too many variables but it could work. Thoughts?" Boyd looked at both ladies expecting some semblance of an answer or input.
@Eternal-Weekend
@WolfSol
"I'm planning on going up north near the border. I have a friend that live up there, he's got a pretty good set up. He called me before hand telling me stuff was going on. He had some contacts and there's no doubt in my he's still alive. " Boyd stood in silence pensive as he thought of something else.
" I wanted to drive up there which is possible. The other option is flying. I can fly any plane any where but...." Boyd got quiet again as he thought once more.
" Well we could probably get a map look for nearby small airports. Scout them out, I can fix them if they're not TOO banged up. I don't know too many variables but it could work. Thoughts?" Boyd looked at both ladies expecting some semblance of an answer or input.
@Eternal-Weekend
@WolfSol
MadiRaiCat
Wine Aunt
Maddison Clarke
Maddison thought about that for a moment, sipping the beer until the can was empty. She tossed it in a trash bin nearby and then slid her back pack off onto the counter where some car tools and grease were splayed out. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked from Madge to Boyd. She paced to the other side of the room, looking out the window to see if Mac was still ok. He seemed to be trying to talk to another guy without much luck. Maddison shrugged and turned back to Boyd. "My concern would be that you haven't made contact with him again. I know you trust that he is alive, but that might not be true. You would be going all that way for nothing." Maddison was trying to think logically. It seemed to her as though leaving the city, where there were plenty of resources, would be a bad idea. There was food here, water, and hospitals with medical supplies. Staying nearby would prove useful. "We have a lot of resources here. Would we be able to collect enough to last us the trip? Would we have enough resources once we got there? We don't know what we would be flying into."
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Maddison thought about that for a moment, sipping the beer until the can was empty. She tossed it in a trash bin nearby and then slid her back pack off onto the counter where some car tools and grease were splayed out. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked from Madge to Boyd. She paced to the other side of the room, looking out the window to see if Mac was still ok. He seemed to be trying to talk to another guy without much luck. Maddison shrugged and turned back to Boyd. "My concern would be that you haven't made contact with him again. I know you trust that he is alive, but that might not be true. You would be going all that way for nothing." Maddison was trying to think logically. It seemed to her as though leaving the city, where there were plenty of resources, would be a bad idea. There was food here, water, and hospitals with medical supplies. Staying nearby would prove useful. "We have a lot of resources here. Would we be able to collect enough to last us the trip? Would we have enough resources once we got there? We don't know what we would be flying into."
@Gui @WolfSol
Gui
Junior Member
Boyd Killman
" I can see why you would say that. Let's look at it this way, being in a city with a population of in the 5 digits minimum. That's a lot of traffic moving about and not everyone would make it. At least if we fly out, we have hundreds of options. Im only headed to his place for several reasons. 1) Its near a home by the great Lakes with forest to the front several miles might I add. 2)It's got a small airstrip and what would constitute as a small army's worth of military equipment. " Boyd mulled it over.
"That's just what I have planned, I used to work for a private military company. He became a chair member and lives at the compound. Chances are that place is at least nominally defended if its overrun at least there will be more supplies and we could take over. Taking over a compound that would have a few hundred tops seems better that trying to survive in a city with thousands. " Boyd paused again this time grabbing a cigarette from his pack in his coat pocket. He lit one up and took a long drag.
He then offered the ladies a cigarette as he mulled over other possibilities.
@Eternal-Weekend
@WolfSol
" I can see why you would say that. Let's look at it this way, being in a city with a population of in the 5 digits minimum. That's a lot of traffic moving about and not everyone would make it. At least if we fly out, we have hundreds of options. Im only headed to his place for several reasons. 1) Its near a home by the great Lakes with forest to the front several miles might I add. 2)It's got a small airstrip and what would constitute as a small army's worth of military equipment. " Boyd mulled it over.
"That's just what I have planned, I used to work for a private military company. He became a chair member and lives at the compound. Chances are that place is at least nominally defended if its overrun at least there will be more supplies and we could take over. Taking over a compound that would have a few hundred tops seems better that trying to survive in a city with thousands. " Boyd paused again this time grabbing a cigarette from his pack in his coat pocket. He lit one up and took a long drag.
He then offered the ladies a cigarette as he mulled over other possibilities.
@Eternal-Weekend
@WolfSol
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CabalAnomicPotato
Ivy league procrastinator
Donnee had listened to the man, realized how loud he actually way, and smiled, "well, sorry about that man, iv been a little jumpy, that's all, look" he finished, holding his gun up within view, then putting it away in his coat, "now I believe both of us can defend ourselfs pretty well out here, so let's just discuss whatever you need to speak about" he finished still holding his pipe and smiling, he wasn't stupid, because anyone who wouldn't run away from direct threat probably had people backing him up, and he really needed people right now, especially if he wanted what he had in the city.
(@_Misguided Neko_ is still in the car, I'm dealing directly with @Reaper 1-1. @Tiny Cosmic, @WolfSol, @CandidFox, @HumansArentReal, and @Destructus Kloud, for being near the situation)
(@_Misguided Neko_ is still in the car, I'm dealing directly with @Reaper 1-1. @Tiny Cosmic, @WolfSol, @CandidFox, @HumansArentReal, and @Destructus Kloud, for being near the situation)
Raku
Four Thousand Club
Jackson "Mac" MacMillan
"Thanks" Jackson said. He ran up to the car as quick as he could. "Me and a few other people are held up in a garage just down the street" Mac said, pointing to the garage. "You guys are welcome to come if you want. Maybe I can look at your car in there as well." No one just gets out of their car in the apocalypse without something being wrong with it. A lot of people's lucky day and bad day
CabalAnomicPotato
Ivy league procrastinator
Donnee tightened his grip on his pipe as the man came closer, just in case things went wrong. When he was close enough, he spoke about a group held up in a garage, and how he could fix my car if I needed it, "we'll if the car needs fixing, I bet you could do it, but it just seems to be out of gas...now as for that group, me and my-" he was about to say "friends", but when he looked into the car, he only saw the cop, "um, friend here, would love a place to stay" he finished.
@_Misguided Neko_, @CandidFox, @Reaper 1-1
@_Misguided Neko_, @CandidFox, @Reaper 1-1
idalie
ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀʙʏʟᴏɴ
ARCHIE MURDOCH McKEEGAN
The explosion of the nearby vehicle sent shockwaves, rocking the pickup. Hot shrapnel from the blast embedding the steel door, which caused the Scotsman to jolt in surprise and then groan in irritation as the truck tires facing the explosion deflated. "Well this is just fine and fucking dandy." He muttered, glancing toward the wing mirrors to watch as the elusive stone-faced young woman, jumped ship and set off at a sprint. And of course, how could he miss the mental patient slung partially off the side of the cab, attempting to make friends. Two lads still remained in the back, Carley at his side, and the garage across the street. "Kypher, go sit down ye fuckin' pup." Archie commented, waving his hand dismissively as he remained sitting, observing the point of interest. More than one survivor entered through the front, painted with a message to the last remnants of men who still walked the city with their minds intact. Partially intact perhaps. Since he was effectively driving around a small institute for the insane.
Glancing back at Carley, he inhaled heavily and drew both hands down over his bearded chin. "The explosion was a distraction. Won't distract them for tae long unfortunately, hen. Not when we're sittin' ducks. Apologies for the ride darlin', but I think this is our stop. Stay close, we'll get through 'em." With a sigh of exasperation, he kicked the truck open and clambered out with his shotgun, rucksack, and his bottle of scotch. Walking around to the back, he peered over at both the younger men and motioned his head in direction of the distant garage. "Start movin', and make it quiet. We'll have the undead city of Sioux Falls on our heads otherwise." McKeegan murmured, unzipping his leather jacket to tuck the alcohol inside for safety. As Scotsmen were, when it came to well-aged spirits. Leaning back to grab his wood axe, he tucked the handle into the back of his belt, and began stepping into the fray of the undead. You couldn't help but notice him, whether you wanted to or not, for being six foot five provided you couldn't quite lose him in the crowd.
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Kloudy
The Lore Savant
Ignoring the others now, Kypher pouted at the Scotsman but nodded anyway, "Fiiiiine..." he moaned, making his way around the edge of the car and onto the bonnet. He then leaned back on the windshield and kicked his feet out, relaxing right in front of his view, "There, I'm sitting!" He exclaimed, the biggest of grins painting his face as the wind pressed against it.
@HumansArentReal (nothing's really happening so short post :/)
@HumansArentReal (nothing's really happening so short post :/)
Raku
Four Thousand Club
Jackson "Mac" MacMilllan
Jackson looked inside the car and saw who he was talking about. "No problem man. Just follow me." he said. He was sure that there was enough room in the garage for more people. As he turned around and signaled the man to follow, Mac saw something else. There was another vehicle down the street. It was a big truck. He saw a few more people emerge from it."What the fuck?" he said. "Damn. And I thought the shop was busy before this. Alright, shop is right there" Mac pointed to the garage. "Tell them Mac sent you". A lot more people were showing up than Mac thought there would. Time to do another meet and greet.
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