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City of the Dead - RP
« on: January 21, 2011, 08:05:27 pm »
Fort Solitude.
The only surviving settlement on the East side of the town. Home to almost a hundred people, the fortress was well stocked and supplied, thanks in part to it's relative closeness to a military base, which net it a respectable amount of heavy weaponry.

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A young man approached the towering gates of a hulking fortress. One of the guards stopped him.
"Hold it, who are you?" The guard asked.
"M'name's Ian. Ian Oberek. I've had to do a mixture of shooting and hauling ass to make it here. This is Fort Solitude, correct?" Ian asked.
"That's right, my friend. Your battle has not been in vain, you've reached the safety of Fort Solitude, Mr. Oberek." The guard said, turning to the tower on the left side of the gate.
"Open the gate a crack, let him in!" The guard shouted up to the tower. Ian noted the heavy machinegun stationed in the other one.
"Thank you." Ian said, walking in, the gate closing behind him. Inside, there were many small structures made of scrap and various other supplies that had been scavenged, as well as a trio of large, pre-armageddon structures. One was a small building, only a story high. The center one was four stories, while the left one, from Ian's position, was about two stories.
"Hello." A young lady said, from near the gate. Ian walked over to her.
"Yes?" Ian asked her politely.
"I can see you're new. Would you like a tour?" She offered sincerely.
"Yeah, that would probably be a great idea. Lead the way." He said, and he followed her to the center of the courtyard.
"That middle structure," she said, "is a factory. We have it up and running again, and we've been manufacturing all sorts of goods for the two other fortresses as well, from firearms to bedframes, to anything else people could need. That structure on the right, the one story one, used to be a cafeteria. Now it's used as a planning room, should anything of the sort be needed. The one on the left is the dormitory, you'll be able to set up there and sleep in safety, as well as enjoy some moderate comforts. Now, I must warn you, on occasion, a zombie will catch a whiff of one of us or the livestock, and set off just the right moan to get the rest interested. If we come under attack, all able are expected to help. I see you're packing an assault rifle and handgun, you'll be rather useful. I'd wager Darin'll put you up in the towers with the .50." She explained.
"Darin?" Ian asked.
"Oh, yes, Darin Michaels. He's the "mayor" of our little town, if you would use the term. He oversees most of this. Now, I'm sure you're rather exhausted, so I'd recommended heading to the dormitory and setting up your belongings. There's already some provisions in most of the rooms, such as a bed and some other creature comforts. Enjoy." She said, walking back to her little shady corner, not that it was hot out, being sunset. Ian walked into the dormitory and, noting that the entire first floor was occupied, ascended to the second floor. He found an open dorm, and opened the door. She wasn't kidding: Sitting inside was a bed and a dresser, as well as a single light-bulb attached to the roof. Upon tugging the chain, Ian was surprised to see it flicker on: this place even had power. He lay down on the bed, and within a matter of seconds, fell asleep.



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« Reply #1 on: January 21, 2011, 10:41:01 pm »
Jonathan Terrance sipped from his mug, enjoying that he is being fully awake at this early hour in the morning thanks to the liquids his mug contained. He watched as the sun started rising in the east and finally bring the light of day to the city after another semi-terrifying night. For Terrance, the nights stopped being completely terrifying after he found this well defensible rooftop with the only way onto the top of it was either the fire escape on the side of the building or by jumping from the top of another building.

He looked down toward the street, but made sure he was somewhat concealed so the zombies in the street didn't see him. The number of zombies in his general area had risen by several hundred during the night, likely a horde chasing a lone survivor judging by the number of gunshots he heard last night.

Terrance had become good at distinguishing what gunshot was caused by what over the past two years. And within the past few months, he had detected a large increase of automatic gunfire, likely caused by machine guns, over in the east side of town. He was guessing there was a settlement over there, he would have gone to it, but the amount of zombies there was in the city prevented that thanks to a gigantic influx of zombies caused by a group of survivors over nine months ago.

The hundred-something zombies in the street also prevented him form going on a supply run to a super market he found when he first set up shop on the rooftop. Fortunately, he had finished a highly successful supply run two days ago, including finding three full bags of coffee mix which he used to make a steaming cup of coffee this morning after checking all routes to the rooftop were properly secured. Though these zombies might be here for awhile judging by the way they constantly hit the walls of the surrounding buildings and the wall of wreckage completely blocking one side of the street.

To hell with the supplies, I haven't had coffee in months and I'm going to enjoy it, he thought to himself as he moved away from the edge of the building and toward the old radio he put up on a wooden bench he scavenged a few weeks ago. He then turned on the radio and started his daily for other radio-equipped survivors.

He began speaking in a low voice, so not to attract zombies. "This is Jonathan Terrance, calling any survivors within the city, do you read me? Over."

After waiting a minute, he took a sip of coffee and switched to the next frequency. "This is Jonathan Terrance, calling any survivors within the city..."
« Last Edit: January 22, 2011, 08:57:30 pm by Galactic-Warrior »
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« Reply #2 on: January 22, 2011, 07:48:03 am »
Mickey reclined in his deckchair and braced the rifle against his shoulder. He scanned down the 200 yards of road that separated his shop from the main gate and caught one of them in his sights. He was an old one; wearing the filthy remains of a business suit, missing his jawbone and with his right arm hanging off, shambling about in circles. Mickey squeezed the trigger and the homemade ammunition flew straight ripping through his shoulder and sending the wounded arm flying. The zombie turned to run but fell, shattering his leg and smashing his head open on the hard asphalt. Taking a drag on his cigarette Mickey casually chalked another tally on the wall. His two way radio buzzed and crackled in the background while his son shook it violently.

"What the f**k's wrong with that radio" He growled at his son

"Dunno dad, getting some interference coming through on the usual frequency,"

Mickey marched over and grabbed the radio from his son and tinkered a little with the dial, only more static, but then something started coming through. However it wasn't the charming voice of Molly - Solitude Radio's usual morning announcer - instead it was some whispering bloke's voice only barely audible through the noise.

"This is Jona... bzzzzzzzz calling any survivors zzzzin the city, do you read bzzzz..."

He hurried to plug the radio into the transmitter and practically shouted down the microphone...

"Hey sonny, this is Mickey O'Conner near fort solitude, how can we help you today!"

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« Reply #3 on: January 22, 2011, 10:21:34 pm »
Some distance outside the city, up in the hills, sat a man and his dog. They were perched upon a rock outcropping enjoying the morning air. Zombies weren't much of a problem in the hills, especially with so many people determined to live in the city. Not to say they were totally absent, but it was rare for one of the shamblers to get the jump on you out in the wilds. Pulling a pair of binoculars out from his pack, the man scanned the cityscape for anything out of the ordinary. All of the major settlements still seemed to be in place and there hadn't been a major fire in weeks. Way out in the distance, near the horizon, he could see the shape of an aircraft carrier floating in the bay. The Navy folks had a nice operation, for sure.

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"Carson! Where you is?"


Carson looked down and pulled a small walkie-talkie up to his mouth.

"Was just heading back. Me and Jitters found some treats!"

Getting to his feet, Carson swung adjusted the rifle on his back and snapped his fingers. Jitters jumped up to attention and began to follow. The pair wandered through the thick forest for a few minutes before crossing through a patch of briers and slipping under an old chain-link fence into a clearing. At the center of the clearing was an old cellphone tower that had been modified with a few crude lookout posts and some other niceties. About mid-way up the tower was a sign that read "Scruggs Outpost". Around the base and off to one side sat a few campers and tents. The rest of the space was relegated to a mid-sized farming operation. The entire site was encircled by the aging chain-link fence but an adequate wall had also been constructed by the survivors out of timber and assorted metal bits. Carson and Jitters approached a small opening in the wall and entered a circular sort of cage made out of welded bits of rebar. Removing the locking mechanism, Carson spun the cage around and walked out into the compound. As Jitters ran off, a stocky man with long hair approached.

"Carson! What'd you find out there?"

"Got a few rabbits and spotted some deer tracks. Doesn't look like any shamblers about."

Unzipping his pack, Carson pulled out a trio of rabbits by the ears and handed them to the stocky man who accepted them eagerly.

"These'll do nicely in the stew! And that's two weeks since the last sighting. Glad to hear it. We traded for some light bulbs and a spare alternator for the Ford yesterday while you two were out. Also had a few tough guys try to muscle their way inside."

"Oh yeah? Haven't had my problem people though lately. How'd they fare?"

"One of them is in medical, seems pretty embarrassed about the whole thing. We stripped the other two of their supplies and tossed their sorry carcasses down the mine. They never learn, these people... think we're a bunch of hippies or something."

Carson smiled and patted the stocky man on the shoulder.

"That's two more that won't be bugging us or anyone else again. I say good work. And we'll set the third one right, I'm sure of it. Anything more?"

"Yup! You're going to Fort Solitude. They need a tech and we're the closest outpost with one to spare. Consider it a diplomacy mission, too. We got word that the West Falls operation collapsed, so that's one-less fuel source. Solitude has access to fuel. See if you can't secure a deal for us. You know what we can offer so feel free to butter them up a bit. That ah... cool with you, right? I'd hate to force you to go but we're going to need something when winter sets in."

"Nah, I got you. I'll head down. Done it before, I'm sure it hasn't changed that much since last year... Give me a few hours to get my things in order."

The stocky man smiled and let Carson go on his way. Letting out a sigh, Carson began to ponder the path ahead of him. Life was nice and slow out in the wilds but in such an unpredictable world, sometimes changes happened quickly. It wasn't a long trek to Fort Solitude. From Scruggs Outpost, the path was pretty clear-cut and he'd be coming in from the back which meant most of the city could be ignored.

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« Reply #4 on: January 22, 2011, 10:57:19 pm »
"Scruggs Outpost, this is Fort Solitude, do you read?" The Fort Solitude radio operator tried on several channels. Hopefully they had a working radio up there at the Outpost. It was certain that they'd be glad to hear about some of the stuff that had been built over the last few months.
It wasn't really as bad as most people would think, when it came to manufacturing. Pretty much all the creature comforts could be provided by salvageable items, and given the manufacturing plant that was the core of Fort Solitude, raw materials could be built into practically anything. Thanks to this, the technological gap hadn't dropped too far. Another good thing was that Fort Solitude was only about eight blocks away from a moderately sized car dealership; this gave it great access to car parts that were rather undamaged, making it the go-to for that kind of thing. In all, Fort Solitude was the provider of the city for things like that. And then there was the military base, about 14 blocks away, which net Fort Solitude a truckloads of heavy ordinance.
Then there was the Navy. They didn't evacuate people for fear of spreading the infection; understandable, nobody was mad at them, primarily because they made regular supply drops to Fort Isis, in the North-west portion of the city. The military hadn't abandoned them; quite the contrary, given the aircraft carrier perpetually stationed a number of miles offshore.

The radar officer waited for a response.
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« Reply #5 on: January 22, 2011, 11:07:37 pm »
"Yeah this is Scruggs Outpost. What's the good word?"

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« Reply #6 on: January 22, 2011, 11:14:27 pm »
"Oh, do we have some hardware for you, if you're interested. There's this new firearm we've been working on. It's a small, lightweight Sub-machinegun. Fold-able stock, 30-round 9mm clip, and can take a silencer. They're not at full production, but I was figuring that sense they need to be tested, and you guys tend to be lacking in weapons both automatic and silenced, it could work out well for both parties; they're yours if you like 'em. We also have quite a bit of spare fuel handy. I can have a truck with the goods on it's way to your location within ten minutes, sound good?" The Solitude operator asked.
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« Reply #7 on: January 22, 2011, 11:27:17 pm »
Specialist Arlenta wasn't the absolute most well-liked guy in Fort Solitude. Some people were still pissed off about how the military abandoned them to try to maintain strategically important "Blue Zones," while leaving everyone else for dead. While at first the plan had been to rally once the majority of zombies had been neutralized or decayed to an unthreatening state, they'd incorrectly estimated exactly how long it would take zombies to decay, and the "Push 'Em Back" effort got put on the back burner, in favor of a "Weather the Storm" plan. Thus, the military and what remained of the VIP citizens and government officials were huddled together in the Blue Zones that managed to repel the zombie sieges.

A prime example of this mentality was the Navy aircraft carrier off shore, which he was currently communicating with an old Army-issue radio, "So... what's it like spending two years in ****ty quarters and bunks?" The bored radio operator on the other end responded, "Navy trained us to bear with it. Really, it's not that bad, considering the alternative is living in constant fear of a Zulu barging in." Arlenta sighed, "Well, you can keep your god-awful living space. Zulu aren't as plentiful around here, for the most part. It's nice having solid ground to walk on. Never could stand being on a boat..." The operator laughed, and said something too low to be heard, "Well, that's why you're a grunt. The carrier doesn't sway too much, after all, generally, the larger the vessel, the smaller the sway."

Arlenta paused for a moment and looked around at the desolate city landscape, the haphazardness of Fort Solitude, "Hmm. You guys have access to longer range communications. Any new orders from the bunker rats?" The operator didn't reply for a few moments, mentally making sure he was right, "No. Orders are still to sit on our asses. Fine by me, anyway. Pretty certain all the civilians and family I had are either dead or shambling around." Arlenta nodded to himself, "Yeah. Well, sleep well, or as well as you can sleep, crammed into that sardine can." The operator called an affirmative, and Arlenta turned off his radio. As he began to crank it to return battery life to the radio, he watched the people of Fort Solitude go about their uneasy, daily lives. Then he wondered what the bunker rats and their President, if they were all still alive, were up to in their little mile-deep hole in the ground, wherever it was. Perhaps the President was living in relative luxury, eating and drinking well, maybe even relaxing his way through the Apocalypse, while the common survivor toiled every day to see tomorrow. Reflecting on this, Arlenta thought to himself, Now really isn't that different compared to pre-Zulu days, just instead of the government putting everyone down, it was Zulu.

Arlenta smiled to himself, it was almost ironic. In a way, it was now the people putting the people down, just most of them were undead. Someone passing by the alone, yet smiling, man looked at him strangely and quickly rushed off, Guess not everyone has realized a sense of humor is invaluable right now... Specialist Arlenta leaned back in the old chair, his pack at his feet, and his M4A1 straddled across his lap. Breathing deeply, he closed his eyes and tried to envision what the President was eating.

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« Reply #8 on: January 22, 2011, 11:40:21 pm »
"Yeah the fuel sounds good what with West Falls being out of commission. And we'll take two of those guns you've got if you're giving. Every little bit helps. We have that spare technician heading your way, like we discussed. He should be there by morning. Goes by the name Carson Melbourne. In addition to his services, he'll also be bringing along some of our best product, like we discussed... Let us know when he shows up. Scruggs Outpost out."

A short while later, after taking care of his affairs, Carson headed out the main gate of Scruggs Outpost and disappeared into the forest. He made sure to pack only what he needed: his usual armaments, some spare food, and a length of rope with a hook on the end.

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« Reply #9 on: January 23, 2011, 01:27:35 pm »
A Motel 6 somewhere in what was once the USA, home to one man. James Cordroy.

James sat on the couch of a motel room and smoked a cigar slowly, watching the sun fall in the West towards the mountains. He had cut his way through zombies in order to get here and had spent a year sealing the perimeter of the motel. He had heard that on the other side of town there was a 'Fortress' of some sort but somewhere deep inside him he knew it was a bad idea to live there, too many people in one place is what lead to the outbreak and too many people living in one place would create another outbreak. He put out his cigar in an ashtray he stole from the lobby. No he didn't steal it, he reclaimed it. Nobody owned the motel besides him, he was alone. He carved another notch into the leg of the table in front of him and drank a bottle of beer, at least there was a lot of that. He finished the beer and tossed it into a bin where it shattered and he fed his adopted pet, a German Shepard named Rocky, a chunk of steak. "Good boy."
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« Reply #10 on: January 23, 2011, 02:08:54 pm »
It was high noon by the time Carson set out from Scruggs Outpost. Save for the small pack on his back filled with food, it was a fairly normal trip. His goal was to be at Fort Solitude just before nightfall. As he walked down a small hill in the forest, Carson tugged at the rope he'd wrapped around his arm and adjusted it slightly. It was a nice, quiet day and he'd become used to them. Going into the city would be a major change of pace after living in the wilds for so long. The fact that he hadn't seen a zombie in over two weeks was troubling, as strange as it seemed. At any moment he though he'd be set upon by the entire horde, like they'd been laying in wait for him the whole time. Of course that was unlikely, at least until he reached the city.

Taking a step over a small riverbed, Carson ascended a steep incline and came out onto asphalt. He'd reached the old highway that led to the city and cut through his forest. Looking back, he could see the tiny shape of Scruggs Outpost amidst the trees, almost camouflaged. The biggest danger on the highway came from thugs and criminals, not zombies. So it was wise to move fast and get to your destination quickly. Carson wandered up to an old, rusted out truck and peered inside the cab. The man in charge of Scruggs Outpost was a little bit of a goofball but Carson had known him since freshman year of college. He went by Doug and likened himself to a Jedi master. Doug was also the kind of person that spent a fair amount of time preparing for a zombie apocalypse. Sure, it hurt his chances with women but who was laughing now? Either way, Doug was big on traveling fast, light, and alone. It had taken some doing to get him to put together a settlement but eventually he conceded. Still, it didn't mean Doug had changed his ways. He'd read in a zombie book that the best way to travel was by bicycle and the denizens of Scruggs Outpost had spent many months gathering parts and even entire bikes for use. Doug had hidden them all over and Carson was pretty sure there would be one or two nearby.

He pulled his head out of the truck's cab and wandered over to a broken down VW bug. This was more like it, Doug's kind of car. Carson popped the trunk... or hood (he could never quite remember) and looked inside. Jackpot! Cracking his neck, Carson lifted the slightly-rusty bike out of the car and set up upright. He spun the pedals a few times and checked the brakes, then hopped aboard and rode off toward the city.
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« Reply #11 on: January 23, 2011, 02:41:52 pm »
"Hey son-zzzzzzzz-s Mickey O'Conner near fort solitud-zzzzzzzzzz-w can we help you today!" The voice yelled out of the radio, Terrance lowered the volume to near mute while listening for any moans in the street. He heard several rather loud grunts, but ultimately, no moaning, which was miracle to him.

"Keep your voice down, mister," Terrance practically hissed down the microphone. "I got a whole horde of undead in the street below me and I don't particularly fancy doing a siege anytime soon. Where are you, I'm on top of a five-story building on Columbus Street."
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« Reply #12 on: January 23, 2011, 03:06:03 pm »
Mickey sat and fiddled with an old shell casing on his desk and tuned his radio properly so he could hear more clearly,

"Columbus street, that's what, 15, 20 blocks away?"

He turned round and gestured to Freddie before bellowing another expletive laced command to fetch the map, which he did and passed it over to his dad. Mickey took another drag on his cigarette as he traced his finger along the streets. Johnathan paused awkwardly on the other end waiting for Mickey to say something.

"Ah yes, not far from here..."

"Go get the truck ready lad" he shouted back at his son, who quickly left to do just that.

 Mickey then coughed and spat on the ground beside himself before continuing "So you must be new around here not to of heard of Fort Solitude, am i correct?"


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« Reply #13 on: January 23, 2011, 04:54:50 pm »
"Well, I got here several months where there wasn't as many undead in the city. I'm pretty safe up here in my hideout, the only ways to get to me are either the fire escape or jumping from a nearby building and we both know zombies have problems with both. But you may want to bring quite a bit of firepower with you when you get here, theres around a hundred zombies down in the street below me and theres wreckage completely blocking the way to Green Vale street. I'll give you whatever fire support I can from my position and the fire escape is in the alley on the right side of the building."
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« Reply #14 on: January 23, 2011, 09:10:41 pm »
Specialist Arlenta was sitting in his little room that the Solitude people had given to him, staring at a regional map on his wall, and calling out latitude-longitude positions of tacks placed on it. His radio was transmitting on a military frequency, sending the coordinates to the Navy, who would then send them to the bunker rats so they could keep track of all the survivors across the country along with the reports from other liaisons. When he got done, the Navy operator's voice came over the radio, "One less than last report. Something happen?" Arlenta calmly said, "West Falls fell apart. Not sure if it was due to zombies or internal conflict, maybe raiders. I haven't looked into it yet." The Navy operator sighed loudly, "Alright then, we'll get these to command ASAP. Stay alive, Arlenta." Arlenta nodded to himself once more, and turned off his radio.

The Fort Solitude people tended not to ask Arlenta what his map was about. He could tell some didn't ask out of politeness, and others out of suspicion. Really it didn't matter, the map wasn't some sinister government plot. Just seeing who was still alive and where. When they did ask, he'd simply explain this to them, but not everyone believed him.

Arlenta turned his head to another wall, which held a much larger map of the old United States. This one, however, was significantly more cryptic, designed not to be read by civilians. Among a bunch of random symbols and markings and colors, there were a few that Arlenta had been trained to identify as the markers of the Blue Zones. This map could possibly be considered sinister, as it attempted to make sure that no civilians tried to break into the Zones. In the early days, the military had to "turn back" quite a few desperate people, not something they wanted to do, but there were only so many supplies. Absent from the map though, was the location of the bunker rats and Mr. President.

Jerry sat on his bed and sighed. It was a sorry state of affairs, but America had managed to make it this far. He leaned against the wall while still sitting on the bed, and looked at second regional map, but this one had many more holes where tacks had been. In his mind, he could play back where the tacks had once been, form a kind of rough record of the migration of the Zulus. One of the few things the rats did to assist Jerry was by using their satellites to track the hordes and call down positions for the liaisons.

He leaned forward on the bed, causing the metal beneath it to creak, examining the map closely. One tack seemed to stand out. Standard behavior for the zombies was random, unpredictable movement, unless they'd found prey. Hordes might move forward, but they'd move slowly, haphazardly, even reversing direction to search a building that had already been searched. But this tack didn't have the usual shaking, random movement. It moved across the mental map in Arlenta's head quickly and smoothly, as if it were chasing prey over the course of days. Perhaps more unusual was that another horde had run into it, and the two had merged. It seemed some dumb ass was somehow goading the zombies onward, making them follow him. There were cases of nutty survivors who thought they could lure a massive horde into a trap.

Arlenta pushed the thought from his mind, put on his gear, and stood in his room. He'd been stationary a while, something that orders said was a bad idea. Stay moving, stay alert, stay safe. Perhaps it'd be time to move on soon. He considered moving today, taking down the maps, but he eventually decided not to, and left to patrol the perimeter.

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« Reply #15 on: January 23, 2011, 09:41:53 pm »
Carson skidded to a stop outside of a gas station and slowly wheeled the bike over to the burned-out storefront. He lifted it over the counter and set it down near what remained of the register before removing a pen from behind his ear. Grabbing half of a dollar bill, he scrawled out a message for the next person who found the bike. Smiling to himself, Carson pulled out a hand-rolled cigarette and lit it with his lighter. He'd finally gotten to see some zombies for the first time in a while during the ride and now that he was nearly in the city, things were going to start to heat up. Adjusting his pack, Carson stepped out of the store and headed down the sidewalk, into the city proper. It was a short jog down the main avenue and then a right at Columbus Street. The last time he'd visited Fort Solitude was about eight months prior and the path was pretty clear.

With measured steps, Carson carefully picked his way through an old row home to avoid a pair of zombies prowling about on the street outside. He peeked out into the abandoned back yard and hopped a fence to find himself alone in an alleyway. At the far end he could see an ugly pink house which was the marker for Columbus Street. He hurried along quietly and slipped onto the quiet street without much trouble. It was all very strange, the silence, and Carson didn't like it.

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Re: City of the Dead - RP
« Reply #16 on: January 24, 2011, 11:23:26 am »
They drove slowly through the city streets with Mickey taking pot shots at the odd shambler from the back of the pickup, it was a silver Toyota bolted all over with steel plates and converted to run on the fuel they produced back at the fort. There was also a mounting on the back for the MG3 usually kept up on the shop roof, and that came in handy on a trip like this. Creeping up 3rd avenue they caught sight of the small horde gathered outside of the small department store where their friend was obviously hold up. The reason the zombies were there was obvious, there were quite a few dead bodies, as it seemed mostly people who weren't even armed, and some fairly fresh looking zombies too. Mickey guessed this was probably what had become of West Falls, which wasn't very far off from here.

A quick burst of acceleration caught most of the crowds attention and Mickey quickly manned the gun, firing controlled bursts into increasing crowded intersection, the truck plowed through several of them as Mickey tossed a few molotov's over the raised walls of the flat bed. The object wasn't so much to kill them all (that would waste valuable ammunition) as get as many following as possible. Freddie slowed down slow enough so they were moving at just the right speed to keep most of them in close pursuit while Mickey sat in the back and picked off the runners. Grabbing the radio mic in the cab Freddie tuned into Terrance's radio frequency to give him his instructions, which hopefully he'd hear over the commotion below.

"We need you at the bottom of that fire escape in five minutes, we're picking you up!"

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Re: City of the Dead - RP
« Reply #17 on: January 24, 2011, 03:18:07 pm »
The sound of the large gun echoed for blocks and Carson heard it loud and clear. That was probably where all the zombies were. He ducked into the shadows and a few stragglers made their way toward the commotion. Pulling the rifle over his shoulder, Carson peered down the scope for a moment and then continued down the street. He walked cautiously for about five minutes until a barricade blocked his way. It certainly hadn't been there before and it seemed to be holding back a rather large group of the dead. Peering through a crack, Carson spied a silver pickup truck speeding about, attracting the horde. He had no idea what was going on but it was definitely something. Reaching up, Carson flipped his radio on and scanned through the channels until he found someone describing a similar scene.

"-ottom of that fire escape in five minutes, we're picking you up!"

A rescue! Of course. Keeping his back to the barricade, Carson peered back down the empty street and pondered the situation. He could just walk away and leave things be and not have to worry about whatever was happening. But he was already right there... maybe there was something he could do. Taking another long drag from his cigarette, Carson pulled his radio close. Thick, white smoke came out of his mouth as he whispered into the mic.

"How's it going, strangers? The name's Carson and I'm just passing by on the other side of the barricade... you need an assist? Got a rifle and can play ball if you need me. Otherwise I'll just move along."

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Re: City of the Dead - RP
« Reply #18 on: January 24, 2011, 04:12:45 pm »
Arlenta was patrolling the perimeter of Fort Solitude when his ears picked up on the unmistakable sound of heavy MG fire. It wasn't too far, but he couldn't be sure. The buildings in cities had a tendency to act like tunnels for sound, channeling through the roadways. Made it more difficult to figure out exactly what direction it was from, but the MG was pretty freakin loud. Whoever was firing it, either didn't realize it'd bring the hordes down on them, or intended to. Not only that, they were practically throwing away ammunition on an inaccurate MG. Oh well, perhaps it was the possible nuts that were leading a horde around... perhaps they'd lead them into the trap.

He turned on the radio strapped to his pack, and started slowly turning the dial through the different channels, seeing as how organized survivors tended to favor radio to stage ambushes. Suddenly, his radio picked up, "-ust passing by on the other side of the barricade... you need an assist? Got a rifle and can play ball if you need me. Otherwise I'll just move along."

Arlenta brought the mic to his mouth, "This is Specialist Arlenta of the Army, currently in Fort Solitude. I can be there in a few minutes if you end up needing backup, or just would like my assistance. Just need a location... your MG gives me a pretty good idea though." He calmly walked towards the gate, and motioned to be let out. No need to concern the Solitude people with the troubles of a few meager survivors. Following the sound of the MG, he started to jog quickly towards it, whether they wanted him to or not.

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Re: City of the Dead - RP
« Reply #19 on: January 24, 2011, 04:55:23 pm »
"Yeah, this is O'Conner and son from the gun shop. I wouldn't worry about us bringing down the horde, they were pretty much all here when we arrived, but I'd stay out of Columbus street for a while. We're just down here to help out a friend, sorry to be so gung-ho about it."

About three blocks away from the department store Freddie pulled a sharp left into a narrow alley-way filled with old furnishings and rubbish, practically a kindling jackpot, but sheltered enough between the tall brick walls of the surrounding buildings to keep a big fire hidden. With not much time to waste mickey tossed another molotov into one of the scrap piles before the zombies caught up and the duo sped off again just as the horde was being goaded into the narrow opening. That'd kill off at least a few. Mickey layed off the MG fire for now, he'd done all the zombie goading he was cut out for today, instead he clambered back into the cab and picked up the radio.

"Whats the situation up at the department store, can someone clear it up enough so we can make the pick up. Also, Arlenta, I think I found our guys from West Falls."




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Re: City of the Dead - RP
« Reply #20 on: January 24, 2011, 06:20:09 pm »
As soon as he heard that, he immediately drank the last of his coffee in one gulp and started packing all of his supplies and equipment into the hiking pack and duffel bag he had. Several dozen shotgun shells and a few pistol clips were already in the duffel for ease of access and to keep them in one place. He turned back to the radio and switched it to O'Conner's frequency.

"O'Conner, I got all my supplies and gear packed and I'm ready to go. Whats the holdup?"
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Re: City of the Dead - RP
« Reply #21 on: January 24, 2011, 06:48:05 pm »
"Ahh... hey it sounds like you've got enough help. I'm just going to make my way to Fort Solitude, they're expecting me."

Carson let go of his radio and wandered down the length of the makeshift barricade, away from the scene.

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Re: City of the Dead - RP
« Reply #22 on: January 24, 2011, 07:10:33 pm »
Arlenta was distracted by his thoughts. He radioed to the nutty survivors, "West Falls got Zulued... Odd. Screw ups should be rare after two years. Anyway..." He turned a corner and suddenly spotted Carson a bit down the road. Arlenta waved for a moment, a rare sight in the city, an almost full-gear soldier, minus a few less useful armor bits he'd abandoned long ago. Though, the occasional insane survivor or raider made him still value his torso armors.

Carson distracted him for a moment, but he quickly sank back into thought, considering the possibility that West Falls might've fallen to that unusual horde, though the idea seemed unlikely. Somehow the zombies had done it, someone accidentally left a gate or door open, maybe one snapped and let the horde right in. He looked back at Carson, "Headed to Solitude?"

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Re: City of the Dead - RP
« Reply #23 on: January 24, 2011, 07:21:36 pm »
"Yes sir. Coming from Scruggs. Said they needed a tech to fix something... so here I am!"

Carson took another puff of his cigarette and tossed the roach aside. Smoke came out his nose as he sighed.

"I offered those guys help but they more or less ignored me. Little noisy over there anyway. What're you doing out here?"

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Re: City of the Dead - RP
« Reply #24 on: January 24, 2011, 07:26:29 pm »
Arlenta shrugged, "Was going to go help, but it seems they have everything under control. Things are rather quiet around here usually." He turned around and started to head back to Solitude, less concerned with the 'tech,' and more concerned with the loss of West Falls, "Do you know anything specific about what happened to West Falls? Besides the evidence I just received."

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Re: City of the Dead - RP
« Reply #25 on: January 24, 2011, 08:02:04 pm »
Narrowing his eyes at the soldier, Carson stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"Nah sorry, don't know much about that. Lost a fuel supplier, that's pretty much it. There were always tensions up there anyway."

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Re: City of the Dead - RP
« Reply #26 on: January 24, 2011, 10:09:06 pm »
Arlenta grumbled to himself, "Guess I'll have to look into it myself then." As they walked, his mind turned to another issue, "Have you noticed any unusual Zul- I mean zombie movements? Like perhaps a horde or pack of them all moving in one uniform direction, without chasing prey?" The Specialist stopped walking and scratched his chin, Maybe I should go back... just to observe the horde, see if it's different than normal.

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Re: City of the Dead - RP
« Reply #27 on: January 24, 2011, 10:17:55 pm »
"No, I can't say that I have. In fact, we haven't seen much of any zombies out at Scruggs. Last sighting was over two weeks ago. Just hope we aren't getting rusty... haha. Haven't fired a shot in a long while."

As they walked, Carson lit up another one of his cigarettes and exhaled a long plume of white.

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Re: City of the Dead - RP
« Reply #28 on: January 25, 2011, 08:36:12 am »
"Just coming up on your position now, i hope you've kept the route clear for us"

The truck pulled up right beside the fire escape, Freddie grabbed a machete and climbed out of the truck to help Terrance into the vehicle. Once the few remaining zombies had been dealt with silently, to avoid attracting the horde they'd just lost, Freddie climbed in the back with the new guy and Mickey drove back towards his shop.