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Post by Francesca Bodkin on Oct 20, 2015 9:26:44 GMT -5
As the stream of people and vehicles steadily trickled past the now open wall. They were greeted by what appears to be walkers being released from a car park. Fran's view was a bit disepheveled by her people's movement blocking her line of vision. A loud command blurring suddenly through her radio from the overseer of protection. The redhead hadn't managed to see him since they had left the island but his oresence was clear as her blue eyes watched a large section of the convoy break off to deal with the straggling undead.
Fran kept a worryful eye making sure the walkers didn't get past as guns kept firing at goons. Hearing someone on her radio speak of possible friendlies spotted on their rear. Father young women conciderin the possibility of it. That bitch did say that they had slaves so maybe it was somebody else wanting to get people. The pale young women shook her head of the distraction as a bucket wizzed past her face. Snapping all her attention to her current situation. Stepping out of the vehicle in haste aiming her gun at a few under past her conrads.
Post by Roman Hughes on Oct 20, 2015 13:25:32 GMT -5
Roman kept hearing gunfire and was now starting to notice people were opening fire on the streets, apparently those slaver assholes pissed off more than just them. But he didn't want both sides to start firing at them thinking they were working with each other, so he reached around the dashboard and grabbed the speaker phone for the megaphone on the side, clicked this and coughed a bit to make room for radio dj impression before giving the announcement.
"Helloooo!! New York!! This is Rome and the Steph bringing you live music and bullets in an undead soul. If you happen to be a cool cat without the need to enslave, feel free to step out the way, but if your not step on up to get either some liquid retribution or infront of the bumper for some Red Justice.'
Last Edit: Oct 22, 2015 13:15:06 GMT -5 by Roman Hughes
What the ....? Daniel thought, hearing what sounded like some post-apocalyptic DJ yelling nearby; looking over, he saw it appeared to come from the same general location as from where he'd heard that woman's voice earlier. Ducking down as a quick fusillade of bullets came winging by, he looked back over at them and thought, "We've got the same opposition in front of us," pausing his thought to fire several rounds at the mooks in front of him, Jamie and the others.
Looking over at Jamie, he called out to her. "See the firetruck down there? About sixty, seventy meters down from us? I think those are friendlies down there, not from the Hive but definitely friendlies...I'm going to run down there - shouldn't be too hard; there's cover between us and that one group," pausing to knock down a pair of mooks with headshots, "so it shouldn't be too dangerous, all things considered. Anything happens to me, Jamie, remember what I said going in earlier," getting up for a moment to give the area one last survey before adding, "I'll be back, Jamie; hold the fort here, okay?" before taking off at a dead sprint for the firetruck.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Oct 20, 2015 14:55:28 GMT -5
"Helloooo!! New York!! This is Rome and the Steph bringing you live music and bullets in an undead soul. If you happen to be a cool cat without the need to enslave, feel free to step the way, but if your not step on up to get either some liquid retribution or infront of the bumper for some Red Justice.'
"Just another day in the Big Ole' Rotten Apple, huh, Roman," Stephanie yelled out with a full Bawlmer accent, dropping a mook with yet another shot of water from the firetruck's water cannon before switching over to her pistol and dropping another mook. As she was going back to the water cannon, she caught sight of the other group that'd been firing at the same group of people that'd her and Roman were firing at. They can't be bad guys, she thought to herself...before she had time to tell Roman about them, she saw one of them start breaking in a dead run towards them. "Roman, hold up," she yelled, "we got someone running up towards us from behind. I think they're on our side as well," figuring that if whoever was running towards them had been firing at the same people they were firing at, they had to be friendlies of a sort. "Keep watching the front, Roman," she added, "I'm going to get that crazy nutter's attention." Turning back towards the stranger, she started waving a closed fist back-and-forth in the air, yelling, "Hey, bald guy, over here," a few times in the hope of getting his attention, adding sotto voce, Stephanie Jean, you better know what the fuck you're doing here....
He heard how Vince said the other guy probably lost it. Kevin smiled at him. “Guess you are right.” He replied softly. Then all of the sudden Kevin heard the gunfire and some screams. He felt some panic, but stayed strong for Vince. He could hear the other guy replying, but for now he only focused on Vince.
He listened as Vince said they had to go, they would not die in that prison cell. “Sssssh, it’s alright, we’ll get out, I’m not going to let anyone else do something to you.” He said as a tear ran down his face, only cause he knew he was powerless. 'No.' he thought. He got up, checked for guards, and when he saw it was safe he tried to kick against the cell door, more specific to the spot where the lock was, hoping the it would break under the pressure. He could hear the other guy telling his name and some other stuff. But Kevin kept kicking, he needed to get them out, the cell door of his cell and the others seemed pretty old, it was only iron bars and probably a very old lock. “Arg!” Kevin yelled. “I will get us out babe.” He said looking at Vince. Then he walked as far as possible to the end of his cell, he ran foreward and tried to bash the door with his shoulder. It hurt like hell and still wasn’t open, but he once more stepped back and tried again. After the third time the lock broke, the door slammed open and Kevin smacked to the ground. Which only proved the lock was very very old, cause if it was in good shape Kevin wouldn’t be able to break it.
For a brief moment he was unconscious, but he slowly opened his eyes. He tried to get up, but felt a little dizzy. He touched is forehead and felt a little wet spot, as he looked as his fingers he saw the blood, luckily it wasn’t much, which meant it was only a small wound. He stumbled to the cell door off Vince, leaned against it and softly lowered himself, sitting down on his ass. He looked at Vince, pushed his arm through the gap in between the bars, he would finally be able to touch Vince. He made sure he raised his good arm, cause the other one was a bit painful, well at least the shoulder was from the bashing. “Now at least I can make sure nobody hurts you.” Kevin said with a bit pain in his voice. “And I’m sure if I can regain my power, I can get you out.” He said softly.
Vince heard the mystery voice fire back, but kept quiet. Vince didn't have the energy to even stay awake, let alone talk to a crazy guy. Vince foccused his eyes on Kevin, watching the man he idled.
Kevin had fear in his voice when he talked, it was hidden, but Vince knew it was there. He would fight for Vince all he could, or die trying. Vince sat up straighter and looked at Kevin speak.
Again Vince, feeling weak didn't go on. Instead only managed a few words. "I know we will."
He watched Kevin bash into the door, again, and again. It wasn't until Kevin broke the old lock and fell back that Vince reacted. He moved to his knees and his face was stricken with fear. Kevin wasn't moving, Vince clenched a fist as his hand stretched out for him. "Kevin no. Get up, please."
When Kevin stsrted to move Vince moved back down. Watched Kevin move forward, and sit across from him. He saw the outstretched hand and reached out to grab it. he couldn't say anything, no words could describe the. Joy from holding, grabbing onto Kev. "It will be okay. It will be okay." He smiled, but looked down with his eyes.
Kevin felt Vince his hand touch him and it sort of gave him a boost. The happiness even made his eyes watery, he was so glad he could feel Vince. He heard how Vince said it would be ok and smiled. “Yes it will baby.” He said softly as he tighten the grip on Vince his hand.
They sat there for some minutes as he heard how Vince asked if he could see keys on the wall or something. Kevin let go of his hand, bit through all the pain and got up on his feet. “Arg, damn.” He said as he used his one arm to rub the opposite shoulder, it hurt like hell. “I’ll find them for you, I will get you out.” He spoke softly as he stumbled closer to the wall, nearly falling again. Kevin carefully looked around it was so dark though, so he walked a bit closer. His eyes scanned the wall and a smile appeared on his face as he saw a ring of keys. It was next to the door which was also the exit of the room. Kevin walked closer and just as he was about to grab them the door opened. Fear filled his heart as he saw a guard. “What’s this!” The guard yelled. He seemed to have no gun, Kevin wondered for a sec what was going on out there, all the noise and gunshots only grew stronger as the door was opened. But it was good that it was chaos, cause Kevin could handle a guard that forgot his gun, cause of all the chaos. “Trying to escape are we?” The guard asked with a smirk on his face.
Kevin shook his head and grinned. “No no, not trying.” He said looking down. “We are doing it, not trying.” He said looking back up with a bigger grin. Then he rushed foreward and planted his fist on the guard his cheek. That took care of the smirk, but the guard wasn’t giving up that easy. He got back up and charged towards Kevin like a bull, bashing his shoulders in Kevin his stomach. Kevin winced in pain as he fell to the floor. The guard grabbed him by his throat and lifted him up, smashing him against the wall slowly trying to choke him. Kevin struggled the best he could, but he couldn’t get out the grip, his vision was slowly getting blurry. But then he saw Vince in the cell and he knew he had to go on. He reacted by smashing his hands to both the ears of the guards, which caused him to let go of Kevin and grab his ears while screaming. Kevin coughed a little and stumbled towards the man. He grabbed the guard his head, and smacked it against his knee, which he lifted. The guard fell on the floor, clearly in pain, with one last kick in his face, Kevin made sure he was unconscious.
He shook his head and slowly felt his power going away. He leaned against the wall and slowly made his way to the keys using the wall to keep him from falling. When he reached them he grabbed them and threw them in the prison of Vince. Then stepped a little further closed the door once more leaning against the wall with one arm. When the door was closed he placed his back against it and lowered himself sitting down, slowly closing his eyes, but fighting to stay awake.
Post by Michael Guarnere on Oct 21, 2015 16:19:53 GMT -5
Mike headedup flight after flight and tied a few doors shut. They were three floors away, and a door above opened heading upwards. He stopped and placed a hand back towards the others to signal that they stop. He listened hearing they were headed to execute the prisoners in the block. Mike shook his head and unslung his rifle looking to Alfred
"We need to stop them... and get OUT. Tory, be on watch at the rear... Things go wrong sneak out the way we came. Nobody knows your here." He could sense that such talk may upset a character like Tory so offered re assurance.
"Kid... Its okay. Don't worry about us two gunslingers. Steph and Roman will wait for you."
Lucy was now on the fifth floor and had her plan set out. She was ready and roughed her clothes and hair up slightly. Once she had found her balcony she would wait on her knees holding her wound. The only attacker from the Rikers group who would recognise her was Fran, and Lucy was smart enough to know overseers didn't lead combat.
One of the enemy leaders would approach and she could strike. She had three guards hidden in the room and one with the girl Becky. She was ready for Fran. She also had Four Guards aimed at the door to the stairwell ensuring whatever disturbances from the basement to the cells did not interfere.
Lucy had set the trap. She was a wounded damsel in distress and somebody was her next victim.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Oct 21, 2015 22:02:53 GMT -5
Watching the bald guy running towards them, rifle in hand, Stephanie's first thought, humorously enough, was that the guy looked a little too old to be out running these streets; as he drew closer to her and Roman, she pointed over towards the mooks still firing at them - along with the occasional walker that menaced around some ways off - and yelled at him, "Bring your people up here; we could sure use the help!" turning back around to drop another mook with the water cannon before scattering another with a blast from her shotgun. Turning back towards the bald guy, she added, "Well? Bring them up here! We're fighting the same people, aren't we?"
The dirty blonde nodded in response as she fired at a zcoupl f walkers shambling towards them as her fellow Hive members were shooting at guards. Watching from a distance as Daniel ran down to the red fire truck before turning to the nearest soldier and telling him to cover her. The man nodded as she duct down and began speaking to the red headed overseer ahead of their convoy. "the people in the back you have been hearing about are friendlies but seem to have a little bit of dumbass" Judging them in their rediculous intro despite her usually relax nature. Turning the device off before squinting her blue eyes watching their conversation
Al continued his way up the steps, checking every door he came to. Nothing particularly interesting stood out for the most part. Just empty rooms and more stairs. Eventually he found a long hallway and heard someone pounding at a door. "Hey, I think I found something." He said, stepping into the hallway. "Hey, Kevin! Kevin you in hear!" He said in a shouted whisper, rifle raised in case of an ambush.
Last Edit: Oct 22, 2015 17:35:20 GMT -5 by Deleted
Vince heard the fighting outside, people yelling, more shooting. It was chaos, he just wanted to hold Kev, to go home. He wanted to be safe, just one more time. It was all he asked, but he knew they could never be safe, not anymore. He looked watched Kevin get up, saw the pain. They were both hurt now, no way they'd be able to stumble out of there. "Don't push yourself to hard," he said with a slight smile, "I still need to be able to hold you when this is done."
When the door opened fear filled Vince's eyes. "Kevin run," he shouted out watching the guards. He watched kevin punch the guard, probably hurting his hand doing so. Then the guard striked back, knocking Kevin to the ground. Vince pushed himself up agaisnt the bars. "Get off of him," he screamed, pounding his fist agaisnt the cage. But Kevin fought back, harder agaisnt the guard.
Vince caught the keys, barely able to sit up to unlock the cage himself. He fumbled with the lock, his eyes Watchig Kevin. "Stay awake babe, keep fighting." Vince pushed open the cage door. His body burned with pain as he pulled himself forward. He stumbled toward Kevin and collapsed beside him. His hand went to his and he just held it, leaning against him. Vince rested his head on Kevin's shoulder. "Say awake," he repeated, "please."
He heard a voice calling for Kevin, but he didn't answer. It could easily be a trap, he just needed to be with Kevin, let it sink in.
Post by Tory Bournell on Oct 22, 2015 18:26:19 GMT -5
"Kid... Its okay. Don't worry about us two gunslingers. Steph and Roman will wait for you."
The color drained from Tory's face as Michael gave his instructions, but she paid close attention nonetheless. "Ok,"
She didn't feel like bringing up the fact she didn't know which way to go in the sewers or that she didn't even know where to meet Steph and Roman. Those problems seemed minute with what was ahead. What if they get to Kevin and Michelle first? She wanted to cry, but she held it in as she followed Michael and Albert from the rear. They had to stop the guards and there was no way she could afford to stop for a break. As they closed in she held back, watching behind them and waiting to see what happened, preparing to run at the first sign of trouble. She hated the idea, but it made too much sense to disagree.
Albert opened the door and called out. Tory held her breath from around the corner behind. Why is he talking?...What if the guards are in there?! Where'd they go?!?
Kevin heard how Vince said he had to keep fighting and then vaguely saw how Vince was able to get his cell open. He did his best to stay awake, but sleep would be so good now. Kevin felt how Vince rested on his shoulder and grabbed his hand. “Th…That…fe…fe…feels so go…good.” Kevin spoke softly trying to smile. He heard how Vince kept telling him to stay awake , as weak as he was, he slowly tried to lift his arm so Vince his head would be on his chest. He smiled even more as he softly felt his head touching his chest. “I love you.” He said softly.
Just as his eyes once m ore nearly closed again, he heard a voice. Ge heard his name, for a brief moment he felt panic, but then he remembered the voice. 'it can't be, are they here? did to come to safe us?' Kevin thought. “Albert.” He coughed. “I’m here!” he tried to yell with his last power. “In here!” he tried again. It wasn’t loud but he did his best and hoped Vince would join the yelling, or even the other guy, that was still locked up.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Oct 22, 2015 19:22:04 GMT -5
Why do they have to be idiots. She thought on it briefly rubbing her temples with her thumb. "Plan stays the same. We get rid of these people and if they want to assist then fine. Otherwise thenplan stays the same." She said with a sense of command as her pale hands turned off the radio. Exiting the vehicle just her blue eyes heard the sound of many foot steps and the yelling from many mouths. Firing her gun at the guards on the upper floors of the law firm covering the enitial wave as they shot their way in through the windows before the next wave folowed about another. Finally Fran followed in the rush with her fellow survivors aiming at the roof as the previous invaders manage to send the guards on the ground floor upwards. Wiping the seat from her brow wondering if it was the action or the nerves chewing at her. Listening to the overseer of combat and security tell groups her people what to do. Telling them repeatedly that they shouldn't shoot slaves but don't let them out of your sight without questioning. Out of the corner of her eye Francesca though she had seen Maxwell run to the stair case with a few others all adding more noise that combined with the shots they still were firing outside.
"Plan stays the same. We get rid of these people and if they want to assist then fine. Otherwise thenplan stays the same."
Hearing Francesca's voice over the radio, Daniel quietly swore and switched off his radio as Stephanie suggested he bring the rest of his people up to their position. Thinking about it for a moment, he quickly nodded; reaching down to switch the radio back on, he changed frequencies and keyed the mic. "Jamie, its' Daniel," he said, ducking down behind the firetruck for cover, "bring the rest of our people up to my position here," standing up for a moment to wave at Jamie, motioning to her, "bring 'em up here right now. We'll fight from this position."
Leaving his radio on, he looked up at the woman, who was blasting away at the bad guys with both the firetruck's water cannon and a few times with her shotgun. "Name's Daniel," he said, trying to add a moment of levity to the situation, "what's yours?" getting up again to wave towards Jamie and the others to tell them, get your asses up here right now.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Oct 23, 2015 14:33:38 GMT -5
Leaving his radio on, he looked up at the woman, who was blasting away at the bad guys with both the firetruck's water cannon and a few times with her shotgun. "Name's Daniel," he said, trying to add a moment of levity to the situation, "what's yours?"
"Stephanie," she said, nodding at the bald guy. Pointing down towards the front of the firetruck, she added, "That's Roman, he's driving the firetruck, I'm simply," pausing to drop a mook with the water cannon, "keeping us safe." After a few moments, she asked, "So, you guys gonna' help us or what?"
Jamie listened to Francesca response causing the blonde to nod before firing the mini 14 at a walker shambling near. The sound of Daniels voice caught her attention again before stabbing a sham her that had grasped her arm. Rubbing it seeing no bite as she then hear Daniel ask her to move them over toward the fire truck. Biting her bottom her lip looking over at Daniel waving at them. A moment of hesitation overcame Jamie before her lips moved. "We're moving toward the fire truck." Pointing at the red vehicle. The others near by nodded before they all ran over. Shooting at a few walkers as they came over. Her eyes narrowed as she approached Daniel while crouching. "Fran told us not to interfere! The plan is supposed to stay the same." The blonde said nervously afraid that somehow this would fuck up things. Quickly her eyes noticed the people on the fire truck which made her laugh slightly helping her nerves. "Who are these dumbasses"
Post by Michael Guarnere on Oct 23, 2015 17:30:29 GMT -5
Michael stepped back against the wall tugging Torys shirt as he heard footsteps coming down stairs trying to get Alberts attention. Michael listened knowing that there were at least seven men coming down. He took out his rifle and slowly removed the safety. Gesturing to Tory to silently creep down stairs. He waited hoping Albert took cover in time. Being outnumbered they needed to take the initiative and set up an ambush.
Michael was trying to breath quietly and looked up at the door Kevin was behind hoping the guards would not open fire before he could act.
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