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Post by Stephanie Harrington on Jun 9, 2016 14:36:40 GMT -5
"Oh, yeah, its' always good to hear what the boss wants," Stephanie said laconically, laughing quietly at Dillon's banter as they began to leave and wondering if - or when - Tegan would bring the hammer down on him; Dillon reminded her of one of her fellow survivors from when she first arrived at Rikers and for a moment, thought about him - what was his name again...ah, Kevin, that was his name, she mused - and how he was doing, whether he was still alive or not....but she put thoughts of the past back in the back of her mind and returned her focus to the present.
And speaking of the present, she thought, glancing over at Jessie, she held out her arm for her to loop her won around and said quietly, "Yes, we shall," a hint of playfulness in her voice as they followed Tegan and Dillon, "yes, we shall..."
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Jun 9, 2016 14:54:04 GMT -5
"Oh, thank you, Dillon," Tegan joked when Dillon offered her his arm; although she knew Dillon was pushing it there, for once it didn't bother her, figuring she'd talk to him in private about not undermining her authority like that after they headed out to see Daniel out on the diamond. Under the circumstances, though, she figured she could let her hair down a little bit, she mused.
Besides, it didn't do for those under someone's command to see their boss uptight & nervous as Tegan held her arm out so that the younger man could loop his arm around hers. For what it was worth, she actually kinda' liked the attention, even though she wasn't attracted to men - she'd long crossed that bridge years before - and it also reminded her of her own humanity, that for all her outwardly toughness, the silk-wrapped steel she'd molded herself into over the years, she was still a human being with all the emotions and thoughts everyone else had. Looking back at the others - and noticing Stephanie and Jessie were doing the same thing as well - she said, "Let's go."
Post by Brandon Cole on Jun 16, 2016 13:20:52 GMT -5
Standing outside near one of the Tundras', Bam looked around at the rest of his team of Scouts, all of whom were sitting on the ground, relaxed but still tense since none of them were out of the woods yet. Leaning up alongside Travis and Daniel, he had one thought at the moment: where the heck was Tegan's team of Scouts?
"Daniel, you think they got lost on the way here?" he asked rather jokingly; Daniel shrugged as if to say, 'well, you know Tegan...', but instead went, "From what Tegan said over the radio, they've got a bigger area to travel through, Bam, so its' going to take longer...they'll be here, though." Bam nodded in agreement; the 'thickest' part of the stadium was the central warren of offices, conference rooms and course-ways so naturally it'd take longer to get through there. "Well, I just wish they'd get here, boss, you know?" Bam said back to him, not out of insubordination or frustration but just out of simple expediency.
"They'll get here," Daniel replied to him, adding, "they'll get here...."
Fuck! Beckett thought, as he slipped off the curb and landed hard on his ribs. He was being chased by three hungry sets of rotting teeth. Beckett hadn't eated in days and his strength was all but gone. He was all alone now. His traveling companion Mr. Dark; who was invaluable in situations like these had gone on ahead to scout. Leaving Beckett to fend off the dead by himself. Beckett scrambled forward on his hands and knees rushing up to a parked car. The car was half on and half off the curb. Beckett's hand found the backdoor where the window had been busted out and reached to pull himself up. His hand digging into broken glass sending trickles of blood; warm and wet down his wrist. He didn't notice. His scared paniced eyes on the slowly approaching doom ahead of him. He had hanging from his back attached by a small bit of rope a saxophone, and that was the only possesion he had in the whole world. He was forced to leave his backpack with his supplies to escape the dead only yesterday. He lost his backpack and now it appeared he was going to loose his life. Where the hell was Mr. Dark, he always showed up in times like these to lend his bravery and his in the nick of time advice. Why was he leaving Beckett so helpless now. Beckett hoisted himself up and caught the first biter trying to take a chomp out of him. He wrestled with him as the other two quickly approached. Beckett barely had the stregnth to take on one, but three?
Beckett: "go away!"
Beckett cried weakly as he shoved the first one back. He turned and crawled through the open window of the parked car finding himself in the backseat. Suddenly a boney decayed hand reached out for him from the front seat. Oh Fuck! Beckett opened the back door on the other side and spilled out onto the sidewalk. He was running out of options. He scrambled to his feet and turned and ran, heading towards a stadium just ahead of him. Not knowing people were just up ahead only wanting to escape the dead.
Last Edit: Jun 16, 2016 15:44:36 GMT -5 by Deleted
Before Daniel could continue his thought, his radio chirped; unclipping it, he keyed the mic and asked what was going on. "Daniel, we got some guy out here, maybe 100, 150 yards out from Gate 4," the voice, on his Scavengers, said, "and it looks like--oh, shit! He's got three walkers nearby, Daniel!" Looking over at both Bam and Travis, Daniel clipped the radio back to his belt and reached inside one of the Tudnras', grabbing his Mini-14. "Bam, as soon as Tegan gets here, tell her I had to rush back over to the Maintenance bay; you're in charge until Tegan arrives, understood?" Without waiting for a reply, Daniel took off at a dead run towards one of the baseball diamond exits, hoping it was only just three walkers and some poor schmoe out there and not a horde coming towards them....
Beckett ran as fast as his legs would allow they were shaky and weak and he was just about spent! Beckett rolled his ankle and tumbled to the floor. He scrambled to his feet and tried to collect himself. Beckett stumbled into a street sign. Leaning against it for support he tried to catch his breath. He unslung his saxophone and held it in both hands. He smashed a walker trying to bite him in the face with it as his body heaved with every breath he took. Beckett wouldn't last much longer. The other two walkers tripped over the first one who was now in the floor staggering to it's feet. This bought Beckett precious seconds. He hobbled on his rolled ankle that was now screaming at him with every step. His hand bleeding worse leaving a trail of blood behind him on the sidewalk and down the street. His limp walk wasn't working it hurt to much, Beckett decided dragging his foot behind him as he hurried away would be less painful. So he moved as quickly as he could dragging one foot behind him. His shirt still covered with blood from the 7 walkers he took out a few days ago. His skin pale and greyish from lack of nutrition, his eyes sunken in on themselves with black circles beneath them, his teeth stained yellow. And now the dragging foot. Everything about Beckett would have made it hard to distinguish him from the rest of the dead. Beckett hurried, not knowing where he was running only what he was running from.
Beckett: "Oh, just let me get out of this!"
Beckett was now only feet away from the entrance to the stadium. He only hoped it wasn't locked up tight. He needed to duck inside or less he'd be eaten and torn apart. Beckett tripped over something in the street and fell.... hard. He tried to pull himself up. No time! The dead were on him now, he closed his eyes and waited for the teeth to sink in!
Last Edit: Jun 16, 2016 16:54:27 GMT -5 by Deleted
Running and scrambling through the maze of hallways and service tunnels that connected the diamond to the service entrance of Yankee Stadium took a few minutes, but as he got to the entrance one of the Hive's technicians was pointing outside, past the barricades at something. Taking a look at the situation, Daniel formulated a plan. "Okay," he said, catching his breath; even for a fit man such as himself in his early 50's, heavy exertion would still get you winded. "I'm going to run out there, grab him and bring him back here; no sense in letting some poor schmoe get chawed' on by a biter out there. Keep an eye on me and tell the Suicide Climbers to keep watch on everything," referring to his team of high-wire climbing specialists.
Without waiting for a reply, Daniel slung his Mini-14 over his shoulder and took off, climbing over the barricades and running at full stride towards whoever it was, hoping to get to him before the walkers got a hold of him...
Beckett had closed his eyes, but then quickly opened them when he felt something tugging on his foot. The first walker that had reached him had dropped to his knees and started chewing on his chuck taylors instead of the tender calf only inches above. Lucky break! Beckett kicked it in the face repeatly until it's bottom jaw swung loose. Beckett sat up on his elbows. He looked over and squatting right beside him was Mr. Dark his travelling companion. Mr.Dark was Beckett's imaginary friend; although Beckett thought he was a real life flesh and blood person. Mr. Dark was shaking his head in disappointment.
Mr. Dark: "I leave you alone for one minute and you're already trying to feed yourself to these drooling freaks? Get your ass up Beck and show these corpses why you still have a heartbeat! Fight damn it! Get the hell up and show me you want to live Beckett!"
The encouragement from Beckett's friend Mr. Dark lit a fire in Beckett. He found courage that wasn't there only moments ago. He didn't want to die being ripped apart by teeth and fingernails. He didn't want to turn and wander the earth drooling and feeding on the living. Beckett pushed himself up to his feet. He screamed as all the fear he had converted to unfiltered rage. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" He stomped on the back of the walker in the floor's head causing an explosion of chunks and grey brown gore. He looked up now; eyes seething as Mr. Dark proudly egged him on.
Mr. Dark: "That's right Beckett! Show me the killer within you! KILL! KILL! KILL!"
Beckett grabbed the first of the two walkers by the throat and shoved him back up against a car and screamed in it's face AHHHHHHHHH! Wild eyes staring at the dead thing. Beckett's face only inches away from it's. Beckett slammed it hard against the car and then opened the door; putting it's head in the way and slammed the door shut on it's head until it's brains showered his neck and chest. Beckett dropped the corpse and turned to see the final walker approaching him. He didn't even feel the pain in his ankle anymore, he was on an adreniline high. Beckett put his foot on the recently dispatched walker's back and grabbed it's arm. He pulled with all his might until part of it's rotten decayed arm broke off in his grip. That will work! Becket turned to face the walker that was now lunging at him. He held a gorey arm in his hand with a sharpe piece of bone on one end. Beckett plunged the bone into it's skull. The walker fell to the floor dead with an arm sticking out of it's face. The hand at the end bounced lazily as the dead walker's head jossled around as it hit the floor. Beckett collapsed to all fours trying to catch his breath, before rolling over to his back. His saxophone still on his back. A man ran up to Beckett and observed the carnage. The hand on the arm embedded in the dead walker's face seemed to be waving; as if almost to greet the new bald man. Beckett looked up and saw the man who had come to help.
Beckett: "Hi..... I'm Beckett..."
Beckett no longer needed his friend Mr. Dark, so he disappeared.....as Beckett blacked out.
Running like he was still the top running back on his high-school gridiron team, Daniel ran towards the man they'd seen, his first thoughts as he approached going between 'looks like I missed the party' and 'who invited the whirling dervish to the Bronx?'. Getting closer, he saw that the man, whatever his name was, seemed to be fighting them with an almost inhuman glee, almost like the man who hopped up on speed, crank or angel dust...three things Daniel had seen plenty of in his time as a corrections officer at Rikers'.
Eventually, he got to the man, only to find that there were three very dead - if one could use that particular term for biters - and one very unconscious but living man; after doing a very quick look-over to make sure the man hadn't been bitten or injured by the walkers, Daniel judged the distance back too far for even him to carry him; backing away a moment, he waved to the guards back at the service entrance, giving a series of hand signals - specifically, the ones for them to bring a stretcher out to his position; as a pair of Scavengers headed out, stretcher in hand, Daniel knelt down to check on the man once more to make sure he was still with them.
Satisfied all was in relative order, Daniel watched as they loaded the unconscious man onto the stretcher, then began following them, Mini-14 still slung around his shoulder, stopping a moment to pick up what he thought might've been the man's saxophone or some other musical instrument before continuing on back to the stadium, hoping and wondering and watching to make sure nothing else snuck up on them....(OOC: Unless there's any objection, Beckett, since in your last post, you blacked out, I assumed you were unconscious and had some of my people put you on a stretcher and bring you back to the stadium on it.)
"You always get visitors like that?", came a female voice loud enough to reach the hulking man driving the stretcher with a now-unconscious man on it, hoping the voice reached him before going back through the Main Gate into the stadium. The owner of the voice came out from behind one of the bulky trees near the entrance, effortlessly drawing a slender blade from the cranium of a zombie. With the zombie dead and her potential entrance into the stadium open, she felt no need to hide; she could easily just grace the man's shadow since he was lugging the stretcher inside, which would impede his sensory or reaction time a bit, but she felt it more healthy in a relationship to just make herself known. Flipping the knife skillfully along her right index finger to swing off any loose and lingering blood or brain matter on her blade before sheathing it just as gracefully, her dark hair swaying behind her in a slight unkempt mess with her dark cobalt eyes on the bulky man before her.
Before Daniel could get back to the relative safety of the stadium's service entrance, Daniel heard someone's voice nearby; drawing his pistol out, he saw a young woman who by all appearances had just dispatched a couple of walkers herself. Without waiting, he said, pointing towards the service bay, "Come with me right now! We can talk inside, but first, go!"
"Glad to see you aren't all brawn and no brains., the woman said before running past the man enough to grab hold of the stretcher, and helped him pull it inside; in doing so, she could move it inside and he could focus on blocking the door off, or covering it, which ever they did for protection.
"Thanks," Daniel replied as they brought the unconscious man inside the stadium and closed the gates down shut; as they set the man down, he added, "I may look like I'm brawn, no brains but you don't make it this far on brawn alone...anyway," he added, offering the young woman a handshake, "what's your name?" It wasn't that Daniel liked to make small talk - he didn't - but he figured that, given the situation they were in, why not?
"Relax, you big lug, it was a joke. My name is...Rita. Rita Simmons.", she said softly...what she gave him was a fake name, of course, but it did have some history to it, like school records, employment records, the like...she raised a hand to brush back some of her long black hair that lay unkempt behind her a bit before tilting her head aside, her form poised with an air of confidence despite being in the presence of complete strangers.
While she spoke, after she had gestured her hand towards him in a sort of "and you?" manner, not one to be rude off the bat, but she was curious...after all, the big lug really was quite handsome, most likely her type, even. All would pan out in time, of course.
"Daniel Hayden," he replied, smiling and thankful his attempt at humor worked; kneeling down next to one of his Scavengers, he asked, "How's our first mystery guest?"
"He's doing alright," the man said, "unconscious for now, but he's breathing and got a pulse, so its' good." As Daniel got back up, grabbed his radio and switched it back on. "Pontius, how're things looking up there?" he asked one of his climbers, perched outside on top of the stadium's office annex. "Good, good," came the reply, "nothing going on at the moment but a bunch of dead walkers lying around outside. No walkers moving anywhere around as well; still looking, though."
"Good, keep an eye on everything; spot anything out of the ordinary, tell me, okay?" Daniel asked, switching frequencies and keying the mic once more with his other teams; once that was done, he cut the radio off to conserve juice and went to talk with everyone, checking to make sure they were good on everything: ammo, food, batteries for their radios, even cracking a joke or two to lighten the mood, though inside he was wondering what else was going to happen today.
Beckett woke up in unfamiliar surroundings. His world came spinning back into focus in short bursts. First his eyes had to adjust, then his mind had to comprehend what was going on around him. He was...... well he was somewhere, he just didn't know where. He was laying down. What had he been doing last? Nothing but blurry distorted memories. Beckett tried to sit up, but he was being held down. Wait..... was he moving? He was on a gurney of some sort. He was being transported down a long tunnel. At one end of the gurney by his feet pushing him was Mr. Dark. Beckett allowed himself to relax a little. His head was swimming as he laid his head back down. If Mr. Dark was with him Beckett knew that he could relax. Nothing bad ever happened when Mr. Dark was around.
Mr. Dark: "You just relax Beckett. You're not out of the game yet."
Beckett: "I killed them. I killed them all..... just like you showed me...... i survived...."
Beckett was talking to his friend Mr. Dark who was not there, the only one's to actually recieve this message was Daniel and the new arrival. Beckett was not even fully aware of their presense. Beckett's weary head laid back and he watched as the ceiling above his head slowly zipped by. His eyes lazily began to shut, as he was drifting in and out of consiousness, only waking up for a briefe moment to find reassurance in the fact that his great protector Mr. Dark had not abandoned him. Beckett was tired..... He could sleep for days.
Last Edit: Jun 17, 2016 18:00:52 GMT -5 by Deleted
"Not too weird, I guess. The guy is an adult and still has an imaginary friend, I guess. That, or he's crazy; I don't want whatever he has.", Risa quipped as she stepped back from the stretcher-bound man, and crossed her arms over her chest softly, looking around before focusing her beautiful steel-grey eyes on the bulky man she had just met, the man named "Daniel", and decided to be polite this time; he did let her in without incident, of course! So she stepped forward and extended her leather-gloved hand lightly towards him, her other hand on her hip as she stood before them.
"Pleased to meet you, by the way... I don't know what I'd do without you...you letting me in, that is.", she said softly, not seeming to care if she sounded weird, she caught herself after all.
Last Edit: Jun 17, 2016 18:15:50 GMT -5 by Risa Buie
"Pleased to meet you, ma'am," Daniel said, shaking her gloved hand with a firm handshake of his own; before he could say anything else, one of the others informed them that their other guest was mumbling something incoherent. At least he's alive, Daniel thought, maybe off in Bellevue land with the rest of the skells, crazies and whack-a-loons, but alive's a start. Kneeling down to the strapped-down man, he gently shook the man's shoulder, ready to bolt to the side with anything happens. "Hey, buddy, you alright?" he asked.
After shaking the man's hand, finding him to be quite sensible and kind, not to mention handsome, she let her relatively smaller hand slip from his when he turned his focus to the man strapped to the stretcher and leaned back against the wall with her arms crossed, looking around lightly out of curiosity since she had not been there before. She wondered just how much of the stadium was being used for a hangout spot, she wouldn't be surprised if there were survivors playing out in the field right now. Only one way to find out, and that would be to go and explore.
With this in mind, she glanced back at Daniel silently, debating whether to wait for him--notably the more safe and legit option since she would be under his jurisdiction--or she could go off and sneak around, possibly get shot and killed, something that was always on her "risk" list no matter what she did alone.
Beckett felt a soft nudging on his shoulder. He looked up to see a bald man calling him buddy and asking if he was alright. Why would he be asking that? Why wouldn't he be alright? Then he remembered everything. The thought burst into his mind like a lightening bolt and he tried to sit up, forgetting he was restrained. He had to check he had to know; he turned to the man with fear and panic in his eyes.
Beckett: "Was i bit?
Beckett didn't feel any particularly agonizing injuries at the moment though his whole body seemed to be in a consistant dull throbbing ache. He just needed to know if he was bit when he blacked out in the street. Beckett searched the man's face for an answer and after not seeing a horrified "how the hell to i break it to em" look on his face, Beckett let out a sigh of reliefe. He wasn't sure how he could live if he had gotten be on the arm or the hand. He heard stories of people amputating to stop the infection, but if he lost his arm, he'd just assume put a bullet in his own head. He wouldn't be able to play his beautiful saxophone. HIS SAXOPHONE! Beckett's fingers stretched and searched around the gurney where ever he was able to reach and he breathed yet another sigh of reliefe as he felt the familiar cool metal beneath his fingertips. It was by his leg, the man who rescued him had thought enough to grab Becektt's saxophone. He loved his music and the music actually served another purpose. When Mr. Dark was upset or in a particuallry foul mood and wanted to bring about death and destruction to everyone and everything in his path and ordered Beckett to kill everything, Beckett's weak willed mind had no choice, but to obey. Mr. Dark held all the power over him. However; he realized that by playing his saxophone it actually soothed Mr. Dark, his sax calmed the bloodlust in Mr.Dark's unforgiving mind and Beckett was able to avoid a violent outburst. Beckett's saxophone playing was the only thing that could stop it when Mr. Dark flew into a rage.
Beckett: "Whe.... where are we? "
Beckett looked up to the man who saved his life. He was greatful. He then noticed a woman on the other side of him, how had he not noticed her until now? Beckett was not the greatest at observation.... sometimes his mind got.....fuzzy. That's why Mr. Dark always tagged along. He helped Beckett think more clearly, when he was prone to panic and rash actions. Mr. Dark, still pushing the gurney from down by Beckett's feet smiled at Beckett and gave him a wave. He stopped pushing and stood there watching Beckett get wheeled away. Mr. Dark watched as Beckett was wheeled around a corner and then he was gone............ Beckett was all alone with his new aquaintances.
Last Edit: Jun 17, 2016 20:40:33 GMT -5 by Deleted
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5