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It was the evening after the influx of new arrivals. Serena yawned and paused to stretch as she made her way down one of the empty hallways. Rachel was gone with Hayes and the nurse Analia. Serena didn’t like her sister being out on runs but she trusted Hayes to keep her safe. And if he didn’t she would hurt him….badly. Today she had again been an usher. Helping the newbies to and fro but thankfully everything was now done and everyone had an idea of what their jobs here would be. Serena was tired….but bored as hell with both her sister and her friend gone.
She sighed and stuck her hands in the pockets of her jeans. Her rifle was slung loosely on her back and wobbled to and fro as she walked. Her long blonde hair hung down over her shoulders and back and her pale blue eyes looked almost transparent in the harsh white lights that were installed in the stadium halls. She contemplated heading back to the vip area and crashing on one of the cots. But perhaps she should check in with the main man to let him know that the newbies were taken care of. She could do with a little eye candy for some sweet dreams.
She grinned and moved towards the office that was his own. Pausing to knock at the door. Most everyone was starting to settle down for the night now. Some were eating…some were showering...and some of the more tired ones were already asleep. But Serena didn’t think Marcus would have hit the hay just yet. She stood and waited for him to answer, leaning towards the door she spoke. “Hey Marcus, its just Serena….was just gonna give you my report before I kick my feet up.”
Post by Marcus Wayne Robertson on Oct 8, 2016 22:45:18 GMT -5
It had been such a long exhausting day for Marcus, so much had demanded his attention in what had been just a few hours, but now that evening had finally arrived, the people were settling in for night and many, including his children, had gone to bed. Having locked himself inside what once had been the COO office of the stadium, he took the opportunity to sit behind the desk and unwind with a small shot of whiskey.
Looking out the huge window that covered the entire wall to his side, he could see how the silence descend on the community, and how the stars above began to appear on the night sky. It was beautiful, it was peaceful, and he found solace knowing it was just the beginning. So long he kept the place running; his children would have a safe place to call home.
After the Hive fell, he had thought it nigh impossible to achieve the things he had accomplished, yet here he was, lucky to call himself a survivor. Thanks to everyone who believed in him, they had managed to pull through the tragedy that occurred. Hadn`t he rallied them at the darkest moment, then who knows what would have happened, maybe he then would have been trying to survive on the streets right now. Contemplating life and everything around it, he relaxed against the chair he sat on, feeling the need to stretch his feet on the table.
Then suddenly there was a knock on the door, followed by a female voice he recognized as Serena`s. What she intended was quickly explained when she choose to reveal her intention, and for a short moment he debated to send her off, thinking it could wait till morning, but on second thought he figured it would be more than enough to do then, so why not do it now. Slightly annoyed to not be left in peace, he replied with a loud enough voice so she could hear him. “Alright, I`m coming, hold on!”
Standing up from the chair, he walked on over to the door and unlocked it. Turning the handle around he opened it barely, though once he caught eye on her he lot it stay wide open, such that she could step in whilst he walked back to sit. “You got an odd timing of doing this Miss Simmons, but let`s get this over with, shall we?” He said with a smile looking her way, and then grabbed the shot glass, swallowing the liquid empty in just one sip. Picking up the bottle, he refilled it and grabbed another glass from beneath, which he scooted over to her once full. “I take it you may want some, go ahead.”
The door was locked…and Marcus didn’t sound very enthused about her business there. Not that she could blame him really…the guy had a lot of responsibility on his shoulders…And from what the guards had told him that chick that escaped had knocked him on his ass pretty hard. She slipped inside when the door was opened and took in the tired expression the man carried. She moved to perch on the edge of his desk as he spoke. Her feet ached from all the walking she had done…and these hard ass floors didn’t help anything. She smirked a little at his comment before quickly forcing a fake frown.
“And here I thought you’d be happy to see me….” She said, seemingly hurt but eventually a smile broke out across her face. He poured himself a shot and she watched as he poured a second before offering it to her. Damn…the man was attractive even when he was tired and grumpy. She couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t have a woman here at Yankee…Maybe he had some big deep dark secret..maybe he still mourned the mother of his children. Serena didn’t know. She didn’t really delve into the lives of others….Getting too deeply attached was a recipe for trouble.
“Gladly.” She said before taking the shot and downing it. She sat the glass back on the desk and felt the burn of the liquor down into her chest. “Mmmm….if you weren’t pretty much a monk I would think you were trying to get me drunk….That had a kick.” She gave him a warm smile but then with a sigh she did what she came here to do in the first place. “All the newbies have been checked out, none of them are physically or mentally considered a danger and the majority have jobs or duties lined up already. Everyone is bedded down and what not…settling it….that was pretty much it..Oh…and my feet fucking hurt….I blame you for making me play tour guide. “
She sighed before a sudden urge to stretch made her stretch her arms overhead, her slender body arching before she settled back down and a soft yawn passed her rose petal toned lips. She didn’t even get to take a nap today…it was a travesty. She looked over at Marcus and let her mind drift for a moment. She had never really spoken to him while they were at the hive….She was always busy….But after the hive fell and Hayes brought her and her sister to Yankee it was nice to see a familiar face in charge. A familiar handsome face at that.
“…It must be hard, running this place…..I don’t see how you handle all the pressure.” She looked down at her empty shot glass. One of her fingers sliding around the sticky rim. “I guess a good drink helps though.” She sucked on her bottom lip a moment, tasting the strong alcohol that still warmed her throat. Serena never was one to beat around the bush…not for long anyway. And she’d had her eyes on their sexy leader for a while now. She slid off the desk with a soft sigh, moving behind his chair to let her hands settle on his shoulders. Her fingers pressed against his skin while her thumbs pressed against his back and made small circles through his clothing. “But…..a good massage always helps me relax.” She said softly, her hands shifting a bit to another portion of his back. She leaned in, her breath already smelling of liquor when she spoke but a breath away from his ear. “How’s that feel?”
Post by Claire Byrne on Oct 9, 2016 10:04:20 GMT -5
Claire trudged through the wrecked cars among the road with a concentrated look engraved on her features. Her dark hair was tied behind her head blowing lightly in the breeze that cooled her arms from the extreme heat radiated from the sun. There was a heavy weight on her shoulders from the time she spent gathering intelligence on the growing groups near the Hive. But rumors reached her one way or another and she’d heard of the untimely disruption of the Hive but she’d also heard of a new community that had grown from the unfortunate events. A community had been growing and thriving at the Yankee stadium. Having no fuel and no vehicle Claire kept to walking with her bag slung over her shoulder, her clothes dirty with mud and blood from walkers she’d disposed of on the way and a dull pain in her side.
Besides the groups of survivors she’d met scavenging the local shops and homes there was in increase in assholes who preyed on the weak. Claire had been caught of guard and a knock with a baseball bat had left her side bruised and tender. Nothing she couldn’t handle though. Her boots left heavy steps in the road as she neared the stadium already seeing the towering structure in the horizon. No doubt there would be soldiers guarding every entrance, perhaps she knew some of them but then again perhaps she knew none of them. So she quickly checked the ammunition in her possession and kept them close just in case. There was no use sneaking around like a criminal so she opted to walk towards the gate with a confident step in her walk, a stiff glare in her eyes and a thin lipped frown. She’d seen the shooters lined on the roof, they hadn’t shot her yet so she stepped fully from behind a vehicle she didn’t recognize but it seemed recently used.
Her palms faced towards the structure in mock surrender as she stepped into the open facing the guards with a cocky smirk on her lips. “Hold your weapon properly soldier, you won’t even get a shoulder hit like that” she told a young soldier who approached her with his rifle raised.
“Fucking idiot” she muttered to herself with an incredulous shake of her head. She met his gaze with a strong authority however and told him in a clear, threatening voice.
“I’d like to speak to whoever the hell is running the show. You might want to radio that in before I shoot my way through” she saw shock on the guard’s face but she paid no mind to it “I want to know what happened to the Hive” her eyes flickered towards the gate hoping to gain the attention of the man in charge. There was no use speaking to idiots who couldn’t properly handle a simple weapon.
Post by Marcus Wayne Robertson on Oct 9, 2016 18:24:29 GMT -5
When she entered the office saying she thought he`d be happy to see her, he smiled at the notion thinking it rather amusing. Not because he had anything against her personally, but cause she took such pride in herself. It could not be denied that she was beautiful, and it was no doubt in his mind that anyone would find themselves lucky to have her, although at this time and hour he moreover wished to be left alone than anything else.
As he sat down in the chair, waiting for her to accept the shot of whiskey he offered, he glanced across her before taking a quick sip of his own, turning it upside down on the desk once done. Soon as she took hers and swallowed its liquor, he could immediately tell by her facial expression alone that she liked it.
What she said next however made him chuckle, cause she said had she not known him better, then she would have thought he tried to get her drunk intentionally. If things had been different, then perhaps he would have, but right now he was only trying to be friendly, not wanting to seem selfish keeping the bottle all to himself.
Once she briefed him on the status of the newly arrived people, he learned that they had passed check-up, and that they now were settling in for the night. Although when she mentioned how her feet were hurting because she had played tour guide, he shook his head knowing she would be fine. “We must all contribute to make the community great.” He answered stern with a smirk, recognizing that she was just teasing him.
Then surprisingly she choose to stretch out right in front of him, leaning against the desk reaching her arms over her head, arching her long slender body for him to see. Amazed by the view, his eyes went up and down her figure, wide and big not really intending too. Sensing a strong draw to her, he couldn`t avoid but to feel uncomfortable in the situation, uncertain how to handle it. When she sat down again and turned her gaze in his direction, his focus went to her lips whilst she spoke and uttered how difficult he must have had it.
Before he knew it, she was up and about standing behind him, touching his shoulders as if she was going to give him a massage. And sure enough, she did. “Oh! Oh um…yeah, mmm…” He expressed stressed at first, before finally giving in to her touch. Feeling her hands rub the worst tight spots on the back and neck, he enjoyed the massage she gave and as she leaned in to whisper in his ear, the hair on his arms stood up. “I…heh, it’s good, I feel good…you are very talented.” Having difficulties focusing, he took the opportunity to try and relax.
Meanwhile at the gate, the guards noticed a suspicious individual approach, a female who carried herself with dignity and when she spoke, she spoke volumes of authority that anyone would listen too. The guard who confronted her fell in immediate awe and fear, as if he coward just thinking about what she could do.
“Um, eh, yes. Yes ma`am.” The nervous guard replied to her comment on his stance, how wrong he held the weapon he was supposed to carry with care. It didn`t exactly turn any better when she called him an idiot, though remained too afraid to answer her back. When she caught his gaze and threatened him, he almost pied his pants, though nodded nervously in return backing off slowly. “Please don`t shoot! The Hive?! What, what you mean what happened? Don`t you know?” He answered nervously, not sure if he should be the one to tell her. ”The man in charge, um, yes…of course, I`m sorry, yes I`ll do just that, um heh.” He smiled nervously, pressing the button on his radio whilst he held it to his lips. “Eh, we got a visitor here, one female who request to meet Mr. Robertson. Over.” The guard mumbled quickly.
“Please repeat that, we couldn`t hear you private. Over.” Central answered.
“I, I…I said, we got a visitor, a guest wanting to meet Mr. Robertson. Marcus, our leader. Over.” He continued, getting more and more nervous by the second it got delayed.
“Roger that, stand by. Over.” They got told to wait, which he knew the woman wouldn`t like.
Marcus was an odd one…He didn’t have a woman…or a man for that matter, that she knew of anyway. But he was resisting her playful advances at every turn. It was only when her fingers began to knead his back that the man started to relax. She smirked when he said that it felt good. Feeling like she had finally torn down a small part of the proverbial wall that he had built around himself. When his shoulders finally dropped down a little and he didn’t fell like he was going to bolt out of the seat at any moment she decided to make her move. She leaned in while her hands were still at work on his back, her lips pressing softly against his neck before lifting. Moving up a bit more. And then her teeth just barely grazed his ear.
Her hands slowly moved from his back to slide down inside the collar of his shirt and down his chest. “And this?” She ask as her lips moved back to his neck. “I don’t think you like me very much Marcus….” She murmured against his skin. “Maybe…I’m just not your type…” A soft sigh slipped past her lips and down the vulnerable skin of his neck. Sometimes being a tease was the best action to take. She slowly pulled back from him until she was standing again. It was about that time that there was a knock on the door. Serena turned back to give Marcus a small smile before she slid out into the hallway past the waiting guard.
She moved towards the vip section, having every intention of crashing and getting a few hours of sleep. Briefly Rachel entered her mind…Her sister didn’t often go on missions….But she would be safe….right?
Post by Claire Byrne on Oct 10, 2016 6:00:54 GMT -5
Claire could see the fear in the guard’s face, she wondered if the others carried similar expressions or if they remained as stoic as soldiers used to be when she was still in training. Her fingers tapped lazily against her leg as she watched him closely, his words caught her off guard though. Obviously what had happened to the Hive was worse than she thought it was, these men were aware of the events but she wasn’t. There was no use confronting them about the situation, she wanted to speak to the man in charge, she’d see him no matter their suspicions of her. “I wouldn’t have asked if I knew” she told him with a stern look. She wouldn’t let her guard down around strangers, none of them would see the layers of confusion just underneath the surface.
She lifted her brows as she listened to the guard falling over his words, Claire’s eyes followed him closely as he spoke into the radio. By his words she heard of the leader’s identity, half of it anyway. She couldn’t recall a man she’d met named Robertson before. Her eyes rolled quickly as the words came through to the guard, he quickly requested the same with an equally nervous tone to his voice. Marcus, she pondered on the name unsure of what she expected. His men seemed loyal though, that meant a lot in the world lately.
She tapped the tip of her boot against the ground beneath her feet as she sighed, there wasn’t any time for waiting. So she held her hands back against the sky in surrender and walked past the guard talking loud enough so the rest of the men could hear her voice clearly “I’m no threat to your community” she told them swiftly watching as they aimed their weapons “and so help me if you open fire” her feet carried her closer towards the gate when a bullet shot close to her feet in warning. She lifted her gaze to look at the guard who had fired the shot with an impressed smirk.
“Good aim, that’s how you hold a rifle. Bad move on your part though” her eyes were stern and annoyed standing still to the spot. She was tired, hurt and her patience was running out. If she only knew just how close their leader was…
Last Edit: Oct 10, 2016 6:01:33 GMT -5 by Claire Byrne
Post by Craig Dean Mathews on Oct 10, 2016 10:48:07 GMT -5
Craig was up on top of The stadium looking down on the front entrance to the stadium, He loved his new job, just sitting and watching, alone and without a worry, it was bliss...
He was sitting in a chair, with a pint of fireball resting next to his foot along side the small but decent sized cache of rounds for his 30-30, with the but of the gun on the ground and his right hand holding it up, he used his left to reach down and grab the bottle and took a drink, he searched for the cap but couldnt find it, he was just gonna have to be careful with it, Craig set the bottle down under the chair so he didnt kick it as he noticed something moving in the distance, he then grabbed his binoculars with his right hand then grabbed the radio from his belt with his left and pressed the button with his thumb holding it near his mouth he said
"Marcus, it looks like theres three people coming out the apartment building across the highway, theres a young girl and a older couple, looks like the girl is about seventeen, eighteen maybe?, they dont look like trohh-" he paused as he seen a guy tied up and another behind him "just seen another come out with someone, looks like they got a hostage... should we try to help him?" he asked as he put his binoculars down and grabbed his gun, still holding his radio in his left hand he attached it to the Velcro on his belt and kneeled down, he picked up his gun and held it up, getting a bead on the blonde man he waited for an answer from marcus
Wade had taken Marcus up on his offer to join the community. Not just for the sake of rest, but for the sake of Stacy so she could have a chance to settle down, get off the road and breathe easy for awhile. She must've been scared shitless that whole time out on the road with him. And the fact was he wasn't sure how much more walking his knee could take. He had just found the truck when Dudly fucking Do-wrong shot out a tire and rendered him all but fucking stranded. With a heavy sigh he sheethed his knife and decided to give Mr. Rogers and the welcoming committee the benifit of the doubt. Maybe they were just protecting themselves. They looked like a jumpy bunch of shitheads and it actually surprised him they were still alive as scared and nervous at they looked. You don't see scared to often now days. Now days, everyone you meet is hardened steel with a sharpe edge ready to rip your fucking throat out at a moment's notice but oh well, beats fending off the dead and fighting foryour life. Upon entering the stadium Wade was immediatly depressed. In the years before the great panic, when the world was still the world and shit was normal. He would have never set foot in this place being a die hard Red Sox fan, but now he looked at this place as if it was Noah's fucking arch here to help him weather the storm and keep his head above water. God dam. He thought. Couldn't sink any lower with cinderblocks tied around my god dam ankles. Stacy seemed to be adjusting though. The place wasn't half bad actually. Defenedble location, high points for look outs, though he doubted if anyone in this place knew how to fire a gun. And the leader here was softer than baby shit and greener than baby shit as well. That had to change, but Wade was going to wait awhile before throwing his influence around. He was known to be..... what's the word? Passionate about his opinion on how things had to be handled and he thought for dam sure that Mr. "We want to help you survive" wasn't the guy capable of making the tough choices that kept people walking around and not shambling around with their fucking limbs falling off!
Wade stretched a bit. His back was sore. He opted to sleep out in the bleachers up in the cheap seats. He wanted solitude. Stacy was his problem, but she wasn't his flesh and blood daughter. That was a lie. He could tell her what to do and she would sometimes ignor him outright. Defiant rebellous youth. He told her to stick close to him and she decided to sneak off and explore while he was sleeping. He looked around and started to panic when he noticed she wasn't beside him, but his heart slowed to normal when he saw her on the feild talking to what looked to be another kid. He smiled a bit. So there really were other kids here? He was so god dam exhausted when he got here he just found a nice quiet place to be alone and stayed away from everyone. Stacy had wanted to see about the other kids here and low and behold she had found them. Wade hated kids, messy little creatures who were good at two things, asking stupid fucking questions and being reckless enough to get someone killed. But Stacy was different. She couldn't defend herself but she wasn't helpless. She was a good scavenger, a good kid in general and even though she wasn't "really" his daughter he had come to see her as such over the last three years they had spent just "surviving" together. Wade stood up from his uncomfortable chair and started to make his way down. He wasn't going to outright introduce himself to anyone just yet. He was going to just observe. So far he wasn't very convinced that the people here could do dick to keep themselves safe let alone Stacy, but the stadium itself was an incredible find. It even had power and everything. A tip of the hat to Tegan Lyell and her suicide climbers who got the park up and running right before the hive fell at the very beginning of this butfuckery. Wade didn't know Tegan and chances were he would never meet the lady. He was dealing with Marcus, and so far the man did not impress Wade. In fact, Wade thought very little of Marcus despite Marcus' bringing them into the fold. He saw his leadership as a joke and knew that he was ultimately not fit to be in charge, but it wasn't his party. It was Marcus's and Marucs was stupid enough to put Wade on the guest list. Wade wouldn't try and take over things ..... Yet. For now. Wade was just going to observe.
Last Edit: Oct 10, 2016 17:54:21 GMT -5 by Deleted
Gavin wiped the sweat from his brow and looked down at the mangled amalgamation of twisted broken bone and wet dangling limbs. A knife in one hand and a framing hammer in the other. Both covered in blood. The red sheen on polished silver making the crimson aftereffect dance in the light. He wasn't so much trying to preserve the two men as much as he was trying to make them unrecognizable. These two were not special. They lacked anything that made them more than mondane, unextrodinary and useless. But.... They were good for spare parts and it was fun to vent a little of his frustration... He was still angry that the Musem was left unsecured. Though it turned out for the better he still perfered his men to be more competant than that. He figured taking out his anger on these two was more productive than senslessly killing his own people.
Gavin set the hammer down on a table and tucked his knife away back in it's home before he walked out of the room. His grey shirt now covered in blood. Blood streaked his face, dripping down from the worry lines in his forehead and off his smiling cheeks. Gavin walked out into the main lobby of the musem and noticed that Darrius was still mucking about with the spotlight. Appearently he hadn't finished fixing it after all because it shorted out again. Gavin sighed and shook his head before he picked up his backpack with his mask hanging off of it and grabbed his rifle. Gavin said nothing to his men and walked out the door. They knew when he was quiet that ment not to say a freaking word or he would fly into a rage if he was in a bad mood you didn't want to take that chance. Gavin walked down the steps to the musem and started walking. As he walked he saw several subhumans (what Gavin calls the walkers ) lurking about. He walked passed them as if they were not there. One lunged at him and he simply stopped walking and let it fall on the floor in front of him. He looked down at it with distain. Such dirty beasts they were. It was a shame that this is what we become. He thought stepping on its back and using it as a stepping stone to get past it. He walked down the street causually dodging subhumans with simple sidesteps and a general lack of interest. That was ..... Until he saw yankee stadium. He saw people. Lots of people... How interesting. Such a nice little pool of potential parts so conviently close to homebase he thought with a inward smile. Gavin decided he needed to look more pitful than he did. They still hadn't noticed him yet. He held his rifle pointing down and started to stumble as he walked. As if he was exhausted and couldn't go on much longer without salvation. If they were the friendly sort he was good enough an actor to fool a few rubes. If not.... His blade was still hungry anyways.
Last Edit: Oct 10, 2016 22:01:49 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Marcus Wayne Robertson on Oct 10, 2016 22:26:46 GMT -5
When Serena came over and unexpectedly gave him a massage, he could have easily told her no, but didn`t. Instead he allowed it to happen and with her touch he almost fell into a trance, failing to notice what she really intended. It wasn`t until she grazed his ear with her teeth that he opened his eyes and realized she had been kissing his neck, though by then she had already taken it a step further by moving her hand down inside his shirt. Taken back by what happened, he tensed up feeling awkward, but in a good way, as if wanted it. Sinking down into the chair as she went on to kiss his neck further, he enjoyed it until she murmured and whispered that she thought she wasn`t his type.
Surprised by that statement he sought to open his mouth and speak up, but then suddenly she pulled away from him. Not long after someone knocked on the door and she went to answer, giving him a teasing glance on the way over. As she opened the door, a guard stepped forward with urgent news and she slid out passed him without another word. “Sir, someone at the front entrance want to meet you, says it urgent. We tried to contact you over the radio, but we figured you probably didn`t have it with you.” The guard spoke humble, waiting for instructions on what to do next.
“You`re right, I left it in my room. I`ll come with, no need to wait.” Marcus replied a bit embarrassed as he closed his shirt, only then to stand up and follow the guard out. When they reached the gate they could see a woman trying to enter, though apparently held at gun point. Frustrated by what he saw, Marcus called out for them to stop. “At ease soldier, no need for that! Let the woman in, I`ll handle this.” The nervous young guard nodded and returned to duty. “I`m Marcus, welcome to Yankee Stadium. I apologize for that.” He spoke with authority, hinting to the guards behind her.
“Sorry to interrupt sir, but we`ve spotted someone in the distance in need of aid. Craig, one of the new guys reported it in. Shall we engage?” The same guard notified Marcus, whilst he remained close and in contact over radio. “You may, send a team to investigate, be sure to bring Craig who spotted the incident.” He answered and the guard nodded, replying the same massage over to central, who then passed it along to Craig.
Meanwhile outside the gates the guard spots a suspicious figure approach, the snipers on the roof take aim as normal. “Hold it right there!” One of the chief guards yelled out, backed by two other guards behind him. “State your name and busniss.” The chief guard spoke stern, not showing any sign of backing down, acting tougher than the others.
(Craig you are allowed to investigate, npc the fire team you leave with if you want. Take a HUMVEE.)
Gavin still held his rifle aimed at the ground with one hand. He looked up to the voice of the man who seemed to be stern and not so gulliable. Still, if you bluff you must bluff big. Gavin's shoulders were slumped, his knees slightly buckled. The blood still dripping from his face. He looked behind him and the subhumans were gaining on him. Closing the gap. He wasn't actually woried, but for the sake of his performce he had to at least seem concerned about them. He looked back to the man with a worried expression. The body language of a man who was running out of steam, even though internally he was very amped up. His heart was racing. Not from fear, but just purely adreniline. A walker reached up to grabb him and he shoved him back stumbling back a few steps himself. It came at him agtain and he lifted his rifle. Holding it with two hands he swung it visciously to the side smashin the but against its face with so much force Gavin stumbled to a knee and lost his balance. His body heaved with heavy breathing and he grunted as another tried to grab him. He was actually getting angry now. Not that he was fighting them off but he was angered by the fact that he had to pretend such weakness. It was unbecoming of him. He put the rifle against one's neck that tried to grab him and noticed he was starting to get surrounded. He shoved it back with the rifle pushing against it's throat and pulled out his knife. Holding his rifle up with one hand he clutched the knife with the other. The handle of the knife pointing up and the blade lining against his forearm running down his arm. He held it like Michael Myers about to butcher his victims. The strap from the rifle dangled as he held it up with his right hand. Squeezing the trigger he release rounds in single shot fashion with one hand. A subhuman approached from his left and he buried his knife in his head and put his foot on it's chest before kicking it away; ripping his blade out as she shoved the corpse to the ground.
Gavin: You guys are welcome to step it at anytime!
Gavin yelled back to the gaurds who were just watching him. As if they were simply evaluating his abilities. Gavin dropped to one knee. Okay. They want to watch? Gavin fell back on his elbows. His knife slipped from his grip and slid away from him. He took a few more shots holding the rifle with two hands now. Every single shot a headshot. His marksmenship was on display and his will to live obvious. But then his gun jammed. He started trying to fix it as the walker got closer. Dam! He thought as it dropped to his knees. Before he could reach for his hammer one of the gaurds shot the thing in the head splattering Gavin's face with even more blood. At this point he looked like he was wearing a red mask. Gavin looked back over to the gaurds who were now all firing on the remaining walkers. The noise would attract more of them. Gaving grabbed his knife and rifle and ran to the gate with pure terror in his eyes hoping his performance would gain him entry to see the inside of their walls. All the while he was thinking about what this ment for his musem. He had to actually fight away the smile that threatened to spread and he kept his poker face looking terrified. When he was actually secretly delighted.
Post by Craig Dean Mathews on Oct 11, 2016 7:47:20 GMT -5
Craig Kept his aim on the blonde man until he heard Marcus's order over the Walkie, He then waited for a gaurd to come and take his place at the top of the entrance, Once the guard had come to relieve him, Craig went down to the bottom of the parking deck where the other guards were waiting for him, They then climbed in the Humvee, Craig got in the front passenger seat, and there were three in the back seat, one using the .50 cal.
They made there way out of the garage and through the street to the apartment building where Craig had seen the people. They parked out in front of the Building, Craig and The driver got out and walked forward a bit, The guard then Knelt down as he noticed something, It was bloody shoe prints, He Stood up and looked at Craig "I dont know about this" The Guard said but Craig ignored his warning and returned to the Humvee "We should go that way.. it looks like they went that way" "No we came to investigate and we did, i got a bad feeling and i was just about to get off duty, We'll come back tomorrow" Craig wanted so badly to help that guy, he didnt know him but he knew he would hope someone would help him if he was in trouble, but then he thought, what if theres a reason they took him? what if he's a piece of shit... Hesitatingly he Climbed back in the Humvee
On there way back they noticed Gavin, covered in blood, They then noticed the hoard approaching, this was bad... they had to do something "Get in front of the entrance Cant let them get to the gate, it wont hold for long" Craig said and so they did, once in front of the entrance the guard on the .50 Cal began mowing the walkers down keeping them from the entrance while the others climbed out of the Humvee and began assisting the rest of the group.
Post by Claire Byrne on Oct 11, 2016 13:18:20 GMT -5
Claire was pleasantly surprised by their leader, he appeared to be a well-mannered man with the correct values to lead a community. She would never admit that she found his appearance to her liking, he was handsome and there was no denying it to herself. She looked towards the soldier with a glare, somehow she knew later she’d make him run the extra mile just cause of his actions. She lifted her gaze to meet their leader’s with a stern look etched on her features. Claire knew she came across defensive and intimidating to most but that was the only defenses that helped her to move forward. Without her walls she’d be six feet into a pit of depression, the longer she was strong the more she forgot the ordeals she’d survived. The easier her daughter’s memory washed through her thoughts every morning before she closed her eyes.
“Lt. Claire Bennet” she told him quickly noting that the sun was beating down on her tired soldiers and she would prefer discussing their situation in private. Away from prying eyes. Her finger slid across the cold metal of her weapons, he didn’t look like the type to slit her throat once she was inside.
“We might need to have this conversation in private” she told him decisively, she’d definitely talk to him about the community he oversaw but she needed to know what had happened to her old home. The home she’d spent so long away from. Her eyes flickered towards his features, already deducting him as a man who meant the best for his community. When it came down to it Claire was an excellent judge of character, it was very rare that her opinion on a person wasn’t accurate. She laced her fingers into the pockets of her jacket before stepping past their leader with a smug smirk. Claire was nearly certain it wouldn’t take too long for him to catch up and lead her through their community.
Last Edit: Oct 11, 2016 13:18:52 GMT -5 by Claire Byrne
Post by Damen Smull on Oct 12, 2016 12:18:29 GMT -5
Commander Kern was down at the Maintenance area. He was cleaning his vehicle of all the body parts and gore off of it. His SMG slung behind his back with his side arm on his thigh. Once he was done washing the whole thing down, he would pop open the hood. He was checking all the fluids inside the engine. Everything was all green. Slamming it down, he would pull out a Cig and light it. The menthol burning it's way down his throat into his lungs. It felt good to him since it showed that he was still alive and breathing. Climbing inside of it, he would go into the machine gun 'Nest' for a turret since it was fully protected with three inches of steel and bullet proof glass. Checking the ammo, it was fully loaded.
"Well, this is all great to see. Better go around and see if Marcus needs me to do anything around the area or if he wants me to go out onto patrol." Sliding himself out of the turret and out of his heavily armored Vehicle that was twice the height and armor then the regular military humvee. Smirking a bit, he knew he had a great vehicle. Slamming the door shut, he would make his way from the garage towards the Stadium part of it. He was asking around where marcus was. Damen was led around on a wild goose chase just to find the man.
The cigarette had died out and was at the butt. Throwing it into an empty trash can, he took out another Cig. and lit that one. Eventually, he found Marcus, Finally. He was talking to someone about a problem that was going on. Standing with him was a Female who was in Military garb. He had caught her name as LT Claire Bennet, and behind her was a small group of soldiers. Walking up to her, he would extend to her a open hand to shake. "Commander Damen Kern. Nice to meet you LT, glad to see more of our military is still alive and kicking." Once those two were done introducing themselves, he would put his attention to Marcus. "Marcus, what do you want me to do? Need to stretch my legs a bit."
"...We will not go quietly into the Night! We Will Not Vanish without a Fight! We're going to live on, we're going to Survive" ~Damen's Beginning for his Rally Speech
Post by Rose Hawthorne on Oct 12, 2016 13:41:02 GMT -5
Rose had been having a great day, at least until she fell out of the second story window. she had exhausted most of the resources around the 34th precinct and was progressively getting further and further away from her makeshift home.her rifle was slung on her back and she was holding her Mauser broom-handle sweeping the flat she was checking for can food and ammunition
she sighed as the room she was in was clear. she holstered the German pistol and looked out the window. she saw the green walls of Yankee stadium and sighed"maybe that place is worth while to check out." she said to no one in particular. what she didn't expect was the rotten hand grabbing her shoulder. she turned and screamed as a biter hissed in her ear. she pushed at the biter as it pushed her against the window. the dry rotted wood gave way and she tumbled out, the biter growling and loosing its grip, toppling out after her and smashing its feted brains all over the gray sidewalk.
she hobbled to her feet, her normal limp now obviously more pronounced from the fall, the dull ache in her right leg throbbed, she was defiantly bruised. she checked her rifles scope and ammunition. she said a silent prayer thanking who or what ever was watching her for the scope not being broken. she held it at the ready as she limped her way towards Yankee stadium, figuring if it was empty it would be a nice place to sleep for the night so she wouldn't have to make the trip home with a bruised thigh and a ringing head ache.
she sighed as she walked from the side road to large parking area that was Yankee gate. She turned and saw a large amount of biters starting to surround a man fighting for his life she dropped to her knees and leveled her rifle, taking a breath. the man dropped his knife and fell to his knees firing with his gun. she feathered the trigger watching him. she saw his gun jam and the biter grab him. She leveled her cross-hairs at the biters head and pulled the trigger, the .308 WIN JSP round tore out of her barrel and blew a hole through the biters skull, spattering the meek looking man with the blacked rotten blood and brain matter.. she quickly swiveled in her crouched position and fired off the remaining nine rounds in her clip. each shot dropping a biter and thinning the herd. she shambled up and dashed towards the gate cursing loudly in Gaelic. the woman was an odd sight. she looked like a picture of a revolutionary war charge in her uniform and tricolor hat.. she held her hat on her head and dashed to the gates.
Last Edit: Oct 12, 2016 23:47:02 GMT -5 by Rose Hawthorne
Post by Marcus Wayne Robertson on Oct 12, 2016 17:59:27 GMT -5
With a stern and intimidating look the chief guard kept his distance from the suspicious individual, holding his weapon high and steady as he took aim, backed by two other guards who did the same. Seeing that the stranger was in trouble, chased by living corpses, they were told by central to stand down and do nothing when they reported it in. One being the reason he could already be bit, assuming such from the dark pattern of blood streaked across his face, and two because firing a gun would alert the others in the area. Not liking the situation, the guards in the back began to grow restless and felt the need to step in before it was too late.
When the sound of a gunfire suddenly rang out and echoed far and wide, the chief guard got annoyed thinking it was one of his men who had gone against orders. As he turned his attention to them, he realized that none of them had, but looking to the side, they found a woman not part of their community stepping in, dressed in what seemingly appeared to be a 1776 US minute men uniform. Watching as she continued to prep the remaining dead with bullets, they were given the go ahead from central to finally help out. With the first wave of corpses dead and dealt with, a bigger crowd appeared in the horizon heading straight for them.
The two strangers were told to make a run for it, hinting for them to get to the south-west gate where more men would defend them, whereas the chief guard and his two would cover their retreat. Firing on all cylinders they did their best to clean the street, though slowly began to back off the worse it got. Luckily Craig and his team arrived in the HUMVEE and with a man seated behind the 50. Cal, the entire herd was mowed down in two salve.
Just as the blood and gore covered man reached the gate with the woman in two, the guards immediately took them inside the entrance hall and began to strip search them for bites, demanding that they hand over their weapons regardless of what was happening outside, feeling confident they could handle it. If they had any wounds needing immediate attention, medic stood stand by just in case. If they had been unfortunate enough to get bit, they would have no other choice but to go back out. “Looks like you made it here just in time, don`t worry, you are safe now.” A man in charge called out to them. “What`s your names?” He asked, curious to get to know them better.
Meanwhile further down the hall, closer to east-southern gate, Marcus confronted the female newcomer. Hearing that she was a Lieutenant did not come as a surprise by how she carried herself and how she was dressed, though when she requested rather decisively that she needed to talk to him in private, he wondered what about. By the look of things she seemed rather confused, but something about her told him she was familiar with their set up. Perhaps she had been part of a nearby group, or maybe the Hive itself, he didn`t know, cause truth to be told he was still new to being a leader, and it hadn`t been such a long time since he joined the Hive himself when it stood standing.
With his eyes fixed on her, he grew curious on where she had come from, but waited with his questions until a better opportunity presented itself. Looking to the nervous guard in the back, he could see she had somewhat scared the man, which amused him slightly. As she brushed past him and stepped a bit further in, the guards who surrounded them sought to stop her, though thanks to Marcus he called them off and followed her, catching her smug expression as she looked to him. “Nice to meet you Lt. Claire Byrne, and sure, we may speak in private, but first I must demand that you hand over your weapons. Its protocol you see and I doubt my men trust me to be alone with a stranger who can easily kill me.” He spoke firmly walking to stand beside her before turning his face to hers, pointing at the weapon she held close.
Interrupted by Damen Smull who came up behind them, Marcus turned his attention to him when asked if there was anything he could do to contribute. Having read his file earlier, he had thought long and hard on what task to give the man. Now that he was there, it was time to make a decision. “Ah, Damen! Good to see you up and about, and surely I got work for you. Actually I could need a man with your expertise for what I got in mind. I need an eye on what’s happening at Riker`s Island, after the community known as Hive fell, I`ve heard reports of explosions down there, people looting what`s left. If you could be so kind, I`d like you to take a team and investigate, see what it`s all about and report back. Could you do that?” He asked waiting for an answer.
Serena was on her way back to the sleeping quarters. She had her walkie on her hip but had it muted. She was off her shift now. But there was a strange tingle down her spine that made her reach over with and eye roll and turn the tiny knob. Apparently the stadium had had to life. Radio transmissions were practically overlapping one another, and then she heard someone mention a herd….. “Shit!” She said to herself, looking over at that moment to see a man sleeping in an area that looked less than comfortable….But whatever floated grizzly adams boat….She had bigger problems…they all did.
She grabbed the strap of her rifle to keep it from bouncing on her back and took off towards the closest entry way. But by the time she reached the action it had ended. Walkers were piled everywhere in the graying light of evening and the strong smell of heated metal and lead assaulted her nose. She did however see a man and woman being escorted inside. The guy was attractive….reminded her of someone you would see behind a desk somewhere. The woman? Well….she looked like she was skipping out on a civil war reenactment. Well…ok then….Serena stepped closer, her blue eyes flicking to the man greeting them before to the duo. Assuming that they arrived together because that was how it appeared.
She pursed her pink lips and craned her head around to see the mayhem behind them. A small smirk eventually appeared on her face as she looked back to them. “You guys really know how to make an entrance…” She said jokingly.
Post by Rose Hawthorne on Oct 13, 2016 0:10:24 GMT -5
She glared at the man,"well, I'd probably tell you if you gave me my damned prosthetic back, you scared of a bleeding cripple." she grumbled as she sat on the floor. she was annoyed from being stripped to her bloomers in front of a bunch of soldier types. she was annoyed that one of those said soldier types had brought up the thought that her prosthetic could be used as a makeshift club.
She was even more annoyed that one of the other soldier types agreed with that sentimentality and took it away during the strip search.she grumbled and felt really unsafe without her weapons, ones that hadnt been further than arms reach in three years."and i want me guns and my ammo back as well, that pistols been through two wars and so help me fucking Badb Catha is there is so much as a bleeding scratch on it some poor fuck is crawling home to his mummy missing a testicle..." the angry Scotswoman's tirade ended a few minutes later with enough swear words spoken in English and Gaelic to make sailor blush.
at this point she was starting to regret saving the smiling blood covered man.he was unsettling and his smile didn't reach his eyes, not to mention it was just plain unnerving, every time she looked around the room she felt that mans smile boring into her skin.
she shuddered and went back to glaring.
she looked up as a blonde woman greeted her." don't look at me, im not with him. anyway blame the accountant over there, s'all his fault anyway."
Last Edit: Oct 13, 2016 0:13:50 GMT -5 by Rose Hawthorne
Post by Craig Dean Mathews on Oct 13, 2016 7:33:19 GMT -5
Once the walkers had been cleared the gaurd who seemed to take charge during this little run told everyone to stay in the HUMVEE, Craig sat and watched the man from the HUMVEE as he stood up, the driver grabbed his walkie and held it close to his mouth "Front entrance is cleared" he said before putting it back in its place on his belt, Craig opened the door and climbed out "Hey what are you doing?"
he asked but by the time he could get the words out Craig shut the door and made his way towards Gavin "You ok?, you arent bit or anything are you?" Craig asked as he approached the man
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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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.
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