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Post by Michael Guarnere on Aug 18, 2015 11:27:17 GMT -5
Michael saw a door way and knew exactly what it was. The door to a fire station from the alleyway. They could enter swiftly and be inside before the attackers knew what hit them, he headed over and kicked the door in and once inside looked for something to cover the door. A book case. He stood behind and waited for the others to follow. This would be one of the more secure buildings in New York he figured "Tory, Steph, Alb, Roman... OVER FREAKIN' HERE!"
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Aug 18, 2015 17:07:47 GMT -5
He stood behind and waited for the others to follow. This would be one of the more secure buildings in New York he figured "Tory, Steph, Alb, Roman... OVER FREAKIN' HERE!"
Stephanie took off at a dead run, pausing to turn and fire a few more rounds at their attackers before finally making it into what looked a fire station; ducking behind a wall that was out of sight of their assailants, she glanced around the corner and yelled, "C'mon, y'all...get your asses in here!" watching to make sure they did get inside. Looking over at Michael, she added, "Michael, as soon as they get inside and we have those doors barricaded, we need to search this building from top to bottom, make sure there aren't any surprises waiting," running through her mind what needed to be done before they could secure themselves inside for the time being.
Post by Tory Bournell on Aug 18, 2015 23:35:06 GMT -5
Tory was hot on Mike's heels as they ran up the alley, the others joining them after a quick stop. She felt sick, her will and the danger behind them was the only thing that stopped her wobbly legs from surrendering to the warm pavement. Keep moving. Keep moving. You'll be alright. Kevin will be alright. Keep moving. Where's Michelle? She did her best to reassure herself with each panicked step as they ran, but it was impossible in the chaos that had become their backdrop. The shots continued to ring out.
As Michael cast open the fire station door and yelled for them to enter she was already ducking past the book case and inside. A backpack slammed against the hard floor and navigating through the darkness, the teen found an empty garbage can to bury her face in as her knees hit the concrete and all the knots inside her stomach surfaced.
Rising, the sight of a silhouette in the corner sent Tory reeling in reverse, but it didn't follow. Breathing a sigh of relief, she stood up with the others finished entering the brick house. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10 She was employing every trick in the book to stay calm. Never in her life had she been shot at; never in her life was she in this much danger excepting the day that had claimed her parents. Tory was afraid to lose these people as she had her last group.
Al ran into the fire hall, hoping Roman wasn't too far behind. He kept his rifle raised as he started to make a wide loop around the station. He wasn't looking for anything useful yet, just securing the building. He noticed stairs leading up to the second floor and made a note to keep an eye on them until things died down and someone could go properly investigate it. As he continued his round he caught a glint on the floor and, upon investigation, found a fire axe that had been left in the chaos. Knowing a weapon like that could be incredibly useful, Al shouldered his rifle and picked up the ax before returning to the others.
Post by Roman Hughes on Aug 19, 2015 12:31:47 GMT -5
"Keep moving I'll cover you guys, don't stop!"
Roman remained behind cover as the others ran, backing up their escape with a few pumps of his shotgun. He quickly ducked to avoid the volleys of bullets coming at him. He kept his head low as he ran for a car behind his previous cover, trying to find a way to get to the others. He looked around the corner to see the guys closing in, so he had to act fast.
"Run there and get shot and die.....or stick here, fight and die......Screw this!!"
He hoped all the track running would pay off as he holstered the shogun over his back and started sprinting down the little alleyway of cars for the firehouse. Bullets whizzed passed his head and he could hear his heart pumping fast as it possibly could. Once he broke through the alleyway of cars and had a few more steps to make it towards the door till...
"FUCK!!!"
He felt something hot, small, and painful as hell shot through his leg as he stepped through the firehouse door. He dove away from the door and clutched his leg in pain.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Aug 20, 2015 17:54:20 GMT -5
Looking around the fire station they were in, Stephanie knew they'd need to check every possible space - including the upstairs portion - to make sure nothing was lying in wait for him. Before she could do anything, the rest of the group entered the station...
"FUCK!!!" He felt something hot, small, and painful as hell shot through his leg as he stepped through the firehouse door. He dove away from the door and clutched his leg in pain. "Shit I got shot!!"
"Michael, Roman's hurt," she yelled, rushing over to where Roman was. "Roman, put your arm around my shoulders; I'll help you walk over there," pointing to where an interior wall was, "and we'll look at that leg, okay?" Looking around, she caught sight of Albert, who was now holding a fire axe in his hands. "Albert, help me with Roman here, okay?" adding as she glanced back at Roman, "you hang on, alright, Roman? Hang on."
Post by Tory Bournell on Aug 20, 2015 22:33:14 GMT -5
Tory's palm went up to cover her mouth at the sight of Roman's blood. "Hold on, I have a first aid kit." She stepped out of the way as Steph helped Roman past and bent down to recover her bag. They'll need water too. Quickly dumping its contents: clothes, cans, a flare gun, a water bottle, a a pistol, a knife, bullets, and boots; she grabbed the small white box she was looking for and careful not to look at Roman's leg, handed it to Steph along with her water bottle. "Here ya go."
Hastily and haphazardly repacking everything into her bag, with her gun on top, Tory used both hands to pull open the door of a fire engine and toss it inside. She hopped up to get inside and just sat there, her legs hanging off the edge of the seat. They were supposed to be gone by now, safe and across the bridge but now Kevin and Michelle were gone, and Roman was shot. The sound of walkers and more gunfire outside drew her attention and she instinctively controlled her breathing to try and make as little noise as possible.
Tory checked her gun over somewhat awkwardly and with a little difficulty made sure it was locked and loaded. She prayed she wouldn't have to use it as she watched the bookcase from her perch; in fact, she wanted to drop it and take a nap, never to pick it up again, but that wasn't the world they lived in. As the noise subsided, she set her gun on the dash and rested. With a sharpie and a piece of paper salvaged from inside the cab, the teen began to doodle a get well card. It's the least I can do...
Post by Michael Guarnere on Aug 21, 2015 12:56:19 GMT -5
Michael had ensured the door was shut and pushed the book case forwards. Its weight was incredible with the books and eventually it was over. He then grabbed a desk and pushed it up against the book case. They were now shut in and he took cover for a second behind the desk.
Listening whilst the others spoke. He heard voices and one bang at the door before gunfire began... yet not in their direction. The fire was being directed at some walkers which had been drawn by the noise. The attackers were leaving as the gunfire became distant. He heard screams from one which could only be assumed as his capture.
Michael then stood and began walking the perimeter seeing a few doors to other parts of the building which may be compromised. Maybe they could use this place for now as a base. Once they figured what to do about Kevin... or just leaving New York.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Aug 21, 2015 15:46:51 GMT -5
Taking care of Roman as best she could, Stephanie continued whispering to him, "You hang on, Roman, just keep hanging on," all the while noticing Michael walking the perimeter of the floor they were on...her assumption being that they needed to secure the building's ground floor as soon - and as well - as possible.
Satisfied that Roman would be okay for now - a dodgy proposition to be sure, given the situation they found themselves - she looked over at Tory. "Tory, watch Roman for us while we check the rest of the building," getting up and doing her own quick surveil of the area. Catching sight of Albert, she called over to him, "Albert, help me check the upstairs, make sure there's nothing lying in wait there," pausing to look around for Michael. Not sure where he was, she added, "Michael, should we check for supplies while we're at it?"
Post by Tory Bournell on Aug 21, 2015 16:31:19 GMT -5
"Alright," She wiped her face, not realizing that she still had tears running down it. Tory slid out of the truck and sat on the floor by Roman, making sure not to be near any of the blood on the ground as the other's moved to search the building. "How bad does it hurt?" She looked at him sympathetically and made sure to give him a warm smile. That must suck. "I think the people are gone now, it sounds like walkers outside."
"It's not Hallmark or a twinkie but there isn't much else to do for a distraction," she gave him a piece of paper, nothing special, it simply read Get well Roman! in calligraphy surrounded by stars, hearts, music notes and a mishmosh of other random symbols. "Did you need anything? I can grab it." Tory gave the bookshelf another glance, Mike had secured it but she was still all too jumpy.
It was surreal that just minutes ago they were running for their lives. That they were two people fewer. "Do you think Kevin and Michelle will make it back?" Tory hadn't seen what happened, she only picked it out from bits and pieces of them talking. Maybe Kevin fought off the attackers, he's strong...The teen held onto the notion that they might still knock on the door at any moment.
Al was testing the weight of his new axe when he heard Steph call him. "Upstairs? OK." He said, walking over to her, noticing Roman. "Is he gonna be alright? Once we have the place secure I could check him over. I wasn't a medic but I've seen a handful of bullet holes in my time." He looked around the cleared bottom floor of the fire hall. "Well, come on, lets go check the upstairs." He said, walking across the floor, not sure what he would find up there.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Aug 21, 2015 22:34:04 GMT -5
Walking upstairs along with Albert, Stephanie could feel her pulse racing - in her mind, the sooner they checked the upstairs, the better - all-but-feeling the weight of her steps on the linoleum. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she paused at the top of the stairs and glanced around; though things sounded quiet, it could just've been echoes from downstairs coming up through the building. "Albert," she whispered, "there's a long hallway with what looks like a dormitory-style room on one end, along with a couple of offices on each side of the floor. You take the ones on the right, I'll take the ones on the left." It sounded dumb splitting up to check the floor but to her, the quicker they checked, the better.
Post by Roman Hughes on Aug 22, 2015 7:52:05 GMT -5
"Jesus, Steph you starting to scare me saying all that. You should know they can't keep a clown like me doow!!"
Roman winced a bit in pain as she was taking care of the wound. Luckily it didn't hit any bone...he thought atleast, but it did shoot a straight hole through the meat of his calf. This sucked, now he couldn't move as fast as the others and might be a liability. The last thing he wanted to do is risk their safety and get them killed. Once Steph was done wrapping the wound, he looked up at Tory and couldn't help but grin when she gave him the card.
"Thanks Tory, this might be better than Hallmark, cause you made it and I don't got to search the web for understand that cryptic saying they give on all of them."
He chuckled a bit thinking he couldn't be gloom and doom, he was there to atleast make someone smile that day. He noticed she was a bit nervous and jumpy, hell who wouldn't after getting shot at and finding a friend hurt. All this adrenaline is for those crazy guys that leap out of planes and drive their bike over buses.
"Well, all I want you to do is to be that sweet cutie you are, and all be the same funny guy, pretending he didn't get shot. I might deserve an Oscar for that future performance."
Post by Tory Bournell on Aug 22, 2015 19:48:00 GMT -5
Despite the overall seriousness of the situation, he was shot afterall, Tory couldn't help but smile large and laugh when Roman called her a 'sweet cutie'. Is that even a thing? "Ya, you're pretty funny, but let's just hope you don't end up like Leonardo DiCaprio. Currently, I think I'm more of an uber mess than uber cute."
She noticed he didn't answer her question about Kevin and Michelle but didn't push it; it was probably for the better that they kept the conversation light until the others returned. Still, she wanted desperately for them to beat on the door or come to a window.
"So what novelty do you miss most from before all this? Hot Chocolate and iphones are pretty high on my list. Did you ever have the dark kind with marshmallows?"
Tory was just trying to pass the time for them both. Idle conversation provided a fun distraction from her fears and hopefully, helped keep Roman's mind off his pain. She wasn't sure if he had been given painkillers, or if Mike even had any, but she figured it was safe to suffice that his wound hurt alot. Tory giggled. "Personally, I'd give ten iphones for a mug of it."
She glanced at the bookcase again. Still holding up.
Post by Roman Hughes on Aug 23, 2015 7:58:18 GMT -5
"Haha that's true, I can swim either so instead of Titanic we'll be seeing Jaws."
He even gave a fake scream to sell it through, before laughing and looking at Tory. He was in fact avoiding her question about Kevin and Michelle, though right now he wished they were with them enjoying themselves instead of.....who knows what those assholes were planning to do. At the end of this, they will find them and their gonna walk out of there alive and well.....aside this damn leg. He tried his best not to look in pain as he leaned his back fully to the ground and putting his arms behind his head relaxing.
"Yeah, I miss those iPhones, loaded up so many music on them it wasn't even funny. Though I never had those chocolate marshmallows, just the normal ones for s'mores. But the one thing I truly miss, is to be able to kick back like this in my room, pull on my headphones, and listen to entire albums for hours."
He still has his headphones around his neck and lifted them off his head for her to see,
"That's stuff was food for my soul, luckily I can never forget them. Plus...it was always great to hear this with my friends. We would get so hyped up that we looked like we were ready to perform the song we were listening to by ourselves. We knew the lyrics anyway....heheh, still miss those guys."
Post by Michael Guarnere on Aug 23, 2015 10:19:11 GMT -5
Michael had been checking their defences until hearing his name. He unslung his pack from his shoulder and took a seat on an old style office chair "Well if you can find something to burn I have some canned food that would be pretty good heated. A water cooler would be pretty damn useful... Otherwise we just need to plan whats next"
Michael took his knife and pierced the lid of a can and smelt to be sure it was still edible. Leaving it to air out he saw what looked like a fire door hearing a sound from the other side. He approached and kicked the door open. Before he had regained his balance a walker started charging at him, only to be taken out by the returning door.
Michael then sat back stunned at what he saw... the vehicle storage. A few special vehicles and a fire truck were ahead of him.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Aug 23, 2015 13:18:42 GMT -5
Darting over to the left side of the hallway, pistol drawn, Stephanie braced herself against the doorjam, reached over and checked the door handle. Locked, she thought, leaning back to kick the door open with her boot, not anymore. Entering the office, she quickly checked every hiding place she could think a person could hide under - under the desk, inside the closet, underneath and behind the office sofa - and found nothing.
Going through the next office, she kicked down the door and searched it as quickly and thoroughly as possible, pausing to look through a large cabinet; as she rifled through what looked like various fire jackets and overalls, an idea started to formulate in her mind. Setting it aside for the time being, she reminded herself that there was still one more office for her to search, along with the dormitory at the end of the hallway. Hopefully, there's some more things we can use up here, she thought as she set the fire gear down and moved on to the next office...
Al was slow through his side. The first door was just a broom closet, nothing exciting. The second room seemed to be the phone room, it had more dust then the rest of the place but clearly had some use. A busted ham radio sat on the table in front of a long rundown switch board and a other odds and ends. The last room seemed to be the closet for the extra truck parts, and standing at the end of it was a man, dressed in full fire fighter attire. As he turned to face Al though, it became clear. This man who once saved lives was no longer living himself. "There had to be one." Al said, he took a few steps and swung his new axe over his head with as much force as he could put behind it, smashing it down through the walker's helmet and skull. Using his boot he kicked the body off the weapon and returned to the hallway. "My end's clear." He said, dragging the axe on the floor to get some of the gore off.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Aug 23, 2015 22:31:49 GMT -5
Finishing her way through the last office on the left side of the floor, Stephanie stepped out into the hallway just as she heard a loud thunk, followed by what sounded like a body hitting the floor hard. Dashing over to where she thought the noise came from, she was relieved to see Albert alive and well, his axe - bloodied by whatever he'd encountered - by his side. "First and third office were empty; second office contains a ton of firefighting gear, in all sizes, judging by the number. Other than that, nothing." Looking back-and-forth down the hallway, she added, "Only place left is that dormitory room down there," pointing down the hallway. "Might as well see what's in there before heading back downstairs, huh?" she said.
Post by Tory Bournell on Aug 23, 2015 23:17:28 GMT -5
Tory jumped when Roman made a fake scream but relaxed and laughed when she realized it wasn't from his pain. "Don't dooo that!" It was clear to her he had to be in pain though, despite how he hid it as he leaned back.
"Ya, I miss music lots too. It was pretty darn awesome, one of the best things in the world, especially dancing. I guess I miss alot of things from the old world, especially high school." She pointed to his earphones as he held them up to show her."Do those actually play anything or are they just a reminder?"
Tory stood back up and sneakily, she was still worried about things outside, retrieved a small armful of books from the shelf blocking the door. "Here's something to burn." Setting them between her and Roman, she reclaimed her seat on the ground and began tearing strips of paper from the pages. "Though, I'm not sure having a fire inside a boarded up building would be a good idea." She looked over to their official unofficial official leader who had opened a can of food. "Mike, what do you miss most?"
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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