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Post by Tory Bournell on Oct 23, 2015 23:50:50 GMT -5
Someone's coming! There was a tug on her shirt. Tory slipped down the stairs and around the corner where she'd be out of sight and out of the way as the footsteps drew closer. How far does he want me to go? She braced her back tight against the wall and listened for gunshots as the others dissapeared from her perspective. If things sounded bad, she'd run.
She was at risk of losing everything. The sound of bullets made up the outside atmosphere and she tensed as she waited for the halls to echo the same. Why did I come here?! Kevin and Michelle were locked in cages above her, she presumed, and Michael and Albert were about to enter a firefight. Steph and Roman were outside doing who knows what, if they were even still alive. She slid down the wall until her butt rested on her heels. While it was barely a few seconds, she might have thought it was an hour if it weren't for the steady rhythm of footsteps. Two groups, two families, gone in less than a few months that felt like ages...she couldn't live like that. She couldn't live with that, her heart smashed and torn again and again. She wouldn't...she...there was still hope for all of them. Don't think like that...just, just get up. Tory quivered and stood back up, whatever was going to happen, was going to happen now.
Hearing Jamie's reminder about Francesca and the plan, Daniel ducked down and leaned over towards the younger woman. "I know, Jamie, I know: stick to the plan," pausing to fire his Mini-14 a couple times. "Only one problem...as we were coming here, to this building, I started to get that hair-on-the-back-of-my-neck feeling, thinking that we were getting here too easily. That got me thinking: could there be a trap being laid in waiting for us?
"Once I started to think that, I thought, 'let's divert some of the convoy over, create another headache for these skels in front of us. Little did anyone know," pointing over towards Stephanie and whoever it was - Roman? he thought she'd said - inside the firetruck, "we'd run into another group with the same general intentions as us. Now, they may not be with the Hive, Jamie, but we don't abandon fellow humans, not one bit!" Firing several more rounds, he ducked back down to switch out magazines...finding he was momentarily out, he yelled to one of the others, "Tegan! Toss me another mag for the 14!"
Catching the tossed magazine in his hand, he re-loaded and fired a couple more rounds at the nearby skels, dropping one of them. "What we're doing, Jamie, is creating a diversion so that Francesca and the others can have an easier time doing whatever they're doing. If this plan works, Francesca should already notice fewer people in front of her, which should - I'm hoping, anyway - make things easier for her. Once they get done with their part of the plan, we withdraw with them, back the way we came and return to the Hive."
Smiling at Jamie a moment, he added, "Its' like the old Spartan saying, 'return with your shield or on it'...well, if we succeed, Francesca won't likely care about this diversion...if this doesn't work, though..." letting his voice trail as if to silently add, "we needn't bother returning."
Last Edit: Oct 25, 2015 14:09:56 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Roman Hughes on Oct 25, 2015 11:30:23 GMT -5
Roman moved the firetruck much slower now with the incoming fire serving as a moving blockade pushing forward. He heard Steph say there were some friendlies coming up from behind and he was glad, finally someone not shooting at them.
He yelled back, "We're almost to the building just shake these guys off of us and I'll try to plow us through."
Al tucked around the side of the door way, rifle raised and ready. Their people were in there...but so were several armed guards. The chance of things going poorly were high, but things never seemed to go well in this world anymore. He looked down at Mike, waiting for some sort of signal. If they were going to have any sort of chance at pulling this off, they'd need to work together seamlessly and have each others backs the whole time. Glancing into the room quickly, he tried to get a count of the guards. It was dark and he counted a handful of shapes, but couldn't tell how many of them were friend or foe.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Oct 25, 2015 15:36:13 GMT -5
He yelled back, "We're almost to the building just shake these guys off of us and I'll try to plow us through."
As the whole group of them - Stephanie, Roman, Daniel and the others - got almost on top of the building, Stephanie looked over at Daniel and asked, "Daniel, can you help keep those guys," pointing over at the mass of bad guys opposite them, "off of us?"
Lucy had taken a knee and was putting on some tears. She heard footsteps and in a strategically placed mirror saw an enemy gentleman approach. She kept whimpering to hear him claim to be the leader and tell her she was safe now. She leapt at him giving him a hug and looking towards the doorway. If Fran arrived she would see the following events.
Lucy took her knife and stabbed through to his lung and then one into his chest. The man was speechless trying to cover the whole despite being a dead man. She dragged him by the collar as he stood towards the balcony.
"Sorry... I'm playing hard to get." She kissed him on the lips and in what must have been the ultimate act of cruelty pushed him over the balcony to fall to his death.
She turned and rubbed her lips clean before heading back into her office. Her guard brought out Becky with a gun to her head. The girl was their insurance policy. Lucys way out.
Things were going and happening so quickly Oz couldn't keep up he saw the other two had broke themselves free and he gained a small ball of hope in his chest he put a arm through the bars, "Come on bruh get me too!"
The gun fire was getting close and then the one guy, Kevin?, yelled out to somebody that they were indeed here. "Yo! We're in here bruh! Prisoner's of a horrible no good not so nice white she bitch!"
Ozzy was in full on freedom mode he grabbed his chains that were linked to cuffs around his feet and began to rub them off the bars making as much noise as possible, "Come on you crazy fuckers! Let me out and I'll help you with your boyfriend homie, if you leave me here my death will be on yous guys hands!"
As the whole group of them - Stephanie, Roman, Daniel and the others - got almost on top of the building, Stephanie looked over at Daniel and asked, "Daniel, can you help keep those guys," pointing over at the mass of bad guys opposite them, "off of us?"
"Yeah," Daniel replied, whistling to Jamie and the others, "we can do that." Looking over at Jamie and the others, he said, "Alright, listen up, everyone. Soon as I give the signal, we're gonna' move up to that set of rusted-out vehicles about thirty meters away, using the firetruck for a little bit of cover. Keep a sharp eye out for anything out of the ordinary," thinking, that's easier said than done, "and drop anything and everything that gets in front of us, alright?" Looking at the assembled group, many of whom - Jamie excepted - Daniel'd known for months now on the island, he knew all of them looked up to him for strength, guidance and solace. "Okay, on the count of 3, we go. One...two....three!"
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Oct 27, 2015 9:08:30 GMT -5
Francesca checked her glock making sure the safety was off as she kept it raised before hatefully heading up the stairs along with a few of her people. Driven by her desire to find the bitch behind the radio, what would happen after was another question. Following them along with the others until a door cracked up caught her attention. The redhead heard Maxwell yell but her fear had the young women assume that their was a guard behind that door probably having Max as a bait for anyone in her group. Backing up a bit before she sped up and sent her foot kicking at the center of the door swinging it open to a horrifying sight. Bright blue eyes saw the wound that Max was trying to stop the bleeding. Letting out a loud yell as she fought back the tears seeing the monster push him off the balcony to his death.
The guard holding the hostage accidentally made a noise catching the fiery haired women. Quickly raising her gun to shoot him twice once in the hand to make him drop his weapon. The other bullet found his skull and made a nice home in it. Gritting her teeth as she faced the women ahead of her. Unsheathing her machet slowly as her pale hand gripped it tightly. "You will die. People like you die one way or another."
Lucy smirked looking at the girl and began slowly clapping her hands "Oh darling, you made it... I Hope your not under too much distress." She slowly walked towards Becky and shoved her against the wall and out of the way. She stood above her guard and closed his eye lids.
"Such a shame. Good employees are so hard to find these days." Lucy had weapons on her yet did not remove any. She had her Taser holstered, a knife hidden. And a syringe to knock her out with. She locked eyes with Fran listening as she spoke.
"But my busy little Bee. You need education. Everybody dies one way or another. You are caught up in my non-religious rapture... The world as we once knew it. Except full of suffering and death."
She placed her hands on her hips near both the Taser and her knife. "Now we are here for your judgement. Either you prove worthy, or you step back to the bottom of the food chain."
Post by Michael Guarnere on Oct 28, 2015 11:00:46 GMT -5
Michael held up his right hand to tell Albert to wait. Once the men were in position he tried to give as much warning to Kevin what was about to happen... "KEV HIT THE FUCKIN' DECK"
He gave a seconds pause before stepping out and opening fire chest to head height of the guards hoping that he and Albert could hit all seven before they were able to return fire. If not, Kevin and Tory could be the only two survivors of this brawl. Michael felt a small sting on the right side of his abdomen and thought nothing of it. Some blood began to stain the left side of his cammo green shirt. The adrenaline was in full flow.
Kevin only heard bits and pieces of what was going on outside. Not because they talked softly or something, but because he was so weak, that most of what happened was a big blur. What was important now was staying close to Vince, protecting him and getting the hell out of there. He hoped he didn’t hallucinate hearing Albert’s voice, cause it meant he had no clue how they would get out, since either of them nearly couldn’t move.
He heard the still locked up guy, Ozzy was it? Yelling at them to get them out, he called Vince and himself crazy bitches. “Watch your tone.” Kevin spoke very softly, he was slowly losing the battle to stay awake, but he had to go on for Vince. “Babe,….t….throw…ke….keys.” he spoke softly.
But just then he heard another voice yelling, very familiar. It was Mike!! Kevin felt happiness as he heard that voice, they were going to get out of this horrible place. But Mike his message was a bit worrying, he told Kevin to hit the deck, which meant they had to get down to take cover. “I’ll k…keep you…safe.” Kevin spoke softly to Vince before kissing his head. Then he slowly lowered himself, pushing Vince down with him. “Alright!” Kevin tried to yell, he did his best but he nearly had no power left to yell.
Last Edit: Oct 28, 2015 12:37:20 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Tory Bournell on Oct 28, 2015 15:41:32 GMT -5
Tory covered her ears as the gunfight around the corner erupted. She couldn't hear anything but a million tiny explosions as the sound waves travelled down the stairs to where she stood, frozen. GO! Her fight or flight reflexes kicked in and she slipped as fast as she could down the stairs. Is this right?! She paused on wobbly legs. Mike had told her to run if things went wrong, but she wasn't sure how she was supposed to know if they had. Fuuuu...where do I go? She started back up the stairs before stopping again. If Mike and Albert failed, they'd be after her next. If they did fail, she'd have no way of knowing. Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! What was the right thing to do? Making up her mind, she ran downward but barely a flight. She tried to listen, to hear if anything was happening up above or through the doors, but all she could hear was ringing and distant thunders.
Last Edit: Oct 30, 2015 0:02:17 GMT -5 by Tory Bournell
Al ran in along side Mike, guns blazing. The guards barely had time to react before they were mowed down. It was over before it even started and Al lowered his gun as the last guard fell. He proceeded to go to each of the guards, putting a knife through their brains, just to be safe. He then moved over to Kevin, finding him on top of another guy he hadn't met yet. "Kevin? Kevin! Hey, kid, come on. Let's get out of here. Quick before anyone else shows up." He said, grabbing his arm.
Vince held Kevin tight, breathing slightly against his chest. He felt it move up and down, slowly. "I..i love you to," Vince said between tears, "more than you can possibly know." He felt silly saying it, he didn't want to talk, just hold him. He smiled, his arms still around Kev. He didn't need to say anything more, there was nothing to say.
Vince heard Kevin yell to the voices. He knew them, they were coming for them after all. They would be safe. He sat up straighter, but still held Kevin. He heard more gunfire, and the other prisoners yelling. He ignored it for now, he was to drained to do anything.
There were guards and people yelling. Someone told Kev to get down and Vince felt him do just that. Kevin covered him as two men came in. The took out the guards, he hoped these were his friends. One of the men grabbed Kevin's arm, obviously a friend to them.
Vince slowly picked himself up, still hanging onto kevin. Neither of them could walk, Kevin was blacking out and Vince beaten and bruised. The men would have to help them, or they wouldn't make it.
When Ozzy was tossed the keys he had just enough time to unlock the door before another man yelled to hit the ground. Oz pushed the door back as he jumped back into his cell about the same time bullets began to mow down unseen guards, blast chunks of plaster off the wall, and of course something grazed Oz's shoulder but it was a small graze.
When it was all silent Ozzy jumped up and ran first to the lockers in the back of the cell area, they had stashed all of his gear here for inspection and just as the day was bright it was there untouched. Throwing the pack over his shoulders he ran back to the other men but not before arming himself with a pistol and strapping himself with a lovely Ak-47 from one of the dead guards.
"I can help carry one of these guya yo," Ozzy fired out rapidly, "Just let me go with y'all! I can shoot too or just shit whatever homie."
Ozzy reached down to also help the white guy who busted out of his cell door, "We got to go though bruh."
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Oct 29, 2015 21:19:07 GMT -5
Watching Daniel - and the others, by the look of it - take off for a nearby bunch of junked vehicles, Stephanie turned her attention back towards the assorted mooks and occasional walkers that tried to get near the firetruck, using the water cannon, shotgun and pistol as circumstances came up. Leaning down, she yelled out to Roman, "Hey, Roman, move the firetruck up about forty meters or so, okay?"
Post by Tory Bournell on Oct 30, 2015 0:13:47 GMT -5
As the ringing in Tory's ears subsided, she heard a voice rise as the cracking of gunshots quickly disappeared. Albert... She didn't quite catch what was being said up above, but her heart flooded with hope at the sound of familiar voices. Sitting down on the steps she waited for someone to come down and give the all clear. We're gonna be alright. We just gotta get out of here.
Post by Michael Guarnere on Oct 30, 2015 13:51:17 GMT -5
Michael turned around once it was all done. He was still unaware of the bleeding in the right side of his abdomen. Looking over his shoulder and hearing gunfire in the building he shouted to the others "Ill take a lead with Tory and get us to the sewers again. AL, help Kevin and the others. I need to navigate through the sewers."
Heading on he saw Tory and with a gun in hand and saw Tory sat down tapping her on the shoulder "Come on Kid, you and me have to lead the way out."
He felt some blood on his hands and looked at his abdomen finally feeling the pain from where he had been shot. He couldn't halt now. He had to move, it had gone through anyway so it was just a flesh wound.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Oct 30, 2015 15:49:08 GMT -5
The redheads anger boiled and festered as she heard the other women speak. Fran wasn't even sure if she was talking to a human being part way through the conversation. Gritting her teeth under her pierced lips as ocean blue eyes stared at the brunette. "You know what.. You are not dead. Your nothing, no one cares about you. If they do then they surly only do it out of fear. If you die the only thing you will be is food for them or maybe you will become one of them." Raising her machete acting as though she was going to strike. While the other hand raised her gun, pulling the trigger before quickly moving toward Lucy with a machete.
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