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Before laying down Kevin heard how Vince expressed his love for him. “We are made for each other.” He added softly, barely hearable.
Kevin was getting weaker every second, he heard the gunfight and hoped his friend would survive. In his mind he was praying, asking to keep them all safe. Then he heard a voice, he looked up and saw Albert. He told them it was time to get out. “T…t..thanks….for…. coming….” Kevin said very softly. “Vi…vince…keep him safe.” He added as he tried to raise his arm and point at him. He leaned against Albert and hoped they would get them out.
In the meantime the other prisoner got out, Ozzy was his name. He was weird bit offered to help. “Support..h…him.” he said to the guy once more looking at Vince.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Nov 1, 2015 18:37:44 GMT -5
Hearing Roman call out that there were more walkers coming their way, Stephanie looked over towards Daniel and his people and yelled, "Daniel! Get back to the firetruck!" Dropping a walker with shots from her pistol, she added, "We'll cover you with the firetruck, you cover us as well, alright?" all the while thinking, C'mon, guys, hurry the fuck up in there!
Post by Tory Bournell on Nov 3, 2015 21:34:02 GMT -5
"Mike, you're bleeding!" The way he felt his wound told Tory he already knew but his calm suggested otherwise. The girl stayed close to him as they led the way down the stairs, keeping an eye out for bandage material and the other on the man guiding them. "Do you know how to bandage it?!"
As they moved her face told of the concern she didn't voice. The blood made her queasy and she did her best to ignore it, but she worried for Mike's life. Wouldn't he bleed out? Wouldn't it get infected? They had to get to the basement; she knew she saw towels in that creepy lab. For once, she felt like the stronger one and that didn't bode well for the teen. She must of asked Mike how he was doing a hundred times. Please be ok, Please be ok...If we meet anybody we're in trouble. Tory, as wide eyed and on edge as could be, hugged her own chest as they went.
Lucy had manouvered behind a pillar as the gun shot and then waited not showing her arms as the girl charged with her machete. Lucy dropped and grabbed the arm weilding the weapon. Fran was behind her until Lucy bit her hand.
This bite would remove the machete. Lucy heard her knife fall from her socks. Besides her needle to knock Fran out she and her Busy bee were unarmed. She had a small amount of blood on her lip, it may have been from a blow or Frans.
She smiled brightly. "Dear, dear, dear. Such mean and tough words. Dont you get tired of it..." Mid sentence she punched Fran in the Gut. "ALL."
Post by Michael Guarnere on Nov 4, 2015 22:07:15 GMT -5
Mike had kept moving. The first time Tory asked he was okay he replied "Its a scratch... no time for me to be shot."
He lead on and never answered again when Tory asked when he was okay. As they found the ground floor he saw a fire exit and shrugged.
"Kev and the other one cant take a ladder climb. Infection is more likely... think we have to take our chances. Head round till we spot the truck?"
He kicked the door to see Sunshine shoot inside. In his one arm he held the gun. The other pressed on his wound. He hoped Kevin and the others could keep up. For now he could only try and watch Tory.
He may be hurt but he was the only one of the two who would use a weapon with conviction. Mike was 80% sure he would be okay. But that 20% hinged on time, bullets and walkers.
"We're gonna get both of you out of here kid." Al said, wrapping on of Kevin's arms around his neck to support him. He followed behind Mike as fast as the two of them could go. "Alright, now things get crazy. Hold on tight and don't stop moving. Got that?" He told the boy, pulling out his pistol and checking that it was loaded. When Mike kicked open the door and heard the gun fire he got ready to start shooting. "We're gonna get through this." He said, making a push, staying behind Mike as they made their way out and away.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Nov 5, 2015 9:54:08 GMT -5
Fran felt her hand be bit. As much as she tried to resist the urge to drop her weapon it was futile. Hearing her machete hit the floor. Once the jaws released she back handed the smiled devil crossed her face as anger kept the redhead going. Groaning in pain at the punch hitting her right in the gut. Bending over causing the few hairs that escaped her bun to fall down.
Charging forward still hunched over. Pale arms grabbed the vile women sides tightly as she pushed her. Kneeling the women in groin once before losing her grip. Stumbling backwards with a defiant smirk. "Don't you get tired of being nothing?" Spitting in Lucy's direction as she relaxed her muscled for a moment.
Vince was exhausted, to much was going on for him to follow. To many gunshots, new faces, to many voices. His vision still dipped in and out, only greying bits and pieces of what everyone was saying. He could barely. Vince was there in body but not in mind. He just wanted to get out, to sleep.
He felt someone help him up, the other prisoner, Oz. Vince leaned his weight into him, barely able to stand on his own. Someone did the same to Kevin, he smiled at them but remained quite. It hurt to move, he ached all over. His was breathing heavily, wheezing. As they exited the room he looked ahead at Kevin, just stay safe.
He moved forward, with the assistance of Ozzy. "Let's get out of here," he said, barely auidible, "quickly. I don't know how much energy I have left."
Post by Tory Bournell on Nov 7, 2015 23:37:38 GMT -5
"Kev and the other one cant take a ladder climb. Infection is more likely... think we have to take our chances. Head round till we spot the truck?"
"Ya," The sunlight outside was blinding, but her eyes adjusted to the light. They were back on the rubble streets of Manhattan. Cars were abandoned, trash strewn, and the dead copious."Over there!" The walkers seemed to be converging around the corner of the building, unfortunately, she presumed that was where the firetruck was and where Mike would lead them next. How does he do it?! She was freaking out on the inside and Mike was as calm as ever despite being shot.
Turning around, Tory watched for the first time trying to hold back tears as the others followed behind. Albert and a stranger helped Kevin and another stranger. They don't look so good. The people who had taken them were monsters. How could humans do that to others...to her friends. But where's... She reached up to tap Mike's shoulder to get him to stop, careful not to tug on his shirt and risk hurting his wound. "Mike, wasn't Michelle in there?! Where's Michelle?! I have to go back. We have to find her!" Her mind frantically raced at a million words per second. She was deaf, maybe she just got lost, maybe she's still up there. Kevin was with her when he got captured, he had to have seen where she went, right? They had to go back. The others, they were hurt, she realized that, they can't. I have to. "Was she up there?!"
Last Edit: Nov 7, 2015 23:38:07 GMT -5 by Tory Bournell
Daniel, Jamie and the others from the Island had just begun running towards the abandoned vehicles when he heard Stephanie call out for him to get back to the firetruck; thinking, the fuck does she want now?, he yelled out, "Back to the firetruck! We'll use it for cover!"
Making their way back to the firetruck, Daniel was surprised to hear over all the din of gunfire and assorted other noise what sounded like yelling from around the corner. Now what? he wondered; slinging his rifle over his shoulder, he yelled over to Jamie, "The rest of youse, stay here; I'm gonna' check the corner of that building, I'll be right back."
Without waiting, he took off at a low run, darting towards the corner of the building, unsure of what he'd heard but knowing he had to check and make sure it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary...
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Nov 8, 2015 2:06:19 GMT -5
As her and Roman kept the walkers and what mooks were remaining at bay...helped, rather fortuitously, she mused, by Daniel and his group of strangers, she dropped a mook with a shotgun blast and went back to the water cannon. Drawing her pistol, she was about to shoot a nearby walker when she coulda' swore she heard someone yelling. That's not anyone of us, she thought, straining to hear whoever it was. After a few moments, she thought, looking over towards the side of the building they were at, that's gotta' be our people yelling..Tory perhaps?
Leaning forward, she yelled to Roman, "Roman, I think the others just left the building; be ready to leave at a moment's notice." Looking around, she saw Daniel dart off towards the building; seeing one of the others, she pointed at her and said, "You? Yeah, you? We may be leaving in a few minutes; be ready to go, okay?"
Post by Michael Guarnere on Nov 8, 2015 18:11:26 GMT -5
He rose his gun and fired, stopping only to answer Tory. "Listen Tory... I know this sucks, I had to hear things like this in Iraq. We cant do anything about this now. I'm hit, Kevin and his partner are down... We need you here as my extra eyes and ears. I'm losing blood and my head is feeling light as a balloon right now."
He then ushering the others on with his gun looked her in the eye "Ive thought this for a day hoping it wasn't true... But she must have gone down in that shoot out yesterday. I only saw Kevin get taken. Shes out of our reach now.
Michael saw a door ahead open with a single guard stepping out and the two looked at each other for a moment. These people had done some quite terrible things and Michael was feeling pretty angered about this gunshot wound. He could have been a deserter, a guard who simply stayed with this tyrannical group to survive. Mike did not care.
He then heard a clanging sound and turned as a walker moved towards his abdomen and batted it away not sure if the area he was shot in had been bit. He finished the walker off and continued trying to watch Tory and make sure he got her to the truck. They were so close now.
Post by Tory Bournell on Nov 9, 2015 20:16:34 GMT -5
The tears ran down Tory's face but she didn't make a single noise or movement as Mike explained Michelle was out of their reach. She stood there, wanting to crumple into a ball but knowing to do so would be suicide. This more than sucks.
A door opened. A man stepped out and she just stood there, frozen in time and space. An army of walkers was approaching from the blocks beyond, drawn in by the gunfire. Michelle's dead...we can't die, not now...not now...She stared, until a clamor brought her attention back. No!
A walker was at Michael's side; she screamed. Before she could bend over to grab a rock, he had it off of him but it came too close for comfort. She didn't see if it bit him or not, but she assumed the later as he continued.Where did that man go?! Her thought wasn't answered but she did her best to pull herself forward. Mike said he needed her as an extra set of eyes and ears. She'd give it her all.
As they reached the corner, another man, bald and armed with a rifle appeared to be running towards them. "Mike!" She remembered the man with a knife from earlier and panicked, ducking behind a car. More guards?!?
Kevin felt how Albert supported him and kept talking, trying to comfort him, telling him they would make it out. It was nice of him, it gave Kevin sort of a good felling, he had hope. Every now and then Kevin looked behind him to check on Vince and if that other guy Ozzy was doing a good job supporting him. It seemed to be just fine, Kevin then looked back as Albert said it was going to get crazy.
Kevin did as Albert asked him and held him tight. When that happened Kevin heard Vince saying they had to get out, he didn’t knew how much energy he had left. Kevin himself was weak and had to fight to not fall, but Albert talking to him helped a lot. “You can do this baby.” He spoke softly to Vince. Then he looked at Ozzy. “K…keep him s…s.safe, talk to h…him.” He tried his best to speak, but it was hard.
As they finally reached Mike and Tory, Kevin just smiled at both of them as a sign of appreciation, they got them out, he was so grateful. He could hear them talk, but it was kind of blurry. He heard that Mike had a wound and some sort of talking about Michelle. “Mike you are ok, right?” Kevin asked in a weak tone, before turning to Tory. He saw tears, but had no clue what this was about, since he only heard half of it. “W…what ha..happened to Michelle?” he asked softly. “Sh…she wasn’t ta..taken, not here.” Kevin tried and felt he had to stop talking, he was losing way too much energy.
Then Kevin saw a walker going for Mike, he was too weak to do anything, even yell. His eyes only partly open and closing every now and then. When he opened them it was dead, but he had no clue what happened. He then heard how Tory yelled and he also saw a man coming at them, but once more he couldn’t do anything.
As he rounded the corner of the building, rifle in hand, Daniel's earlier thoughts were confirmed. There are friendlies nearby....but which friendlies? he thought, ours or--
Just as he was about to answer the question in his head, the question was answered for him as he saw a young girl - a teenager, by her looks - heading towards the corner as well. Slinging his rifle, he yelled out, "Hey! Hey! Friendly! I'm not one of them," pointing back towards the slowly-retreating group of mooks. Before he could add anything else, he caught sight of a walker nearby; quickly drawing his pistol, he dropped the walker with an almost effortless shot to the head. That was close, he thought, looking back at the young girl. Thinking fast, he said, "Listen to me, and listen fast. You know a couple of cats' named Roman and Stephanie? If so, they're back at the firetruck 'round the corner holding off a bunch of mooks and walkers; I don't know for how much longer, though. If you," pausing to point at the others, "and the others want to make it out of this alive and safe, come with me back to the firetruck right now!"
Al wasn't able to get his gun up fast enough to stop Mike's altercation with the walker. Cursing to himself he kept stumbling forward with Kevin. As the stranger rounded the corner Al prepared to fire on them before the man said he was a friendly and knew about Roman, Steph, and the firetruck. Were they not under fire, he would have thought this a trap. Now though, he didn't have time to think like that. "You heard the man, let's get out of here!" Al said, moving himself and Kevin to the front of their little group. "Just a little further kid." He muttered to the boy he was supporting. "We can make it."
Post by Michael Guarnere on Nov 10, 2015 14:48:30 GMT -5
Mike hardly listened and instinctually lowered his hand gun and moved on. He had little on his mind bar killing anything that moved towards him and getting on that truck. He saw it was in sight and began waving his left arm.
"START IT UP! WOUNDED! WE GOT WOUNDED!" pausing a moment "Tory go!"
He urged Tory to keep going and stood back a second knowing as the other two helped Kevin and Vince he had to be the last on the truck despite his wounds and cover them. He would probably have to grab a ladder and hold on with a need for seats currently.
He gave covering fire to Albert, the new guy and the wounded hoping they loaded quick. Gunfire was everywhere. "We don't get outta here soon we'll need a Herse never mind a fire truck!"
Lucy had her now, Fran was acting out of rage and now was in an irrational state. She slickly placed her hand into her pocket and held the syringe. She was ready to knock the girl out and keep her prisoner. She prepared to dodge the machete and looked Fran in the eye.
"Nighty Night my little Bee."
As she moved forward her arm was stuck. She saw Becky grabbing hold and was angered. She reached for her last knife.
Becky had watched the exchange from the ground but had grown tired of this hell she had dwelled in for days. She saw the syringe and ran at Lucys arm and began trying to take it from her. She hoped the other girl would make it in time. Then she realised she was losing the wrestle with an older and more mature woman. She hoped her uncle would forgive her.
She first felt the knife puncture the left side of her abdomen. Then the centre of her chest from behind the knife glancing off her rib cage. She fell to her knees and looked Francesca in the eyes. The knife was now at her throat and ready to finish her. Yet Lucy was paused. She looked Francesca in the eyes and spoke one word that sent a chill down Beckys spine.
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