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"Beg... Little Bee. Or she dies. Either you step aside, stand behind my desk and wait. You may be able to save her. OR I finish her and then I WILL kill you. What will it be princess?"
(I can go either way here Fran. Lucy can do something dark then have a Guard intervene and allow an escape. Or the way described.)
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Nov 10, 2015 16:40:00 GMT -5
Roman plugged another walker full of slugs, slipping back into the drivers seat telling Steph, "Yeah engines running! We just need to clear a path!" He looked around and saw a familiar blonde head in the distance. He smiled and shouted again."
"Hey! I think I see them! Hey over here!"
Looking over, Stephanie could see the whole lot of them running towards the firetruck, ducking every few moments as gunfire raked over them. "C'mon, guys, c'mon!" she yelled, dropping yet another walker as they began climbing onto and into the firetruck, filling every available space that they could. After a frantic series of heaves' and pushing to get everyone on-board, Stephanie heard Michael's resolent voice in the background, telling then to get the truck started.
She, for one, needed no push there. "Roman," she yelled, banging on the top of the firetruck, "get this truck started up right now, okay?"
As everyone began piling onto - and into, it looked like to Daniel - every part of the firetruck, Daniel fired at several mooks, dropping one and scattering the others back. Dropping a walker that was growling a good distance, he knew the firetruck'd be leaving very soon.
Thinking back, he reached inside a jeans pocket and tossed the keys to his Tundra over to Jamie, who was keeping an eye out for everything. "Jamie, I want you and half the team to head over and join Francesca, help her anyway you can," he said to her, pausing a moment to catch his breath and thinking, I'm getting too old for this shit... "I'm going to take Tegan and two shooters with me and cover them; we'll meet again back on the Island, okay?" smiling at the girl for a moment, adding, "Hey, keep your chin up, get over to the Tundra and go help Francesca, okay?"
After a few moments, he and the three Scavengers from the Island also climbed on-board the firetruck as well, committed to - at the very least - protecting these survivors as all of them left the area. "Tegan," he called out to his lead shooter, "you and the other two get your 14's out and lay down cover fire as we leave the area, okay?" Looking over at one of the men in the group, he said, "I'll explain everything when we get out of here, okay...but first, let's all of youse get out of here, alright?"
Oz almost wished he'd stayed inside, the outside was a blaze of gunfire and rotters. He was far better off than the Vince and Kevin guy, but he was to tired to stay and give any cover fire so he helped get Kevin in and then Vince.
Ozzy zipped inside the fire truck as quick as possible and kept his head low to check his bag. Most of his stuff was still inside but his gold plated pistols were not, "Damn, bitch got my artillery! We in fool lets go," he shouted most unpleasantly as a couple round grazed off the fire engine.
Kevin felt joy as he saw the fire truck, with Roman and Steph. He was able to smiled a bit as they slowly got closer. Kevin felt how someone helped him get into the truck, but it was till so blurry he didn’t even notice who. He kept his eyes on the door and waited for Vince, he wouldn’t take them off it, until he was there. Mere seconds later he saw how Vince joined him, he smiled at his boyfriend.
With his last strength he pulled him closer and laid his head on his chest, wrapping his arms around him. “I’m never letting you go now.” He whispered softly. Then his eyes found their way back to the door and waited for the others to get in. Kevin didn’t want to lose anyone, they all came to safe him, so he wanted them safe too.
Post by Tory Bournell on Nov 10, 2015 19:59:36 GMT -5
Hesitating at the bald man's instructions until Mike told her to go, Tory ran for the fire truck. She stayed low using her short stature to help keep out of sight of the bad guys. Tugging with what might she could muster, she pulled the heavy door open for Albert, Kevin, and the others before crawling inside the fire truck just ahead of them. We have to go! How many people do we have?! She lifted her head up for a second to peak through the window only to duck back down as bullets sparked across the crimson frame.
"Damn, bitch got my artillery! We in fool lets go."
A man who she didn't know was seated next to her. She squeezed closer to the door on the opposite side, partially to make more room and partially to avoid the awkwardness. Who is he and whose the other guy by Kevin?! To overwhelmed by her own emotion at the events of today, she didn't question, she'd find out soon enough. Tory squeezed her ears and folded her legs up in front of her on the seat as she prepared to get moving. Come on Roman! She knew he'd leave when everyone was in, but for Tory, that moment couldn't come quick enough. She closed her eyes and tried to picture somewhere else but the only images that came to mind were of the highway her last group died on, or the man with the knife, or the gunfight the night before. Let's go! Let's go!
Last Edit: Nov 10, 2015 19:59:47 GMT -5 by Tory Bournell
Al hauled Kevin into the truck, covering them as he did. Grabbing onto the side he hoisted himself up, using the side mirror, or what was left of it, as a bit of cover. "Let's get this show on the road and get out of here! We got what we came for now let's do our best to make it away in one piece." He fired off a few more shots at the crowd, taking down a few more near by walkers. "How many more of these things are there in this city!"
Post by Roman Hughes on Nov 11, 2015 9:30:53 GMT -5
Roman pulled the firetruck in drive as soon as the last person got on board, wasting no time for them to exit. He slammed his foot on the gas leaving that crowd of walkers in their dust.
"Hold onto something! Steph!? You have any clue where I'm going?"
He wasn't sure what the situation in the truck, it looked like they got everyone plus a few others, they would have to get aquatinted later, cause all he cares about right now is keeping them all alive.
Post by Michael Guarnere on Nov 11, 2015 9:40:37 GMT -5
Michael was using a ladder to hang onto the side of the truck using his free arm to keep Walkers at Bay. Stephanie was on top of the truck but currently Michael lacked the strength to climb up.
Hearing Roman as a New York native he shouted so he could hear "The freakin Bridge we tried to cross the other day. I know an old vetenary office on the way out of the city. Atleast three of us need stitches and anti biotics. Albert can grab his supplies from the vehicles and load them at the bridge."
He was starting to feel more light headed but the bleeding had slowed.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Nov 11, 2015 11:22:13 GMT -5
Blue eyes glared at the dark haired women with immense hate. Resising the urge to simply shoot the bitch as she watched Rebecca be held down. Though the words came it had taken her a good moment of her rage to subside as she moved behind the desk. Keeping a pale hand where her gun had been holstered just in case. Waiting for the bitches next moves. Watching her hands and around her with attentive awareness. Not letting her guard down for a second.
The blond found herself glaring back at Daniel as he told her what he was going to do. "Fine just don't forget to offer them a visit to the island.." Her voice trailing off as blue eyes caught sight of a man hanging onto the fire truck. "They seem like they could use a moments rest that's peaceful." Shaking a head as she made way back toward the tundra with the rest of her team given. Waiting for everyone to get in before hopping into the drivers seat. Turning the vehicle on and glancing at the reaview for any walkers in the way. Quickly pressing boot to the peddle as the vehicle and its people made way back to the law office.
Post by Tory Bournell on Nov 14, 2015 13:57:35 GMT -5
Tory felt every bump and pothole as the firetruck took off, but she refused to open her eyes until the muffled sound of gunfire grew quiet. Seeing no more bullets, she gently took her hands from her ears and used them to hold her knees still against her chest as she stared out the cracked window to her left. We're finally getting out. She hoped. She wanted no more of New York, the state or the city.
Worried the window might shatter, she turned around in her seat to face the cab with her back against the side wall. The teen sniffled and dried her eyes on her shirt. Who is that? The guy next to Kevin, it was finally starting to bug her. He looked awfully familiar. "Wait, are you...Vince?" No, It can't be.... When she got her answer she smiled. Something good had come out of this afterall.
Lucy headed to the door slowly and dragging the girl with her to ensure Fran didn't shoot back. She reached the door and took the gun from her security guard. Slowly backing away from the door she spoke before heading down the lift shaft in the arms of her guard. "Till next time Darling... Sweet dreams." Lucy smiled as the doors shut leaving Becky on the floor near death and Fran in the room. She sighed when it was just her and the guard.
"Such a charming day... I think I want to take a vacation. Head to the suburbs. Gather what men you can and tell them the rendezvous point and date to meet..."
She then began singing to herself "Start spreading the news... I'm leaving TODAY."
Last Edit: Nov 16, 2015 14:25:52 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Nov 17, 2015 20:28:46 GMT -5
The tougher gig greed watched as the wicked witch of the east left for another place. All she could hope was for mercy from those that face the bitch and for them if they tried anything. Bringing a tired hand to her face rubbing some dirt off of it as her mind raced. Looking down at the dieing girl briefly. Fixing the headset onto of her head as her shaking pale hands got the radio ready. "Rid this place of those guards of her. Release the prisoners and accept them as refugees after interrogation. We can't risk them having any inside information from one of these folks..."
Words almost spilled out of her mouth like a waterfall. The mans voice on the other side hit the New Yorkers ears like ice. "The leader is dead. Medical issues is what the word is from the hospital" Taking a deep breath, rubbing her fingers over her temples. Goddamnet we are going to have some angry people. Fran ran through her mind the events that could unfold from the death. "Ok.. Doesn't change anything at the moment. The plan for operation Frozen Blood will still be set. Maybe sooner then we expected with how the situation is going." Pulling down a blind to see bullets flying from her conrads at the enemy. Watching how they slowly seemed to be leaving after the evil women had. Taking note of that before bringing her attention toward Rebecca. Raising her gun as she waited for her to die. Crouched near her, blue eyes lookong at her with little remnants of the kindness she had felt in the beginning. "You won't have to fight or be scared anymore. You will be at peace."
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Nov 18, 2015 4:03:37 GMT -5
Roman pulled the firetruck in drive as soon as the last person got on board, wasting no time for them to exit. He slammed his foot on the gas leaving that crowd of walkers in their dust.
"Hold onto something! Steph!? You have any clue where I'm going?" He wasn't sure what the situation in the truck, it looked like they got everyone plus a few others, they would have to get aquatinted later, cause all he cares about right now is keeping them all alive.
"As long as its' not anywhere near here," Stephanie yelled out, moving over a bit as one of the people who jumped on the firetruck with Daniel - Tegan, she thought it was for a moment - climbed up onto the platform. Looking around, she heard Michael's voice; nodding for a moment, she leaned down towards the front of the firetruck. "Roman, remember that bridge we tried to get to a day or two ago? Head there."
Resting in the back of the firetruck with the rest of the survivors, Daniel couldn't help but think to himself, Some day, huh? Reaching around his waist, he grabbed his radio and keyed the mic. "Francesca, if you can hear me, I've sent Jamie and most of my team over to assist you. I'll meet you back on the Island, out."
Switching off his radio, he pulled out an old but detailed tourist map of eastern Manhattan and the East River and tried to get his bearings. We're heading north, away from those goddamned lawyers, he whispered to himself, trying to figure out where the best routes north would be...
Hearing Roman as a New York native he shouted so he could hear "The freakin Bridge we tried to cross the other day. I know an old vetenary office on the way out of the city. Atleast three of us need stitches and anti biotics. Albert can grab his supplies from the vehicles and load them at the bridge."
What bridge? he thought, scanning the map in an effort to figure out which bridge it could be; looking around, he yelled out, "What bridge?"
Post by Michael Guarnere on Nov 18, 2015 12:18:05 GMT -5
Mike heard this stranger yelling "Crossing the Hudson near Fort Washington Park. Albert has supplies there. Things quite clear as of a day ago and not as risky as the tunnels. Need to AVOID Broadway however. Cars block the road."
Mike finally got a footing and clambered on top of the truck "I know a vetinarians place near the bridge, will have thread, needles and anti-biotic's myself and the two prisoner guys need. The owner was a good man... besides being one of those Tea Party nut jobs."
Mike heard this stranger yelling "Crossing the Hudson near Fort Washington Park. Albert has supplies there. Things quite clear as of a day ago and not as risky as the tunnels. Need to AVOID Broadway however. Cars block the road."
Quickly looking at his map, Daniel found the location in question. "Keep going north until you hit 179th Street, then hang a hard left; the bridge'll be right there." Folding the map back up, he placed it in his backpocket and stood up, holding on to a stanchion to keep himself steady as they continued heading north...
Mike finally got a footing and clambered on top of the truck "I know a vetinarians place near the bridge, will have thread, needles and anti-biotic's myself and the two prisoner guys need. The owner was a good man... besides being one of those Tea Party nut jobs."
"Ha!" Daniel laughed at hearing Michael's description of the vet place owner's political dispositions pre-apocalypse. "Back in the day, those woulda' been figthing words, pallie," he said, chuckling from relief at everyone having apparently survived thus far, "but in this day and age, the old world, the old days....they all go out the window." Looking around, he added, "I know who those two are," pointing over towards Stephanie and then towards the front of the truck in Roman's direction, "and I think I know who she is," pointing over towards Tory, "by nearing the be-jeezus out of her...Tory, right?"
After a few moments, he continued. "But the rest of youse is a mystery to me....anyway, my name's Daniel Hayden, originally from Pelham Gardens over in the Bronx, now a chief deputy over at Rikers Island with a large group of survivors...and you folks are, by chance?" He hated telling them about the Island but he rationalized it by figuring that, since he and his shooters had helped them get out alive, it was only fair to tell them about the Island...
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