Days Passed Away
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Geist saluted and accepted the order. In his mind he thought that his time would be better spent taking care of Pulse on the frontlines, rather than chasing after a possible myth. But the will of BioCorp was the will of his own. "Any suggestions on who I should take before searching for the target, sir?"
"We must first prove his existence first." Osmer stood up and started walking with his back towards Geist. "Position some of our newest recruits where the rumors are strongest. Have them overseen from at least three different vantage points. Once they have enough information, the overseers are to make their way back undetected. If even one is discovered or killed send in a Ghost to retrieve the information. If you have more questions do ask them. If not, you may leave."
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Glem returned to his hideout, having acquired ammo from Don. This downtime had been going on for quite some time, soon to be three months. Normally he had near endless firepower at his disposal, but financial problems had put a temporary end to that. Things were looking bright, though, as he had was almost finished improving some weapons for Pulse. He had recently made a significant upgrade which allowed the standard military assault rifles to hold much more ammunition, though it was more costly to make. Regardless of the price disadvantage, he knew Pulse would be happy to hear the good news.
To be honest, it hurt him a little bit to be helping out a company that strived for aiding humanity....Glem desired chaos, and nothing but. He would have to pretend to be 100% behind Pulse until the time was right, as he wanted reanimated and BioCorp wiped from the face of the earth. BioCorp more for personal reasons, but the reanimated were just a thorn in his side.
He decided to pay Pulse a much needed visit to tell them about the nearly complete weapon upgrades. He got on his motorcycle with some notes and prototypes, and headed off to the nearest Pulse base.
It took him only about 30 minutes to get there. The base was situated in a lonely desert, similar to Glem's current hideout. There was a high metal wall surrounding the base to protect against reanimated, thugs, and whoever else might try to infiltrate it. Glem rode up to the gate, and halted his motorcycle. A few guards patrolling nearby kept an eye on him, like they did with all visitors.
"And who might you be?" said voice coming from a speaker in the wall. Glem suspected it was an African American woman speaking.
"Who do you think it is, darling?" said Glem, blowing a kiss into a nearby security camera.
"Ugh, it's you again." said the black woman before opening the gate for Glem to enter. The man needed no other identification.
Glem parked his bike near the entrance to the building and waltzed in the door. He got plenty of stares from people who had never seen him before, due to his attire. Glem walked over to the front desk and spoke to the woman sitting there.
"Made some weapon upgrades that are almost complete. Got anyone here who I could speak to? I'm not feeling very patient today, so make it snappy, hmm?" said Glem.
OOC: MR, would Samson be interested in talking to Glem? Or any other Pulse character, for that matter?
Also, I'll bring Maya into this later.
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Esper walked into the lobby of the BioCorp building. She saw a soldier sitting near the wall rubbing his arm. Taking this as a sign of Giest, she approached him.
"Where is Giest? I must speak to him." asked Esper
"Damnitt....Giest? The asshole is talking to Shade in the main office." said the soldier. Esper rolled her eyes at the blatant disrespect for the Ghost Soldier, but she thanked him anyway.
"Wait, madam!" called the soldier while she was walking away. "....please don't tell Giest I said that, if you, um, please." Esper sarcastically nodded and went on her way, towards the main office. She decided it would be best just to wait for Giest to get out.
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Apologies in advance if I use the "Z word" at all during this RP, hehe... ^^;
To be honest, it hurt him a little bit to be helping out a company that strived for aiding humanity....Glem desired chaos, and nothing but. He would have to pretend to be 100% behind Pulse until the time was right, as he wanted reanimated and BioCorp wiped from the face of the earth. BioCorp more for personal reasons, but the reanimated were just a thorn in his side.
He decided to pay Pulse a much needed visit to tell them about the nearly complete weapon upgrades. He got on his motorcycle with some notes and prototypes, and headed off to the nearest Pulse base.
It took him only about 30 minutes to get there. The base was situated in a lonely desert, similar to Glem's current hideout. There was a high metal wall surrounding the base to protect against reanimated, thugs, and whoever else might try to infiltrate it. Glem rode up to the gate, and halted his motorcycle. A few guards patrolling nearby kept an eye on him, like they did with all visitors.
"And who might you be?" said voice coming from a speaker in the wall. Glem suspected it was an African American woman speaking.
"Who do you think it is, darling?" said Glem, blowing a kiss into a nearby security camera.
"Ugh, it's you again." said the black woman before opening the gate for Glem to enter. The man needed no other identification.
Glem parked his bike near the entrance to the building and waltzed in the door. He got plenty of stares from people who had never seen him before, due to his attire. Glem walked over to the front desk and spoke to the woman sitting there.
"Made some weapon upgrades that are almost complete. Got anyone here who I could speak to? I'm not feeling very patient today, so make it snappy, hmm?" said Glem.
OOC: MR, would Samson be interested in talking to Glem? Or any other Pulse character, for that matter?
Also, I'll bring Maya into this later.
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Esper walked into the lobby of the BioCorp building. She saw a soldier sitting near the wall rubbing his arm. Taking this as a sign of Giest, she approached him.
"Where is Giest? I must speak to him." asked Esper
"Damnitt....Giest? The asshole is talking to Shade in the main office." said the soldier. Esper rolled her eyes at the blatant disrespect for the Ghost Soldier, but she thanked him anyway.
"Wait, madam!" called the soldier while she was walking away. "....please don't tell Giest I said that, if you, um, please." Esper sarcastically nodded and went on her way, towards the main office. She decided it would be best just to wait for Giest to get out.
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Apologies in advance if I use the "Z word" at all during this RP, hehe... ^^;
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Three days ago: Geist holstered his pistol and grabbed Samsons with both hands. "That was for defecting." said Geist. Samson laughed. "What?" he said. "Don't tell me you missed your buddy Ghoul." Geist shook his head. "Anyone who defects disgusts me." Geist then let go of Samson, dropping him into a large group of reanimated below. He didn't stay to watch him be eaten.
Samson fell through the air. A grin was on his face. It was the grin that appears when one is near death. Or maybe he was grinning because of the pouch in his hand that he took as Geist held him over the edge. The reanimated broke his fall. Samson held the pouch tight but not tight enough to damage its contents. It was his lifeline. One of the reanimated bit him. He opened the pouch and drew a needle from it. Without a moments hesitation he rammed it into his arm and injected the serum. He felt it in his veins, the mixture of Necroenza and Lebenamien. But it was different then what the Ghost members said it felt like. But Samson could not think on these matters right now for he was instantly covered by the reanimated. All his usual weapons were gone. No matter, he will have to do this the old fashioned way. He quickly stood up despite the army of dead clinging to him. The feeling was invigorating. A jab to the neck of the reanimated brought them down. Samson’s attacks became more brutal. His instincts overrode his training and Samson started throwing punches towards the head and he even ripped one of their arms off. Could this be the formula working? Or is this the surge that comes from a struggle for survival?
Soon Samson was covered in blood and on top of a mound of bodies. “Damn, that’s strong stuff.” Samson muttered under his breath. He stumbled as he walked of the dead bodies. Samson placed his hand on his head bracing himself and looked inside Geist’s pouch. Two vials left. Each dose lasts thirteen days max and only after each encounter with the reanimated. Samson examined the bite marks on his left arm, there were quite a lot. His days are numbered but he injected another dose just to be safe. Twenty-six days, probably less. Twenty-six days to find or kill a Ghost. Samson felt lightheaded. He fell over unconscious.
Samson woke up in an abandoned factory. The first thing that hit him was the smell. Judging by the smell and hunger, he has been out for about a day. He looked back at the pile of the dead. Did he do that? Yes, he did. The memories where coming to him. There was no point of waiting for a rescue party. No one will miss him nor does anyone want him around. There were more people who want him dead than the people who want him alive. Samson looked around. He quickly found a dead soldier. His body was eaten thoroughly. Samson only wanted his weapons and ammunition. He grabbed the corpse’s gun and left the factory. ‘I need to find supplies,’ thought Samson. He dropped all unnecessary equipment and started walking.
Day three: Samson has been walking for a whole day in wilderness. He had consumed his last ration bar. But he still had no water. “****.” Samson fell on the ground. The combination of heat, wounds, and thirst were getting to him. It surprised him how long he lasted. But he slowly succumbed to unconsciousness nonetheless. He managed to mutter under his breath before passing out. “Damn you Geist.”
Samson fell through the air. A grin was on his face. It was the grin that appears when one is near death. Or maybe he was grinning because of the pouch in his hand that he took as Geist held him over the edge. The reanimated broke his fall. Samson held the pouch tight but not tight enough to damage its contents. It was his lifeline. One of the reanimated bit him. He opened the pouch and drew a needle from it. Without a moments hesitation he rammed it into his arm and injected the serum. He felt it in his veins, the mixture of Necroenza and Lebenamien. But it was different then what the Ghost members said it felt like. But Samson could not think on these matters right now for he was instantly covered by the reanimated. All his usual weapons were gone. No matter, he will have to do this the old fashioned way. He quickly stood up despite the army of dead clinging to him. The feeling was invigorating. A jab to the neck of the reanimated brought them down. Samson’s attacks became more brutal. His instincts overrode his training and Samson started throwing punches towards the head and he even ripped one of their arms off. Could this be the formula working? Or is this the surge that comes from a struggle for survival?
Soon Samson was covered in blood and on top of a mound of bodies. “Damn, that’s strong stuff.” Samson muttered under his breath. He stumbled as he walked of the dead bodies. Samson placed his hand on his head bracing himself and looked inside Geist’s pouch. Two vials left. Each dose lasts thirteen days max and only after each encounter with the reanimated. Samson examined the bite marks on his left arm, there were quite a lot. His days are numbered but he injected another dose just to be safe. Twenty-six days, probably less. Twenty-six days to find or kill a Ghost. Samson felt lightheaded. He fell over unconscious.
Samson woke up in an abandoned factory. The first thing that hit him was the smell. Judging by the smell and hunger, he has been out for about a day. He looked back at the pile of the dead. Did he do that? Yes, he did. The memories where coming to him. There was no point of waiting for a rescue party. No one will miss him nor does anyone want him around. There were more people who want him dead than the people who want him alive. Samson looked around. He quickly found a dead soldier. His body was eaten thoroughly. Samson only wanted his weapons and ammunition. He grabbed the corpse’s gun and left the factory. ‘I need to find supplies,’ thought Samson. He dropped all unnecessary equipment and started walking.
Day three: Samson has been walking for a whole day in wilderness. He had consumed his last ration bar. But he still had no water. “****.” Samson fell on the ground. The combination of heat, wounds, and thirst were getting to him. It surprised him how long he lasted. But he slowly succumbed to unconsciousness nonetheless. He managed to mutter under his breath before passing out. “Damn you Geist.”
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Maya was hiding out in the woods after a recent reanimated attack, sitting in a tree. She was pretty good at climbing trees, and sleeping on one of the tall branches was helpful for avoiding dander. She had slept through the entire day, and waited until night to start moving. She liked the nighttime, it suited her. She nearly had night vision at this point, and could see pretty much everything, as opposed to most people who wouldn't be able to tell a reanimated from some hobo. Maya surveyed her surroundings, and climbed down from the tree. She got out her black katana, which was difficult for enemies to see at dusk.
Maya had been hiding out in a nearby shack in the woods for the last few weeks, hunting by night. But a recent attack by those damned reanimated destroyed the shack and forced her to retreat. She would have to find a new place to stay for now. She had to get moving.
She sliced down a few branches that were in her way, and continued through the forest. She found her way to a clearing near a steep hill. She saw what appeared to be a man passed out on the ground, and she ran over to aid him. She noticed a pouch that he had on him, and grabbed it. Inside was a needle. She knew what this meant.
A BioCorp Ghost Soldier.
Maya hated BioCorp with a burning passion. But despite a powerful BioCorp member laying right in front of her, a sitting duck, she couldn't bring herself to kill him in his present condition. She sighed, and started walking up the hill.
Suddenly, she heard a bloodcurling scream from behind her. It wasn't from a human. She turned around to see a bulky reanimated, likely a runner. It was alone.
"Strange, I thought these ****ers normally came in groups." Maya thought to herself. The reanimated was looking at the near lifeless body of the man. Maya could have run, left while the reanimated ate its helpless prey. But she felt compelled to help the poor man.
She threw a dagger at the reanimated, hitting its neck. It didn't kill it, and it ran at her. She sliced its head off with her katana.
Having saved the mans life, she couldn't help but do him one more favor. She got a full water bottle from her backpack and put it in front of him. She scanned the area for any more threats, and continued up the hill.
OOC: I was in a big hurry at the end, sorry. Also, I'm gonna be on a 3-day trip, so I don't know how much I'll be able to get on.
Maya had been hiding out in a nearby shack in the woods for the last few weeks, hunting by night. But a recent attack by those damned reanimated destroyed the shack and forced her to retreat. She would have to find a new place to stay for now. She had to get moving.
She sliced down a few branches that were in her way, and continued through the forest. She found her way to a clearing near a steep hill. She saw what appeared to be a man passed out on the ground, and she ran over to aid him. She noticed a pouch that he had on him, and grabbed it. Inside was a needle. She knew what this meant.
A BioCorp Ghost Soldier.
Maya hated BioCorp with a burning passion. But despite a powerful BioCorp member laying right in front of her, a sitting duck, she couldn't bring herself to kill him in his present condition. She sighed, and started walking up the hill.
Suddenly, she heard a bloodcurling scream from behind her. It wasn't from a human. She turned around to see a bulky reanimated, likely a runner. It was alone.
"Strange, I thought these ****ers normally came in groups." Maya thought to herself. The reanimated was looking at the near lifeless body of the man. Maya could have run, left while the reanimated ate its helpless prey. But she felt compelled to help the poor man.
She threw a dagger at the reanimated, hitting its neck. It didn't kill it, and it ran at her. She sliced its head off with her katana.
Having saved the mans life, she couldn't help but do him one more favor. She got a full water bottle from her backpack and put it in front of him. She scanned the area for any more threats, and continued up the hill.
OOC: I was in a big hurry at the end, sorry. Also, I'm gonna be on a 3-day trip, so I don't know how much I'll be able to get on.
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Stalking Wolf loosened his grip slightly. The man who was dangling upside-down over the side of the tall building felt Wolf's grasp lessen slightly around his ankle and let out a scream. "You best be quiet." said Wolf. "If I'm distracted fighting off the hollowed ones, I'll drop you."
The man started to cry. "Okay okay!" he said. "I'll tell ya whatever you need to know! Just pull me back the f**** in!" Wolf tightened his grip again. "Good." he said. "Days ago the black clad soldiers where here, I know it. I've been tracking this group of men for many moons. I do not care what reason this abandoned town holds significance to them, or why they have paid you and have given you weapons to keep this place free of people. I want to know where they have gone to."
The man took a few breaths. "North." he said in tears. "They went north! Now please, free me!" Wolf then threw the man back onto the roof top. "How far north? Did they leave any information on where they were heading to?" The man breathed heavily and wiped the tears from his eyes. "No." he said. "They wouldn't tell me, and they warned me not to leave. They said if they come back and I wasn't here they would kill me. I swear." Wolf looked around, night was coming. "I believe you." he said. With that he started walking to the staircase."I wont let them know that you have informed me, in return for you not firing at me as I leave. Fire at me though, and you will fail, and you will die."
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Geist exited the room and noticed Esper waiting for him. "You were looking for me I suppose." He said.
The man started to cry. "Okay okay!" he said. "I'll tell ya whatever you need to know! Just pull me back the f**** in!" Wolf tightened his grip again. "Good." he said. "Days ago the black clad soldiers where here, I know it. I've been tracking this group of men for many moons. I do not care what reason this abandoned town holds significance to them, or why they have paid you and have given you weapons to keep this place free of people. I want to know where they have gone to."
The man took a few breaths. "North." he said in tears. "They went north! Now please, free me!" Wolf then threw the man back onto the roof top. "How far north? Did they leave any information on where they were heading to?" The man breathed heavily and wiped the tears from his eyes. "No." he said. "They wouldn't tell me, and they warned me not to leave. They said if they come back and I wasn't here they would kill me. I swear." Wolf looked around, night was coming. "I believe you." he said. With that he started walking to the staircase."I wont let them know that you have informed me, in return for you not firing at me as I leave. Fire at me though, and you will fail, and you will die."
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Geist exited the room and noticed Esper waiting for him. "You were looking for me I suppose." He said.
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"With all due respect," Said Geist. "I find it odd that our information specialist, the head of intel gather, is asking me what's going on around here. Last I heard you never stray from the loop. That is your job, right?" He paused for a moment. "No official plan yet, honorable Shade is giving me the task of tracking this thing down, finding out if it's even real. A task best set for you, but I will not question the orders. The mission is my will, and I will see it through. If you'll excuse me."
He started to walk away, then turned to look at the soldier watching them. "You." he said. The soldier pointed to himself in question. "Me, sir?" said the soldier. "Front and center." said Geist. The soldier ran over to Geist and stood before him. Geist swiftly punched him in the stomach. The soldier fell to his knees. "If I had emotions this would be worse. This isn't payback, this is disciplinary action for breaking the rules. You will show the utmost of respect to all that rank above you under any circumstances, are we clear?"
The soldier nodded. "Yes sir." he said. "Get on your feet." said Geist. He then looked to Esper. "Don't let them get out of line. The undisciplined ones take it for granted, get sloppy when other soldiers lives are depending on them." He then looked back to the soldier. "Remember, we Ghosts hear everything, it's our job."
He started to walk away, then turned to look at the soldier watching them. "You." he said. The soldier pointed to himself in question. "Me, sir?" said the soldier. "Front and center." said Geist. The soldier ran over to Geist and stood before him. Geist swiftly punched him in the stomach. The soldier fell to his knees. "If I had emotions this would be worse. This isn't payback, this is disciplinary action for breaking the rules. You will show the utmost of respect to all that rank above you under any circumstances, are we clear?"
The soldier nodded. "Yes sir." he said. "Get on your feet." said Geist. He then looked to Esper. "Don't let them get out of line. The undisciplined ones take it for granted, get sloppy when other soldiers lives are depending on them." He then looked back to the soldier. "Remember, we Ghosts hear everything, it's our job."
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The seemingly unending heat that radiated from the sun finally began to fade as it sank into a sea of sand. With its passing, the sky transformed into a blackened tapestry, sprinkled with thousands of tiny lights. The thought that each of these lights could indeed hold another world that may be looking back on the earth at this very moment is perplexing enough as is. The only thing more perplexing would be wondering how many other worlds had undergone the same kind of catastrophe, the same hectic obliteration...
To think how many have gone through it, and wonder if the fate of this world even matters to the problems of the universe...
Aerian had been sprinting for a few hours now, following the tire tracks in the sand left by a truck. As he continued to follow them, he realized the tracks were getting fresher and fresher. This meant only one thing.
He was catching up.
Meanwhile...
Tiny nodes sent minute jolts of electricity to a series of power conduits, each of these connected to a series of wires that ran to corresponding metallic joints and artificial intelligence nodes. These nodes picked up on brain waves through the circuitry that connected them and delivered the desired result in a nanosecond, so when Colonel Morton heard the news that Ramirez was waiting to meet with him, the series of metal fingers that now served as his arm made a fist so quickly and so tight that if any physical material had been in his hand, it would have been reduced to its base form.
A nerve on Byron Thaddeus Morton's head twitched as he recollected the recent events and actions of his troops. He wondered what had become of his America. He wondered where his home of the free and land of the brave was now. As he pondered, he knew the answer to these questions all too well,
He just did not want to accept them.
The reality was... America was already gone.
Morton paced away from the courier who had informed him of Ramirez' arrival and sat down in his chair behind a large wooden desk that held some of Morton's more personal memoirs. The stern look on his face melted into a look of sadness and regret as his gaze caught itself on a picture of a beautiful woman and two young boys. If he had been anywhere else, anyone else, this vision would have brought tears to his eyes. But it does not phase him because he cannot let it. It does not show physically because he must not let it. He does not show his fear or remorse because he is more than just a man. He does this because he has to. Because he can take it. Because he is the last remaining hope for the free world.
"Dupree.." he said sternly with a sigh, "get Ramirez in here now. Time is of the essence."
The PFC courier piped up, "Yes sir, right away sir!" he turned about face and quickly vacated the Colonel's office to deliver his command.
As the PFC left his office, Morton's gaze once again returned to the picture of his former wife and twin sons. "Oh Betty..." he sighed, "you have to help me stay strong, now more than ever..."
He touched his hand to the surface of the picture, and begrudgingly resumed writing a dossier for the next movement of his Pulse soldiers.
OOC: sorry I haven't posted much guys, been busy. Definately have plenty of time to post now during the weekdays though.
To think how many have gone through it, and wonder if the fate of this world even matters to the problems of the universe...
Aerian had been sprinting for a few hours now, following the tire tracks in the sand left by a truck. As he continued to follow them, he realized the tracks were getting fresher and fresher. This meant only one thing.
He was catching up.
Meanwhile...
Tiny nodes sent minute jolts of electricity to a series of power conduits, each of these connected to a series of wires that ran to corresponding metallic joints and artificial intelligence nodes. These nodes picked up on brain waves through the circuitry that connected them and delivered the desired result in a nanosecond, so when Colonel Morton heard the news that Ramirez was waiting to meet with him, the series of metal fingers that now served as his arm made a fist so quickly and so tight that if any physical material had been in his hand, it would have been reduced to its base form.
A nerve on Byron Thaddeus Morton's head twitched as he recollected the recent events and actions of his troops. He wondered what had become of his America. He wondered where his home of the free and land of the brave was now. As he pondered, he knew the answer to these questions all too well,
He just did not want to accept them.
The reality was... America was already gone.
Morton paced away from the courier who had informed him of Ramirez' arrival and sat down in his chair behind a large wooden desk that held some of Morton's more personal memoirs. The stern look on his face melted into a look of sadness and regret as his gaze caught itself on a picture of a beautiful woman and two young boys. If he had been anywhere else, anyone else, this vision would have brought tears to his eyes. But it does not phase him because he cannot let it. It does not show physically because he must not let it. He does not show his fear or remorse because he is more than just a man. He does this because he has to. Because he can take it. Because he is the last remaining hope for the free world.
"Dupree.." he said sternly with a sigh, "get Ramirez in here now. Time is of the essence."
The PFC courier piped up, "Yes sir, right away sir!" he turned about face and quickly vacated the Colonel's office to deliver his command.
As the PFC left his office, Morton's gaze once again returned to the picture of his former wife and twin sons. "Oh Betty..." he sighed, "you have to help me stay strong, now more than ever..."
He touched his hand to the surface of the picture, and begrudgingly resumed writing a dossier for the next movement of his Pulse soldiers.
OOC: sorry I haven't posted much guys, been busy. Definately have plenty of time to post now during the weekdays though.
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Ramirez hopped up from his seat at the sound of his name. He looked to the source, a PFC calling him over to tell him that the Colenel will now see him. Ramirez walked into the office and stood to attention. "PFC John Ramirez reporting as you asked, sir." He said
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Jessie drove the pick-up through the desert, as she had been for the past fourty five minutes after switching with Trent. Trent was in the passenger seat asleep, leaning on Rosco who sat between them. Jessie checked her watch. "****." she uttered. She put her foot down on the breaks and stopped the truck. The stop awoke Trent. He looked right to her upon awaking. "How much time?" he asked. "Five minutes she said
Trent grabbed the bat and opened the door, Rosco and Jessie exited soon after. They quickly glanced around as they pulled the tarp out and covered the truck. Seconds passed, then the loud click was heard. A gust of wind blew through the area. After a few minutes they started to pull the tarp off. "I'm sorry." Jessie said. "I should have been paying attention, that was close.
Trent waved his hand. "Five minutes is plenty of time hun, don't worry yourself over it." he said. Jessie sighed and looked up at the sky. The sun was setting. She stopped to think for a second, before something tugged at her shoe. She looked down to scream out of horror at the man missing the lower half of his body grabbing her foot. It looked up at her and let out a loud moan. She quickly kicked it off of her and backed up. "Trent!" she yelled. Trent quickly ran over and swiftly brought his bat down onto it's head, smashing it in. He then hugged Jessie. "Are you alright!?" he asked. "I'm fine, I'm fine..." she said. "Just freaked me out a bit is all.
Then they heard another moan, several other moans, coming from the other side of a near by hill. "Get in the truck, now..." said Trent. The three hopped into the cab of the truck and revved it up. Trent put it into drive and hit the gas. Suddenly, two undead beings appeared infront of the truck. Runners. The truck, though sturdy, hit them an damaged the front of the truck. The hood flew open and blinded them. Trent hit the breaks and the hood slammed back down, showing that while blindly driving he managed to drive closer to the group of undead. As he saw the large group creeping towards the truck, he quickly realized that the truck stalled upon stopping. Try as he might, it would not start again. He looked to Jessie, then to the hoard, not knowing what to do. To make matters worse, it had already started to get dark.
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Jessie drove the pick-up through the desert, as she had been for the past fourty five minutes after switching with Trent. Trent was in the passenger seat asleep, leaning on Rosco who sat between them. Jessie checked her watch. "****." she uttered. She put her foot down on the breaks and stopped the truck. The stop awoke Trent. He looked right to her upon awaking. "How much time?" he asked. "Five minutes she said
Trent grabbed the bat and opened the door, Rosco and Jessie exited soon after. They quickly glanced around as they pulled the tarp out and covered the truck. Seconds passed, then the loud click was heard. A gust of wind blew through the area. After a few minutes they started to pull the tarp off. "I'm sorry." Jessie said. "I should have been paying attention, that was close.
Trent waved his hand. "Five minutes is plenty of time hun, don't worry yourself over it." he said. Jessie sighed and looked up at the sky. The sun was setting. She stopped to think for a second, before something tugged at her shoe. She looked down to scream out of horror at the man missing the lower half of his body grabbing her foot. It looked up at her and let out a loud moan. She quickly kicked it off of her and backed up. "Trent!" she yelled. Trent quickly ran over and swiftly brought his bat down onto it's head, smashing it in. He then hugged Jessie. "Are you alright!?" he asked. "I'm fine, I'm fine..." she said. "Just freaked me out a bit is all.
Then they heard another moan, several other moans, coming from the other side of a near by hill. "Get in the truck, now..." said Trent. The three hopped into the cab of the truck and revved it up. Trent put it into drive and hit the gas. Suddenly, two undead beings appeared infront of the truck. Runners. The truck, though sturdy, hit them an damaged the front of the truck. The hood flew open and blinded them. Trent hit the breaks and the hood slammed back down, showing that while blindly driving he managed to drive closer to the group of undead. As he saw the large group creeping towards the truck, he quickly realized that the truck stalled upon stopping. Try as he might, it would not start again. He looked to Jessie, then to the hoard, not knowing what to do. To make matters worse, it had already started to get dark.
A soldier ran up to Esper just as Geist was out of sight. "I have a message for you from Shade." With that he handed her an envelope. The envelope was sealed with the Lance seal. The seal indicated two things. Firstly, this message was to be read in private. Secondly, this message concerned only the B.C.C.O. and must not fall into BioCorps' hands.
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James Nolen had been walking along the roads. Most bandits used them when travelling between different areas. Nolen had already came across a group of ten bandits. He managed to steal three bottles of water and a bag of food without killing the bandit on night watch. He would let them fight it out then take the rest when they killed each other. The next day they did just that. When Nolen came back there were only five left. Perfect.
That was five days ago. He conserved his provisions well but it was running out at a steady pace. The next stop should be a few more days of walking. It was nearing night. Nolen was sitting down and eating an energy bar when he heard the moan of the dead, a dog, and a truck. Nolen quickly opened a bottle and poured it on his skin and clothes. Its contents were a combination of chemicals that eliminated his scent. He learned the trick from his grandfather when hunting dear and had adapted this technique to appear like an inanimate object to the reanimated. As long as he made no sounds he was safe. But the truck noise piqued his curiosity. He loaded his twelve gauge and peaked over the edge of a hill. Two people sat in the truck with an army of the dead closing on them. He held up his shotgun. He did not bother to saw off the barrel earlier. He liked being accurate more than he liked being quick.
BOOM! The head of one of the reanimated exploded. Half the group ceased heading for the truck and started for the sound his shotgun made. He took three more shots at the ones after the truck before the half that broke off where close to him. Nolen dropped his twelve gauge and made a rush for the truck. Looking back at the mob, he tossed a Pulse Issued grenade behind him. The grenade exploded and they were instantly incinerated. The other half, which were already trying to get inside the truck, made their way towards Nolen. He could not let them damage the truck. He was tired of walking. Just before he was in attack range, he drew his trusty axe and made quick work out of their sluggish movements. After finishing the last of them he walked over to the front of the truck and held up his thumb infront of him.
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James Nolen had been walking along the roads. Most bandits used them when travelling between different areas. Nolen had already came across a group of ten bandits. He managed to steal three bottles of water and a bag of food without killing the bandit on night watch. He would let them fight it out then take the rest when they killed each other. The next day they did just that. When Nolen came back there were only five left. Perfect.
That was five days ago. He conserved his provisions well but it was running out at a steady pace. The next stop should be a few more days of walking. It was nearing night. Nolen was sitting down and eating an energy bar when he heard the moan of the dead, a dog, and a truck. Nolen quickly opened a bottle and poured it on his skin and clothes. Its contents were a combination of chemicals that eliminated his scent. He learned the trick from his grandfather when hunting dear and had adapted this technique to appear like an inanimate object to the reanimated. As long as he made no sounds he was safe. But the truck noise piqued his curiosity. He loaded his twelve gauge and peaked over the edge of a hill. Two people sat in the truck with an army of the dead closing on them. He held up his shotgun. He did not bother to saw off the barrel earlier. He liked being accurate more than he liked being quick.
BOOM! The head of one of the reanimated exploded. Half the group ceased heading for the truck and started for the sound his shotgun made. He took three more shots at the ones after the truck before the half that broke off where close to him. Nolen dropped his twelve gauge and made a rush for the truck. Looking back at the mob, he tossed a Pulse Issued grenade behind him. The grenade exploded and they were instantly incinerated. The other half, which were already trying to get inside the truck, made their way towards Nolen. He could not let them damage the truck. He was tired of walking. Just before he was in attack range, he drew his trusty axe and made quick work out of their sluggish movements. After finishing the last of them he walked over to the front of the truck and held up his thumb infront of him.
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Trent and Jessie slowly exited the truck. Though Nolen had just saved their lives, trust is a rarity in these times, as people have helped them out before just to stab them in the back soon after, and they were one of the few people besides Pulse with a working vehicle, not to mention a large amount of weapons in the back. Nonetheless they were grateful for the help.
Trent walked up to the man and extended his hand. "Much appreciated sir." He said. "We could've handled it, but they had us surrounded. Getting out of the truck would've been a bad move. Guess it was stupid of me to not keep a gun in the cab of the truck. I'm Trent. She's Jessie and he's Rosco."
Trent walked up to the man and extended his hand. "Much appreciated sir." He said. "We could've handled it, but they had us surrounded. Getting out of the truck would've been a bad move. Guess it was stupid of me to not keep a gun in the cab of the truck. I'm Trent. She's Jessie and he's Rosco."
