Days Passed Away

[The Storm]

Aelrein's gaze turned towards Jesse.

"Don't dare to speak to me, whelp. You cannot hope to match me in combat."

His glare returned to Trent.

"I have no real quarrel with you. Thinking you could kill me with such a paltry attempt... It should only serve as an example that you are not ready of what is to come. Speaking of which...."

Aelrein breathed in the sandy air deeply, opening his mouth wide he let out a bloodcurdling screech. The sound echoed throughout the wasteland. A low rumble began to build, and Aelrein grinned at his apparent success.

"By the time this is over... You," he pointed at Jessie, "you will die..."

With that, Aelrein sprinted in the opposite direction faster than any known land animal as the cloud of moaning darkness known as a Dead Head swarm closed in on the group.

 

[TampaBondo]

I think this whole thing would make for one heck of an e-book when it is completed! Awesome!

 

[The Storm]

Ooc: @ Tampa: it's what we do man. Glad your enjoying it.

 

[Splash_King]

I think this whole thing would make for one heck of an e-book when it is completed! Awesome!

Much as I certainly agree... dont post in an RP thread unless youre part of the RP fpwgirnhipghtnhgiedtnhiypyhtjypjyjryj

Unspoken rule amongst RPers, so I don't blame ya for knowin'. Mainly to keep the RP thread serious, and free of chatter. Keep all the praise to this thread pl0x. ... Unless Bodine disagrees and I therefore am a gun-jumpin', presumptuous idiot.

 

[Bodine]

OOC: No CK you're right. Tampa while I appreciate you liking the story so far, posts about the RP that arent part of the story should be limited to the thread in the link CK has provided. But again, thanks for the compliments.

 

[Mr. MR]

Nolen still took aim at this creep. He was not going to let him pull that stunt then leave unscathed. In his mind he knew that this guy was either prideful in leaving us for dead in the hand of his minions or he was unsure of his success in a direct confrontation.

He had hunted cheetahs in Africa. Shooting him should not prove too difficult. He took aim and fired. Nolen thought his rifled slug hit but he could not be sure. With the hoard approaching he grabbed a AK-47 from the back of Trent's truck along with a few extra magazines.

 

[Bodine]

For a short while, all was quite. Then the moans got louder and louder as they neared.

"****..." saide Trent. "****.... ****.... **** **** **** ****!

He quickly ran to the truck and popped the hood open. Smoke and steam bellowed out as it escaped from the engine compartment. Trent looked around nervously then back down to the steaming engine.

"I don't have the time to fix this!" he said to himself. "Babe!" yelled Jessie. He looked to her as she tossed him a shotgun. He turned to look at the hoard of dead creeping nearer and nearer. "Nolen." he said.

Trents switch had been flipped again.

"We have about six to eight grenades back there. Take half and use them wisely. Don't you dare go wastin' my grenades."

 

[The Storm]

As Aerian continued to sprint on all fours, he felt a bullet hit his side and glance off his armor. Ignoring it, he simply continued to sprint, quickly losing sight of his adversaries and the hell that awaited them.

 

[Bodine]

Trent remained quiet as the moans approached closer. He steadied his aim. He calmed his heart. He slowed his breathing. They slowly emerged within sight.

Three, there were only three dead heads heading their way.

Trent gave them an odd look. "Well..." said Jessie. "That was anticlimactic." Trent pulled back the charging handle to the AK. "Waste them!" he said with a smile. Trent and Jessie opened fire, oblitherating the three dead heads. After that he looked to Nolen, who still had eyes on the direction their visitor fled to. "Does it look like he might come back?" Trent asked him.

 

[Mr. MR]

"I doubt it. But I doubt that wont be the last time we see him."

OOC: I am pretty sure a rifled slug will rip through armor. Next time I will use flechette to make sure

 

[The Storm]

OOC: glanced off the flat surface of the armor on his back. That and its BP.

 

[Bodine]

Trent placed his weapon back into the back of the truck. "Either way, I dont want to be here long enough to find out. First thing in the morning we are heading to that place near by. We'll get whatever we need from those bandits then take you where ever you need to go, Mr. Nolen. While we are on the subject of where peoples destinations are, what have you heard about Dallas? Or have you been there?"

 

[Mr. MR]

OOC: BP has it's limits. A rifled slug from a 12 gauge can go through BP glass

 

[Bodine]

Stalking Wolf made his way into a small town somewhere hidden in the forests of his nearby miuntain village. It was dark, a night of a new moon. He could hear the moans of the undead inside the houses as he quietly walks down the central road going through the town. They are unaware of his presence. He has mastered stealth to its limit, so much that even his natural scent doesnt give him away.

He came to this place while tracking down a small group of BioCorp scientist being escorted by an entire platoon of B.C.C.O. soldiers. It was an oppurtunity he wouldn't dare pass up. BioCorp scientist generally know more vital information that could help his hunt than the soldiers, and they are generally easier to get information out of. He'll have to tread carefully though. Through his experiance he is aware of BioCorps protocol for the soldiers to kill off the scientist to keep the information from getting out if the situation seemingly leads to such a scenario.

He'll have to be quiet, and silently eliminate the soldiers before approaching the scientist. They're somewhere in this small town, but where would they stay without attracting the attention of the undead? As he was thinking he noticed a red light blinking in the window of a house he was now standing next to. He decided to check and see what it was, and if it might be a clue as to the whereabout of his prey.

He quietly opened the door. A loud moan was heard, a dead head was inside, and close. But it didnt know of Wolf just yet. He slowly walked into the kitchen where the window was located. He saw what seemed to be a red metal pot with a small amount of light from the stars outside reflecting off of it. 'Nothing.' Wolf thought to himself. The moan was heard again, and the rattling of chains. Wolf was about to leave when he heard the moan and chains again, and wondered why the sounds came simultaneously. He headed to the living room of the house. There he saw a zombie staring out of a window, stretching his arms forward. The undead was being constrained by a metal chain wrapped around its neck, the other end being attached to a bolt in the wall on the opposite side of the room.

Wolf walked up quietly behind it, looking to where the dead head was looking. A large mechanics garage by the looks of it. He then took out a small knife and quickly jabbed it through the back of the undeads head. He examined the chain, wondering what the hell was going on. He then looked out the window again, knowing the answers would lay there, in the garage.

 

[Neosquid]

OOC: Sorry. v.v

IC:

Esper read the letter. It involved spies secretly gathering intelligence inside the B.C.C.O. She had been ordered to track the spies down.

The best place to start, she thought, would be reviewing the files on some of the BioCorp members. She made her way to her office. It was a somewhat run down room, not very large. It was prone to gathering dust and spider webs, which she usually cleaned off. It had thick red carpeting and brick walls which were painted white. There was a large wooden desk, and on each side, a small table which each held a blue vase. Behind the desk was a door which led to a file room, which she entered.

The room was dark, but Esper didn't need to feel around the wall for the light switch, since she had been here enough to memorize its location. There were multiple file cabinets lined up against the cold stone wall. She opened the cabinet labeled "BioCorp Member Data". Esper pulled out a metal folding chair and sat on while going through files.

After about 30 minutes of looking through the files, Esper had found nothing significant. She decided to take a break to look at some Pulse Data. About 10 minutes into that, Esper took a long look at the paper she was holding. Something was...familiar. She was holding the information she had on the Pulse soldier named "Frank Hellshutter". "Hellshutter"....that last name. Of course! She had known a female BioCorp soldier by the name of "Sam Hellshutter", who had recently passed away in combat. Sam had mentioned having a brother, but never said anything about him working for Pulse. Is it possible that Sam was a spy?

Sam Hellshutter had a close best friend in BioCorp before she died. Her friend was named "Susan Orenon". The friendship was notable because Susan and Sam seemed to know each other from the past. It could very well be possible that Susan and Sam were both spies for Pulse. Nothing concrete, but this was evidence that couldn't be ignored. Esper would have to spy on Susan.

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The lady at the front desk was about to respond, when a man that was walking by her spoke. The man was wearing a blue vest with no shirt underneath and brown cargo pants. He was very bulky and had thin brown hair.

"This guy giving you trouble?" He rudely remarked. "I'll take him off your hands." He smiled.

"And who might you be?" asked an annoyed Glem

"Me? Oh, I'm only the head of this Pulse base. You can call me Smalls." said the man, who was ironically quite large. "You know Glem, as a Pulse helper, you think you'd have known that..."

Glem laughed. "Sorry buddy, I don't waste my time memorizing small time employees. You know what wouldn't waste my time? Going over this weapon stuff with me."

Smalls nodded reluctantly and led Glem down a hallway, and into an office.

"What is it this time, pretty boy?" asked Smalls

"Made an upgrade that allows your standard guns to hold more juice. Hmm?" asked Glem

"How much more"? asked Smalls

"Depends how good you're willing to make me feel today, Tiny." Glem winked. Smalls rolled his eyes and threw Glem a bag of cash containing $500.

"About ⅓ more then the current models, and they only take a bit more to produce. What do you think? Is it fabulous, or is it fantabulous?" asked Glem

"...sounds like a pretty good upgrade. Call me impressed." admitted Smalls.