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Post by Braddoc on Jun 1, 2010 19:21:07 GMT -5
I woke up coughing, the pain from my face, followed by my shoulder and leg, pretty much all my body too. My head felt like it was about to split open. The couch under me creeked. Taking my watch to my eyes, it was around 9:15 in the morning. That took out a weight on my shoulders; I survived, thanks to whoever knocked me out. They even bandaged my wounds pretty well too. Looking around, the place was dark, the windows seemed boarded up, but there was enough sunlight getting in to ‘see’. Kinda hard to see when everything’s a blur 3 inches forward in front of you.
I got up, at least my socks were still there. Dunno about the rest of my clothes, but I need a smoke. I limped to a table in what passed for the kitchen, I think. There was a bunch of crap on the table. My crap. No clothes yet, nor my weapons, but at least I had my smokes, at least half of what I had last night. And my sunglasses too. I was sitting in the kitchen area of a 5½ apartment, the place was rather clean, for an abandoned place. No Watchers or spirits or anything. Bathroom with water, if you can count a bucket of water near the can as utilities. An office with books, REAL books, cheapo build-it-yourself desk, posters of animal anatomy. Milk crates chair. My savior’s was into animal, lots of books about animal biology, anatomy, even a few papa-zoological tomes. Too pointy a library for just a fan of the lil’furry critters actually. At least it wasn’t a crazy cat person..just a crazy pigeon person. ‘Dunno if that’s better or worse.
Back to the bathroom, I checked up my face: The bandages was going around my head over my nose and forehead. My left eye was starting to turn black. I topped my smoke in the water and disposed of it in the toilet, even if there was no water in it. Drek! I hope the owner didn’t mind...too late for that. The other room was a bedroom, Queen sized bed, old bedsheets, again with cheapo drawers too. I glanced in the closet, just to see, With the 10 pairs of shoes of everything kind, too much clothing for one person it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what I was dealing with. Good, at least I might be able to pay with sex without feeling violated.
The door leading out was reinforced with metal sheets, padlocks and locks. It doesn’t look like much, but if there’s someone here, that means it’s doing the job of keeping the freaks out. I could see outside, up form the 5th floor of the building. The sun blinded me for a second before the eyesight got used to it. Yup, it was day outside. The owner had a few large opening in the boarded windows, enough to hang a rifle and take some pot-shots left and right. The hunters from last night were just blood and gear. The van was still there. Good.
Dragging myself back at the table, I checked my poc sec and my cellphone: no service in your area, please try again later. Fraggin’ death zone. I lid another smoke when the locks on the door began shifting. ‘Got nervous a bit, but it’s not like the undead or crazy ghouls can work a key. The woman entered, she froze for a second when she saw me, but got in and closed the door before getting her hooded longcoat off. She wasn’t that bad: ok figure, nice ass, and she was packing a Ruger, nice choice. If it wasn’t for the fact that she didn’t have a single hair on her head, was white a snow and had empty eyesockets, she might have been a good number.
Didn’t expect that one.
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Post by Braddoc on May 31, 2010 20:33:20 GMT -5
The duffel bag had a few useful things; a couple of frag grenades, few IR smoke grenades, some water and rations bars, half a dozen glow stick, spare batteries (but no flashlight), power drill, screws, some rope and climbing gear, AK banana mags, Ingram mags, Predator mags, all filled with Ex-Ex. Those damn things can explode in your gun, blowing your hand and face. Those idiots should have gone with Hollow-Point: I never saw a Ghoul or a flesh-eater wearing armour. All and all, just a bunch of crap that doesn’t serve any purpose now. At least there was a first aid kit, even if it was the 20 Nuyen kind they sell at Stuffer Shack. Cheapo kit but at least there’s a mirror.
Damn, those scratches were deeper than I thought, I think, it’s kinda hard to see. They’ll scar for sure, I’d need some magical healing to close those up. I didn’t have time to work a bandage when there was a loud whack at the door. The steel door would hold, but those Robertson screws drilled on the frame might not be as tough as they were right now.
I danced left and right; back down the fire ladder or get those planks across the next building? Hair raising scratches comming from the other side of the door made me go for the planks: that and I didn’t have enough ammo or two perfectly working arms to go melee with the undead. I sling the bag over my functioning shoulder, and got those planks up: 4 meters of drilled, nailed green wood, 16 inches across. I can barely hold it straight up, much less get it up the 2 feet wall. The banging gets louder. Actually it’s just because that it’s the only sound that’s breaking the silence. Now to see if it’s the ideal length.
The bridge bounces a couple of times, but it doesn’t fall. At least that’s that. I get up on the wall and begin crossing over. I don’t trust this one bit. It wiggles and bend under my weight. ThinklightthoughtsThinklightthoughtsThinklightthoughts. Halfway there, keep going..c’mon. One of the bolt-locks breaks off the door with a loud crack and, like an idiot, I turned to see, loosing my balance. I throw myself toward the other building, the plank bridge falls down on the ground, I land on the 5th floor fire escape railing, blowing out all of my breath. Leaning myself forward I fall down the stairs to the 4th floor. My heart beat can be felt form my right shoulder. What little blood coagulated on my face breaks open. I almost blacked-out from the pain. If it wasn’t for some blood getting into my eye, getting me to panic a little, I might have.
I woulda stayed there, taking a break for a few minutes, but the breaking of the door made me snap back to reality. I stumbled up, just too see some crazed ghoul fall off the building. Not exactly the smartest kind of freak. Tough as drek though, ‘probably be up in 2, 3 minutes. I get back up to the 5th floor and up the ladder to the roof. Breathing’s painful now. M right elbow can bend 90 degrees, can’t do much past that.
I leaned on the door. No bolts or anything. The makeshift draw bridge I saw was actually on the other damn building. By the R-roo R-roo-ing, the cages there are packing pigeons. What kind of dumb fraghead raises pigeons in this part of town? My musing was cut short when something pushed on the door, screaming. I returned the scream, just more terrified. The gravel on the roof didn’t help with getting a good foothold. I took my piece and fired blindly inside. 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7. Empty Empty. Whatever was pushing stumbled down the staircase. I threw a frag grenade in just to make sure, screaming as I did. I got the drill out, fumble with the screws and started drilling. Encouraging myself by screaming worked to keep me focus at least. I knew I was just pushing back the inevitable for a few moments. Suicide started to look good for the first time in my life. I drilled 3 screws in, fraggin’ battery died halfway on the fourth. Whole 10 seconds bought, maybe.
Dragging myself toward the draw bridge, I cracked a glod rod to at least see what was on the other side. Pulleys and ropes with a gear system in place, locked by a pawl. Pawl that was 4 meters away. The door ain’t gonna hold. Panic settled in. Something warm was dripping down my back. I took a battery and tried to throw it at the pawl, maybe flip it over. And another, and another. A few Predator mags, hard to get precision when you can’t see. I could shoot at it and break it up, but how would I get the bridge up? Lots of banging came from the door. Disorganized banging. If only I’d had gel rounds, that would be good pressure without breaking th..
Wait, that’s it! My Taurus was loaded with gel, in case a non-lethal solution presented itself, or just to remind folks what the deal was. ‘Took aim and fired. Miss. Relax, take it easy, breathe, even if it hurts, even if you can’t see nothing. Metal grinded, the screws were breaking up. Miss again. The pigeons were started to jump around in their cages. 3rd shot was a good, the bridge fell down, It was makeshift, but it was sturdy. The Taurus ended in my pocket and I started to crank the bridge up. My right arm was good for nothing, short of holding itself on my torso. 3 inches up and the door swung open, a few flesh-eaters fell down face first. Whoever made that gearing did a halfassed job at it, it’s too heavy to raise at a decent speed. Just a feet up in the air, that’ll stop those slow-mos from crossing. 4 inches...6...8....c’mon they’re getting closer. My chances were getting better by every tun of the handle, until something fast, yelling and bloodied bursted from the staircase.
I turned and ran in the mazes of wooden cages, screaming in terror. It sure makes you forget your pain. Something was lying there, a pipe or hose, dunno, but my foot got stuck and down I went. I rolled to my back as the thing rushed me. I pushed him with my leg, but it ended up being slashed. My strength was leaving me, I tried reaching my knife, but a loud bang made me jumped in fear as the Ghoul’s head jerked backward, spraying brains all over the birds. Crawling back with my good arm, I stopped when I hit a pair of legs. Looking up, the person was swinging me his rifle butt. I saw it, I could maybe block it with my arm or just letting me fall flat on the ground, but I didn’t...just too damn tired to do anythi..*WHACK*
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Post by Braddoc on May 30, 2010 10:43:58 GMT -5
“Fortunately” for me, they seem to be busy with eating the poor bastards who possibly tried to shoot their way back to their van. Looking at the zombie trail, they set-up in a building then tried to escape when they got over their heads. A van means a way to escape.
It also means there’s keys to unlock it and to bring it to life. There’s no chance of having your ride lifted here, except if the undead can drive (they can hold guns so who knows), but reflex dictates that you kill the engine, you take the keys out. It’s reflex, you can’t help it. That means the keys might be somewhere with the ripped clothes, uneaten body parts and blood.
I crossed the street, going toward the building with the bloodied entrance. There’s a fire escape in the alley, just need to get those zombies’ attention, climb a floor or two as they give chase into the alley, then stroll out the front door, get the keys and drive away. Easy does it. Those bounty hunters musta cleared the building anyway if they hung around in it. I hopped on the sidewalk when the shot rang out, hitting me in the right shoulder blade. I fell, not much from the hit but the surprise of it. Zombie Shooter popped a few more rounds over my head; by the bang of it, it was Ex-Ex. I returned the favour, 19, 18, at least they’re too slow to duck or dodge. I have their attention now. The damn round blew up my jacket and vest, I’m bleeding. Moving dinner with a nice smell, and I can’t get my right arm higher than my chest. I got up and into the alley, a SMG burst following me. Dumbass Ex-Ex. I had to run almost to the end of the alley to get a trash can. I flipped it over and got up. The damn ladder was still a feet away. I holstered my piece and jumped. I hung to the bar, getting my weight into it. It took a couple of swings to get the ladder down. They arrive, the SMG one firing again. The burst hit the wall, I get a chunk of brick on the face. 17, 16, 15 ,14. At least now they won’t shooting. I got up on the first floor and reloaded. I took out my painkillers when another burst got off. ‘Bastards are clever for moving corpses. I tried to get as small as possible, dropping my PKs in the excitement. ‘Guess I’ll have to tough it up. I ran up a floor, no more shooting. They’re smart but don’t know how to reload, at least something going my way.
I reached the second floor. The window was already broken up for my convenience. Too bad right inside there was something rushing towards me. I sucker-punched it in the face, zombies are not known for their strong balance, what with the muscles rotting away. It didn’t stumbled back, or seemed to be affected by the hit. When it upper body got out from the darkness of the corridor into the moonlight I saw why: It was a ghoul. I must be like a forest fire to him. I put my right arm in the way, which he bit with all of his might. Good thing I got my forearm guards, it feel more like crushing than piercing, but my arm’s not good to hold his goddamn claws back and he slashes me a couple of times in the face. My rims flies off, mow I’m attacked by some pale blur. I stick my barrel under his jaw and fire, 13. I pushed him to the side, screaming half in fear, half in panic.
*CROUNCH* I stepped on something, something I know.
Fragfragfragfragfrag. Good news is I can see now. The bad news is it’s now looks like I’m looking through the offspring of a broken windshield and a kaleidoscope, minus the colours. I checked my forearm guard: there’s teeth marks all right, but they didn’t go through. At least that’s that. No way I’m going into that building if there’s ghouls. Zombies I can outrun, ghouls never slow down when there’s food on the line. Especially food they can see as clear as day. And I’m not gonna glub down some paste, not now, not here. I got up to the fifth floor before the ghoul started to wiggle and moan. On the ground a large group of flesh-eaters were gathered, way more than 20-25. I climbed the ladder to the roof and jog to the door. There was a pair of bolt-locks on it, they seemed new, one even had the price tag on it. The hunters musta thought of using the roof as a last resort. There was a duffel bag and a few planks of 2x8, nailed and drilled together, it looked long enough to form a bridge to the next building. They were busy, looks like there’s chicken cages and some draw-bridge 2 buildings away. Their HQ maybe? I locked the door down and checked the time: 11:47. Sun’s gonna be up in 6, 7 hours. ‘wonder if I’ll see it.
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Post by Braddoc on May 29, 2010 16:02:25 GMT -5
“9:03, the guy pulls up at the motel, the camera`s in place. Let`s see if palm greasing that manager will land something. I took my place in the empty tenement building across the street. With video proof, that old hag better cough up the cash she promised me.”
“9:05, He’s headed in room 113. Money well spend. Now, time to see if that camera was worth it.....No, this ain’t working...it’s on but not sending..”
“9:12, Turns out the camera ain’t compatible with my receiver. That was a waste of cash. Both companies are sub-divisions of Renraku, but their crap can’t working together? Fraggin' bull. Now I got to get there and get the tape back afterward. I knew I should have bought that shotgun mike. This is gonna be boring. At least here I can go about without wearing my suit. Thank God he didn’t go to some fancy Hotel. He really wants this to stay private, or at least not too visible. He picked a good place for that.”
“9:28, his elven bimbo arrives, with just high heels and a trenchcoat, I bet she’s naked underneath. Anything to please some rich fatso and get some of his cash.”
“9...57, lots of gunshots from the dead zone, 2 blocks East, but it sounded deeper, maybe 2,3 blocks inside, right into zombieland. Those guys must be having an easy time, or they’re surrounded and doing a last stand. A few explosions too. They’re gonna shoot their profit to high hell if they keep going like that.
Oh, the modification on the Doc’s paste did worked well; the aftertaste tastes less like mud, more like mint. At least with that it doesn’t feel like forever, just damn long, next glub in an hour.”
“10:07, the gunshots and explosions stopped. The Night went silent again. I think a car parked near the motel, but I can’t see if from here, I should have taken up shop in the building at the corner instead, I would have had a wider arc of view. Yeah dumb idiot, there`s no power in this grid for months, I got camouflage clothing and I`m 4 floors up from the street. I could stroll around in my underwear without shocking anyone. Lessons learned I guess.
Oh, and those self-heating rations are the bomb. Shrimp Fettucini Alfredo, and I even got a dessert, and not a hint of soy. Just real food and chemicals. Miam.”
“10:45 The keeb left the room, hopped away in her jackrabbit. The guy`s must be taking a shower, he’ll be out in 20 minutes. Time to pick my stuff and get to my car.”
“11:00 on the clock, his car didn’t pass in front of the alley where I’m parked. I’m getting jumpy, the paste is wearing off. No way in hell I’m driving when I’m down, almost feels like driving drunk, I’d rather have my reflexes high and wait he’s coming ab..
No, just a black sedan speeding off, It musta been the zombieland mooks. At least they managed to get out, or one of them.”
“11:10, no car yet. The hell`s taking so long? And it’s not like he’ll just stroll around zombieland with his grey metal sport scar....Lemme go check...Well his car’s still there. Door’s a little open too...What now?”
“11:12, I parked my car near in reverse, in case I got to leave fast. Time to go in the room.”
The room’s empty, clothes all over the place, the shower’s off. No sign of the guy. At least I got the spy cam. Bathroom’s empty too, and it’s not like he crawled off the bathroom window naked as a worm too.
“Hey you!” 2 suit-wearing man were at the room’s door, guns out aimned at me. Bradbury didn’t have bodyguards, at least none that his wife told me. No bodyguard uses silenced weapons as well. At any rate they looked like they would shoot first and be polite after. I jerked to the side, the tudding of the silenced weapons getting off. I feel a sting at my side; at least they aren’t using APs, my vest is holding on. I leaned on the bathroom wall, shards of cheap ceramic flies off. I took out my own piece and let it bark a few times. 27,26,25. I might have hit one, maybe. It did brought me a few seconds to close and lock the bathroom door.
The paste is off now; If it isn’t at least the adrenaline’s kicking in. I got up the toilet and opened the window. Such an old place, but the window got some locking bar like it was classy. No time to fool around, 24, 23, and it slide wide open. 22, 21, might as well, buy me a second or two as they duck away from the door as hole forms up in it.
I crawl head-first into it, only to land into a couple of trash cans 3 meters down. Not that there’s a point being discreet now. I got up and glued my back to the wall, More tudding, they must be shooting the door handle. I get the empty shells in my pocket and a speed loader in as they kick open the door. I kneel and get ready, gun pointed at the window.
“The window!” One of the two stand on the toilet to get a view of the alley, but the instant I see his eyes I fire, 20, hitting him just over the right brow. The creme-coloured ceiling get redden. And judging by the short, panicked scream, he musta fell over his buddy.
I ran. I wasn’t geared up for a fight, the last one might be alone, but since I saw nothing, they might be a group. I arrived in the street, crossed over and kept to the alley. I’m not getting to my car with the suit so close. Three-quarters of the way down, I slowed my pace: I didn’t have my goggles, I had to switch to my rims if I wanted to see something in here. Lucky me the buildings here are empty. Flesh-eating freaks sure makes a good argument for moving out, else that would be bad for my rep. I was almost ready to simply walk out of the alley when the screeching of tires from behind make me turn. Nothing.
Then a dark-coloured car rolls backward in the street, passing the alley, I saw it before, he’s gonna chase me around with his car. The alley’s pretty tight, so I swung around a dumpster, it’s not blocking the way completely, but it might slow him down. I kept running across the street and into the next alley. I could hear the car engine’s revolutionizing fast, his tires were spinning. I reached the next street and cut right before crossing on the other side and ducking into the alley there. Right again at the street and down the other alley. I slowed down before reaching the next street, I couldn’t hear a car engine. I saw no one behind me. No persky watcher tailing me close too. Plus there’s a large group of people a block away, perfect way to confuse a stalker. There’s only 20, 25 people, but it’ll do, at least they can smoke screen me as I cut and run. Maybe “borrow” that van or buy a ride. I walked toward them as nothing to it. A few of them seems to be down on all 4, like they were checking on someone who’s lying there. A few were armed: I hope I didn’t land on a gang who’s out for blood. That'll be a nice way to end the evening.
Wait.
Gangers? There’s no gang turf here. I stopped on my tracks.
I crossed 4 alleys.
So that means 4 blocks.
Uh-oh. That’s not good.
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Post by Braddoc on May 25, 2010 18:06:27 GMT -5
Yeah that's the end of that one it seems
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Post by Braddoc on Aug 27, 2009 15:07:40 GMT -5
No no wombat I am just reminding everyone. Braddoc I like this idea, elaborate. LOL! Now now d, be careful what you wish for.. but seriously, I won't got waaaayyy too many thigns to write about here before doing some off topic funnies
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Post by Braddoc on Aug 27, 2009 7:10:50 GMT -5
.....When he briefs the team he's best describe as being a collage professor. . Yeah collage professor! We'll make illigal scrapbook and be known as...shadowscrapbookers, scurge of lonely housewives everywhere bwahahahaha
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Post by Braddoc on Aug 24, 2009 17:00:49 GMT -5
((...And I'm back in action!..Or well, back at RP-ing monitoring the comm traffic that is..heh..I'll post something in the following days))
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Post by Braddoc on Jun 19, 2009 13:02:54 GMT -5
((hourray for being controller/NPC for a bit!))
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Post by Braddoc on Jun 8, 2009 17:14:20 GMT -5
Just to let everyone know that I'm in the process of moving. I won't be able to post with regularity for about a month or so on the board, also why I gimmic Four-Eyes to play coordinator on this job we're doing.
I should be back soon, I have left control of Four-Eyes to Wolflet, he saw him going since the start, so I'm confident he'll do a good job RP-ing him.
Sorry a bit to kinda blur out like that, but the opportunity kinda passed, and I just had to jump on the wagon. I'll try to catch up about what's happening when I can.
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Post by Braddoc on Jun 4, 2009 12:51:29 GMT -5
That's kinda like a defensive grenade (that got a 3-4 second timer, like the No.36) and on offensive one (which explodes on contact, like the No.69)
And I saw that baseball grenade idea in a WW2 weapon book; since every American knew how to throw a baseball, the eggheads thought would help speed up infantry training..of course it didn't work then, don't know if it's in the works now..
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Post by Braddoc on Jun 1, 2009 15:14:15 GMT -5
Not to make any trouble, but Blackout's "trial" was happening in Hell's Kitchen, Puyallup. traffic there to Puyallup City will be non-existant to light.
Granted after that,..good luck tracking one car in the masses of metal that drives around everyday
And-Should be posting tommorrow, if the appartment hunting went well.
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Post by Braddoc on May 29, 2009 10:06:29 GMT -5
DUN DUN DUUUNNNN
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Post by Braddoc on May 29, 2009 9:52:14 GMT -5
aaarggg! that is like calling the scots 'scotch' people - as in the peaty alcohol the scots make It is the Welsh who live in Wales - enough sheep jokes let's get baaack to work. Oh- Well, only a French-Canuck here, so don't feel bad; you all sound the same to me at any rate.
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Post by Braddoc on May 29, 2009 8:47:59 GMT -5
Aren't you guys from Welsh? I always thought you were, but if you're just "English" pfff...you just lost all intrest from me, not to mention all the possible sheep-related jokes/comments I could dig out now falling into nothingness
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