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Post by NPC on Dec 3, 2011 11:22:16 GMT -5
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
CRASH!
Ryan Wyler was pissed. Having previously joined up with two civilians, the trio had ventured into Citi-Field. The guy seemed cool, the girl on the other hand. She was one of those types, you know the kind that flashed a bit of tit here and there, bat her eyelids to get what she wanted. Nah, he wasn't down for that. Though, truth be told, she was a fine piece of ass. Had this been another time or place, Wyler wouldn't have hesitated to get a look see but something was flat out wrong with this bitch.
It took a while for him to figure out what was going on, the fact that she claimed to have come a long way all by herself and was barely armed. Now, he doubted that these infected could be swayed by a perky generous bossom and a pretty little ass. She wasn't lucky at all, she had a secret and Wyler wasn't satisfied with sitting around and letting her ride that one out.
Suffice to say he was all right to be suspicious of miss Rizzo. She damn proved him right. Citi-Field's had been fairly quiet, in comparison to the other locations he'd ventured in. The quietness subsided because eventually the infected came. They'd pursued the group in a bid to attack, just like he'd seen those fuckers rip apart many others. He wasn't about to be nobodies lunch and made a run for it, really not giving a shit if Miss Rizzo and her buddy made it out.
Sadly, Rizzo wasn't quick enough and that bitch got knocked the fuck down. He and Alex, they were safe, finding refuge in the rear parking lot of the building. They were all ready to except their 'teamtes' demise until...the bitch came walking out, injury free. Wyler hadn't heard any gunshots, not one so how on earth did she managed to get herself outta that?
Simple...she was one of them. Without the flesh between her teeth of course. Sidney didn't appear to want to rip him apart, not to eat him anyways but...she was still one of them and that meant that he'd have to put her down like a rabid dog. Alex wasn't too fond of the poor treatment his friend had to endure and how Ryan pointed the finger at her, before switching it for his rifle.
He found himself waking up on the ground, thankfully safe and in one piece and waking in the nick of time because the infected had begun trying to get out at him. He felt weak and had scurried away with a booming headache. He was out for blood now, so long as that girl was running around the way she was no one was safe, especially those she came into contact with.
It didn't take long for him to find her and now it seemed she was without her buddy. Well this would be easy. Wyler had tracked her to a local medical centre and when she'd clocked sight of him, she ran. He chased her. She locked herself in, barricading the door by securing the handles making it hard for him to get inside. So, he opted to kick the door until it gave. The doors flew open, the only thing holding them was a broom handle between each handle.
Wyler stepped inside, she couldn't be seen anywhere. He smirked some, closing the doors behind him "I know you're in here. Their ain't no use in hiding cause I can smell you, and apparently..so can them things out there." Ryan chortled "Why don't you make this easy on yourself? Give it up, ya friend ain't here to protect you and..those things seem to steer clear of you too. It's not like anyone would notice you were gone and hey, with you gone you could go happily knowing that everyone else would be safe from you." He reasoned, he didn't give a shit, he just wanted to kill her. He couldn't give a fuck about the others, she was one of them, a fucked up freak and she needed to die. It was him or her and she got the short straw.
She didn't reply and he snorted still walking the reception area of the centre "Fine, have it your way. You can run, but I'll catch you and when I do you're going to wish you'd come willingly. It's a shame really, a fine little thing like you, you had a lot of potential. But hell, you turned out to be a dirty little whore. That's why you're tainted..dirty, and infected. That's why you've gotta die." He called out. Wyler lunged at the desk, flinging his arms out and knocking everything off the top in a bid to startle her if she was hiding behind it.
Apparently, she wasn't even there. "Come on bitch! come out and face me!" He bellowed, taking a step back as he gazed around the reception looking for her, gun at the ready.
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