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Post by NPC on Sept 22, 2010 15:53:22 GMT -5
Spanning seven hundred and seventy acres, Central Park is situated in the heart of Manhattan. Naturally, it made perfect sense for the evacuation of Manhattan. With access from the North, South, East, and West, Central Park was perfect. The vast green desert had virtually gone from a care-free picnic environment to a military headquarters in what seemed like no time at all. The situation was perilous and to be completely honest, time was of the essence.
With not a moment to lose the plan went into affect. With checkpoints established along the newly imposed perimeter of Central Park, the military was making quick work of the area. Fences were put into place along the edge of the park, while four main entrances were established. At these four entrances, soldiers and medical teams would be standing by in an attempt to verify infected status. Once inside, those cleared would make their way towards the helicopters for immediate evacuation. If all went according to plan, the evacuation would be flawless. However, as the military stood guard and began the arduous evacuation process the hoards of civillians began to line up. Chaos was on the horizon.
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Post by Anna Ryan on Sept 22, 2010 22:40:29 GMT -5
With both hands on the wheel, the brunette kept her eyes focused on the road. She was so tired right now, physically and mentally drained as it were. Today’s events had tossed her life into turmoil. With her eyes ahead of her she had spaced out. Traffic did that too her, her mind was a blank as she stared in a gaze. Anna was thrust from her own thoughts when she heard crackling. It broke her concentration and she turned her gaze to Simon who was sitting in the passenger seat flicking through the radio stations. All of which were nonexistent. She sighed and glanced in the mirror at the back seat where Thomas was sleeping. They were stuck in traffic on 8th avenue heading toward Columbus circle, the south west corner of central park. It seemed they weren’t the only ones heading that way. If it wasn’t just traffic there were people running between vehicles to get ahead, having no room to move on the sidewalks as they were crawling with pedestrians. Anna had been previously informed by a colleague who she’d bumped into that the military were evacuating people, a last stop off as it were and anyone who weren’t on board the helicopters would be left to die in this suck fest. She was getting on one of those helicopters, one way or another she and her brothers were getting the fuck outta here. Simon continued to toy with the radio until eventually she snapped and pushed his hand away. She scowled at him “Enough..there is no one out there Simon, everyone is dead..” she spat poisonously. She didn’t mean to snap in such a way but he was driving her nuts and right now, that wasn’t a hard thing to do. She sighed again and bowed her head in shame “I’m sorry..just, can you find something quiet to do. I need to think..” she pleaded. Simon understood, he knew how she was feeling, hell he felt the same. He nodded some and glanced out the window. Simon twiddled his thumbs a little and glanced at Thomas who was sound asleep. He smiled some and turned his eyes back to his sister “He’s out like a light. I wish I could sleep like that..” he said quietly. Anna smiled and glanced back at Thomas “Me too..you can try if you want, I’ve pretty much got it covered up this end..” she told him with a slight smirk. She was trying her best to keep them both not only positive but distracted enough for them to forget about this hell. Of course, that was easier said than done. Simon smiled and gave a nonchalant shrug “I’ll be okay, besides, you might fall asleep behind the wheel. I don’t like the idea of waking up with my head inside a tree..” Simon joked and Anna punched him in the arm. He yelped and rubbed at his arm. He could see she was trying her hardest and he could only be courteous enough to keep her spirits up too. To pass the time they sat in the car playing I spy. Anna really hated that game, they used to play it all the time on long family drives that or sing stupid songs but she wasn’t much in the mood for singing. The traffic wasn’t moving at all now. Anna looked out the window growing impatient now. Her head was out the window as her eyes observed the area. Again, she saw people from way behind running, it wasn’t until one of them fell down that she realised..they weren’t running to rush to the evacuation point, they were running to get away. Her eyes fell wide “Shit..” she gasped. Anna turned to Simon “Game over, get your shit..we have to go..” she told him. They’d have to do this on foot, they were stuck in the middle of all this traffic with nowhere to go. She didn’t feel right in these conditions. Unbuckling herself she shook Thomas slightly urging him to wake up. She got out of the car with Simon and pulled the back seat door open dragging Thomas from the seat and wrapping the five year old tight in her arms. She ushered Simon ahead of her and followed behind with Thomas in her arms. She didn’t tell him what was going on but it was plain to see from his point of view as he was facing behind her as she ran, he could see that people were running away from hoards of the infected. Anna could hear the screams behind her of those who were being taken down. She continued to run, to run as fast as her legs could carry her. She glanced behind her and instantly wished she hadn’t. Fuck! They were coming up fast now. Anna gripped Thomas tight “Faster..move!” she screamed at Simon who was starting to fall behind and soon he fell down out of breath. Anna stopped narrowing her eyes on him the desperation clear “You have to get up..” she cried. Gazing to the side as she saw them still coming. Anna put Thomas down and pulled Simon up by his arms. She pushed him toward Thomas “Go!” she screamed. Simon looked hesitant; he knew what Anna was going to do. He put his head down and grabbed Thomas, lifting him up he quickly ran ahead with his younger brother, leaving his sister behind. There were screams and gun fire all around. She gripped the revolver between her hands and aimed, pushing the trigger down as she did. She shot the nearest infected to her, of course he was about to pounce on some guy. Anna pushed the trigger and got the fucker right between the eyes in mid lunge. Two more bangs to follow, one having a bullet in his neck and the other in the chest, the fourth another head shot. Anna quickly turned around and began to run again. She sped down the street, pushing passed people to get to the boys again. She met them and grabbed Thomas from Simons arms, taking the lead once more. If she thought the traffic was bad, once she’d reached central park she couldn’t believe her eyes. It was just as bad, the place was swarming with people. How they were all supposed to get out of here she’d have no idea. All she knew was that amongst the crowd, she had to get to the front, if she was left behind here, if she waited it out..she wouldn’t get out of here alive and neither would the boys. Anna put Thomas down and turned to Simon “Take him..get closer..i’ll be right behind you..” she assured him. At least if they were in front they’d get out. She could worry about herself after. The boys began moving through the crowd, she followed slightly behind.
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Post by Justin Miller on Sept 23, 2010 3:32:15 GMT -5
"We've got to hold on... to what we got," Justin was belting Bon Jovi at the top of his lungs, clearly having the time of his life. If anyone was around, they would have looked at Justin with perturbed looks upon their face. Zombies were on the loose all over New York City. They were infecting people and just generally chowing down on the unfortunate ones. And Justin didn't blame the majority of New York City residents on trying to get the hell out of the City. Justin figured that after he had his fun blowing a few dozen zombies into nothing but itty-bitty pieces, he would join his mother, his sister and her little family at the evac site in Central Park. But now, Justin was going to sing the best of 80's hair metal at the top of his lungs while running zombies over his Jeep Wrangler throughout Manhattan. This was just too much fun for Justin to even consider passing up. "It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not!" Justin sang as he hung out the side of his Wrangler, bashing zombies in the head with a 2x4. "I've got a machine gun that comes with a lot..... of ammmmoooooh!" Justin was constantly making up his own words no matter what song it was and Bon Jovi was not going to be spared. Hell, half the bands were zombies by now anyway. What were they going to due... eat him? "I can't wait to it a shot....OOOOOOOOOOOH! I'M HALF WAY THERE! WWWWWWOOOAH OHHHHH! THESE ZOMBIES AIN'T GOT A PRAYER! Every swing of his 2x4 was in sync with the Bon Jovi, whacking a zombie upside the head in beat with the drums. Justin was having the time of his life and you could call him possibly insane because of it. But how many times do you actually get to kill a zombie? That's what I thought. Besides, if Justin was going to be forced to evacuate the city at some point, he wanted to take his Wrangler for one more joy ride before bidding farewell. Justin cared deeply for it, it was that special connection that men made with there automobile of choice. While Justin certainly dug everything the Humvee had to offer, it just wasn't anything like his Jeep. If he was going to leave New York City in the dust and let it become overrun by the walking dead, then he was going to log just one more romp through the city in his beloved Jeep Wrangler. Which also begs the question as to why in the hell did Justin take the .50 caliber machine gun if he does, at some point, plan on leaving New York City. Well, the explanation is a quite simple one... it's a fucking machine gun! If you can sit there and tell Justin that you would could just leave a giant machine gun behind without as to so much bat an eyelash, then Justin would smack you for being a fucking idiot. Justin also had to ask himself the hard questions; like what if they couldn't contain this, what if the infected got out and the out break stretched further across the country? What if it infected the world? Justin was going to make damn sure that he was more than ready for any future zombie killing once he left New York City. Chalk it up to the fact that Justin may have seen one two many zombie movies, but in every single one, the government just couldn't contain the outbreak. Nobody could contain the outbreak in the movies. Yeah... I mean, they were movies.. but come on... Justin had to make sure that he was prepared for the worst. At this point, not only has Justin's voice started to give out but he had also lost count in exactly how many zombie's heads that he bashed in. The only thing that he knew for sure was that it had been a full hour since he left his family back at Central Park. The traffic in the upper region of Manhattan wasn't all that bad, considering Justin was the lone driver on the roads. By this time, most of Manhattan's residents made the move to Central Park to blow this popsicle stand. And Justin figured that it was about time that he joined his family . Justin hit eject on his cd player. With two fingers, Justin haphazardly tossed the cd out of his Wrangler. Most would stick it back in the cd case they kept in their car, but truth be told, it wasn't even Justin's cd. Hell, he really didn't have the slightest clue as to how it got into the player in his Wrangler. Oh well, if it was his sister's, he'd just get her a new one. Rifling through his passenger seat, Justin decided to take a chance on some random blank cd that once again must have been his sister's. "Ooooo... Billy Squire," Justin said with a little bit of a smile. "Stroke me, stroke me!" Justin preemptively sang the chorus of the song before Billy even broke into the opening verse of the song. Despite the chaos that came in the form of a zombie outbreak, Justin was still his natural light hearted self. Justin assumed that it about two hours or so, he and his family were going to be on a helicopter ride out of New York City and some place that didn't have quite the zombie population that New York City had got in just a few short hours. By this time tomorrow, Justin was going to be on a new construction site in a new town without the threat of a zombie taking a chunk out of your ass.
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Post by SSGT. Marcus Grant on Sept 24, 2010 16:27:54 GMT -5
His men had been completely unprepared for this. He had not been dropped in the Evac site initially. No, SSGT Marcus Grant had to fight his way there. He had to watch his men ripped to shreds around him, and he had to battle through swarms of monstrous things, the walking dead. He had started with about a dozen men, now there were three. The other two watched his back, as he finally attempted to radio the nearest military personnel. He had to try channels several times, as he was seeking blind for the people in control of Manhattan.
"This is Staff Sergeant Marcus Grant of the United States Marine Corps, calling anyone here who might have a handle on this situation. I need somewhere to go, I lost damn near all my men. This is an SOS, I repeat this is an SOS. Staff Sergeant Grant out." He hoped that his message in a bottle would get to someone and fast.
The last of his men had been torn apart already. He fired shots and made a run to a defensible position, as he fought off the infected attackers. He sent out another message, this time less respectful of protocol.
"Where the hell is the damn Evac site?" He shouted into his radio. Marcus was racing against the clock.
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Post by Natalie Anderson on Sept 25, 2010 9:12:00 GMT -5
Natalie wasn’t entirely sure why she had even chose to come here, to sit and wait in traffic just off of Central park. She was stuck in her vehicle between other vehicles waiting to get to Central park in the hopes that there would be a seat for her on board a helicopter. She’d managed to get from the Diamond Corp office in Staten Island, to her apartment and then make it all the way here to Central Park. By this time, she should have lost all hope but she still continued to hope there was more to her life than this. She was not going to die in this god forsaken city; no matter what it took to get out of here she’d do it because she couldn’t give up. There was no time for giving up. Natalie had been in tough jams before, sure nothing as tough as this but situations none the less and she was not inclined to quit. Her parents hadn’t raised a quitter. So, here she was..doing what she needed to do to survive. Right now this place was like hell on earth. Everywhere she looked there were bodies up on bodies. People running in all directions in a bid to get away. It was utter carnage and to think, all of this could have been avoided. To think, she had some part to play in this..it eat her from the inside. She’d even considered putting a bullet in her head back during her journey, just to spare herself from all of this and yet here she was still standing. Some part of her told her that she needed to see this, to live this, to live the trouble she helped cause because she deserved it. Those thoughts were gone though and the will to live surely took over. She was fighting for her life and was not going to go down easy. She gripped fiercely at her steering wheel, her blue eyes burning against the street ahead, the traffic milling “Come on..” she muttered impatiently. She had half a mind to get out and walk the rest of the way; it’d have been fucking quicker to do. She waited a few moments before finally deciding, yes..that’s what she was going to do. Natalie unclipped her seatbelt and reached over into the glove compartment, she had a 9mm handgun on her. She’d had it stashed away in her closet for years, a gift from her grandfather who seemed to think her living in the USA meant she had to have a gun. Either way, right now..it came in handy, it’d saved her ass this far. She gripped the gun tight and lifted her rucksack off the passenger seat. She’d got some personal items with her, some clothes and little things that reminded her of home, some essentials and ammo too. She’d come prepared. Placing the bag over her shoulder she left the keys in the ignition and began up the street. She kept the gun tight in her grasp, ready to use it if need be. Through all the chaos she kept her eyes ahead of her en route toward her destination. She could see crowds gathering already, it was going to be a long wait. Nat came to a stop, her eyes narrowing ahead of her as something caught her sight. She lifted the gun up in front of her. Natalie clocked a man who was lying on the ground. He seemed to be okay from the back. No wounds. No bullet holes. No nothing. She approached with caution and gently pushed her foot against his side giving him a quick nudge to wake him up. He didn’t look injured if she was honest, but she was ready none the less. Though, her eyes shifted ahead again, beyond the man was another man and an infected guy. The infected was seated on top of the man, the man tried to fight him off but the infected began snarling and trying to bite at him. The man had his arms up trying to block him and the infected took this opportunity to take a nice chunk from him. He bit his arm causing the man to scream in agony. A loud BANG echoed as the infected hit the floor. The man was hysterical now as she approached. He cried out in pain gripping at him arm. Nat stepped forward and pointed the gun at his head. He narrowed his eyes on her and shook his head frantically and began yelling at her to stop. She couldn’t, she knew what was coming. She pushed her finger against the trigger releasing another bullet that slammed straight between his eyes. In most cases she’d had felt something, anything..guilt, remorse perhaps..but she felt nothing. She felt absolutely cold inside. Dropping her eyes back to the guy on the ground she pointed the gun at him and spoke “Are you injured?..did you get bitten?..” she asked with her strong Australian accent. She kept her hues burning against him as she waited for any kind of response; it was the only way she could know for sure “..If you don’t want a bullet in your head, i suggest you start talking..” she ordered placing her finger on the trigger ready to fire at him if need be.
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Post by Ethan Adler on Sept 25, 2010 22:11:49 GMT -5
"I took a little risk Send lawyers, guns and money...
Dad, get me out of this..."
[/i][/size][/color] Ethan could hardly remember what was going on. The last thing he remembered was getting a frantic phone call from his mother. There was an outbreak and a a virus had been released into the city. The young man didn't know what to do, but had listened to his mother. It was time to evacuate New York City. Now, Ethan didn't know what was what, but the young man did know that he was expected to be on one of those helicopters. As the President of the United State's son, Ethan was expected to make it out alive. It was his duty almost. As Ethan was collecting his things, the young man was struck by a realization. His brother was in Manhattan. Chances were Ethan's parents hadn't called him to warn him and to tell him about the evacuation. Ethan was determined now more than ever to save his brother's life. That was his duty more than anything. And so, Ethan had made his way out onto the street in Midtown Manhattan. He was a few blocks north of Times Square and the young man could see the chaos already erupting. Ethan didn't know what to do, and yet, before he could do anything, the young man had been struck in the head. He was being mugged. Oh, this was almost laughable, really. Ethan had been trying to do something noble, and here he was being attacked, not for anything of consequence... Just his damn wallet. So, the young man was face down on the sidewalk. Well, that was fucking wonderful. Really, what more could he have asked for? Oh, well, it seemed Ethan's prayers had been answered, when he began to come to. Well, Ethan more or less was awoken by the sounds of two succinct bullets echoing out through the air. Ethan didn't know what was going on, but his instincts told him not to move. Ethan began to do what his instincts told him to, and the young man remained motionless, expertly playing the part of a possum. However, the young man began to realize that his acting wasn't really working too well as the footsteps began to draw closer. Slightly, Ethan opened his eyes, and eyed the young woman approaching him with a gun. Oh well, fuck... That's all Ethan could really think right now. He was so fucking screwed. That's all he could think right now. What the fuck was going on? As the young woman with the distinct Australian accent spoke and pointed her gun at him, Ethan raised his arms in alarm and began to speak. "Woah, easy there Crocodile Dundee... Don't shoot me..." Slightly, the young man sat up and tried to smile, though the situation wouldn't really allow for such. "No, I'm not injured or bitten... Though I don't know why I would be... All that happened was I got mugged. All there is to it." For a moment, Ethan paused before continuing onward. "Only thing here that's injured might be my pride... So before you shoot me, can I at least stand up?"Ethan shrugged slightly and tried to smile, hoping it would influence his executioner in a more meaningful manner.[/justify][/blockquote]
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Post by Anna Ryan on Sept 26, 2010 13:52:03 GMT -5
As they neared closer to Central Park the realisation of how suddenly fucked up things had become had now surfaced. There was no way in fucking hell they were going to get through that crowd and part of her didn’t even want to fucking try. From where she stood she couldn’t tell the difference between the infected or the perfectly normal. She gripped onto Thomas hand and turned to Simon “This isn’t going to work..we need to find another way..” Simon shook his head “No this is the only way! We need to go..” he snapped, he just wanted out. Anna lifted Thomas up in her arms “Do you really want to try your luck in there, hm? Look at them all of them! Tell me are any of them safe?!” she asked him narrowing her eyes on him as she frowned. Simon clearly couldn’t answer he dropped his head and sighed “I told you I would find a way out Si, but you have to trust me and listen to what I say..i’ve gotten us this far..” Anna told him. She nodded her head backward motioning a different way “Come on..” Simon was quick to follow. Anna had to put Thomas down again and Simon took his hand, that way she had total power of her fire arm if need be. She walked back onto the streets with the boys and kept them close as she lead the way but things were so fucking crazy right now that keeping them close was proving difficult. She kept looking behind her seeing them straggling slightly but still keeping in her sight. She was lunged at by an infected and shot him at blank point straight in the face. The back of his head exploded and he hit the floor. Her eyes were wide slightly as she realised just how fucking close he was too getting her and all because she wasn’t concentrating. Thing was she looked around now and Thomas and Simon were gone “Fuck!” she shouted and looked around frantically, where the fuck were they? Ann faced ahead once more another infected practically on top of her again. She kicked the woman in the stomach to push her back and shot her in the chest. She turned around and dashed through the crowd half fishing the ammo from her bag and half looking for the boys. She couldn’t see them anywhere and stopped in the middle of the crowd, she was curing under her breath. She began to panic, she couldn’t lose them, and they were all she had now. Anna heard screaming behind her, not the kind she’d been hearing all day but the screaming of her name. She looked over and saw the boys under a fucking car where some infected were trying to get at them. Ann reloaded the gun and stormed toward them, there were three of them bending down trying to get under the car, and Simon was covering Thomas trying to protect him while swirling the tire iron at their hands trying to get them to back off. Anna pointed the revolver and shot the one closest in the back of the head. The other two were practically under the car now. Anna gripped the gun and grabbed the infected woman’s leg and dragged her from under the car, she clawed at the ground and Anna shot her in the back of the head. The last one spun to look at her and she took his head off too. She tapped the car and yelled “Up, come on!” she called to the boys alerting them it was safe now. Simon and Thomas crawled out joining her side. She pressed herself against the car with the boys next to her. She held the gun ready her eyes scaling the area again. They seemed to be heading for central park and to be honest that enough was good to keep her the fuck away, they could find another way out of this, she was not going to let herself go into that fucking place and be surrounded with nowhere to go. They had their lives to lose but at least they’d have a fighting chance, Central Park was not the fucking answers. Anna looked around again; she was doing the right thing now. She kept her eyes ahead of her looking out for any infected and the boys were behind her. She rushed out across the street; she probably should have been paying more attention to the road then what could have been coming because she almost got run down. She was lucky the driver had decent enough brakes to stop when he did. She narrowed her eyes as she had the gun pointed at him “You know driving with your eyes closed leads to a very guilty conscience..even in this kinda situation..” she smirked. She felt Thomas pull on her arm; she spun around and shot an infected in the face. He hit the floor with a thud and she turned her eyes back to the driver “Are you going to offer a helping hand or make us stand around all day, so you can continue to look at my ass?..” she asked him raising an amused brow. In these cases she needed to keep her fucking sense of humour cause otherwise she’d rip her hair out about now. (tag justin)
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Post by Natalie Anderson on Sept 26, 2010 20:43:37 GMT -5
If someone had told Natalie this time last week that she’d have been doing shit like this, she’d have thought ya’ll were fucking insane. But here she as blowing chunks out of people who seemed to like biting chunks out of others. It was like something out of a poorly written horror movie. Of course if this were a movie she’d have been dead already, what with being blonde and all..the blonde chicks often died in movies. Though, she still had a fair while to go yet so that could have still been on the cards. If she had anything to say about it, it wouldn’t be happening. No way, no how. Nat had decided to take a walking route toward Central Park, only now that seemed to be a really fucked up idea because the park was quickly becoming populated by those things she wasn’t so keen on the idea of working with the crowd all of a sudden. Because now, she didn’t know who was amongst the people there and didn’t fancy the chances all too much either. She took a slow walk down the street keeping her 9mm at the aim ready to take action. She stopped and squared her eyes off against an infected man who was attacking a civilian. She did not hesitate to do what she knew necessary and with that, she shot him in the head. She then shot the guy he attacked too because the infection would spread and soon he’d be eating someone else. There was a third guy in this picture, only he seemed to be okay and left untouched. She eyed him carefully and pointed her gun at him, she ordered him to speak or he was going to get a bullet to the brain "Woah, easy there Crocodile Dundee... Don't shoot me..." the man said sitting up a little with his hands up in defence. He tried to smile, she simply frowned at him "No, I'm not injured or bitten... Though I don't know why I would be... All that happened was I got mugged. All there is to it." She raised a brow at him, did he really have no idea what the fuck was going on here? "Only thing here that's injured might be my pride... So before you shoot me, can I at least stand up?" he asked with a shrug and finally managed a smile. She tilted her head at him quizzically before finally letting the gun fall at her side. She extended her hand out to help him up “You really don’t know what’s happened here?..what, do you live in a cave?” she asked him curiously, how could he not know what all this was. How was it that he had been laying on the ground this whole time and no one had pounced him and started ripping him apart? Maybe they weren’t that smart to realise the unmoving were still living. She took a deep breath and began to walk ahead motioning for him to follow “Sorry about sticking my gun in your face, it’s just with the current situation..you can’t blame a girl for being cautious..” said Nat with a small smile. Nat motioned toward Central Park “They’re evacuating, but things are getting a little crazy in there..you can’t tell whose sick and whose not. I’m gonna look for another way out, I don’t trust the conditions of that place. You’re welcome to come with me if you’d like, unless you wanna try your luck in there?”
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Post by Justin Miller on Sept 27, 2010 18:59:25 GMT -5
Justin didn't care that he was getting odd stares from complete strangers. He liked 80's hair metal. It was mostly about sex and who didn't like sex? So these people in this traffic jam could line up to kiss his ass once they got done waiting for the evacuation. Warrant's "Cherry Pie" kept his mind busy and kept him from growing completely restless. This traffic jam was something annoying and if Justin couldn't rock to the raunchiest hits of the 80's, than he would have gone batshit insane at this point. As Justin moved his Wrangler closer and closer, he noticed that something was a little off. Everyone and anything was being let it. Those in charge of running the evac site were doing a damn horrible job of distinguishing those who were infected and those who weren't. Everybody and their dog(along with the kitchen sink) were being evacuated and at this point, Justin couldn't trust any of these people. Any single one of them could turn instantly and start taking munching on these people like they were chicken nuggets. Feelings of dread in the pit of Justin's stomach were too strong to ignore. This evacuation site was a dead end waiting to happen and Justin certainly didn't want him nor his family any where near this mess. Thank god for off road capabilities of a Jeep Wrangler. Justin had hopped a curb and spend off, driving across what was once well manicured grass and narrowly escaping trees. Justin drove across the most souther part of Central Park, leaving a rather large distance in between the evacuation site and his Jeep. Driving slowly, Justin kept a eye out for his mother, his sister and her family. This was one of few times when Justin ever turned down his radio as Warrant was almost silenced at this point. His full concentration was focused on finding his family. Although his concentration should have been on the road that he was pulling onto after driving across the empty part of Central Park. “You know driving with your eyes closed leads to a very guilty conscience..even in this kinda situation..”Justin nearly set his Jeep barreling into a pretty little thing and two young boys. Good thing that he was the first to turn his attention so that he could slam his biker boot on the brakes, other wise he would have not only take out two innocent children but their extremely hot mother/sister/legal guardian. For a split second her gun was pointed right at him, before she swiftly turned an about-face and shot one of the infected right in the face. Just seeing one of the zombies get that close left sinking feeling in the pit of Justin's stomach. Did leaving his family behind basically cause their deaths? We're they exposed and had they been bitten by one of the zombies? Justin had so many questions that needed answers.... “Are you going to offer a helping hand or make us stand around all day, so you can continue to look at my ass?..”...that would have to be answered at another time. "Well... maybe your ass is too good looking... get in the Jeep," Justin said, failing at any kind of comeback. It was going to be a tight fit with these three and his family, when they found them, but he wasn't leaving these people behind nor was he gonna leave his family behind. He didn't care if they had to sit on laps... they were getting the fuck out of here.
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Post by MSG. Frank Rook on Sept 27, 2010 20:35:37 GMT -5
Emerging from an alleyway, Beretta in hand while his M4 was slung across his back, Frank swept the street. It was congested with cars and other vehicles, but there were no people…He was only a few blocks away from the park, he expected it to be crowded. Maybe the evac had already happened. Maybe the zombies got the better of the camp. God, he hoped not…
He couldn’t think like that. There had to be someone here, and he was going to find them. He just had to look.
The light attached to his pistol was off, he didn’t want to give away his position from too far off. If he got swarmed, he was done for. If a group of armed men couldn’t handle the swarm, he couldn’t do it alone. More than four or five at a time and he’d have to high tail it. He was already low on ammo. The last magazine sat in the well of his carbine, his Beretta was full. Six magazines total, a hundred and five rounds. Two grenades, two knives, and years of training with his bare hands. It didn’t mean as much as it should.
BANG
Gunfire. A single shot, not a panicked group of someone slowly on their way to being eaten alive. A squad? He hoped so.
On his way quicker than shit, he zoomed past cars and trucks, his pistol leading the way. He could already see the outline of figures. Skidding to a stop and going low, he hid behind a Chevy and peeked out. Man and woman, woman with a gun, corpse on the ground, bloody. Too bloody to have come from one gunshot. He could hear bits of their conversation. Something about getting out, about how the camp wasn’t to be trusted. He couldn’t say he disagreed. Besides… His mission technically wasn’t to evacuate anyone, it was to go down and cause some hell. That was a total fuck up, so now he was just looking to get the fuck out of dodge.
Maybe she knew what to do.
Taking a breath and standing up, towering over the sedan in front of him, he held his weapon at the ground, both hands still on it. Easy position to raise it and snap shoot anything that popped out. Even the woman, if she turned out to be hostile. But, he was behind her, he could stop that if it began to happen.
Struggling with what to say, he decided on a very neutral response.
“Hey.” He said in a sharp voice, not quite a yell or a whisper. Too neutral? When she turned, she’d be met with the sight of a very large man, six foot four inches to be exact, in full military body armor, armed to the teeth with a look that told her he was having one bitch of a day and he didn't want it to get any worse.
(To Natalie and Ethan)
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Post by Anna Ryan on Sept 27, 2010 20:36:52 GMT -5
They had come here in the hopes of getting away with the other evacuees but apparently from the looks of things, they weren’t getting out of here today. Anna could see the people gathered like cattle each waiting for confirmation to board and be free from this hell and yet..there didn’t seem to be much of escaping going on. If anything it seemed as if those Helicopters were empty. Anna knew that taking her two brothers into this mess could actually endanger them more and that’s when she had to make a choice. Risk it inside there with the crowds or find another way out and likely die trying. The whole idea of dying was not something she wanted to consider, but if she had to choose..she’d have rather died fighting. She expressed her concerns to Simon who at first argued with her thoughts but soon came around. He could see that her way of thinking was far greater than his own. She had gotten them this far, he needed to trust in her. She was the only person they had left now and she them. Anna made a back track toward the car but found that the oncoming infected were working in larger numbers and moving increasingly fast, not to mention the civilians who were rushing about haphazardly in a bid to get away. Anna tried her best to keep the boys close to her but in these conditions it was far too difficult to do so. So it was of no surprise when they ended up being separated from her for all of five minutes and to be frank it was the worse five minutes and the longest of her life. Lucky for her the boys had a decent set of lungs on them and were able to scream loud enough for her to hear them from where they were hiding. Under a fucking car. Anna moved toward them and took out those surrounding the car before being reunited with her brothers. She found herself further questioning their safety in her presence as she pretty much almost got them mowed down for a jeep. Anna wasn’t impressed with the driver. The brunette squared her eyes through the windshield, she was lucky that he’d stopped or else she’d have been wrapped around his wheel by now. Anna had her gun pointed at him, expecting to see some kind of big fat hairy trucker type when in actual fact he was quite the opposite. She spoke toward him in reference to his driving and how he needed to open his eyes because she was damn lucky to be standing where she was about now. Anna didn’t have much time to speak or get a reaction from him because the infected had drawn her attention again. One came running up toward her she turned and shot him point blank in the face, he hit the floor with a thud. She stared down at him momentarily before setting her hazel gaze back on the driver of the jeep. She enquired about getting some assistance. Sure up until this point she had gone it alone and done mighty fine with it but she wasn’t sure how long she was going to be able to keep this up with the two of them straggling behind. Anna couldn’t lose them but at the same time how could she promise them safety when she had no idea what she was doing. This guy seemed to look as if he knew what he was doing; she was just going with the motions of it all. She knew things that were important, like..infected equalled bad, being bit also the same and if you happened to be either of the two the only thing that could save you was a bullet between the eyes. But, could she really do that? Sure to a stranger it was nothing but what about the boys? What if they got bit? What if she did?..neither would have it in them to pull the trigger. Maybe this guy would prevail. As it stood it may have helped the fact that this guy was fairly easy on the eye, no one could blame her for noticing that. They were in a situation right now and she was only female so..clearly, that was going to cross her mind. He looked nice enough to trust and right now she could do with being able to trust someone other than the two young boys she had on either side of her. Maybe they’d have a little more faith with a guy around, she was hardly Rambo now. "Well... maybe your ass is too good looking... get in the Jeep," Anna raised a brow. She crinkled her nose a little looking confused by his words, what an awful comeback. He dually noted the stupid response and quickly told her to get in. She flashed him a grin and turned to the boys. Walking around the jeep she helped them in back before climbing in the front with him. She closed the door behind her and looked over the seat at the both of them “Seatbelts..” she instructed, Simon gawped at her and rolled his eyes doing as he was told. She didn’t care if they were in crisis right now, it was important. She turned her eyes toward Justin, she watched him for a second or two “...Thank’s for stopping..you could have in your own rights, carried on..right over me in fact...i mean, I don’t look much like the living right now, so I probably wouldn’t blame you for mistakening me for one of them..” she gave a small smile. She wasn’t sure what to say to him, he’d been in a hurry and she wondered if maybe that was because he was as scared as she was. Of course he wouldn’t admit it being a guy and all. She wondered if he’d been alone this whole time or had he woken up to the same kind of situation she had. She’d lost pretty much everyone she cared about beside the two boys sitting behind her. She glanced over at the boys again before setting her gaze on Justin once more “I’m Anna..” she quietly introduced herself, it was the least she could do this guy just saved her ass. (tag: Justin)
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Post by Ethan Adler on Sept 27, 2010 22:54:15 GMT -5
"I took a little risk Send lawyers, guns and money...
Dad, get me out of this..."
[/i][/size][/color] Ethan didn't know what the hell was going on. The young man hated this feeling... Ethan craved control... He loved it. The young man simply abhorred disorder. Ethan needed order in his life. He enjoyed having some sense of control in a situation and right now, Ethan had virtually no control at all. The last thing that had happened before he'd been mugged was that Ethan had been on the phone with his mother. The woman, God bless her soul, was more frantic than ever. Shouting in the background to one of his assistants was Ethan's father, the President of the United States. Ethan didn't know quite what was going on... But the young man knew that when his mother said move, he got his ass into gear. There had been an outbreak of some kind, and Ethan's orders were to get to Central Park for evacuation... Though he had every original intention of doing as he was told, just like a good little boy, Ethan began to think. The young man had begun to think of his brother. Ethan's brother Eric was a New York City Police Officer, and though he was estranged from his brother, Ethan was not going to let him die. There wasn't a shot in hell that Ethan was going to let his brother go without knowing about the evacuation. Ethan was going to find his brother... If it was the last thing he could do. So, Ethan had begun to head north... That is, until he got knocked unconscious by his mugger. So, Ethan had found himself lying on the streets of New York City amidst the chaos that was already brewing. Though he didn't know it... It was a damned miracle that nothing bad had happened to Ethan. When he woke up... Ethan was greeted by gunshots and a pistol being held in his face by a young Australian woman... Oh, if only Ethan knew what was going on... Ethan got to his feet slowly as the young woman realized that he wasn't a threat. Once Ethan realized he wasn't going to be shot, the young man sighed with relief. With confusion still spread across his face, the young man. "Kind of like a cave... I call it my office though..." As the woman continued, Ethan eyed her quizzically as he looked around. "Come on... the fuck are you talking about already?" Nearly as soon as he finished though, the young woman began to explain... Well, sort of. Apparently there was an outbreak going on... The young man didn't know what was going on, but apparently people were getting sick... As the young woman continued, the young man listened intently. "Yeah, sure... I'll go with you... I'm heading north anyway. Looking for my brother."Once again, Ethan paused and extended his hand to the woman. "The name's Ethan by the way... And I'm sorry for the Crocodile Dundee comment before... I was only trying handle the whole gun in my face thing." Though Ethan was going to continue speaking, the young man's attention was grabbed by a rather large, extremely built man who had walked into view. The man wore a combat vest and was carrying an excess of firearms... Ethan didn't know what was going on... Not in the slightest. With even more confusion on his face, Ethan looked at the guy. "Hi? Who are you?" For a moment, Ethan paused before turning back to the woman. "You know him? He with you?"[/justify][/blockquote]
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Post by Natalie Anderson on Sept 28, 2010 18:09:03 GMT -5
Natalie wasn’t the kind of person who owned a gun. Heck, up until a few days ago she had never even held one. But she learned and she learned fast. This was a fight for survival and because of that feelings had to be completely eradicated from her mind. Anyone could have been a threat to her, she had to be cautious in everything she did to ensure her own safety because, if she let her guard down..she could wind up dead. She hadn’t intended on coming across the way she had, somewhat brutish and trigger happy. She had almost scared this poor guy into an early grave. Better her then to be eaten by one of these sons of bitches as far as she was concerned. He spoke and he was seemingly okay, a little on the cheeky side as it happened and the Crocodile Dundee jab did not set so well with her. Even so, in a situation like this it was nice to see someone finding the time to throw out a little humour. She lowered her gun but kept her hues focused on him as he began to rise to his feet. He seemed oblivious to everything that was going on around him. Either this guy was an agoraphobic or he was completely ignorant, either way he’d have to learn everything in the short amount of time they had to get out of these parts. It wouldn’t be too hard. It was fairly easy to remember. The infected were the enemy, if you were bit you were pretty much screwed and if you happened to have a weapon in hand..use it. That’s all he needed to know, whether he chose to listen was an entirely different thing all together. He looked confused "Kind of like a cave... I call it my office though..” He said. She spoke again and he looked quizzical. "Come on... the fuck are you talking about already?" She narrowed her eyes on him raising a slight brow “Okay..Firstly, language..and would it kill you to shut up for a second. I would have the chance to explain far better and faster, if you didn’t open your mouth so much..” she told him. They had no time to stand around talking all day about it, she’d tell him when they got somewhere safe. She proposed they looked for somewhere to go to get away from this "Yeah, sure... I'll go with you... I'm heading north anyway. Looking for my brother." Nat listened and gave a small nod “I see..well, I hate to kill your optimism here but, if I were you I’d hope he managed to get out with the first helicopter. Because as it stands, this whole place is going to hell. I should know, I came all the way from Staten Island for nothing...” a disheartened Nat stated. She may have looked tough but she wasn’t it was evident that this was a front. Inside, she was all about ready to throw in the towel. If it wasn’t for her determination, she would have by now. The man extended his hand out to her "The name's Ethan by the way... And I'm sorry for the Crocodile Dundee comment before... I was only trying handle the whole gun in my face thing." Natalie stifled a laugh and shook her head some, it wasn’t important. She gently took his hand and shook it “I’m Natalie, and it’s alright..you could have said things far worse. Let’s just get something straight though, I’m lenient toward most names but the second you call me skippy..is the second we start having problems..” joked Nat with a small smile. “Hey.” another voice came into earshot. Her hues shifted over her shoulder and toward the new face that’d approached them. He was a rather large men dressed in military armour and kitted to the teeth with weaponry. Her eyes fell slightly wide as she was taken aback by the sight. He was a military officer that was for almost definite, unless he got caught up in the craze and just decided to wear that stuff for fun. "Hi? Who are you?" Ethan asked, he didn’t know him, and neither did she but right now that didn’t matter because he looked like the type that could help them "You know him? He with you?" she shook her head in response “No he’s not.” she replied quietly and eyed the man for a second or two “I’m Natalie and this is Ethan. You can introduce yourself as we start moving, I don’t think you need me to tell you the current situation as I’m fully aware you and your men know exactly how things are.” Natalie said and looked to Ethan. She gripped her bag tight and began to make her way down the street, her gun in hand. “From what I’ve seen most of the main roads leading out of here are blocked off. It also doesn’t seem to matter who your friends are because despite whatever position or ranking you were in before all of this happened, you are just another person now and will be treated like everyone else..that goes for you too soldier boy..” she stated narrowing her eyes on him again “The only way out of here is on water or in the air and then, there im still unsure. I’m open to suggestions if any of you have any right now in regards to what we do next. If you don’t have any preferences, then you can follow me because I’m going to look for supplies. If we’re going to be stuck here..i want to be prepared for the worse and have somewhere to go if things get really bad..” she said sternly walking ahead again. She sure meant business right now.
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Post by MSG. Frank Rook on Sept 29, 2010 10:29:28 GMT -5
”Frank’ll do.” Frank said when the male asked who he was. The next few moments were tense, in his eyes at least. He kept his weapon level with the ground, both hands on it, ready to rise and fire in less than a second if the female tried anything with her own weapon. The moment for a strike passed, and she began talking again.
Fast paced, ready to get the hell out of dodge right then and there. Good. Sooner the better. She mentioned not explaining what was going on, that he and his men knew what was happening already.
”Not as well as you think lady.” He added. If they had, they’d have brought the whole friggin’ Army. Hell, maybe that’s what was here already. She went on, talking about the only two ways out and how being whoever back in the world didn’t mean anything here. He agreed with that. He was a Master Sergeant, and he’d been thrown to the wolves with little to no intel. He refused to believe Army Intelligence was that lacking in the know, that they didn’t know what was going on here. Bullshit.
”Answer me this. Either of you know where I can find a long range radio setup?” He said, leaving it at that. He didn’t want to tell them that he had choppers circling the area, that he pretty much owned them for the time being, and that they were armed to take on a battalion of tanks and double that in infantry. And at this rate, they’d be able to stay in the air for another nine to ten hours.
For now he’d stick with them. He had a feeling a way out was high on their priority lists, and a search for supplies would probably yield a com system. Working with them seemed the best option for the moment. Seeing as he had no orders, had been dropped in with ‘kill em all’ instruction, and a sandbox area of operations, he wasn’t breaking any kind of protocol.
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Post by Justin Miller on Sept 30, 2010 1:01:29 GMT -5
“Seatbelts..”"And... umm... don't touch the machine gun," Justin said with a smile, referring to the machine gun the boys were bound to notice at their feet at some point. "It's not a toy, okay?" Justin's smile soon gave way to a more serious look, letting this woman's brother/kids/nephews... whatever know that a .50 caliber machine gun was not a toy(although in Justin's mind, it certainly was). He turned back towards the brunette in the front seat of his Jeep, not sure what she would think about the two boys sitting near a machine gun. But Justin knew that neither one of them would even know how to operate it... hell, Justin wasn't even sure if he could operate the damn thing. Either which way, with this woman and her two little boys in tow, Justin went back to looking for the family he swore that he left here before going back to run down some zombies for pure shits and giggles. "I should've stayed with 'em," Justin mumbled to himself, mentally kicking his own ass for not making damn sure that his mother, his sister and his sister's husband and kids were out of harm's way. Leaving them in the care of Doug's(Justin's brother-in-law) wasn't much comfort. Bless his soul, but poor Doug doesn't know the difference between a sneeze and a wet fart. Amanda always said Doug was smarter than he put on, but seeing as how the guy can barely work a stove, Justin would beg to differ. “I’m Anna..”"I'm Justin," Justin didn't look at Anna when introducing himself. His eyes were much more focused on finding his family. Even though Anna was one hell of piece of eye candy, Justin wanted to find his loved ones first before checking out the woman that was sitting in his passenger seat. "So... how bad is it up there? Zombies crawling all over the place?"Justin didn't want to ask that, but he had too. Justin needed to know if going in for his family was going to risk these innocent lives or if they could find his them without much trouble from the rising zombie population. A giant pit formed inside Justin's stomach and a lump came up into his throat. He could never forgive himself if he dropped his family off to die.
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