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Post by NPC on Jul 22, 2011 3:22:22 GMT -5
Eddie Kingston Darren Johnson Melissa Ackerman Steve Young
[/color][/right] The pressure was well and truly on now, all eyes on Steve. He suddenly felt hot under the collar, being under the scope like this with all eyes in the room on him, waiting. He shook his head, eyes jumping from each face before looking at Anna as she spoked to him "...Roll up your trouser legs. All of you, if you have any injuries at all...you have to be honest. You have to tell us. If you got...scratched or bit...by those things. You have to tell us."[/i] Steve let out a nervous laugh "What?..No...I'm fine, really..I'm okay. You should be focussing on Mel..she's pregnant.." He quietly replied, but he wasn't okay..clearly he wasn't okay. "You heard the lady...show her." The deep voice boomed as Steve was now face to face with the end of Stan's gun. He shifted his eyes around, as if looking for someone to come to his defence but no one did..they were all on the same boat here. If he was infected, he could kill them all. Melissa remained laying on the bed, she took a few deep breaths, turning her head toward Steve she slowly sat up "..Steve, just do as they ask..it's for the best. Just show them that you're okay.." She said gently trying to reason with him. Darren nodded in agreement "..Yeah man..it's for the best.." He threw his two cents in, may as well have. Steve was getting agitated now "No one asked you!" he snapped at Darren, prompting a look from the others. He felt pressured, he didn't work well under pressure. He felt his palms begin to sweat and his face burn hot as he continued to be forced under the spotlight. "..Steven, come on now..don't be stupid." Eddie reasoned, he was the leader of this group and had gotten this far, Steve only had to show them and then everything would be fine. Unless...he had something to hide, which was what Eddie was starting to wonder. "Just do as they ask and no one needs to get hurt, son.." Jim tried to calm the situation. Steve just shook his head, dropping his eyes to the ground as he did. He couldn't, he couldn't show them because he knew what would happen when they saw it. "This is gonna sound weird.... but you three... down to your tightie whities," Justin said, prompting raised brows from all three men "..Say what now?.." Darren looked a little shocked, sharing the look with Eddie. But, after a moment or so Eddie shrugged and began to undo his jacket "It's the only way to settle this.." Eddie told Darren who still looked a little shocked "..It's laundry day.." D.J whispered, prompting a light chuckle from Eddie..that meant that D.J was likely wearing an embarrassing pair or none at all. "Anna, take her into one of the stores and check her yourself," Justin motioned to Melissa, who would happily oblige. She began to sit up, rubbing her tummy slightly whilst the other rest against her back trying to ease the tension of the weight as she stood up. Steve glanced between everyone, as they all went about there business before setting his eyes on Justin who spoke again "We're just being safe here. As much I wish I could trust your word, we need to be damn careful, So... just... strip," Eddie did as instructed, taking his jacket off first and then starting to unbutton the shirt he had one. Darren needed a little more convincing, and opted to take his hat off first..just to slow the process of getting naked in front of a bunch of strangers, all dudes btw...yeah, that was nasty. As Justin turned his back and the others weren't focussing on him any more, Stan turned away too heading back to the others to wait. Steve pulled the gun from under his shirt, which he'd been concealing. It was a small handgun, easily hidden. He was desperate "I can't do that..." he replied, Steve pointed the gun at Justin "..I'm sorry, but I can't..because I know what you're going to say....I know what you'll do...I've seen it happen and I don't wanna die... Steve said, his hand shook as he kept aim on Justin "Just let me go..I'll leave, I'll go back out there...and you won't have to worry." Steve spoke desperately. Eddie sighed heavily, setting his eyes on the man as he shook his head gently. "..Don't do this. You can't go back out there. Hell, whose to even say you're infected. Put the gun down and we can all figure this out. No one has to die, we can fix this...but you need to do as they ask....Steve, just..put the gun down" Eddie pleaded, turning on his heel and began to slowly walk toward him, hands up showing that he wasn't going to hurt him. Steve watched him carefully, he trusted Eddie..he'd been good to him. He didn't want to die. Steve slowly lowered the gun, hanging his head slightly in shame...he really wished things could have been different. [/blockquote]
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Post by NPC on Aug 2, 2011 11:26:38 GMT -5
STANLEY HOLTZ
Oh man did shit just get seriously messed up. Stan rolled his eyes, it seemed Edward Cullen here didn't want to let them in on his little secret. He was injured, bitten maybe? who knew, he wouldn't tell them and his group seemed oblivious. Stan set his eyes on Anna as she took the pregnant broad away, she didn't get far before Steve began kicking up a shit storm. The other two were compliant, but he wasn't to keen on co-operating with given instructions. Man, what a god damn pain in the ass.
Stan sighed heavily, shaking his head as Steve pointed his gun at Justin. Well, what a fucking mistake that was. Stan didn't say anything, as Steve ranted on about not wanting to die, keeping the gun pointed at Justin whilst Eddie tried his best to get the young man to back down. Talking wouldn't fix shit and Stan wasn't up for discussing this BS. It was too dangerous.
He managed to move his way past Justin, Jim, Eddie and Darren. He didn't give a shit, he practically charged at Steve like a god damn freight train, grabbing him by his shirt and slammed him against the wall. The man wouldn't have had a chance to respond, it was that fast, he was pinned against the wall, Stan's gun pressing under Steve's chin. He glared at Steve, his face a mere inches away from the mans as he sneered "...You make another move like that, boy an' I'll give you somethin' to worry about." He warned through gritted teeth. Stan was no saint, but he was a team player and he would not let this fucker be the reason why the rest of his group got killed.
Stan yanked the gun from Steve and tossed it for Simon to catch, kid didn't have a gun at the time and Steve wasn't going to need one where he was going. Yanking Steve by his shirt, Stan shoved him in front of him and pushed the gun against his back "We lock him up, if it was up to me I'd kill him right here, right now...but Eddie is right...how can we be sure? He could be perfectly fine." Stan said, looking to the others for there two cents. They couldn't kill him, they couldn't prove that he was infected regardless of injuries.
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Post by Anna Ryan on Aug 3, 2011 16:35:49 GMT -5
If you thought being cooped up inside a mall with flesh eating zombies lurking outside couldn't get any worse, you were mistaken. It seemed these newbies who'd just joined them were totally unaware that one of them could have been infected. Steven seemed reluctant to answer there questions and opted to not risk indecently exposing himself because he was actually hiding something other then the chances of an embarrassing tiny weiner. It seemed stage fright was the least of his worries right now, because he had been injured.
Everything got out of hand pretty quickly, one moment she was escorting Mel to the bathroom and the next...Steve had a gun pointed at Justin. Anna wasn't prepared for this crap, not at all. The fact was Justin had been the person to get her out of the thick of it and for that, she owed him greatly. Not to mention, the mutual attraction toward one another and the fact she'd quickly cozied up to the young man. Steven pointing a gun at him like this was something she really disapproved of. Thankfully, Stan was at the ready.
One swift move left Steven pinned against the wall, the nose of Stans gun pushing under his chin. She stayed back, eyes watching whilst also keeping Mel back behind her. She watched the situation unfold and Steve break down as Stan let him loose. He pushed him toward the group, gun at his back as he devised a plan. Anna listened carefully, she turned to Mel and urged her to go stand with Darren and Eddie whilst they devised a plan of action.
Anna slowly approached the group as they eyed Steve "We lock him up, if it was up to me I'd kill him right here, right now...but Eddie is right...how can we be sure? He could be perfectly fine." Stan questioned. Anna nodded in agreement, fleeting a glance toward him, before turning to Steve then Justin and Jim "He's right, we can't be sure. I don't know how the rest of you feel but...if we can't be sure, we can't just.." Anna frowned, pausing for a moment as she lowered her voice and continued "We can't shoot him, we can't kill him if we don't know for certain.." the brunette whispered, she didn't want the others hearing this side of the plan. It wasn't a plan it was a fallback plan in case the first plan didn't work.
Her eyes remained on Justin who seemed to be the one who rationalised a situation, made sense of it and almost always had a plan that she could agree with. "Could you do that? Take him out at the chance that we were wrong and that he turned out to be perfectly fine?" Anna asked him, before then shooting her gaze toward Jim as if asking him the same question "Because I wouldn't be okay with that." Anna confessed, her hazel gaze lingering on Justin again "We could lock him up somewhere, where he can't get out. We could monitor him, see if he changes and if he does...then we deal with it. But it's too risky for us to just assume the worse, we can't be certain."
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Post by Justin Miller on Aug 8, 2011 2:21:52 GMT -5
Turning his back my have been a bad idea. Justin wanted to give them some kind of privacy while they dropped trou'. He wanted to know that his people were going to be safe and if that meant seeing a grow man in his underwear(or in Darren's case, naked); than so be it.
Justin was more than willing to let in other survivors, but was no way he was going to potentially allow someone carrying the virus inside. If Justin let one of the infected in and they turned; he wouldn't be able to live with himself. Justin would never get over the fact that if he let one of them in and it caused the death of any one of his.
So he had to be sure. He had to be damn sure.
It didn't take long for Steve to completely flip his lid. He drew a gun on Justin, only asking for someone not to kill him. "You're going to pull on a gun on me... in my house... and not expect me to kill you. I should drop you wear you stand on just principal," Justin said with a snarl. "But you're right. You know exactly what I would and still somewhat plan on doing. You're posing a risk to every single person in this place with that bite of yours. You're infected and once you turn, you'll infect others and I'll be god damned if you're gonna infect anyone in here," Justin didn't just feel that it was job to make sure that everyone in the mall stayed safe; he knew it was his job.
"Eddie, gimme that shotgun," Justin said with a stern tone. Eddie was not willing to argue and handed it back to Justin. Justin knew that Eddie used the last few shots in it, so Justin pulled a single shotgun shell from his jacket pocket. Justin never took his eyes off of Steve as he loaded the shotgun. The cocking sound made just about everyone jump as once Justin was over with his rant, the place was deathly quiet.
"This is what's going to happen. Anna, Jim, take everyone into Macy's and lock yourselves in," The tone of Justin's voice made it clear that arguing with him would just land you in a big world of shit. "Me and Twilight here, we're gonna sit here and wait. From what I know, it takes at the most fifteen minutes for you to become one of them. Although I'm willing to bet it'll be less. If your the luckiest bastard on the planet and you actually don't turn, you're safe. You can guess what happens if you do turn."
With his shotgun at the ready, Justin used his foot to shove a chair to Steve. Steve stared at the chair, realizing that it was going to be one of the last things that he did. Justin still kept his eyes on Steve, never blinking and never leaving. Justin took his seat, quickly followed by Steve.
"Alright, now go lock yourselves in," Justin said to Anna as he continued to stare Steve down. "I'll let you know when it's safe," Justin rested the shotgun across his lap, but kept his finger on the trigger. There was no way if when Steve turned, that he was going to catch Justin with his guard down.
"Shouldn't be too long now,"
+*+*+ Words: 589 Mood: A little tired Thoughts: I'll be spending some time here in the next few days. To get everything going and moving
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Post by STAFF on Oct 16, 2011 5:52:50 GMT -5
Steve Young
There really was nothing more else he could do, these people had made up there mind and his.. associates were happy enough to accept his fate. He tried to pull a fast one but realised, he was out numbered. Everyone was on the opposing side and all he could do was give in. He wasn't about to fight them all and so, with that he took the seat shoved toward him whilst staring into the end of Justins shotgun. He'd lost, he had to admit defeat.
The others began to depart after there 'leader' had given them the dismissal. Steve shook his head again, this was absolutely absurd. They'd made a mistake coming here, because had they not..he'd probably have still had a chance and now, where was he? staring into a shotgun where a guy was about ready to pain the wall with his brains.
Steve took the seat, eyes never leaving Justin as he locked him in a stare "What if I don't?...change, I mean. What if you're wrong, you're holding an innocent man up at gun point." Steve pointed out. He watched Justin carefully, stifling a laugh he shook his head once more "Who am I kiddin'? We both know what happens next.." He wasn't happy, of course not, who would be happy about dying...really?
Sighing heavily, he dug his hand into his pocket before fixing a gaze on Justin again "I need a smoke.." He explained just in case Justin here thought he was trying to pull a fast one again. Taking the cig from his pocket, he placed it between his lips and looked at Justin again "...You're not going to save them, not all of them. There's too many of those things out there and if you ask me, I've got my lucky escape. I'd rather be dead then be here with those things..." Steven spoke gruffly, lighting his cig before taking a long drag.
"Gotta give you credit though, you got a nice set up here...a good team it would seem, not like me..cause they were quick enough to hand me over to save there own asses. But this won't last, eventually, those things are going to get in here...and you're not going to be able to fight them all off. This may be your safe haven right now, but sooner or later, you guys are gonna have to move and let me tell you..when you do, you're gonna have to choose your buddies carefully...because you're not going to be able to save everyone." Steve told him, it was a chance that Justin already knew this but chose not to believe it.
Taking another drag, he inhaled deeply before exhaling. He leant back in his seat, lolling his head on the back of it as he's tired eyes watched the ceiling above. Steven continued puffing on his cig, silent for a few moments. He felt ill, he could feel his insides burning and he was definitely running a fever. Slowly he lowered his hand from his lips, cig burning at his side as he took a few more moments to gaze up at the ceiling above him.
It'd been a few hours since he'd been exposed to his injury and for most of the journey over here, he was feeling pretty darn ill. He knew his fate, he knew what was going to happen and that he was going to change. He wondered how it'd feel, if he'd know when or if he'd simply slip off into a supposed eternal rest until he pounced back up again. Would he remember any of it in the last few moments of his life or undead life? He wasn't sure...only time would tell and time was ticking by fast.
Steve managed to take one final drag of his cig, his arms aching, his back hurt and his head felt so heavy that he could no longer lift it from the back of the seat where it rested. One more puff and that was it. His skin had already begun growing discoloured, he was pale anyway's but the veins had become much darker and his skin clammy. Steve's hand slowly fell to his side, the cig dropping from between his fingers and hitting the tiles at his feet. His head lolled forward, bowing heavily as the life inside of him faded.
He was gone. For a few moments or so it seemed as if he wasn't going to come back, as if that was the end but it wasn't...
It wasn't a sudden movement, he didn't spring to his feet. His arm was the first to go, a slight twitch in motion but that could have also been a natural reaction for the sudden bodily shut down. Another twitch or two before he lifted his head, he'd changed, most definitely...though he didn't look like those outside, he still looked like himself only with a vacant and blank stare in his eyes as he looked at Justin who was stood opposing. A few seconds he stared until the look shifting on his expression into something far more sinister, something raging and thirsty for blood and that's when Steve sprung from his seat, snarling as he attempted to grab Justin.
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Post by Justin Miller on Oct 31, 2011 3:33:32 GMT -5
Justin liked to consider himself open minded to a lot. Justin also thought himself to be rather considerate in many situations, but he wasn't too keen on the idea of letting Steve live any longer. Steve was bit. He was bit by one of them. Justin should have just smoked him where he stood. He knew there was no hope of him being immune. No one was immune. You got bit and you turned, it was as simple as that.
Justin blamed the rest of the group for influencing his decision. Not that he was particularly mad at anyone, but he still felt as if he was just wasting everyone's time. Steve was going to turn; it was just a matter of moments.
"There's no point in thinking that way, ya know," Justin said about the chance of Steve not turning. "I've seen a lot of people get bitten by those things, not a single one of them were safe," Call Justin whatever you will, but he knew what happened when zombies snacked on you. Poor Steve. "I know it sucks, man. It down right blows even...." Justin trailed off, not entirely sure of what he should say next.
"Not going to deny you a smoke. You could use it," Justin said, keeping the shotgun at the ready. The poor bastard deserved something good before Justin made toast of zombie he was sure to become.
"I can save them," Justin said. He was unable to save his family and that was his mistake. Justin had to waste them all, including his niece and his mother. Two of the sweetest women that Justin has ever known became fucked up monsters that wanted to dine on Justin's flesh.
So he was going to make damn sure that he saved everyone that was locked up inside Macy's.
But right now, his entire focus was on Steve. Justin knew the others were safe. They had re-entered the mall cleanly, killing anything that stood in there way. Justin kept his gaze on Steve, sucking down the nicotine with the last few breaths of life that he was clinging onto.
"Hand your ass over? Are you sure that you got a zombie bite because of your own dumbassery?" Justin asked with a raised eyebrow, although he knew that it wasn't going to be answered. Steven was nursing that smoke of his, getting one last joy of life before he became one of them.
Steve looked like hell two times over. His skin grew pale incredibly fast. His breathing got labored quickly, faster than what Justin had expected. His eyes were bloodshot. He was dying and he was dying fast.
Justin watched as Steve took one last drag before his hand came falling back down to his side. It was limp. Steve was gone. Justin was right; Steve was going to turn. But Justin hadn't expect it to happen so quickly.
The moment Steve's arm went limp and fell to his side, Justin prepared himself.
The rack of the shotgun was loud in a dead silent room. It almost sent a shiver down Justin's spine. Justin readied his finger on the trigger, practically pulling it almost.
The zombie that was once Steve burst from it's chair, ready to take a bite. He was quicker than Justin, taking away any time that Justin had to aim and shoot. Justin instead planted his boot in Steve's chest and kept him at a distance. He didn't kick him, yet he just kept his leg stiff to keep Steve at a somewhat safe distance.
Justin than flipped his shotgun, cracking the zombie in the face with the butt end. The zombie stumbled backwards and fell over the chair it was sitting in when it was alive. It gave Justin ample time to point the business end of that shotgun right in the back of Steve's head.
The shotgun blast was even worse than the rack of the shotgun. Justin flinched so much that he damn near dropped the shotgun after he fired it. Steve was dead and so was the zombie. Justin racked the shotgun one more time, pumping out the empty shell.
Steve's smoke was still lit and if he didn't have the virus, Justin might have had himself a drag or two with it. Instead, Justin put it out just like he did with Steve.
"Fuck" Justin said softly as he sat back down in the chair. Justin was going to let them know when it was safe, but he was pretty damn sure that a single shot would suffice.
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Post by James 'Jim' Hunter on Dec 3, 2011 7:19:58 GMT -5
James Hunter Truth be told, he could see where Anna was coming from. Though, right now thinking about it it was more of a risk to keep him here, locked up or otherwise. He'd been exposed to the infection, that was all their was too it. Justin here was trying with the group, trying to help them but also at the same time take lead and do so without being the bad guy. Jim stayed quite for a moment, before turning his eyes toward Anna. Poor girl was trying to reason with Justin, thing was, he had to back the guy. Steve was a danger to the team, plain and simple.
"It's the only option we've got, it's the safest option. If we locked him up in the hopes that he'd be fine and he wasn't...we'd all be goners. Chances are slim, you've seen it, once you're exposed to the infection..that's it, game over." He told her firmly, he got it, she was trying to think clearly here but at the same time thinking clearly went outta the window a long while back. This was about survival and if Steve was around, the rest of them wouldn't be.
He nodded toward Justin as if showing his support for the man and what he declared would have to be done. Jim placed a firm hand on Anna's shoulder and urged her back slightly, nodding toward her two younger brothers who would also have to leave this spot. They'd seen a lot of shit, and Jim wasn't sure how this was going to pan out. So, it was best that the less witnesses around, the better.
With that, he urged the others away leaving Justin and Steve to themselves. Suffice to say that these days, he'd looked at the younger ones as his kids rather then just people he'd met. Justin reminded him of his eldest son and Anna, well she was just like his little girl. He had lost his family, to no fault of his own in his opinion and was trying to make up for that by helping these guys out as much as he could.
Having sent the others off into the mall, Jim took it upon himself to linger between the two locations. Justin could handle himself, sure, but no one knew how this situation was going to pan out and he'd have rather been safe then sorry. Taking a cig from the pack in his pocket, he placed it between his lips and lit it, taking a long, deep drag. Exhaling deeply, he waited.
He could hear the talking from the two, stepping a little closer with his back against the wall as he listened in. He listened to Steve, kid had a point. It wouldn't be safe here, not at this rate and not how those infected outside were already surrounding the area and now? now they had more people to look out for, one of them being heavily pregnant. Sure, it was nice to help others but then again a larger group was harder to shift. He heard Justin's response, heroic as ever. The thing was, he knew Justin would bend over backward for these guys...didn't mean he'd be able to save them all. He'd damn well try and he'd give credit where it was due but...Jim knew somewhere there'd be a loss within the group.
It was all a waiting game, until eventually the shot rung out startling Jim enough to cause him to almost drop his smoke. He didn't emerge right away, only lingering about outside for a few moments before making himself present. Jim headed inside, glancing down at Steve's corpse as it lay face down, the gaping gun shot wound sitting at the back of his head. "You know, I didn't like that guy...but he's got a point." Jim stated, holding his own lit cig out for Justin to take. He'd friggin need it after that.
He eyed the body as it lay there at there feet before fleeting his eyes toward Justin "We're not going to be able to stay in here for much longer. We need to start making plans." He added.
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