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Post by Mike Lane on Jul 19, 2011 9:08:20 GMT -5
It has been months since Mike and the rest of his group had escaped the breakout and took refuge in the Staten Island Museum. It wasn’t exactly the greatest sanctuary that he could ask for, but at least it was safe. There was no way that any infected was getting in there as long as they had the placed locked during all times, or boarded up. There was only the side door that they used. Everything else was boarded up or closed off so the infected couldn’t get in. The infected couldn’t exactly turn a door knob, which is why they used the side entrance only that was always kept locked unless somebody was out for whatever reason.
Mike himself was getting sick of being cooped up. Everyone was busy with something and Mike decided now was as good as time as any to go get himself a new weapon. Only using an axe to kill zombies with was just getting a little too messy for his liking.
He’s been telling his group for awhile, that he was going to slip out and find himself a projectile weapon that he could shoot with rather than just swing. He knew of a place not to far from the Museum where he could go and something. He remembered seeing something about archery and crossbows on the sign when he was first passing it. So he just up and left without a word. He knew they weren’t going to go alone, but he knew that was the safest thing for him. He didn’t want to have to go during sun down, then it would just be to risky. He couldn’t keep holding this off, he had to just get it over with. They probably wouldn’t even notice as long as he wasn’t gong for too long. He took the axe and slipped out the side door, making sure the door was unlocked behind him. The last thing he needed was to get himself locked out when their was infected on his tail.
He practically ran down the street, trying to avoid any zombies that he might catch the attention of, but of course they spotted him anyways. Two of them come from both sides. He quickly nailed them both in the head one after another and then he kept going. As he was approaching the shop in question an infected cut him off and jumped for him. He tried to push it back, but instead he surrendered and let himself roll onto his back and he kicked the zombie right off. He then got up as quickly as he could and nailed it in the head with his axe like before.
He pulled the axe out and took a deep breath as he rounded to the front of the shop. It was all glass on the front and he used the axe to smash through the window, and from there he climbed in.
He looked around to find something to his liking as he looked behind the front desk and saw all the very accurate and pricey bows, arrows, and crossbows aligned before him. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” He said as he gently placed his axe on the front desk and walked around. He looked at all he had to pick from until he finally found the right crossbow of his liking. He reached up and grabbed it. He then went over under the counter and took two packages of crossbow arrows and stuffed them in his pockets, but not before loading his crossbow up. He then and went to retrieve a strap so he could carry the crossbow around.
He then heard something from around the corner of the shop and he pointed it. “Come on out, infected scum!” he said, he was ready to lock and load on some undead ass now that he had a more powerful weapon. |
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Post by Daniel Dalton on Jul 19, 2011 11:14:07 GMT -5
Zombie apocalypses were always a pain in the ass. The biggest reason to that wasn't the zombies, they were mowed down pretty easily. No, the problem was that everybody forgot or died so that no resources were made. Limited resources such as food became an ever growing danger to the people still alive. Daniel had lost track of time by now, it must've been a few days since the meeting with that woman. And he was once again out hoarding whatever food, weapon and clothes he could find, each day the distance he had to go, grew a little bit. At some point he knew he couldn't stay at the hideout. He had to move, but not for now.
Anyhow, he was a fair bit away from the hideout now. He was checking out the local weapons stores, right now he was looking into some archery equipment, plus the small selection of knives they had. Archery hadn't been his strongest thing, but he had to learn it, the more weapons he could use, the bigger the chances and more versatility.
Unfortunately it didn't seem like he was alone. When he heard the windows being smashed he quickly ducked down in the corner and hid himself as he retrieved the gun that was secured in his belt. The bag he always carried laid besides him. He knew he had two magazines extra for the gun, and the one currently in the gun was around half empty, he would need more ammunition.
He heard a boy talk, that showed it wasn't an infected person. Though that did not mean that was any better. In fact it was highly likely that it could be much worse. Ironically survivors sometimes had the funny idea of taking out competition to increase survival rates. The chances of that happening was much higher when it was same gender survivors, it was their instincts. Anyhow the boy commanded him to reveal himself even though the boy seemed to think that Daniel was a zombie.
Well why the hell not Daniel thought as he raised himself so that he stood tall and proudly, gun aimed at the boy for safety measures. He smiled at the boy and said. "Don't mind the gun, safety reasons, you have no idea how often people try to take out competition" Daniel was serious about this, his voice was calm and his hand steady. "So, are you one of the bastards who do that kind of thing, or do you still have some humanity left?" Daniel asked gun still raised at Mike.
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Post by Mike Lane on Jul 19, 2011 17:37:57 GMT -5
Once he heard somebody or something enter the lot, Mike wasn’t going to think twice about defending himself The whole world was just swarming with infected individuals that only cared about one thing and one thing only: human flesh. He was willing to kill whatever infected person in his way to get back to his group. He couldn’t die out here, his family would never forgive him, especially since his had snuck out to get some fancy crossbow. But he never makes it back then they would never know why.
He of course expected it to be one of the infected. It never crossed his mind that it could be something else. That it could be.. Human. Neither him or the other’s have seen or heard form any other survivors. It was always just them, so they were begging to think they were truly the only one’s left. Maybe in their city.. Maybe in the entire population of new York. They couldn’t be sure if there were other survivors as lucky as them. But if there was, how come they haven’t heard of any of them yet? Kayla said that they were probably the only people left in New York, Mike thought differently. He thought somebody out in this big city had to be alive.. Somewhere.
Then he came out… a human!
"Don't mind the gun, safety reasons, you have no idea how often people try to take out competition" Mike gasped moved back as he bumped into the counter behind him. He couldn’t believe it, another survivor standing right there before him. Of course he was aiming a gun towards Mike, but that was only because Mike was aiming one at him. He quickly looked at the crossbow and put it down once he realized and shook his head. “No way… I’m sorry it just- It’s just… I thought we were the only survivors.” He explained, gazing over at him, almost speechlessly.
"So, are you one of the bastards who do that kind of thing, or do you still have some humanity left?" He shook his head, an unrelieved look on his face. “No… I would never kill another survivor..” He looked over at him. “What’s your name..?” He asked, a blank look on his face, clearly he was still in partial shock. |
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Post by Daniel Dalton on Jul 22, 2011 17:39:36 GMT -5
“No way… I’m sorry it just- It’s just… I thought we were the only survivors.”
The boy stopped aiming the crossbow at Daniel, Daniel responded to the politeness by lowering his gun, though never letting it go. He couldn't trust this person, as much as he wanted to, the boy still had access to a weapon within close range. It was too much of a risk and he had too much to lose if something happened.
"You've got very high thoughts of yourself and whoever you are hiding around with, don't you?" Daniel said jokingly. Of course there was no way that a survivor who hadn't met any other survivors wouldn't think so. He just liked to poke fun of it, that's all.
“No… I would never kill another survivor..”
"Hey, ease up a bit." Daniel said. "You being so nervous would make anyone suspicious" He explained, his experience told him that when someone was nervous they had either something to hide, or were reacting as if being accused which again would lead back to the something to hide point.
“What’s your name..?”
"The name is Daniel, and what is yours?" Daniel asked right back at him, his gun still lowered but ready to be fired the moment Mike started thinking about doing any funny business. Daniel weren't going to take no funny business from anyone, much less this boy.
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Post by Mike Lane on Jul 23, 2011 8:34:08 GMT -5
"You've got very high thoughts of yourself and whoever you are hiding around with, don't you?" Mike shook his head, he was just the opposite, actually. Mike neve thought highly of himself in any way, in fact he thought of himself as a loser in most cases. He didn’t have many close friends, barely any relationship experience, but at least he had his family. Family was always the most important thing to him, and he was happy to have them still alive with him. Although, they are going to kill him once he got back to the Museum. Mike frowned slightly after the guy spoke. “No.. I don’t. I just thought we were… lucky. I guess. We haven’t seen anyone other survivors in months.” He explained, still internally pouting at himself. Never has anyone ever accused him of thinking highly of himself. Usually because most people knew one thing about Mike. His low self esteem.
Apparently having zero confidence in himself wasn’t such a bad thing since he got as far as he has. He was still alive in well. And although he really didn’t think highly of himself, he was getting better after all the zombie slaying he has been doing.
"Hey, ease up a bit. You being so nervous would make anyone suspicious" He giggled slightly and scratched his head, not even realizing that he was a all acting nervous until he stopped the guy said something about it. “Yeah, sorry about that… I had no idea that you were like.. Alive. Like I said.. Haven’t seen any living people lately. So I wasn’t really expecting to see one unless my brother followed me..” He must have still been a little nervous since he was ranting a little. Not that he meant to, it was just something that happened without him realizing.
"The name is Daniel, and what is yours?" Mike smiled at him. “I’m Mike.” He said, warmly. |
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Post by Daniel Dalton on Jul 23, 2011 17:49:19 GMT -5
Daniel listened and smiled at the appropriate times as Mike went on to explain how he had thought that luck had played a part in their survival, and this could very well be true in his case, or a lot of zombie horror movies could be the real reason behind. Mike then went on apologizing his nervous behavior. Daniel accepted his apologies quiet easily and went on as Mike introduced himself. Daniel nodded in response.
"So, where are you and your little group holed up" Daniel questioned as he finally decided that Mike couldn't do any harm. Before putting the gun back in his belt he made sure it wasn't ready to fire any second, as much as people thought schadenfreude was awesome, he'd really like to keep his body whole.
"And how many are there in the group?" Daniel went on, now might as well be as good as any time to get some information on these guys; mostly so he knew what to expect if he ever got to this area again. And all of this was asked while his hand - almost professionally - placed the gun back in his belt, he was getting pretty darn good at doing that putting back movement.
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