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[some_weirdGuy]

((@war_angel: well, maybe you should get into the car parks upper story, thats where we are going, and thats when the other survivors we had planned on meeting were going to be, maybe climb over a roof, as we are in the bottom story of the building, going to head up that way))
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"Well everyone, my name is Kelvin, before the outbreak i had started a family, and worked in programming and systems hacking. Me and Boo..." he noticed the strange way everyone was looking at him,
"of coarse! how stupid of me! this is my buddy boo.." he pulled the hamster out of his back pack, "as you can see, he's good company, but not much for conversation...... gesh, i must have sounded crazy to you guys, talking about us, when you could only see me", Kelvin watched as everyone seemed to ease a little, i guess they were a little tense about having a crazy man in their group.
"Anyway, when the outbreak first hit in my town, my wife was the first, she... killed my son.. before... running off" tears welled up in his eyes,
"everyone... was infected, except me, i got out of there, and well, none of that matters now" Kelvin wiped the tear from his eye, "so kid, whats your name?"

[war_angel]

((OOC: im going to get to the top floor by like scaling the side of the carpark, if thats all cool with everyone else! I'll meet the other guys that you are going to meet there and then you guys can come up too!))

"Left hand, right hand, left hand"
One hand after the other Silva climbed the outer wall of the car park, he was confident in his strength and ability and knew that he wouldn't fall, but after so much else had gone wrong in his life he could never be sure what lurks around the corner!
He was getting close to the top now, left after right he hauled himself up. When suddenly a hand was thrust out of the carpark straight into Silva's chest, this took him by surprise and he let go with one hand. Still clasping on, with one hand, for dear life, he pulled his makeshift blade from his poket, and with one swift movement sliced the mans face. As the man fell back Silva realised this was no ordinary man, he was one of them and Silva knew jhe would hardly be dased by this feeble attack. Not wanting to waste his ammo Silva kicked at the mans head knocking him back once more, he then continued to climb, only much faster this time as the addrenaline rush kept him going.

Once he reached the top, he climbed slowly over the top wall and collapsed on the floor of the car park.
"Shit", "Oh my god", "Quick somebody help him!"
3 people ran other to Silva who was laying on the floor sruggling for breath, the last part of the climb had done him no good.
As the people sat him up and gave him a drink, he was relieved that he was finally with some other people, people who were not infected, and people who hopefully wouldnt know about his past.

Finally he was safe... for now!

((OOC: now all he's got to do is wait for you guys! ))

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

Meanwhile, a small band of people moved slowly through the tunnels beneath the city. A large, long haired man with a drooping beard led the way through the dark, dank place.
"Shh!" he said suddenly, holding up his hand behind him. "Can you hear that?"
The other's looked at him blankly. A dark-haired woman said what they were all thinking;
"Hear what?"
"Aah, nevermind. I thought I heard voices."
They began to move forward once more. As they trudged through the shallow water about their feet, the long-haired man felt depressed. It was over a week since they had surfaced for supplies, and he was tired of the stale air down here. A short-haired youth roused him from his revery.
"Hey!" he whispered, tapping his shoulder. "You said you heard voices?"
"Yes."
"I think I did too." said the young man, grinning.
There was a grate coming up just ahead. The Scandinavian behemoth leading the group signaled for them to stop once more, and looked up.
"Quiet, please." he said softly, his strong voice instantly gaining what it asked for.
There was definitely movement above - he could see the shadows across the grate changing. And then, there it was. A voice! Survivors!
Smiling and motioning to the others to follow him he made his way up the ladder, into the light.


((OOC: Crazy Legs and Lenny, you two are with these guys, if that's okay with you. You can enter later and more dramatically if you want, but it may be a little while before you get the chance.))

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 04 January 2008 - 12:37 PM.

[segwayrulz]

The old man climbed up the ladder into the sunlight the others followed.
"Come on!" said the Scandinavian as Lenny pulled himself up the ladder with one hand for climbing and the other holding his segway.
"Okay, okay; this thing's heavy" replied Lenny in an annoyed voice.

"Why do you carry that thing around?" the woman asked.

"When your legs get tired do you have something to ride on then?" he said.
There was silence for about three seconds then the group heard voices.

"Listen! Definitely voices - they must be survivors!" claimed the long-haired man in an uplifted voice.
The group rushed towards the sound and they saw them, other survivors.
"Hello!!!" yelled out everybody while rushing towards the other group.
Everyone began to talk at once, overcome with relief at meeting these others.

"Hey everyone, my names Lenny and this is my Segway" Lenny said.

(OOC: crazy legs please introduce yourself)

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 01 January 2008 - 05:25 PM.
Capital letters, man! :p

[d35tr0y3r]

Stenton had been zoning out for a little while as everyone introduced themselves. He thought about everything that had happened to him, and everyone around him. Jesus, this world is scarred and bleak. He came back from his zoning just as someone was describing some pet rodent. He looked and thought Heh, freakin' little rat, kinda cute though but why carry it around? As long as it doesn't go near me. The man had finished talking and Stenton decided it was his turn.

"Oh, uhh, My name is Stenton White, I come from New York, and I met up with this raggedy group, and I've been with them since."

When he finished he turned around and started rummaging through the various medical supplies.

(OOC: I assume we're in the infirmary now, so that's the medical supplies thing)

[some_weirdGuy]

((So wait... were we in tunnels while i was gone? if not, then is that another group? so we have 3 groups, us, people on top of building, and people in tunnels?

Im confused


edit: Wait wait, i think i know where im confused. Is Stenton with us, but Lenny is with the third group? and war angle is with second group? or is the 3rd and second group one in the same? and we have just jumped back to before they were on the top story?))

Edited by some_wierdGuy., 03 January 2008 - 01:32 AM.

[Cheshire Fox]

((Alright, here we go. There is a group of NPCs in the sewers, accompanied by Lenny and Crazy Legs. Stenton has been with us the entire time. D35troy3r is just a might bit confused, we're still in the parking lot and I'll fix that real quick. There is another group of NPCs on the roof on the garage who Silva has just encountered. All good?))

Darkman heard something, metal on metal, grinding behind him. He rolled to the side and stood quickly up. He watched in horror as a hand pushed up the metal sewer grate.

The sewers! The infected are in the sewers! Thank god we didn't go through there!

He raised the pistol and trained it on the rotting head coming out of the sewers. And then with a jolt realized it wasn't rotting. In fact, it looked like a rather normal human head. A bit aging...but alive, really alive. "Guys! More survivors!"

[some_weirdGuy]

"wow, you guys just keep coming and coming, when i first drove into town, i didnt see a single non-infected person, but now, your all coming out of the wood work, safety in numbers i guess, lets help them all up..." said kelvin as he too walked over to the sewer grate, his heart had leaped out of his mouth for just a second, if those where more infected, then.. well kelvin didn't know what he would have done.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

The Scandinavian pulled himself out of the manhole, and promptly enveloped the man pointing a gun at him in a crushing bear-hug.
"People!" he cried, joyously, "And you're alive!"
As the large man attempted to pull himself together, his companions clambered out after him. A dark-haired woman and a slightly delinquent-looking young man, followed by a footballer and a man carrying a... unicycle?
The foreigner looked slightly embarrassed as he let go of Darkman, and hurriedly introduced himself.
"Sorry, my name is Karl...Sorry." Pointing to each member of the group in turn, he proclaimed;"Helena, Dean, Gabriel, Lenny - and yes, before anyone says it, I'm aware of the fact that he's called Lenny and I'm called Karl, haha, - and Lenny's Segway. Sentimental value I believe."

Before he could continue there was a crash from upstairs.
"Sounds like we're not alone in the building. Infected?"


((OOC:@ Darkskul, feel free to change that last bit to whatever you were gonna do, it's probably better.
@ Everyone else, the noise was supposed to be Silva's (War_Angel's) through-window entrance.))

[southsidediablo]

"I'll take two or three people and check out the noise. Maybe it's some more living. And I'll look for a nice truck while I'm up there." John checked his ammo again as he awaited confirmation.

[some_weirdGuy]

"well people, i dont know about you guys, but i feel hungry, and if it turns out that crash was more infected, then we wont have much time for eating later on, so dont know if any of you have food supplies..." Kelvin dumped his bag on the ground, unzipping it, ".. but i have all this health food" he grabbed out a packets of chips, nuts, bottled water and all the other junk he took from the shop a while back
"so feel free to dig in, while we still can" hell looked over the new group.. yeah, they did look a bit tired, and hungry.
boo jumped up out of his pocket and sat on Kelvins lap
"ah! Rat! on your leg!" someone cried from the new group...

[war_angel]

((OOC: im going to come down with a few NPCs now (that can be killed of later!) and i'll meet up with you guys and we can do some more killing on the infected poeples!))

"Shit, did you hear that?!" "What?" "Shh, listen" said Silva, turning his head and looking towards the ramping leading down.
"I swear i just heard voices, real voices!" "Survivors!" exclaimed another meber of the group.
"Exactly!" replied Silva. "I'm going" he said, in one of those heroic voices you put on to seem brave.
"Not without me your not!" Silva turned to see an old man with a grey beard, and a double baralled shotgun slung over his shoulder. "Nice" replied Silva, "Anyone else think they are brave enough?"
"Lets do it!" replied a woman in combat fatigues, obviously a lead role in the group.
"Well we're all set then," exclaimed Silva, "What your going with just that?!" she pointed at his 9mil, which seem rather feeble against her M16 and the mans shotgun,
"here take this," she said, throwing him a 12gauge pump action shotgun,
"Cheers" he said looking at the quite impressive weapon in his hand, "Any more ammo?" the man looked at him, and then threw a belt of shotgun shells off the side, Silva grabbed it and proceeded to put it on.

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The 3 people moved silently through the car park, often exchanging the odd glance and hand movement, with their weapons up and constantly looking around them, they were ready for anything to happen.
As Silva walked past the cars he was looking to see if any would be worth hotwiring (a skill he learned in his days as an escapee) "sweet" he mumbled to himself while walking past a subaru, only then to notice a large hole in the roof, "What a waste," he said to himself.
Suddenly a slamming noise came from behind him, he span round on the spot, lifting up his shotgun and readying his trigger finger, he could see the woman stood staring into a car, Silva walked over causiously, and as he got closer he could see a blood covered hand, pushed against the glass of the side window,
"Shit" he thought to himself, and moved closer to peer in, suddenly the head of a man smashed through the glass, and he was bearing his teeth, Silva jumped back and with a swift pull of his finger, blew the mans head off the way only a 12 gauge can! "Fucker" he mumbled to himself,
"come on lets go," he said to the woman, and he tapped her on the shoulder as he walked past her.
"I'm sorry," she said timidly,
"No worries, all in a days work"

Edited by war_angel, 08 January 2008 - 09:16 PM.

[segwayrulz]

meanwhile back at the main group.
"wow food!" exclaimed lenny as he reached for a packet of chips.
"thanks Kelvin" he said after taking a bag.

[southsidediablo]

John was looking at a F-150 when he heard a shotgun discharge somewhere in the carpark."Anyone else hear that shot? I'm going to find out. Who's with me?"

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

"I'll come to." volunteered Carl, eager to prove his and his compatriots allegiance to their new-found friends.
"Dean, you stay with Helena. Grab a bite to eat; we'll be back."
The man nodded, and slung his rifle. He turned to the young woman, and together the two of them sat down. Carl smiled, satisfied, and turned back to Darkman.
"Let's hunt."

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman glanced around at the group of people standing around, munching on some Cheetos. He reloaded his Five seveN, getting orangish spots from the cheese on the grip.

"Who wants to come find us some wheels? We need something big and stable with plenty of places to fire from. Anyone got any ideas?"

[southsidediablo]

As John was walking away he turned around, "Get some trucks, like that F-150. Maybe a Mustang or two, we have quite a few people now, we'll need more vehicles and fast ones too." John turned and walked up the ramp leading up to the next level, rifle ready.

[some_weirdGuy]

Kelvin looked at his hamster
"you know, you keep eating food like that, and your going to get fat.."
the hamster just looked at him, crumbs all around its mouth, then went back to eating.

Kelvin chuckled, looking over at the guy sitting next to him
"so, Lenny is it? im Kelvin, this is Boo... whats with the Segway?"

[Copaman]

Ryn propped himself up against the wall and started hobbling out towards the lot full of cars. He noticed a small hallway which was still lit towards the end, and decided to explore that first. What a reward.

Vending machines. One drink macine, and two food machines. Hehehehehe... they'll never know... He bashed them in with the end of his rifle, removed all of the contents of both food vendors, and grabbed a few sodas and waters from the drink vendor. Well, if we need em later, I can always give em out.

He went back to the main hall and walked out into the sunlight. The lot was pretty much filled with brand-spanking-new cars, and he immediately set out to find his own set of fine wheels.
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The 'Used Car' lot. A circa 1970's Volkswagon Bus. That would work. "Lookey what I found!!" He called back to the rest of them.

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman turned at the echoing sound of Ryn's voice. He followed him through the tunnels and into the lot, admiring the sparkling cars, wondering what kind of ride Ryn had picked out. He could not feign the same excitement as Ryn at the sight of the old VW van.

"Damn, riding in style now aren't we. Can we at least find a van that's not 30 years old?" Darkman glanced around the lot, looking for a more modern limo style van. "It's too bad we had to ditch Yuri's car, that thing was perfect." Seeing nothing of comparable size, Darkman acquiesced with a sigh.

As he started to move back towards the garage, a loud clanging noise caught his attention. He turned sharply, and saw a pair of rotting hands gripping the chainlink fence around the lot. Then another infected, and another...the mob grew steadily around the lot and the moans intensified. The fence shook violently.

"Shit, Ryn, we gotta ditch this place! Get the van inside the garage and seal it up, I'll take care of this entrance!" Darkman looked around and realized the main door was not an option, the sprinters were still swarming around it, groaning and flinging themselves violently against the walls. "Drive the van through the hallway, it's our only chance." The fence was shaking worse now. "I'll crash another car into doorway, it'll hold them for a bit! Go!" Darkman ran for a nearby SUV.