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Post by Random NPCs Fri Jul 26, 2019 5:14 am

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Random NPCs wrote:The Chief glared back at Rafe. The smug bastard was no longer chipper, glaring daggers into Brian's direction. The Chief felt hatred fill his eyes, how he treated his Katherine... He'd kill him soon enough. He pulls Mike by his arm, hooking him with his burly, hairy arm and pulls him along. "No! My wife you bastard! That's my wife!!" Michael Warren screams, as the zombies descend the stairwell. Joyce is unable to scream, but watches with terror as the creatures fall upon her twitching form and begin to bite, scratch... tear flesh from her still warm body! Only managing weak moans, the woman suffers her horrible experience fully as the zombies gather and eat Mrs. Warren alive...

Pushing the others forward, the Mayor's deafening screams as the sounds of munching mouths and crunching bones echo throughout the stairwell. They were close... close to the exit! They had only two more flights, and Brian was tired, and sweaty. Katherine clung close to Rafe, the sounds of the creatures eating her mother were unavoidable and couldn't be easily blocked out.

They were nearing the second floor landing, and Brian had to come up with a strategy. We need to get to City Hall, I can begin to take precautions... set up barricades, have my men act as a militia while we figure out how to save this city...my, city...


They reached the second floor landing with ease, the zombies above them... preoccupied. As the Mayor and his daughter cried for their loved one, Brian realizes he can see smoke spilling from the door on the first floor landing. "Ah shit! The tear gas!" He explains, looking around for something to cover his mouth and nose. "You need to cover your faces or you'll be running around blind, and don't breathe it in or you'll be on the ground hacking up a fuckin' lung!" The chief explained, though he had a bit of a resistance to the gas given his police background- it didn't matter though, the stuff would still blind ya and sting. They began to make makeshift face covers for themselves, using their handkerchiefs. They descended further into the smoke, when the Mayor began to complain. Katherine hugged her father, and cried as the gas assaulted them. "Remember, we need to stay close together!" Brian called out, as the obscuring smoke engulfed them.
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Post by Rafe McCormac Fri Jul 26, 2019 5:31 am

Rafe observed the mayor, his daughter and the sneaky pig faced Chief descend into the obscuring smoke. He felt... off. Something wasn't right about this when there was a door leading away from the smoke right to his left. He takes his camera, and gently removes the film in a subtle manner, before closing the latch. He brings it up to his right breast pocket, unzipping it and slid it in while pulling out his cleaning cloth for his camera lens. It smelled of vodka, which was a good cleaner due to the alcohol content, but it wouldn't help with the acrid smoke ahead of him. He didn't want that family in the hands of a madman, so he pressed on. Tear gas sucked, he remembered in the military training they had to go into a small room filled with the shit and with faulty gas masks as well. The instructors loved to torment their recruits after all. But even so, he hated this prick, Brian, more than any of them combined.

He descends into the fog, his eyes immediately welling up with tears. It had been a long time, but that familiar pain was present, and it didn't help his right leg still ached from his botched landing back on the fourth floor. He only hoped this meant the cannibals couldn't see them either...

He feels for the railing, coughing into his rag as the fog obscures him, making it impossible to tell if he was still walking down the stairwell. "Shite... where the hell are ya?!" He called out.
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Character Profile
Character Type: Survivor
Condition: 'Fine' 'Fine'
Current Condition HP (5/5) :
2nd Floor Corridor (Lower bleachers) Left_bar_bleue5/52nd Floor Corridor (Lower bleachers) Empty_bar_bleue  (5/5)
Environment O2/Grip Strength (Depletes every turn):
2nd Floor Corridor (Lower bleachers) Left_bar_bleue20/202nd Floor Corridor (Lower bleachers) Empty_bar_bleue  (20/20)
Inventory Inventory:
InventoryType & Total Number or %Type & Total Number or %
Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)'Infinite' (at moment)
Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)
Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)Hospital supplies
Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)Lighter, Camera
Victims (B.O.W.)Victims (B.O.W.)

Current Ranged Magazine Counter (Self Edit) Current Ranged Magazine Counter (Self Edit):
2nd Floor Corridor (Lower bleachers) Left_bar_bleue15/152nd Floor Corridor (Lower bleachers) Empty_bar_bleue  (15/15)
Secondary Ranged Magazine Counter (Dual Wield/Secondary) Secondary Ranged Magazine Counter (Dual Wield/Secondary):
2nd Floor Corridor (Lower bleachers) Left_bar_bleue30/302nd Floor Corridor (Lower bleachers) Empty_bar_bleue  (30/30)

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Post by Random NPCs Fri Jul 26, 2019 5:42 am

Rafe McCormac wrote:Rafe observed the mayor, his daughter and the sneaky pig faced Chief descend into the obscuring smoke. He felt... off. Something wasn't right about this when there was a door leading away from the smoke right to his left. He takes his camera, and gently removes the film in a subtle manner, before closing the latch. He brings it up to his right breast pocket, unzipping it and slid it in while pulling out his cleaning cloth for his camera lens. It smelled of vodka, which was a good cleaner due to the alcohol content, but it wouldn't help with the acrid smoke ahead of him. He didn't want that family in the hands of a madman, so he pressed on. Tear gas sucked, he remembered in the military training they had to go into a small room filled with the shit and with faulty gas masks as well. The instructors loved to torment their recruits after all. But even so, he hated this prick, Brian, more than any of them combined.

He descends into the fog, his eyes immediately welling up with tears. It had been a long time, but that familiar pain was present, and it didn't help his right leg still ached from his botched landing back on the fourth floor. He only hoped this meant the cannibals couldn't see them either...

He feels for the railing, coughing into his rag as the fog obscures him, making it impossible to tell if he was still walking down the stairwell. "Shite... where the hell are ya?!" He called out.

The feeling of something cold, metallic and heavy hit Rafe against his left brow. Brian's Desert Eagle smacked across Rafe's face as he wildly swung the weapon across the Irish bastard. He had taken his sweet time to come down with them, but this obscuring smoke gave Brian the ample excuse for Rafe's 'disappearance'. Oh, that poor guy. He couldn't keep up with us. How tragic... I'm sure he's fine... with the cracked skull and all.

He pushes the tall Irishman against the railing, almost causing him to fall over when he grabs the camera which keeps him from falling over entirely, but teetering off the edge on his waist. "I told you... not to piss me off boy..." he says, his handkerchief tied around his nose and mouth like a bandanna; his eyes cracked red, and angry. He raised the Desert Eagle up towards Rafe's face, figuring he'd trade the man a bullet for his camera!
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Post by Rafe McCormac Fri Jul 26, 2019 5:59 am

Random NPCs wrote:
Rafe McCormac wrote:Rafe observed the mayor, his daughter and the sneaky pig faced Chief descend into the obscuring smoke. He felt... off. Something wasn't right about this when there was a door leading away from the smoke right to his left. He takes his camera, and gently removes the film in a subtle manner, before closing the latch. He brings it up to his right breast pocket, unzipping it and slid it in while pulling out his cleaning cloth for his camera lens. It smelled of vodka, which was a good cleaner due to the alcohol content, but it wouldn't help with the acrid smoke ahead of him. He didn't want that family in the hands of a madman, so he pressed on. Tear gas sucked, he remembered in the military training they had to go into a small room filled with the shit and with faulty gas masks as well. The instructors loved to torment their recruits after all. But even so, he hated this prick, Brian, more than any of them combined.

He descends into the fog, his eyes immediately welling up with tears. It had been a long time, but that familiar pain was present, and it didn't help his right leg still ached from his botched landing back on the fourth floor. He only hoped this meant the cannibals couldn't see them either...

He feels for the railing, coughing into his rag as the fog obscures him, making it impossible to tell if he was still walking down the stairwell. "Shite... where the hell are ya?!" He called out.

The feeling of something cold, metallic and heavy hit Rafe against his left brow. Brian's Desert Eagle smacked across Rafe's face as he wildly swung the weapon across the Irish bastard. He had taken his sweet time to come down with them, but this obscuring smoke gave Brian the ample excuse for Rafe's 'disappearance'. Oh, that poor guy. He couldn't keep up with us. How tragic... I'm sure he's fine... with the cracked skull and all.

He pushes the tall Irishman against the railing, almost causing him to fall over when he grabs the camera which keeps him from falling over entirely, but teetering off the edge on his waist. "I told you... not to piss me off boy..." he says, his handkerchief tied around his nose and mouth like a bandanna; his eyes cracked red, and angry. He raised the Desert Eagle up towards Rafe's face, figuring he'd trade the man a bullet for his camera!

He fucking knew it. He fucking knew it, yet he continued down anyway. He was slammed hard in the head by the Chief's pistol whip, the blow causing him to loose his rag and begin to inhale the acrid tear gas! He wheezed, coughing horridly, his eyes welling up, his head bleeding from the wound before he is pushed against the railing! He feels nothing behind him but open air, his body balancing off the edge of the railing and the stairwell! He could just barely make out Brian's ugly chubby face, holding his camera like a life line... but saw the barrel of his gun come into view as well. Rafe had no time to think, only acted on what he could do now. He struggled with the camera, realizing he had but seconds till the lunatic would blow his brains out like cherry pie! "Smile... for..." He grunts between coughs, hitting the button. A red light blinked on top of his camera, before the bulb on top flashed brightly! An explosion of light bloomed in the obscuring cloud, blinding both of their sensitive eyes! Figuring he may as well put one, painful one in before he bit it, Rafe raised his right leg up into Brian's chin as he pulls his weight backwards, pulling his camera, the strap either braking or his head slipped out of it, his body free falling till he hit the ground, hard.

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Rafe McCormac
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Level 3 'Senior Staff'
Level 3 'Senior Staff'

Posts : 78
Join date : 2018-12-07

Character Profile
Character Type: Survivor
Condition: 'Fine' 'Fine'
Current Condition HP (5/5) :
2nd Floor Corridor (Lower bleachers) Left_bar_bleue5/52nd Floor Corridor (Lower bleachers) Empty_bar_bleue  (5/5)
Environment O2/Grip Strength (Depletes every turn):
2nd Floor Corridor (Lower bleachers) Left_bar_bleue20/202nd Floor Corridor (Lower bleachers) Empty_bar_bleue  (20/20)
Inventory Inventory:
InventoryType & Total Number or %Type & Total Number or %
Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)'Infinite' (at moment)
Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)
Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)Hospital supplies
Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)Lighter, Camera
Victims (B.O.W.)Victims (B.O.W.)

Current Ranged Magazine Counter (Self Edit) Current Ranged Magazine Counter (Self Edit):
2nd Floor Corridor (Lower bleachers) Left_bar_bleue15/152nd Floor Corridor (Lower bleachers) Empty_bar_bleue  (15/15)
Secondary Ranged Magazine Counter (Dual Wield/Secondary) Secondary Ranged Magazine Counter (Dual Wield/Secondary):
2nd Floor Corridor (Lower bleachers) Left_bar_bleue30/302nd Floor Corridor (Lower bleachers) Empty_bar_bleue  (30/30)

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Post by Random NPCs Fri Jul 26, 2019 6:12 am

"Arrrg!" Brian screamed, the flash making him wince, before the boot connected with his lower chin! "URK!!" Blood filled his mouth as he bit his tongue, his teeth rattling as they clenched tightly! Not only that, but his makeshift bandanna came undone and he dropped his gun somewhere into the cloud to cover his bleeding mouth! He had let go of the camera, the man flipping off the edge and into the fog below. "Ffffffffuccck!" Brian shrieks, hacking up a lung, scrambling for his handkerchief, finding Rafe's, as it smelled of Vodka. That suicidal punk...! Crap, I can't find the camera in this mess... I just have to bank that it bit it with him...no... find the gun, get down there and shoot the cocksucker! He told himself, and began to fumble for his gun.

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