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Resident Evil Corporate Battles REMAKE :: Raccoon City, Arklay County, Illinois (Roleplay Area) :: Central Raccoon City
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Sam's Sporting Goods
by Saoirse O'Neil Tue May 03, 2022 7:09 am
(from here)
(re3 citywithout hope)
Saoirse went back, and round the Raccoon City Press building, cutting through parts of Uptown Park, heading down towards the shopping strip and mall, when the tires just would not longer give! "Fuck this...!" She spat, carrying a heavy guitar on her back, and still trying to pedal with flat tires? No thanks, no good! She needed to repair them... thankfully, hope was on the horizon for her.
A familiar sight, Sam's Sporting Goods had a section for mountain bikes like hers! She'd been there several times to get a spare, be it tire or chain. The place looked abandoned... shutters over the windows which were cracked and 'closed' over the door. She walked the bike over to the storefront, and noticed the blockage to her right... with wide eyes. It was a ruined remains of a SWAT van, like the one her father used... the back doors were wide open.
Blood covered much of the interior, and it seemed its weapons were picked clean. She noticed a corpse of a man in riot gear however, half crushed between two cars. She applied the kickstand, and walked up to the man. He was wearing riot gear like her father would, in situations like this... but upon lifting the visor, realized it wasn't her father. Breathing a sigh of relief, she paused, and noticed the handgun still firm in his holster:
She now really wondered... if it was true about the cannibalism, and if people... turned into zombies? Given how no one was around, and the extent of the damage and no paramedics were about? Yeah, she felt more comfortable about what she was doing next. Cautiously, she reached over, and undid the latch for his dropleg holster, and slowly pulled out the sleek, SWAT Model of the Beretta 92, like her father had. It was heavy, like she remembered. She had a pistol permit, but it was a gun she left with her dad. She didn't really care for them, honestly. Still... she needed it now, at least as a precauti-
"Uhhhn!!" The man groaned, and Saoirse backed up quickly with a yelp! She looked at the officer, trapped between the SWAT van and a taxicab... his arms covered in gore, his neck torn out... he shouldn't even be ALIVE! His eyes... ohh Gawd his fuckin' EYES were WHITE!
Say it... She told herself, and gulped. Say it... to know its real...
"...Zombie." she breathed, her wide green eyes still latched firmly onto the soulless gaze of the former human in front of her. He was still trying to reach for her, moaning with a deep hunger in his voice... He sounded hurt, in deep pain. She saw the movies though, she saw Cory's fucking hand... No way am I getting near him. He can stay there... She thought, gulping as she slowly turned away with her prize in hand. She looked down, holding the gun stretched out in both hands... and recalled how to use it with the practice shots at the range with her brothers and father. Don't aim, unless you intend to shoot. Keep your finger off the trigger till you're ready to shoot. Don't point it at anyone till you're going to shoot, and keep the safety on till you're ready to shoot. She remembered, and pressed the button beside the trigger guard, ejecting the M9's mag to check it. From the witness holes on the back, the double stack magazine was 15/15, completely full. She tucked the mag between her cleavage, and racked the slide back, and no bullet ejected.
Not a single round was used... She thought, before sliding the slide lock up, keeping the weapon's slide locked back as if the gun fired empty. She remembered a quick way to load the chamber, was to have the gun in this position... Then I slide the magazine in... She continued, sliding it in as she was saying it to herself. Then, hit the slide release lever... She thumbed the slide lock, and the whole metal slide chunked forwards- and in that split moment, she saw the top bullet in the mag cam forward, into the chamber. She was locked and loaded. She flipped the safety on the gun, and then... tried to tuck it somewhere? She was a little iffed by it, but... she pulled back her shorts, and slid it behind her, feeling the cool barrel touch the skin of her ass! "Woo, that's cold!" She shivered. She glanced back at the zombie, shaking her head at him. He wasn't worth... testing the gun on. She needed the ammo...
She turned to the sporting good store now, bringing her bike to the door. "Well, worth a try.." she told herself, and tried the door. "Yup... locked." She sighed. She then looked about, and pulled out her wallet. She took a credit card out, and the tactical knife...
She jammed the blade into the lock, manipulating it with the firm, carbon blade while she jiggled the knob and slid the credit card through the wedge of the frame, sliding it around the lock's latch... "C'mon..." she groaned softly, licking the upper corner of her lip as she tried to release the lock with the card...
(re3 citywithout hope)
Saoirse went back, and round the Raccoon City Press building, cutting through parts of Uptown Park, heading down towards the shopping strip and mall, when the tires just would not longer give! "Fuck this...!" She spat, carrying a heavy guitar on her back, and still trying to pedal with flat tires? No thanks, no good! She needed to repair them... thankfully, hope was on the horizon for her.
A familiar sight, Sam's Sporting Goods had a section for mountain bikes like hers! She'd been there several times to get a spare, be it tire or chain. The place looked abandoned... shutters over the windows which were cracked and 'closed' over the door. She walked the bike over to the storefront, and noticed the blockage to her right... with wide eyes. It was a ruined remains of a SWAT van, like the one her father used... the back doors were wide open.
- Mind you, she's on the 'other side' of this mess right now::
Blood covered much of the interior, and it seemed its weapons were picked clean. She noticed a corpse of a man in riot gear however, half crushed between two cars. She applied the kickstand, and walked up to the man. He was wearing riot gear like her father would, in situations like this... but upon lifting the visor, realized it wasn't her father. Breathing a sigh of relief, she paused, and noticed the handgun still firm in his holster:
She now really wondered... if it was true about the cannibalism, and if people... turned into zombies? Given how no one was around, and the extent of the damage and no paramedics were about? Yeah, she felt more comfortable about what she was doing next. Cautiously, she reached over, and undid the latch for his dropleg holster, and slowly pulled out the sleek, SWAT Model of the Beretta 92, like her father had. It was heavy, like she remembered. She had a pistol permit, but it was a gun she left with her dad. She didn't really care for them, honestly. Still... she needed it now, at least as a precauti-
"Uhhhn!!" The man groaned, and Saoirse backed up quickly with a yelp! She looked at the officer, trapped between the SWAT van and a taxicab... his arms covered in gore, his neck torn out... he shouldn't even be ALIVE! His eyes... ohh Gawd his fuckin' EYES were WHITE!
Say it... She told herself, and gulped. Say it... to know its real...
"...Zombie." she breathed, her wide green eyes still latched firmly onto the soulless gaze of the former human in front of her. He was still trying to reach for her, moaning with a deep hunger in his voice... He sounded hurt, in deep pain. She saw the movies though, she saw Cory's fucking hand... No way am I getting near him. He can stay there... She thought, gulping as she slowly turned away with her prize in hand. She looked down, holding the gun stretched out in both hands... and recalled how to use it with the practice shots at the range with her brothers and father. Don't aim, unless you intend to shoot. Keep your finger off the trigger till you're ready to shoot. Don't point it at anyone till you're going to shoot, and keep the safety on till you're ready to shoot. She remembered, and pressed the button beside the trigger guard, ejecting the M9's mag to check it. From the witness holes on the back, the double stack magazine was 15/15, completely full. She tucked the mag between her cleavage, and racked the slide back, and no bullet ejected.
Not a single round was used... She thought, before sliding the slide lock up, keeping the weapon's slide locked back as if the gun fired empty. She remembered a quick way to load the chamber, was to have the gun in this position... Then I slide the magazine in... She continued, sliding it in as she was saying it to herself. Then, hit the slide release lever... She thumbed the slide lock, and the whole metal slide chunked forwards- and in that split moment, she saw the top bullet in the mag cam forward, into the chamber. She was locked and loaded. She flipped the safety on the gun, and then... tried to tuck it somewhere? She was a little iffed by it, but... she pulled back her shorts, and slid it behind her, feeling the cool barrel touch the skin of her ass! "Woo, that's cold!" She shivered. She glanced back at the zombie, shaking her head at him. He wasn't worth... testing the gun on. She needed the ammo...
She turned to the sporting good store now, bringing her bike to the door. "Well, worth a try.." she told herself, and tried the door. "Yup... locked." She sighed. She then looked about, and pulled out her wallet. She took a credit card out, and the tactical knife...
She jammed the blade into the lock, manipulating it with the firm, carbon blade while she jiggled the knob and slid the credit card through the wedge of the frame, sliding it around the lock's latch... "C'mon..." she groaned softly, licking the upper corner of her lip as she tried to release the lock with the card...
Saoirse O'Neil- Level 6 'VIP All Access (Master Key)'
- Posts : 219
Join date : 2022-04-28
Character Profile
Character Type: Survivor
Condition:
'Freezing'
Current Condition HP (5/5) :
(5/5)
Environment O2/Grip Strength (Depletes every turn): (16/20)
Inventory: Inventory 
Type & Total Number or %
Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)68x shot shells, 130x 9x19mm 
Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)4x Flare Gun Cartridges 
Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)3x Cigs, 1x bottles of water, 3x (100%, 50%, 50%) First Aid Spray Cans 
Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)Tactical Police Knife, Zippo lighter, apartment keys, work keys, 'Genesis Cell: O Negative' blood sample w/pocket freezer, 'Lucky' Bullet (9mm) 
Victims (B.O.W.)
Current Ranged Magazine Counter (Self Edit): (12/15)
Secondary Ranged Magazine Counter (Dual Wield/Secondary): (2/3)
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Re: Sam's Sporting Goods
by Random NPCs Tue May 03, 2022 7:31 am
There was gunfire coming from the way Saoirse just came from! A pair of officers in their blue fall uniforms rushed into the Uptown Park, firing at a crowd of what appeared to be people... but they were not.
"This is Officer Michaels, requesting support at Raccoon Times, need assistance, it's down to Philips and me!" He called into his radio. "Shit, its STILL not working!" he screamed, firing the handgun at the approaching zombies!
"Man, we gotta jet man!" Phillips said, wiping his ebony forehead with his free hand, firing the 870 at the cluster of zombies to back up Michaels.
"Shit, this is officer-" Michaels began again, looking down into his shoulder mounted handset when he was grabbed and bitten! "AAAH!" He screamed. "Get it off, get it off...!!" "I'm trying!" screamed Philips who slammed the butt of his shotgun on the head of the zombie, only to be grabbed from behind! "Nooo!" "Shit!" "FUCK!" "ARRGH!!"
The sound of flesh being torn apart, wet blood squirting out as the group of zombies piled up on both officers, feeding like pigs lining up at a troth. Crunching, squelching, the dying, garbled cries of help and of pain from both officers as they succumbed to the frenzied horde... no more than a couple of yards from Saoirse...!
"This is Officer Michaels, requesting support at Raccoon Times, need assistance, it's down to Philips and me!" He called into his radio. "Shit, its STILL not working!" he screamed, firing the handgun at the approaching zombies!
"Man, we gotta jet man!" Phillips said, wiping his ebony forehead with his free hand, firing the 870 at the cluster of zombies to back up Michaels.
"Shit, this is officer-" Michaels began again, looking down into his shoulder mounted handset when he was grabbed and bitten! "AAAH!" He screamed. "Get it off, get it off...!!" "I'm trying!" screamed Philips who slammed the butt of his shotgun on the head of the zombie, only to be grabbed from behind! "Nooo!" "Shit!" "FUCK!" "ARRGH!!"
The sound of flesh being torn apart, wet blood squirting out as the group of zombies piled up on both officers, feeding like pigs lining up at a troth. Crunching, squelching, the dying, garbled cries of help and of pain from both officers as they succumbed to the frenzied horde... no more than a couple of yards from Saoirse...!
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Re: Sam's Sporting Goods
by Saoirse O'Neil Wed May 04, 2022 3:23 am
Saoirse could hear the screams of the officers behind her, closing her eyes she had to ignore them and continue working on the door! C'mon... c'mon....! You're not Fort Knox... open up...! She mentally screamed as she began to 'nudge' the door with her shoulder! She looked past her right shoulder as she continued to try and force the lock open, watching with grim horror the pair of officers simply being torn to shreds! They weren't, perhaps, a quarter of a football field away from her! She had luck so far, by being obscured by tree branches and a partial hedge that outlined the park, but she was afraid to make too much noise, and agitate the SWAT zombie! At least I know... they are indeed cannibalistic! Not that it helps! Like, what the fuck man?! What the fuck is going on in the fucking town?! She thought, and hoped for the safety of her family and friends. She was friends with a cop by the name of Elliot, he was her upper classman in Biology at Raccoon Uni. Smart dude, a little quirky, kinda cute, very nice. He helped her get through dissecting animals, a prerequisite for her major which was annoying. She could only think of dissection class as she could hear the zombies chew and rip meat and sinew...! Oh fuck... fuck man, I'm... Im gonna...! She felt green, and shaky and then as she put force into the door-
-it swung open! She fell forward with her weight, hitting the ground on her chest, gagging as she felt the bile crawl back down her throat due to the surprise! She coughed and hacked horribly, and with wet, red eyes turned to the munching zombies outside! She didn't want them to know she was here, so she got up, suppressing her coughing as she undid the kickstand and rolled the flat tired bike into the shop! She closed the door behind her and leaned her back into it, coughing and hacking up a storm!
"Grossness... fucking... grossness..." she gagged, and looked about the place. It seemed empty... but it was also very dark.
Who turned out the lights...? Can't see a thing in front of me... She then blinked. "Oh, yeah..." she patted her pockets, all two of them, and pulled out the small, ornate lighter:
It had the depiction of a Celtic Cross made up of Celtic Knots on both sides. She flipped open the lid and spun the wheel.
Her eyes began to slowly pick up the layout of the room...
-it swung open! She fell forward with her weight, hitting the ground on her chest, gagging as she felt the bile crawl back down her throat due to the surprise! She coughed and hacked horribly, and with wet, red eyes turned to the munching zombies outside! She didn't want them to know she was here, so she got up, suppressing her coughing as she undid the kickstand and rolled the flat tired bike into the shop! She closed the door behind her and leaned her back into it, coughing and hacking up a storm!
"Grossness... fucking... grossness..." she gagged, and looked about the place. It seemed empty... but it was also very dark.
Who turned out the lights...? Can't see a thing in front of me... She then blinked. "Oh, yeah..." she patted her pockets, all two of them, and pulled out the small, ornate lighter:
It had the depiction of a Celtic Cross made up of Celtic Knots on both sides. She flipped open the lid and spun the wheel.
Her eyes began to slowly pick up the layout of the room...
Saoirse O'Neil- Level 6 'VIP All Access (Master Key)'
- Posts : 219
Join date : 2022-04-28
Character Profile
Character Type: Survivor
Condition: 'Freezing'
Current Condition HP (5/5) : (5/5)
Environment O2/Grip Strength (Depletes every turn): (16/20) Inventory: Inventory Type & Total Number or %Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)68x shot shells, 130x 9x19mm Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)4x Flare Gun Cartridges Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)3x Cigs, 1x bottles of water, 3x (100%, 50%, 50%) First Aid Spray Cans Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)Tactical Police Knife, Zippo lighter, apartment keys, work keys, 'Genesis Cell: O Negative' blood sample w/pocket freezer, 'Lucky' Bullet (9mm) Victims (B.O.W.) Current Ranged Magazine Counter (Self Edit): (12/15) Secondary Ranged Magazine Counter (Dual Wield/Secondary): (2/3)
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Re: Sam's Sporting Goods
by Random NPCs Wed May 04, 2022 3:55 am
Saoirse O'Neil wrote:Saoirse could hear the screams of the officers behind her, closing her eyes she had to ignore them and continue working on the door! C'mon... c'mon....! You're not Fort Knox... open up...! She mentally screamed as she began to 'nudge' the door with her shoulder! She looked past her right shoulder as she continued to try and force the lock open, watching with grim horror the pair of officers simply being torn to shreds! They weren't, perhaps, a quarter of a football field away from her! She had luck so far, by being obscured by tree branches and a partial hedge that outlined the park, but she was afraid to make too much noise, and agitate the SWAT zombie! At least I know... they are indeed cannibalistic! Not that it helps! Like, what the fuck man?! What the fuck is going on in the fucking town?! She thought, and hoped for the safety of her family and friends. She was friends with a cop by the name of Elliot, he was her upper classman in Biology at Raccoon Uni. Smart dude, a little quirky, kinda cute, very nice. He helped her get through dissecting animals, a prerequisite for her major which was annoying. She could only think of dissection class as she could hear the zombies chew and rip meat and sinew...! Oh fuck... fuck man, I'm... Im gonna...! She felt green, and shaky and then as she put force into the door-
-it swung open! She fell forward with her weight, hitting the ground on her chest, gagging as she felt the bile crawl back down her throat due to the surprise! She coughed and hacked horribly, and with wet, red eyes turned to the munching zombies outside! She didn't want them to know she was here, so she got up, suppressing her coughing as she undid the kickstand and rolled the flat tired bike into the shop! She closed the door behind her and leaned her back into it, coughing and hacking up a storm!
"Grossness... fucking... Â grossness..." she gagged, and looked about the place. It seemed empty... but it was also very dark.
Who turned out the lights...? Can't see a thing in front of me... She then blinked. "Oh, yeah..." she patted her pockets, all two of them, and pulled out the small, ornate lighter:
It had the depiction of a Celtic Cross made up of Celtic Knots on both sides. She flipped open the lid and spun the wheel.
Her eyes began to slowly pick up the layout of the room...
The room was long lengthwise, and filled with various sporting goods. The flickering glow of the lighter allowed her to make out the counter, the register, the wall behind it. There were all sorts of things, from traditional sports like Soccer, Football, Baseball, to more outdoors and wilderness activities such as camping, hiking, fishing and small game hunting.
She would see what she was looking for, bikes hanging off of the racks, some displayed on the floor. The shop was otherwise devoid of life, and it seemed the owners never opened this morning.
On the back wall, in the Wilderness section were some rifles hanging off the wall on wooden hooks. Lever-Action, Bolt-Action, Pump-Action small game rifles lined up neatly on display next to compound and recurve bows, bow guns for sale, and much more. Nothing seemed to be higher caliber than conventional .22, .30-30, 12 & 20 Guage.
One of the weapons were already down, on a glass counter showcasing a variety of hunting and fishing knives:
It's action wasn't locked in place with wire like the others on display, with a couple of spare magazines beside it and a couple boxes of 12 Gauge sitting beside the weapon.
There were also hiking supplies, bags, gear, knives, axes, canteens and such on display. A cooler with drinks for customers was in the corner, glowing a dim blue that illuminated some of the equipment as well.
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Re: Sam's Sporting Goods
by Saoirse O'Neil Wed May 04, 2022 5:09 am
Saoirse explored the room, feeling a little odd by being in here, completely in the dark with nothing but the light of her zippo guiding her. "Feels like I'm walking on a grave..." she says to herself, the eerie feeling of being somewhere she wasn't supposed to be combined with the rad feeling of being where she wasn't supposed to be gave her mixed emotions man! "This... is like, totally awesome!" She smirked, and realized... she essentially had the right to take what she wanted! It was shopping day, no credit, no tax, no fee's, guaranteed, 100% free!
The lighter was getting hot in her hand, so she set it down on the counter, and looked about for a flashlight, finding one of those big old maglites in a package and cut it out, and slipped batteries from a nearby display in. "There we go, save some oil for my cigs." she hummed, grabbing the hot metal lighter and flicked her wrist, making the lid swing close. She slid it into her pocket, activating the light and began looking around. She saw the display for the bikes, and realized she could just take a new one and leave on that. Even though hers was broken in, she didn't feel like sitting here an hour or two in the dark, listening to the zombies with their late night munchies. She didn't want to be in this place alone for too long either! "Okay... upside... daize..!" She grunted, dropping the light as she lifted a mountain bike she wanted off the hook, her Trouble Makers bouncing as she stumbled back and almost fell over! "W-woah, shit man! Be steady....!" She half shouted, before setting the bike down, calming her girls and wiping her brow. "Phew... see? Not so hard..."
She picked up the light, her eyes fixated on the beam ahead of her. "Woah..."
Saoirse didn't really care for weapons, guns, etc... but given the state of the world outside? Yeah... she was a newfound believer in the second amendment!
She tried taking one of the rifles off the wall, but found herself being unable to. It was then, when trying to mess around with it, she saw the rifle on the counter behind her. It looked like it was in a state of being shipped. She saw a carry case not too far from it, spare magazines for it, and box of shot shells. She checked the huge container and the box beside it, shaking both. She hit the motherlode.
"Now... what do you take?" She asked the gun, not expecting a response as she lifted it. It was heavy... but lighter than she expected. She held it by the grip, the butt pressed against her hip as she then scanned the barrel for markings with the light.
"Browning A-Bolt "Stalker"...tsk, story of my life..." she rolled her eyes at the name, but found it curious that it took '00 12 Gauge'. She checked the weapon again, and sure enough, it was a bolt-action shotgun.
"Never knew they made one of these." Saoirse remarked, setting the weapon back down. "Well, I don't think I can get away with stuffing shells into my pants... I hate to say it, but I should have taken Cory's fanny pack..." she paused. "...no, no. I made the right call. Probably was full of peanut butter, without the jar." she scoffed, rolling her eyes as she realized she was talking to herself again...
After doing some digging, she found...
Another 20 shell count box of shot shells...
A 10 shell box of weird blue 12 gauge shells that were 'enhanced' by Kendo. She figured they could be useful, so she took them.
Two 50 round box of .223 Remington. She didn't have a weapon for it, but she knew her father had one in his truck which should be at the station. Â
Two 15 round boxes of 9x19mm. No magazines for any handgun save the Glock series and some other such brand. Nothing for the Beretta M9 which disappointed her. She could use a spare magazine or two. She did... have an idea though, where to find more...
And finally... a waist pack. It looked more sophisticated than Cory's, and it... wasn't as hideous as she imagined. But, she couldn't deny the pothead's logic, she did need more pockets:
She removed the excess from her new bike, bouncing it a couple times before applying the kickstand again. "Okay..." she breathed, and then turned to the supplies.
She left much of the bigger shotshell container behind, and most of the shotshells, save the weird blue ones, were free floating rather than neatly sitting inside a box, with two in each of her pockets to help free up some space. Saoirse was taking only what she could carry reliably on the bike. She had in total:
x69 Shot Shells, Buckshot
x10 Shot Shells, 'Enhanced'?
x100 .223 Remington Shells
x30 9x19mm Bullets
x 5 Flare Shells
Her waist pack sagged a little on her hip, but the belt kept it from going anywhere. It was new, and it had two pouches she could put her future handgun magazines in, and a large container for a bottle of water or anything cylindrical for that matter, but for now, it held the three spare and now loaded magazines. Each of the A-Bolt's mags held two rounds, and currently she loaded the shotgun with a full mag with one in the chamber. The weapon in general, jutted from her soft cover guitar case, happy to know it fit inside along with her guitar.
She also had a canteen attached to the belt, just in case, and also a couple of bottles of water and some snacks she took from the fridge and counter. She felt... a little like a prepper, but she ignored that, sliding the flashlight into the cylindrical pouch with the magazines, and wheeled her new bike past her old one, which now looked sad and neglected... leaning up against the wall beside the door. "Don't look at me like that... you had a good run...! I'm... talking to my bike... wow, I must be bonkers..." she says shaking her head. There was only one more matter to deal with, which required her to grab at least two more items that caught her eye...
Outside, the red head looked around cautiously. The zombies in the park nearby were still eating the two cops, which, left her unable to check their corpses for magazines yet, less she tried out her theory now... but didn't want to risk it all for nothing just yet. Meanwhile...
"Unnnnnn hnnng-to you too, buddy..." She mocked the former human. He was still pinned between the SWAT vehicle and the taxi. He snarled and reached for her again, Saoirse, setting up her new bike for a quick escape, slowly approached the zombie with one of the two last minute items held firmly in her right hand...
She got close, with the machete, cringing as she could smell the foul odor from the man. He smelled like rotting fruit, garbage that had been left in the rain the night before drying out on a humid day... roadkill, name it, he stank!
Still, he was once, a coworker of her father's. Her brother's. He was once normal, before he felt like eating people. He didn't seem capable of communicating, and the realization he was more similar to the zombies from horror movies and arcade games were stark. He... was already dead. She was used to cutting into bodies... granted, they still weren't moving! "I'm sorry..." she whispered, glancing back to the zombies in the park before she looked back at the former human turned brainless monster. She raised the blade behind her shoulder in her right hand, holding it there slightly... aiming for the creature's neck... "I'm so sorry..." she repeated, and swung the heavy blade down and at an angle!
The lighter was getting hot in her hand, so she set it down on the counter, and looked about for a flashlight, finding one of those big old maglites in a package and cut it out, and slipped batteries from a nearby display in. "There we go, save some oil for my cigs." she hummed, grabbing the hot metal lighter and flicked her wrist, making the lid swing close. She slid it into her pocket, activating the light and began looking around. She saw the display for the bikes, and realized she could just take a new one and leave on that. Even though hers was broken in, she didn't feel like sitting here an hour or two in the dark, listening to the zombies with their late night munchies. She didn't want to be in this place alone for too long either! "Okay... upside... daize..!" She grunted, dropping the light as she lifted a mountain bike she wanted off the hook, her Trouble Makers bouncing as she stumbled back and almost fell over! "W-woah, shit man! Be steady....!" She half shouted, before setting the bike down, calming her girls and wiping her brow. "Phew... see? Not so hard..."
She picked up the light, her eyes fixated on the beam ahead of her. "Woah..."
Saoirse didn't really care for weapons, guns, etc... but given the state of the world outside? Yeah... she was a newfound believer in the second amendment!
She tried taking one of the rifles off the wall, but found herself being unable to. It was then, when trying to mess around with it, she saw the rifle on the counter behind her. It looked like it was in a state of being shipped. She saw a carry case not too far from it, spare magazines for it, and box of shot shells. She checked the huge container and the box beside it, shaking both. She hit the motherlode.
"Now... what do you take?" She asked the gun, not expecting a response as she lifted it. It was heavy... but lighter than she expected. She held it by the grip, the butt pressed against her hip as she then scanned the barrel for markings with the light.
"Browning A-Bolt "Stalker"...tsk, story of my life..." she rolled her eyes at the name, but found it curious that it took '00 12 Gauge'. She checked the weapon again, and sure enough, it was a bolt-action shotgun.
"Never knew they made one of these." Saoirse remarked, setting the weapon back down. "Well, I don't think I can get away with stuffing shells into my pants... I hate to say it, but I should have taken Cory's fanny pack..." she paused. "...no, no. I made the right call. Probably was full of peanut butter, without the jar." she scoffed, rolling her eyes as she realized she was talking to herself again...
After doing some digging, she found...
Another 20 shell count box of shot shells...
A 10 shell box of weird blue 12 gauge shells that were 'enhanced' by Kendo. She figured they could be useful, so she took them.
Two 50 round box of .223 Remington. She didn't have a weapon for it, but she knew her father had one in his truck which should be at the station. Â
Two 15 round boxes of 9x19mm. No magazines for any handgun save the Glock series and some other such brand. Nothing for the Beretta M9 which disappointed her. She could use a spare magazine or two. She did... have an idea though, where to find more...
And finally... a waist pack. It looked more sophisticated than Cory's, and it... wasn't as hideous as she imagined. But, she couldn't deny the pothead's logic, she did need more pockets:
She removed the excess from her new bike, bouncing it a couple times before applying the kickstand again. "Okay..." she breathed, and then turned to the supplies.
She left much of the bigger shotshell container behind, and most of the shotshells, save the weird blue ones, were free floating rather than neatly sitting inside a box, with two in each of her pockets to help free up some space. Saoirse was taking only what she could carry reliably on the bike. She had in total:
x69 Shot Shells, Buckshot
x10 Shot Shells, 'Enhanced'?
x100 .223 Remington Shells
x30 9x19mm Bullets
x 5 Flare Shells
Her waist pack sagged a little on her hip, but the belt kept it from going anywhere. It was new, and it had two pouches she could put her future handgun magazines in, and a large container for a bottle of water or anything cylindrical for that matter, but for now, it held the three spare and now loaded magazines. Each of the A-Bolt's mags held two rounds, and currently she loaded the shotgun with a full mag with one in the chamber. The weapon in general, jutted from her soft cover guitar case, happy to know it fit inside along with her guitar.
She also had a canteen attached to the belt, just in case, and also a couple of bottles of water and some snacks she took from the fridge and counter. She felt... a little like a prepper, but she ignored that, sliding the flashlight into the cylindrical pouch with the magazines, and wheeled her new bike past her old one, which now looked sad and neglected... leaning up against the wall beside the door. "Don't look at me like that... you had a good run...! I'm... talking to my bike... wow, I must be bonkers..." she says shaking her head. There was only one more matter to deal with, which required her to grab at least two more items that caught her eye...
Outside, the red head looked around cautiously. The zombies in the park nearby were still eating the two cops, which, left her unable to check their corpses for magazines yet, less she tried out her theory now... but didn't want to risk it all for nothing just yet. Meanwhile...
"Unnnnnn hnnng-to you too, buddy..." She mocked the former human. He was still pinned between the SWAT vehicle and the taxi. He snarled and reached for her again, Saoirse, setting up her new bike for a quick escape, slowly approached the zombie with one of the two last minute items held firmly in her right hand...
She got close, with the machete, cringing as she could smell the foul odor from the man. He smelled like rotting fruit, garbage that had been left in the rain the night before drying out on a humid day... roadkill, name it, he stank!
Still, he was once, a coworker of her father's. Her brother's. He was once normal, before he felt like eating people. He didn't seem capable of communicating, and the realization he was more similar to the zombies from horror movies and arcade games were stark. He... was already dead. She was used to cutting into bodies... granted, they still weren't moving! "I'm sorry..." she whispered, glancing back to the zombies in the park before she looked back at the former human turned brainless monster. She raised the blade behind her shoulder in her right hand, holding it there slightly... aiming for the creature's neck... "I'm so sorry..." she repeated, and swung the heavy blade down and at an angle!
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Join date : 2022-04-28
Character Profile
Character Type: Survivor
Condition: 'Freezing'
Current Condition HP (5/5) : (5/5)
Environment O2/Grip Strength (Depletes every turn): (16/20) Inventory: Inventory Type & Total Number or %Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)68x shot shells, 130x 9x19mm Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)4x Flare Gun Cartridges Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)3x Cigs, 1x bottles of water, 3x (100%, 50%, 50%) First Aid Spray Cans Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)Tactical Police Knife, Zippo lighter, apartment keys, work keys, 'Genesis Cell: O Negative' blood sample w/pocket freezer, 'Lucky' Bullet (9mm) Victims (B.O.W.) Current Ranged Magazine Counter (Self Edit): (12/15) Secondary Ranged Magazine Counter (Dual Wield/Secondary): (2/3)
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Re: Sam's Sporting Goods
by Random Mobs Wed May 04, 2022 5:24 am
The riot equipped Zombie turned its attention towards Saoirse, growling and moaning for her flesh as she raised the machete and plunged it down!
SHLLING!
The blade lodged into his neck, blood squirting from the wound, but not enough that it should have... really driving to the medically equipped Saoirse that this man wasn't truly alive anymore! But things turned worse, for the red head, as she was also short from severing the virus carrier's spinal cord! With her arm's in proximity, the man's left hand grabbed her arm! The fingers from the open fingered gloves caked in blood gripped her purple jacket tightly as he reached out for her with his other hand, his fingers finding their way onto her top! "UHHHNNN!!" the monster moaned, tugging on her blouse! Saoirse's tits flopping side to side, her purple satin bra becoming visible the more he stretched the fabric and she pulled back, a fight she was quickly losing. She was getting closer to him now, and he chomped the air in front of his face- blood stained teeth clacking.
SHLLING!
The blade lodged into his neck, blood squirting from the wound, but not enough that it should have... really driving to the medically equipped Saoirse that this man wasn't truly alive anymore! But things turned worse, for the red head, as she was also short from severing the virus carrier's spinal cord! With her arm's in proximity, the man's left hand grabbed her arm! The fingers from the open fingered gloves caked in blood gripped her purple jacket tightly as he reached out for her with his other hand, his fingers finding their way onto her top! "UHHHNNN!!" the monster moaned, tugging on her blouse! Saoirse's tits flopping side to side, her purple satin bra becoming visible the more he stretched the fabric and she pulled back, a fight she was quickly losing. She was getting closer to him now, and he chomped the air in front of his face- blood stained teeth clacking.
Random Mobs- Level 4 'Administration Staff'
- Posts : 101
Join date : 2018-11-15
Character Profile
Character Type: B.O.W.
Condition:
'Infected'
Current Condition HP (5/5) : (0/0)
Environment O2/Grip Strength (Depletes every turn): (0/0) Inventory: Inventory Type & Total Number or %Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)--- Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)--- Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)--- Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)--- Victims (B.O.W.)--- Current Ranged Magazine Counter (Self Edit): (0/0) Secondary Ranged Magazine Counter (Dual Wield/Secondary): (0/0)
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Re: Sam's Sporting Goods
by Saoirse O'Neil Wed May 04, 2022 5:42 am
Random Mobs wrote:The riot equipped Zombie turned its attention towards Saoirse, growling and moaning for her flesh as she raised the machete and plunged it down!
SHLLING!
The blade lodged into his neck, blood squirting from the wound, but not enough that it should have... really driving to the medically equipped Saoirse that this man wasn't truly alive anymore! But things turned worse, for the red head, as she was also short from severing the virus carrier's spinal cord! With her arm's in proximity, the man's left hand grabbed her arm! The fingers from the open fingered gloves caked in blood gripped her purple jacket tightly as he reached out for her with his other hand, his fingers finding their way onto her top! "UHHHNNN!!" the monster moaned, tugging on her blouse! Saoirse's tits flopping side to side, her purple satin bra becoming visible the more he stretched the fabric and she pulled back, a fight she was quickly losing. She was getting closer to him now, and he chomped the air in front of his face- blood stained teeth clacking.
(Falling Victim to the Ex-Neighbors RE2)
"AAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Saoirse's scream was so high pitched, she was surprised herself how high it sounded! She was like a banshee, wailing into the night, her voice carrying throughout the area as she struggled with the bastard cop! "AHGHH!!" She whined, trembling, trying to free the machete, her arm! But to no avail he had her her good hand pinned! Not only that, she felt his grubby hands touching her breasts, pulling her top, pulling her sweater muffins out, pulling her closer to it! "No!! No, not like this you fucking perv!" she screamed! Saoirse couldn't pull the blade out, it was lodged against his bone, maybe driven too deep but not enough to sever his spine? Either case, she had little time left to worry about the consequences, or she was going to get bit- or worse! She reached back with her left hand, fumbling for the gun tucked against her ass, shaking as she flipped the weapon around, yanked it out and brandished it! "Suck on this!" She spat.
There was nothing!
She froze, her eyes wide as she remembered the safety was on... but oddly, this pistol didn't have an ambidextrous safety?! Who the fuck agreed to that?! She mentally cried, and then, cleverly, used the gun to manipulate the man's riot shield face cover, pulling it down over his face before he could bite her body! Still, that didn't solve the issue she was having right now. He was still trying to bite her, still pulling her closer! Still, at least he couldn't bite her now.
She brought the gun to her right hand, letting go of the machete grip, flipping off the safety, and brought the handgun's barrel against the plexiglass shield... He snarled behind the glass, humid breath fogging up the visor...
She knew now, it was either him... or her. He, no... it was no longer human.
She glared intensely at it, pulling back the heavy double action trigger-
-PING!
Saoirse O'Neil- Level 6 'VIP All Access (Master Key)'
- Posts : 219
Join date : 2022-04-28
Character Profile
Character Type: Survivor
Condition: 'Freezing'
Current Condition HP (5/5) : (5/5)
Environment O2/Grip Strength (Depletes every turn): (16/20) Inventory: Inventory Type & Total Number or %Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)68x shot shells, 130x 9x19mm Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)4x Flare Gun Cartridges Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)3x Cigs, 1x bottles of water, 3x (100%, 50%, 50%) First Aid Spray Cans Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)Tactical Police Knife, Zippo lighter, apartment keys, work keys, 'Genesis Cell: O Negative' blood sample w/pocket freezer, 'Lucky' Bullet (9mm) Victims (B.O.W.) Current Ranged Magazine Counter (Self Edit): (12/15) Secondary Ranged Magazine Counter (Dual Wield/Secondary): (2/3)
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Re: Sam's Sporting Goods
by Random Mobs Wed May 04, 2022 5:58 am
Saoirse O'Neil wrote:Random Mobs wrote:The riot equipped Zombie turned its attention towards Saoirse, growling and moaning for her flesh as she raised the machete and plunged it down!
SHLLING!
The blade lodged into his neck, blood squirting from the wound, but not enough that it should have... really driving to the medically equipped Saoirse that this man wasn't truly alive anymore! But things turned worse, for the red head, as she was also short from severing the virus carrier's spinal cord! With her arm's in proximity, the man's left hand grabbed her arm! The fingers from the open fingered gloves caked in blood gripped her purple jacket tightly as he reached out for her with his other hand, his fingers finding their way onto her top! "UHHHNNN!!" the monster moaned, tugging on her blouse! Saoirse's tits flopping side to side, her purple satin bra becoming visible the more he stretched the fabric and she pulled back, a fight she was quickly losing. She was getting closer to him now, and he chomped the air in front of his face- blood stained teeth clacking.
(Falling Victim to the Ex-Neighbors RE2)
"AAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Saoirse's scream was so high pitched, she was surprised herself how high it sounded! She was like a banshee, wailing into the night, her voice carrying throughout the area as she struggled with the bastard cop! "AHGHH!!" She whined, trembling, trying to free the machete, her arm! But to no avail he had her her good hand pinned! Not only that, she felt his grubby hands touching her breasts, pulling her top, pulling her sweater muffins out, pulling her closer to it! "No!! No, not like this you fucking perv!" she screamed! Saoirse couldn't pull the blade out, it was lodged against his bone, maybe driven too deep but not enough to sever his spine? Either case, she had little time left to worry about the consequences, or she was going to get bit- or worse! She reached back with her left hand, fumbling for the gun tucked against her ass, shaking as she flipped the weapon around, yanked it out and brandished it! "Suck on this!" She spat.
There was nothing!
She froze, her eyes wide as she remembered the safety was on... but oddly, this pistol didn't have an ambidextrous safety?! Who the fuck agreed to that?! She mentally cried, and then, cleverly, used the gun to manipulate the man's riot shield face cover, pulling it down over his face before he could bite her body! Still, that didn't solve the issue she was having right now. He was still trying to bite her, still pulling her closer! Still, at least he couldn't bite her now.
She brought the gun to her right hand, letting go of the machete grip, flipping off the safety, and brought the handgun's barrel against the plexiglass shield... He snarled behind the glass, humid breath fogging up the visor...
She knew now, it was either him... or her. He, no... it was no longer human.
She glared intensely at it, pulling back the heavy double action trigger-
-PING!
The muzzle exploded with energy, showering her with plexiglass and some red mist as the bullet loaded in the SWAT Model Beretta 92 tore through the visor, entered the man's head through his right eye, splattering his brain all over the interior of the ballistic helmet, the bullet then pinged off the back and ricocheted back into its skull and bulging out the front of its other eye. The former officer twitched, and then slumped down as gore stained the plexiglass. His body immediately went limp, and he released his hold of the red haired girl!
H o w e v e r...!!
[Screaming Target re2]
Between Saoirse's screams and the gunshot, the zombies eating the two officers paused...
Slowly, the moaning, hungry horde pulled away from the corpses of the officers, shifting lucidly around on drunken legs... the fifteen or so zombies began their slow advance towards the young woman!
"Uhnnn... ooooh..."
"Euuugh... ruaaagh...."
"Ooooohh...."
"Uhhneghhh...ugnnhnnnehhh...."
The chorus of moans and wails drew more to the cause. From alley ways, side streets, bushes... more zombies were turning up!
Random Mobs- Level 4 'Administration Staff'
- Posts : 101
Join date : 2018-11-15
Character Profile
Character Type: B.O.W.
Condition: 'Infected'
Current Condition HP (5/5) : (0/0)
Environment O2/Grip Strength (Depletes every turn): (0/0) Inventory: Inventory Type & Total Number or %Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)--- Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)--- Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)--- Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)--- Victims (B.O.W.)--- Current Ranged Magazine Counter (Self Edit): (0/0) Secondary Ranged Magazine Counter (Dual Wield/Secondary): (0/0)
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HOHOHO I've got a...
by Saoirse O'Neil Wed May 04, 2022 6:21 am
Random Mobs wrote:
The muzzle exploded with energy, showering her with plexiglass and some red mist as the bullet loaded in the SWAT Model Beretta 92 tore through the visor, entered the man's head through his right eye, splattering his brain all over the interior of the ballistic helmet, the bullet then pinged off the back and ricocheted back into its skull and bulging out the front of its other eye. The former officer twitched, and then slumped down as gore stained the plexiglass. His body immediately went limp, and he released his hold of the red haired girl!
Saoirse panted heavily, green eyes welled with tears that rolled down her freckled pale cheeks. She wore a grimace on her face, trying not to sob at how fucking terrifying an experience this was! She trembled, her breasts rising and falling from her labored breath and from the hand which finally relinquished her crop top's low scoop, snapping it back against her large jiggly puffs. "Hah...hah...ha..!" She panted, and watched the creature fall forwards... dead. Again.
"Fucking... hell." she breathed, her voice returning, wiping her eyes with the edges of her sleeve. "That was...way too close for comfort, Jesus-" she began, when she heard moaning to her right-
Random Mobs wrote:
H o w e v e r...!!
[Screaming Target re2]
Between Saoirse's screams and the gunshot, the zombies eating the two officers paused...
Slowly, the moaning, hungry horde pulled away from the corpses of the officers, shifting lucidly around on drunken legs... the fifteen or so zombies began their slow advance towards the young woman!
"Uhnnn... ooooh..."
"Euuugh... ruaaagh...."
"Ooooohh...."
"Uhhneghhh...ugnnhnnnehhh...."
The chorus of moans and wails drew more to the cause. From alley ways, side streets, bushes... more zombies were turning up!
Saoirse's emerald gaze pin pricked, her face contorting from relief back to fear!
"-CHRIST!!" she screamed her sentence! She didn't have time, they were slow, thankfully, but not slow enough! She stuffed the Beretta behind her waistband again, hissing as the hot barrel rubbed against her ass cheek, but endured it as she yanked out the other, last minute item from her waistpack:
It worked in Jurassic Park... not that this or that have anything in common...! She thought, shrugging as she lifted the Flare, thumbed back the hammer and aimed for a cluster of the zombies, round about and then fired!
PLAP!
A bright red light emitted from the barrel of the gun, launching towards the cluster of zombies quickly like a rocket. The burning shell bounced off a zombie's chest, rolling about in the grass wildly!
She didn't check to see if it worked, simply tipping the barrel down, swung the spent shell befor loading another flare for later, snapping the barrel back into place and then stuffing it back into her waist pack. She didn't have the time she wanted, so she quickly pushed the Swat officer's body back, to get a better look at his belt. He had several magazine pouches, and all of them loaded as she had thought! She fumbled with the pouches, pulling back the button flaps of each side pack and yanked out a sleek M92F magazine! Knew it! But gotta take what I can get, before these lame brains get up to me and turn me into dessert! Perish the thought, she quickly began relieving the dead officer of his magazines, tossing them into the open waist pack, and then noticed...
It was just sitting there, between the Taxi and the brick wall of Sam's Sporting Goods. From the angle, it seemed Officer Temple (as she noticed his name on the RPD combat vest) jumped out the back of the SWAT van at the wrong time then got slammed by the taxi... and then let go of that bad boy leaning against the wall! It was almost out of sight unless you were leaning in the position she was!
"Holy shit, is that a machinegun?!" Sersh gasped, sounding somewhat excited, and also surprised! She didn't know if she could take it with her, but... maybe she had the time to press her luck and find out...? They...were kinda slow...
Saoirse O'Neil- Level 6 'VIP All Access (Master Key)'
- Posts : 219
Join date : 2022-04-28
Character Profile
Character Type: Survivor
Condition: 'Freezing'
Current Condition HP (5/5) : (5/5)
Environment O2/Grip Strength (Depletes every turn): (16/20) Inventory: Inventory Type & Total Number or %Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)68x shot shells, 130x 9x19mm Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)4x Flare Gun Cartridges Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)3x Cigs, 1x bottles of water, 3x (100%, 50%, 50%) First Aid Spray Cans Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)Tactical Police Knife, Zippo lighter, apartment keys, work keys, 'Genesis Cell: O Negative' blood sample w/pocket freezer, 'Lucky' Bullet (9mm) Victims (B.O.W.) Current Ranged Magazine Counter (Self Edit): (12/15) Secondary Ranged Magazine Counter (Dual Wield/Secondary): (2/3)
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Re: Sam's Sporting Goods
by Random Mobs Wed May 04, 2022 6:35 am
Saoirse O'Neil wrote:Random Mobs wrote:
The muzzle exploded with energy, showering her with plexiglass and some red mist as the bullet loaded in the SWAT Model Beretta 92 tore through the visor, entered the man's head through his right eye, splattering his brain all over the interior of the ballistic helmet, the bullet then pinged off the back and ricocheted back into its skull and bulging out the front of its other eye. The former officer twitched, and then slumped down as gore stained the plexiglass. His body immediately went limp, and he released his hold of the red haired girl!
Saoirse panted heavily, green eyes welled with tears that rolled down her freckled pale cheeks. She wore a grimace on her face, trying not to sob at how fucking terrifying an experience this was! She trembled, her breasts rising and falling from her labored breath and from the hand which finally relinquished her crop top's low scoop, snapping it back against her large jiggly puffs. "Hah...hah...ha..!" She panted, and watched the creature fall forwards... dead. Again.
"Fucking... hell." she breathed, her voice returning, wiping her eyes with the edges of her sleeve. "That was...way too close for comfort, Jesus-" she began, when she heard moaning to her right-Random Mobs wrote:
H o w e v e r...!!
[Screaming Target re2]
Between Saoirse's screams and the gunshot, the zombies eating the two officers paused...
Slowly, the moaning, hungry horde pulled away from the corpses of the officers, shifting lucidly around on drunken legs... the fifteen or so zombies began their slow advance towards the young woman!
"Uhnnn... ooooh..."
"Euuugh... ruaaagh...."
"Ooooohh...."
"Uhhneghhh...ugnnhnnnehhh...."
The chorus of moans and wails drew more to the cause. From alley ways, side streets, bushes... more zombies were turning up!
Saoirse's emerald gaze pin pricked, her face contorting from relief back to fear!
"-CHRIST!!" she screamed her sentence! She didn't have time, they were slow, thankfully, but not slow enough! She stuffed the Beretta behind her waistband again, hissing as the hot barrel rubbed against her ass cheek, but endured it as she yanked out the other, last minute item from her waistpack:
It worked in Jurassic Park... not that this or that have anything in common...! She thought, shrugging as she lifted the Flare, thumbed back the hammer and aimed for a cluster of the zombies, round about and then fired!
PLAP!
A bright red light emitted from the barrel of the gun, launching towards the cluster of zombies quickly like a rocket. The burning shell bounced off a zombie's chest, rolling about in the grass wildly!
She didn't check to see if it worked, simply tipping the barrel down, swung the spent shell befor loading another flare for later, snapping the barrel back into place and then stuffing it back into her waist pack. She didn't have the time she wanted, so she quickly pushed the Swat officer's body back, to get a better look at his belt. He had several magazine pouches, and all of them loaded as she had thought! She fumbled with the pouches, pulling back the button flaps of each side pack and yanked out a sleek M92F magazine! Knew it! But gotta take what I can get, before these lame brains get up to me and turn me into dessert! Perish the thought, she quickly began relieving the dead officer of his magazines, tossing them into the open waist pack, and then noticed...
It was just sitting there, between the Taxi and the brick wall of Sam's Sporting Goods. From the angle, it seemed Officer Temple (as she noticed his name on the RPD combat vest) jumped out the back of the SWAT van at the wrong time then got slammed by the taxi... and then let go of that bad boy leaning against the wall! It was almost out of sight unless you were leaning in the position she was!
"Holy shit, is that a machinegun?!" Sersh gasped, sounding somewhat excited, and also surprised! She didn't know if she could take it with her, but... maybe she had the time to press her luck and find out...? They...were kinda slow...
Slow as they were, they WERE getting closer!
She had a choice... either to linger a little longer, and attempt to grab the valuable H&K MP5A3, or not be too greedy, and be able to plan and strategize a safe escape from the Uptown Park! She didn't have time to decide, as they'd be on her within a few moments...
Thankfully, her flare distract some of the zombies, but only those immediately in front of the burning shell. Flames began to spread across the grass, across several of the zombies caught in the flames or who had been hit directly by the bouncing flare. The flames did little other than make them appear more intimidating as flames crawled up their clothes, boiled their flesh, covered their bodies!
They would drop once the heat and flames cooked their brains, but they didn't feel pain... not like they once did. The only real pain, was the hunger... and thirst for blood rich meat, any where it could be obtained, and that happened to be the young red head, wiggling her ass as she tried to reach over and grab hold of the hidden SMG....
Random Mobs- Level 4 'Administration Staff'
- Posts : 101
Join date : 2018-11-15
Character Profile
Character Type: B.O.W.
Condition: 'Infected'
Current Condition HP (5/5) : (0/0)
Environment O2/Grip Strength (Depletes every turn): (0/0) Inventory: Inventory Type & Total Number or %Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)--- Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)--- Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)--- Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)--- Victims (B.O.W.)--- Current Ranged Magazine Counter (Self Edit): (0/0) Secondary Ranged Magazine Counter (Dual Wield/Secondary): (0/0)
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Re: Sam's Sporting Goods
by Saoirse O'Neil Wed May 04, 2022 6:58 am
"C'mon... c'mon...!" She grunted, leaning over the taxi, dead zombie... or corpse now she supposed? to her right, her left breast flattened against the hood of the yellow cab, her left arm reaching out for the weapon...!
She could hear the hoard grow closer... and then something else. The rational part of her brain. What the hell are you going to do with a machinegun anyway? You don't know how to use it, let alone reload it. Where am I gonna be able to carry it? I'm topped off as is with this guitar on my back yet! And shit, by the time I pull this fucker up, what? Will I have enough time to figure everything else out before I'm eaten alive...?!
She stopped what she was doing, and slid her stomach off the taxi cab's hood! "FUCK!" She spat out of frustration, the Red head knew it was just... not the time. I'll remember where it is, in case I need to come back for it... even if it's gone by the time I'm back, it won't be from my cold dead hands! She thought, gulping as she saw the size of the horde approaching her! Some were on fire, like the park...woah, the park is on fire! Shit!
She turned her attention to her new bike, running to it and kicking up the kickstand. She adjusted her top, the shoulder strap for her guitar case which now ran diagonally across her back, the strap caught between her large chest, showing off their fullness and curvature. Fuck man, this city really has gone to hell... She thought, pedaling, the bike kicking off as she rode straight, cutting into the park towards her left as she saw the group of zombies coming up River Ave in front of her! "SHIT!" She spat, pedalling harder! Had she remained to keep the smg? She'd have had to deal with a bigger horde than she had previously anticipated! Shit, shit shit! This is not good... fuck, think, think Sersh, think!
She dodged the swaying hands of a few scarce zombies as she cut through the park, riding north up River Ave... and towards familiar ground again. The pedestrian bridge! Euston Street Bridge! That should work, I take that all the time going to Uni! All I have to do is cross, lose these fuckers, then make my way down... shit, seven or so blocks... well its no way a short cut, but I can take West River Ave Bridge back over and I'll be even closer to the precinct! Heh, hold on Dad... I'm coming... I'm coming!! She mentally screamed, and pedaled like the devil was inside her.
(to here)
She could hear the hoard grow closer... and then something else. The rational part of her brain. What the hell are you going to do with a machinegun anyway? You don't know how to use it, let alone reload it. Where am I gonna be able to carry it? I'm topped off as is with this guitar on my back yet! And shit, by the time I pull this fucker up, what? Will I have enough time to figure everything else out before I'm eaten alive...?!
She stopped what she was doing, and slid her stomach off the taxi cab's hood! "FUCK!" She spat out of frustration, the Red head knew it was just... not the time. I'll remember where it is, in case I need to come back for it... even if it's gone by the time I'm back, it won't be from my cold dead hands! She thought, gulping as she saw the size of the horde approaching her! Some were on fire, like the park...woah, the park is on fire! Shit!
She turned her attention to her new bike, running to it and kicking up the kickstand. She adjusted her top, the shoulder strap for her guitar case which now ran diagonally across her back, the strap caught between her large chest, showing off their fullness and curvature. Fuck man, this city really has gone to hell... She thought, pedaling, the bike kicking off as she rode straight, cutting into the park towards her left as she saw the group of zombies coming up River Ave in front of her! "SHIT!" She spat, pedalling harder! Had she remained to keep the smg? She'd have had to deal with a bigger horde than she had previously anticipated! Shit, shit shit! This is not good... fuck, think, think Sersh, think!
She dodged the swaying hands of a few scarce zombies as she cut through the park, riding north up River Ave... and towards familiar ground again. The pedestrian bridge! Euston Street Bridge! That should work, I take that all the time going to Uni! All I have to do is cross, lose these fuckers, then make my way down... shit, seven or so blocks... well its no way a short cut, but I can take West River Ave Bridge back over and I'll be even closer to the precinct! Heh, hold on Dad... I'm coming... I'm coming!! She mentally screamed, and pedaled like the devil was inside her.
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Saoirse O'Neil- Level 6 'VIP All Access (Master Key)'
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Join date : 2022-04-28
Character Profile
Character Type: Survivor
Condition: 'Freezing'
Current Condition HP (5/5) : (5/5)
Environment O2/Grip Strength (Depletes every turn): (16/20) Inventory: Inventory Type & Total Number or %Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)68x shot shells, 130x 9x19mm Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)4x Flare Gun Cartridges Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)3x Cigs, 1x bottles of water, 3x (100%, 50%, 50%) First Aid Spray Cans Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)Tactical Police Knife, Zippo lighter, apartment keys, work keys, 'Genesis Cell: O Negative' blood sample w/pocket freezer, 'Lucky' Bullet (9mm) Victims (B.O.W.) Current Ranged Magazine Counter (Self Edit): (12/15) Secondary Ranged Magazine Counter (Dual Wield/Secondary): (2/3)
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