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Post by Zeno on Apr 12, 2010 17:36:49 GMT -7
"Something's wrong." Mike sighed at that as he stood up, shoving the bottle into his backpack.
"Why can't silence mean just that? Silence?" he asked himself as he started moving towards the center of the roof. He heard creaking and spun around, upholstering one of his .44's. There, climbing up the drain pipe, his head poking up by the edge of the roof, was a zombie, his jaw slack as he let out a wheezing groan.
"Oh, great..." Mike muttered as he fired, hitting the zombie in the forehead. "They climb now..." However, something unexpected happened. The zombie didn't fall... Its head just jerked back, and he then proceeded to climb up on the roof. "Oh, crap... Joe! This guy isn't dying!"
He upholstered his other revolver and fired off three more rounds into the zombie's head, but he didn't stop. Noticing that the zombie was wearing an army uniform, he gulped. "You think this might be one of those Origin zombies Steele warned us about?"
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 12, 2010 17:46:37 GMT -7
Joe took aim and fired a thirty-odd round into the chest of the zombie, the uniform taking a hole. Joe could see the hole healing at a frightening rate. Joe's eyes widened in fear, his finger pulling the trigger four more times. No effect.
"Shit shit shit!" Joe repeated, firing four more rounds into the zombie.
"You think this might be one of those Origin zombies Steele warned us about?"
Joe stepped back a bit. "I think so." Joe said, his head racing. "Oh, what I wouldn't give for a heavy machine gun right now." Joe kept firing until his clip ran empty. Still nothing. The Origin kept climbing. He released the clip, catching it and stuffing it in a pocket. He reached into another pocket for a new clip. He slammed it into the receiver of his rifle. Joe looked over at Mike.
"I think this would be a good time to retreat, don't ya think?" Joe asked. He stepped back some more, keeping his gun trained on the Origin of the plague.
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Post by Zeno on Apr 12, 2010 18:00:24 GMT -7
"I think this would be a good time to retreat, don't ya think?"
Mike was way ahead of him, having already sprinted off toward the edge of the roof, leaping off it and clearing the 8-foot gap between the roof and another building. He landed in a roll, and kept running, not even looking back.
"What were the odds of running into this guy?!" he yelled, but he didn't even know if Joe was behind him, or if he'd already been decapitated by the Origin zombie.
He roof-hopped several times, not stopping even once, until he cleared a street-wide gap, landing on the roof of a mall and dampening the force of the landing with a roll. He was pretty damn sure that the zombie couldn't jump a gap like that, so he dared to take a small breather.
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 12, 2010 18:09:46 GMT -7
Joe looked back, and saw Mike running. "Goddammit." Joe said. He ran to the edge of the building and jumped over the gap. He ran once he landed, following Mike across roof tops. He jumped one more time, nearly falling down the gap. He grabbed the edge of the building, and climbed up. He sucked in deep breaths once he was safely on the roof of the building.
He looked over at Mike, who was bent over, gasping for breath. He walked over to Mike and took out his water bottle. He lowered his mask and took a swig of water.
"Gee, Mike, thanks for leaving me with the flesh eater. You're the best." Joe said sarcastically, his breathing returning to normal. He took another swig of water.
"And about those odds... I don't even want to think about the fucking odds." Joe offered his water to Mike, who looked like he could use it.
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Post by Zeno on Apr 13, 2010 6:15:26 GMT -7
"Gee, Mike, thanks for leaving me with the flesh eater. You're the best."
Mike nodded. "You're welcome. Look on the bright side. I could've pushed you toward the zombie and used you as a meat shield, but I didn't."
He took the offered water bottle and took a swig, before giving it back. "Man, we just wasted plenty of ammo on a zombie that wouldn't even go down..."
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2010 16:10:41 GMT -7
Joe looked back at where the zombie was supposed to be. It wasn't there. This should have been a good sign, but the bookworm was worried. The Origin should have been somewhere in sight, but it wasn't. It couldn't just disappear. It should have been in sight, but it wasn't. Why the hell wasn't it in sight?! Unless...
"I don't think we're out of the woods yet, Mike." Joe said as he slung his rifle over his shoulder. He pulled out a Glock and looked around.
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Post by Zeno on Apr 13, 2010 16:26:17 GMT -7
"I don't think we're out of the woods yet, Mike.""Don't worry," Mike said as he stretched. "I know for a fact that not even Origin zombies know how to jump yet." He glanced down at the gun in Joe's hand. "What's with that? You know it's not gonna stop the bastard." He walked towards the edge of the roof they were on and looked down. He could jump down from there. Nodding, he glanced at Joe. "Come on, let's try to find some mode of transportation," he said as he jumped down, landing in a roll to ease the landing. As he stood up, he looked around, and immediately noticed something that made him grin. A 2009 Yamaha YZF-R6 was parked across the street, looking like it hadn't even been driven before. "This is just too good to be true," Mike whispered as he walked up to the bike. The keys were in the ignition, and the bike was ready to be taken for a spin. Upon closer inspection, Mike noticed blood on the ground, leading into a neaby alley. Obviously, the rider had been killed before he could start the bike. "Found some transportation!" he called to Joe as he got on the bike, turning the key and starting the bike, smiling to himself as he heard it start.
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2010 16:43:09 GMT -7
Joe looked over at Mike, who was on the bike. Smiling slightly, he jumped down from the building, rolling to soften the impact. He got up and walked over to the bike Mike was seated on. "A bike? Really?" Joe asked, looking at the motorcycle. Sure, it was one of the newer models back from before the Outbreak, but it was one of the louder models as well. The noise would attract almost every zombie around for miles, especially the Origin. "I don't think that's a good idea, Mike. This is practically like asking the undead to have us for dinner." Joe said, still looking around. He saw something that caught his eye. Something that would make his day. "Alright... You can have the bike. But I'll take that marvelous monster over there." Joe said, pointing over at an old yellow and blue 1982 Jeep J-10 Honcho nearby. He always was a fan of the movie Twister. Attachments:
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Post by Zeno on Apr 13, 2010 16:52:28 GMT -7
Mike revved the bike, the noise of it reverberating through the empty neighborhood. He grinned as he glanced at Joe. "You're right, this is loud!" he yelled, seeing a zombie come out of the alley behind him, dressed in an orange leather biker's outfit. Obviously, the owner of the bike.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Mike upholstered one of his .44's and took aim. "I'm taking your bike, Johnny!" he said as he fired, blowing the zombie's brains out. He revved the bike again, seeing zombies come out of alleys and buildings all around them, including the nasty Origin fellow.
"Company!" Mike yelled as he braked and his the gas, the back tire squeling as smoke started rising from it. "Let's go!" With that, he took off at high speed, charging down the street with a huge grin on his face.
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2010 17:19:56 GMT -7
"Let's go!"
Joe was already ahead of him, starting up the Jeep. He stomped on the gas pedal and didn't let up, causing the truck's tires to smoke for a moment before he shot off. He ran over various zombies, following Mike on his bike, and avoiding the Origin zombie. Joe's grin could match that of the Chershire cat, so large he was laughing like a mad man... or, to be accurate, laughing like Mike whenever he found something shiny.
Joe whooped as he followed Mike closely, his Jeep bumping up and down with each zombie he mowed down.
"I love this thing!" Joe said as the J-10 roared. He switched the lights on as he saw the sun setting. He pulled out his radio.
"Mike, it's getting dark. Switch on your lights so I don't run your ass over." Joe said before he placed the radio in the seat beside him.
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Post by Zeno on Apr 13, 2010 17:31:17 GMT -7
"Mike, it's getting dark. Switch on your lights so I don't run your ass over."
Mike grinned as he saw a zombie crawling towards him way ahead of him. He turned on the lights on the bike and spoke, "Captain Solo, this is Skywalker, I copy. Lights are on, and target has been sighted. I'ma gonna blow me up a Death Star!"
With that, he took out his shotgun and aimed at the zombie. Just as he passed him, when he and the zombie were side-to-side, he pulled the trigger, making a rather nice Picasso on the ground with the zombie's brains.
"Captain Solo, this is Skywalker. The Force is with us, and the Death Star is blown! Let's haul ass outta here!"
As they drove, Mike, however, quickly got bored, and slowed down, pulling up next to the jeep. "Got room for me in the Falcon?" he asked as he put his feet on the seat of the bike, and then leaped off, into the passenger seat of the jeep. "As fun as a bike is, I get lonely."
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2010 18:15:11 GMT -7
Joe looked over at his now occupied passenger seat with a raised eyebrow. He returned his attention to the road ahead of them.
"A Star Wars reference? Really?" Joe asked, a slight smile on his face. He shook his head slightly, laughing. He looked around the truck's interior before he turned on the radio. Static. He turned it to a different channel. Static once again. He turned the knob a third time, and there was something... different. There was a voice, unclear, but it was definitely a voice.
Soon, it was heard clearly, and, for once, it wasn't screaming, or a zombie groaning, or a recorded message saying to evacuate a certain area. Joe could hear it as a live human on the radio. He raised an eyebrow in interest as he turned up the volume.
"Yo, this is D.C. Zombie Radio, the Capitol's one and only human radio station! This is Cat Nine telling you to stay alive out there, survivors! And if you're hearing this, you'll know where Congress meets. You can find me here during the day, but it's the night that you'll never catch me! Hahaha! Currently, the Mall is as empty as it can be. You can find refuge in the Smithsonian Museum of History, the Museum of Aviation, and for those lone snipers out there, the Washington Monument! This is Cat Nine, saying good night to all those Children of the Apocalypse! Hope to see you in the morning!"
After the DJ's little rant, the radio turned to static once more. Joe looked at Mike.
"He was a bit too enthusiastic, wasn't he?"
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Post by Zeno on Apr 13, 2010 18:29:45 GMT -7
"A Star Wars reference? Really?"
Mike shrugged. "A bit silly, I know, but it was funny," he said as he smiled at Joe, taking off his gas mask. You know what I think of funny."
He listened to the radio with a raised eyebrow, a smile appearing on his face again as he listened to Cat Nine. Then, it turned to static, and Joe turned to him.
"He was a bit too enthusiastic, wasn't he?"
"Hey, you gotta love what you do, right?" Mike asked with a shrug as he started turning the dial on the radio. "Let's see if anything else is on..."
"WHAT'S UP, DC?!" Mike jerked back at the voice, sounding like some rockstar. "This is Kid Killer McGee, here at ANTTR, Apocalypse Today, Yesterday and Tomorrow Radio! It's such a beautiful night tonight! Zombies groaning, people screaming, just another night in DC, right? It's 9pm, and as usual, we're looking for survivors who has a status report for us, seeing as I'm currently dug in deep in my bunker like an Alabama tic, and I'm not coming out! Our frequency is 666.66! Give us a call! For now, listen to the sweet, sweet lyrics of Marylin Manson with Sweet Dreams!"
Mike shrugged and set the frequency on his radio on 666.66. "Calling KK McGee, do you copy, over?"
"This is KK McGee, caller. Whose calling, over?"
"KK McGee, this is Shiny and the Bookworm with a status report for ya. Zombies are crowding around the mall, and an Origin zombie, unkillable with fast healing, is roaming the city. Thought you might wanna let the people know, over."
"Copy that, Shiny, I'll let all the good folks out there know. Thanks for calling. This is KK McGee, over and out!"
Mike turned to Joe. "At least now some will be warned."
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2010 18:49:14 GMT -7
Joe nodded solemnly as he drove.
"You think we should bunker down somewhere for a night? We can't really keep driving all night." Joe said as he looked around. They needed a place with a garage to hide the truck. Perhaps a gas station, or a house in the suburbs. He took off his goggles and gas mask, as the air was getting a bit stale. Joe looked at the radio again, wondering if there were other radio stations for survivors. He turned the knob a few times, getting a couple recordings, a few automated radio channels, until he just gave up. He sighed.
"Nothing else. You think there's anyone else out there, out in DC? Other than Nine and McGee, I mean." Joe asked as he looked around for a place to sleep for the night.
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Post by Zeno on Apr 13, 2010 19:10:30 GMT -7
"You think we should bunker down somewhere for a night? We can't really keep driving all night."
Mike nodded as he rummaged through his backpack, raking out the bottle of rum and opening it, chugging it down. "Yeah, I know I'm tired as a fils de pute right now."
If anything, he could always use his vast supply of languages to curse. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply.
"Nothing else. You think there's anyone else out there, out in DC? Other than Nine and McGee, I mean."
"You mean, besides us?" Mike asked, before shrugging. "I dunno, man. This place seems rather, pardon the pun, dead."
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