YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE...MAYBE TWICE!
Broken Streetlights (RP Room)
The city is near void of life now, infested with the undead who are either dispersing or hunting down what ever survivors have holed up long enough. Outside of the city are a couple of abandoned Rescue Sites, and one military base outside of the city half a mile away, all infested with zombies. A survivor camp quite a bit away has its own area set up. A community of fourteen males, eight females, nine children and two of the elderly. They have resources and have taken control of a farm, having the resources to keep their plants growing. Note: If you so much as look infected they will open fire, but this will only occur at night, as they have scopes for the day to help identify people.
Inside the city safe houses are scattered around by people who either had to much time on their hands, were already prepared for this whole thing or subjected themselves to long amounts of L4D games before making one of their own the moment they heard about the infection. These are stockpiled with basic legal weaponry such as hand guns, hunting shotguns, hunting rifles and a few other things. Food is also stocked, as well as a ham radio in most and a television in all, though other than re-runs of old shows, a few news broadcasting sites, and CDC health hazard warnings that will forever be on replay until someone shuts it off, nothing interesting or helpful is on.
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Permalink Reply by Luc on
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"Mm. Food that is actually food. I hope its tastey." just about anything would be for him. He glanced back at his car, thinking about it for a moment. What he had in it. Some wood he used for fires. Water. Gas. None of which he had to live with, he didn;t mind leaving it there. Not that there was a big chance of that. By the number of guards, he guessed not many got pretty close. Well. Not many that would look like thay would steal something. Or so he hoped. He snapped from his thoughts and walked alongside Dom. His mussles nice and relaxed as he followed Dom to the mess hall. "Dom. Nice name. Nice place." He ran his eyes over the numberous troops that where eyeing him, then the tents and buildings before taking his sunglasses off and hooking them on the collar of his undershirt. "And commmander. Nice big thing you have goin'. But odd name, to be honest. Why are you called Stalkers?" He looked to Dom curiously, not much paying attention to where he was going, but managing to avoid anythign that would obviously be in his way.
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Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on
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Dom lead him into the mess hall, grabbing two cheese burgers and some fries on the side, the fast food boy knowing how to make them just right to the golden brown before laying out the sea salt over them. He tanked Mattias and took the food as well as a couple of bottles of Dr. Pepper, going off to an open table with Luc before sitting down with him.
He decided to go with the question before saying anything else, "We call ourselves Stalkers because we hunt our prey with skill and effectiveness. We are the last thing you never see, and we like it that way. You can think of us as paramilitary, you can think of us as raiders, but in truth we are our own society. Our own government, expanded upon several states and securing territories and survivors to our cause. If you want a more lame explanation, its because we enjoy the term and it was used since the group's founding where we would hunt down our targets at the night like a stalker."
He took a bite of his burger, the juices rising from the meat before soaking back into it at the bun. He wasn't one for grease, that's why the juice wasn't grease, but rather it being the content of the meat itself coming out. With a soft sigh he swallowed down the bite and nodded to Luc, "Anyways, what brings you here? My men have been watching you for a couple of days and figured it would lead you here, so generally we are curious about survivors that aren't raiders."
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Luc nods slowly, looking over the various foods and breathing in their scent. He smiled again turning partially to show that he was listening to Dom and his explination. "I like the first one more. Very creative, it is. And I like it." He slid into a seat across from Dom and took one of the burgers, staring at it a moemnt before he took a bite, and enjoyed the taste more then he would of thought he could enjoy a simple food. He wasn't all that hungry. Having had his meal not but a couple hours ago. But after eating that paste for so long, hed eat a burger even though it would cost his stomach to explode. But at Doms question he set his burger down and wiped the juces off the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, mulling over what he should say to Dom. "A couple of days. Thats a lot longer then I would have thought." He looked to the side at a group of soldiers before looking back to Dom. "Why would your men be watching me?" The very idea of it made him feel like he was being hunted for a reason he had no idea about. Like Dom said. Stalkers where their own government.
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"Combat effectiveness, threat levels, game. You didn't show anything that would deem to much of a threat, and you don't seem like something that could be used as game. You have mild combat effectiveness, though I think a gun would be a better choice than a sword." He took another bite of his burger before taking a few fries and downing them. He loved it when he got burgers and fries, which generally were only once a month or so, depending on how well the livestock was kept and how raids went into other territories. After a bit he looked to Luc, taking a sip of his Dr. Pepper, "Of course, we also figured you might be useful as long as you don't have any unstable mental issues that would deem you unfit for combat. I can't have you murdering my boys out there on the field. Not saying I'd lock you up or anything, and that I'd leave you out in the blue without any extra supplies since you seem so in love with that burger. Just that I like to keep my men alive, and if I find any casualties that could have been prevented you can bet I'll put down the fucker who let it happen." This was all said with a straight face and he took a bite of his burger, licking the juices that ran down his finger before wiping his hands off with a napkin.
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He took a large bite of the burger, chewing it down and savoring it before swollowing and clearing his throat. "I suppose that would be a fair reason. But all of that.." He remembered killing the man, he hadn't really seen it wrong at the time, but if he had, he would not have done it would he. He only fully understood about it now, because he had been givin councoling for it. "To tell the truth, I was labeled 'Insane' I guess I still would be. But not on the level that I was. Or it would be worse now." He let his eyes clearly dart to the troops to indicate them. "People. In general. Where hard to be around. I'm what you'd call 'Stable' Right now, or I wouldn't be able to talk to you, would I?" He flinched slightly at his own tone, and gave an apotogetic look to Dom as he returned to his burger, chowing down on it until it was gone, then grabbing one of the couple of Dr.Peppers. That, he knew, would be a real treat. Better then the Coors. He was a big Dr.P fan. He grinned as he took the top off it. "Trust me Dom, I'm a doctor." He chuckled and took a drink blissfully.
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Dom nodded, finishing up his burger quickly before taking a nice full swig of his Dr.Pepper, "Alright, I believe you, but I'd like to make sure you don't go around and shoot my men. I'll keep you on watch for a little as a trial measure, but if you prove useful I'd like for you to join me and my Stalkers. Well... As long as you carry a rifle, that is. I like my troops to carry guns because out here we don't just kill zombies and raiders, we kill what ever's a threat." He stood up, taking his Dr.Pepper and tray, heading off towards the trash as he continued to speak to Luc, "Things are changing around here, and unfortunately I don't know if its for the best of for worse. I guess time will tell." He chugged down his soda, throwing the can into the recycling bin before setting down the trays, returning to Luc, "But we are going to need all the help we can get, no matter which way we go."
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He bursts out laughing. "Of course I can hold a rifle. I was in the military for years. And I'd be glad to help you out with things." He finished off his Dr.Pepper and placed it in the recycleing bin. "I just don't want to be placed with all the grunts, Dom. Would you understand that?" He swirled his touge around his mouth, liking the taste the food had left in his mouth. Way. Better. Then paste. Thinking about that, he reached in his pockets and took out three tubes of the stuff, chucking them and showing Dom one. "Eating that shit for I dont even know how long is the pitts. Anby food would be better then it. He tossed the last one in the trash. Then reached back and thumped the hilt of his sword. "I can keep theese and carry a rifle, if thats alright with you." He nodded once to himself. Not really wanting to part with the swords he had grown so attached to over the time of his freedom. His constant companion.
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Dom nodded a little and picked up a rifle resting against the wall, tossing it over to Luc, "That's your new rifle." He smirked a little before catching the tubes, eyeing them for a second before looking to Luc, "This is a mix between glue and grease... And... Cheese." He looked at the containers before slipping them into a pouch on his back before smirking a little, giving a laugh, "Sorry, but that's pretty damn funny."
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He cought the rifle, testing its weight with nothing but a raw sense of familiarity. He smiled to hismefl before once again, taking in a shocked expression at what he had been living on. "Its what?" He digs a tube out of the garbac=ge can and stares at it. In all his time with the damned things, he had never once actually looked at the labels. How ironic. He snorts and tosses it back. "Damn. I never knew somone could... live on that." He scratched the back of his neck gently before looking at Dom. "Am I to stay here, Dom? Is it safe for me to call you a friend?"
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Dom looked back and Luc and put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Luc, you are to stay here, but you are not to call me a friend. You are to call me a brother." He smirked, giving a small nod to Luc before releasing his shoulder, "Come on, lets go get you to a tent. You can share the one with me and the rest of the Vets." He walked off towards his tent, it being in it's own corner of the base, all organized perfectly to be open in the middle for people to crowd around a fire and play guitar or cards.
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Lucs eyes shone with greatfulness, and he felt instantly he could trust this man. He nods once, looking down at the rifle and then to Dom, who was walking twords the tents before he spoke to himself. "You where right, sweets, this place seems nice." He grunts and walks foward to stride beside Dom, and look around at the camp while he did so. IT was the most amount of peopole he had seen in a long amount of time. As they reached the area where it was obvious, or at least looked as if, they where going to stay, he felt licky that the Stalkers wert so.. strict. They really didn't look too strict. "Vets?" He nidged Dom a bit. "Like the people who take care of animals?" He gave Dom a lopsided grin as he listened to the music of the gutars and the numerous voices around it. Very lively. They already made as much noise as his other companions had. OF course.. those companions where dead. But both had an intresting story to tell.
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Permalink Reply by Zombie_X on
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James awoke to the Drill Sargeants yelling.
"Get up you useless ladies! Them Ruskies aren't going to kill themselves!"
James groaned and slid off his bunk, slipping on his uniform, his vest, and grabbing his SA80A2. He went to the armoury to collect 3 more clips and a box of 5.56mm rounds. He taped to clips together, leaving enough room so he could swith clips at a faster time. He grabbed 3 40mm grenades for his AG-36 grenade launcher. He grabbed another 2 clips of 9mm and 3 mk2 frag grenades. He checked his bulletproof radio and slipped his ski mask and helmet on.
He walked to the 8th Armoured staging area, where 100 Challenger 2 tanks, along with 50 Warrior IFV and 30 Snatch-2 Land Rovers. He boarded a transport truck.
"You new hear? Havent seen you hear before." A soldier said to him.
"Nah mate, transferred from 326th Recon regiment. Seen loads of fighting, bloody horrible."
"Oh well I'm private Connor, Lewis Connor."
"Nice to meet you Lewis, I'm James, James Goodwin."
Suddenly the truck rumbled to life, halting any further conversation. They proceeded on their long drive to the Stalkers base.
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James woke to the soft hum of the engine. He could hear singing in the truck behind but everyone in his truck were asleep. James sighed, and opened the flap for some fresh air. He looked at the signs noting that they were close. He heard the gate open, and passed a jeep with a head in the passenger seat.
"What the fuck?" He asked himself. The trucks stopped, and everyone grabbed their gear and climbed out, stretching their arms and legs before assembling into formation. James wasnt officially with the 8th, so he walked over to Dom, who was looking at the British with curiosity.
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