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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A while later, Luc woke. Stretching a bit to loosen himself up before he slid his legs off the table he had propped them on, and looked about. As he did so, he head the crinkle of a wrapper and looked down to find a candy bar. He smiled and picked it up. Setting it infront of him before he slid the headphones off his head to hand around his neck. Looking back at the bar, he started to think of his luck before catching the figure of another in the room with him. He raises a curious brow at the sleeping one, before smiling a bit more evily and standing. He sets his rifle onto the table before walking the distance to him, and poking him in the ribcage. He had put one and one together. Not stupid enough to think that the candy bar just appeared there. But he wanted to at least say thanks, and share it with him. Extange words. He jabs him again
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Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on
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Anderson was hugging his pillow. It was a rather stupid habit, but it was a habit from childhood so who could blame him? He slowly rustled from his sleep, releasing the pillow to look up at Luc, raising a brow, "Huh? Oh, hey. Whats up?" His vision was blurred a bit, though after a few blinks he focused in again, seeing Luc a bit more clearly, noting the candy bar, "Oh yeah, I put that beside your bed while you were asleep. Figured you wouldn't mind having something sweet since I doubt we'll find much in Russia." He chuckled a bit, sitting up with a small smile.
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Luc smiled back broadly and pulled the chair under himself so he could sit. "Well. Yeah, I doubt that too. But I wanted to say thank you. Mabe we could share it." He runs his hand through his hair. Making it look a bit spiked, thanks to its shortness. He then unwraps the candy bar, and splits it in half with an audible poping sound. He extends one half to Anderson, chuckleing a bit. When, if, Anderson took the half, he would work on his own, taking a small bite of it and savoring the taste. "Sure as hell beats cheese and grease from a tube."
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Anderson held a hand up, as if saying Luc could have it all. The comment at the end caught him a bit off guard. Cheese and grease? He smirked a little before letting off a small laugh, "Cheese and grease from a tube? Is that what you've been lasting on out there? Cheese and grease? Bro, I'm not sure about you, but I'd get myself to a paramedic fast to get my stomach pumped because that shit is nasty as hell." He smiled a bit, pushing his covers up and rested against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, "So, what you from, cowboy?"
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Luc laughs a bit, the candy bar slowly dissapearing into his mouth. But he ate with his mouth closed, chewing slowly. "Texas. East Texas. And I just might have to. Nows not really the time." He frowned a bit "There may not be a time. Anyway. " He looked up, examing the cabin more carefully before looking back to Anderson. "Lot of good things happen in Texas. Lot of bad things too. But things.. where well. Where are you from, Partner?" He speaks with the sterotype texan talk the yankies always seemed to think the south always used, and couldn't help but laugh a bit as he heard himself.
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Anderson shrugged a little, laying back against the cushions of his bed, "I come from Palestine. Or at least I was born and raised there. Moved to Chicago when I was nineteen and then over to Virginia when I was twenty. Lived there for about six years, then all this happened. Pretty much left me in the dark for a couple years before I joined the Stalkers." He smirked a little, looking at Luc, "And now I'm here. Anyone asks, I'll say I'm from this boat."
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"I see." Luc nods slowly, moving his tounge over his teeth before talking again witha short sigh of near boredom. "You would pass by my town without even realising you where in a town." He chuckled. "I lived there until I joined the military." He bites the inside of his cheek a bit, wondering what he should and shouldn't say. "That really ended once this shit hit the fan."
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Anderson shrugged, slowly standing up from his bed, a couple pops going off from his bones, "Osteoporosis Imperfecta. Doesn't hurt, but makes noise so I try to refrain from that." With a small smirk, grabbing a rifle just as a Stalker busted in, nodding to Anderson, "Out on the deck. We just might have company." The air whistled slightly, two sniper rounds flying out from the ship, going off in the distance to take out targets approaching.
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Luc smiles, a bit darkly. "Finnally. Time to start the fun." He stands, stretchign once more before relaxing with a light laugh. "Who do you think it is? Russians, most likely, right?" He looks over to Anderson, before turning and grabbing his rifle, checking that it was loaded and ready. He goes over his weaponwry before nodding once and going around the Stalker that had busted in, and into what he would hope would be some action.
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There were no distinct gunshots going off, yet the sound of air slicing and gentle tears in the night sky was enough to explain that the Stalkers were picking off who needed to go down. Alejandro slapped in a fresh clip to his M110 before aiming down the scope again, thankful he was one of the few who got a HVScope. The targets lit themselves up perfectly, snipers taking down surrounding targets on boats around the area, making sure no one saw each troop hit the ground. Two boats were already cleared on their decks, moving to the next boat while a spotter watched in silence to make sure no one saw the corpses. If any were seen it would result in a search of all ships as well as possible firing on the Stalker boat if the Russians were that harsh.
The cannons turned, prepping for fire on the Russian boats just in case, though behind them the boats they ordered sent were already on the move, going quickly at full capacity. Miko, in the medical bay, watched the dressings be applied over his stitched hand, grabbing his radio with his free hand, "Alright, the boats should be coming by now if the clock here is right. I hope you all know well enough to bunker down because the moment we hit that Russian line explosions are going to make the Fourth of July look like a bunch of kids playin' with pop rocks and diet coke."
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Lucs sholders visibly sagged, and he tossed his gun over his sholder, it being helf there by its strap, before muttering and looking over at the other boat. "Damn. And I was getting on the mood." He wasn't always eager to kill. But he was never against it. Unless it was a person close to him. Or he saw reason not to. But he wanted to prove himself a good person for the Stalkers. He eyes the boat a bit more before finnally going back from whre he came. He wasn't that tired. Mainly bored. But he knew he needed his sleep. He contemplated what exactly to do about the situation before concluding that he probly would have trouble going to sleep anyway. So he sat in the chair he slept in, and began cleaning his wapon. Eager, yet a bit cautious, of the day to come.
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There was a boom, cannons ringing off, rounds tearing at the water around their boat. Snipers held their positions, other soldiers arming up the cannons and targeting the closest Russian boats, their own empty boats pushing through serving as wonderful distractions, one already colliding with a boat on the side, forcing a tear inside the hull. Gasoline was pouring into the ocean, burning before the boats lit up and exploded, taking down two more boats with them. Miko was out on deck, pulling out his AT4 from his shoulder, firing the round off to an approaching boarding party. They didn't have time to scream.
He slipped in a fresh round before getting on the com-link, "All units either on deck laying down fire or below deck getting cannons up to tear through the enemy armor in out front. The blanks will clear the rest of the way." The cannons turned and he rushed his way up to an old manual cannon, rolling it down and taking aim at a boat not that far off that troops on AA guns were letting rounds against. He fired the round, watching the shell rip into the hull, exploding, the fire pouring into the gasoline. Another ship down. Miko reloaded a round, taking aim at a new target, firing off the shell, watching it rip through the top portion of the ship, it teetering the boat a bit and forcing it down on it's side, flooding instantly.
Their ship shook, a fresh round grazing along the deck, not doing any sever damage, but it let them see the deck below pretty clearly. Miko reloaded, taking aim at the boat that fired on them, letting a few rounds go off before sinking it. They couldn't take another hit like that. To their sides the other boats came in, prepping for collision.
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