SnowStorm42
Senior Member
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Neil
Neil couldn’t help but feel out of it. He looked at the sky which was spinning, as if he had awakened a third eye and he could see the world itself turning. Slowly though his pupils dilated appropriately and his emerald orbs focused on the clouds above. He didn’t realize sound was not entering his ear until a faint muffled sound finally became a voice. “-not allowed to walk over anymore floorboards…” He blinked a few times and looked to see Gospel standing over him worrying. Before he could fully process what was said to him he heard a snarling and his heart raced in a panic, still not fully understanding what was going on. He didn’t hit his head but the wind was knocked out of him enough to shake him up. Neil felt his magnum get pulled off. If her words were muffled and not enough to get through to him, the gunshots from his magnum sparked him back up. He took a few quick breaths and flung himself to his feet. By the time he got up to help Gospel though she had taken care of the situation herself and handed his gun back. “Jess I’m so-“ he was cut off when she said they needed to go. Then a familiar voice rang out.
Neil looked up to see the extremely horrifying look on an old face. Wendal. The joy was exploding from his face. Like he was made for this moment. Before Neil knew it, before Gospel could finish her witty remark, a shot rang out. Neil felt his heart sink “JESS!”. The name involuntarily left his lips with a yell that could open the heavens. She was ok though. As quick as his heart sank, it regulated pace realizing she was still breathing talking and moving. Neil immediately drew his magnum and aimed it at Wendal when a figure emerged from behind the coyotes. Gospel then grabbed Neil and with almost disappointment and anger the blonde holstered his gun. He followed Gospel to the fire escape but as she climbed first he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder. “You’re not going anywhere!” a coyote growled, holding a knife in Neil’s shoulder.
The pain disappeared the moment Neil realized what happened. The pain was replaced with a fire, a burning he hadn’t felt in so long. Not since Rachel. Not since the first safe zone. The fire consumed him. Neil looked into the eyes of the masked coyote. Even the mask couldn’t hide the man’s fear, and his hand began to shake and loosen it’s grip on the knife. Neil turned on his left heel and using his right leg kicked the kneecap of the coyote that had stabbed him. Immediately the coyote started falling from the strike but Neil twisted the rest of the way, now grabbing the coyote by the hair. As if possessed, no thought went into his next action as he pulled the man’s mask off and threw his face into the brick wall next to them. The coyote thought it ended there, but Neil grabbed the man’s hair and pulled his head back before slamming it into the wall a second time. Before Neil could repeat the process something in the corner of his eye. Brought him back to reality. He turned to see large claw like fingers gripping the edge of the alleyway. Suddenly a tall lanky figure pulled itself around the corner and peered down the alley. Four yellow eyes sent shockwaves of fear into Neil. There was no hesitation as Neil pulled the knife out of his shoulder and followed Jess up the fire escape. He ignored the shrieks and the sudden fast thudding from the creature. Neil looked down, and seeing the grayjack closing in he thought it was over, the creature being tall enough and its arm being long enough to reach him on the 1st floor of the fire escape. Luck and hunger were on his side though as a second grayjack tackled the first one out of the way as it went for the injured coyote Neil had just dropped. This was his chance, he climbed the rest of the fire escape to Gospel.
Neil got up just as Gospel started to examine her wound. A shot through the shoulder. Before he could say anything though she moved across a plank to the next roof. Like a loyal dog he followed without a word. Once on the next roof though Neil took a deep breath followed by some quick ones. He slowly came back to himself, the fire diminishing. He looked at his hand, the blood of the man’s face slightly coating it with a bright red. Gospel snapped him out of it. A car. She had a point for sure. The problem was Neil scouted a lot of Yorkstown and rarely found a car that still worked and if there was then it was either trapped or out of gas. She was entirely right though they had to get out of there and going on foot would be like playing cat-and-mouse with the coyotes in tail, as well as all the monstrosities of the apocalypse.
Neil thought and thought. “There is one more place I can think of. I don’t know if there will be a vehicle still there, but..we can at least patch ourselves up before we keep looking” Neil said. “There might be an old sedan there that I abandoned once” he continued quickly. ‘We would have to go over three more planks, head down to the street on the left, head down a few blocks and then take a left when we see…fuck it there’s no time, let’s go Jess”. The gunshots in the alley below meant that those coyotes were putting up a fight. Given that there was a group of them and they had weapons better than a pistol it wouldn’t be long before those two grayjacks were dispatched.
Neil looked at Jess once more. He smiled slightly. “Just like the old days huh?” he joked before leading the way across the next set of rooftops. They didn’t have too far, but it was still a hike and a half. The gunshots would attract Clickers to the area, but if they moved quietly their only other problem would be the normal zombies but those were slow enough that they wouldn’t pose a threat. He just hoped that the sedan was still there. He also wondered if that landmark was there. The wreckage. It gave him chills forgetting the thing existed, but it only made sense.
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ASHLEY
Ashley looked back at the Texan one more time, her body still tingling a bit from the night before. She then glanced over at Gallows. A strange thought crossed her mind as she stared at the soldier in his futuristic armor, Gallows’ being one of the few to have a distinctive look to his, purple visor the stemmed upward like horns or a mask almost, and his armor black, compared to the normal round helmeted silver goons she traveled with. They were no different from coyotes really. They were goons, who hid behind masks. The only difference was these were trained soldiers. She looked once again at the Texan. “You have a sexy aura of power about you with that mask on” she said as they all walked. At the gates of Pawnee, a black helicopter waited, to the sides of it, the trucks that her and her men had arrived in.
“This is where we will temporarily part ways, but I’ll be joining you soon handsome. Gallows will take you to an island out in the ocean. The higher ups will meet with you. I’ll let them know you’re coming and that you are…worthy” she said the last word with a lustful tone. “I have some loose ends to tie up here, but I’ll be with you soon” she said before beginning to walk off. She turned one last time though and walked back to him. “I’ll bring you a present for trusting me. I’m sure you’ll love it” she said hinting at her prey. If the scouts were right then the pair was in Yorkstown. Going East or North would be suicide with the reports of hordes closing in on Yorkstown. Their safest route out was through Pawnee war or not. She would wait a few days, and if she was as calculated as she assumed she was…her body felt light. She could practically burst with pure excitement and borderline lust. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on the blonde and see what sort of animal she brought back from the dead. Her new companion would also surely like to exchange some words, if not some violence with the girl and the blonde, so it was a win-win.
“Also ignore the scientist on the helicopter. He likes to talk but it’s all absurd” Ashley said as she walked away toward the trucks. With that Gallows looked at Erik finally and from under his visor almost with a mechanical voice said “Come with me sir, it’s a short flight. We should have you back in time for the war, unless you wish to stay at our facility” Gallows said before marching toward the helicopter.
The island that awaited them was mostly forest and small mountains, but it used to house a prison and some of the old warren’s and guards’ mansions. G.R.I.P. took the mansions and decided to use them as operation centers for the region. The prison was still partially infested, but the other part was also used as their own prison. This is where the new future was being planned.
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CHRIS
A rugged and dirty hand reached up to touch the hair of the body it belonged to. The man with the skeleton face paint ran his fingers along the sides of his hair, enjoying the nice prickly feeling of the buzzed sides. He then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He put a cancer stick in his mouth and another hand reached out to light it for him. His light eyes looked up at the Irishman who provided the flame. Jimmy-O took his hand back after the stick was lit. “Y’sure about this boy? This is kind of against your code if I’m correct” Jimmy-O asked. Chris took a long drag before taking the stick out of his mouth for just a moment. He breathed out a cancerous cloud. “Those monsters have no honor. Maybe less than the dead that walk on our streets. I’m tired of bloodshed within my gang” Chris said. “In war, there is no honor. Just winners and losers”
“Well said boyo. Alright then” the Irishman started, before pulling his coyote mask, a black mask with a four leaf clover over one of the eyeholes. “Lets move out!” he commanded. Chris got onto his chopper and started it. Jimmy-O walked back to his truck. The skull looked back from the chopper and a smile formed. Behind him and the truck, more choppers roared alive, as well as several trucks and jeeps. Keith rode up to the front next to Chris. “I’ve gotta say. This isn’t like you” Keith started.
“Ya. Ya. I get it. No honor” Chris retorted.
“No. Not that. Having a good plan” Keith joked with a smile. He sped off. Chris revved his chopper and sped off after him. This was well planned wasn’t it? The war wasn’t due for a couple of days. The Irish rounded up whoever they could on short notice, and Chris and Keith assembled all the bikers they could in Dranesville. The gameplan was to head to some Angels outposts not far from the bridge that led to Pawnee. The Angels and Irish would wait there for the night. They would send out some scouts to report positions as well as vantage points on the outside of Pawnee’s walls. By the next night the tank would arrive alongside all the other Irishmen and Angels, would commence the first push, while this group went in immediately after. With the tank leading the charge, the plan was to then have an onslaught of waves coming at the coyotes.
It was going to be a bloodbath, but Chris was confident that the tank would prove an advantage.
Neil
Neil couldn’t help but feel out of it. He looked at the sky which was spinning, as if he had awakened a third eye and he could see the world itself turning. Slowly though his pupils dilated appropriately and his emerald orbs focused on the clouds above. He didn’t realize sound was not entering his ear until a faint muffled sound finally became a voice. “-not allowed to walk over anymore floorboards…” He blinked a few times and looked to see Gospel standing over him worrying. Before he could fully process what was said to him he heard a snarling and his heart raced in a panic, still not fully understanding what was going on. He didn’t hit his head but the wind was knocked out of him enough to shake him up. Neil felt his magnum get pulled off. If her words were muffled and not enough to get through to him, the gunshots from his magnum sparked him back up. He took a few quick breaths and flung himself to his feet. By the time he got up to help Gospel though she had taken care of the situation herself and handed his gun back. “Jess I’m so-“ he was cut off when she said they needed to go. Then a familiar voice rang out.
Neil looked up to see the extremely horrifying look on an old face. Wendal. The joy was exploding from his face. Like he was made for this moment. Before Neil knew it, before Gospel could finish her witty remark, a shot rang out. Neil felt his heart sink “JESS!”. The name involuntarily left his lips with a yell that could open the heavens. She was ok though. As quick as his heart sank, it regulated pace realizing she was still breathing talking and moving. Neil immediately drew his magnum and aimed it at Wendal when a figure emerged from behind the coyotes. Gospel then grabbed Neil and with almost disappointment and anger the blonde holstered his gun. He followed Gospel to the fire escape but as she climbed first he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder. “You’re not going anywhere!” a coyote growled, holding a knife in Neil’s shoulder.
The pain disappeared the moment Neil realized what happened. The pain was replaced with a fire, a burning he hadn’t felt in so long. Not since Rachel. Not since the first safe zone. The fire consumed him. Neil looked into the eyes of the masked coyote. Even the mask couldn’t hide the man’s fear, and his hand began to shake and loosen it’s grip on the knife. Neil turned on his left heel and using his right leg kicked the kneecap of the coyote that had stabbed him. Immediately the coyote started falling from the strike but Neil twisted the rest of the way, now grabbing the coyote by the hair. As if possessed, no thought went into his next action as he pulled the man’s mask off and threw his face into the brick wall next to them. The coyote thought it ended there, but Neil grabbed the man’s hair and pulled his head back before slamming it into the wall a second time. Before Neil could repeat the process something in the corner of his eye. Brought him back to reality. He turned to see large claw like fingers gripping the edge of the alleyway. Suddenly a tall lanky figure pulled itself around the corner and peered down the alley. Four yellow eyes sent shockwaves of fear into Neil. There was no hesitation as Neil pulled the knife out of his shoulder and followed Jess up the fire escape. He ignored the shrieks and the sudden fast thudding from the creature. Neil looked down, and seeing the grayjack closing in he thought it was over, the creature being tall enough and its arm being long enough to reach him on the 1st floor of the fire escape. Luck and hunger were on his side though as a second grayjack tackled the first one out of the way as it went for the injured coyote Neil had just dropped. This was his chance, he climbed the rest of the fire escape to Gospel.
Neil got up just as Gospel started to examine her wound. A shot through the shoulder. Before he could say anything though she moved across a plank to the next roof. Like a loyal dog he followed without a word. Once on the next roof though Neil took a deep breath followed by some quick ones. He slowly came back to himself, the fire diminishing. He looked at his hand, the blood of the man’s face slightly coating it with a bright red. Gospel snapped him out of it. A car. She had a point for sure. The problem was Neil scouted a lot of Yorkstown and rarely found a car that still worked and if there was then it was either trapped or out of gas. She was entirely right though they had to get out of there and going on foot would be like playing cat-and-mouse with the coyotes in tail, as well as all the monstrosities of the apocalypse.
Neil thought and thought. “There is one more place I can think of. I don’t know if there will be a vehicle still there, but..we can at least patch ourselves up before we keep looking” Neil said. “There might be an old sedan there that I abandoned once” he continued quickly. ‘We would have to go over three more planks, head down to the street on the left, head down a few blocks and then take a left when we see…fuck it there’s no time, let’s go Jess”. The gunshots in the alley below meant that those coyotes were putting up a fight. Given that there was a group of them and they had weapons better than a pistol it wouldn’t be long before those two grayjacks were dispatched.
Neil looked at Jess once more. He smiled slightly. “Just like the old days huh?” he joked before leading the way across the next set of rooftops. They didn’t have too far, but it was still a hike and a half. The gunshots would attract Clickers to the area, but if they moved quietly their only other problem would be the normal zombies but those were slow enough that they wouldn’t pose a threat. He just hoped that the sedan was still there. He also wondered if that landmark was there. The wreckage. It gave him chills forgetting the thing existed, but it only made sense.
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ASHLEY
Ashley looked back at the Texan one more time, her body still tingling a bit from the night before. She then glanced over at Gallows. A strange thought crossed her mind as she stared at the soldier in his futuristic armor, Gallows’ being one of the few to have a distinctive look to his, purple visor the stemmed upward like horns or a mask almost, and his armor black, compared to the normal round helmeted silver goons she traveled with. They were no different from coyotes really. They were goons, who hid behind masks. The only difference was these were trained soldiers. She looked once again at the Texan. “You have a sexy aura of power about you with that mask on” she said as they all walked. At the gates of Pawnee, a black helicopter waited, to the sides of it, the trucks that her and her men had arrived in.
“This is where we will temporarily part ways, but I’ll be joining you soon handsome. Gallows will take you to an island out in the ocean. The higher ups will meet with you. I’ll let them know you’re coming and that you are…worthy” she said the last word with a lustful tone. “I have some loose ends to tie up here, but I’ll be with you soon” she said before beginning to walk off. She turned one last time though and walked back to him. “I’ll bring you a present for trusting me. I’m sure you’ll love it” she said hinting at her prey. If the scouts were right then the pair was in Yorkstown. Going East or North would be suicide with the reports of hordes closing in on Yorkstown. Their safest route out was through Pawnee war or not. She would wait a few days, and if she was as calculated as she assumed she was…her body felt light. She could practically burst with pure excitement and borderline lust. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on the blonde and see what sort of animal she brought back from the dead. Her new companion would also surely like to exchange some words, if not some violence with the girl and the blonde, so it was a win-win.
“Also ignore the scientist on the helicopter. He likes to talk but it’s all absurd” Ashley said as she walked away toward the trucks. With that Gallows looked at Erik finally and from under his visor almost with a mechanical voice said “Come with me sir, it’s a short flight. We should have you back in time for the war, unless you wish to stay at our facility” Gallows said before marching toward the helicopter.
The island that awaited them was mostly forest and small mountains, but it used to house a prison and some of the old warren’s and guards’ mansions. G.R.I.P. took the mansions and decided to use them as operation centers for the region. The prison was still partially infested, but the other part was also used as their own prison. This is where the new future was being planned.
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CHRIS
A rugged and dirty hand reached up to touch the hair of the body it belonged to. The man with the skeleton face paint ran his fingers along the sides of his hair, enjoying the nice prickly feeling of the buzzed sides. He then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He put a cancer stick in his mouth and another hand reached out to light it for him. His light eyes looked up at the Irishman who provided the flame. Jimmy-O took his hand back after the stick was lit. “Y’sure about this boy? This is kind of against your code if I’m correct” Jimmy-O asked. Chris took a long drag before taking the stick out of his mouth for just a moment. He breathed out a cancerous cloud. “Those monsters have no honor. Maybe less than the dead that walk on our streets. I’m tired of bloodshed within my gang” Chris said. “In war, there is no honor. Just winners and losers”
“Well said boyo. Alright then” the Irishman started, before pulling his coyote mask, a black mask with a four leaf clover over one of the eyeholes. “Lets move out!” he commanded. Chris got onto his chopper and started it. Jimmy-O walked back to his truck. The skull looked back from the chopper and a smile formed. Behind him and the truck, more choppers roared alive, as well as several trucks and jeeps. Keith rode up to the front next to Chris. “I’ve gotta say. This isn’t like you” Keith started.
“Ya. Ya. I get it. No honor” Chris retorted.
“No. Not that. Having a good plan” Keith joked with a smile. He sped off. Chris revved his chopper and sped off after him. This was well planned wasn’t it? The war wasn’t due for a couple of days. The Irish rounded up whoever they could on short notice, and Chris and Keith assembled all the bikers they could in Dranesville. The gameplan was to head to some Angels outposts not far from the bridge that led to Pawnee. The Angels and Irish would wait there for the night. They would send out some scouts to report positions as well as vantage points on the outside of Pawnee’s walls. By the next night the tank would arrive alongside all the other Irishmen and Angels, would commence the first push, while this group went in immediately after. With the tank leading the charge, the plan was to then have an onslaught of waves coming at the coyotes.
It was going to be a bloodbath, but Chris was confident that the tank would prove an advantage.
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