Cail smiled at th girls tenacity, "And I for you," he replid in suit, "Times like these it's good to have someone at your back."
A few moments later the ambulance was backing up and Cail followed.
"How's that wound doin' by the way," Cail asked as he was looking back as to navigate his way.
edited 6th Dec '11 10:34:46 PM by Hevchenko
"Insert philisophical/funny rambling here"One of the zombies ontop of the barricade snapped and charged at the vehicles: However, he got tangled in the barbed wire, ripping himself to shreds in his fall. Needless to say, the other zeds didn't follow him. Some kept hissing and grunting and moaning at the caravan... Most tried to find another way down.
Aside from a nasty crash in the midle, one of the side streets was basically clear. Sure, there were zombies, but it wasn't a thick crowd.
The dane moved her arm around a bit, somewhat more comfortable. She was in a much better mood. "Won't be bothering you with that... This place has enough painkillers for a field hospital.", she observed. Then she grinned. "Astrid Jansen.", she said. She gave no explanation for her wound... But it probably had to do with her stolen Army weaponry.
You exist because we allow it and you will end because we demand it.He nodded and passed his gun to Arnold, with another clip. "There ya go. I stocked up a bit before the madness started." He managed a weak chuckle, then started slowly driving. Steven watched the zombie crowd, gripping the wheel of the ambulance. There was only so much he could do like this, but he made sure to keep his eyes moving on the road and on the infected. So when he saw a side road with little opposition he was eager to get to it. "Think this will lead us where we need to go?" The only people who had the directions were in the other vehicle but at least a slight detour right now could be worth it.
When I thought that I fought this war alone, you were there by my side on the front line. And we fought to believe the impossible..."Thank," Seiko remarked in response to the Aussie's voiced support. Meanwhile she continued to watch the zombies at the barricade and was pleased when one tore itself apart trying to get them. The others were hesitating - that was an ominous sign, maybe they could reason. If that was the case she'd have to be very quick with her gun.
"Leg fine," she added as an answer to his question, "Tired, but ok."was looking back as to navigate his way.
Avatar from: http://x0whitelily0x.livejournal.com/5953.html N: 5 F, 0/40 SIt seemed the ambulance managed to find a side route, Cail sped up as he reversed now the ambulance was clear and the rear bumper smacked straight into a zed sending it flying, quickly switching back into first gear Cail navigated his way round the lone zed and debris of a crash site, speeding up and soon taking over the other vehichle as soon as the road cleared up.
With the Chevy in the lead again the gps system put them back onto the main road and Cail gave a thumbs up to the car behind him and he switched back to highbeam and powered down the road.
"All going well we should be at the safehouse, having warm showers and warm tucker in a couple of minutes, right? This road familiar?" The last two questions directed at the bikie.
"Insert philisophical/funny rambling here"Nil cringed slightly as the new girl went to work on Astrid. He was no stranger to blood, nor was he light stomached but it definitely wasn't his idea of entertainment. So he crossed the room and claimed a seat next to the table Tam was working at. So far he'd barely interacted with either Astrid or Tam, but the latter was definitely more approachable in the 'she won't bite your face off' sort of way. Nil glanced at her computer screen, "hey... ah, Tam, right? Whats the go with all the hardware?" he said. He wasn't technologically illiterate by any means but was far from being a 'computer whizz', having rarely ventured far from Google and Facebook. Somehow he doubted Facebook was very popular these days.
The smell of secondhand smoke reminded Nil that he had his own addiction to feed. He shook his head. "Nah, I'm 'right," he began as he fetched his pouch from his pocket and rolled a cigarette. "Could do with a lighter but," he finished, miming out the act of using a lighter with his hand.
Left, right, left, right...
Ackley had been following the motion of his footsteps for the past few hours. Not for personal enjoyment, but simply for something to do while he traversed deeper into the forest. It had seemed like the smart choice, since there was nothing but sea to the west of Corvallis and north and south would lead to cities filled with too many infected people, and despite the monotony of the past few days he didn't regret his decision.
Another twenty minutes or so until he reached the building he'd sighted through the rain a while ago. Why such a place was all the way out here was a question he didn't dwell on. He quickly checked his supplies; enough water to last a few more days, but very little food rations left, and his ammunition had been severely depleted from the slaying near the woods' border. The storm had finally let up a little, yet he was still drenched and near shivering from the cold. Passing up a shelter and possible supplies would be an unwise decision.
It was unlikely there'd be any of 'them' this deep in the forest, but he still readied his pistol. Infected people weren't the only ones who liked to attack on sight, as a badly bandaged knife wound across his thigh proved. Slowly he crept closer to the building, the approaching darkness making him near invisible to any potential occupants.
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGobTam grinned: Her computer had three of four desktops (some rotating cube Linux environment) utterly cluttered with downloads of all kinds of data. "Most of that's classified.", she said. "Up-to-date intel about the WRATH virus and the infectees. I'm also building a knowledge base: Gear specs, production processes, that kinda deal." She made a pause, grinning wickedly. "I'm also takin' R&R into account: I'm pirating all entertainment I can get my hands on, if it's any good.", Tam explained.
Astrid chuckled, amused: The geek kid was making herself useful, after all. Not having anything better to do, she checked her ammo... And she took an appreciative look at her fixed arm. In a weeks' time, perhaps less, she'd be able to continue her journey towards her friends in Idaho...
Kurt nodded affirmatively. "Definitely, that's the road. You've just gotta turn North at Detroit Lake., he explained. "Not further than twenty minutes away, I'd say.".
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You exist because we allow it and you will end because we demand it.She smiled, more out of relief than anything. Good. He was going to stay right by her side. She wasn't going to let anything happen to him. Not this time.
You say that, but take a good look at your track record. You weren't going to let anything happen to Michaels either-
No. No. No! Fuck you! Sharon shook her head, loosening up some of the junk between her ears. She didn't care what bullshit it had to say about her, but one thing that was set in stone, one that wasn't going to change, was this simple fact. Sharon would move heaven and earth itself before she let Arnold down.
Keeping her finger hovering just above the Ruger's safety, Sharon kept her eyes trained on the view outside as they rolled along outside town. She saw everything. Every shadow, every shape out the corner of your eye, every bump, every crack, every errant twitch of everything. Try it. Just fucking try it.
edited 7th Dec '11 9:41:31 PM by KSPAM
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialCail followed the directions and made good time, a building coming into view just off the track within a quarter of an hour, there was light coming from the window and Cail saw shapes moving within.
"Expecting company?" Cail questioned, it was then he realised he'd left his shotgun and pack in the back seat by Scalps and he hoped the occupants were friendly... and human.
Cail pulled up and parked just outside the building, Cail thought he saw a shadowy figure as the headlights passed over the woodland but soon dismissed the notion. He situated the vehichle for a quick get away, they could repark in the morning anyway.
edited 8th Dec '11 8:30:56 AM by Hevchenko
"Insert philisophical/funny rambling here"Rita snorted as she tossed the lighter back to the man, extinguishing her own cigarette as she headed towards the bathroom. Humming a certain song, she went on to have a shower, quick, but straight to the point.
If only she had some better clothes, she thought as she dried her hair up with a towel, now clad in little more than underwear and a shirt. Knowing that the biker had been satisfied with her patchwork, she could allow some leeway to herself without being afraid to get roughed up on. The word WRATH caught on her ears.
"I want a copy of that plague intel,ragazza, if there's something new about that plague which i don't know, it might make me less effective as a medic. And these days, it'd not be good at all." She added as she tossed back the cigarrette packet towards the biker.
"Does anyone here know to cook a meal?" She added casually. "I'm rather tired and i could use food." She said, as she slumped in one of the chairs, checking her hair and state of the nails.
For the most part, Kellen was quiet. The sound of putting someone on top of the ambulance sounded stupid, but Kellen wasn't about to stop someone from having their heroic, stupid death if they wanted it. Breaking the window sounded even less reasonable, considering that it would give the zombies another entrance. Kellen quietly tapped on the little box in his pocket with his knife, thinking on the fifty six rounds he had. If it came to a battle, he thought, There would be no way I would get off all fifty rounds in close quarters.
Kellen watched the sudden spark of tension from Sharon. Whatever had gone off in her mind, it was messing with her head. He didn't want to disturb her; he didn't want to risk the tension resulting in a new hole in his form. But he didn't want the girl to lose her head, either. He turned his attention to her 'boyfriend', Arnold. "Oy, Arnold," he whispered, "you might want to make sure Sharon doesn't lose her head."
edited 8th Dec '11 9:36:45 AM by FlashofNight
"Yeah, I'll take care," Arnold said to Kellen half-heartedly, but really... what was he supposed to do? He couldn't calm down Sharon, hell, he didn't think she listened to a word he said sometimes. He could never understand what was going on inside her head, and there was no way he could stop her from losing it. He hoped she wouldn't, but if Arnold was to see a repeat of earlier, when she was hanging outside of the freakin' ambulance just to get at the zombies, he would be useless... He shuddered at the thought of Sharon actually trying to get herself killed... especially if it was for his sake.
This was unexpected. Ackley had somehow been completely unaware of the vehicles approaching until two beams of light pierced the darkness. He quickly hid behind one of the trees, waiting until the headlights had passed over him before daring to take a peek at the new arrivals. It was too dark to make out specifics, but he could see they were both fairly large- could probably hold about a dozen people between them.
At the very least there'd be two drivers, along with whatever amount of people were already in the building. Plus there were weapons and amount of skill with them to take into account. Too many variables. If he were to take them down then he should wait until he knew how much bullets he'd have to use. If there were too many to take down then he should play nice and try to not get offed on sight.
Either way the best solution would be to introduce himself, and at least try to act friendly. He couldn't risk getting booted for being a dick again, not when he was so low on supplies. Holstering his weapon, he limped closer to the vehicles. His leg injury was minor, but if he appeared weak there'd be less chance of them believing he was dangerous.
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGobKurt shook his head in denial: "Nah, Tyra'n'I are the last ones standing in the Oregon chapter. Perhaps some of the Tacoma guys survived and went here.", he explained.
He was the first one to notice the newcomer across the road. The straggler reacted normally to the headlights, so he didn't look very much like a zombie. "Don't shoot, that ain't no zed.", the biker said. "Odds are it's a local hick... From Detroit, OR.", he added.
"Yeah, let's avoid random murder if at all possible.", Kaimi said.
Meanwhile, inside the safehouse... "There's a few propane tanks... And there's plenty canned food.", Astrid said. Tam looked at Rita, smiling: "Sure! There's good news and bad news, which ones do you want first?", the hacker asked.
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You exist because we allow it and you will end because we demand it.Tam shrugged: "Apparently WRATH's the brainchild of some sick fucks at the Department of Defense: a cross between rabies and HIV. Originally, they planned to release it in North Korea, where borders are on lockdown. It's exclusively fluid-borne, has an incubation period of 72 to 96 hours, and it's incurable. Treatable, though: remarkably easy to keep under control: That's the good news.", she said.
"Now it's time for the bad news. About 15% of people are immune to the virus themselves... But they can become carriers. In short, quarantine ain't worth shit: People who look healthy and stay healthy for years can still infect you if y'all swap fluids.", she explained.
edited 8th Dec '11 4:18:50 PM by SavageHeathen
You exist because we allow it and you will end because we demand it.Rita let a polite chuckle. That kind of chuckle who could send shivers through someone's else spine. "That's remarkably good news, both pieces of it. It's just that you do lack the knowledge to twist it around."
She then proceed to stab the recently heated dish of pork n' beans with a spoon, as she took a handful of the grub. After a few gulps she continued.
"See, this could be much, much worse. It could be an airborne disease, much like the Spanish Flu... and even in quarantine doesn't worth shit, those carriers are worth their weight in gold." She added.
"Suppose that a lab with blood analysis equipment is still functional. One of these carriers would probably make a viable possibility of an antibody serum to keep the virus at bay or kill it. A much better treatment that the current antiviral medication. And a survival rate of 15% is still a decent number given the gross population of earth."
She took another spoonful of the grub, as she ended her dissertation. "Just endure for some time, that's all we need to do. And watch the American Dream crash and burn. Heh."
Jeff remained alert as the vehicles moved through the town, but relaxed a bit once it seemed they were past the majority of the town. Looking out the front, he spotted another person on the road; it was clear he was human, and that he was limping. "There's somebody out there... Who's hurt" Jeff said, the last part said a bit more tensely.
Taking some initiative, Jeff sat himself in the passenger seat and rolled down the window. "Hey, are you bit?" Jeff shouted after leaning his head out.
You are reading this.Current minimum of three survivors in the vehicles. The man who'd called out to him didn't look like he'd be capable in a fight, but combat skills didn't matter when you had a gun. "I'm clean," Ackley yelled back, "just a knife wound. Wouldn't happen to have any first aid you could spare?"
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGobWell, here they were. The safehouse. Still in one piece. No zeds. Looked pretty legit. Just one problem. It was occupied. Presumably by other bikers, probably armed. She gritted her teeth. More friends of theirs? Perfect, just perfect. More crazy bikers with guns. As if they didn't have enough. She was beginning to think that if something didn't happen to shift the balance of power soon, they may never wrestle control back from those goddamn maniacs. But making a move like that with so few people, and so few guns...
Sharon took a deep breath, relaxing her grip on the Ruger. Watch and wait. Stick to the plan. Watch and wait. No need to do anything stupid. At least, not yet. She flicked the Ruger's safety off, then back on, just to make sure, then holstered it. She scooched over, moving in closer to Arnold.
Looks like we're here. Let's hope they've got some beds to spare. And a shower. She looked at him closely, cocking her head. You feeling alright? Looks like something's worrying you.
edited 8th Dec '11 8:55:20 PM by KSPAM
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialArnold would have liked to confront Sharon about the... problems she's had recently, but he didn't feel right doing it. Hell, what could he even say to her? 'Sorry baby, but you're crazy and at times you scare the shit out of me'? He wasn't like that. He just shook his head, and took her by the hand.
"Oh, it's nothing... I'm just glad we found a safe place to rest, that's all. Come on, let's go see if we can claim a bed before someone else gets to it!"
Nil caught the lighter and lit his own cigarette and sat in silence whilst the doctor took a shower. He simply didn't know what to say, the only thing he really understood was entertainment. The WRATH virus talk went over his head. Sure he had heard some talk about it, and nothing past what it did to people and this only because he'd seen it first hand in the past few days.
As the conversation continued, he shrugged and contributed. "None of this is good, it's all shit news. What's good is the fact that a shot through the chest still puts 'em down," He said. Or at least he hoped so, he hadn't actually shot one yet. Each time he had to defend himself, he didn't have time to cock his crossbow. Instead, he had cracked a couple skulls and stabbed one girl through the eye with a hunting knife... which he had lost during the struggle.

Rita reacted quickly, her right hand catching the cigarrete pack mid-air in a small showcase of her sleight of hand. "Grazie Mile.Two out of three is better than anything." She said while locking at the package and storing it in one of her pockets as she produced her more or less sterile equipment, and some gauze. Nodding at the guy who had said good day in acknowledgement (it was the least she could do in terms of politeness), she then closed in the Danish patient.
"Shrapnel... haven't seen this kind of wounds in a while. Well, at least it's not that hard to do it, as you've been doing for the last hours, but it's best that someone else does it for you with the right materials, or you'll be having to take more than a while recovering." Her eyes took a thoughtful measure as she eyed the wounds up and down, scalpel and gloves in tow. "Well, at least i'll save up on morphin with you." She added as she began to carefully cut the skin, using the tweezers to pull the shrapnel fragments, discarding them as they came by. It was navigating through a forest of muscle and vessels. It always was. Move slightly. Separate. Cut. Pull. Stitch.Close. Repeat. These movements she knew all too well, as she eyed so slightly the Danish biker.
She went for minutes, as she breathed so slightly. But methodically, all the pieces and bits were carefully separated from the flesh. Sighing, she took the vodka bottle, pouring it in the stitched wound as a final touch as she used the makeshift bandages to finish. Somewhat tired, she discarded her now bloody gloves as she lit one of the Winston cigarrettes, taking a long drag. She smoked rarely, if ever. Only on certain ocassions, like after an stressful day or a joyous night. And this was the former kind.
"There you go. Don't move too much or the stitches will come off. If you're having much pain issues, i'll try to find you a painkiller. Other than the scars, I think you'll make the recovery more or less well, you're not still in the old, wrinkled age." She said, as she scratched her head.
"Anyone else in need of a medic?" She scratched her hair, tilting her head sideways, cigarrette in mouth.