ooc: This silence is too damn silent. time for me to make my entrance.
Kintra readies her M16 and looks around, finding that the shooting has stopped she awkwardly and quite quickly holsters the gun again.
'So err hi.' She says nervously.
edited 28th May '12 12:29:08 AM by gbrngfol
I think there's no point in signatures.Ross looked over at this sudden new arrival, some lady who had very professional looking gear but nevertheless introduced herself like some schoolgirl that had just walked into a party she wasn't actually invited to.
"Hi. Were you staying here?" Ross asked straight to the point, then looked over at the last hostile still in the room. He walked over towards the skeleton and Dean, the former of which had just made Dean fall on his side and was now unsuccessfully trying to bite Dean's ankle. These attempts ended rather abruptly when Ross's boot slammed down on the skeleton's skull, cracking it as it impacted the floor. Ross stomped on it a few more times, until the skull broke apart, just to be sure.
"Could be more monsters in here. I wouldn't put your gun away just yet" Ross advised to the newcomer once he was done with stomping the skeleton's skull.
You are reading this."Weapons, yes. Ammo, not usually. Besides, good luck taking down anything tougher than a zombie with a piece of bone" Ross responded to Blight, taking a glance at the dead ghoul. After a moment of consideration, he poked at it with his foot to make sure it really was dead.
Ross then looked around, listening and seemingly waiting for something. "Our gunshots should've attracted most things that would've been in here. We might be clear now, but you never know... I think we can probably afford to split up now, just make sure your walkie talkies are on" Ross said, checking the one on his own person. "Bring anything valuable or interesting back here to split amongst the group" he added, heading over to the stairs to start looking in the second floor.
You are reading this.OOC: I just realized, I forgot to mention Kintra left her bag behind in the confusion of my first post. I think I'll post something about finding the vamp hunters dead during the next contract.
Kintra has a small look around the outside of the building. She looks through the pockets of the dead people. (Zombies are included if their ragged clothes still have pockets left.)Then makes her way inside looking for the basement.
I think there's no point in signatures.Up in the second floor was mostly bedrooms and a couple bathrooms; it seemed to be the main living space for a good portion of the people staying there. As such, there were a number of interesting items, though weapons and ammo less so. Ross had discovered and singled out some kind of amateur work station in the corner of one bedroom and was searching it for any useful junker items.
Through his quick combing of the bedrooms, Clark would have dibs on such wonderful items as a comb, a cell phone with no reception, two sleeping bags,* over a dozen pillows, and two books. Specifically, one about a military officer in the far-flung future and a sort of grim noir mystery involving unimaginable horrors. The office meanwhile, Clark would realize was the same room that the skeleton had attacked them from with the bow. In fact, the bow was still there, along with six wooden arrows with crude arrowheads. There were also documents, as Clark hoped for, though they were all from pre-apocalypse; looking through them suggested that the original owner of the house owned a few small stores and companies.
Meanwhile, the attic didn't seem promising for weapons or ammo either. The place didn't look like it had been used much since the apocalypse; things had clearly been moved around as the house's previous occupants searched for useful things themselves, but it didn't look like they were storing much up there. There was a box of old paintings, an undersized (and undoubtedly fake) suit of metal armor, and oddly enough a box of Christmas ornaments, which of course had a seemingly impossibly-bundled-together string of Christmas lights at the top. Aside from the random item boxes, was a luckier find that disproved any initial estimate that the attic wouldn't have any guns or ammo; hidden in one of the corners was an old lever-action rifle. The thing looked like it might not even work anymore, but there was nevertheless a box of 20 rounds close by.
While the rest of the team was searching indoors, Kintra had started outside. Searching through the pockets of the bodies, she would find two paper clips, and a total of nineteen dollars and forty one cents. Then, in the basement, was a more interesting scene. There were more bedrooms, with more hard to move matts, a few pillows, and a folding straight-razor, but of more interest would likely be the entertainment room, where a few of the previous residents had made a last stand. A pool table had been upturned, and a large, now broken TV sat across from two couches. The exact number of combatants was hard to estimate, because the ghoul and zombies had their way with the bodies, but it couldn't have been less than three defenders. Along with a couple pool ques and about five balls, were the weapons the defenders had tried and failed to survive with; Kintra would find a 9mm uzi with about 17 rounds remaining, a beretta M9 with no ammo, and a curious hand axe of sorts made from pieces of rebar warped around the handle of a meat cleaver, with duct tape to hold it together and double as a handle.
Those who had gotten walkie talkies back at Saint Clair (and had them turned on) would hear Ross's voice come through. "I think we're done with the second floor now. I'm gonna look downstairs for wherever they kept their ammo stash" Ross mentioned into his own walkie talkie while he made his way back downstairs.
edited 30th May '12 2:04:15 AM by FirockFinion
You are reading this."Okay. I found some good trapping material in the attic." Blight responded. He grabbed the Christmas lights, Hanging them over his shoulder, and dumped the rest of the ornaments in his bag. Then he put the ammo in his bag and grabbed the rifle, holding it in one hand and the shotgun in the other. Finally, on his way out, he grabbed the box of paintings, cradling them on top of his bag.
Then he headed downstairs.
Mildly disappointed that there's nothing to shoot Kintra loosely bundles together the guns and sharp objects with a bloodstained pillowcase and carries it upstairs.
meanwhile the two vamp hunters are finished dragging their stuff to the nearest safehouse.
'So wah'do we do now?' said the younger of the two.
'Simple, you shut up and we raid the nearest building.' The shotgun wielding one said.
'B-but what if someones already raided it? Or is raiding it now?'
'Well if it's pre-raided then we move on.' He smiles. 'but if there's someone in there then we sneak in, jab them with that tranq dart I found, Then rob them.'
The young one looks horrified. 'Th-that's stealin', w-we would never do that.
'I'm boss now. We do things my way. Oh and bring Her bag.'
'O-ok. Why the bag?'
'Coz kintra will pay anything to get it back.'
With that they walk back out of the safehouse in search of their first raid. OOC: @Firoc Don't bother to write about the building they raid. I don't think many people want to know the details.
I think there's no point in signatures.When Blight got to the foyer, Ross was already there. "Hey Blight" Ross said, giving the boy a quick wave. "I dunno what Clark's getting up there. I found this though" he mentioned, showing Blight a piece of pipe with caps on each end and a bike brake grafted onto the side with a safety catch.
"My guess is that it's supposed to be a pipe bomb, obviously. Dunno if it works, but if it does, could come in handy" Ross went on pretty casually. Then Ross took a look at what Blight had and raised an eyebrow. "Christmas lights, paintings, and a new gun? Well, I suppose there's probably been weirder hauls in this world" he joked, having a quick laugh at just how absurd that would've seemed over five years ago.
"Anyway, I'm gonna check that side of the house. You can come help or check elsewhere, doesn't matter to me" Ross told Blight, motioning at the side that had been on their left when they initially entered the building. He turned and headed that way,
(OOC:Since I'm not 100% positive that Kintra headed for the foyer, I'll just assume that if she did, Ross didn't notice or just missed her. Also, this is my last post for tonight.)
edited 31st May '12 3:01:30 AM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.Kintra dumps the bundle of weapons with the rest of the loot then leave's, She notices Blight walking to the garage and decides to ask him something.
'Hey, Kid. Do you know somewhere I can get a bag? I left my old one with my former team.'
edited 2nd Jun '12 8:53:55 PM by gbrngfol
I think there's no point in signatures.Following the course of the battle rather than scavenging would take Clark from the front yard, through the foyer and into the house a bit, (Especially down into the basement to see the same scene Kintra had.) and out into the back yard. Since he wasn't looking for things to take though, Clark would have plenty of time to do this. Piecing together the scenes of the aftermath would tell Clark a rough approximation of what had gone down here...
It started with the gate. From the looks of things it originally worked electronically, but the survivors had also added a large, heavy duty padlock as an additional measure. Said bolt was unlocked, not cut, meaning it had been opened normally. Even during the day, the survivors would've likely tried to keep the gate open as little as possible, and would have at least one person watching it at all times. For the monsters to have gotten in like they did, they would've had to have been right on the other side of the wall to either side of the gate, waiting for the door to open. If there's one thing zombies were definitely not known for, it was patience. Something else, something with the ability to command lesser monsters must have been involved.
From there, the battle was pretty straight forward. The zombies, skeletons, and ghoul rushed in all at once, the zombies providing interference against the front defenders while the skeletons got most of the actual kills. Once the defenders out front were dead, the monsters must've rushed inside.
At that point, any sense of organization on the part of the defending survivors went to hell. Some people got dead-ended inside, like the poor group in the basement, and had to make unsuccessful last stands. Others tried to run out back and make their way over the wall; not all of them were successful, and by the looks of it at least a few people had been grabbed by their legs by the pursuing zombies while still trying to get over the wall. Anyone who had successfully run away from this scenario must have high-tailed it to another community or got caught elsewhere by now.
Meanwhile, Blight's search of the garage would turn up some decisively helpful things, and some not-so-helpful things. In the latter category were the two biggest things in the garage; one was a large, black pickup truck in great condition. The only problem with it being that even if it had gas, with the roads the way they were, it would be nigh impossible for the group to actually get it anywhere. The second was a large generator, which the place must have been using for power. It looked like it was in okay condition, but trying to turn it on would prove fruitless. Being too large to move easily, the group would have to take parts off the thing to get any value out of it.
The more helpful things though, were pretty straight forward. Tools. Lots of them. There were three toolboxes, each of which was missing tools but by taking tools from the others and putting them into one Blight could easily end up with a full toolbox and a half or so of wrenches, screwdrivers, screws, bolts, and all those other little doodads that come in toolboxes. There was also a hacksaw, a large pair of bolt cutters, a collection of bungee cords, and even an only partially used roll of duct tape.
Sometime during Clark's investigation of the battle and Blight's search of the garage, Ross's voice came over the walkie talkies again. "Alright, found the ammo stash! Might need some empty boxes to get all of it. Looks like their last battle ate up a good deal of it, but there's still plenty!" Ross said excitedly.
edited 4th Jun '12 3:04:29 AM by FirockFinion
You are reading this."Make it quick." Clark said. "I think at least one vampire may have been involved and I don't know if they're still around." He headed upstairs to help grab some of the ammunition. He hadn't forgotten that Ross' last team had had problems with vampires.
"Your mission is not to nuke the squid god." —Faramir"Vampires? I don't think they'd do anything during the day even if they were around. They wouldn't want to risk daylight in a place with this many windows" Ross said through the walkie talkie, before looking over and noticing that Clark had entered the room. "Right, help me out here" he added, putting the walkie talkie away. Ross was in the kitchen, specifically searching through a walk-in cupboard. There wasn't really much food in there; the canned foods had mostly been used up long ago. Ross instead seemed interested in the open-top cardboard boxes that once upon a time had been used for groceries.
Taking a few of those, Ross showed Clark over to the living room, where a square coffee table had been used by the previous occupants as a place to pile their ammunition. Pile was about the best word, there was almost no organization to the mess of ammo. Some of this was obviously because of the hurried nature in which they had grabbed ammo during the battle; but it seemed like even before then there probably wasn't much care put into the pile.
"Here, wanna help me gather this up?" Ross asked Clark, starting to simply sweep ammo over the edge of the table into one of the boxes with his arm. Also in the living room was a large flat-screen TV, sitting on top of a glass-fronted cabinet. In the cabinet was a DVD player, and a lot of DVD cases. Those kinds of items could certainly get a decent price, if one could find the right buyer in this day and age.
You are reading this.Dean had gone towards the back of the manor in search of supplies or anything that he could yank out that would make a useful part. He had reloaded the double barrel that he had, but now it felt more of a hindrance since he now had to carry it in his left hand wherever he went, rather than stow it away in a pack. He really didn't want to leave the gun behind, especially since shotguns weren't as picky with ammo as with a pistol and he could use it for hunting, but he needed something to store it so that he could have more room for supplies.
edited 4th Jun '12 12:10:25 AM by DAcriznips
Research is what I'm doing when I don't know what I'm doing- Wernher von Braun Until proven otherwise, Everything is RelevantDean's search of the back yard was pretty straight forward. There were the bodies of those who had failed to escape over the fence, who had nothing of value except their clothes and what was in their pockets. Searching them would get Dean a swiss army knife and a total of $10.87 after putting the loose bills and change together.
The rectangular pool was empty, and had apparently been converted into a firing range, complete with a few targets. While nobody had been careless enough to leave a gun there, there was a belt of throwing knives; four were still in it, and a fifth was stuck in one of the targets.
The hot tub was actually still full, however it was dirty. It didn't seem terribly dirty though; it was probably the result of not being tended to for a day or two. Before then, it was probably kept clean. The only thing around it of value though was a professional-style camera.
Lastly, there was the tool shed. It had a padlock, but it was worn down enough that Dean would easily break it with something blunt. Inside was about what Dean should've expected; two rakes, two shovels, two spades, a hoe, a whole collection of smaller gardening tools minus a small shovel, a large lawn mower, (like the kind you ride on) a plastic bottle of oil, and two plastic cans of gas. (One of which was half empty based on the weight. The other was still full.)
edited 7th Jun '12 4:42:51 AM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.Dean searched around the area, looking through the pockets of the fallen survivors and retrieving the money, as he recite a silent prayer for each of people. Part of him could imagine how life was before the attack, as friends would relax or blow some steam by taking a dip in the hot tub or shooting at some targets. He quickly dropped into the empty pool to grab the knife belt and the other knife that was in the target. He brandished the knife a bit, testing its weight, trying to get the feel for it. He could probably throw it with a reasonable amount of accuracy, but with his gauntlets on it would be alot more difficult. If he had his gauntlets on, his best option would only be to stab or slash with it. But then again, maybe he could use the other empty slots to carry extra clips.
With the knife belt in hand, he climbed back out and started for the shed, but stopped at the hot tub to examine the camera. It was a little bit worn, as that was to be expected, but it was still functioning and in good condition. Although a part of him felt like leaving it behind, since he didn't really see any combat use in a camera, he still picked it up and turned it on to see what was on the memory card.
Research is what I'm doing when I don't know what I'm doing- Wernher von Braun Until proven otherwise, Everything is RelevantThankfully for Blight, the truck was unlocked. It was however, mostly empty. The glove box contained a number of miscellaneous papers from the pre-apocalypse days, mainly gas receipts, and the keys to the truck. Hidden under the passenger seat was a box of wheat crackers, still over half full. The back end was empty save for a single cardboard box, which, oddly enough, contained a pair of womens' hiking boots and a deck of playing cards.
Meanwhile, Dean would find an odd collection on the camera. They were seemingly normal pictures of smiling people or funny events, as if from before the apocalypse. However, noting the state of the backgrounds and recognizing some of the faces as the dead bodies he just searched confirmed the pictures as indeed coming from after the apocalypse.
Still though, nothing seemed particularly out of place in the photos. There were a number of faces he didn't recognize, but between the possibility that some people had managed to escape and the bodies that were now unrecognizable, this would be expected. The last photo was a group of people in the hot tub, looking like they were enjoying themselves.
You are reading this.Although the pictures were about happy memories and cheerful faces, Dean couldn't help but feel depressed about the images. Just a few days ago these people were safe and calm, but now they were either dead or running for their life and it was all because of these monsters. His story was similar to theirs, his last home destroyed by demons who came without warning and the death of the one person who had cared for him. He pocketed the camera in the left pocket of his jacket for two reasons. One was to remember those that had lost their lives here and also to have a spare camera to record their kills.
When he got to the shed, he tried to kick the door open, but the padlock still held. He took several steps back and pulled out his pistol, taking aim at the lock, and shot one round at it to break it. Looking inside, he didn't find anything that was really of any use, unless they used the shovels as crude weapons. A part of him wanted to use the gas to turn on the lawn mower, but the thing would make too much noise and burn to much of the precious fuel. He did however take out the bottle of oil and the two tanks of gas from the shed since he could probably make some kind of incendiary with it back at the base. Putting the shotgun down, he carried back the two tanks of gas back to the others and then went back for the oil and his gun. When he returned once more, he set the oil and shotgun down on the table in front of Ross and said, "It's not much, just some knives and fuel, but maybe we can find a use for it back at the base."
Research is what I'm doing when I don't know what I'm doing- Wernher von Braun Until proven otherwise, Everything is RelevantRoss had stood up and become alert when he heard the gunshot, but was then a little confused when Dean simply walked in, set down two tanks of gas, then went back for a shotgun and bottle of oil. "Well, a knife's a knife. And we can burn that fuel or trade it, but uh... Was that you who fired that gunshot?" Ross asked, pushing aside the box he had just finished filling with ammo.
You are reading this.

Clark's first shot hit the ghoul just beside the right eye, tearing out a small portion of the side of its head. The ghoul started screaming, still sounding like it was also desperate for breath as it dropped the clump of metal and lurched back. The scream was turned into a sort of gurgling when Clark's second shot hit it in the neck. The ghoul was still dazed when the third shot hit it on the left side of its forehead, sending the ghoul falling backwards to the floor. The glowing of its eyes started to fade as it twitched a few times.
Meanwhile, the skeleton was finding that having one leg kicked out from under you while one arm is useless and the other holding something to be a bad way to avoid hitting the floor. The leg wasn't quite broken, but Ross had successfully made the skeleton fall hard in a rattling of bones. Better yet, it lost its grip on the fire axe, which fell beside it.
Now, the skeletons may be smart enough to have self preservation, but they were still monsters. And being a monster, the skeleton wasn't about to give up just because it would likely die in the next few seconds. Twisting its head up to get at least a view of Dean, it reached out its good arm and grabbed at Dean's leg that had just kicked it, and gave it a good yank to the side, to try and throw Dean off balance.
You are reading this.