Horror F E E D (A Zombie Apocalypse)

IC: Dao-Ming 'Sally' Leong
Outlying Suburb, Austin TX


"Son of a -- " Sally cursed loudly, the shrieking from her engine must have been the timing belt, white smoke rising from under her hood. There must have been a series of failures, the car stopped suddenly with everything locking up and Sally hit the horn with her forehead. Sticking in place, the sound wouldn't die any time soon. White smoke surrounded the car with the smell of burnt rubber. Now, all eyes on her. Well, maybe they couldn't see very well but, they knew she was here now. Damn feeders, kicking open the door she grabbed her pack and put it on, neglecting the buckle across the chest. Grabbing her weapon from the passenger seat she smacked the bottom of the magazine and racked the charging handle. Switching the safety to semi and sending a pair of rounds into the face of the legless feeder in front of her. The bullets shattering inside, a huge exit wound blowing out the back of it's skull. Coughing a bit from the smoke, she was well outnumbered.


Clambering on to the top of the SUV and taking a knee, she saw another feeder stumble over the curb, a... Mailman? These are strange times, Sally thought sarcastically as she took aim switching to burst, sending three into it's face. Only one bullet exited, through it's mouth and out the back of it's neck. The force knocking his head askew, his rotted flesh, weakened bones and joints snapping. It stumbled for a moment before walking onward, stumbling side to side it slowly approached her. A weird gasping moan coming from it's slack jawed mouth. Switching her carbine to semi and sending a round into it's knee, it collapsed and writhed a bit trying to regain it's footing and crawling forward. Another round into the top of it's head finally destroyed enough of it's nerves to leave it in a twitching heap on the side of the road.


But there were more of them... Shambling down the street towards her. Great, just great. Fortunately her weapon was silenced, but to senselessly use ammunition was a stupid mistake. One Sally didn't intend on making. Explosives would draw more attention, but might not be a bad idea... Taking aim at the closest feeder, wearing a tattered cheap suit, was probably a bus bench lawyer. Sending a pair into it's eye and forehead, creating a large exit wound, it fell back dead for good this time. More came still, 21 left rounds in this magazine, she thought. With four full ones left in her belt's puches. She still contemplated pulling out a pipe bomb and tossing it up the street to be remotely detonated, in case more came.


TAGS: spycoder9, greyjedi125


OOC: Side note she's a left handed shooter, so just imagine the detonator's pouch on the right shoulder strap instead. The magazine pouches still on the left side of her belt. Made an oversight with the character design there.

 

IC: Jae Martin ( Revenger)
Austin, Texas - Outlying Communities

The sound of the beeping car acted as a blinding flood light. The feeders did not see him, they did not hear him. They didn’t even realize what killed them. They only shambled on forward, like moths to a fire.

Pay back

The Revenger scored four critical kills so far. He moved along in a crouched position. He was a deadly shadow. His sword flashed only once, and heads rolled. But if he didn’t silence that blasted car, more feeders than he cared to dance with would come.

Oh, a ‘wall street’ feeder. Jae methodically stalked him and made his way towards him as it ambled forth. Like the others, it hadn't noticed him…nor would it ever. Jae was locked on his target and had zeroed in on the nape of its neck. In his mind, he’d already visualized the clean kill. As he took the first step towards it, the back of its head suddenly exploded. It fell back with a wet smacking sound upon the pavement.

WTH!!?

The Revenger, stayed low and looked with great urgency around him. Feeders didn’t use weapons. Mercenaries? The Revenger didn’t like them. Those looked human, and were alive as well, but they were possessed by a different kind of demon. A far more insidious one than what afflicted the feeders. With narrowed eyes, he looked at the only logical direction the ‘shots’ he’d did not hear could have come from.

The blasted beeping car.

And there standing on the hood of the vehicle, amidst the white smoke, at the epicenter of the cacophony, was a female holding a weapon. She was alone. A survivor?

For the briefest moment, Jae’s heart skipped. Was she from the Comic and Anime Con? Was this some kind of trick? She almost looked like a Cos player…and she was…

A moaning sound caught his attention. The fact that he could hear it meant that the feeder was very close, given the racket the car was making. Once again, The Revenger’s feeder slaying skills exploded into action. His black form moved with reflexive speed as he performed a speedy sweeping one handed reverse slash to the neck, immediately followed by a thrust kick. The feeder had literally walked into his sweeping blade, which cut cleanly through the base of its neck. The kick sent the creature’s body tumbling backward, while its head just fell down in place and rolled on the ground.

A tac-glance, ( tactical glance ) revealed the severity of their situation. More feeders were coming. Retreat would be difficult now that they were at the source of the noise. They had to kill the sound and fight their way out of the ‘feeding ground’, otherwise they would eventually succumb to the growing feeder numbers.

Without losing his cool, The Revenger waved at the girl standing on the hood of the loud vehicle. He had no idea how she’d gotten there, but that didn’t matter at the moment. Survival was their first priority.

With a black hand he pointed at the car under her, then made a motion as his hand moved across his neck and under his chin, left to right.

Kill the sound he thought at her.

Hoping that she’d understood his message, The Revenger turned to face the next shambling threat. His stance was low and the King Razor Sword glinted with fiery intent in his hands ( Jodan variant stance). Within his helmet, his eyes studied the battle field. Should any feeder come within three meters ( ten feet ) of their position, he'd visit destruction upon it. The two of them would need a small ‘safety zone’ from which to start running. But if the girl didn’t manage to shut that darn car up! then…..

No, she looked capable. She had lasted this long, so clearly she was. She would manage it. Dying here seemed would be so pointless, especially now that….

Never mind that, just kill the damned feeders and sort it out later.


Tag: @Heavy Isotope, @spycoder9

 

IC: Dao-ming 'Sally' Leong
Outlying Suburb, Austin TX

Her thinking was interrupted by the appearance of an immensely strange figure, poised in a crouch, a hand on the hilt of a... Sword. Yes definitely a strange person. He was probably going to kill that feeder she took down, good thing he wasn't standing otherwise he may have been hit by shrapnel. The smoke obscured her view so he wasn't very clear, the swordsman sliced the head clean off the shoulders of another feeder, kicking it to the ground.

More feeders were coming, the noise of the horn drawing them in, taking aim past the shadowy figure; she squeezed off a round into a feeder wearing baggy clothes. Probably only a high schooler... Sally thought, maybe his clothes prevented him from running. She would have laughed at her own thoughts, but the swoardsman was motioning to her, pointing at her; then cutting across his throat. Okay... She thought.

He? Didn't charge at her though, to her surprise, after threatening her life. The swordsman stood ready, his back turned. Oh... OH, the car. Right, thought Sally as she deftly slid off the roof and reached back into the car, trying to pry the cover off the middle of the steering wheel. With great effort the cover pulled off with a thunk, but the horn blared on. "Ergh, damn it," she said climbing over the center console, she really didn't want to tear this trusty old vehicle apart. She loved it. It carried her and her friends far. Reaching for the fuse box, she pulled out tiny fuses at random, this one... Nope... This one? Still no... How about... No. Wait. That did it. The horn's noise slowly diminishing, breathing a sigh of relief, Sally jumped suddenly when something ran into the passenger door.

She looked up to the window to see a feeder backing up to run back at the door. Running in it's awkward hobble, which isn't very fast, it ran into the door again pushing it's hands against the glass. Still holding up, it backed away again, she reached for the door handle and putting her feet against the door Sally braced for the next charge. It ran at her again, and just before impact, she pushed the door open violently with all the strength in her legs. The impact on the feeder's skull cracked the glass and set it stumbling back eventually falling off it's feet. It's skin broke open and jaw now dislocated, the creature seemed confused. Taking advantage of this Sally sprang from the car and delivered a burst to it's head. Rotted flesh, bone, and brain matter sprayed the pavement. "Yeah, b****!" She yelled, jumping slightly and punching the air. Guns and explosives always excited her. Plus every time she killed these things, it felt like a service to her dead friends, it felt good.

Aiming at another feeder approaching from the back of her SUV, two rounds into the head again. These things were always easy targets, but not when they take you by surprise. 16 rounds left, she thought.

TAGS: greyjedi125, spycoder9

 

F E E D

Austin, Texas​

City Street​

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There was a small item jammed on the underside of the door. It looked like a rotting arm, crushed up underneath one of the sides of the door. As Michiyo rammed the door as hard as she could, the arm shifted and the door spun again. The woman trapped inside one panel of the doorway was hit unexpectedly by the panel behind her, pushing her out into the street. ​

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Her screams quieted as she gripped her daughter in her arms, but now tears were streaming from her eyes. ​

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Feeders were closer now, many of them, coming from shops and buildings, stumbling towards them. The silent town had slowly began to gain noise as moans filled the streets. ​

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There were two obvious options: Run back inside the business building or hurry across the street to pharmacy. Either way, they risked Feeders following them into either building. ​

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tag: Ktala, Falcon

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IC: Jae Martin (Revenger)
Austin, Texas-Outlying Communities

Feeders. Knew no fear. Knew no pain, knew no fatigue. They knew only hunger. And so, they just kept coming.

It didn’t matter how many Revenger cut down, or how well.

A third feeder came at him, trying to capitalize on the moment he had just spent cutting another shambling monstrosity from shoulder to hip. Jae had to keep up the dance, had to stay in the flow of combat. It was getting hot inside his costume and he was beginning to sweat profusely. It wasn’t like the materials used to make the costume breathed easily. But it didn’t matter, not if he wanted to survive. He ignored the sweat pouring from his forehead as it dripped from his already wet hair to his face.

Revenger spun to one side, once again narrowly avoiding a rotting grasping hand. As he completed the revolution he rammed his shoulder unto the feeder’s back, setting it off balance and lopped off its head with a clean cross strike. He let out a long breath to regulate both his breathing and his inner temperature, but he wasn’t catching a break.

Two feeders came at him, though in staggered formation, it was almost simultaneous, but another was slipping past him just outside his reach. If he went for that one, the other two would surely take advantage of the momentary opening.

Damn these things…!

There was no real choice in the matter. ‘Rifle Girl’ proved she was capable with her weapon of choice. She’d have to take care of the sneaky feeder. But why was the car still blaring so loud? Did she not understand his message?

The first feeder launched itself at Revenger, going for a sloppy tackle. Maybe it had been a football enthusiast when alive. It didn’t matter. Thankfully, its technique was slow and deplorable. Revenger was able to leap over the attack and take a few steps across its back. This made it easier to slice off the second feeder’s head. It’s body shambled forth for a few steps before falling to the ground.

As for the first feeder, Revenger leapt in the air and turned, as he came down, he performed the head splitter move once more. The King Razor Sword glinted as it flashed downward, its silvery trail bisecting the feeder cleanly in two. Revenger immediately turned around, expecting more of the feeders to surge behind him.

At that same moment, the blaring sound of the stalled vehicle ceased, the blaring horn slowly diminishing in potency and finally winking out. This seemed to confuse the approaching feeders, at least for the moment. Revenger looked down and stepped aside from what he recognize to be feeder icor. Their ‘blood’ did not only stink like all heck, it was also totally repulsive. ‘Rifle Girl’ must have capped the one that got past him.

The feeders were still approaching, but at a somewhat slower pace now. Revenger remained facing forward as he backed up to the car and closer to ‘Rifle Girl’. He managed a quick peripheral glance, nothing detailed. From her posture alone, he could tell she was a fighter committed to do battle. She held her weapon at the ready, just like he held his sword ( Saigan position), sword handle at waist level and blade pointed at the enemy.

With the noisy vehicle now silenced, they now needed to work in tandem and make their way out of the feeding zone.


Tag: @Heavy Isotope, @spycoder9

 

IC: Dao-ming "Sally" Leong
Outlying Suburb, Austin TX

That odd looking ninja guy was surrounded, which is why you never bring a knife to a gun fight, Sally hated letting feeders get too close. The one ramming itself into her SUV was even too close for comfort but killing it amped up her excitement. Now for the finishing blows, there were about ten of these beasts left and Mr Ninja was struggling. Putting the shortened, collapsible stock into her shoulder, she took aim at the two feeders just out of his sword's reach. The light but distinct pff-pff-pff-pff of silenced, well aimed, shots striking the skulls causing one to keel over dead and other to stumble; requiring another round. Brain matter and ichor splattering around as the impact of the bullets shattered inside.

A loud, throaty, growling... Almost a shout sounded from behind her, Sally's spine chilled and she quickly whipped around to see a feeder doing a desperate shuffling run at her. It breathed heavily, it's arms reaching out for her as three others shuffled along behind it. Frozen in place for a moment, these things were still scary as hell, she lifted her carbine and hip-fired a three round burst which impacted it's legs; one missing, the other two hitting the ankle and shin of it's 'good' leg. It fell forward a sickly crack of cartilage and teeth hitting the pavement, almost as soon as it hit, it scrambled to crawl towards her and regain it's footing. An easy shot this time, Sally aimed at it's head and squeezed two rounds, killing it.

The other three feeders were closer now, Sally jumped onto the hood and then the roof of her now-wrecked SUV. They'd have a harder time reaching her up there. Before they reached her she tried to recall her ammo usage.... 16... Minus 2... Another 2... She thought, remembering the two monsters she prevented from reaching the swordsman. The feeders got closer. Then 3 for the runner... Minus two more, 7 rounds left, she concluded. That might just be enough to finish this lot off, they were almost upon her now, close and easy targets. Lazily shuffling, hungry...

Taking a knee and deep breath she raised her carbine properly, putting two rounds into the nearest. It's head burst open, weak flesh no match for the hot steel tumbling through it's brain. The second feeder fell just as easily, two rounds to the head as well. Three rounds left, flicking the lever to burst and taking aim at the last, which was now at the back of the SUV, trying to reach onto the roof... One bullet hit, suddenly, chunk. Sally swore loudly, looking to the ejection port of the carbine as the feeder stumbled backwards, still alive. The second to last round didn't chamber properly, it's rear end sticking out of the port and the bullet itself stuck between the bolt head and the start of the barrel. Holding back the bolt, tilting it to the side and letting the round fall to the roof, it's casing now bent and ruined. Now a useless round, she looked inside the chamber, the other round still sitting in the magazine; waiting to be loaded. Smacking the bolt release the round chambered as the feeder popped it's head up and reached it's arms onto the roof, quickly and recklessly firing at it, the round hit the feeder's neck.

It's head slumped over as the bullet tore through the muscles and sinew, but it was still alive and now trying to climb up. Cursing again, she stood up and delivered a hard kick with the front of her worn-in hiking boot, knocking the creature on it's back. The creature was shocked and confused as it landed hard on the pavement. The back of it's skull cracking, jumping from the roof she delivered the killing blow: squashing it's head, it's jaw, nose, and cheekbones breaking under impact. "Ah! Haha! Yeah!" Sally yelled roughly, as she stepped away from the smashed in face of the now dead feeder. "Eat that, b****!" she yelled again, pointing the muzzle of her carbine at it's carcass. Oh yes, ammo...

Methodically unloading the magazine, pulling out a loaded one, replacing the empty one into the pouch. Slamming home the new magazine, slapping the bolt release, raising the carbine and bringing it around the SUV as she walked towards the other survivor pulling back the bolt slightly to ensure the round was chambered. Good, 30 rounds, thought Sally.

TAGS: spycoder9, greyjedi125

OOC: The link provided to the youtube video has a significant echo, but that's essentially what it sounds and looks like, however the scope isn't there, it has this sight. And if you're wondering: yes, I'm modeling her dialogue after Jesse Pinkman So imagine the same tone and roughness, but with a girl's voice and slight Chinese accent.

 

IC: Jae Martin ( Revenger)
Austin, Texas-Outlying Communities

Things were about to get out of control. Slowly, but surely, they were being swarmed, and it'd only be a matter of time before they were overwhelmed.

For the moment, hacking limbs and a couple of head was buying them some time, but not much. They were running out of maneuvering room and all the splattered ichor on the floor was beginning to make things slippery.

Only a fool fought in a burning house and a greater fool remained at the center of a feeding frenzy.

A second wind, a new surge of adrenalin and focused anger washed over Jae once more, and for the moment, it washed away what fatigue threatened to invade his body and allowed him to ignore the steaming discomfort within his costume.

‘Rifle Girl’ had just thinned out a small area of feeders with her weapon and she was in the middle of reloading. Revenger moved in front of her and slashed what feeders were adjacent. For the space of a few heartbeats, no feeder was within reach. It was the only window of opportunity they had as far as he could surmise.

Revenger half turned and motioned with his sword towards the nearest building across from them. From what he could see, they’d have to jump on a few derelict vehicles to better make their way across the growing number of feeders, like skipping on rocks on a pond.

Jae made sure that ‘Rifle Girl’ saw him, then proceeded forward at a half run, his sword flashing at what shambling forms neared. He knew they would eventually have to pick up their pace and set themselves on a full sprint as they slashed and fired to make their way through, much like an icebreaker would. In truth, he didn’t know how much ammo ‘Rifle Girl’ had, but he couldn’t imagine she had an inexhaustible supply of the stuff, even as he couldn't hack away forever (though he certainly wished he could). Even if she did have that much ammo, he’d seen many cocksure mercenaries meet their doom once they were eventually overwhelmed by a growing number of frenzied feeders.

One of the basic rules of survival was knowing when to run.

And now was the best time to do so.


Tag: @ Heavy Isotope @spycoder9

 

IC: Dao-ming "Sally" Leong
Outlying Suburb, Austin TX

Sally and the swordsman moved closer together as the feeders fell, a small chance to relax as any nearby ones had been dealt with, but more were coming. Motioning with his blade towards one of the run down homes near them, down the street just a little bit. The path free of feeders, because there were a couple of cars in the way. "You want to go in the house they'll just swarm us in a small space," she said, "but they probably wouldn't be able to get on the roof."

Switching her weapon to safe she took off running, jumping onto and over the hood of a dirty, sun-baked roadster. Her boot hitting the hood with a distinct thud, then landing onto the ground, the feeders slowly turning to look at her or follow as she moved onward. Running around the hatchback with flat tyres parked in front of the home she was running towards. Stopping at the edge of the ground level porch, the roof was just out of her jumping height, she only had to look up to find out rather than attempt the actual jump.

Sally turned around as the swordsman got closer, locking her fingers and holding her palms up she took a knee, bracing to give him a boost when he reached her. Whatever his plan was if they weren't going on the roof now would be a good time to tell her....

TAGS: greyjedi125, spycoder9

 

IC: Jae Martin (Revenger)
Austin, Texas-Outlying Communities

They were on the move, which was something that made him feel a good measure of relief, even though they were not out of danger yet. ‘Rifle Girl’ did understand his message after all. Ok, then. Perhaps this time he would not regret breaking his rule ‘not to get involved’.

Revenger allowed the young female to run past him as he took care of some bold feeders. At close combat, his sword gave him the advantage. To his surprise, ‘Rifle Girl’ seemed quite athletic as she jumped on cars and hoods without breaking stride. She wasn’t running like a panicked person would, she ran like someone who knew what they were doing.

As they neared the abandoned building, Revenger could see ‘Rifle Girl’ already in position to give him a boost up unto the roof. He slowed enough for her to brace herself with his approach. The result was astounding.

‘Rifle Girl’ sent him flying smoothly up and Revenger shoulder rolled unto the roof with the precision of a well practiced team. He was colored impressed.

A quick glance revealed no feeders on the roof, at least not yet. Most of them were milling about the now silent vehicle, trying to repurpose themselves. Revenger wasted no time as he got down and reached for ‘Rifle Girl’. She’d selflessly helped him just now and Revenger was honor bound to do the same. Some ‘other’ selfish merc would leave her behind ( and God would have him pay for his betrayal in due time ), but he would never adopt the behavior of such scum.

As he reached for her, he tried to say ‘Hurry’, but it sounded more like an unintelligible grunt than anything else. He hadn’t spoken in nearly a year. Never mind that now. He gesture’d with his hands.

C’mon!. He thought at her.

They were still some distance away, but a few feeders had caught notice of them. This still wasn’t time to rest easy, but at least for the moment, higher ground was the safer place to be.


Tag: @Heavy Isotope, @spycoder9

 

IC: Dao-ming "Sally" Leong
Outlying Suburb, Austin TX

The swordsman ran towards her, placing his foot into her hands, she hefted him up with all her might, his legs hitting her face as they both straightened up. "Oof!" Sally grunted, falling backwards as she tried to launch him onto the rooftop, "Dammit!" She yelled, falling backwards landing on the concrete porch.

Regaining her footing as the feeders got closer, Sally looked up to see an armored forearm and hand reaching down to her. Gripping tightly to the swordsman's forearm with a gloved hand, he pulled her up to the rooftop just as the feeders were on her tail. Those damnable things... She thought as she scrambled a bit to gain her footing, taking a knee and aiming down at the beasts. There was no way they could get up here... As far as she could see. "What now?" she asked, glancing at the swordsman and keeping her rifle on the monsters.

TAGS: greyjedi125, spycoder9

 

Dr. Michiyo Miharu - Morning, Austin Texas
Just another day in paradise...

Strange woman who met her on the street muttered something about pushing on the door. Luckily Michiyo was too busy running to respond. Obviously, SOMETHING was wrong, or else the woman would have already had the door open. Most likely, it was jammed. It was something she was about to find out.

Michiyo slamed into the door with her full body weight. She saw something, a limb of some sort, her mind idily cataloged, go flying, and the door began to move once more. It also caused the woman who had made all of the racket to get slapped into the back, and expelled her out of the doorway, casting her out into the street.

Michiyo gave a small grin, as the woman gripped tightly to the child the shooter had been with. At least the woman was quiet now. Too bad it was too late. The feeders were closer now, many of them coming from the nearby buildings, looking for a quick snack. The sounds of their insistent moaning was annoying. Why did they make so much racket? Not like they were in pain or anything. Or maybe, it was just the hunger. Any way you looked at it, the middle of the street was not the place to be standing.


There were two obvious options: Run back inside the business building or hurry across the street to pharmacy. Either way, they risked Feeders following them into either building. She quickly ran thru her choices. The store Kichiyo had just tackled, was all glass in the front. And a revolving door. Not something she considered safe. At least the pharmacy did not have many windows. Very solid built. And a door that worked! And she did remember that she had heard gunfire coming from the other store. Not the choice for her. Michiyo quickly spun around, gesturing as she did.

"Hurry. Pharmacy safer." she stated as she ran full tilt back towards the pharmacy. She knew there had been nothing inside of there, when she had left at least. She could not say the same about the store. And the pharmacy had shelves. Could use that to block the doorway if needed. She pulled out her cleavers as she ran. Anything that got too close, was about to lose its head. If the others followed or not, she would not worry. She was not going to argue the fact. She knew far too well, what these feeders could do, and she wasnt about to give them a chance to get close. Hopefully, they could find another way out, or if not, wait them out. Either way, it was still better than being on the open streets.




Tag: spycoder9, Falcon

 

IC: Jae Martin (Revenger)
Austin, Texas - Outlaying Communities

“What now?”

Jae heard her speak. Her tone was rough and gruff, completely pragmatic and to the point. Spoken like a true survivor, but to his ears, it was music. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been this close to another human being without having to kill it, or something like it, or without wondering if he or she, whether human or feeder, was trying to kill him.

He looked at her, in her gear and weapons. So amazing. The theme song for ‘Gunslinger Girl’ came to mind just then as he gazed upon her face. Her face. When had it become smudged like that? He hadn’t noticed. Jae wanted nothing more than to reach out and clean it, but the moment his hand started moving, he caught himself and jerked back taking a step away.

Woah!! nice way to get yourself killed…Doofus! he thought admonishing himself and clearing his head. The heat inside his suit must be getting to him. They had to get away from here. Standing around like this wasn’t going to do them any good.

As Revenger, he tried to say something and speak again, but his voice box betrayed him. It wasn’t like he had forgotten how, or didn’t know how to speak. He simply needed to re-engage his vocal chords, which he hadn’t used in so very long, much like a singer warming up to sing, except in his case, it was for speech.

After he’d emitted some failed - gruff and throaty sound - he rolled his eyes inside of his mask, annoyed with himself. Letting out a sigh, he pointed with a gloved hand beyond them. That is to say, to a place where the houses were not so packed together. If they were sufficiently quiet about their passage ( Revenger was good at stealth), they could get past the main body of feeders here and take a moment to catch their breaths and their wits.

Maybe then he would unmask himself…maybe. He still needed to resupply, that was a must.

Again, he motioned towards the less crowded houses. He also pointed towards some of the low roofs and balconies they could travel along. If they moved quickly and silently, there shouldn’t be much of a problem. At leas he hoped not.

Great, now she’s going to think that you’re really ‘Snake Eyes’. Better get you stuff together, ‘Onyx Ranger’.

With sword already sheathed and hands free, Revenger crouched and motion for ‘Gunslinger Girl’ ( Yeah, that fit her much better ) to follow. From her speech and mannerism, he was getting the sense that she was one tough as nails chick. He much preferred someone like that to have is back in this situation, than a damsel in distress. Nowadays, that could get you killed.


Tag: @Heavy Isotope, @spycoder9 ( any they might happen to run into)

 

IC: Dao-ming "Sally" Leong
Outlying Suburbs, Austin TX

It seems like the swordsman had a plan, he cleared his throat to get her attention and motioned for Sally to follow, she did so. They moved quietly across the roof and began their escape.

Sally and he moved along the rooftops, alleyways, where he vaulted and lunged with ease she struggled a bit. Mostly able to keep up she began to breathe heavily and become more clumsy, fortunately if there were any feeders that heard them, they'd likely look in their direction all too late. Hopefully the ninja was looking out for them, her focus shifting primarily to be completely on keeping up with him.

TAGS: greyjedi125, spycoder9

OOC: Sorry this is just a small fragment.

 

IC: Jae Martin ( Revenger)
Austin, Texas - Outlying Communities

They ran, jumped, leaped and vaulted were necessary. Jae was used to doing 'parkour', since he trained extensively in the ‘urban sport’. Also, he was used to traveling alone. He finally looked back and saw that ‘Gunslinger Girl’ was beginning to lag behind and was breathing heavily. A pang of guilt coursed through him at not being more attentive and assuming things.

Slowing down, he waited for the gun-toting female to catch up to him as he reconned the area. The houses here were a bit further a part and had larger yard spaces than the ones clustered closer together, some distance behind. Everything was in shambles, of course, but there were also less evidence of feeder activity.

Jae picked a three story brownstone to enter. It didn’t look like any feeders were nearby, at least for the moment. He scoped the foyer and living room areas while holding up a gloved hand, instructing his new companion to wait. In essence, he was giving ‘Gunslinger Girl’ a chance to catch her breath.

Only once he was certain that no feeders were nearby and felt the area secured, did he let her venture in before he turn to her. The young man wasted no time in removing his helmet right there, quickly removed his back pack, then unzipped the front of his costume down to his waist. He kept his belt and weapon on his person.

Jae shook his head and sweat splashed off of him. His was completely drenched in it, his upper body glistening with the stuff. Methodically, he removed his gloves and freed his arms. As he did so, the expression of great relief came over his face. He took a big cooling exhale, but made no sound, as he began to breathe easier and rhythmically. The cooler air felt incredible, since it tended to get extremely hot inside his costume after extended activities.

There was no way the asian female could fail to notice the patched bandaged on his left side, right off the shoulder and on his upper pectoral muscle. It looked like a wound that seemed to be healing. The bandage needed changing, as the recent activity caused it to bleed a bit. Jae inspected it, and winced just a little, but uttered no sound. With one hand, he slicked back his longish dark hair, then coughed several times into his fist.

In effect it sounded more like he was clearing his throat, but not very loudly.

Finally, he looked up and spoke with some difficulty. His gaze was steady and penetrating and his voice was raspy still. His tone, tentative.

“…I…am…Rev..enger…*ahem*….uhrm…Thanks.”

Jae simply nodded, a sincere expression of gratitude on his face, but he did not put out his hand. They weren’t in a ‘safe zone’ yet, so it was best to keep one’s hands near one's weapons until the situation warranted otherwise.

For now, he could use a bit of cooling off. He still needed fresh water to drink and clean his wound, not to mention clean bandages. Except for breaking his own rule just now, this was just another day in hades. As it was, he was not going to let his guard down…not yet anyway.

To do so at the wrong time, would mean certain death.


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IC: Dao-ming "Sally" Leong
Outlying Suburb, Austin TX

Finally, they made their way into a house that looked rather safe, three stories might have some unpleasant surprises waiting for them, but the swordsman seemed to think it was safe as he motioned for her to follow. Entering the house Sally's breathing slowly began to even out, her blood still pumping, the adrenaline gave her limbs that familiar feeling of fatigue. Leaning against the wall closing her eyes and resting her head back she heard his backpack drop and a zipper. Sally held onto her weapon. He cleared his throat like he wanted to say something to her, but she never responded to indirect contact; she had always thought that if someone wanted to say something they should just say it. A few seconds later he did speak:

“…I…am…Rev..enger…*ahem*….uhrm…Thanks.”

"You're welcome, Rev -- " she said, opening her eyes and looking over to him, " -- WHOA, HEY!" Sally did not expect him to be half naked, she held up her hand and looked away in case he decided to undress further. "What the hell, man? I thought you were opening your backpack or something... " Her voice clear now that she had caught her breath, she tried to keep it low to avoid any attention from wandering feeders. "Look, it's cool that you're like some ninja or whatever but... " she said as she walked from the living room to the kitchen which was separated by a small bar counter, the floor had dried blood splattered on it, but there were two kitchen towels hanging on the oven's handle that were surprisingly clean. Grabbing them she walked back to the Revenger, as he called himself and tossed them to him, "but give me some warning, would ya..."

"I'm Sally," she said, continuing to block her view of him and looking away.

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IC: Jae Martin (Revenger)
Austin, Texas - Outlying Communities

This was quite embarrassing! He’d been so eager to cool off, that he’d totally neglected the simple fact, that he was actually stripping half-nekid in front of a complete stranger. Talk about a total lapse in decorum!

“Oh!..sorry…’bout..that.” he managed to stammer out. It was still a bit hard to speak, but it was easier this time around. He’d just have to keep at it. At least he now had someone to talk to, unlike before.

Not wasting any time, Jae grabbed both towels and began to dry off his head before moving down to the rest of his body.

“Thanks.” he said, sounding a bit more normal.

The towel felt good and it made him want to explore if this home still had running water. A shower would be so awesome right about now. It’s not like anyone got their utilities shut-off during the ‘apocalypse’. But still, energy and water were not as plentiful as before, especially ‘clean’ water.

“Hang on a sec, I’m almost done here…” he said, both trying out his voice, finding it was really coming back clearly, as well as letting Sally know he wasn’t trying to make her wait.

Inwardly he chuckled at the fact that she averted her gaze. He hadn’t expected such modesty from a person who had no trouble blowing holes in the heads of feeders. To ease her discomfort, Jae turned around, giving her his back for the moment, where his tattoo of akuma on the back of his right shoulder was visible.

Once he was done drying his torso, the former super sentai stunt actor stuffed both towels into his backpack, zipped up the front of his costume and clipped his helmet to his belt. This way they would be even and could see each other’s faces. It was only fair.

“Ok, you can look now”, he said as he smiled pleasantly at his fellow survivor.

With his backpack now secured, he was ready to forage ahead.


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IC: Dao-ming "Sally" Leong
Austin TX, Outlying communities

“Ok, you can look now," the Revenger assured, Sally lowered her hand back to the pistol grip of her carbine and looked him in the eyes. His smile was kind, if a bit goofy, he probably doesn't get out much... she thought, well... Out of the getup I mean.... trying to smile back though her look probably came off as more of a smirk of disbelief. Her face was somewhat 'grumpy by default,' nor was she the nicest person in the world. Even so he seemed to have good intention, definitely a better fighter than she was, but Sally will always hold to the phrase that you should never bring a knife to a gun fight. Even if that knife is a sharp sword instead.

"Do you think there'd be anything in the house we could use? It wouldn't surprise me if it's been cleaned out already," she asked. Looking around the living room there wasn't much to go by, a nice flat screen that had a big crack from one corner to the other and some dusty furniture. Other items scattered around that had no practical usage, maybe the garage would have something she herself would be interested in, after all she only had materials to make two or three more pipe bombs as she would need more pipes; if she could find the right chemicals she could make a smoker or two... The thought of firecrackers being stashed in there was exciting but highly unlikely... Sally sighed and put a hand on the outside of her pocket to make sure her Zippo was still there. Lighter fluid, that'd be good too. If they could find a convenience store or smoke shop she could get some wicks and flint. Fuses would have to come off some fireworks or from a surplus store, which were the first to be cleaned out during the chaos. She had plenty of the basics in her pack already, but more couldn't hurt, plus finding some specialty items would go a long way... Powder, too.

Being lost in thought, Sally realized Revenger probably had a few things in mind for what he would need, "we should probably check the rest of the rooms to make sure the house is completely empty," she said, "I want to check the garage for anything useful." Better tools would be nice too, pack the powder tighter for a better blast.

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OOC: Spycoder, any items or feeders we might find in the house should be your call so we don't god-mode our luck here.

 

IC: Mekaila Carlos
Austin Texas,

Mekaila watched as the other woman rammed the door forcing what ever was causing the door to be stuck to swing freely again. She shook her head as she ran up to the woman who was now hugging the child. She looked around and noticed another feeder ten feet away from them and closing in. She raised her arm and breathed in slowly as she aimed at the feeder. She pulled the trigger. The feeders head erupted as the rest of the body fell to the ground. "We have to go now, the pharmacy will be safer," she nodded towards the other woman who was now retreating to the pharmacy. "We don't have much time."

Mekaila walked behind the woman and shoved her from behind. "Follow that other woman and run. I will cover you."

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Dr. Michiyo Miharu - Morning, Austin Texas
Just another day in paradise...

Michiyo didnt stop moving. As one of the feeders came close, she heard the woman behind her let lose with a shot. Grinning, Michiyo took out the next one, using her cleaver to precisely remove its head from its neck, not even stopping to slow down. It might not kill it, but not unless it planned on gnawing on someone that fell on it, it was pretty much out of luck. Behind her, she heard the others quickly following her lead. She reached the door, and quickly opened it, and gestured for the others.

"Quickly now. We can block this door, and find another way out. At least there are no large windows to worry about." Michiyo held her stance until the woman with the gun reached the doorway. Then she quickly ducked inside behind the woman, and locked the door. She gestured to a nearby cabinet, speaking more to the lady with the gun, than the others. "We can use that to close the door, if need. It should buy us time until either they get bored, or we find another way out. And I'm not really giving much hope on option one."

Michiyo then looked at the woman and the young girl. "You guys ok? Anyone hurt?" she asked, looking them over carefully. The woman with the gun looked rather intact, What Michiyo was looking for was bite marks, or any other signs that this could get even uglier than it was at the moment.

Michiyo's eyes flickered on the woman with the guns once more, looking to see if the woman had any other ideas on the current situation.

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IC: Jae Martin (Revenger)
Austin, Texas- Outlying Communities

Jae’s smile widened despite himself and he mentally let out a sigh of relief when Sally smiled back at him. It was by no means the ‘coquettish’ smile he would get from the other Cosplaying girls at conventions, the type that denoted both a level of interest and shyness, invitation and caution. No, this was the ever-popular scoundrel’s smirk, made popular by Han Solo and many other roguish characters in geekdom.

Even still, Jae was inwardly pleased to be having a normal interaction with another human being, instead of hacking at everything that moved and threatened his very existance. He’d almost forgotten the feel of normal candor between humans.

Please God, don’t let this be some sort of trick…please, please!

Sally spoke once again, breaking him out of his reverie and affirming that she was indeed real and a regular honest-to-goodness human female.

“Do you thick there’ be anything in the house we could use? It wouldn’t surprise me if it’s been cleaned out already,” she said.

Jae agreed with a nod, he felt his hair move on his face, and for a split second, the sensation surprised him as he thought something was on his face, then he recalled he hadn’t put back on his helmet for Sally’s sake. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, it was for his own sake, as it was born from a deep seated need to socialize with someone living, like himself. He only hoped he didn’t live to regret that decision. He didn’t want to wait for the first sign of danger to put his helmet back on, by then it might be too late.

Sally moved on to scope the living room, and Revenger found himself placing his helmet back on his head. Yeah, better to be safe than sorry. God willing, there’ll be enough time to ’socialize’ later. This was not the time or place, no matter what he was feeling. He needed to remember where he was and what was at stake….and stay frosty. ‘The Revenger’ was a stoic killing machine. No need for ‘Jae’ to get in the way of his mission and get them both killed.

“We should probably check the rest of the rooms to make sure the house is completely empty.”

At least Sally seemed to be level headed enough.

“Roger that.” Revenger found himself answering her through his black protective helmet, Jae’s face was now covered by the dark warrior’s countenance.

“I want to check the garage for anything useful.”

Revenger nodded, pointed at himself with his thumb, then pointed upstairs with his index finger, indicating he would make a search of the upper floors.

The black clad shinobi waited for his new found ally to move out before he himself silently took to the stairs leading to the upper floors. Though he wasn’t too keen on separating, it was the only way to cover more ground. Besides, Sally already proved that she could handle herself and he would also be listening out for trouble. Her interest lay in the garage, while his depended on a medical kit for his wound.

Truth be told, Revenger was always expecting trouble, but he was expecting a lot of it, since he didn’t believe either of them would be easily overwhelmed if danger came, well...at least he hoped not.

With such considerations running through his mind, Revenger silently began to make his climb, listening for any tell-tale signs of danger. His sword - forever at the ready.

In the back of his mind, he was glad she had said ‘we’.


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IC: Mekaila Carlos
Austin Texas morning

Mekaila ran behind the girl and woman making a mad dash for the pharmacy. She dashed through the door as the other woman quickly locked the door behind them. She brushed her arms looking for scratches or bite marks but found none.

"We can use that to close the door, if need. It should buy us time until either they get bored, or we find another way out. And I'm not really giving much hope on option one."

Mekaila nodded in agreement as the other woman enquired about injuries. "I'm fine," she glanced at the other two with a questioning glance wondering if they were fine as well, if either of them got bit this could get tricky. "We should form a backup plan of how to get out of here quickly if the need arises. A back door would make a good escape, counting on there's no zombies hiding on the other side," she put her bag down and opened her back pack and grabbed some spare magazines and placed them on her belt. "I'm Mekaila Carlos, ex Captain of the US military," she looked up at the other woman. "What are your names?"

Mekaila glanced around the shelves noting most of them were bare. She hoped there was some aspirin left at least. If not some antibiotics and a few other meds lying about.

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Dr. Michiyo Miharu - Morning, Austin Texas
Just another day in paradise...Morning


Michiyo then looked at the woman and the young girl. "You guys ok? Anyone hurt?" she asked, looking them over carefully.
The woman who looked military nodded as she replied. "I'm fine," she glanced at the other two. So far, the mother and child had been quiet. Probably a good thing right now. The military woman continued, "We should form a backup plan of how to get out of here quickly if the need arises. A back door would make a good escape, counting on there's no zombies hiding on the other side," she put her bag down and opened her back pack and grabbed some spare magazines and placed them on her belt. "I'm Mekaila Carlos, ex Captain of the US military," she looked up at the other woman. "What are your names?"

Michiyo gave a nod back at the woman, as she more carefully scanned the none speaking lady and kid. She was looking for any bite marks, or any type of wounds on either of them. She also noted that the Captain gave a glance around the shop. Michiyo gave a sharp grin.

"Dont bother looking Captain, the '/sucking scum of earth/', um thieves have already scampered with most of the pain killers. I did manage to grab a few supplies though, if you are in need." She tilted her head slightly, as she scanned around them. "My name is Miharu. Dr. Miharu." Michiyo put one blade away, as she carried the other in her hand. She then looked over at the woman who was still clutching the kid. She didnt look like she was going to be any help. Michiyo looked around, and then back at the Captain. "I didnt really have a chance to look over the entire place. I took out one feeder that was
inside." Michiyo gave the Captain a nod. "You want to check for another way out, before those things outside, figure out how to get in?" she asked the woman, while she continued to scan over the woman and child.


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Anything written between /these/ are spoken in Japanese.

 

IC: Mekaila Carlos
Austin Texas

“I’m not in need at the moment, thank you. I just finished ransaking a drug dealer this morning and he had unopened packages of advil,” Mekaila shook her head and frowned noting the Doc was bilingual as she slipped tongue into what sounded like Japenese. “Sounds like a plan, Doc,” she agreed whispering softly, if the doc hasn’t checked out the rest of the store there could be a feeder waiting in the shadows. “So there might be other feeders lurking in here,” she hit the release on the used magazine and pulled it out gently. She placed it on the floor then loaded a new magazine and pulled back on the loader. “Let’s take a look around,” she glanced at the woman and child wondering if these two would need direct protecting. Considering all the screaming the woman did, she wouldn’t be surprised by it. “Scream once if you see anything but only once. We don’t want to attract a lot of attention in here and you’ve already attracted more attention out there then a bar offering wet t-shirt contests on Wednesday night.”

Mekaila looked towards a pair of double doors near the back of the store. “If I had to guess that’s the stock room. Usually a back door is always in the stock room where they unload the trucks. Wouldn’t hurt to take a look back there,” she pulled the bag over boths shoulders this time and lowered the gun pointing it towards the floor. “Better safe then sorry. Shall we?”

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Dr. Michiyo Miharu - Morning, Austin Texas
In the Pharmacy


The Captain response to her question was curious. “I’m not in need at the moment, thank you. I just finished ransacking a drug dealer this morning and he had unopened packages of advil.” Michiyo lifted an eyebrow at the woman, but said nothing, nothing that the woman was also frowning at her. Michiyo had thought of many ways of getting medicines when needed, but 'ransacking a drug dealer' was NOT one of them. So she simply shrugged her shoulders. But the woman seemed competent enough, when Mi mentioned checking out the rest of the pharmacy for a secondary exit. “Sounds like a plan, Doc,” she agreed whispering softly. “So there might be other feeders lurking in here.” She added. Michiyo frowned, but then nodded. "Only in rooms further back. This one is safe for now." She watched the woman reload her weapon, and the speak softly once more. “Let’s take a look around.”
"Yes.", Michiyo offered as she stood up, moving away from the woman and child. The Captain told the woman, “Scream once if you see anything but only once. We don’t want to attract a lot of attention in here and you’ve already attracted more attention out there then a bar offering wet t-shirt contests on Wednesday night.”

Michiyo gave a soft laugh at the woman's words. Least she had a sense of humor still intact. That was a good thing. More people needed that, nowadays. Michiyo would stick to her blade, unless things got tight. She had a holdback pistol, but limited shots, and far too noisy. Why go looking for more trouble? As she watched, the Captain looked towards a pair of double doors near the back of the store. “If I had to guess that’s the stock room. Usually a back door is always in the stock room where they unload the trucks. Wouldn’t hurt to take a look back there,” she pulled the bag over boths shoulders this time and lowered the gun pointing it towards the floor. “Better safe then sorry. Shall we?”

/"Hai."/ Michiyo nodded in agreement. She began to move towards the back of the store as well. What the Captain said made sense so far. At least running around with the police force she had been tasked with, had not all been in waste. The other silly woman's screaming had interrupted her while she had been collecting samples. What she would give for a good set of equipment right now. But so far, every hospital she had visited, had been ransacked, or full of feeders. Ah well. With her blade in hand, Michiyo began to scan for the doorway, hoping that the feeders were still being drawn to the other building, and that the back way would be clear.


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IC: Mekaila Carlos
Austin Texas morning

Mekaila picked up the empty magazine and planned to see if she could draw any feeders out by tossing it on the floor near the door. She followed the doc to the back of the room and quickly stepped in beside her. She put her arm out preventing the other woman from opening the door and shook her head warningly, the last thing they needed was to walk into a room where a feeder could be hiding right behind the door waiting for someone to enter. She took a few steps back and threw the magazine hard against the door. The magazine hit the door with a resounding thump then clattered to the floor.

Mekaila raised her gun up aiming it at the door waiting to see if anything would walk out. The door opened as a black and white cat walked through and meowed. I quickly scanned over the cat looking for bite marks. I glanced at the doc with a frown with a raised brow. The cat must've hid back here when the feeders entered the pharmacy. Still I waited as the cat rubbed against my leg. "Must know the difference between feeders and unaffected humans," I whispered.

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