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Post by Michael Hobbar on Dec 23, 2010 14:29:31 GMT -5
ooc. Streets near Police Station at K-7
Michael couldn't believe that his platoon was wiped out so quickly. All military discipline broke as the first infected began killing soldiers off one by one. Many soldiers who had vehicles simply took off and many on foot just tried to escape, hopefully, they all made it. Its been a couple of days and Michael had been driving around searching for survivors.
Michael scanned left and right, the streets were cluttered with abandoned vehicles and bags. Michael sighed, how did it all come down to this? Michael stopped his vehicle and turned on his radio, he had recorded a message and was listening back to it:
"This is Captain Michael Hobbar, US Army National Guard. If you are out there. If anyone is out there and receiving this message, make your way to the Police Station next to the hospital. I have food, weapons and supplies. Travel in daylight, I will be searching the streets from 0800 to 1100, back at the station, then out again at 1600 to 1800 everyday. This message will repeat on all frequencies."
Hopefully, someone out there is getting the messages. Michael looked at his watch, the face read: 10:59. The digital read out changed to 11:00 and the click made a beep. Michael sighed, he turned his vehicle into the police station and parked in front of the building. Michael opened the door of his HMMWV and walked to the front door. He propped it open. The streets were pretty safe during the day, the infected seemed to prefer the dark, or maybe it was just because humans just have less awareness at night and therefore it was more dangerous.
Michael entered the room, he had plenty of weapons and supplies from the HMMWV and hopefully, someone could arrive to capitalize on his gear. Michael sat at the door with his weapon pointed out at it and a small snack in his hand.
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Post by Matthew Cadervach on Dec 24, 2010 1:22:35 GMT -5
ooc. Coming from J-7 to K-7
Matthew was walking down the street to the Police station. He, and his friends, were guarding the intersection at the post office and hospital. Trying to buy enough time for civilians to reach evacuation points. The police were not equip nor trained for dealing with emergencies of this magnitude. Most police lines were overrun in minutes with a lack of assault weapons or anything beyond shotguns for that matter, they simply couldn't handle the flow of the dead.
He took his police pager off his belt. Only one thing waw on the pager. A blinking empty battery, indicating the pager was almost dead. He dropped it onto the ground. He was making his way to the police station as they were told to do earlier when they were dispatched. He didn't, nor had, seen any other cops, or anyone for that matter. But he could hear the sounds of the outbreak in the distance. Car alarms, fires, and the occasional gunshots, normally followed by screams.
Matthew walked in front of the police station and stared at it. He took his gun off his belt and slowly made his way into the parking lot. He hadn't died yet and he sure as hell was not going to give them the satisfaction of getting him now. He stopped and looked in squad cars, looking for anything of survival value. He found nothing, either they were already looted or other cops had beat him to the punch. Either way he didn't want to run into any of the infected with just his sidearm.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Dec 24, 2010 13:37:06 GMT -5
Michael heard someone or something walking towards the door. Michael set his snack down on a table and raised his rifle up and stood up. Carefully walking towards the door, Michael called out, "Who's out there?" Michael walked heel to toe as he passed the threshold of the door. Weapon at the ready, Michael froze and just waited for either a response or a charge; either way, he was ready.
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Post by Matthew Cadervach on Dec 27, 2010 4:11:57 GMT -5
Matthew was about 30 yards from the door when he heard someone call out. He froze, looking at the door. He saw a figuire in the doorway and since it wasn't running or shooting at him, Matthew guessed he could trust it. His pistol was about half raised as he waved his hand at the figure. "Matthew Cadervach, Brenshaw Police Department, who's there?"
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Dec 27, 2010 15:42:10 GMT -5
"Matthew Cadervach, Brenshaw Police Department, who's there?" Huy lowered his weapon to a at ease stance, no threat here, Michael was in fact rather in the Officer's station. "Come on in!" Michael called. "Is there anyone else out there with you?" Michael hoped there was, perhaps one of his men? Or just other survivors, the more the merrier Michael thought, well, Michael thought about it, as long as there was a good sized fireteam, not too many people, other wise they'd run out of provisions. |
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Post by Matthew Cadervach on Dec 27, 2010 17:36:06 GMT -5
Matthew put his gun on his belt again. He didn't want to start any trouble with this army man. He walked up to the door and shook his head. "No, I haven't seen any other humans, or not sick humans at least, since last night. We were holding a check point, then..." He trailed off. Matthew didn't think he was going to survive this. And for some reason meeting other humans made him think this.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Dec 27, 2010 18:45:10 GMT -5
Matthew put his gun on his belt again. He didn't want to start any trouble with this army man. He walked up to the door and shook his head. " No, I haven't seen any other humans, or not sick humans at least, since last night. We were holding a check point, then..." He trailed off. Matthew didn't think he was going to survive this. And for some reason meeting other humans made him think this. Michael held out his hand. "Well, welcome. I guess we'll stick together then eh?" Michael offered Matthew a snack from his MRE, part of some bread. "Not much, but I bet you're starving." Michael left the bread on the table for Matthew to get it if he so desired. Michael walked into the station and returned with a few things, some food, ammo and an Benelli M4. "If you're going to be with me, gotta hook you up."Michael held up the Benelli with his left hand, "Of course only if you want." Michael hoped a friendly jester would ensure a partnership between the two and maintain a sort of loyalty from him. Michael hoped that because he was a police officer he would have pretty high morals and wouldn't try to turn on him...too soon any ways. ooc. if you want it i'll transfer money for you to buy one. |
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Post by Matthew Cadervach on Dec 29, 2010 10:01:19 GMT -5
Matthew shook Michael's hand, it was nice to see some civility in this dark time. Matthew shook his head when Michael offered him some food. He felt sick to his stomach, given the current situation, he wasn't to surprised. He looked around the room and given its current appearance he could tell either the Police Force packed up in hurry or it had been looted.
When Michael returned with the Shotgun Matthew let out a laugh, accepting it with a smile. "This is a little more power than i'm used to, normally only get to handle the pump actions."
ooc: sure, i'd love one
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Dec 29, 2010 13:54:21 GMT -5
When Michael returned with the M4 Matthew let out a laugh, accepting it with a smile. " Last time that I held one of these, it was at a seminar out in LA, little too expensive for us here, if only if only huh." Matthew felt that if the Police Force had a couple of these the outbreak would have gone better in there favor. ooc: sure, i'd love one ooc. its not an M4 Carbine, its a shotgun =P I'll transfer the money to you after i'm done with this. Michael tossed Matt the shotgun. "Go to town with it." Michael returned to his seat, he pulled up a chair and offered it to Matthew, "So son, where were you when all this went down? Whats your story?" |
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Post by Matthew Cadervach on Dec 29, 2010 18:44:53 GMT -5
Matthew leaned the shotgun against the wall, he passed up the chair and instead leaned against it as well. "We were holding an intersection near the hospital, trying to buy time for people to evacuate, but other checkpoints fell then we got surrounded. It was terrible. After we got overrun most of the boys split up, as far as I know though i'm the only one still kickin'"
ooc: oops lol.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Dec 31, 2010 13:08:44 GMT -5
Michael nodded, it sounded a lot like his story, "Yeah. Sounds like me. We were holding out the bridge south of the city funneling the survivors from infected. Needless to say, we were overrun, some were killed, I couldn't say how many, but I know it wasn't good, I didn't see too many make it out, of course, I cut and run as fast as I could with that Humvee." Michael pointed outside at the Humvee sitting by the doorway. "Luckily, I made off with enough supplies and equipment to last me for some time."
Michael heard a crash from outside. "Fuck." He said sharply. he grabbed his weapon and ran to the door urging Matthew to do the same. He waited for a second, checked his mag, made sure it was full and ready to go. Michael's heart was racing, was it another survivor? Was it an infected? Michael called out, "Who's out there?"
No response. Michael poked his head out the door, he could hear growing footsteps, heavy, fleshy footsteps, definitely not human...anymore. Michael whispered to Matthew, "We've got Zeds incoming."
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Post by Matthew Cadervach on Jan 4, 2011 20:12:06 GMT -5
Matthew nodded weakly, he didn't feel so bad that the army fared just as bad as they did. He, at first, felt like they dropped the ball, and a lot of people died because of their failures, but if the army wasn't able to hold either. It gave him a perverse feeling of peace.
When Michael moved to the door Matthew moved behind him. The shotgun pointed towards the ground. When they got closer Matthew heard the shuffling, he knew what this meant. He raised the shotgun and pointed it towards the door. "Lets put'em down."
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