<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=117665.msg5131453#msg5131453">Quote from: Starlequin on 29-08-2011, 09:34:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">﻿<strong>Malcolm Mercer<br/>Wednesday, 7/17/11 -- 5:30 PM<br/>Two Miles SW of Raccoon City<br/>"Headed for a Breakdown"</strong><br/><br/><em>ZipZipZip</em> went the faded yellow lines on the asphault below, as Mal revved the bike's engine and the little white needle slammed against the 80mph mark. His usual lazy smile rested easy on his lips, as it always did whenever little Lucy was purring between his legs. His leathers were finally cooling off again in the open air, having picked up enough sun earlier in the afternoon when he'd stopped at a little roadside diner for lunch that they were almost cooking his limbs, and he flexed his arms to work out some of the building tension. His solid black helmet, polished smooth as glass, sat strapped on the seat behind him. Every time Mal leaned back he felt its hardness against his back and heard his father's voice. <em>'A helmet on the backseat. That's wonderful, Malcolm. It'll do you <span class="bbc_u">so</span> much more good back there than it ever could protecting your head!'</em> Mal smiled again; Henry Mercer was the only man he ever knew who could mingle sarcasm and concern in the same tone. But dammit, the day was too beautiful, and the wind smelled too sweet, felt too clean in his hair to encase his head in a shatterproof marble. So on the back it rode.<br/><br/>A dull, sputtering sound rolled off the engine as Mal eased off the throttle, and he felt the bike start shaking erraticly. "Aw, no, baby, don't do this to me Lucy! Just a few more miles, sweetheart, you can make it, don't go dyin' on me out here babygirl!" He howled against the wind, his pleas falling away on the uncaring road. It was no use; the bike bled speed until Mal was forced to slow to a crawl, stopping almost dead even with a tall green highway sign, "Raccoon City -- Two Miles Right".<br/><br/>"Dammit! I knew I should have sprung for the new fuel pump instead of rebuilding the old one," Mal muttered as he fished his cell phone out of a jacket pocket. At least he wasn't too far out of town, and McLemore's was pretty close. He flipped the phone open and punched up the local garage's number, waiting for the surly old man to pick up.<br/><br/>"McLemore's Wrecker and Tow Service, whaddya want?" A man's voice, gnarled and raspy, answered on the other end. Mal smiled and punched the air in triumph; maybe he wouldn't have to walk Lucy all the way into town after all.<br/><br/>"Still greeting your customers with your usual charm, old man?"<br/><br/>"Mercer! What the hell are you bothering me for, boy? Some people work for a living, y'know!"<br/><br/>"Ha ha, fun-nee! Listen, I'm out at the south edge of town, Lucy's gone and died on me again, and-"<br/><br/>"You're still rattling about on that death trap, you deserve whatever you get!"<br/><br/>"And I need you to send one of your boys out to pick me up; I'll handle the repairs myself, if you'll let me borrow a little space in one of your units?"<br/><br/>A hacking cough erupted on the other end of the line, lasting for nearly a minute before the old man responded. "Yeah, yeah, twist my arm, kid. I'll have Joey out there to haul your dumb ass in. Your dad can settle up with me later, the usual rate."<br/><br/>Malcolm grinned as he leaned against the defunct bike; 'the usual rate' was a bottle of single malt and a half-box of King Georges. More than a simple tow would be worth, but it was never too expensive to keep Ian McLemore as a friend. "I'll pass on the message, old timer. Now come on and send your tow-monkey out here! It's gonna be gettin' dark soon."<br/><br/>The old man grumbled something about impatient brats, and hung up without another word. Malcolm chuckled as he sat back on the bike, settling in to wait. McLemore was one of the best-hearted people he'd ever met, but it could be merry hell getting through his 'grumpy old man' facade.<br/><hr/>True to his word, one of the old timer's trucks coasted down the road not more than a half hour after Mal's call. Malcolm helped the driver (Mal assumed the man to be Joey, for he wore no nametag on his workshirt) hook Lucy onto the tow rig's trailer, and the pair rode in amicable silence into town. Not wishing to waste any more time, Mal immediately pushed his bike into a far berth and began working. After inspecting the surprisingly functioning fuel pump, it took another hour to discover the real culprit (clogged carbureutor) and another two to get everything cleaned and reassembled. By then, night had fallen snug over Raccoon, and Mal was in no mood to nightride out to the nearest roachbox motel. McLemore's crew had gone home, so Mal elected to dig out one of the old bare mattresses in the back and crash for the night. He was asleep practically before his head hit the springs.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><em><br/>The night turned into day and the first screams started to be heard outside. The sounds coming from outside seemed like a action movie. Explosions going left and right, people screaming and gunshots firing. The garage was pretty solid since it had a couple of expensive cars inside. However the screams coming from outside would wake anybody up. Soon after the screams died out and everything began to get quieter. (+12 xp for the post) </em><br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=117665.msg5131464#msg5131464">Quote from: kobrakid92 on 29-08-2011, 09:40:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He grunted, realizing that the door was locked. He took a step back and shot the hinges on the door and kicked it in. He quickly ran inside to the keypad and disabled the alarm. He let out a sigh of relief and went over and grabbed a hunting rifle and brought it out back and set it in the trunk. He put his shotgun on the roof of the car then ran back inside and came back out with another shotgun and another rifle, placing them in the trunk. He ran back in and returned with another pistol in his other pocket, and four boxes of ammo. "Almost done." He then ran back into the store behind the counter to his dad's secret gun safe. Her input the code 2357 and opened the safe to reveal an AR15 and two boxes of ammo for it. He pulled the rifle out and slung it over his shoulder then grabbed the two boxes of ammo and ran back out. He put the rifle and ammo into the trunk then slammed it shut. "Alright let's go." He grabbed his shotgun and got back into the car and waited for her to get in before flooring it down the alley. "Well that solves the weapons and ammo problem."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=117665.msg5131458#msg5131458">Quote from: Cold Heritage on 29-08-2011, 09:37:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Chris led the blonde woman around the few active zombies, taking the time to move around them and out of arm's reach. Even if they could not move much it would be better to stay out of their way. "You're doing good. Just keep it together a little longer." He said to the woman, noting that she looked a little worse now than in his apartment. Chris moved out through the front doors, moving slowly so that he would minimize the chance of something leaping out at him unseen. He chewed his lip, not really thinking he was good enough to hotwire a car, and even if he was the roads were probably jammed up so driving would not work in all likelihood.<br/><br/>"Let's go." Chris said, moving out slowly from building that they could not stay in.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The Asian woman nodded and saw two people coming out from a building, "We got two more, they are alive we need to get to them quickly". She looked over at what appeared to be a woman in a scientist dress and a huge man. Taking a deep breath she looked at the man and sighed, "What do you think, shall we go get them?"