TVP (The Mall & Atlanta City)
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				Title: <strong>TVP (The Mall &amp; Atlanta City)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PoisonousKitty</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 20:59:16</strong>
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				<div align="center">The bust was talk of the city, hell it was talk of the world. The gang members had been detain, however many civilians and officers were also lost during the attack. When news developed of the destruction of a mass drug, prostitution and weapon's trafficking was brought crumbling to their knees, the world thought nothing more than a simple relief, many letting out that breath that for so long they'd been holding. A fear that they themselves felt would now come to pass, but unbenounced to them, the terror and the horror had only just begun. The many of Atlanta fell into a slumber that many of them would never again wake from, alive that is.<br><br>Deep within the caverns of the lower end of the cities drainage tunnels a special forces team had been investigating, there could be heard the echoing's of gun shots, screams and the splatter of organs and blood. The violence that was seen through the young bitter eyes of a child, tortured and abused would never reach the surface, for the child would never remember the tortures that she had been forced to witness, memories and nightmare's wiped clean from her screaming, thrashing form, but a form at this time no longer human, but reptilian in a sense. As the moments will continue to flutter by like a horror flick gone wrong the final scramble of fingers can be heard as they scratch the drainage tunnels surface before a gut wrenching shriek is heard and then nothing, nothing, but silence and the slow patter of blood dripping from the surface of the tunnel.<br><br>Exit the horror scene back into the streets of Atlanta, where the many night dwellers have been taking their last dosage of the drug, a dosage that will in the end cause them to become the next experiment within the gang's string of violence and world wide experimentations. To someone who was normal living on the surface, they would never had thought that the terror had only begun, so they would party, drink and take the remaining pill, causing in the end their own demise. One such group held a young man still on the run, his gang affiliations well known and searched for on the streets. One of the few surviving gang members who had avoided the police up until this point. His body shiver's knowing all to well the complications of leaving the experiment "gemini" in the drainage tunnels, but knows there is nothing he can do now.<br><br>"Well... your not that hard to find after all..." the voice of an officer comes behind the man causing him to jump, however he is unable to grab the one weapon he had on him, his knife, before the cops have him on the ground and in cuffs, "You have no idea what kind of trouble your in mister!" The officer shouted as he pulled him up, possible a little to roughly.<br><br>The man's head lowered a maniacal laughter admitting itself deep within the man's throat, "and you pig have no idea what has been unleashed... this isn't the end... no this is the fucking beginning of something bigger than you could ever had imagined!" He is then shoved forward out of pub and towards the police car.<br><br>"Ya ya psycho, tell that to the judge when he gives you the death penalty for the lost civilians and officers." He then opens the door and shoves the man into the back of the car.<br><br>Staring into the officer's face eyes lost with some sick obsession the man smirks, "Oh trust me officer, your nightmare has only begun!" And oh how right the man would be. A few weeks past and things began to slowly become unsettling within the city. Many had started falling dead in their homes, for reason's still unknown, however those of the gang still alive within the prison knew all to well the situation and just sat back, silent, in wait for the appropriate time to let loose the terror. Soon the prison's along with the city would be engulfed in a horror, something that would never again be seen within a movie scream, but instead in reality in front of their eyes.<br><br>New's casts in the recent weeks have slowly begun to disappear, the terror that has slowly began to engulf Atlanta, has caused many to flee, but there are still a few within the city trying to escape. This is their story, the story of the few abandoned by friend and foe alike, who have banded together in an effort to keep themselves safe, but do their loyalties lie within each other? Or do they truly have their own dark agenda?! As they wander the city streets, and the large city mall these things will all be tested, the mentality, loyalty and physical strength of each being and where these things will land them! WELCOME TO THE VENOM PROJECT!</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TVP (The Mall &amp; Atlanta City)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 23:30:47</strong>
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				You know, at first, when shit went south, he couldn't help but express a certain amount of joy mixed in with his fear.&nbsp; It would be so exciting, he thought! Just like in the movies! And clearly, because he knew so much, he would surely survive it all.<br><br>Except real life was not nearly as glamorous as the games and movies make it all out to be. In fact, this whole thing really, really sucks, he has decided. <br><br>As it was, the young geek was laying in a hammock in the sporting goods store that was his former place of occupation, and now a fairly nice shelter for him and the few other survivors who had the idea of coming to the mall. He was quietly eating some jerky from a package, and drinking Gatorade in between bites. <br><br>Meanwhile, he was reading a book--Roadside Picnic-- which he had liberated from the bookstore in the mall. It was one of several that he had absconded with, for something to keep himself busy.<br><br>With the first floor stores having shuttered gates, and the entrances to the place being locked and blocked, and the stairwells and escalators--now dead and inoperable--being blocked up by heavy desks and the like from Ikea, he felt pretty damn safe. <br><br>Just the stock on the shelves, of food and water, could last them all a few weeks, he wagered. Maybe even more than a month. And by then, surely something good would happen, right? Some rescue team, or special forces sweeping in and finally deep-sixing all the zombies. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: TVP (The Mall &amp; Atlanta City)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 22:32:49</strong>
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				Aaron sighed, the mall had been the best idea for a place to stay, at least for a while, most people thought this for the food, the shelter, but in this situation the young police officer saw a different benifit, this perk came in the form of the old shop named "Clives ol' shooting range" the man was ex military and owned a gun shop located on the second floor, the man himself had been inside when the survivors got there, but he was dead already and Aaron had secured all the weapons and ammunition, the few children survivors had been to curious for there own good.<br><br>now sitting on the roof of the mall Aaron looked once again down the scope of his rifle, a small collection of the weapons from the store lay next to him, he did this every morning, sat up on the roof with some guns and kept a lookout, a lookout for both zombies and survivors, since they had got here, he had seen none of either "lets see if something happens today" he muttered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TVP (The Mall &amp; Atlanta City)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PoisonousKitty</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 18:13:18</strong>
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				Her mind raced, all of it trying to make sense of the situation at hand, but still not making any kind of connection out of the horror that fell upon her, let alone the blood that seemed to crust around her pale lips. Her memories were so fogged, so cluttered, that any time something came by her she would jump, terror instantly taking hold of her small thin form. Pulling the lab coat closer to her small frame, the young woman stumbled through the city streets, avoiding each of these strange wabbling creatures as she could. Some looked like ordinary people all dazed and confused, other's held a familiarity and yet some, some were just horrid, teeth grinding along their lips as she tore into the disfigured form under their legs. The scene that was playing out in front of the young female's eyes was one that made her body shake, but she couldn't turn the terror into pure adrenline or horror, no there was nothing like that that fell through the young woman's mind, but how could there, she couldn't remember anything, no home, no family, no life for that matter. <br><br>The constant hum of the heat and those two words were the only things that stuck within her mind, "Gemini... Venom..." thats all that was left, outside of that there was no emotion, no memory, but the body of the young woman knew fear, new terror and anger for those things were what enveloped her when she heard those words. It was like something inside of her remembered the motions that it went through if those two words were put into play, but how could that be? As far as she knew she was no one, someone long forgotten, possibly like these creatures here feeding upon other's who appeared to have some resemblence to them.<br><br>Gripping the left side of her head black hair gripping tightly to her cheeks and neck from sweat and blood, the young woman continued her hobble down the street, painfully unaware that she was not much different from the creatures whom tore upon the screaming helpless bodies of the living. Her mind had her moving in a direction, somewhere that would familiarize her with things, but she didn't know this, it was just suttle instinct that after several days of travel away from the drainage tunnel she'd been discovered at, that the young woman who knew nothing of her past made it to the large Atlanta City Mall. Eyes wide with fear at the amount of creatures that crowded near the mall, she wasn't all to sure why, but she feared them. Stumbling around them, as they seemingly ignored her motions, she searched. Looking for any kind of entrance... someway to get inside, she didn't know why, but she worried of being outside much longer. Unknown to her someone sat up on the roof, someone who would realize she was there, someone who may save her... or maybe destroy her.
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