Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul
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				Title: <strong>Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 05:31:31</strong>
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				He scanned the streets, the city as usual was looking pretty desolate and empty. As with all of the other places he'd been too, nature was beginning to take back the cities of the world. Roots and weeds burst from sidewalks and streets, rivers of water from busted pipes ran down the gutters and in some places, branched off to the middle of the roads. The buildings, having not been maintained in over two years had fallen victim to the elements as well. Some of the older buildings were literally falling apart, debris from the rotting husks lay strewn across the street.<br><br>He stepped off his bike, the newly lit cigarette jutting from his mouth as he looked around. Eyes snapping to the direction of a distinct sound. He watched and saw nothing, even most of the survivors seemed to have left the area for the most part. Some stuck to "safer" areas out in fields and mountainous regions where the infected were few and far between. Some preferred to group in cities, able to keep themselves safe by the fact of their sheer numbers and ammunition, that and there were more supplies in the cities for them to snag. The remaining few, like himself, spread themsevles out across the expanse of whatever land they were in, keeping to roads and backways, travelling from city to town, living off of what they could trade, steal, or just find in general.<br><br>He didn't know what brought him to New York, he'd never been here before. It was meant to be the last stop on he and Madison were supposed to take. His eyes narrowed at the thought, they'd never managed to make it before the outbreak occurred. They hadn't even heard about it, they'd kept the radio off, listening only to CD's or only talking amongst them. Then those infected, followed by the crazed lunatics that had dragged them from the car at gunpoint.<br><br>He pulled the gun from his waist holster and walked to the nearby corner store. The sun was still up so he could see amongst the broken pieces of glass and falling ceiling tiles. He plucked through the shelves of remaining food, snagging a couple more cartons of cigarettes and gallons of water. He sat down in a chair behind a desk in the back, opening a can with his knife. He spooned it out into his mouth, eating quietly as he listened to the city outside. He had learned long ago that a quiet place was just as deadly as a place where you could hear them coming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Molly Millions</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 07:04:44</strong>
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				New York...<br><br>Helena had been walking for weeks now, sleeping when she felt like it, or when her body wouldn't let her go any farther. Unlike most survivors she moved amongst the world without fear. She killed zombies for fun, and sometimes for survival. Either by sheer luck or skill or some such combination of the both she made her way. Helena had broken off of a group that had settled down days back. She refused settle down, the lure of freedom and as much murder of inhuman monstrosities as she could handle was far too much. She took to the road, hoping to find another group.<br><br>She walked through the empty streets, amongst rotting corpses, ruined cars, and debris. A bloody, chipped baseball bat over one shoulder, and a duffel bag in the other Helena was looking to score some food. So far she had half of 6 pack of beer and some beef jerky, and a pack of cigarillos, but that wasn't proper sustenance. She carried a double barreled shotgun in the bag as well, but where's the fun in that. Helena stopped in her tracks, hearing the sound of someone rustling about down the street. She unshouldered her bat and grinned, sticking a cigarillo in her mouth. "Let's hope it's a zombie, or some poor schmuck with a lighter." she whispered to herself. She continued down the road to the store and peaked in. Noticing it was indeed just a not so poor schmuck and not a walking corpse she stepped into plain sight. "Yo." she jingled the remnants of the 6 pack in her hand and smiled "Trade you for some food?" <br><br>Helena stood at 5 foot 6, a feminanine but muscular frame in a stretched out Slayer t-shirt, cut at the bottom to display her belly tattoos, one reading "ANGELWITCH" in rather large lethers. Low cut jeans with black bikini ties sticking out the sides and big blood stained boots at the bottom. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 07:12:03</strong>
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				Ashley bobbed his head to the music, tapping the steering wheel of his car as it barrelled down the open road. AC DC wasn't his favourite, but he'd managed not to get tired of it, and it made good driving music.<br><br>The heavily modified Shelby GT500 was about the only thing he'd put work into since the end of the world. Okay, so the world hadn't technically ended, but for him it was close enough. It looked, in it's current state like it had been operated upon by Dr. Frankenstein. He'd reinforced almost everything. He'd spent his time in post-apocalyptia making sure his car was nigh indestructable. It had bulletproof, double-thick windows, a solid steel frame and a deisel engine. It didn't get the speed it once did, but man, did it have mileage.<br><br>He turned off the music and slowed to a crawl as he approached the first gas station he'd seen in a while. New York. Nice place. It wasn't his first time, and he'd come with some sense of purpose. New York, as he'd heard, was a scavenger's dream. Enough Zombies that a lot of the city hadn't been touched, and enough stuff that even if there was a settlement or two inside the city, someone like him, someone who routinely killed the walking dead for fun and profit, could find anything he was looking for.<br><br>He pulled in beside the diesel pump, glad that even post-apocalypse, diesel veahicles were few and far between.<br><br>Of course, the distinctly not-abandoned bike caught his eye. He grabbed a gun from the pistol-rack mounted where his glovebox used to be. He got a Baretta 92, a 9mm handgun, but he wasn't picky. He had a 44 S&amp;W revolver, and a selection of 45 caliber glocks.<br><br>He made sure the safety was on before putting the gun in the waistband of his pants, in the front, and covering it with his shirt.<br><br>Armed, and hopefully prepared, he stepped out, walking around the car to the pump. Pumps still worked, usually being mostly self-contained.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 07:54:33</strong>
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				The instant he heard movement, no matter how deliberate it was the gun was aimed at the doorway. He could tell by the sounds that it was a person, an immune, but sometimes they weren't any better than the infected. Immunes in this day and age were known to be vicious, and willing to kill for even the slightest bit of any tradeable product. Sure enough a woman, looking no worse for the wear than him, strolled into the room like she owned the place.<br><br>His desert eagle he rested down on his lap, his hand still around it, he was no fool. He gave her an appraising look before pointing at a nearby large box of matches that lay on the end table next to her.<br><br>"No, I have no food I'm willing to trade, but this store has a few bits of food I'm sure you can scrounge up, or find yourself a trading group, because I'm not one."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 08:10:17</strong>
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				Slowly walking along the pedestrian walkway over the Brooklyin Bridge, Abigail Knight stayed alert for anything moviing,Zombies or not. Packs of wild dogs were a problem, as were zombies, but worse were other people.Zombies would just kill you, but people could do a lot worse to you, and wild dogs would eat anything that was flesh.Luckily there werent too many of them around, and she would worry about zombies 24/7.<br><br>She wore camoflage pants, patched up in parts, US issued army boots, a cut off tshirt in the same us camo pattern, and a north face jacket that she had found in a camping store just outside of Chicago. A pair of ski goggles and a beanie completed her post apocolyptic look.<br><br>Armed with an M16A2, twin Walther p99 pistols on her hips, a hockey stick and a crossbow pistol, which was in her hand, she walked until she reached the city proper.She had left her RV in Brooklyn, where it was safe, but she could still drive it over the Bridge if she had to if she found something worth driving over for. The RV had a full tank of gas, filled up in Brooklyn an hour ago, and the same gas station had enough of what an RV's engine needed to keep it going for a while yet.<br><br>Staying alert, she moved through the lower city, her ears peeled for any sounds of humankind or zombiekind. She followed her map of the city, and headed for one of only about two service stations that were in New York.Strange that it should only have two in total, but the world was full of such oddities, one such oddity was that she was immune to a zombies bite, handy as she had been bitten by her transformed father, who she had to shoot with her own service weapon so many years ago.<br><br>She walked calmly and casually, but with her crossbow pistol in her hand, past rusted car after rusted car, cop cars, barricades,put up by the last police in a vain attempt to contain the outbreak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Molly Millions</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 18:59:20</strong>
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				She walked over to the corner of the counter and lit a match from the box. "I didn't mean a literal trade." she lit the tip of her cigarillo. "But since you've made it clear you'd rather sit around all dark and moepy rather than make a bit of conversation.." she set the beer on the counter and took a can from it. "More beer for me." Began moving throughout the isles, sweeping empty boxes off the shelf with her bat. Finding a can of beans she walked back to where Tyler is seated and hops up on the counter, placing her bag next to it and her bat on top of it. She took her knife out of it's sheath and opened the can after a few minutes of struggle. Helena cracked her beer open and looked over the counter at the man she had just met. She just sized him up for a bit, eating her beans and drinking her beer. Whe she was finished with the bean she tossed them over her shoulder and swiveled round so that she was facing him. "Let's talk, yeah? I'm Helena, what's your name."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 00:40:41</strong>
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				Idly chewing on some beef jerky of her own, she peered into the cars as she passed them.Most were empty, as their owners had abandoned them during the last great rush hour, as she had called it.<br><br>After checking one such cop car, she checked the glove compartment and found a box of shotgun shells.After checking them over, she put them into her bag and continued walking.After about an hour, she reached the first service station and looked through it. On a whim, she called out,"Anybody here", and listened to its echo through the city.<br><br>The planet was reclaiming the city, one street at a time.She had watched a show on cable, that showed what woudl happen if humans were removed from the Earth at once.The scene in front of her was exactly like what she had seen on that show.We thought we were so smart, but very little of what we built will last the test of time,she thinks to herself.
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 06:12:07</strong>
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				Derrick stared out the window of the apartment. It was way too quiet for New York City, "The city that never sleeps". Yeah, right. He grabbed his bag and walked down the stairs and out the door to see a huge billboard that once lit in random colors but now it only showed black. He adjusted the strap on his bag and walked down the streets. He wasn't like anyone else. He didn't have weapons or a massive knowledge of guns. He was a nerd and his knowledge was of one thing, computers. <br><br>His laptop was firmly in his bag as it swung with each step he took. He picked up a iron rod that once held up a sign but for now it would be used as a blunt instrument that could be used to beat zombies. If his knowledge was correct, zombies hated blows to the head and that's what he planned to do.<br><br>His steps were loud when he stepped on some glass. He froze in place to see shadows inside of a store. His mind started to race with options as his breath became fast. Fight or flight. Out here, there was no flight, only fight or die. Slowly, he crept to the shop window and peered in. The shadows were people. His breathed slowly as he stepped around the corner. <br><br>"Survivors, I'm assuming?" Derrick said, as he stepped into the doorway. He pushed his black glasses up his nose and examined the people. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 06:24:35</strong>
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				He watched her strut around the place, his gun still resting carefully in his hand. He'd met people like her before, people who didn't care for order before all this, and loved the world as it was now, completley chaotic. She screamed of it practically, and that made him more watchful than anything else, they were always an unpredictable bunch.<br><br>He only eyed her as she introduced herself, lighting a cigarette as he spoke curtly, "Tyler, and I'm not interested in conversation."<br><br>He leaned back in his chair, his grip seeming to relax when in reality he was ready no matter what she did. He hadn't survived through hordes of infected, and rabid humans to start trusting her even the slightest just because she hadn't done anything yet. His attention had gone down for a person once, and he'd spent the few weeks after that nursing a wound that had almost been fatal if he hadn't reacted as quickly as he did.<br><br>He had been lucky in the sense that he'd noticed something between the immunes. Even being immune, being bitten or having direct contact like that with the infected, often had effects on those bitten or scratched. They were often faster, and better equipped to deal with hordes and other fighting scenrios. He'd had time to notice that as time went on, the more injuries a person received from the infected, often times the greater effect it had. Some who had been practically ravaged multiple times were at times inhuman when they got worked up. His previous injuries two years ago had brought on an increase of his reflexes and senses.<br><br>His gun snapped up at the sound of another person levelling on the person, "lovely, a new addition."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Molly Millions</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 06:38:18</strong>
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				She put the bat behind her shoulders and twisted her body, just wasting time. "Well good, then we're getting somewhere..." she puffed away on her cigarillo, looking for anything interesting in the store. Most people didn't react this way to her, so she wasn't sure how to react back. Maybe unwind, let off some steam and start smashing some shit. It'd been a while since she'd gotten to bury her bat into much of anything, it'd probably do her well to-<br><br>She turned quickly twords the sound, maybe even as quick as Tyler, but all she could do is extend her bat outwards twords the new figure. "Oh shit, look at this."<br><br>Helena lowered her bat and walked right up to the new arrival rather confidently. She studied him up close, looking for weapons without touching. <em>Glasses</em> she thought <em>Must be smart</em>. She gnawed on her cigarillo. "Hnnn... let's get aqainted, I'm Strelok." She pointed the bat to the man hunched behind the counter. "He's Tyler, I guess, but he don't talk much. But I do, so I hope you're in a talkin' mood." She walked around him, studying him like a predatory animal, bouncing her bat off the tip of her boots with each step, making a <em>tok</em>-ing sound as she went. "You got a name, pal?"
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 07:01:25</strong>
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				Derrick eyed the woman walking towards him. He didn't make any sudden movements and he suddenly felt like a lamb about to be eaten by a lion. He clinched his bag tightly as she circled him like he was prey. He tried to keep his voice steady but it squeaked when he spoke.<br><br>"Derr-ICK" he said squeaking but catching himself. "Derrick is my name. I'm unarmed except...my computer." he said watching her. He looked over at the man sitting on the counter as almost wanted to plead for help. "I can talk as long as you don't eat me" he said sounding sarcastic, which was an accident. 
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				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 15:01:22</strong>
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				From what she can tell, this particular gas station has been stripped of just about everything, even the back room has been stripped bare. Sighing, she looks deeper in one of the fridges, that were once full of drinks, and spies a bottle of water right at the back.<br><br>Smiling, she reaches in and snags it. "Looks like your it, all that the hordes havnt touched", she says, then opens it up and drinks from it.The water was still good, it was just the plastic that had a use by date, after all. Leaving the now empty gas station,she kept a ready eye out and her finger on the trigger of her crossbow pistol.<br><br>Glancing down at the map after finishing the water, she puts the empty bottle in her bag, then stops as she hears low voices ahead, two, maybe three of them, she cant tell.<br><br>"Hmm, do they want what I have, or are they friendly.Better to shoot first, to be safer is better than sorry",she says to herself,words that have kept her alive so far, then puts away her crossbow pistol and unslings her M16A2. Checking it, she chambers a round, then holds onto it and steps out onto the street again.<br><br>Inching closer,she walks as she was trained to, slow and pacing herself, ready to shoot at anything that threatened her person. Stepping into the doorway of the corner store, she sweeps the open area with her weapon, but doesnt fire.No sense wasting bullets or making enemies unnecessarily.<br><br>"Well, this is a sight, all thats missing is some music, condoms, some jocks and a keg and we have a party going", she says cheerfully and lowers the barrel of her weapon, but keeps it in her hand in case any of them decide that they prefer her dead. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 15:46:18</strong>
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				He barely gave the boy a glance as he stared at Tyler for help, this was his problem, not Tyler's. Stupid kind shouldn't have just walked in on people like that. Nevertheless he was sticking around for the unhinged biker chick to decided after she was done that she was going to move in on him, he really didn't like killing people, seemed a waste of bullets and survivors to boot. He stood up, grabbing his bag and swinging it over his shoulder.<br><br>He moved to walk out when another woman appeared, wisely with a weapon raised. Tyler sighed and nodded curtly, "if you wish to join the fun little clusterfuck in their, be my guest, I on the other hand, am out of here."<br><br>He strode across the street, ignoring the fact that that had been the first real human contact he'd had in a long time, weeks even, close to several months. He didn't really care for people, they were selfish, back stabbing, and narcissistic animals that only served themselves and their own, sometimes not even that. He tied the bag to his bike, bending down to check over it, sighing again as he realized that he had to change the oil.<br><br>He walked to the nearby gas station and plucked some of the remaining containers from the shelf and walked back to his bike. He poured the oil in carefully, planning to refuel it as well before he made his way out of there. All the while, his ears were trained to listen carefully to the surroundings.
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				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 16:04:34</strong>
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				She wasnt sure what sort of reception to expect.She had encountered many people, some were helpfull, some were hostile, and some were inbetween.Still others, like Tyler, had had it with humanity and just wanted to be alone.<br><br>Even though he had said only two sentences to her, he reminded her of her father, before he had turned and she had to shoot him.She hadnt met anyone quite like him and wasnt prepared to let him just go.<br><br>After letting him get a good lead, she approached him, but kept a bit of distance between them in case he got hostile.<br><br>"Let me guess, you dont like contact.All ive had for the last 2 months is the company of my own voice.Do you hate other people that much", she asks him as she doesnt want him to just vanish.She had talked her own father out of a lot of his dark patches.Perhaps she could do the same for Tyler.<br><br>"That bike doesnt look like its had a service in a while. I could help you with it if you wanted.All I would ask for is your company", she asks him as he doesnt pretend to be something he's not, and is honest, which is saying something for the world that they're living in now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 17:48:09</strong>
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				Ashely was leaning against the side of gas station, just by the rear, away from the road, so he could watch the bike. The whole situation seemed strange and interesting. Someone with an RV had shown up, that was new, and now the store across the street was showing signs of life.<br><br>Of course, it was easy to tell who the real survivors were. RV girl was too, enthusiastic, to readily communicative for the new world. In post-apocalyptia the helpful perished while the dangerous thrived. Simple. He happened to be dangerous, though mostly to Zombies, not that he hadn't had his share of run-ins with survivors who weren't very happy to meet him, or too happy to meet him, the latter being the more violent surivor groups and the former being the more sheltered.<br><br>He wasn't really prepared to change his policy, but it seemed like letting the whole assembly move further into the city, especially the man with the bike, who he had a feeling was probably one of the more dangerous vistors the outskirts of New York was having, would be a bad idea. Though, he'd found that a lot of problems had a firey and simple solution, no need to kill them, just scare them off. After all, blowing things up was usually a raider trademark.<br><br>He walked back into the darkened station, using the propped-open back door, not really disguising the noise he was making anymore. He grabbed one of the flares behind the counter, and a large can of lighter fluid. He knocked the cap off and sprayed it around. It was a shame to lose the station, but then, the end of the world was a harsh mistress, and besides, it wasn't as though he was going to stay in the city long enough that he'd need to come back. He walked out the front door, the lighter-fluid can in right hand making a trail of highly-flammable liquid behind him.<br><br>He stepped into his car, and started the engine. The loud start-up was bound to attract attention, but he didn't mind.<br><br>He popped the flare and tossed it in the direction of the station. That done, he closed the car door and pulled out onto the road, the pump that he'd left in popping out of the gas tank and hitting the pavement even as the fire consumed the station. Of course, with the pump still going, a rather rapid flow of gasoline was pouring out onto the pavement. It would only be a few moments before it met with the burning lighter-fluid line leading from the station.<br><br>"Sorry to disturb the love-in," he said, under his breath, as he turned back on the AC DC. He found co-operation in the wasteland that was earth...touching, but still, the last thing he needed was a bunch of immune, armed, survivors roaming around New York with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Molly Millions</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 18:36:44</strong>
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				Helena watched the pair walk off and simply stood beside Derrick, not sure what to do next. She turned to him in the few moments of silence. "So you a computer guy or.... what." As soon as she heard the engine from the Shelby she ran back to the counter and grabbed her bag and tossed it over by the door. She dropped onto her knees and took out her shotgun, cracking it open and checking that both barrles were loaded. She pointed her free hand at Derrick and then down behind her. She peered out from the store's front door to the situation brewing and waited.
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 22:03:49</strong>
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				Derrick nodded. "You could say that..." he said watching her. He stepped behind her when she pointed and looked at the person lighting the gas. "Who the hell is that?" he asked. 
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				Post by: <strong>Molly Millions</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 22:30:01</strong>
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				"No clue, but if we're lucky we won't find out." She watched the trio, trying her best to stay hidden.&nbsp; "So... where are you from?"
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				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 23:33:06</strong>
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				Turning her head as she heard the sound of the engine, she knows that sound, as her first boyfriend had one. "Shelby GT500,a bit different, but...", she said more to herself, then saw the actual car itself.<br><br>"Whoever it was had been watching them, and had no interest in associating with them.Still something wasnt right. Backing away as she has a bad feeling, she turns to Tyler. "Move the bike, and quickly", she says, then backs away from the gas station and takes cover behind a sturdy looking national guard APC.<br><br>Her sixth sense says that something bad is about to happen, something big, and she doesnt want to be close to the gas station when it happens.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 00:17:49</strong>
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				"Look," he responded curtly, "I'm not here to babysit you, or watch your ass, keep to yours-"<br><br>He stopped a moment before she spoke about moving the bike, she wasn't the only one that had heightened intuition. His eyes snapped back and forth, following&nbsp; a bike with a lone figure on it, it was then the through a window he saw the smallest flicker of light that was gone as soon as it had appeared. It was then that his nose picked up what he had worried it had been.<br><br>He moved quick, flipping the bottle of oil onto the ground and grabbing her by the wrist, "that's not going to work honey, that gas station still&nbsp; has plenty in it."<br><br>He all but flipped her onto the bike as he flipped the ignition on and kicked the bike into gear. He gunned the bike, tearing along with the woman on the back, and if she was smart, she was finding a way to hold on. He weaved around the debris with ease, tunneling through the water that was running along the streets. He was thankful for the modifications that he had traded for over a month ago, it had greatly increased the speed of the bike, as well as other components.<br><br>As he had predicted the gas underground was still plentiful, and lit up like an engorged cherry bomb. The explosion sent a shockwave that knocked into the Tyler, but barely moved him at the distance he moved at. He stopped the bike as the roar of the explosion met his ears, watching the column of fire shoot up into the sky, carrying chunks of metal and the ground with it into the air. The nearby buildings, even the ones this far were crumbling worse from the shockwave, falling debris collapsed onto the ground around them.<br><br>He kicked off the bike and stared down the street, whoever that guy was who he knew had set that explosion to it's inevitable conclusion, he was sure was going to stay in the city for awhile, and Tyler hoped he'd meet him. He didn't take well too people attempting to kill him, it was then that his eyes flipped over to the woman he'd grabbed.<br><br>"You good with bikes? Let's hope so, you can fix this up because I just saved your ass, now let's go before the noise attracts a horde."<br><br>With that he was back on the bike and driving off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 00:48:46</strong>
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				Standing on the horizon, Alicia watch dust being kicked up, too much for one vehicle. She slid into the front seat of her own Black H2 and put it in drive, heading towards the dirt. Her mp3 player blasted Bullet For My Valentine song, helping her prep for the up coming encounter. The problem with living is post apocolyptia was not just zombies, but humans as well. <br><br>As she came closer to the actually location she watched the Shelby GT500 pull out and couldn't help but smile. That had been her dream court... well in a sorts. A 67.5 Shelby GT to be exact. Her smile froze as she watch a yellow flare drop from his window, onto the grounds of the gas station. Right after it's departure came that of a motorcycle. An RV was parked outside as well. There were too many people here. And the bastard in the car had basically condemned them all to death. She shad no choice but to slam on breaks watching as the explosion rocked the ground and the buildings next to it. No doubt about it, the noise would attrack any zombies in the area. leaving her car on she jumped out and slammed the door.<br><br>5'6, short brown hair hidden by a black fedora. She wore a black leather jacket and had a Benalli 84 slung over her shoulder. She checked and loaded it, slipping it a special holster on her back and making sure all her extra ammo was packed. She walked away, looking back at the truck. To do her double checks. The wasn't worried so much about it being stolen. If some one did try to hot wire the car the fuel tank would drop out, a present from an old friend. No, it was more caution than anything. Couldn't have too much in the world they lived in.<br><br>She rushed into the building her gun pointed at the two still inside. "Friend or Foe?" She asked. Not really that she had time, but she had no use for helping someone who would turn around and kill her later.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 01:25:40</strong>
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				"Ohio, I was here for school when this all zombie thing happened. <br><br>Derrick jumped at the woman's words. "I'm not a zombie I swear!" he shouted stepping behind Helena again. "What is up with everyone and guns?" he asked innocently. He did have anything to defend himself but the metal rod. Derrick looked the new woman up and down. "I'm Derrick, I mean you no harm, I'm just a hacker nothing more."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 01:58:28</strong>
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				The streets were surprising clear as Ashley made his way deeper into the city. It seemed like the city was still mostly intact, given the general lack of plants to break up the buildings in downtown. He imagined Central park had likely gotten signifigantly larger, but with only two years since the sudden, violent, decline of humanity it hadn't all been wiped away just yet.<br><br>It wasn't hard to imagine where Zombies would be heading, especially when he could still see the plume of smoke in his rear-view mirror. Of course, moving Zombies meant more active Zombies, and that meant even in the light of day, it would much more dangerous, still, the farther away from his daily allotment of destruction, the better, settled Zombies tended not to move around so much, and therefore, tended to ambush one less, in hoards, then large groups on the move.<br><br>He never had the fierce hatred for them that most humans seemed to have developed. Though, he supposed the fact that he hadn't had any family members try to eat him during the initial outbreak help. He took solace in the fact that his parents were probably still at his home, though considerably worse for wear.<br><br>"Now," he said to himself, "if I were a bank, where would I hide?"<br><br>He laughed, and slowed down, pulling up to a Zombie who'd wandered out into the street, likely because of the sound of his engine.<br><br>"Could I trouble you for directions?" he asked, rolling down his window, and firing his 9mm from his lap as the Zombie gave a low moan, causing the mangled former human to collapse to the pavement.<br><br>"New Yorkers..." he said to himself. He laughed again and drove on. He imagined the marble-stepped building, with pillars, that said, 'New York Savings and Loan,'&nbsp; was probably the right place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 02:18:53</strong>
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				She lowered the gun, and motioned towards the door.<br><br>"Look kids, we gotta go. This place won't last too long without catching on fire, and that sound has probably attracted every zombie within a 10 mile radius." She headed towards the door, motioning for them to follow her, her eyes catching site of the first flicker of unlife. About ten zombies, coming out of the buildings surrounding them. Far enough away for them to make it to her car.<br><br>"Get in." She told them swinging in the front seat and waiting for them to get in as well. She locked the doors and pulled on her seat belt, quickly through the car into reverse and speeding off down the road. At her rear view she could see more and more corpses dragging themselves out towards both the fire and the movement.<br><br>The road ahead was full of them, and push plowed right threw them all, a little peeved that she'd have to wash blood&nbsp; from her car.<br><br>"She turned to the girl, a have grin on her face." You any good with that thing, cause it looks like we may need it."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 14:21:07</strong>
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				Hiding behind the sturdy looking APC,&nbsp; she's sure that its enough to shield her from the inevitable fireball thats about to erupt from the gas station.&nbsp; She doesnt have time to try to save the gas station, as much as she wants to.She cant survive this apocolypse if she's dead, after all.<br><br>Huddling behind it, she's surprised as Tyler pulls her out and onto the back of his bike. "You're sure", she cries to him as he tells her that even staying behind the APC isnt enough to save her, then ends the conversation and wraps her slender arms around his waist as he starts up the bike and accelerates away from the soon to be destroyed gas station.<br><br>The roar of the explosion and the heat wave from the fireball shocks even her. It was like being near a powder magazine, only more localised. She closed her eyes and held her breath as Tyler roared ahead of the heat wave, and stops only when they're out of the heat and blast radius.<br><br>She watches from his bike as several of the nearby buildings sway from the blast, causing debris to fall from the shockwave, but none are near her RV, of that she's sure.For better or worse, that RV is her home, and she'll keep it for as long as she can.<br><br>Opening her eyes only when he talks to her, she lifts her head up and glances around.<br>"That bastard tried to kill us. I'll put a bullet in him if I see him again.All that gas..just gone, gone", she cries, furious at the attempt on their lives, as well as the destruction of an important post apocolypse resource.<br><br>"Yes, im very good with bikes, I had one of my own. I could fix Hummers and APC's. I think I can handle a bike",she says, then draws her left pistol as two zombies stumble out of a nearby minivan and stumble towards them.<br><br>Aiming one handed, she puts two bullets into the forehead of each zombie. Holstering her pistol, she wraps both arms around him again. "Ok, lets go", she tells him, then holds on tight as he drives off with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Molly Millions</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 16:13:52</strong>
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				As soon as the door opened on the car she grabbed Derrick by the arm and ran to it.<br>Helena looked at the gun in her hands. "Nope, but sometimes I get really lucky."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 16:54:56</strong>
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				"Well, roll down the window and start shooting." She told her. She pulled the .45 from it's holster and rolled down her own window, taking out those getting in her way. Before they were free of the main horde she had went through full&nbsp; clip, and once the heat went down she began looking for a place for them to hold up in.<br><br>"The guy in the Mustang, he lit the station on fire. He tried to kill you." She flipped the safety on her gun and let it fall into her lap. She scanned the area, her eyes&nbsp; narrowing as he saw the car from earlier. "Well, well, well, speak of the devil." She sped past and parked on the side of the building.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 23:02:35</strong>
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				Derrick got pulled into the car with her. "What the hell?!" he yelled as he was pushed in. He looked out the window and saw a big group following them. "Holy shit!" he said sitting back down. His mind started to race with what the manual said to do when seen by a horde. <br><br>"We need to find a building or something to hold up in until we figure out what to do. They don't seem intelligent....yet so they won't be able to get to us." He said pulling out a laptop and starting it up. "I think I have a map of the city...I could find a secluded spot to settle in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 00:29:18</strong>
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				Ashley had always found it odd how some Zombies just never left the place they died in. Sure, after a Zombified town had formed into a hoard pretty much everyone was out of place, but, he'd always found those rare gas-station attendant Zombies interesting. He'd even found one still behind the counter, bandage still on his minor wound to the hand.<br><br>The bank gave him a feeling just like that, likely evacuated before work had started, and therefore, everything was in its place, neat and tidy.<br><br>Except, of course, for the janitor Zombie stumbling towards him. He didn't even bother pulling out his gun, instead, ducking a grabbing hand, and twisting the Zombie's arm, which prompty came off in his hand.<br><br>"I," he said, swiping the Zombie's legs out from under it with the severed arm, "don't," and then dropping the limb and leaning down to grab the Zombie's head, "like," he pulled and twisted with a sickening snap, "being eaten..."<br><br>He held the head up, before tossing it aside and walking further into the bank. He flexed his arm, bandage still showing a bite-pattern of blood marks.<br><br>"Thats new," he said absently to himself, remarking at his own apparent increase in strength. It was an odd pehnomenon, that. After the world had pretty much degenerated into chaos he'd met a scientist, going back towards the more heavily populated areas, while he was moving away. The man had told him that the infection was heavily competetive, even with other diseases, so, as it turned out, just about the only thing one could get from Zombies was the Zombie infection, and that, he knew he was immune to. A handy bit of information, he supposed, especially given that it explained why he hadn't been sick since he'd had his very first bite.<br><br>He hopped the counter, moving towards the manager's office. Naturally the end of society meant that valuble took on a whole different meaning. Food, drugs of almost any kind, and other medical supplies were always the most sought after, ammunition was up there, it had really skyrocketed in value, but it was one of those things that people never traded unless they had plenty to spare.<br><br>So, he supposed, that his trip to the bank might've been a little bit out of the ordinary, but then, he knew a few things that most people never thought about. So, instead of heading straight for the nearest pawn shop, or gun store, which would no doubt be very nearly cleared out, he went to the bank. However, it wasn't the main vault he was heading for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 08:13:04</strong>
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				As he drove he spotted movement up ahead, a row of zombies were pouring out of the side alleys, obviously drawn by the sound of the explosion. He was so going to have to kill that kid from earlier.<br><br>"Fuck," he growled as he stopped the bike, sliding it sideways. Stepping off the bike and grabbing the pistols he had strapped to the side of the bike, his Desert Eagle on his hip. He glanced back at the woman, he couldn't really bother to remember her name, "hope you're good with those, looks like they've got a couple of Beasts with them, and a Brain with them too."<br><br>It figures, Beasts were fast, and strong at that. Able to climb, leap and tear at rapid speeds, they had to be taken out quickly otherwise they tore the hell out of your innards. A Brain meant they were organzied, they were the closest thing to a leader that infecteds could have, and they were pretty clever creatures for being mindless eating machines.<br><br>"Get the Brain, the Beasts I'll take care of myself."<br><br>Almost as if they had understood him, the Beasts suddenly leapt up into the air, driving ahead of the rest of the group. He counted four of them, more than enough to take them down easily, but Tyler wasn't an inexperienced fool. He aimed a pistol at the closest one who took the bait and jumped up, right into the path of the bullets he had fired with the other, it dropped onto the ground, dead before it hit with a sickening sound. He dodged nimbly back as another landed where he had been, he drove the Beast back with a kick and planted the pistol into his forehead and squeezed the trigger.<br><br>He pedalled backwards as the remaining duo charged him, rolling to the side he snapped his head up at the woman, "go. Now!"<br><br>He spotted the closest one pouncing, and he knew he wouldn't have time to move. He only crouched as it pounced, driving his feet upwards as he went down and continued it's momentum forward. It drove into the wall behind them, he twisted on the pavement and rang off two more shots into it's struggling skull. <br><br>He only had a moment of peace before he grabbed a nearby long metal pipe and stopped the next one's claws that had landed on him trying to finish the man. He darted his gaze from side to side, then wretching the bar from it's grip, he clocked it with the bar in the chin, knocking it back. He leapt up swiftly and drove the bar down into it's twisted face.<br><br>He sighed as he wiped the blood from his face and picked up his gun, glancing over to see how the woman had done so far before moving to finish the remaining horde.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 16:02:47</strong>
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				She was angry at the shitstorm that the maniac had started, and had conveniently escaped, leaving them to deal with his mess.<br>She held on tightly as his bike slid sideways and stopped at last. Hopping off the back of the bike, she now wished she had brought along her M16A2 with the underslung 40mm grenade launcher attached to it. True, she only had about three grenades left, but still, it would cause carnage through the zombie ranks when they went off.<br><br>She was familiar enough with Beasts,after all, she had encountered them several times.The last time was two months ago in what was left of Orlando. She had nearly fallen to their teeth and claws, and it had cost her the last of her C4 explosives to kill them. She hated them with a passion.<br><br>Not worrying too much about Tyler for the moment, she drew both pistols and ran away from him as he dropped the first two beasts, to let him focus on the beasts and track the brain down. Very few zombies turned into brains, and those that had needed to be taken out and quickly.<br><br>Racing to the building that they had entered from, she fired both pistols into the zombies that got in their way, and most of her shots were head shots, which dropped them with one shot. As both pistols emptied, she reloaded, then unslung her M16A2 from her shoulder and advanced down the alleyway.<br><br>The brain was down this way, inside the building, she was sure of it. Approaching the open door, she slowly inched it open, then pulled the pin on a grenade and tossed it in as she heard famliar slow footsteps, that only zombies make. Quickly closing the door, she takes cover behind a dumpster as the grenade goes off, then rushes out once the smoke clears from the now destroyed doorway.<br><br>Stepping in, she sweeps the area, and finds the zombies that she heard in peices around her. The few that managed to avoid the main shredding effect of the grenade writhe a bit. Finishing them off with head shots, she slowly walks deeper and drops two more zombies that walk towards her with head shots. Kicking open a door leading to the managers office on the ground floor, she bites back a cry as a heavy form leaps at her and pins her to the floor.<br><br>Bringing her knees back, she flips it over her head and spins with her pistol drawn to finish its undead life with a double tap to the head, then slowly walks in to see the brain sitting in the former managers chair, in front of his desk.<br><br>Hiding her fear as it cackled and stared manically at her, she didnt approach him. Instead, she aimed her M16 at her and emptied her clip at it. Her bullets ripped through its chest and neck, and took its head off from the force of her bullets.<br><br>She actually felt good until she found her escape route through the alley blocked off by more zombies. Thinking fast, she ran for the stairs and ran up to the first floor. Unable to see any here, she&nbsp; pushed one of the desks through the closest wide pane window to break it, then jumped down as gently as she could onto one of the parcked cars outside, left there by a long dead employee,probably one of the ones that swarmed out before. <br><br>"Oww, I'll be feeling that tomorrow", she said to herself even though the fall hadnt hurt her that much, then hopped off the roof of the car and reloaded her M16.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 16:27:59</strong>
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				Alicia nodded at Derrick, opening her door and grabbing her gun. She was going to go after the guy who'd tried to blow them up, try to find out why he did it. She turned and looked at both of them, turning off the car and locking the doors.<br><br>"I'm leaving you guys in here. There's another Bennali under the seat as well as an ak47. If you get into trouble use them. Don't open the door for anyone." She started to shut the door and paused, pulling it back open again. "Oh, and if you try to hack or hot-wire this car, the fuel tank will drop out so....please avoid trying to steal it." She gave them a cheeky grin and closed her door, heading through the side door of the large bank.<br><br>She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small silencer, screwing it on the end of her .45. If she did get attacked by a zombie she didn't need her pray knowing she was in the building. She crept forward, slowly pushing a door open, shining a small pin light inside. Nothing in that room. She kept trying, moving down until she reached the main hall of the building, the place where most of the money exchanging had taken place.<br><br>She looked around the blood splattered floor and saw the dismember body parts of a zombie, his body still twitching on the floor. Broken neck, but it didn't stop his mouth from moving. She put the barrel of her gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger, watching his brains fly out against the floor beneath him. She looked down around the body and noted a small trail of bloody footsteps leading behind the counter, at least she was going the right direct.<br><br>She hopped the counter, following the trail, which seemed to be leading back towards the manager offices.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 19:28:36</strong>
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				Ashley had pretty much torn the room apart. The offices were pleasantly Zombie free, and he was currently pacing around the office.<br><br>"Oh come on, I blew up a god-damn gas station for this..." he said to himself, kicking over a filing cabinet in annoyance. Despite the fact that his destruction wasn't exactly rage-induced, he was still frustrated by its ineffectiveness, that was, of course, until he saw what he'd just done.<br><br>"Well hello, beautiful," he said, getting close to the hollow behind the cabinet in which a small wall-safe was set.<br><br>He walked back over to the tools he'd brought with him, whisting the tune of Danny Boy. He pulled out a drill, with a fairly heavy, but narrow,&nbsp; bit. Cordless, but with a few extra batteries.<br><br>"Oh Danny...." he started, pushing the drill bit to the safe door, and starting it up, "boyyyeee!" he yelled, over the sound of the drill, "the pipes, the pipes are ca-all-ing..."<br><br>It was precisely at that moment that a silenced shot went off in the lobby, something he almost certainly would've heard, were it not for his own, not terrible, singing, and the drill in his hand.<br><br>It only took him a few minutes to crack the safe open, another skill he'd learned in post-apocalypse 101, the school of hard knocks, and...man he hated rhyming. He pulled the small safe open, and found what he was looking for. The safety-deposit master keys, and vault codes. He tossed the papers, vault codes, and all, into the duffell he'd brought in with him, and put the drill back, slipping the keys into his pocket.<br><br>He grabbed the duffell bag and walked out of the office and into the hall, stopping dead in his tracks, at the sight of a woman, silenced .45 pistol in hand.<br><br>He didn't move for a moment, his mind racing. Did he draw and hope to beat her to the punch? He was a quick draw, but his gun, guns, rather, two .45 caliber glocks, were in the back waistband of his jeans, and she was already holding her weapon.<br><br>He smiled, and raised his hands slowly, hoping she wasn't in the killing first and asking question to his corpse, mood, a mood he'd more than once found himself in.<br><br>"I don't suppose, we could talk this over," he said, raising his eyebrows. That said, he was already shifting his weight to make a quick jump-dive to the floor, into the nearest office to his right, just in case.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 20:46:40</strong>
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				alicia heard the sound of the drill, her eyebrow cocked in suprise. Really? The world ends and this jack ass tries to rob a bank? Shaking her hed she waited, grimacing at the sound of his awful singing. Yes because the sound of the drill wasn't torture enough. Interesting choice of song though.<br><br>She watched as he came out the office, her gun trained between his eyes. None of that shooting in the chest. She'd learned these two years, that usually people were smart enough to wear bullet proof vest. She stepped towards him, Her free hand reaching to pull a small knife from her waist band. Her eyes scanned him. No guns in the front, they must be in the back.<br><br>She stopped, placing the cold steel of the gun barrel directly against his temple while circling around. Two .45s, a man after her own heart. She stayed silent, pulling the guns away, pushing one in her thigh holster and the other in her jeans.<br><br>"Now that you're disarmed, I have a couple questions I'd like to ask you. Namely, why did you blow up the gas station? Especially knowing that here were people inside?" Her voice was strong, and she stayed behind him, knife ready just encase her tried anything. "You see, I saw your car parked outside the station. Wanted to tell you how much I liked it, but then you light the station on fire, with four people inside. ANd I gotta say, good taste in cars and guns doesn't make up for trying to blow up four people. So what's the deal?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 21:06:03</strong>
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				"I'm a bastard?" he said, "daddy didn't love me? Mommy was absent, and I got to playing with matches?"<br><br>He couldn't help but poke fun at her, for looking for a reason, after all, whatever it was, she wasn't going to like, they clearly differed at a moral level, as in, he didn't have any, and she was willing to chase him down for hers.<br><br>"I was going to blow something up sooner or later," he said, "I figured you'd all run for cover where the gas station lit up, that would give you a minute, give or take ten seconds, to get far enough away to survive. Though, I suppose in hindsight, it didn't really get you to clear out, so I guess thats strike-one against the gas-station thing. Still, it got the Zombies moving didn't it? They're all moving straight past this place, right now, towards the gas station."<br><br>He kept his hands up, turning around to face her, slowly.<br><br>"I'm Ashley, by the way," he said, with a wide grin, "and this, is my corner of New York, soon to be a Zombie-scarce one."<br><br>He was guessing he just had to find out what did make up for trying to blow up four people, because he didn't particularly want to end up answering questions about his banking habits, especially his post-apocalypse banking habits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 21:29:20</strong>
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				Alicia walked back in front of him, pulling her gun away from his head. It irked her that he joked about it, but he hadn't actually killed anyone. Unholstering his glock she handed it back, reaching back for his other one and handing that back as well.<br><br>"Well Ashley, I'm Alicia, people tend to call me Alice though." She lowered her weapon and backed up, running her fingers through her hair. "Next time one wanna blow something up, make sure there aren't any people inside." She looked around the bank, eying the bag in his hand.<br><br>"Of all the places to come to, why a bank? I don't really think money will do you an good. Gold or jewels either." She talked casually, but her gun never wavered, nor did her grip on the knife in her hand. he wasn't much of a threat, but he was a dangerous kind of man, one that didn't care about killing other people.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 22:35:43</strong>
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				He took his guns back, and replaced them in his waistband, not sure what to make of her.<br><br>"I'll take it under advisement," he replied, smiling, and pulling his mostly empty duffell up around his shoulder.<br><br>"I'm not here for gold, or cash, but fine jewellery still sells well, even if most people don't care much about it anymore, I know a few who do..." he said.<br><br>He was planning to make off with any truly expensive, because some of that expense was retained, though obviously not in cash value. Gold, at least in bullion form was worthless, but when it came to masterpieces of jewellery, there was still a market.<br><br>"You know," he said, "I've been told I'm considerably more charming when I'm not at gun point..."<br><br>He really had, twice, in fact, been told that, but his first concern was for his prize. In the wasteland of the new Zombie nation, getting a tip, or following a rumor was usually extremely valuable, and it wasn't the jewellery he was after, but he'd probably be swimming in it, once he actually got down to the safety-deposit vault.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 22:46:37</strong>
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				Alicia clucked her tongue and pulled her gun back, unscrewing the silencer and slipping it back inside her jacket. She placed the gun back in it's holster and folding her arms across her chest. So that was his game. Selling jewelry to the idiots still interested in it. She'd seen a woman raped and killed execution style for string of pearls around her neck.&nbsp; Humans were truly a barbaric race of people.<br><br>"Well, because I worry about the welfare of other travelers in our great Zombie infested nation, I'm accompanying you." She closed her knife and slipped it back into her pocket. "It's not that I don't trust you. If I didn't there'd be a bullet in your head. Just that I worry about those unfortunate living people who are around the next time you try to blow something up."<br><br>She had no idea why she cared so much, but she couldn't stop herself from being concerned about the people roaming around. They didn't have police to protect them, nor military of any kind, so she took there place, helping those that needed to be helped and watching the ones that were liable to get themselves or others killed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 23:16:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right," he said, "well, that sounds wonderful, just delightful, really, but I don't really do...together, I'm more of a fork in the road, I'll take the low road, you take the high road, I'll be in scotland before you, lone-ranger, high-ho silver away!...type..." he said, "if you get my drift."<br><br>He walked past her, walking back towards to the bank lobby.<br><br>"Nothing personal," he said, "but I've always found my existence to be a fairly enjoyable one, while solitary, so unless you're planning on making it worth my while, and freud would say, from the caliber of your gun that you are probably not, going to, I'll just be going..."<br><br>He didn't mention exactly what freud would've said, because the words 'penis envy' usually started some ugly business.<br><br>Besides, he only had one free seat in the Shelby, and that was reserved, for the next three-night stand he met. Ah, three-night stands, because in Zombie infested ruins of mankind, one night is never enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 23:38:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, too bad for you Ashely, I wasn't exactly asking." She walked after him, pushing her hands in her pocket and smiling at him. "As for compensation, I suppose that's one of the best ways to keep an eye on you." She wasn't one to pass up a free fuck. Hey in this day and age it wasn't really something you set aside for man and wife.<br><br>Besides, her last companion was rotting in a pile of dead zombies, it had been a while. She ran her fingers through her hair and walked quietly behind him. Also, she wasn't lying about this being the best way to keep an eye on him. If she was traveling with him she could make sure something like what happened earlier didn't happen again. Once she got the two in her car to a safe place that is.<br><br>"So, where to Ranger?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 00:15:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, there went his freedom. He lamented having something of a conscience at that moment because he knew well enough that another man might well have taken less kindly to demands.<br><br>"If you start calling me that..." he said, with a annoyed huff.<br><br>Ok, so keeping what he was doing from her if she was going to tag along would be...tough, but he'd given her enough truth that it might just work out in the end.<br><br>"Saftey deposit vault," he said, "in the basement. There is always something good to find..."<br><br>As he exited the office section and came to the top of the stairs down into the basement he turned around, and slipped and arm around her back, pulling her close to him.<br><br>"You understand, that travelling with me isn't a paying position, and I'm not going to cut you in when I was doing perfectly well on my own right?" he asked, at least pretending he cared about the jewellery would be good, plus it would set a precedent for their immediate future.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 00:39:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't call yourself that." She told him, following close behind him. She sensed there was something more that this joker wasn't tell her, but right now, now she just needed to make sure he wouldn't try to ditch her. She considered placing a tracker on him. She had tagged many over the past two years and checked up on them often.<br><br>She flinched a bit when she felt his arm go around her, pulling her close against him. Not from fear, but from unfamiliarity. The cold steal of her Bennali pressed against her skin and she reached into her&nbsp; jacket to readjust it.<br><br>"I can't say I really care." She told him, shrugging her shoulders. "Jewelry doesn't matter to me. But not, if I find something I want, I will be taking it for myself. Don't worry, it won't affect what you want."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 02:36:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler kicked a compartment open in his bike and plucked a few pipe bombs from the copmartment. He lit them and threw them to the side in the group of infected. The hissing drew their attention as they stupidly stared at them in grumbling fascination. Which was all he needed as he leaned back against the bike as the two of them blew. The dual explosions ripped through the horde, bodies ripped to pieces, a cloud of misting blood rose into their, blowing away in the wind.<br><br>He snorted as he used this pistols to pick off the few remaining and slightly bewildered infected. He reloaded the guns and slipped them into his holsters. He glanced over at the woman and took in the look of her. She really wasn't that different from all of the other survivors that he'd come across before. Her interest and even concern about him wasn't all that new to him either, plenty of people who seemed so fine with the world and their own past tradgedies seemed to want to help him. Whatever the hell that meant, he was fine, it wasn't like in this day, in their current world, a sensitive and caring man was what was needed. He was precise, knew what he was doing, and had the skills and instincts to know how to survive, there was little else that he needed.<br><br>He flipped his leg over the side of the bike, "alright, let's go, you've got a bike to look at and I've got a pyro to repay a debt too, and night is coming soon, so shelter is priority as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 13:10:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sweeping the immediate area with her weapon, something that one did even when one was sure they were safe, she saw no immediate threats,the pipe bombs thrown by Tyler had done that for her, she slung her weapon over her shoulder and ran up to him.<br><br>"You bet, I'm a girl of my word. My tools are in my RV", she told him and hopped onto the back of his bike. She had grown up around strong, capable men, not prettyboys and wannabees. She admired men who could take care of themselves and respect a woman who could look after herself.<br><br>"When we find him, I'm really going to enjoy hurting him. If he's smart, he's already across one of the bridges, but if not, well, his car should stand out here", she adds and thinks on where they could shelter, somewhere easily defensible, with strong windows and doors, and locks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 01:03:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Derrick sat in the SUV still not sure what to do. He had no idea about what to do or if he should do anything. He could only hope that she would come back. If she didn't he would make a run for it. He didn't need that much help. He had to find what he was looking for and that's all that mattered. <br><br>Luckily, there was still a satellite signal for his laptop. There was an apartment building about 2 miles away where they could hold up until they figured something else out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 06:35:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wonderful," he said, "so, I really don't need help with this bit, only one set of keys and all that, but if you want to make youself useful in thetime being you can either blow me, or go and get your stuff to the Shelby, the trunk isn't locked, and it's mostly empty."<br><br>He winked and let her go, turning to proceed down the stairs. Well, now at least the silent angel on his shoulder was personified, but it didn't really work in his favour. He wonders for a moment if she'd have enough space, but imagined she would, how much stuff could one survivor carry around anyway? He was fairly certain that her necessities would fit around his industrial chain saw.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 06:47:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't ride with others." She told him, flashing her own set of keys. "I got my own car, and my shit probably wouldn't fit in yours, though it is a nice car." She continued on down the stair behind him. "Besides, I'm a bit curious now. think I'll stick around for a bit."<br><br>She pulled off her jacket and slung it over her shoulders, the full existent of her personal protection now coming into view. Didn't matter who you were around, a Benalli 84 was a powerful weapon, one that meant business. She threw her arm around his shoulder, a coy smile on her lips as they headed down the stairs.<br><br>"Besides, I might come handy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 07:14:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fair enough," he said, proceeding down the stairs. That would make life both easier, and harder. Easier, because he'd have time to himself on the road, if he ever got back on the road, and harder, because he now had to deal with her while he went though the safety deposit boxes.<br><br>He pulled a flashlight from his bag, going ahead to unlock the gate into the safety vault area. He ignored the main vault, turning the corner to head into the safety deposit section. Past the desk, where one would usually sign for their visits, and into the prize room itself.<br><br>"Alright," he said, "you go grab another bag or something, we need to sort this stuff...unless you're planning on using that Benalli on the plentiful Zombies..."<br><br>He shurgged, given that the vault was a quiet as the grave, and likely had been for two years, behind a locked gate and all. He really only needed two minutes, to open box 0667, which was at the moment right beside his right hand, and toss the contents into his duffel, close it back up, and then start from 0001 and work his way through the vault. Ten seconds really, but the hunt for a bag, which, from the one he'd noticed behind the desk would take about thirty seconds to get.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 07:29:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She followed him down the stairs, noting the direction he was heading. Towards the safety deposit boxes. She wondered if perhaps he wanted something more than he jewels he hinted about. She walked behind the desk and grabbed a couple of bank bags.<br><br>Eying him out the corner of her eye, she saw him stopped beside a specific box. So he had come for something specific. She'd find out what it was later.<br><br>"This big enough?" She asked, holding up her bag. Not waiting for an answer she walked up next to him. "Let's get started."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 07:39:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perfect," he said, 'and just enough time too,' he thought.<br><br>He pulled the keys out of his pocket, and unlocked 0001, pulling out the tray, and pulling the lid open.<br><br>"Classy," he said, pulling out a pair of necklaces, still on their velvet display bases, dumping them off of them and into the bag.<br><br>He grabbed some rings from it as well, and soon enough slid the tea back in, moving on to 0002.<br><br>"We have to get to 1200," he said, "so...how about you tell me about yourself?"<br><br>He pushed 0002 back in the moment he opened it, photos, and documents, nothing worthwhile. He moved on, moving fast. At his rate if would take them about a couple hours, but even that wasn't really quick enough to kee pthem from spending the night in the bank.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 07:59:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded, taking the other key and moving to the other end. She'd start and 1200 and meet him down.<br><br>"Not much to tell." She told him, opening the first box and pulling out a stunning diamond bracelet. "Was married before all this started. My husband was killed by the corpses during our first run in." She tossed it in the bag, moving on to the next box. "I stole my H2 from a dealer ship and raided a base armory. Been running around ever since." She felt her husbands cross and dog tags pressing into her skin beneath the shirt. Usually when she thought about him, she held them in her palms, but here was neither the time not the place.<br><br>"What about you?" She asked, moving quickly down the line.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 09:07:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He stopped in front of one of the many banks that lay around the city. He got out and checked the single door into it, noticing that it was ajar and opened it. He turned back around and pushed the bike inside the building, leaving it in the lobby for a minute. He grabbed a large pack on the back of the machine and strolled down the nearby stairs where there stood a large generator, he snorted and through down the bag of tools. He wasn't much in the way of mechanics, but he knew a lot about generators, especially after a couple years of relying on them. He fiddled for several minutes until a whirring noise alerted him to the fact that he'd down something right.<br><br>He strolled back up the stairs and glanced around, the lights were on that was for sure. He glanced at the vault behind the large desks in the back and sure enough the new electricity had restarted the system. The vault door was wide open, he walked in and checked it, the lights were on, the safety deposit boxes and stacks of money were all untouched. In this world this kind of thing didn't really matter to anyone anymore, or at least it shouldn't if they were smart.<br><br>He made his way back to his bike and the woman, lighting a cigarette as he grabbed a sleeping bag tied to the other side and threw it at her, "sleep on that after you fix up my bike, I'll fix up what I can from the food."<br><br>It didn't take him long to cut the system that controlled the fire sprinklers, he'd had a bad experience with those not too long ago and now he made sure to take them out. There was nothing quite like having metal walls and one entry to watch for safety and security. He busted up some of the wood furniture and lit the fire letting it grow. His eyes swept it as he put the food over it, some Ravioli and beans that he had, pretty simple canned foods, the cigarette jutting out of his mouth. He reached into the food bag and pulled out some bread, he'd managed to get some from some people south of the city who managed a small far and were glad for the gas he had.<br><br>He grabbed his standard bottle of alcohol that usually lasted him for weeks, whiskey this time and poured a couple swigs into a couple of travel cups. He wasn't a complete ass, but he knew that he wouldn't need to babysit her, and that deserved it's own respect from him as well as humane treatment, he acknowledged that.<br><br>"He's too arrogant to think that we lived through that, he'll still be in the city, don't worry about that. Food's done, come eat before it ices over."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 19:23:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Untitled-11.jpg?t=1259939097)</div>"Unh... oooh... fuck," was all all that could be heard from an apartment high above the city. It could be considered a safe haven to the girl generating the sounds, as the zombies had either been killed or had left since there were no brains to be found. With that fact came the matter of having something to do and after an hour of absolute boredom, an idea popped into her head. Now the soccer starlet laid on the carpeted floor, her clothes discarded on either side of her save her bra and panties. Well, those articles of clothing were barely on her, as the cups were pushed down to expose her modest chest to the chilled air; her panties pushed to one side so her fingers could do their work. She was sure not to get complacent, though, as her .45 ACP Colt pistol was within reach. <br><br>Not trying to think about zombies, guns, or dead teammates, Michelle focused her attentions back to her body and was rewarded when a fingertip met the tiny hidden pearl that crowned her flower. Her back arched in ecstasy, a small coo left her lips until her body came back to rest. This was going to be a well deserved distraction. Going slow, trying to excite herself beyond anything healthy and to make this last, the recently turned twenty year-old (as far as she could tell the dates) took both of her breasts in their respective hands, kneading her woman flesh and their sensitive nubs between her fingers. Her moans were getting louder and more frequent as she knew that no one was ever going to catch her, be it human or dead. Besides, her logic was that the thrill of actually meeting someone again who is not selfish or crazed would be fantastic and the danger of being eaten alive while masturbating would only make it that much more of a climax. That's what two years of looking after yourself did, apparently.<br><br>Minutes went by and Michelle pleasured herself as best as she knew. She recalled her first fling in high school, the lovely nerd turned horn dog at her fingertips. The sweet college boy with the biggest dick she had ever seen. The lonely nights that became not so lonely and boring when the captain of her soccer team called. That's what she thought of the most during these sessions - the image of the older girl's tongue running along the length of Michelle's slit nearly sealed the deal. Now with one and rubbing vigorously at her clit, the other hand along her lips with a finger gently probing into her sex, it took just a few seconds to reach a reality shattering orgasm. The girl's mind went blank for several minutes, her thoughts doing nothing more than drifting in and out of conscious thought. <br><br>She really, really needed that.<br><br>Sitting up, Michelle looked out at the balcony to see that the day was more or less just starting. For her, anyway. Cleaning her hands with her tongue, enjoying the sweet taste of her arousal despite the terrible post-apocalyptic diet, the girl put her panties back into place, her bra again supporting her firm, perky breasts and then stood up to put on the rest of her clothing. A white-tank top covered her torso, which was then covered by a small sized, female designed, Arsenal Jersey that she had been wearing when the crisis first started. Over her legs and nethers she slipped into tight, dark blue jeans, with brown leather boots that had a three inch heel and reached up to the bottoms of her knees. The last article was her thigh holster that held the one thing that she attributed to keeping her alive for so long: her gun. It was a beauty, as shiny and maintained as she first got it. It reminded her of her brother, who she hasn't even tried to contact in Detroit. Michelle couldn't risk being lost in the middle of no where without resources so she hasn't even thought about making the drive over desolate, broken roads. <br><br>Satisfied with her sleep and especially her own personal wake up ritual, Michelle gathered her bright yellow leather jacket before making the trip downstairs to the apartment lobby. The one thing about the modern world that she didn't appreciate until it all went to hell was handicap ramps. Now, it was a handy 'Hide your motorcycle inside the building' ramp. Standing by the elevators was her 'borrowed' pride and joy, a Honda VFR 800. The year escaped her, but nowadays it hardly mattered. Not like there was anyone around that could even chastise her. It did wonders for her as it was a big bike, quick on its wheels, quiet, and had enough space to store clothes, food, ammunition and another borrowed item: a shotgun. Being a red bike, Michelle affectionately named it so, being far too worried about staying alive to think of anything significant. Checking her 'saddle bags' to ensure that all the cans of food, boxes of ammunition and tightly packed clothing were all in place, Michelle put the key into ignition and Red roared to life. <br><br>"Ready for some cruising, body? Maybe we'll find you a nice Jerry can and we can get out of this shit hole of a broken city, mm?" As if to amuse herself more than anything, she revved up the bike as if it were a proper response. With the front doors long gone, Michelle burst out of the apartment and onto the street to begin her little journey for... something. Anything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Molly Millions</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 21:14:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Helena nudged Derrick. "Hey, let's set off, this shit's getting to sketchy." she stepped out of the car and loaded two fresh shotgun shells. She was running low on them. "That laptop work? If you can find somewhere to get, we best get goin'." she slipped a pair of aviators on from out of her duffle bag and truend back to him with a smile. "I got your back as long as you don't fuck things up, but I reckon you're too smart for that." She lit another cigarillo and looked out over the dead city, ruins of a modern age. "You smoke, Derrick?" she pointed the last cigarillo in the pack at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 01:49:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holding on as he drive them through the city, past countless cars and other heavy vehicles, she told herself to check some of the military vehicles for ammuntion for her M16 later on, and stays on the bike as he stops it and hops off to check the bank.<br><br>In this brave new world, banks were strong places hide in and take over, and were largely untouched. Money couldnt be eaten, and was only good for starting fires, but still, there could be something in the safe deposit boxes, if she felt like breaking into them to see whatever expensive things were kept in there.<br><br>Guarding the bike as he checked the bank, she&nbsp; waited, then wheeled the bike into the bank, to prevent anyone else from seeing it, plus, she could work on it more easily inside the bank than outside.<br><br>Kneeling down, she takes out her toolkit and starts to take the bike apart while Tyler got dinner ready.Dinner could be anything edible, as she was well aware of.She truly missed KFC and maccas right about now, but as long as whatever he made filled her belly, she didnt care.<br><br>Having unrolled the sleeping bag earlier, she was checking the parts for cracks, or wear and tear. She knew what to look for, and looked up only when he calls to her that dinner is ready.<br><br>Wiping her hands and walking across to him, she smiles as she savors the scent of food, and takes the travel cup from him.Trying the contents, she looks to him in surprise, then drinks from it and sits down next to him.<br><br>"You truly think so, if he hasnt left, then he's stupid, very stupid", she says in reply and dips her fork into the mixed ravioli and beans.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 06:15:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Me?" he said, smiling down at the tightly packed boxes of 45 caliber bullets he'd just uncovered.<br><br>"I'm a child of the dead," he said, "one of those whose life started when civilization ended. I don't think there is much more to say than that..."<br><br>He made sure to pack the ammunition carefully into his bag and then moved onto the next box. Talking was a social pasttime, but he'd been talking to himself for a while, so talking to someone loving seemed, strange.<br><br>"Spent some time wandering around, visited some of the early settlements, you know..." he said, "so are you really just tagging along to keep me out of trouble?"<br><br>He had the sense that there was something else, but he'd been wrong before. His gut instincts weren't bulletproof, but he usually trusted them. He'd encounter bounty killers once or twice, it wasn't an entirely unique occupation, given the complete lack of police, putting a price on someone's head was about the only recourse someone had, if they couldn't fight themselves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 06:27:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course. that's what I said wasn't it?" She moved to another box, filled with papers and shut it disdainfully. "Moving on." She kept going, picking through jewelry and other such items until she came to one that contained a set of dog tags. She picked them up, turning them over in her hands and examining the name.<br><br>"Marcus P. Dredger...Hey, I knew that guy." She'd gone to high school with her. "Moved away shortly after graduation and joined the Marines." She'd always liked him in school. Never told anyone. She pushed the tags into her pocket and moved on. Reaching into the next box she found an old six shooter, in wonderful condition.<br><br>"This is nice..."She turned it around in her hand smiling. "You want?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 15:48:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He took a deep drink out of the cup, letting the smooth liquor flow down his throat until it hit his stomach in a flaming burst. He felt the heat spread through his limbs, relaxing the muscles in a way that only alcohol can. He ate quietly for a moment staring into the fire, just watching the flames dance over top the smoldering wood that he'd put in there<br><br>~~~~~<br><br><em> Ebony hair wrapped around his arms, her terrified green eyes staring daggers into his as she gasped for breath. Her wounds poured her life out over the road, deep guffawing laughter so close, yet seeming so far away. He shook, her body starting to slowly stop moving, the life finally beginning to fade from her eyes. She opens her mouth, carved perfectly into her porcelain face, trying to speak but managing only a gurgle of blood as she closes her eyes, all fight and struggle gone from her, her life drained.<br><br>He stares in helpless sorrow at what he's lost, unable to finally comprehend what's happened. It's only when he hears a rough, hateful voice mumble something and try to drag him to his feet that he understands. He reacts on pure instinct, a cold fury that wipes out all traces of his humanity. He breaks the man's arm, taking his weapon quickly. Too easy, no challenge, these men, these crazed and ugly people are only paranoid and untrained men and women, no match for him. They're only able to stumble around to face him at their comrades scream of pain. Their dumbfounded eyes meet his, burning with an inhuman flame as he levels the gun at them, the line of them, and begins pulling the trigger.</em><br><br>~~~~~<br><br>He felt his mind snap back into reality, a jarring feeling that makes him jump as if he had touched a livewire. His head snapped up and stared at the woman across from her, only managing to barely pick up what she had said to him. He stared for a moment, getting his bearings for a moment, his dark eyes levelled on her eyes.<br><br>"Well arrogance doesn't exactly lead someone to be all that wise, now does it? Don't worry, he's still in the city, I guarantee it, and we'll find him, I know his type and I'm sure we'll find him real quick."<br><br>He realizes that he doesn't know her name, and for the first time really looks at her. If it was another place and time, he'd find her attractive, but his mind had long ago cut off any ties to sexual attraction. He'd even tried a few months back to attempt it, and found his heart and body were no longer into it, as if taking Madison had drained more than his heart, it had drained him of any sexual desire of women at all. His eyes flickered to the side, almost as if in embarassment as he remembered the incident with the man in Tulsa.<br><br>He cleared his throat, "I figure if you're going to be tagging along I should know you're name, seems a bit stupid to keep calling you by "hey you," so I'm Tyler."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 06:54:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Guns, I have," he said, "you can keep it if you want it, or just put it in the bag...make sure it's unloaded though, if you do, there going to be a lot of ammo in these bags."<br><br>He kept going, wondering why she'd turned out like she had. Losing someone who was close did a lot of things to people, but he'd never met someone who'd ended up quite like her. Maybe she was on some sort of crusade to stop others from experiencig the same pain. That sounded just fucked up enough to be right, when he thought about it.<br><br>Still, he'd have to get rid of her eventually, perhaps for her sake, he'd keep her around a while linger though, plus, it had been a while since he'd had someone to talk to, and from what he saw, her ass wasn't too bad either.<br><br>"So, if you like keeping people from getting hurt so much, why haven't you joined a settlement by now? There are a few that take refugees, even ones who can't scavenge," he said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 06:59:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She checked the barrel, dropping the gun into the bag. She take it later, a Sui pistol, or so she called them. She scoffed at his question, shaking her head.<br><br>"Not much of a settlement kind of person." She answered, moving to the next box. "Settlements are for families, people who have others they need to protect. I don't. I'll stop to help out a settlement know and again, but I don't think I'll ever live in one." She emptied the next box in her bag and kept going.<br><br>"Besides, People outside of the settlements tend to need more help. With no support system they often find themselves in trouble. I help them with what they need and sometimes getting to the settlements for safety."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 07:23:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Live and let die, I always say," he said, already onto box 400 or so, it wouldn't be long then. He checked his watch, realizing how long they'd already been working.<br><br>"We're going to have to spend the night in here," he said, "if you can trust me enough with matches, I'll go grab my axe from the car, and come back to start us a fire."<br><br>He grabbed his duffle bag, but left the bank sack. He wasn't going to abandon her just yet, especially not when she was the first warm body he'd been around in a while, and the nights could get cold.<br><br>"Keep going," he said, "I'll close up the doors as well, so, you can meet me in the lobby when you're done."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 07:38:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm.....don't leave me stranded. If you abandon me in here I'll put a bullet in your as faster then you can blink." She kept up the pace, cursing to herself. She needed to get back to her car. She'd been down here far too long. She only hoped the kids she'd picked up were alright.<br><br>"Hey, check my car while your up there. Let me know if there's people in it." She continued to the boxes, moving further down the line once he left. She needed to have a look in his bag and see exactly what it was he'd been searching for in here.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 07:51:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley made his way back up to the lobby. He walked out onto the street, unlocking the Shelby and putting the duffell bag in the trunk. He pulled out an accordian filebox, from the bag, and pushed it into a hidden compartment, sealing it up and closing the trunk. That done, he he walked around to the front seat and opened the door, replacing his two glocks and instead reaching under the seat, for one of his AMT Harballers. He had a pair, beautiful weapons. They too were 45 ACP, but for these, he'd managed to find silencers. Now that the Xombies were moving away from their part of the city, he wanted to keep it quiet.<br><br>He slipped the silencer into his pocket, and the gun into his front waistband, closing the car and locking it as he walked around re building to see if he could find his companion's ride.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 08:10:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alicia continued to empty the boxes, stopping when she reached 795 and setting her bag down. She took a seat behind the desk and put her feet up, her Benalli laying across her lap as she waited for him to return. Seeing that it was him coming around the corner and not some Zombie, she handed him her bag.<br><br>"I'll be back in a sec." She told him, heading out to her truck. The two inside had gone, thankfully without cleaning her out. She dug a bag of provisions out of the back and headed back inside. "<br><br>Alrighty now. You got your own food?" She asked as she began pulling out a package of dried rabbit meat and a can of beans. "I have enough to share if need be."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 15:46:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Its good to know your name, Tyler. I'm Abigail, but I prefer Abby", she tells him as she savors her meal, the first one that she hasnt had to make on her own in a while, and slide closer to him.<br><br>"Are you ok,for a minute, you looked like you were a thousand miles away", she asks him and finds that she's missed human companionship.She misses her father, and even her old neighbors, who she couldnt stand before.<br><br>"So what were you thinking about, or who, if you dont mind me asking", she asks and wonders if the same thing that brought him here, brought her here, whatever that was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 22:55:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler eyed her moving closer and resisted the urge to sigh deeply, it always happened with most people he met. Some missed human interaction like it was a necessity for them, so much that they reached out instantly to the first person that they met. On more than one occasion he'd actually had someone try to offer a few....services for his companionship and/or help in whatever he'd done. He usually left quite quickly when that happened to come up.<br><br>Tyler stood up suddenly, his body seeming to react on it's own, "nothing that's helps us here, and nothing that really concerns you all that much. Bare in mind that this is a partnership of necessity, and I like you seek a mutual revenge, no more than that. That and you owe me something, think no more of it than that fact."<br><br>He walked back to his bags, having no more to say on the matter, pulling weapons from his pack and proceeding to wipe them down and reload them as he went.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 23:12:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I ate already today," he said, "but thanks anyway..."<br><br>He took the axe, retrieved on his way back past the car, after seeng that Alicia's ride was empty, and walked over to the real-wood railings, and spliting one in half with his first swing.<br><br>"I can guaruntee this'll be one of the most expensive fires ever lit to keep two people warm," he said, picking up the thick chunks of railing, and piling them together.<br><br>Once he had a nice-seized pile, and a few 'logs' set up together to start their fire, he packed them with cash, which he needed only to break open a cashier's box to get, one swing with the axe, and he was stuffing hundreds, twenties, fives, and even ones, in beside the wood. He laughed, thinking about the main vault which contained only the same worthless paper he was now using to light their fire.<br><br>One match later, and the fire was going, just sitting on the marble floor of the lobby, as Ashley sat down near Alice.<br><br>"You know," he said, "I hear there is still an aircraft carrier full of uninfected non-immunes, of course, it is just a rumor, but I figure there had to be some truth to it at some point, after all, Zombies can't swim, or drown, but still, it's got to be a good way to start a settlement, if you had some way to make fresh water, and had a big enough boat..."<br><br>He wondered what she'd say, it wasn't his usual conversational style, but it was something anyway. He'd thought a lot about what he was saying, even if it might not have seemed that way, the way he spoke. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 00:50:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I heard that too. Been trying to radio out to see , but I haven't heard anything yet." She watched as the money burned away to ashes. It was funny, a few years ago she'd have freaked out a seeing such a sight.<br><br>Cracking open the can on beans she began eating, ripping little bits of the meat and dropping them in with the beans. It felt weird sitting around talking with someone else. The last time she'd eaten with other in such a casual manner was several weeks before.<br><br>"Gotta say though, unless they know the fish patterns and currents, they'd likely starve after a few months. PLus if even one infect managed to get aboard while they stopped to find supplies or anything, they'd be fucked."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 02:50:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh I doubt they lasted a year," he said, "but, for a group of immune survivors, now they'd have a chance at something, don't you think?"<br><br>He laid back, on the floor, stretching out, and putting his hands behind his head, looking up at the vaulted ceiling.<br><br>"Though...a settlement like that would be a bit, troublesome, I imagine, you might need laws, and leaders, and of course you'd have to travel around, to keep supplied, and safe, there are a lot of crazies out there..." he said, laughing at himself for blowing up a gas station, he knew there were a few people who thought he was insane, but he hadn't raped, murdered, or tortured anyone yet, so in terms of post-apocalypse baddies, he was a bit lightweight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 03:10:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head, a smile ghosting across her lips. "Yeah, it would have to agree."<br><br>She finished her food and tossed the can into a rubbish pile across the room from them. The rats would enjoy what little was left. She pulled an old blanket from her bag and laid it on the ground, stretching out on it and staring into the fire.<br><br>"You know, it's funny what this world does to people. The point where we should be helping each other, we feed each other to the wolves." She looked over at him. "I suppose your are not as bad as some out there. But you're reckless. Your antics would put others in danger."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 03:53:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Reckless, I suppose I am, yeah," he said, "but given that I blew up a gas station, who is really more reckless, me, or the people who follow someone who does that? After all, even if I'm not the baddest, I'm still clearly not someone you want to fuck with, after all, and a bullet is a whole lot more accurate, and intentional, then a gas explosion."<br><br>He got up from where he was, and pulled off his shirt, rolling his gun up in it, with the barrel protruding. He put it down beside Alice, where one might usually put a pillow, and then he kicked off his shoes and stripped off his pants, laying them out like a blanket.<br><br>He finally lay down beside her, pulling off his boxers and stretching out, using his shirt roll like a pillow. The apocalypse had been kind to his body, he was all muscle and no fat. In fact, though his figure was lean, there wasn't a spare gram of fat to be found anywhere on him, and as such, his smooth skin was tight over firm muscle everywhere. He'd laughedthe first time he realized he looked like a kind of statue, from a sculptor who'd forgotten that humans usually only possessed a few exceptional characteristics, instead of all of them.<br><br>Still, the end of civilization had treated most people well in that regard, at least those an stayed active. Though, he got the sense that there was something else going on, especially given that he'd only been getting better over time, physically, when his diet stayed the same, and his exercise didn't really increase. The bite came to mind, but he'd only heard rumors, and he took rumors with a grain of salt.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 04:20:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alicia sat up, looking over at the man laying next to her. His body was amazing. She reached out, tracing her finger over his stomach and looking up at him. "I'd still say you were the reckless one." She answered. She moved over, climbing on top of him, her knees on either side of his waist.<br><br>"But then again, only another reckless person like myself could keep with you." She traced her fingers down his chest enjoying the feel of his hard muscles beneath her fingers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 04:37:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley reached up in return, slipping his hands underneath Alice's shirt and sliding his hands upward to grasp her breasts. Ashley had known he was gay since high school, or perhpas, bisexual. At least, he'd only ever really been attracted to men, he was fairly certain? But still, after the world ended, and sex became the new national pasttime, he'd decided against being picky. He didn't really care how attractive they were, what gender, or even if they were married, had kids, or had kids on the way.<br><br>He'd found that, even if he didn't feel a connection with members of the opposite sex, their skin felt just as good in his hands, and the pressing together of bodies was just as intense, and kissing, sucking, scratching, tweaking, pulling, slapping, and licking, was all the same. It would be loveless, but fun, and that was fine by him.<br><br>"We'll you are reckless," he said, "but only because you didn't shoot me when you had the chance..."<br><br>He sat up, pulling her to him, his arms wrapping around her body, on bare skin, he pulled her into a kiss, in which tongue factored heavily.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 12:46:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				By most male standards, she was beautiful. And since Donald Trump wouldnt be hosting any more miss universe competitions, there were also no more beauties from around the world to compete with her in the looks department. The last thing she expected was for him to stand up and walk away, but stand up and walk away he did.<br><br>Sighing as he either doesnt want company, or is gay, and she could never tell if someone was gay or straight before the zombie apocolypse, she stood up as well to explore the rooms on the first and second floor.<br><br>"I should check the upper levels. It would be bad if we slept, then woke up to find zombies chewing on our internal organs", she says to him, then opens up her bag for her torch, takes one of her Walthers from her holsters, then walks towards the staircase at the side.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 07:02:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice's body reacted almost instantly to his touch. It had been along time since she'd taken time out to give her body what it desired. Men...even some women on occasion. In this world you weren't picky about who you found comfort in.<br><br>She pulled off her shirt exposing her large breast to him before lowering her head back to kiss him.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 10:50:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed her again in return, and then shifted, reaching around to hold her as he flipped them over onto her blanket. With her on the blanket, he grabbed the waistband of her pants, pulling them, panties included, roughly down, and over her legs, pulling them all the way off.<br><br>He wasn't one to waste time, and this wasn't in any sense of the words, making love, for him, so if they were fucking fucking, then he figured they might as well fucking get down to it.<br><br>He flipped them back over, letting her straddle him again, one again with his naked skin on the marble floor. He liked that, because it wasn't really so much uncomfortable, as cooling, especially with the heat coming off his body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 16:05:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler sighed, "you do that."<br><br>Although he wasn't aware of it on any level, a part of him too missed human contact, which is exactly why he tolerated the presence of another person around him. In some ways he needed it more than others, yet he was never consciously aware of it. He was a pretty reserved person before this, and the loss of Madison and the world itself drove him even more into himself. Although in some ways it had driven other things upwards, something that he also wasn't aware of.<br><br>He tossed his things together, making sure they were there for when they got up in the morning that he'd be ready to go. He picked up the devices he's picked up from a "spy" shop in Chicago, he fiddled with it over the entrance of the Vault. A simple device that would let loose with a loud and shrill noise should anything pass by it's beam. It had saved his life more than once, and he wasn't prepared to stop using it. He snorted to himself, he was more than eager to hunt the kid down from earlier. He was more than prepared to kick the kid's ass, and if he became an issue, well Tyler wasn't against doing more if it came down to it.<br><br>"All clear? Then let's try to get some sleep."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 15:51:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sweeping the area in front of her, she checks the doors and finds quite a few of them locked. One that isnt is a storeroom, which is still filled with printer toner, paper and other supplies. Finding several packets of AA and AAA batteries,she put them in her bag and moved to the next room.<br><br>That too was locked, then the one after that. The next room opened up, and as she shone her torch in, she found that she was in the branch managers office. Spinning as she heard shuffling footsteps, her torch showed two zombies coming at her, a middle aged one and a young female one.<br><br>Aiming at their foreheads, she put two bullets into each, then sweeped the room but found no others. Kneeling next to their bodies, she pocketed his rolex and checked the desk.There was nothing that she could use and she closed it and moved out of the room.<br><br>Most of the other doors were locked, or empty, and she returned to the ground floor where Tyler was waiting for her.<br><br>"Yes, all clear now. I found some batteries, and one of the zees up there had a rolex, my rolex now", she said with a smile, then strode up to him and settled down onto her sleeping bag.<br><br>"I sleep light, so if any do slip in and make any noise, I should wake up", she says, and makes no move to move her sleeping bag closer to his. If he wants to enjoy his own company, then thats his business. <br><br>Being this close to so much wealth would have been out of the question years ago, but now, none of it was any good to her. Perhaps the locked safety deposit boxes would have something in them, but she didnt have the enthusiasm or the urge to force them open tonight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 00:19:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice reached down, unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them down. A long jagged scar could be seen, running from her hip down mid calf on the covered leg. She pulled them off, tossing them next to her shirt and boots. She reached between them and pushed down his boxer, grasping his cock in her hands and pumping it up and down.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 02:29:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He ran his hand over the scar, but didn't mention it. He didn't like to pry, not into people's wound anyway. He goanes as she stroked his cock and he reached between her legs, stroking her pussy in time with her stroking of him. He was already stiff, and more than ready. It had been a while for him, even since he'd bothered to jerk off, so he had some pressure to relieve in a major way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 02:53:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He grunted in acknowledgement, propping up his sleeping bag as well, not bothering to wrap up in it, using it instead as a pillow. His eyes danced across the rows of deposit boxes, watching the light shine off of them. He wasn't much of heavy sleeper himself, in this world you couldn't afford to as it was, unless of course you were anxious to find yourself as a roaming zombies snack. He didn't bother telling her about the alarm, if it became an issue then she sould know about it, but until that point and time, it was nothing of her concern.<br><br>He stretched out and leaned back, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of the floor beneath him as he drifted around in his thoughts. He was a man of habit, and once he stuck to a habit, it was pretty much permenant unless a more important habit formed that negated the previous. In this case, he was more than willing to take out the punk who had tried to kill him. He didn't care what world it was, or the state in which it was left, you didn't try to kill him without repurcussions. He shifted slightly, getting more comfortable, he was a bit eager to try to find the guy the next day. To him, people were just slightly more intelligent versions of the undead shuffling around outside.<br><br>He began to slowly nod off as he thought to himself. Trace thoughts of where to look and how to handle the situation flitted through his mind with a careless ease. Eventually he drifted completely off to a sleep, dreaming occasionally, dreams that left him restless and groaning, but nevertheless he would forget the contents of it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 03:46:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivered as his fingers touched over her scar, a wound from the very beginning of this all, but she didn't stop him. Instead she moved forward, position his tip at her entrance and pushing it inside of her, groaning a bit from the intrusion. She lowered herself slowly, taking all of it inside and grinding against him for a bit before beginning her up and down motion.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 10:06:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh...fuck, that's good," breathed Ashley, putting his hands on her hips, and holding on as she began to ride him. The feel of her hot, slick, tight, passage, gripping his shaft, was intense, and he groaned in pleasure.<br><br>He reached up, grabbing her tits with one hand, while the other squeezed her ass. He was very, very pleased with her openess on the whole issue, at least she seemed to share some of his philosophies.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 12:13:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a soft moan, working him inside her, enjoying the feeling of being so full after such a long dry spell. Normally she would have tried to drag it out a bit, enjoy herself more, but at this point they both just wanted a fuck, nothing more behind it. She placed her palms on his chest, using it as leverage while she worked her hips up and down, further pleasuring them both.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 13:04:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Keeping a hand near her sidearm, she closed her eyes and slept. Her instincts had kept her alive for this long, and would keep her alive as long as she followed her rules.<br><br>Curled up in her sleeping bag, she woke up after only five hours. She could never sleep for longer than 5 or 6 hours. Instead of trying again, she lay there, as safe as one can be in the new world that she was living in.<br><br>A glance at&nbsp; her partner told her that he hadnt moved. Yet if she made any noise, he would be up, gun in hand and ready to shoot anything that even looked undead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 02:18:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley moaned with her movement, and reached down, using his thumb to rub back and forther across her clit as she rode him. He really couldn't think of anything that was quite as good, with just two people, as the feeling if being inside of a woman, or man, as they came.<br><br>"Fuck...yes," he said. From the way she was working him over, he felt almost bad that he'd have to abandon her at some point, but, only...almost, he was, in actuality, fairly amused by that idea, he wasn't quite sure how many metaphorical bridges he'd burned already, but he enjoyed it almost as much as burning actual bridges. Of course, he was fairly safe in the vengence side, most people didn't necessarily leave his company unhappily, and those who did were usually only alive because of him anyway, and their likelihood of still being that way, was slim. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>25-12-2009, 05:10:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She groaned, rocking back against his cock and squeezing her walls around him. He back arched in her pleasure and she felt herself close to cumming. She wished she could prolong it, but it had simply been too long.<br><br>"Sorry..." She whispered, releasing a deep throaty moan as she came on top of him, her toes curl and back arching in her ecstasy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 05:57:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pushed himself up, practically sitting up, with one ark around he back, and the other pushing him up from the floor. As she came, and apologized, he came as well, his hot seed spurting into her womb in long bursts. He felt the flood inside of her, around his cock, and flipped them both over, putting her on her back.<br><br>He wasn't close to done, because even as his cum was still filling her, he was beginning to thrust, now on top of her. He knew he wouldn't lose his erection, and he definately wanted more than just to hit their depravation orgasms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 06:05:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped a bit, feeling herself flipped onto her back and his thick cock still being feed into her. From her experience most guys that hadn't had it in a while would bust and go to sleep. It rather amazed her that he'd had the stamina to keep going. She found herself wrapping her legs around his waist, her hands gripping his biceps. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 06:23:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He began to go faster, and harder, hearing the slapping of skin, and feeling her tight muscles around his length. He was almost glad she'd been married, it was almost a guaruntee that she wouldn't expect much. He'd always found that formerly, or currently married women, at least in post-apocalyptia were less...prone to expectation.<br><br>He grunted in time with his thrusts. He could last a while, before he'd cum again and lack the ability to keep his erection, but he expecting that they'd both be happy enough with just the encore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 06:45:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Im on the verge of bowing out of this one if I dont hear from my own partner in this in the next few days.Thsi is why i may stop doing group ones.Sorry to put it in here, but, where else will it be seen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 09:32:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pulled him down against her, moaning beneath him as he continued to move indise of her. She couldn't believe how good this felt, or how much she wanted it. She found her hands traveling down his back, her nails scraping his skin as he stroked her insides more and more.<br><br>"Fuck..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aftermath: Survival of Body and Soul</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 05:33:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stretched himself out, spreading his arms and push up and into her with his whole body in slow, extended thrusts. His efforts were not unselfish, but even though he felt no particular emotional need to leave her satisfied, there was a certain courtesy he liked to extend to his fellow travellers, even ones as meddlesome as she was, and if they weren't going to have a real relationship, which he was fairly certain they weren't, he also wasn't going to have time to give her what she wanted in return at some other time, so...this was it.<br><br>He was ready enough to cum again when he felt the nails scraping over his back. A moment when he was glad that his lack of a signifigant other left him without a need for excuses.
			</dd>
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