Surviving in the Big Apple (Silvestine + Dabria)
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				Title: <strong>Surviving in the Big Apple (Silvestine + Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-05-2008, 16:48:33</strong>
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				Peter carefully climbed the water tower, trying not to let either of his guns get caught up on anything. The last thing he needed was to get stuck or have one fall off. The tower would be a safe place to observe the small town. None of the infected would be able to creep up behind him and it would provide him with a good view of the surrounding area. He had parked his Wrangler next to it too - he would walk into town first. If it was clear, he'd return with the Jeep. If not, he had a greater chance of surprising the Infected then they had on him. Jeeps were noisy after all.<br><br>Getting to the top platform a few minutes later, he unslung his sniper rifle. He sat, one leg off the platform, resting the barrel of the gun on the railing to steady it. Closing his right eye, he pressed his left to the scope. His rifle wobbled as he moved it, following the road into town. The streets were littered with trash, cars, and broken glass. At least a few of the buildings had burnt or been broken into at some point. The gas station appeared to be intact, as did the grocery store despite an apparent broken window. No signs of the infected, or anyone else for that matter. <br><br>He climbed back down, and paused. What the hell, he'd drive the Jeep in first time. He didn't want to linger too long and the place looked deserted anyways. Laying his sniper rifle down in the backseat, he kept his M16 on the seat next to him. You could never be too safe. He ignited the engine and shifted into first gear. The Wrangler lurched forward, engine humming, as he made his way into town.<br><br>At 28 years old, he was in the physical prime of his life. His career had been going well too - Captain of a Special Operations Squad. His woodland fatigues would blend in well anywhere he went, and his pockets were full of ammo and other supplies. A pack in the back seat contained more. He had learned, in the three months since the world had gone to hell, that you could never be prepared enough for anything, so he tried to be as best prepared as possible. Of his squad of five other soldiers, he was the only one left. He carried their dogtags in his left breast pocket. <br><br>Minutes later, he parked the wrangler outside the grocery store.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving in the Big Apple (Silvestine + Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>04-05-2008, 13:02:00</strong>
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				Casey lifted the scope to her eye, sighting in on the doe that was away from her herd, leaning down to take&nbsp; refreshing drink from the fountain. She just needed one good kill to restore her stock of meat for a while. She was glad at this moment that her father had insisted on her learning to hunt and regardless of how much she detested the act of killing, this was survival. Taking a slow deep breath she squeezed the trigger of the high powered rifle, dealing a killing blow to the animal. <br><br>The doe almost jumped away before collapsing under the killing shot. Casey sighed feeling the tears come to her eyes. Taking another deep breath she walked over to the slain animal and placed her hand on its head. "Thankyou" she whispered looking into its now vacant eyes. Making short work of hauling the animal up off the ground via truck wench and a lamp post she dressed the kill quickly and wrapping it in a set of heavy plastic bags. She needed to get off the street, dusk was coming soon.<br><br>Pushing a stray long brown strand of hair behind her ear, she lowered the animal into the back of her truck,detached the wench hook from creature and reeled it back in and securing it. Sliding behind the steering wheel of the 4x4 diesel truck she commandered from a would be cowboy she turned on the engine. The vehicle vibrated her body for a moment making her amply aware of her more than adequate features. <br><br>Casey's tall 5'9" frame was well built and toned to that of an athelete from working so hard and fighting so much over the last few months. This thing had come to rule her life, and she hated it. She sat in the truck her golden brown eyes staring at the picture of her little brother Kyle that was nestled against the dashboard. He had been the first in her family to succumb to the disease, the rest followed soon afterwards. She never understood why she didnt die too.<br><br>But she hadnt, she was immune. Which is why she was brought to ground zero here in NYC. To work with a team of scientists on a cure. She didnt know they werent immune, until it was too late and she found herself excuting them all just to make it out of the lab alive.That was shitty day, and everyday after that was trial for her not just kill herself. Looking at the picture though, she knows Kyle would rather her fight than die. He would optimistically think that there were other survivors out there and for that reason alone she stays in this God foresaken place in hopes that someone out there is surviving just like her.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving in the Big Apple (Silvestine + Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>06-05-2008, 15:38:51</strong>
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				Most of the produce had gone off, rotting where it had once been put on display. At least, what scavengers hadn't picked off themselves. He did fill a shopping cart up with essentials - cereal, canned fruit, canned beans, canned meat, and the like. Anything that could be cooked - Spaghetti, for instance - along with a few pots, a case of beer and a few other items of choice. He couldn't dally for very long. Staying in one place too long was inviting trouble. <br><br>He wheeled the cart out to his jeep, carefully securing the goods down in the back and checking his surroundings once more. He hadn't seen a gun shop in the town either, but he could do with out one on this trip. His head spun in the direction of a gunshot, hand instinctively going for the pistol holstered at his hip. A few miles away, at best, he instantly though, based on the faintness of the shot.<br><br>Things were a lot quieter since everything feel through. Nature was starting to reclaim its rightful grip on things. There was no music, no sound of cars, no sound of people. Just the birds and wildlife, the trickle of water, and the not so normal sounds: squeaking hinges, a lose shutter banging against the wall. Gunshots had been common in the first few weeks, when things resembled a war zone. But apart from his own gun, he hadn't heard another. Nor had he seen any normal people, not since Marcus had died a month ago...<br><br>He didn't let his thoughts drop to that fateful day. Instead, he quickly started up his jeep and sped out of town, heading towards that gun shot. Chances were he wouldn't find anyone...but just the fact that some one else - a normal person - was near, was too much for him to pass up on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving in the Big Apple (Silvestine + Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>06-05-2008, 22:53:09</strong>
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				Casey put the truck in gear and headed for the concrete building she was staying in. Funny it had been built as a nuclear fall out shelter for a set of families, but when the plague hit all that concrete and steel did nothing for them. She commandered that as well. <br><br>When NYC finally fell she had to pretty much fight her way to the other side of the Hudson and flee as far as should could. She didnt expect things to be set up this way in the quaint New Jersey town, but what the hell one place was as good as another. With all the open ground the diseased were less likely here, they didnt last long in sunlight. <br><br>She was glad for picking up the UV lamps when she did attaching them to the small windows of the building deterred the plagued from jacking with her too much.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving in the Big Apple (Silvestine + Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>09-05-2008, 14:39:18</strong>
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				His jeep rolled over the ground. Its suspension was still in good working order, which was a good thing as the roads were deteriorating, were littered with debris, or had been destroyed by fire and fighting. Not to&nbsp; mention half the driving he did was off road - it was usually safer and faster to avoid certain areas. And the gunshot hadn't come from a residential area. <br><br>It would be pure luck if he came across whomever it was that had fired the shot. He was approaching from one angle, whomever it was could clearly head any other way but towards him. He wasn't sure why he hoped their paths crossed - for all he knew it was one of those bandit groups that had banded together and killed and raped anyone they could find. So maybe this wasn't such a good idea afterall?<br><br>Cresting a rise in the land, he slammed on the brakes and shifted into PARK. He grabbed his sniper rifle, using the scope to scan the surrounding area. 
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 10:28:27</strong>
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				Keeping an eye on the road for obstructions Casey pressed the pedal almost to the floor of the heavy truck. She knew if she didnt get to her safe place soon, there would be diseased on her truck and the kill very quickly. They were attracted by the scent of blood and some were still stupid enough to jump out into the sunlight, especially in the trees. Though she very much doubted too many were left, as she had been killing them off slowly as she found them, yet the prospect having to kill more did not entice her. She wished there were a better way.<br><br>The other issue she tended to run into were the highway men. Evening thinking about them made her shiver with disgust. Raiders, theives, rapists, who drove from town to town pillaging and killing. Some fell to the diseased and some didnt, Casey had only seen them from afar as of yet and wanted to keep it that way. She never announced her existance to the world in this little place, and she wasnt sure what she would do if anyone found her.<br><br>Turning right on to the road her heart dropped, there was a vehicle that hadnt been at that spot before she was sure of it.She stopped the truck and looked down the road. The slight glimmer of light from its top could only mean one thing, scope. Casey grabbed her AK 47 and checked to make sure the clip was still secured in the loading chamber. She pressed down for the window on the passenger side, and rested the heavy gun on the tripod her fashioned in the seat. She leaned over the weapon and peered out of the window with a pair of binoculars. She could make out a figure of a man, and little else. He was pointing his gun at her. This was bad...very very bad she thought to herself.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 17:42:01</strong>
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				The first thing he thought when he saw the truck come into view was 'Raiders!' but that quickly changed when he saw who was driving the truck. That, and the fact that there was no MG mounted on the rear of the truck, nor were their five other people on-board. Or any other trucks. Solo. Like he was. His high-powered scope picked up the facial features of the woman. She spotted his jeep quickly, raising her own binoculars up to see who he was. He wasn't sure how she would recieve his military drab, military vehicle, and high-powered snipers rifle. <br><br>He tried to relax his stance as he raised his hand and waved at her, motioning her to come to him. Friend or foe, it was clear he had the advantage on her. He was stationary, armed with a sniper rifle, and had her zeroed in before she even knew he was there. If she tried to flee, it would be easy for him to put a round through her engine block, disabling her vehicle or through her - a harder shot but easily done at this range. Either case, he left the decision up to her. Not that he had reason to shoot at her or anything. 
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 11:52:53</strong>
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				Casey saw the man wave at her and the rather high powered rifle scope he was looking at her through. She didn't see anyone else in the Jeep, but looked the man over just the same. He was wearing military gear and that made her remember the last soldiers she had seen were at the lab with the disease over taking them. She shuddered and wondered at what he wanted. He didn't seem threatening except for the gun. Fear crept into her heart, what if he was no better than the raiders. Then she would be captured and tortured and God knows what else. She put her sun glasses back on, pressed play on the stereo of the truck, the CD immediately coming on blaring "Born To Be Wild". She reached down and put her .45 automatic next to her right thigh, grabbing an ice cold beer from the cooler and twisted the top off taking a long drink. <br><br>Her dad had always said that if you were going to go out, go out your way. Her mother always said that if you showed kindness and generosity you may not have to leave at all. Casey decided to marry their logic in her mind. Go over offer him a beer and a hello, if he was nice offer him dinner, if he was a spineless son of a bitch blow him to kingdom come. Casey patted the center console, taking the key from around her neck and unlocking the switch exposing the "GO BABY GO" button. It used to be part of a nitrous set up in a sports car, now it was her own personal little red button of doom. It's amazing what you find in the houses of ex-military lab personnel. <br><br>It wasn't the C4 that astounded her so much as the heavy armament ,one just never knows about ones neighbors.&nbsp; She had also found numerous copies of banned literature dealing with the construction of making explosive devices. They were dead and she really didn't want to know, but it came in handy when she decided she needed to make sure that no one would ever get their hands on her. To survive you had to be extreme, but it did not require you to be impolite. Noticing the sun was not waiting for them, she put the truck in gear and drove to meet the man, maybe he would be ok? Pulling up slowly to the crest of the ridge she put the truck in park and rolled the window all the way down looking over to him.She turned down the music and toasted him in greetings with her beer. Her fingers resting lightly on the console front and took a drink of the cooling beverage.<br><br>"It's a little warmer than usual today, care for a cold one?" she asked brightly acting as if there were no plague, no war, no death. Just two people meeting on an empty farm road in the middle of nowhere. Pushing her sunglasses up on top of her head she took a long drink of her beer and waited for his response, her eyes steady and dark. She looked a little worse for wear as she didn't realize there was blood all over her shirt and smeared on her cheek from the gutting earlier.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-05-2008, 19:58:22</strong>
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				Apparently she wasn't about to flee as she drove up towards him. He set his rifle down in the back seat of his car. Keep cool, he reminded himself, eyes darting around to make sure there weren't any other surprises headed his way. He tried to keep relaxed, resting a hand on the holster at his hip. It wasn't the most welcoming of gestures, but it made him more at ease with a gun with in easy range. He leaned on the hood of his jeep as he waited for her to approach.<br><br>"Don't mind if I do." He says, approaching her car in as casual as manner was possible. His heart was racing. At the same time she didn't get out of her vehicle. Hopefully this wasn't some trick. It was wierd hearing her voice - a voice, a female voice -after so many weeks of complete solitude. It was surreal. "I'm uh, Captain Peter Simon..." He says tentatively. She could turn tale at that, him being military and all/
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>21-05-2008, 20:58:36</strong>
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				Casey proffered the sweating beer as she took a long drink of her own. He was cautious and maybe that wasnt such a bad thing, better to be safe than sorry. "My name is Casey Allen, its nice to meet you Captain. I must say I havent seen a soldier in sometime, its nice to see others still out there surviving. May I ask where your heading?" <br><br>Casey moved an awry tendril from her eyes as she looks at the soldier a myriad of ideas coming to mind beforing the beeping of her watch signifying the time distracted her. "It's almost 3. I dont live far from here, and need to get this kill out of the sun and into cold storage. Your welcome to come along if you like" she offered to him "We wont be safe out here for long if the remaining plagued get the scent of my deer."
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-05-2008, 15:25:02</strong>
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				He takes the cold beer. How long since he had one that was actually sweating? He cracked it open and took a replenishing swig. He noticed the blood splatter on her too then, and the kill in the back of her truck. That was risky. The infected would be drawn to the blood like bees to honey. It alarmed him and he instinctively glances around, looking for any signs. When her alarm goes off, he checks his own watch too. Shit - no way he was going to make it back to his place. What choice did he have then?<br><br>"Nice to meet you, Casey. Been a while since i've seen much of anyone. But you're right, we should head back to your place and get you cleaned up. Can't make it back to mine before nightfall and...well...you know what thats like." He says. "Lead the way." He says before jogging over to his Jeep and firing it up, turning to follow her truck.
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 09:13:57</strong>
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				Nodding Casey tilted the bottle back and finished the rest of the beer, putting the truck into gear she motioned for him to follow. Taking the shortest and safest route to the compound was no easy task as one had to utilize their off road driving skills. The tracks over time had worn their way into the earth, but once you drove over the stream of swift running water you hit an entire area covered in bright white gravel. <br><br>At the top of the hill one could see where Casey was leading as the burned remanents of a small collection of houses was clearly seen, the only building in sight was what looked to be a small concrete two car garage with heavy metal doors. All of which was inclosed with in an wrought iron fence. The gravel vertiable burned around the fence, only to have lush green lawn on the inside. Two large rotweillers panted under a makeshift lean to and started barking up quite the storm when Casey pulled up with the stranger. <br><br>&nbsp;"Athos.....Aramis...be easy..." she cried out to the dogs as she put her truck in park and opened the iron gate driving in and pulling off to the side to await for him to enter into her little compound. Giving the dogs a subtle hand signal, they each walked over to where she was holding the gate open and sat next to her, eyeing the stranger in the jeep.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 04:12:37</strong>
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				He follows her, years of experience in driving off the beaten path making it an easy drive for him. As he spots the hill and the burnt out homes, thinking how many spots some one could be hiding in up there, he tenses up. No shots were fired, no visible signal given, and as they make their final approach, he begins to relax. He pulls up beside her, grabbing both his guns out of practiced habit, and eyes the two dogs. A smart idea- they would keep watch while she slept and give plenty of alarm. As they eye him he turns to her.<br><br>"Lets get this deer out of the open and you cleaned up. They'll be drawn to the smell of blood if we don't clean up well." Survival was paramount and small things like an uncleaned cut could severely diminish your chances. 
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 15:29:48</strong>
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				Casey pursed her lips at his order as she unlocked the 4" thick steel doors and opened them wide. She had been living on her own for almost year now, she was very good at taking care of herself and now this....soldier...was about to come in here and tell her what to do?!&nbsp; Casey motioned for him to pull into the far right hand spot in the garage as she walked back to the fence and pushed it closed securing the locks. She looked at the dogs and motioned them over towards the garage "Watch him.." she whispered. <br><br>The two massive animals veritably marched over to garage and sat down in her ususal parking space and watched the man. Their eyes followed his movements yet they didnt make a sound except for their panting.<br><br>After securing the gates Casey got back into the truck, turning it around she began to back in the dogs moving to accomodate the vehicle. The deer was slightly visible through the heavy plastic wrapped securely around it. The animal was drained and completely gutted. The only visible blood was on her shirt and jeans. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 15:46:59</strong>
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				He reversed his jeep into its spot. One thing he had learned was that you always had to prepare. It was much easier - and faster - to drive forward rather then backwards. You never parked in a spot that required you to turn your vehicle around in order to escape. If you did, you were just asking for trouble. Shutting off the engine, he leaves the keys in ignition. Faster that way too - no fumbling around in a pocket trying to find the keys, no shaking hands trying to slide the key into the hole. He shouldered his assault gun and left his rifle on the car seat. <br><br>He moves over towards where she would end up parking, eyeing the two dogs right back. He could deal with them if needed too - a simple bullet to the head at almost any range and they'd be dead long before they could get to him. "I'll take the deer inside, you better wash up the blood." He says, his authoritative nature starting to kick in now that he had found another survivor. 
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 18:51:49</strong>
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				Casey backed her truck in, the dogs moving quickly to what looks like the door to the rest of the safe house. She put it in park and seemed to either not hear or ignore the words the man spoke. She closed the garage doors securing them tightly and turning on the lights. Casey lowered the trucks bed gate and climbed back in, making sure her wrapping was still secure. Then she pulled on the deer and drug it out of the back of the truck and over to what looked like a hatch in the floor. She unlocked the latch and then spun the wheel, pushing the deer into the hole, it slid away as she turned the wheel back and locked it tight.<br><br>Casey stopped and looked at this guy. She shook her head and crossed her arms. "Listen my friend you dont know shit about how I live and how I handle things. I have been living on my own, and quite comfortably I might add ,for sometime. I am not under your control, and I dont owe anything to you.Besides you wouldnt have known where to take the deer even if you walked into the next room.I have been nothing but polite to you, if you cant afford the same to me, then sleep in your truck and I will bring some food to you at first light. The doors are secure, they cant get in." she spoke evenly and politely but her hand never left her gun as she backed into the door to the little room. She snapped the fingers of her free hand and the dogs came right to her. "So tell me what it will be? Are you going to be civil and happy you found another survivor or do I need to not trust you at all and leave you up here to sleep in the garage?" she motioned to the almost spartan room.
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