The Gun Shop Survival IC

[Shoryu]

OOC


It's been approximately a week since the 'shit' hit the fan, monsters began to appear seemingly out of nowhere, most were lesser creatures, but monsters none the less and nobody was prepared for it. At first it was just these creatures, but then those they killed began to rise from the dead, bringing about swarms of dumb zombies that seem to be difficult to kill without decapitation or full body destruction. One gunshop in particular however has become the most defensible position in the Entire City of Austin Texas, with the closest thing to a limitless amount of ammunition available there has been a considerable ammount of bodies built up outside of the shop, only a few of them are actual humans. The shop has remarkably remained open, allowing people to come in and 'acquire' a smaller firearm and small amount of ammo in exchange for just information, however anything greater requires something to trade, whether that's services or other objects.

However Issues have begun to arise, such as a recent break in in the factory section of the block resulted in it being over-run, limiting potential production until It can be reclaimed and properly fortified. Food stores are also running low, and so much must be done to ensure the long-term survival of those who've committed to living in the gunshop and helping the survival of the other survivors within.

Things haven't been that simple however, Some normal humans have gone through certain mutations both minor and absolute, in some cases they resemble these monsters, and in other cases they maybe be completely unique in their own way. They are capable of remaining sane and individual, however not all are able to cope with no longer being human and might go mad regardless.

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Michael Kenston, The Ceo of Gun Runners Inc., Was currently sat in the common's room, hunched over a little in a chair at once end of the large Pool table they used for meetings, His posture more from an ache all through his body than from laziness. He'd recently undergone one of the more thorough mutations, Now a very much reptilian man, and his body still aches greatly from the stress on his body, though not quite so bad that he can't function. He mentally recounted the shock that he saw whenever everyone found out what had happened to, not to mention the difficulty of proving he was still sane, and now he had to share some rather detrimental news with the other survivors in the building. He pulled up the Radio device that connected the speaker system and proceeded with his 'little' announcement, though his voice was a bit raspy and strained. "Attention please... For those who aren't currently in the midst of crucial duties, or preparing to leave the shop for an important mission, I have important information to discuss with all available in the Commons room. Certain Crucial objectives Requires attention." After he finished he shut off the radio and say back, straightening up with a slight groan, clearly determined to appear the strong leader even after his difficult mutations.

[Arsenal]

Tony was hard at work at his bench, completing a refurbishing for a local customer who'd wanted him to drill and tap the receiver of one of his old Soviet-era surplus rifles, an old M91/30. He'd already done the hard work, using the machinery to precisely drill out the holes to mount the scope, and had already threaded the holes for the screws. All that was left now was actually mounting the scope and sighting it, something the customer wanted to take care of himself. Tony smiled and picked up the old, antique rifle, moving it to a locker where he kept the rifles he was refurbishing or modifying for customers, unfortunately a lot of the rifles he suspected wouldn't be leaving the locker anytime soon. A lot of the guns were from standing orders from before the outbreak a week ago, and he didn't know if any of the customers would even bother to show up and pick up their guns in the midst of this chaos, let alone, if they were even still alive to come.

He rested the old M91/30 in the locker, but his attention was taken by an antique firearm resting not far from it, an extremely old 1873 Springfield Trapdoor rifle. Tony picked the old trapdoor rifle up, looking down at the tag attached to the trigger-guard, detailing the owner's name and other pertinent information. Despite being well over a hundred years old, the gun was practically new. It had never been fired, spending its many years in the cases of collectors. It happened to end up in Tony's possession only two weeks ago, when the previous owner brought it in to have the stock refinished and the barrel blued, to counter the effects of father time on the antique. It was love at first sight, Tony absolutely had to have the rifle, but of course the owner had refused to sell. Sadly, the outbreak happened on the exact day that the customer was to come pick up his gun; they found find his body sitting outside the shop's doors, apparently having sought shelter from the monstrosities now roaming the earth outside. The old antique had just been sitting in the locker since; no one was really interested right now in trading for a hundred-year-old single-shot rifle, especially not when there were more modern and practical options readily available.

Tony shouldered the rifle, aiming it off in the distance down the hall, but that moment was interrupted by the sound of the PA system coming on, he turned his head upwards to listen. The voice of his recently-reptilian employer came on, announcing a need for everyone to meet in the commons room to discuss something 'crucial'. He sighed, setting the rifle back in the locker and locking the large, deadbolt which kept it secure. He proceeded towards the commons room, jogging along the way to get there more quickly.

Entering the room, he saw Michael sitting inside already, though with his back turned to him, he swung the door open and proceeded inside, lazily flopping down across from him on an adjacent chair. He scooped up one of the billiards from the pool table, rolling the heavy ball across his palm, "Hey boss, something' wrong? Is it about the food?"

[FoxMask]

Deadra looked around slowly as she scanned the building's surrounding the Shop, nothing seemed out of place. She frowned and looked closely at an office block,still no movement.
What a boring day, she thought to herself as she shifted position and leaned back against the roof ledge.

Some days were full of excitment and others were like this, hot and b o r i n g! She tapped her thumb against the sniper handle and aclear metal ring sounded out, she stayed absolutely still, hoping the ring would drive some attention their way so she had something to do but nothing happened and she grumbled.

Deadra flicked her fox tail in annoyance and stood to stretch just as the intercom rang out through the speaker in the corner of the roof, "Attention please... For those who aren't currently in the midst of crucial duties, or preparing to leave the shop for an important mission, I have important information to discuss with all available in the Commons room. Certain Crucial objectives Requires attention."

Deadra smiled and picked up her sniper and swung it over her back, finally something to do! she thought with a grin and started at an incredibly fast run toward the vent entrance on her right. she leapt into it and with a calm speed she raced through the confusing maze of vents thanks to her very small stature and came to a stop just above the common room. She looked at the metal grid and with a considerable force she kicked it in and it came loose only to fall to the floor with a loud clang.

She followed soon after and landed in the common room and looked around to see who had already come. She bowed respectively to Micheal and Tony in turn and stood by the wall silently while waiting for something to happen.

[Bucktooth172]

Jay had been in this store for about a week now, ever since the outbreak occured. Jay felt lucky that he was in the right place at the right time. He could easliy be dead by now if he had been in the streets or in his home. Jay then felt his new growths on his arm, which still hurt, but the pain was dulling. It had been several days since he grew these and he hadnt exeactly gotten used to them. He had bumped into things several times.

He touched them softly, feeling the roughness, yet smothness throughout. He then grabbed his bow, which felt like a grasp onto his past. He admired his bow, and wouldnt be what he was today without it.

Jay had been standing in the show room for the past hour when he heard the radio. Jay decided he better go see what was up. Jay walked over to the stairs and walked up and into the meeting room. There were several people inside. He gave a nod in recognition and stood against the wall, waiting for the meeting to start.

[WingedChaos]

Perched on one of the high beams right on the fringes of the factory section, Alex looked down watching the rambling of a few monsters, her eyes a dull grey matching the bored look on her face. It had been a few days since these things had broken in to this part of the factory, luckily they had been able to hold back the initial onslaught but for now this part of the building remain a red zone. Pushing a strand of her annoyingly pink hair back behind her ear she let out a soft sigh, wishing she could listen to music but she was on watch duty making sure that the stragglers that came in and out of here didn't suddenly multiply and try to attack the main building again.

"Where the hell is my replacement at.." She growled softly to herself, tapping out a soft rhythm on the beam, having been sitting there since early dawn just watching what went on down on the factory floor. Hopefully Micheal, or boss man as she commonly referred to him would come up with a decent plan soon enough to at least place a makeshift barrier against the torn garage door meant for deliveries so that they could actually make use of the area once more. Not that she really cared about helping with that, she was more concerned about security and the fact she wasn't allowed in here unless she was on watch duty.

"Finally~" She said grinning as her replacement entered the factory on one of the lower catwalks strung through out the place before signal the all clear spinning around jumping down through a high raised window near her perch, landing softly on a main pipe larger enough to support her small weight before launching herself down on to a table chuckling softly at the startled response she earned from the theatrics she just pulled. Flashing them a brief smile she neatly got down off of it brushing her clothes out, putting her newly own 9-mil Beretta back in its holster, before heading towards her room yawning softly. A week ago she had only come to the store to see if she could pocket a new knife or at least a sharpener for her old ones, just something small and easy to make off with; she hadn't expected to be given a crash course in firing a close range handgun a few hours later as the monsters, that were becoming so familiar to her now, starting first showing up. They had seemingly appeared out of no where attacking people on the streets and buildings sending the whole city into a sheer panic, the same city that she lived in spending her early years running in and out of back alleys the only thing she had to worry about was finding food. Now she had to worry about that and not getting attacked by creatures and their undead kin.

"Attention please... For those who aren't currently in the midst of crucial duties, or preparing to leave the shop for an important mission, I have important information to discuss with all available in the Commons room. Certain Crucial objectives Requires attention."

Hearing the announcement blare through out the building, Alex sighed softly to herself debating on answering the summons or ditching out to get some sleep, as she took a side hallway towards a small stairway leading down towards the living quarters and the commons room as well. She had just finished learning all the in and outs of this building, finally feeling safe inside the building knowing how to get out of it from any location within it. Deciding not to be selfish, and that she'd just catch a few winks of shuteye during her next watch hour she took a sharp right trotting towards the Commons room, wondering if what the crucial objectives would be as she opened the door, nodding at the three other members in the room, uttering a small greetings towards the formally human lizard man at the front of the room before perching on the edge of a chair her knees against her chest resting her head on them waiting for this to get started, her eyes closed pretending to doze off.

[Deamonbane]

"One,two, three, duck, kick," He shouted, Drilling his students in the regular self defense combinations: A right punch, left hook, right elbow block, ducking under a punch, and a knee kick. It was tae-kwon-do 101, and these guys thought they had had it figured out when they got here. He was teaching them otherwise, and they were sweating hard.

Diego was wearing a pair of defense gloves, allowing his student to hit him as hard as she wanted. It wasn't that hard anyway. He blocked and blocked and blocked some more, until all his students were dripping in sweat, and eye-begging him for a break. Nothing doing. They were going to stay here until they dripped blood. He had several other trainers there, obviously, but he didn't know who they were, and he couldn't see their faces.

Finally he called a break, and he looked at his students. Odd, they actually were dripping blood. He saw their faces, and broke into a cold sweat. They were... They were...

He shot out of bed, covered in sweat, and his sidearm in his hand. He gulped down a lump in his throat, and moved over to the sink, and poured some water over his head. Water was still coming in, oddly, and so was electricity. He grabbed a sandwich out of the fridge, and gulped it down along with a spot of coffee. He grabbed his weapons, and left the house.

The critters were gravitating to the center of the city, and had mainly left his place in the suburbs alone. He strolled out, with his assault rifle at the ready. The bodies of some of the monsters on his front lawn were a testament to the fact that one could never be too careful. He stepped into his car, a GMC sedan, and started it. Hundreds of hours in mechanics training paid off, and his car was in perfect shape, even though it was about 10 years old. He had explored most of Houston, and found that most of the humans left alive didn't want visitors, emphasizing this with rather poor shooting. So he decided to move. He walked back into the house, and grabbed all the food, supplies, and items that he didn't wish to part with just yet, and stashed them in the car.

"Puta, que pariu," He whispered," Seeya old house," He said and started driving. He thought he should try Austin first.

[McFazzer]

Adrian had been lucky. Lucky beyond belief. Adrian was actually at an all time low when he wen't into the Gun Shop. He was close to losing his job, his ex badgered him constantly and he had to get his car serviced, again. When Adrian was in store he asked what was the most reliable hand gun, he was told the Glock. When Adrian asked, which Glock will be least likely to miss, he was told the Glock 18. Adrian was almost going to buy it, he had it in his hand, then the world went down the toilet.

A week had past since then and Adrian was now always conflicted. He currently in his free time, so he was in the corner of where he slept, holding the Glock he ended up holding on to. Adrian was always tempted to kill himself, but he didn't was to kill himself in a way that would cause others issues. Adrian always tried to rationalize killing himself, the most common one was "There would be one less mouth to feed" yet the some counter to that was "If your dead there will be one less person to help in a crisis" that last point always pulled him back from the brink, but it was doing less and less of a good job as time wore on.

"Attention please... For those who aren't currently in the midst of crucial duties, or preparing to leave the shop for an important mission, I have important information to discuss with all available in the Commons room. Certain Crucial objectives Requires attention."

With a sigh, Adrian stood up, checked his old pocket watch, grabbed his umbrella and holstered his pistol. While searching for his jacket Adrian wondered why he still kept his umbrella, he actually thought about it a lot, "Why hold on to this stuff?" eventually he decided to stop thinking about it, if it turned out to be important, then good to have it. Finding his jacket, Adrian made his way to the Commons room. As he neared, Adrian put on a small smile, mainly to hide his inner turmoils, but also his own little way of defying a world that is out to kill him, funny thing though, even the best smile cant hide bags under your eyes.

Adjusting his glasses, Adrian entered and looked around, finding a seat and settled down for what seemed like what would be some serious business.

[Shoryu]

Michael's eyes quickly drifted to Tony as he entered, a bit of a smile crossing that new muzzle of his as he gave a bit of a nod "Aye, that's one of the issues, It's coming time to send a team out to scavenge for food, and preferably refrigeration parts or containers that can be safely transported back... Hrm, I should explain everything once more people are in here... There's a handful of critical matters requiring attention soon."

He found himself whirling about slightly and blinking wildly when Deadra came out of the ceiling, snickering a little himself he cast a nod in her direction, noting that respectful bow of hers " heheh, Wily as Always. " and then turning to see who came in next, and that next was Jay, who gained a nod in return before Michael started to ponder where best to start now that more people were filtering in.

He gave a returned greeting to alex with a little smile, though was a bit lost in thought as he mentally prepared the information. He also gave a slightly distracted greeting to adrian as he entered, and then with a fair handful of people present he got things started.

"Okay, now that we've got some people here... There's 3 Serious Issues that need attention. We don't have to handle all of it at once, but 'soon' would be great. Currently the First and greatest threat is the food shortage, We need a team of explorative people to head out and scavenge certain buildings for food supplies, or even better, for storage/refrigeration parts and containers to help finish our food storage room so we can scavenge ahead of time and make the food last much longer....... our second and much closer issue is the factory complex, We can't access any of our vehicles without getting in there, and our production capabilities are minimal without it, and not to mention that a large ammount of our materials storage was in there too, and as you know it's been over-run, but it 'is' a massive building and will be difficult to fully clear, a larger team would be best, though a smaller team could at least snatch a vehicle for us to use until we can dedicate a larger number to properly clearing it out.... The next issue isn't immediately threatening, however it could go that way quickly. Anyone with a brain has imagined how crazy people could become even when their still capable of surviving, and the roof sniper has pointed out that we have some people dressed in black that seem to be scouting our area. It's a little too much to assume their psychopath's, though caution is important. They may be something we can negotiate with, like some biker gangs, Though if their some mad cult then they could prove to be a great danger, and of course anyone who goes out to handle this is not restricted by curtosy, if they give more than a warning shot then damn well defend yourself.

He had barely seemed to take a breath during the pre-briefing, though in reality he had learned a long time ago to speak while breathing where needed. "The main point of this meeting currently is to decide how to go about dealing with these issues and which to handle first. For instance, I don't think we can fully secure the factory complex 'today' because we need food most of all today, so if anyone goes in there it'll need a smaller objective like retrieving materials stored inside or a vehicle..... Now the important part is to discuss which one to take care of and who works on which one... Normally i would be interested in handling the 'potentially' diplomatic mission myself... But i'm in no state to negotiate with people who might point a gun at me, this... 'change' needs to stabilize so things start feeling normal again... So i'll most likely join anyone who goes on one of the other 2."

[Arsenal]

Tony entertained himself through the speech by rolling the billiard across his hands, listening very intently while he evaluated what role he should play in the matter, as well as what thoughts on the matter he could offer. He was momentarily mesemerised by the fact that Michael was speaking without seemingly stopping to draw a breath, but that would be the least surprising thing that had happened to Michael in recent times, considering his recent 'change'. Tony tried to spin the billiard on the tip of his finger and balance it, but the heavy ball fell out of his hand and nearly hit the floor, had Tony not scrambled clumsily to catch it out of midair. A stupid grin crossed his face when he successfully kept himself from dropping the ball, and stood up, setting the billiard on the table, rolling it across to let it sink right into the corner pocket of the pool table.

"Well, boss, I agree about the factory situation. It is best to put that off, but we gotta go back in there soon. Yeah we can scavenge, but if we actually find something out there, without a truck to bring back the supplies, we're probably not going to be able to haul more than a handful at a time back home, not exactly efficient."

He dropped back into the chair quite lazily, flopping down before he continued, "If we can at least get back there and take a truck or something, we're going to be able to bring back bigger hauls on scavenging trips. I suggest that we go down there and at least take back one of our own trucks before we even think about going out to scavenge supplies, but that's just what I think boss."

"Still, I think I might have better luck dealing with the scouts outside, might be able to talk down those mad biker cult gang people that're stalking our territory," Tony scoffed, jokingly adding, "Besides, what's the worst possible scenario? They turn out to be some cannibalistic cult or something?"

[Bucktooth172]

Jay listened intently to what Micheal was saying. It was weird listening to a human lizard talk to you. It was something Jay hadnt quite gotten used to, but was something that would become normal over time. After thinking about what Micheal had said, he wasnt sure what he would be best at. He could help take back the big room or at least get a truck. He could also go help get food which they desperatly needed. It was a decision that needed to be made and Jay just wansnt sure which route to take.

Then Tony added in after Micheal had stopped talking. What he said made lots of sense. Get a truck to help carry things. If they had to waste so much energy just carrying stuff back, it left them vulnerable to attacks if they got tired.

"I agree with Tony, we should get a truck or something to carry supplies. If we waste lots of energy carrying back a big find, it will leave us vulnerable in a tight situation. If we have to give up a find, it would be a waste of time and a day. It would also be a day closer to no food. What ever we decide or where ever I am needed, I will help."

Jay stood there against the wall after he had finished giving his opinion. He wasnt sure what others would say, but it was his opinion and he felt he had to get it out. If he just sat back and did nothing and went with the flow, he would kick himself later if a plan he felt wrong about went sour. It did not happen yet, but Jay didnt want it to happen ever.