I've a vague idea of the image. If Dog and Kaylah are headed left, Chris and Cat headed right, then Tony and Mercy will take the middle.
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Hmm, I'm not going to have time to post :( sorry! Mercy's got Tony's back though if you wouldn't mind her shadowing him until I get back?
They got this.
I imagine this mall might have a small ammunitions store, but it would have been highly regulated and probably ransacked by now. Might be some select bullets around, maybe a gun or two.
Watching his best friend jog into the street, Tony squeezed the crowbar in his hands until his forearms shook. So focused on Christina, he didn't feel the man behind him growing closer until they were all but pressed together. He might have shivered, if he wasn't so concerned for his safety. At the touch of Cat's finger, Tony seized up. The shaking stopped, but his grip on the crowbar remained tight. He said nothing, holding his breath until Christina came back to them.
Chris split her attention between the archway entrance to the shopping mall and the group converging behind her. In the back of her mind, she noticed the distance Mercy kept from the rest of them. She itched to tell her not to stray far, but she knew why Mercy couldn't stay close by, and kept her mouth shut.
She heard only the key words of each of their comments, enough to make a close enough guess at what they were saying. Supplies, the night, splitting up, rendezvous. Chris rubbed her face with her free hand, smudging her jawline with a dirty thumb.
"Tony, you and Mercy," she said, gesturing to both of them in turn. She spoke softly, yet clear enough for them all to hear the reluctance in her voice. As she gave instructions, she again felt the phantom weight of her old uniform. "You, Dog, go with Mortal Kombat over there. I'll go with you," she nodded to Cat. She wasn't about to let anyone else alone with the psycho. "Don't go far, look for stuff we can use and carry. Rendezvous in the foyer in ten." Chris gave them all a once-over, then straightened and, throwing her rifle on her shoulder, marched into the mall.
For his part, Tony gave Mercedes his half-hearted smile and inched away from Cat before following Christina through the arch. He waited there for the bowman to move ahead, mimicking Christina's form.
The moment her boots touched the marble floor, she began to step as lightly as her bum knee would allow. Her right foot dragged just so, creating the slightest of sounds. Batton drawn, she motioned for everyone to fan out, then moved to the right side of the foyer. She passed a broken eyeglasses kiosk and carefully avoided the shattered glass spread across the floor. A string of small stores lined the side of the foyer, some windows smashed; video games stores, perfumes, all useless to them. Still, she approached. In the very least, she could clear them of the undead.
Chris split her attention between the archway entrance to the shopping mall and the group converging behind her. In the back of her mind, she noticed the distance Mercy kept from the rest of them. She itched to tell her not to stray far, but she knew why Mercy couldn't stay close by, and kept her mouth shut.
She heard only the key words of each of their comments, enough to make a close enough guess at what they were saying. Supplies, the night, splitting up, rendezvous. Chris rubbed her face with her free hand, smudging her jawline with a dirty thumb.
"Tony, you and Mercy," she said, gesturing to both of them in turn. She spoke softly, yet clear enough for them all to hear the reluctance in her voice. As she gave instructions, she again felt the phantom weight of her old uniform. "You, Dog, go with Mortal Kombat over there. I'll go with you," she nodded to Cat. She wasn't about to let anyone else alone with the psycho. "Don't go far, look for stuff we can use and carry. Rendezvous in the foyer in ten." Chris gave them all a once-over, then straightened and, throwing her rifle on her shoulder, marched into the mall.
For his part, Tony gave Mercedes his half-hearted smile and inched away from Cat before following Christina through the arch. He waited there for the bowman to move ahead, mimicking Christina's form.
The moment her boots touched the marble floor, she began to step as lightly as her bum knee would allow. Her right foot dragged just so, creating the slightest of sounds. Batton drawn, she motioned for everyone to fan out, then moved to the right side of the foyer. She passed a broken eyeglasses kiosk and carefully avoided the shattered glass spread across the floor. A string of small stores lined the side of the foyer, some windows smashed; video games stores, perfumes, all useless to them. Still, she approached. In the very least, she could clear them of the undead.
I'll write up another post later today, moving on into the mall.
Checking in here. Still very much interested in this RP.
@FaithsRose I say post now and we'll keep your characters close by if you need us to. You'll only be gone a couple days, it'll be pretty easy if we know where your characters are at.
That poor boy, he'll never catch a break. :D
Okay y'all, I set things in motion. Vets can be with Chris and Tony if they want, but don't feel obliged.
Christina crouched against the whitewashed wall of an office building. Through the thin material of her shirt, the sun-heated wall warmed the skin of her back. Bracing herself on one hand -- the other gripping her rifle -- she peered around the corner.
The city appeared frozen in the state it must have been in when the outbreak hit. They hadn't made it far enough to see the real damage yet, only half a mile or so into the bulk of the city, but the street ahead gave them a pretty good idea. A few odd cars parked in the middle of the road, abandoned for all Chris could tell; she spied a shoe here or a baseball cap there, a gas can lay just ten feet away.
No sign of the undead.
She kept looking, under cars and dumps, for the slightest movement, until Tony stood up beside her. She was always aware of his presence beside or behind her. "Stay on the sidewalk," she told him.
"Don't go anywhere you don't go," he replied. She glanced over her shoulder at him. The corners of his mouth twitched up just slightly; the best smile he could manage. "I know."
With a nod, Chris all but marched around the corner. She followed her own instructions, keeping herself close to the wall of an office building, and checking every alley for the undead. Her grip on the rifle tightened.
At the end of the road, on the right hand side so she could only see so much of it, stood the arched entrance to a shopping mall. Their best chance at restocking supplies and the worst. She couldn't tell how big, or if the place was infested, from where she stood. Putting out a hand to the others, she stopped and surveyed the street again, then jogged across the road.
The sunlit marble foyer opened out into the mall's vast first floor, where rows of plants intersected with food and sales stalls. Chris could just make out the bottom of an escalator to one side. The whole place might have been pretty, if not for the overturned, bloodied tables and the shattered kiosks. She saw no bodies, not even roaming walkers. She jogged back to Tony.
"They're in there. Just hiding."
The city appeared frozen in the state it must have been in when the outbreak hit. They hadn't made it far enough to see the real damage yet, only half a mile or so into the bulk of the city, but the street ahead gave them a pretty good idea. A few odd cars parked in the middle of the road, abandoned for all Chris could tell; she spied a shoe here or a baseball cap there, a gas can lay just ten feet away.
No sign of the undead.
She kept looking, under cars and dumps, for the slightest movement, until Tony stood up beside her. She was always aware of his presence beside or behind her. "Stay on the sidewalk," she told him.
"Don't go anywhere you don't go," he replied. She glanced over her shoulder at him. The corners of his mouth twitched up just slightly; the best smile he could manage. "I know."
With a nod, Chris all but marched around the corner. She followed her own instructions, keeping herself close to the wall of an office building, and checking every alley for the undead. Her grip on the rifle tightened.
At the end of the road, on the right hand side so she could only see so much of it, stood the arched entrance to a shopping mall. Their best chance at restocking supplies and the worst. She couldn't tell how big, or if the place was infested, from where she stood. Putting out a hand to the others, she stopped and surveyed the street again, then jogged across the road.
The sunlit marble foyer opened out into the mall's vast first floor, where rows of plants intersected with food and sales stalls. Chris could just make out the bottom of an escalator to one side. The whole place might have been pretty, if not for the overturned, bloodied tables and the shattered kiosks. She saw no bodies, not even roaming walkers. She jogged back to Tony.
"They're in there. Just hiding."
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