I'll wait before posting again, but I have ideas for it so I'll start writing asap. Moving house at the moment so I'm on and off. No worries though, still here!
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Pre-Guildfall, 2008. Communication is what makes a lasting roleplay.
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I suppose we can give it a week or two longer before we lay it to rest.
While we wait, we can get more posts up. Who would like to enact Apokalipse's characters' deaths?
While we wait, we can get more posts up. Who would like to enact Apokalipse's characters' deaths?
It's all right, we're a dedicated bunch.
From now on, I'm reading CatDog's speech in a Russian accent.
Aw, that's totally understandable. Give your pup lots of hugs from us.
MC, yeah I guess it depends on what the characters want to do. If they feel like staying, they will. How they deal with it can't really be known until they do.
MC, yeah I guess it depends on what the characters want to do. If they feel like staying, they will. How they deal with it can't really be known until they do.
Chris lifted the rifle over her shoulders and loosened the strap some, enough to yank it back into her hands as soon as possible, but not enough to create too much noise when she walked, so long as she was careful. She waited a moment for Cat to inspect the doorway and enter the store room, then followed. She kept an arm's reach of distance between herself and Cat, but peered over his shoulder at the contents of the box he opened.
Confident they hadn't roused anything reanimated, Chris skirted around him and walked deeper into the store room. Metal shelves twice as tall as she stood in rows near the back, packed with cardboard boxes. She cleared the aisles the same way she'd done in the front of the store and, finding no other exit, returned to Cat.
She crouched by the box, grunting quite unwillingly when a slight jolt of pain ran through her leg, and shrugged off her rifle and backpack. She kept the rifle between her legs as she piled chips, nutrition bars and cookies into the bag. When finished, Chris extended a hand to Cat and gestured to the first aid kit. Perhaps Mercy would find some relief in extra medical supplies.
At the distant sound of a raised voice, Chris jumped up. "You hear that?" she asked. No walker made a sound like that, like words, as far as she knew. But those bastards had a way of learning new skills. She snatched the backpack and rifle up and jogged out of the room, slinging them over her shoulders as she went. The ache in her knee grew stronger the farther she jogged.
Tony felt Mercy begin to slow and did the same, unwilling to walk more than three feet away from her. The muscles in his back twitched with the knowledge of her proximity, reminding him when he went too far or got too close. He opened his mouth to respond to her, but felt her fingers wrap around his upper arm and pull him aside.
He recovered quickly, his reflexes improving significantly since the attack on the farm, and ducked behind a fallen table. His mind replayed the shout over and over until he was convinced it was human. He reluctantly acknowledged it did not mean they were safe, yet. Shifting his weight on the tiles, Tony turned the crowbar around in his calloused palm. "Can you make out what they're saying?" he asked in a choked whisper.
Confident they hadn't roused anything reanimated, Chris skirted around him and walked deeper into the store room. Metal shelves twice as tall as she stood in rows near the back, packed with cardboard boxes. She cleared the aisles the same way she'd done in the front of the store and, finding no other exit, returned to Cat.
She crouched by the box, grunting quite unwillingly when a slight jolt of pain ran through her leg, and shrugged off her rifle and backpack. She kept the rifle between her legs as she piled chips, nutrition bars and cookies into the bag. When finished, Chris extended a hand to Cat and gestured to the first aid kit. Perhaps Mercy would find some relief in extra medical supplies.
At the distant sound of a raised voice, Chris jumped up. "You hear that?" she asked. No walker made a sound like that, like words, as far as she knew. But those bastards had a way of learning new skills. She snatched the backpack and rifle up and jogged out of the room, slinging them over her shoulders as she went. The ache in her knee grew stronger the farther she jogged.
Tony felt Mercy begin to slow and did the same, unwilling to walk more than three feet away from her. The muscles in his back twitched with the knowledge of her proximity, reminding him when he went too far or got too close. He opened his mouth to respond to her, but felt her fingers wrap around his upper arm and pull him aside.
He recovered quickly, his reflexes improving significantly since the attack on the farm, and ducked behind a fallen table. His mind replayed the shout over and over until he was convinced it was human. He reluctantly acknowledged it did not mean they were safe, yet. Shifting his weight on the tiles, Tony turned the crowbar around in his calloused palm. "Can you make out what they're saying?" he asked in a choked whisper.
Typically a back up generator runs on fuel, and the average generator can run for 8 hours powering a hospital. If we're to assume the mall is roughly the same size as a hospital or bigger, the back up generator would have conked out weeks ago.
A security room / control room would exist, but I doubt the power is still on.
Welcome back :D
Welcome back :D
With Mercy taking the lead and the horse waiting outside, Tony stalked into the foyer. He watched the others split up and part ways, spreading out across the mall. One hand hovering over the revolver on his belt, seeking the comfort of its ability to remind him he could defend himself, he crept along behind Mercy through the foyer and into the atrium of the first floor.
Tables packed the open area, once neatly arranged according to the patterned floor tiles beneath them, now broken and cast about the room in disarray. Glass lined the floor here, as well. Tony stepped gingerly around and over it where he could, the tiniest of shards embedding themselves in his sneakers. He and Mercy stopped, stood between two pairs of frozen escalators, to look around.
He turned in a slow circle, doing his best to keep their backs facing one another the same way Christina always did with him. The cluttered state of the atrium, the marble columns, the elevators, plants and walls, all provided hiding places for the smartest of the undead.
Tony swore he saw movement behind the farthest escalator, but a second look turned up nothing. Mercy brushed his arm and he shivered. "Nothing," he whispered over his shoulder to her. They moved forward again, towards the food court.
To the right of the atrium, Chris reached the all-glass store front of the video game outlet. Unsurprisingly, the windows managed to remain untouched; nobody looted video games when they were fighting for their lives. She stepped inside, scowling over the five foot tall shelves, and made her way through the first aisle.
The odd game case or cardboard box obstructed her path, but the store seemed almost as it had been prior to the outbreak. Except the smell. She couldn't place it, exactly. She raised the baton every time she turned into a new aisle, and cleared them in minutes. The rooms in the back remained, as much as she wished they didn't. Glancing at her temporary partner, Chris gestured to the registers and the open door behind them. She didn't trust Cat not to murder her the second he got the chance. "You first."
Tables packed the open area, once neatly arranged according to the patterned floor tiles beneath them, now broken and cast about the room in disarray. Glass lined the floor here, as well. Tony stepped gingerly around and over it where he could, the tiniest of shards embedding themselves in his sneakers. He and Mercy stopped, stood between two pairs of frozen escalators, to look around.
He turned in a slow circle, doing his best to keep their backs facing one another the same way Christina always did with him. The cluttered state of the atrium, the marble columns, the elevators, plants and walls, all provided hiding places for the smartest of the undead.
Tony swore he saw movement behind the farthest escalator, but a second look turned up nothing. Mercy brushed his arm and he shivered. "Nothing," he whispered over his shoulder to her. They moved forward again, towards the food court.
To the right of the atrium, Chris reached the all-glass store front of the video game outlet. Unsurprisingly, the windows managed to remain untouched; nobody looted video games when they were fighting for their lives. She stepped inside, scowling over the five foot tall shelves, and made her way through the first aisle.
The odd game case or cardboard box obstructed her path, but the store seemed almost as it had been prior to the outbreak. Except the smell. She couldn't place it, exactly. She raised the baton every time she turned into a new aisle, and cleared them in minutes. The rooms in the back remained, as much as she wished they didn't. Glancing at her temporary partner, Chris gestured to the registers and the open door behind them. She didn't trust Cat not to murder her the second he got the chance. "You first."
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