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"What do you think Boss?"
Aldo was crouched from a distance behind and overturned car as he silently watched the gas station, even from a distance he could see that someone had beaten them to the place, the smashed windows provided a clear view into the station, the man inside was pillaging from what it looked like. Although the noise he was making was a bad idea even during the day. That kind of noise could easily draw unwanted attention if was it was dead or alive, however they were still in the boonies and the farmlands so it was a slim chance too many walkers would come this way, unless they were traveling in a pack looking for food then it was a bad thing. Aldo lowered himself behind the car as he looked at Arlo.
"Ok Arlo we don't know if this man is hostile or not, so obviously both of us walking up there would be a bad idea, I would wait for him to just leave but I doubt he is going to without looting whatever there is first, and we can't have that either. Take the long way around and stay low you come in from behind and be my back up, Ill come up the front, once your in position I will approach the man, if he is violent then you come in from behind and finish him, these old gas stations have serve doors in the back so it shouldnt be too hard to get in behind him."
"You got it Boss."
Arlo was silent as he took the shotgun off his back and ran off in the opposite direction, he was quick but low as he started making his way around to the back of the station. He hoped that Aldo knew what he was doing, sometimes he took things a bit to much for granted and it ended up getting him in more trouble then it was worth. Arlo couldn't think like that either way though, it was because of Aldo that they had survived for as long as they did, Arlo could admit it even though it was hard that he wouldn't have made it without his brothers smarts. Arlo was not smart and that was undeniable, he was what some might call a brute, he was way better at carrying out orders then he was giving them to others. Truthfully Aldo was getting up in years that was the problem, and all this walking and lack of food and water, while it didn't bother him as much Aldo was a different case. He could see it in his eyes, the tiredness he was feeling, thats why he had convinced his brother to try and come to Chicago. You can't beat time, and even Arlo knew that.
Arlo quickly cleared his thoughts as he made his way around the back of the gas station, he kept low to the scattered vehicles as not to be seen, but the man inside was too busy scavenging so he doubted he would see him pass by. Reaching the back of the building Arlo quickly spotted the service entrance, walking up to it he quickly tested the knob, it was unlocked, returning to the side of the building he gave a sign to his Aldo that he was ready and quickly returned to the service entrance, slowly opening the door, he quietly inserted himself into the station and cradled the shotgun in his arms. Slowly he made his way forward through the back store room, the door in front of him would lead to the front of the station. He could hear the man now rummaging around, sneaking up to the cracked door he silently made his way beside it and waited for the command.
Aldo watched silently for the signal that his brother was in position, when he got it he slowly pulled out one of his Beretta's and clutched it tightly in his hand. He had been thinking of what approach to take, the frontal approach or the sneaky approach, either one would be risky if the man inside was hostile. Aldo quickly decided, standing up in full view he walked out from beside the car and acted as if he was a weary traveler, he was an old man after all, perhaps he could make that work to his advantage. Slowly making his way into the parking lot he passed by the pumps and came into clear view of the gas station, slowly raising his gun he spoke in an Italian accent towards the man in the building making sure to keep a distance.
"You in the building, I mean you no harm, but I do not know if you share the same sediment, so come out slowly with your hands up and I won't shoot, you have my word..."
Aldo waited for whatever reply he would get he made a quick survey of the area, if the man tried to shoot at him he could easily use one of the pumps for cover, he doubted there would be gas in them anyways. Hopefully it would not come to that. but what had hope gotten them in the past anyways?
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1 Year Earlier...
Patrone Estate
Italian Mafia HQ
"Arlo move! Get down!"
Aldo watched his brother hit the floor as he pulled the trigger of the Ingram in his hands, the bullets tore out of the muzzle of the gun like angry bees from a hive, each bullet slammed into the group of infected knocking them back and then down to the ground. Aldo pulled the gun back as they fell, moving forward he grabbed his brothers hand and pulled him back to his feet.
"Come on we gotta move now, they are everywhere and more are coming!"
Aldo and Arlo quickly turned their backs on the infected whom were filling the large hallway and tore back through the house in the opposite direction. No sooner had they ran they hit Aldos office, both running through the door Aldo quickly closed it behind them and pulled the numerous locks all down the heavy oak door and secured right as the pounding started on the other side.
"That will hold them Arlo, that door is steel framed and bullet proof I would like to see them break through it..."
Aldo slowly walked to his desk and sat down in the large chair behind it, his chest was heaving hard, it had been some time since he had run like that, maybe all the years he had spent spearheading the Mafia Family from behind a desk had finally taken its toll on his body. However his heaving chest was the last thing on his mind, not even those infected out there whom were a mix of his men and family bothered him, what truly bothered him is that he had be so stupid to ignore this like he had, if he had listened to Arlo then perhaps none of this would have had to happen, they could have prepared for this... but he did not listen and now they were suffering the consequences of his own actions.
"Brother what are we gonna do? Do we retake the Estate?"
Aldo looked at his brother with old eyes as he shook his head, he knew well that course of action would be dangerous, futile and a waste of time and bullets, it was obvious that the manner was lost and not even they could retake it armed or not.
"No Arlo the Estate is lost we might as well accept that, they came too quick and in too big of numbers, we need to grab what weapons and ammo we can and get the hell out of here. I hate it, but that is our only recourse now."
"What about the men they are still fighting out there, we can't just abandon them!"
"Listen Arlo do you hear any gun shots, any shouting, do you hear anything at all other then those things out there? Its over Arlo the men are dead and if we go out there then we will soon be joining them. Its hard to accept but this is not a battle we can win brother."
Arlo was clearly shaken by what Aldo said, he was not used to turning tail and running, Arlo was always the one who would rush into battle and fight until his last breath. A few times he almost did breath his last breath, it was his greatest strength but also his greatest weakness. Thats why Aldo had made Arlo his personal bodyguard to try and keep him alive a little longer if nothing else, there were not many stupid enough to go after Aldo so it worked well. Aldo would be damned if he lost his brother now because of a poor decision to try and retake that which was lost. Getting up from the chair Aldo walked to his brother and raised his hand up putting it on his shoulder.
"Its hard to accept I am not a runner either when it comes to my men, my family, but we have to be smart Arlo this is not a fight we can win there are too many and even more are coming now. The best help we can give now is to get out of here alive and honor their sacrifice, do you understand?"
Arlo slowly shook his head as the frustration was hitting his face, Aldo removed his hand from Arlo's shoulder and turned walking to the far wall, slowly pulling down an electronic keypad from the wall he typed in a code and opened the hidden gun safe in the wall. Reaching in he pulled out a Bernelli shotgun and turned tossing it to Arlo along with a box of shells, turning back he then removed his own Beretta's and shoulder holsters, he quickly applied them to his shoulders securing them. Removing the extra clips he quickly pocketed them along with the box of rounds.
"Come on Arlo we gotta move."
Arlo merely nodded as Aldo walked to the bookcase across the room and pulled a book down, a secret staircase revealed itself, the stair case lead down to a secret exit outside of the Estate grounds, it was always meant as a last ditch escape if they were attacked by other mobs, Aldo never imagined he would ever use it himself, but he had imagined a lot of things would have never happened. Descending the staircase the brothers made their way into the escape tunnels as the bookcase slowly closed back over the hole, the only sounds heard then was the banging and scratching on the door.
Present Day...
Ten Miles outside of Chicago
Highway
"Right?"
"Right about all this."
"Right about what?"
"You know."
Aldo was close to smacking his brother right in the head, he always did this shit, every minute of everyday of every week of every year, hell if he could do it in the after life he would probably make Aldo wanna going to lowest level of hell just to escape him. Then again he was probably trying to annoy him purposely just to try and lighten up the day, which Aldo couldn't really stay mad about and Arlo knew that. It had been a long year for the both of them, a year of surviving on rations that a five year old would starve from, going from day to day just trying to get a drop of water, Aldo would be a lier if he said it wasn't getting to him. He couldn't deny that he was an old man, and that like most old men his body was not as durable and suitable to conditions such as this anymore. Giving and audible sigh he looked at Arlo and spoke again.
"What was dad right about specifically?"
"About the apocalypse, he said it for years before he passed that zombies were gonna take over the world."
Aldo smirked for a couple moments as Arlo was right about that in a way, their father had been going on about that for the longest time before he passed, except Arlo never really got the fact that father was 98 and was more crazy then a road lizard by time he did go.
"You know Arlo for as long as you held his hand, you think you would have realized that Dad was a crazy old coot suffering from Dementia, paranoia, and Alzheimer's, I mean come on, you remember when we used to walk in the room and he would pull that water gun we gave him to keep him happy and threaten to shoot us. He always thought we were hitman coming to kill him."
"Thats true, but you remember when we came in the one time and he pulled it, and he had somehow filled it with piss and sprayed you in the face? Even near death he always managed to give us a laugh."
"Speak for yourself Arlo..."
Aldo recounted the memory as it brought smile to his face and at the same time a nasty grimace, that day had been bad, he had smelt like piss almost the whole way back home and it didn't help that they had a two hour drive, plus Arlo making jokes about it the whole way back. However compared to where they were now in the world, the memory did lighten the mood if not only for a little bit.
"You know what I miss most?"
"What?"
"I miss being able to go to a fine Italian restaurant and get a nice juicy porter house steak with all the trimmings, with fried onions and mushrooms and that American sauce, what do they call it... oh yeah A7 sauce."
"I believe you mean A1 sauce you Italian meatball."
"Yeah, yeah whatever, when this is all over I am going to open up an Italian restaurant for myself your not invited."
"Oh yeah I can totally see that working out, tell me who the hell are you gonna find to cook? I am pretty sure all the Italian cooks are dead by now so I am pretty sure your not just going to pull one out of your ass."
"Ill do the cooking myself, people will come from miles around to enjoy the fine food."
"Yeah... you do realize your the worst cook in the world... hell your the only one I know who could burn a piece of garlic bread before he even puts it in the oven, the only thing people would come to your restaurant for is to make front of you in person instead of over the phone, its more personal that way."
"Yeah well Mr.Smart ass I cooked dad a meal and snuck it in to him the day he passed and he loved it so that proves I can cook."
"I always wondered if the old ornery coot passed away from old age or outside circumstances I guess I got my answer now. Too bad they couldn't pump his stomach maybe he might have lived longer."
"Oh fuck you Marcelo and your stupid insults."
"Oh really a man who failed the 2nd grade six times as a child is calling my insults stupid, I can officially die with no regrets now."
"Hey! I didn't fail because I was stupid I failed because I kept getting in trouble for fighting."
"Yeah I was aware dad always sent me to collect you when you did something stupid, I don't understand why he sent you to school anyways, me I was always his right hand man, but you... he wanted you to have an education even though that never really worked out in the end."
"He saw more potential in me to be smarter, was he wrong?"
"He was more wrong then what he did to you and your GF to punish you for stealing his classic revolver and putting a hole in the hood of his mint condition car."
They both had a laugh after that before they went silent for a time, Aldo kept his eyes on the road but he never saw anything other then the slew of abandoned cars and the people inside them decaying from taking their own lives. They had not chanced across many Walkers yet which gave Aldo hope that this black tower was actually real and their was some safety there. However he did not get his hopes up on that, there was no reason too, that way if it was just a lie then he did not have much to lose in way of getting his hopes up too high. When Aldo saw the sign for the gas station over to the left, his stomach quickly registered that he was hungry, the back and forth babbling had stifled it good. It would probably be looted and empty however what did they have to lose.
"Hey Arlo lets take a detour and hit that gas station see if we can find anything to eat how bout it?"
"You got it boss man lets see if we can heist some twinkys."
Aldo let out a small laugh as they turned and walked off the highway on the southbound exit towards Chicago.
Patrone Estate
Italian Mafia HQ
"Arlo move! Get down!"
Aldo watched his brother hit the floor as he pulled the trigger of the Ingram in his hands, the bullets tore out of the muzzle of the gun like angry bees from a hive, each bullet slammed into the group of infected knocking them back and then down to the ground. Aldo pulled the gun back as they fell, moving forward he grabbed his brothers hand and pulled him back to his feet.
"Come on we gotta move now, they are everywhere and more are coming!"
Aldo and Arlo quickly turned their backs on the infected whom were filling the large hallway and tore back through the house in the opposite direction. No sooner had they ran they hit Aldos office, both running through the door Aldo quickly closed it behind them and pulled the numerous locks all down the heavy oak door and secured right as the pounding started on the other side.
"That will hold them Arlo, that door is steel framed and bullet proof I would like to see them break through it..."
Aldo slowly walked to his desk and sat down in the large chair behind it, his chest was heaving hard, it had been some time since he had run like that, maybe all the years he had spent spearheading the Mafia Family from behind a desk had finally taken its toll on his body. However his heaving chest was the last thing on his mind, not even those infected out there whom were a mix of his men and family bothered him, what truly bothered him is that he had be so stupid to ignore this like he had, if he had listened to Arlo then perhaps none of this would have had to happen, they could have prepared for this... but he did not listen and now they were suffering the consequences of his own actions.
"Brother what are we gonna do? Do we retake the Estate?"
Aldo looked at his brother with old eyes as he shook his head, he knew well that course of action would be dangerous, futile and a waste of time and bullets, it was obvious that the manner was lost and not even they could retake it armed or not.
"No Arlo the Estate is lost we might as well accept that, they came too quick and in too big of numbers, we need to grab what weapons and ammo we can and get the hell out of here. I hate it, but that is our only recourse now."
"What about the men they are still fighting out there, we can't just abandon them!"
"Listen Arlo do you hear any gun shots, any shouting, do you hear anything at all other then those things out there? Its over Arlo the men are dead and if we go out there then we will soon be joining them. Its hard to accept but this is not a battle we can win brother."
Arlo was clearly shaken by what Aldo said, he was not used to turning tail and running, Arlo was always the one who would rush into battle and fight until his last breath. A few times he almost did breath his last breath, it was his greatest strength but also his greatest weakness. Thats why Aldo had made Arlo his personal bodyguard to try and keep him alive a little longer if nothing else, there were not many stupid enough to go after Aldo so it worked well. Aldo would be damned if he lost his brother now because of a poor decision to try and retake that which was lost. Getting up from the chair Aldo walked to his brother and raised his hand up putting it on his shoulder.
"Its hard to accept I am not a runner either when it comes to my men, my family, but we have to be smart Arlo this is not a fight we can win there are too many and even more are coming now. The best help we can give now is to get out of here alive and honor their sacrifice, do you understand?"
Arlo slowly shook his head as the frustration was hitting his face, Aldo removed his hand from Arlo's shoulder and turned walking to the far wall, slowly pulling down an electronic keypad from the wall he typed in a code and opened the hidden gun safe in the wall. Reaching in he pulled out a Bernelli shotgun and turned tossing it to Arlo along with a box of shells, turning back he then removed his own Beretta's and shoulder holsters, he quickly applied them to his shoulders securing them. Removing the extra clips he quickly pocketed them along with the box of rounds.
"Come on Arlo we gotta move."
Arlo merely nodded as Aldo walked to the bookcase across the room and pulled a book down, a secret staircase revealed itself, the stair case lead down to a secret exit outside of the Estate grounds, it was always meant as a last ditch escape if they were attacked by other mobs, Aldo never imagined he would ever use it himself, but he had imagined a lot of things would have never happened. Descending the staircase the brothers made their way into the escape tunnels as the bookcase slowly closed back over the hole, the only sounds heard then was the banging and scratching on the door.
Present Day...
Ten Miles outside of Chicago
Highway
"Right?"
"Right about all this."
"Right about what?"
"You know."
Aldo was close to smacking his brother right in the head, he always did this shit, every minute of everyday of every week of every year, hell if he could do it in the after life he would probably make Aldo wanna going to lowest level of hell just to escape him. Then again he was probably trying to annoy him purposely just to try and lighten up the day, which Aldo couldn't really stay mad about and Arlo knew that. It had been a long year for the both of them, a year of surviving on rations that a five year old would starve from, going from day to day just trying to get a drop of water, Aldo would be a lier if he said it wasn't getting to him. He couldn't deny that he was an old man, and that like most old men his body was not as durable and suitable to conditions such as this anymore. Giving and audible sigh he looked at Arlo and spoke again.
"What was dad right about specifically?"
"About the apocalypse, he said it for years before he passed that zombies were gonna take over the world."
Aldo smirked for a couple moments as Arlo was right about that in a way, their father had been going on about that for the longest time before he passed, except Arlo never really got the fact that father was 98 and was more crazy then a road lizard by time he did go.
"You know Arlo for as long as you held his hand, you think you would have realized that Dad was a crazy old coot suffering from Dementia, paranoia, and Alzheimer's, I mean come on, you remember when we used to walk in the room and he would pull that water gun we gave him to keep him happy and threaten to shoot us. He always thought we were hitman coming to kill him."
"Thats true, but you remember when we came in the one time and he pulled it, and he had somehow filled it with piss and sprayed you in the face? Even near death he always managed to give us a laugh."
"Speak for yourself Arlo..."
Aldo recounted the memory as it brought smile to his face and at the same time a nasty grimace, that day had been bad, he had smelt like piss almost the whole way back home and it didn't help that they had a two hour drive, plus Arlo making jokes about it the whole way back. However compared to where they were now in the world, the memory did lighten the mood if not only for a little bit.
"You know what I miss most?"
"What?"
"I miss being able to go to a fine Italian restaurant and get a nice juicy porter house steak with all the trimmings, with fried onions and mushrooms and that American sauce, what do they call it... oh yeah A7 sauce."
"I believe you mean A1 sauce you Italian meatball."
"Yeah, yeah whatever, when this is all over I am going to open up an Italian restaurant for myself your not invited."
"Oh yeah I can totally see that working out, tell me who the hell are you gonna find to cook? I am pretty sure all the Italian cooks are dead by now so I am pretty sure your not just going to pull one out of your ass."
"Ill do the cooking myself, people will come from miles around to enjoy the fine food."
"Yeah... you do realize your the worst cook in the world... hell your the only one I know who could burn a piece of garlic bread before he even puts it in the oven, the only thing people would come to your restaurant for is to make front of you in person instead of over the phone, its more personal that way."
"Yeah well Mr.Smart ass I cooked dad a meal and snuck it in to him the day he passed and he loved it so that proves I can cook."
"I always wondered if the old ornery coot passed away from old age or outside circumstances I guess I got my answer now. Too bad they couldn't pump his stomach maybe he might have lived longer."
"Oh fuck you Marcelo and your stupid insults."
"Oh really a man who failed the 2nd grade six times as a child is calling my insults stupid, I can officially die with no regrets now."
"Hey! I didn't fail because I was stupid I failed because I kept getting in trouble for fighting."
"Yeah I was aware dad always sent me to collect you when you did something stupid, I don't understand why he sent you to school anyways, me I was always his right hand man, but you... he wanted you to have an education even though that never really worked out in the end."
"He saw more potential in me to be smarter, was he wrong?"
"He was more wrong then what he did to you and your GF to punish you for stealing his classic revolver and putting a hole in the hood of his mint condition car."
They both had a laugh after that before they went silent for a time, Aldo kept his eyes on the road but he never saw anything other then the slew of abandoned cars and the people inside them decaying from taking their own lives. They had not chanced across many Walkers yet which gave Aldo hope that this black tower was actually real and their was some safety there. However he did not get his hopes up on that, there was no reason too, that way if it was just a lie then he did not have much to lose in way of getting his hopes up too high. When Aldo saw the sign for the gas station over to the left, his stomach quickly registered that he was hungry, the back and forth babbling had stifled it good. It would probably be looted and empty however what did they have to lose.
"Hey Arlo lets take a detour and hit that gas station see if we can find anything to eat how bout it?"
"You got it boss man lets see if we can heist some twinkys."
Aldo let out a small laugh as they turned and walked off the highway on the southbound exit towards Chicago.
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"No one is answering god damn it all!"
Brian tossed the head set aside in frustration, five days, five long agonizing days he had the boss breathing down his throat to get the damn supply depot on the line. They had already missed three deliveries and were rounding on their fourth by tomorrow at noon. Brian ran his fingers through his thinning hair as he let the small amount of sweat slide through the cracks of his fingers. This wasn't normal, in fact this was the farthest thing from normal, the supply depot was never late and even if they had to be late they would call and verify it with him so he could relay it to the boss. They were already dwindling on supplies as it was and there was barely enough fuel left to warm the damn base none the less the entire living quarters, shit he had been freezing his ass off with a space heater for nights on end now. Getting up from his chair he walked to the window of the radio tower and looked out over the icy landscape of the Antarctic. Once upon a time this place was beautiful to him, a white glistening wonderland if you would, he enjoyed it out here the solitude of it all, being away from the city away from his violent job from before. But it had been almost fifteen years since he had accepted this job as Chief of Security, fifteen years since he first came to this science installation in the middle of a frozen tundra.
Brian turned away from the window as he pulled out a crumpled pack of Marlboros and placed one in his mouth, with a flick of his thumb he lite the match and put the flame over the tip and took a long drag off the smoke. Technically he wasn't suppose to smoke in doors anywhere, but after his cold nights in his room he wasn't about to go freeze some more outside. Sighing Brian returned to the communications counsel and picked up the head set slowly sliding it back over his head.
"Antarctic Base 003689 to Main land over..."
There was a barrage of static as Brian waited for a response, any kind of response, even a garbled on with every other word cut out would be a damn relief but the static just continued to sound. Turning the chair he checked the frequency for the fifth time but it was set correctly, hell he had checked the array more then once already, everything was in working order... but no one was answering.
"Antarctic Base 003689 to Main land someone pick up damn it..."
Brian took another long drag off the cigarette and let the smoke fill every pore in his mouth and nose and then released the smoke after a few moments, the boss was going to chew him out yet again for something was not even his god damn fault. Taking the headset back off he tossed it aside, he would finish his cigarette before telling the boss what was going on. Back in he day the man known as Spencer Oswald was more of a nice man then the prick he was now, in fact he was actually a good friend of Brians... that is before his wife left him high and dry for some rich doctor. It was the same old story really, passed along through time itself, man loses everything, becomes a recluse, buried in their work, and a dick to everyone else. There was no more time to delay, Brian tossed the smoke on the ground and crushed it under his boot then picked the butt up and pocketed it.
2 Hours Later...
"Then check the array again! There must be something wrong with the fucking thing!"
Brian shook his head as he was damn near red in the face, for the past thirty minutes he had been getting chewed out just like he predicted and he was at the edge of his nerves now. Brian wanted to punch the fucker but he knew that would cause more problems then it would solve. Gritting his teeth he tried to speak calmly to Spencer to try and make him see reason.
"First of all I am not a damn mechanic Spencer I am Chief of Security, I make sure problems between staff are settled not look at machinery. Second I have checked and rechecked every possible damn thing I could, everything is working properly the problem is no one is bloody responding to any of my transmissions. The problem is not on our end its on theirs, and whatever the hell the problem may be I can't solve it 500 miles away..."
Brian watched Spencer slam his fist on the desk as he got up from his chair and walked around the desk coming straight up to Brian. The man was a pipsqueak at 5'5", compared to Brians 6'2" height he was almost like a teenager. Pointing his finger straight in Brians face Spencer broke out in and angry rant.
"I pay you to do what I tell you to do you ass hole, and I am telling you to get me the supply depot on the line, were running out of food, gas, drinking water, every god damn thing is almost depleted! I don't care what it takes, I don't give a shit if you have to fly out there and see what the fuck is going on, I want that supply drop here by tomorrow afternoon or its gonna be your damn head sitting on my desk! You got me you son of a bitch!?"
Brian gritted his teeth, so hard that they damn near cracked, it took all his will power not to punch Spencer in the mouth and just tell him to shove this job and this base up his damn ass. However Brian looked Spencer in the eye's and spoke lowly trying to keep the edge out of his voice.
"Fine... I will take the chopper to the main land myself and see what the hell is holding up the shipment, its obvious that no one is going to answer my transmissions."
Brian turned away from Spencer before he could continue to further berate him and walked out of his office slamming the door behind him. Brian punched the walls a couple times as he just wanted to scream in frustration. He needed to get the hell outta of this ice box and quick before he ended up killing someone out of anger. Walking back towards his room, Brian would pack a few things and then head for the mainland, being back in civilization would do him good... however in the back of his mind the question remained. Why was the main land not answering his transmissions?
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Equipment: (Anything you carry with you, food, water, etc)
Weapons: (Keep it simple no RPGs or landmines)
History: (You can go full background if you like or if you prefer to reveal this IC then just tell us what brought you to the current point)
Other: (Anything else)
====== Accepted Characters ======
====== My Biography ======
To be posted...
Brian tossed the head set aside in frustration, five days, five long agonizing days he had the boss breathing down his throat to get the damn supply depot on the line. They had already missed three deliveries and were rounding on their fourth by tomorrow at noon. Brian ran his fingers through his thinning hair as he let the small amount of sweat slide through the cracks of his fingers. This wasn't normal, in fact this was the farthest thing from normal, the supply depot was never late and even if they had to be late they would call and verify it with him so he could relay it to the boss. They were already dwindling on supplies as it was and there was barely enough fuel left to warm the damn base none the less the entire living quarters, shit he had been freezing his ass off with a space heater for nights on end now. Getting up from his chair he walked to the window of the radio tower and looked out over the icy landscape of the Antarctic. Once upon a time this place was beautiful to him, a white glistening wonderland if you would, he enjoyed it out here the solitude of it all, being away from the city away from his violent job from before. But it had been almost fifteen years since he had accepted this job as Chief of Security, fifteen years since he first came to this science installation in the middle of a frozen tundra.
Brian turned away from the window as he pulled out a crumpled pack of Marlboros and placed one in his mouth, with a flick of his thumb he lite the match and put the flame over the tip and took a long drag off the smoke. Technically he wasn't suppose to smoke in doors anywhere, but after his cold nights in his room he wasn't about to go freeze some more outside. Sighing Brian returned to the communications counsel and picked up the head set slowly sliding it back over his head.
"Antarctic Base 003689 to Main land over..."
There was a barrage of static as Brian waited for a response, any kind of response, even a garbled on with every other word cut out would be a damn relief but the static just continued to sound. Turning the chair he checked the frequency for the fifth time but it was set correctly, hell he had checked the array more then once already, everything was in working order... but no one was answering.
"Antarctic Base 003689 to Main land someone pick up damn it..."
Brian took another long drag off the cigarette and let the smoke fill every pore in his mouth and nose and then released the smoke after a few moments, the boss was going to chew him out yet again for something was not even his god damn fault. Taking the headset back off he tossed it aside, he would finish his cigarette before telling the boss what was going on. Back in he day the man known as Spencer Oswald was more of a nice man then the prick he was now, in fact he was actually a good friend of Brians... that is before his wife left him high and dry for some rich doctor. It was the same old story really, passed along through time itself, man loses everything, becomes a recluse, buried in their work, and a dick to everyone else. There was no more time to delay, Brian tossed the smoke on the ground and crushed it under his boot then picked the butt up and pocketed it.
2 Hours Later...
"Then check the array again! There must be something wrong with the fucking thing!"
Brian shook his head as he was damn near red in the face, for the past thirty minutes he had been getting chewed out just like he predicted and he was at the edge of his nerves now. Brian wanted to punch the fucker but he knew that would cause more problems then it would solve. Gritting his teeth he tried to speak calmly to Spencer to try and make him see reason.
"First of all I am not a damn mechanic Spencer I am Chief of Security, I make sure problems between staff are settled not look at machinery. Second I have checked and rechecked every possible damn thing I could, everything is working properly the problem is no one is bloody responding to any of my transmissions. The problem is not on our end its on theirs, and whatever the hell the problem may be I can't solve it 500 miles away..."
Brian watched Spencer slam his fist on the desk as he got up from his chair and walked around the desk coming straight up to Brian. The man was a pipsqueak at 5'5", compared to Brians 6'2" height he was almost like a teenager. Pointing his finger straight in Brians face Spencer broke out in and angry rant.
"I pay you to do what I tell you to do you ass hole, and I am telling you to get me the supply depot on the line, were running out of food, gas, drinking water, every god damn thing is almost depleted! I don't care what it takes, I don't give a shit if you have to fly out there and see what the fuck is going on, I want that supply drop here by tomorrow afternoon or its gonna be your damn head sitting on my desk! You got me you son of a bitch!?"
Brian gritted his teeth, so hard that they damn near cracked, it took all his will power not to punch Spencer in the mouth and just tell him to shove this job and this base up his damn ass. However Brian looked Spencer in the eye's and spoke lowly trying to keep the edge out of his voice.
"Fine... I will take the chopper to the main land myself and see what the hell is holding up the shipment, its obvious that no one is going to answer my transmissions."
Brian turned away from Spencer before he could continue to further berate him and walked out of his office slamming the door behind him. Brian punched the walls a couple times as he just wanted to scream in frustration. He needed to get the hell outta of this ice box and quick before he ended up killing someone out of anger. Walking back towards his room, Brian would pack a few things and then head for the mainland, being back in civilization would do him good... however in the back of his mind the question remained. Why was the main land not answering his transmissions?
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====== Rules ======
1. All guild rules apply you know what they are, if you don't then make sure you read them, if you break them you can and will be kicked.
2. No god modding, always get permission from player controlled characters to control their characters.
3. No power playing or god mode, we all have weaknesses, if we get hurt bad we don't just shrug it off keep it real.
4. No mary or gary sues
5. Be original dont try to recreate walking dead characters with different names.
6. Be realistic this is set in a real world, so show emotion, show being hurt, don't go through the RP being a total bad ass who is affected by nothing.
7. Do not kill or fatally wound other players characters unless you have prior permission.
8. Be active I don't expect a post every five minutes, but please try to post once day, if you find yourself unable to post for awhile please tell me and ill keep you character going. Otherwise if your gone a long time they will become NPC or be killed.
9. There is no cure so don't join thinking you got the cure, point blank, you will be kicked out.
10. No fighting in the OOC please keep it civilized and respect your fellow roleplayers and myself, fight all you like IC but if it spills over to OOC I will end it quickly.
12. Have fun there are lots of rules here but I am lenient and layed back so enjoy yourself and respect the rules and never will there be a problem.
11. If you bother to read these rules tell me the answer to this math problem in your bio 89 - 10 = ?
====== Biography Format ======
Name:
Nickname: (opt.)
Age: (13+ No super young children)
Gender:
Appearance: (Real life pictures preferred no Anime and a general description a paragraph or two of what they look like in other words.)
Personality: (Just give us a general description you can go more in depth in the IC)
Job prior to outbreak: (Keep it realistic if you were a 007 Agent then I will reject you, simple)
Equipment: (Anything you carry with you, food, water, etc)
Weapons: (Keep it simple no RPGs or landmines)
History: (You can go full background if you like or if you prefer to reveal this IC then just tell us what brought you to the current point)
Other: (Anything else)
====== Accepted Characters ======
====== My Biography ======
To be posted...
I under stand that you dont know me, an i understand that you probably dont know much about big game hunters or the weapons in which they use. But this character is not OP nor was that ever the intention. An just as an FYI big game hunters do use automatic rifles along with heavy pistols, do you assume they only hunt with huge elephant rifles? Anyway its obvious that your judging me straight from the start so thats cool ill just leave. But you know you don't have to be cruel bout it,. An another FYI just so your aware I am more character and plot development driven then shoot em up zombie style roleplays, so thanks for assuming.
Peace
Peace
Name: Ajay Akshay Malkov IV (Pronounced AH-JAY KISH-A MEL-IKOV)
Age: 43
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 160 plbs
Equipment:
Camo style survival backpack
(inside pack)
- 3 medium size refillable water bottles
- compass
- 1 1/2 Bags of trail mix
- terrain map
- couple black sharpies
- paracord black 5 to 6ft in length
- 2 bags of beef jerky
- Half set of binoculars
- Half box of shotgun shells (40 sheels total)
- Box of AR-15 rounds (100 total)
- Partial box of revolver rounds (30 total)
- Sharpening stone
Previous Occupation: Big Game hunter / Survivalist
Bio: Ajay was born in inside of Kenya, Africa to his father Ajay Alexander Malkov III and his mother whom he never knew whom died during child birth. From the moment Ajay could walk he was always with his father on what he called adventures back then. A lot of his time was spent with his father traveling all over the world to distant places to Hunt such as Australia Outbacks, Argentina, New Zealand, Canada and many more place famous for big game hunting. Ajays whole life was pretty much learning about hunting and how to survive in the wild, in a way Ajay was always his whole life learning survival from his father. When Ajay turned ten thats when he began to hunt himself and through out the years like his father he hunted some of the worlds fiercest beasts from Lions to the infamous white rhinoceros, there was no game he was afraid of. Ajay was only twenty five when his father passed away suddenly and threw him into what you might call a loop of misery. Being an only child and having no relatives Ajay was no alone in the world which caused him to start drinking, which in the long run landed him in different jail cells. Ajays life was a real mess for the longest time, but around his thritieth birthday for unknown reasons he started to get his life back together, and after a couple more years he returned to hunting.
Ajay quickly made a name for himself as one of the worlds greatest big game hunters like his father before him and he earned himself a lot of different hunting contracts which made him good money. After awhile Ajay began to take odds and end jobs in different regions such as Africa, Australia as a survivalist expert, or as he liked to call it taking rich dentists out on safari and making sure they didn't poke a lion. Ajay did this for many years and he was still doing this when the infection first started to spread across the world. He had been in Canada then in the more wild parts escorting vacationing rich men. Being out in the bad lands of Canada Ajay had been unaware of the the happenings in the real world and when he returned he was struck by the reality of it. It did not take long for Ajay to realize that whatever was happening in the world was quickly becoming a threat, doing the only thing he knew to do he went to his estate in the backwoods of Canada far from civilization where he stayed for a time watching the world fall apart at the seams to the virus that plagued it.
But often like it usually happens, Ajay began to deplete the food supply he had at his estate and was forced to return to civilizations after keeping himself isolated for months. Ajay saw the devastation with his own eye's that day he went back, and it was in that day that he changed, for the better or worse would probably never be known. Ajay was lucky to have survived that day, his survival skills being his only help then, after nearly being killed by the ravenous hordes of infected people Ajay fled back to his estate, he knew that he would not be safe there any longer so he packed what he had left along with his hunting weapons and then disappeared into the wild lands of Canada.
(This is where I will end his story, Iv left out a lot of parts so as to reveal them in the roleplay later if this is ok. If its also ok, could I have him stumble upon the homestead instead of start there if I am accepted?)
Age: 43
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 160 plbs
Equipment:
Camo style survival backpack
(inside pack)
- 3 medium size refillable water bottles
- compass
- 1 1/2 Bags of trail mix
- terrain map
- couple black sharpies
- paracord black 5 to 6ft in length
- 2 bags of beef jerky
- Half set of binoculars
- Half box of shotgun shells (40 sheels total)
- Box of AR-15 rounds (100 total)
- Partial box of revolver rounds (30 total)
- Sharpening stone
Previous Occupation: Big Game hunter / Survivalist
Bio: Ajay was born in inside of Kenya, Africa to his father Ajay Alexander Malkov III and his mother whom he never knew whom died during child birth. From the moment Ajay could walk he was always with his father on what he called adventures back then. A lot of his time was spent with his father traveling all over the world to distant places to Hunt such as Australia Outbacks, Argentina, New Zealand, Canada and many more place famous for big game hunting. Ajays whole life was pretty much learning about hunting and how to survive in the wild, in a way Ajay was always his whole life learning survival from his father. When Ajay turned ten thats when he began to hunt himself and through out the years like his father he hunted some of the worlds fiercest beasts from Lions to the infamous white rhinoceros, there was no game he was afraid of. Ajay was only twenty five when his father passed away suddenly and threw him into what you might call a loop of misery. Being an only child and having no relatives Ajay was no alone in the world which caused him to start drinking, which in the long run landed him in different jail cells. Ajays life was a real mess for the longest time, but around his thritieth birthday for unknown reasons he started to get his life back together, and after a couple more years he returned to hunting.
Ajay quickly made a name for himself as one of the worlds greatest big game hunters like his father before him and he earned himself a lot of different hunting contracts which made him good money. After awhile Ajay began to take odds and end jobs in different regions such as Africa, Australia as a survivalist expert, or as he liked to call it taking rich dentists out on safari and making sure they didn't poke a lion. Ajay did this for many years and he was still doing this when the infection first started to spread across the world. He had been in Canada then in the more wild parts escorting vacationing rich men. Being out in the bad lands of Canada Ajay had been unaware of the the happenings in the real world and when he returned he was struck by the reality of it. It did not take long for Ajay to realize that whatever was happening in the world was quickly becoming a threat, doing the only thing he knew to do he went to his estate in the backwoods of Canada far from civilization where he stayed for a time watching the world fall apart at the seams to the virus that plagued it.
But often like it usually happens, Ajay began to deplete the food supply he had at his estate and was forced to return to civilizations after keeping himself isolated for months. Ajay saw the devastation with his own eye's that day he went back, and it was in that day that he changed, for the better or worse would probably never be known. Ajay was lucky to have survived that day, his survival skills being his only help then, after nearly being killed by the ravenous hordes of infected people Ajay fled back to his estate, he knew that he would not be safe there any longer so he packed what he had left along with his hunting weapons and then disappeared into the wild lands of Canada.
(This is where I will end his story, Iv left out a lot of parts so as to reveal them in the roleplay later if this is ok. If its also ok, could I have him stumble upon the homestead instead of start there if I am accepted?)
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