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Post by thapunkpred15 on Aug 1, 2009 0:24:02 GMT -5
Ok, I'm gone for about ten days, so don't expect anything else from me or Cer during that time. Unless we find online access on a ship. Uh huh ok.
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Post by Danikaiju on Aug 1, 2009 2:30:00 GMT -5
Bonnie fumbled with the bullets, trying desperately to fit them in the gun and muttered, "Damn this is impossible." she looked up from her frustration answerring back to Clyde from the inside of the store, "I'm sorry from were I was sitting in the car the store looked locked up and I did what first came to mind." she hopped off the case she was sitting on, cocking the shotgun and then walking outside the store, "It's almost sunset...maybe theres an inn or resting place around her we just need more time to look." she looked up at the sky with worried thoughts of what it was like even out of the city at night. The outer parts may be less populated but that would never stop infected from wanderring away to look for more food. Bonnie continued out the store, grabbing a beer bottle from the back of her crashed shelby mustang.
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Post by thapunkpred15 on Aug 1, 2009 20:59:59 GMT -5
Clyde looked at Bonnie who was ready to drink a bottle of beer that was in her crashed vehicle. "I thought we could possibly stay here. We have a load of firearms here." he suggested. He looked over at the service desk of the store. He approached the desk and grabbed a machete that had a holster attached to it.
Holding it tightly in his right hand. "They have a second floor in this place. I'm goin' to see what's up there." informing his partner.
Taking off upstairs. By himself. Cautiously looking through the hallway. A room was further down. Clyde was scared out of his mind for a small second. Gripping the machete tighter.
He approached the door. Pushing it open. Nothing. All he saw was a bed and a shattered mirror. He stuck his head inside. More curious. Under the bed there was a small noise.
Clyde heart started racing. He looked at the bed. Whatever it was started to come out. Luckily, it was a small dog. A black Norfolf Terrier. Very small in size. It ran up to his leg. Scared. Gladly to be comfort by a human.
Clyde put the machete in the holster and held the canine in his arms. Walking back downstairs to tell Bonnie what he found.
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Post by Danikaiju on Aug 1, 2009 21:25:59 GMT -5
Bonnie saw Clyde coming down the stairs with the black puppy in his arms and walked over to him, "Aww poor pup must be so frighten." she petted the terrier gently trying to soothe him from the shock.
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Post by thapunkpred15 on Aug 1, 2009 21:56:57 GMT -5
Clyde looked at the canine. "Yeah he ran right at me." he smiled a bit."Upstairs. It has a bedroom. Af ew more rooms up there as well. However owned the store must have made this a home too."
He turned his attention to Bonnie." So what you think? Here or some other place?"
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Post by Danikaiju on Aug 2, 2009 1:12:23 GMT -5
“This place will be fine for now.” She walked up the stairs and all the way down the hall to check out the rooms. She walked toward the door that was on the opposite wall that had not been opened yet. Reached a hand out and jerked the door open. Peeked inside and closed the door shut without making a sound. She stepped to the side; hold the shotgun against her chest. Bonnie took in a deep breath and faced the door, kicking it down and the sound of gunshots echoed throughout the store.
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Post by thapunkpred15 on Aug 2, 2009 20:43:01 GMT -5
Clyde heard the gunshots coming from the second floor. His eyes widen. He put the puppy down for a second and raced upstairs with his machete in his hand." What the hell is wrong!?" he shouted.
Running down the hall he saw Bonnie shooting at a entity. He saw that the creature was still coming towards her. She was hesitant in her attempt to lodge another shell into the beast.
Clyde pushed her out the way. Charging at the monster with his large blade he swung horizontally and decapitated the zombie.
Looking over at Bonnie."You need to learn how to handle a gun better than you do. I assume this guy just came out the f*ckin' closet becuase I didn't see him here."
Clyde went back into the hall." Lets board up the front part of the store that you crashed into."
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Post by Danikaiju on Aug 4, 2009 20:11:03 GMT -5
Bonnie picked herself off the floor, her eyes drifting to the headless corpse next to her and then to Clyde. "Thanks" she muttered with wide eyes. Snatching her shotgun she fallowed him down the stairs to help block the front of the store.
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Post by thapunkpred15 on Aug 4, 2009 21:37:39 GMT -5
Clyde put the last board against the broken entrance of the store." Looks like we got it up just in time. Don't you think?" He peaked through a small crack looking onto the dead streets of London. Night was closing in at that moment.
"Since you've ben working hard as I am. Why don't you get some rest. I'll stay up and watch out for you." Clyde insisted. The terrier scurried towards Clyde and sniffed his shoe.
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Post by Danikaiju on Aug 4, 2009 23:03:35 GMT -5
"If you hear something wake me up, ok? And if you get tired I will gladly take your position any time." Bonnie whent up stairs and stiffened when she saw the headless body on the floor in the room she was about to sleep in. I'm not sleeping there she grabbed the blankets and went down stairs tossing Clyde one of the quilts and then laid down on the couch instead. Laying her shotgun right next to her.
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Post by Danikaiju on Aug 6, 2009 19:30:42 GMT -5
I'm not going to be here for a week and maybe a half, leavin on friday. Just a heads up
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Post by thapunkpred15 on Aug 8, 2009 20:34:55 GMT -5
Clyde sat on the floor. His back against the wall. Covering his body in the quilt. The night became cold. Cold air was produced from his mouth everytime he would breathe. He had the machete right next to him. As well as the small dog lying there. Still looking a bit scared.
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Post by Cerberus on Aug 11, 2009 3:04:21 GMT -5
... You lads do realize this is... London? Don't you? And that means there are no gun stores that have any guns anywhere near the bloody place? U.K ain't U.S lads. Just got back, I'll get writing again tomorrow.
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Post by Danikaiju on Aug 11, 2009 3:19:33 GMT -5
finally got a hold of internet out here
sorry that was my fault
right now the setting is on the outer parts of london but then again I've never been there in my entire life and I've should have done research
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Post by E-Stalin [Orthrus] on Aug 11, 2009 13:55:45 GMT -5
finally got a hold of internet out here sorry that was my fault right now the setting is on the outer parts of london but then again I've never been there in my entire life and I've should have done research Well, let's just break it down. The UK is very possibly the worst place to be if you like guns, and certainly not a good place to be if a 28 Days later rampage breaks out. Since 1996, all centerfire semi-automatic rifles are illegal, as well as any 'pump-action' rifles. Small caliber rimfire is fine, so you can end up with a .22 LR. Shotguns have a 2+1 load limit, that's a two round magazine, though it is fully legal to carry a third round in the action. Detachable magazines are prohibited. Pistols are non-existent. The only pistols legal for ownership are those of sentimental value, blackpowder and historic antiques dating before 1917. M1911s don't count. To own any firearm, you require a certificate. This means that for each and every individual firearm, right down to the serial number, you need to pay anywhere from 20 to 80 pounds to get a legal certificate for that individual firearm so that you can own it and use it. For every new firearm, you require a new certificate. To get a certificate in the first place, you must be part of an approved gun club to give you 'good reason' to own one, in this case target shooting. What this means is you can't just walk into a random gunstore, buy a gun, wait out the waiting-period, and pick it up. Concealed carry or open carry of any sort is outlawed. In the house, all firearms are kept in solid, locked containers, not to be removed except for transport. Carrying knives on your person in public, concealed or open, is prohibited. So fully summed up, don't expect to find stuff on dead bodies, unless they belong to authorized police officers. There are several 'gunstores' in London alone however, but the point is they sell replicas, antiques, and restored items, mostly from WWII and such. So you may very well end up picking up an apparently perfectly good trench gun only to find that the firing pin has been removed and welded shut just when you most need it. I'll post soon. Setg, if you randomly see this and I'm mistaken in any way, bitchslap me and educate.
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Post by E-Stalin [Orthrus] on Aug 11, 2009 14:28:16 GMT -5
Mike finished with his MP5, loading the last round into the magazine and topping off with a full thirty. He loaded it into the submachine gun, but didn't rack the bolt handle to chamber a cartridge; there was already one chambered from the last time he'd fired, giving him a count of thirty-one shots. No need to handicap himself when that one round might come in handy. His own Glock remained untouched, as he hadn't fired it even once yet.
He twisted around in his seat as John turned the car onto an overpass, and looked at the Officers in the backseat, sitting knee-high in brass. "You guys holding up back there?"
A nod in response, "Almost finished up. Wish we had a machine-gun, you know? Or maybe a grenade launcher."
Mike chuckled, and was about to reply, although later he wouldn't remember what it was he'd been going to say. Before he'd even opened his mouth, he heard a curse from John. It was the calm, almost casually spoken word that one said out of pure reflex in that half-second they knew they were about to fuck-up, bad, and couldn't do anything other than sit there and take it.
The tires screeched as Mike whipped around in his seat, caught the briefest glimpse of someone in the road, and speeding at over sixty kilometers an hour, the car slammed into them. The body wasn't kicked up over the hood, it wasn't knocked under and driven over, but was caught in the exact manner of impact that took the full-on force into human and car. It was like hitting a brick wall. The side of the hood crumpled almost in half, a thin film of blood splashing across the windshield. For a moment too rapid for the human eye to catch, the front of the car was almost brought to a halt. The rear inertia of the car kept it going, and the car did exactly what a bicycle does when you hit the front brakes at full-speed. They careened around in a full spin, momentum lifting the rear tires off the ground, and for a millisecond they were airborne by about an inch, Mike pressed against the side-door with inertia, the world spinning in a smooth slide, and then they slammed passenger-side into the concrete wall of the overpass.
The side windows shattered, shards of safety-glass bouncing off the airbag as it blew out, and Mike's head whiplashed sideways and slammed into the solid metal of the windowframe. Blackness, instant. No pain. Hell's bells were ringing in his ears, and then nothing.
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Post by Danikaiju on Aug 15, 2009 0:24:27 GMT -5
finally got a hold of internet out here sorry that was my fault right now the setting is on the outer parts of london but then again I've never been there in my entire life and I've should have done research Well, let's just break it down. The UK is very possibly the worst place to be if you like guns, and certainly not a good place to be if a 28 Days later rampage breaks out. Since 1996, all centerfire semi-automatic rifles are illegal, as well as any 'pump-action' rifles. Small caliber rimfire is fine, so you can end up with a .22 LR. Shotguns have a 2+1 load limit, that's a two round magazine, though it is fully legal to carry a third round in the action. Detachable magazines are prohibited. Pistols are non-existent. The only pistols legal for ownership are those of sentimental value, blackpowder and historic antiques dating before 1917. M1911s don't count. To own any firearm, you require a certificate. This means that for each and every individual firearm, right down to the serial number, you need to pay anywhere from 20 to 80 pounds to get a legal certificate for that individual firearm so that you can own it and use it. For every new firearm, you require a new certificate. To get a certificate in the first place, you must be part of an approved gun club to give you 'good reason' to own one, in this case target shooting. What this means is you can't just walk into a random gunstore, buy a gun, wait out the waiting-period, and pick it up. Concealed carry or open carry of any sort is outlawed. In the house, all firearms are kept in solid, locked containers, not to be removed except for transport. Carrying knives on your person in public, concealed or open, is prohibited. So fully summed up, don't expect to find stuff on dead bodies, unless they belong to authorized police officers. There are several 'gunstores' in London alone however, but the point is they sell replicas, antiques, and restored items, mostly from WWII and such. So you may very well end up picking up an apparently perfectly good trench gun only to find that the firing pin has been removed and welded shut just when you most need it. I'll post soon. Setg, if you randomly see this and I'm mistaken in any way, bitchslap me and educate. I only know a few things about guns because of the little information I'm given about firearms. So I'm trying to apply what knowledge I know on them, but I'll try my best to research more before starting an rp in the future. Thanks for the info, looks like you know a lot about firearms you should publish a book that has that theme or something, but whatever. I guess I'll continue
Bonnie wrapped herself in the blanket, the cool draft sending goose bumps along her arms and legs. Sleep seemed impossible with the horrific reality that taunted her mind. Silence was the worst, being left with her thoughts that forever rambled on in her head. Scrunching into a ball she closed her eyes tightly, desparate to keep them out. Only the sound of the moaning wind could be heard outside now, yet at the same time it sounded like something else. Focusing her mind on that light moan, she jumped from her skin when the moan was heard again, but this time louder. Her eyes wide open, she flipped the blanket off her and grabbed the shot gun. She looked over at Clyde terrified. They weren't alone.
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Post by the lonely soldier 714 on Aug 15, 2009 19:20:42 GMT -5
The hummer sped down the street as he stopped by a supper market. Fox looked at it for awhile then his watch. For his sake, he hope there time to stash tones of bags with food. Non-perishables, cigarettes, fire wood-Whatever. The Officer needed to be in and out. It as around 3:12 and from what he knew by now, the damn zombie like bastards like the night, dark places, wherever it was dark. As much he didn't want to go in and waste time, he had to git things he need in case he came across survivors. He reached for a shotgun and placed it on the seat, he claimed out of the truck, and Placed the 12 gauge hand grip on the horn and the other on the back rest of the seat.
It made a shrilling noise that made him jump. "Christ!" He shouted. He sighed then reached in his pockets for a note the that said. "Survivor Near By. Please remove the shotgun and help will be out shortly" There hadn't been survivors and it has been really long...Exactly 36 days. So much for a long mission, he thought about it then made his way to the supper market rifle raised and at the ready.
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Post by thapunkpred15 on Aug 15, 2009 22:15:45 GMT -5
Clyde was half sleep. He looked over at Bonnie. "What's wrong with you!?" he asked. The dog was sleep right next to him. Getting up off his feet. "What the hell is going on!?"
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Post by Danikaiju on Aug 16, 2009 1:07:34 GMT -5
ugh I hate my internet browser, fucking deleted a full paragraph I was writing -_- now i gotta start all over...keep forgetting to save
Bonnie placed a finger over her lips, signalling Clyde to be silent and whispered, "There's something outside." everything went quiet in the stillness of the moon's light leaking through the cracks in the wall. The shafts of white light that fell upon the floor disapeared among the darkness as a shadow lurked along the barrier outside, blocking out the glow of the night sky. Keeping her body low to the floor, she crawled behind the couch and kneeled on the floor. Gently placing the gun on the edge of the couch, she heald her breath for a momment as she rested her finger on the trigger.
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