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The man had been driving for what seemed like days, as if for some strange reason time had come to a stand still. He turned to bypass another wrecked car and his bag fell off the passenger seat onto the floor of the Jeep, sending some on the contents spilling out onto the floor.

He cursed and reached over and pulled the bag and its spilled contents back onto the seat next to him. The last item he touched was a brown Russian medical folder that contained what he thought was information about him, and his life. The man still could not remember who he was, or what had happened to him or the rest of the world fully and when he found it buried in a file cabinet back at the hospital and seen several pictures of himself stapled inside, he knew that it might be valuable and took it.

Sadly though... he couldn't read or speak any Russian. And so whatever information it contained remained locked away, refusing to give any up.

A sudden vibration in the steering wheel brought his attention back to the road and he suddenly saw that he had driven over to the rumble strip on the edge of the road. His right side wheel caught in a rut and he cranked the wheel hard to the left, over correcting and sending the Jeep fishtailing around. With a bone crunching bang he sideswiped a red sedan and lost control at high speed.

The engine revved as the jeeps front end caught and it rolled through the guard rail and into the ditch. The man cried out in pain as the already week windshield shattered sending glass flying around the cab as the world outside went end over end.

Seconds later, the jeep lay on its smashed roof with smoke rising from the undercarriage. The man inside managed to free himself from his seat belt and partially crawl his way out the drivers door window.

As his eyes closed as the darkness overtook him..he could hear the sound of a female voice coming from somewhere... laughing at him.

Tombstone stiff armed the doors of the Med center entrance,exploding into the chill of the afternoon like a bull from a chute.

" Stone!!..What the feth did you do?!!" One Eye said running towards his friend " My God...you didn't..."

Tombstone knocked the older Biker aside like a rag doll,murderous hatred flaring in his eyes.

" Stone...oh God...I'm so sorry man." One Eye stammered following his friend.

The younger biker whirled on One Eye,his teeth gritted and his eyes blazing.

" Assemble a war party" Tombstone said in a low whisper.

" Stone...we.." One Eye started,but wisely closed his mouth with a snap.

Tombstone stormed away,eyes glaring into the sky...in his heart he cursed god himself.

Medicine Man stepped into Tombstones path,causing the biker to halt unwillingly.

He stood glaring at the silver haired biker,for a moment he considered shoving him aside,until the older man held out something wrapped in oil clothe to Tombstone.

The bikers hands grasped the offering...almost involuntarily,unwrapping it Tombstone found inside a foot long Bowie knife...he looked up into the calm face of Medicine Man.

" I will tend to your lost Love" the old biker said " You travel the path you must."

Tombstone felt a single tear slip down his cheek.

" Die well fierce one." Medicine Man said,stepping aside to allow Tombstone to pass.

The biker walked slowly away as One Eye and Medicine Man stood and watched.

BTW, I changed the weapon I'm using, upon discovery that my current rifle was never fully developed after further research. Just for completions sake, I'm changing it to basically the same thing, but is actually used in the SAF.

CBJ MS LAW Swedish Assault Rifle (Bipod and 100 Round Magazine available for LMG use, along with open bolt)



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Patrick opened the glove compartment after hearing something banging around in there.

He found one brick of plastic explosives, and a remote detonator with a red button.

"Interesting" Patrick whispered

Pain stopped the car, going around to the back and firmly sticking it onto the underside of the car.

He got back into the car and kept driving, thinking he had long passed the compound and the people he had made suffer.

Inside the small cabin he had shared with Daisy,Tombstone stood quietly...his eyes fixed on the two coffee cups and a half eaten pop tart she had nibbled at this morning.

He begin to tremble...

The scent of the perfume she wore hung in the air...perfume...the end of the god damn world and she still liked to dab herself with perfume...Tombstone had given her all sorts of grief about that.

He roared in fury,picking up the kitchen table and hurling it across the room where it smashed into the wall.

Several moments past...and at the end ,the interior of the cabin looked as though a powerful bomb had detonated inside of it...in a way...one had.

******** Twenty minutes later*****

Tombstone stepped into the courtyard,his eyes glaring over the group of biker who stood waiting on him to arrive.

One Eye had done well in his choices for the patrol.

T-Rex,Ajax,Cutter,Dead man and Bingo, 5 of the most vicious members of the Satan Servants ...all armed to the teeth...ready to hunt.

Tombstone said nothing...these men knew why they had been picked...and what they were expected to do.

"I'm going with you." came a voice from behind Tombstone,he turned and saw Tasha walking up,weapons strapped to her hips and sling over her shoulder.

Tasha had been Daisy's closest friend...a sister to her in all respects,her eyes were red and raw from crying,but they gleamed with a fierce light.

"...And don't you give me any gak Stone." Tasha said " With you or with out you...I'm going to find that bastard and skin him alive."

Tombstone said nothing,he simply nodded...

Several moments later,Tombstone was roaring along the road mounted atop his bike...T-Rex and Dead Man ridding alongside him,the others loaded into one of the Hummers keeping pace behind the three bikes.

Rounding a corner,Tombstone noticed a jeep,it had obviously recently wrecked as oily smoke still hung in the air...the biker shrugged slightly to himself..he didn't give a feth ...he begin to rev his engine to pass the wreck when he heard the Hummer brake to a halt Tasha and Cutter diving out and rushing towards the overturned vehicle.

Tombstone stopped and turned ,anger swelling up inside of him...he leapt from his bike and proped it on the kick stand quickly before storming towards the jeep.

"Who in the feth gave you orders to stop!!" Tombstone bellowed as he came to a halt next to the wreck..

" Relax Stone" Tasha laughed nervously " I just wanted to see if it was the guy were after."

Tombstone hesitated and drew his pistols,maybe the guy had switched vehicles thinking it would be a good way to throw off pursuit.

The biker crouched down and carefully glanced inside the jeep...he paused for a moment..realizing he knew the face of the man inside the wreck.

" Saunders?!" Tombstone said in disbelief.

So.. Tombstone's headed off towards Pine Ville then? Because I'm pretty sure Saunders was off in that direction. Plus, we're still not really sure what he is.. or what he looks like.

But interesting you brought that up, Tombstone. Although Patrick does have over a 6 hour lead on ya.


@Karon - you may not be able to become best buddy's with Tombstone, but there's plenty of world left out there.

Oh, and although I now realise what happened in the event wasn't to your liking, I hadn't really seen much of your character yet so it was hard to decide.


As for the rest of yous.. stay on your toes..

That name....

The man opened his eyes seeing red through the blood that ran down his glass cut face and blinked at the things around him. The shadows were standing around him, looking down upon him as he lay there on his back on the asphalt. He turned his head to the side and stared at the people as they argued for a few moments among themselves about him. Relief flowed over him as he realised that they were not speaking Russian.

A smile spread across his face and he started to laugh to himself at the thought of this sending thick, dark blood out of the corner of his mouth and down his cheek. Around him, the shadow things joined in a chorus of agony.

He felt hands upon him, and he didn't resist as he felt himself being dragged from the ruins of the green Russian jeep. He could not explain how, but for some reason he knew that he was safe. He just closed his eyes against the bright sunlight and let the darkness claim him once again.

Karon wrote:


I am pissed I was forced into being unable to form alliances once again, this really is a bit ridiculous.

This is my character now that there is no possibility of me being a "good guy".

Shouldn't have made a bad guy then!

I jest.

Kind of.


Anyways, I suggest we overhaul the event system from the right off. This'll go in the chat thread, but I just thought i'd say it here first.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Oh, and although I now realise what happened in the event wasn't to your liking, I hadn't really seen much of your character yet so it was hard to decide.

Did you PM them to find out just what they wanted their characters to do in the event? From what they are saying, they both wanted their characters to join forces rather than fight, which makes the outcome of the event somewhat unexpected.

Edit: Ignore this post, didn't see the other thread

[post ignored]


Right, for the last time I will apologise for the event. But it is done now, so please just get on with RPing.

Also, I'll probably post up a 'day X' information post, and possibly some sort of event.

Tombstone eyed the battered face of Saunders closely as the others lifted him from the twisted wreckage.

Daisy had been right,the biker thought,some of the others had survived the massacre at Phoenix's Mansion.

"He's pretty banged up Stone" Cutter said examining Saunders quickly " Amazing he's still alive actually."

Tombstone nodded noncommittally,he was torn between simply leaving Saunders and continuing his hunt for his prey or trying to help Saunders.

Ultimately...there could be only one decision,he knew Daisy would have never forgiven him if he abandoned Saunders on the side of the road...

" Put him in the Hummer" Tombstone said quietly "There's a gas station convenience store about five miles west...we'll camp there for the night."

The bikers did as they had been ordered,placing Saunders carefully into the rear of the Hummer.

Tasha rummaged around inside the wrecked jeep quickly,gathering the wounded mans supplies,among them she located a thick folder,turning through the pages she found the text was Russian...not a problem for her,her full name was Natasha Chermanov...her Grandparents had been Russian immigrants and she could read and speak the language fluently.

Inside the cabin of the Hummer,as the small group of bikers mad their way West,Tasha opened the folder and begin to read.

[insert jp400]

Also, perhaps it would be a good idea for the Russian players to group up?

Rarkov closed his eyes, enjoying the warm heat from the sun on his body. It seemed rather out-of-place for a man of military to sunbathe on top of a Russian warship, but ah well, he though, who gives a feth. He opened his eyes, enjoying a cool breeze as it passed over him. He momentarily observed the few deck officers hurrying about whatever business was theirs. His large brown-tinted sunglasses only improved the mood of the scene as he poured himself another round of Vodka from the bottle on the small table next to him. He took a long sip before reclining once more in his deck-chair. "Ah, but damn that's good stuff," he said happily.
"Sir?" Came a voice from behind him.
"Hm? What is it, Polkovnik Kias?"
"We've secured a strong beach-head, and several scout units are reporting having found some of the..specific targets. Also, we have gathered up seventy-seven American survivors."
"That's all well and good, but why disturb me for it? I'm on my break for gods' sake man!"
The Polkovnik stiffened, before replying, "the troops are waiting for orders. Why delay?"
"The greatest works take patience, Kias."
"Perhaps. But this is an invasion! We should just take the country and be done with it!"
"Invasion? I prefer the term.. rescue force."
"We may as well call it what it is," Kias continued, an undercurrent of disrespect in his tone, "sir."
"Very well, suit yourself Polkovnik, suit yourself.." Rarkov paused to take a sip of Vodka, and he rasped momentarily at the taste, "strong stuff this.."
Kias smiled, "Indeed it is, General."
Suddenly, Ralkov found that his eyelids felt heavy.. and he felt tired, oh so tired. "Kias," he said, practically yawning the words out, "what..year..did you say..this was?"
"A nice strong dose of Chloral hydrate, sir," Kias replied gleefully.
"W-w-what...?" Ralkov rasped.
"Have a nice sleep, sir," Kias gloated. He watched on as the General convulsed and spasmed, and then vomited, before falling comatose. Kias strolled casually over to the bottle of Vodka, and picked it up, "Yes," he said, "definitely strong stuff indeed." He then threw the bottle as far overboard as he could, watching as it splashed into the deep blue.
Kias then turned and walked over to a wall-radio. He activated it and spoke into it, "this is Polkovnik Kias, General Rarkov has had an accident and I believe he may be incapacitated, send someone up to retrieve the body. Also, I will be taking command of the fleet in the General's inability to command." A voice sounded from the radio, "Acknowledged, Polkovnik, this is Kapitan Vorak, I will send up a team to retrieve the General."
"Excellent," replied Kias, "Oh, and Kapitan - one more thing. Give The Order."

As the small Patrol of bikers pulled into the front lot of the Convenience store Tombstone felt a slight shudder.
They were just miles from Phoenix's mansion now,the last time the biker had been at this store had been a year ago...when he and Daisy had been fleeing the massacre.

The biker fought back the urge to simply burn the store to the ground and ride screaming into the night.

He dismounted from his motorcycle and quickly surveyed the area...

Walkers...about a dozen or so,drawn by the noise of the Motorcycle engines...

Tombstone stared blankly at the approaching ghouls...he sighed and motioned to T-Rex and Dead Man.." Crowd control...suppress your weapons." he ordered.

The two bikers nodded,fixing silencers onto their pistols as they strolled towards the walkers...in a moment muffled shots filled the air as T-Rex and Dead Man quickly dispatched the small group of zombies.

Tombstone turned to Cutter and Bingo,who were carrying Saunders cautiously...

" Let T-Rex and Dead Man check inside first" He said " then take him in and clean him up."

" Got ya boss" Cutter replied as T-Rex and Dead Man entered the store...they exited a moment later and assured the building was clear.

Tombstone sat on his bike lost in his thoughts for a moment as the others entered the small store..." I miss you Babe"..he whispered softly to himself.

" Stone.." Tasha said walking up to the biker,a large folder clasped in her hand " We need to talk about your friend."

OOC: Karon, there's always Halon and his hotel/compound, its in the city. Let's say Richmond, its about an hour or two away from the mountains and about two hours from the coast, its also uphill from the coast past what we call the "fall line", aka the "no sailing upriver from this point line".

I'm sure that I could use your character and maybe, just maybe smooth things out with Tomb for ya.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Rarkov closed his eyes, enjoying the warm heat from the sun on his body. It seemed rather out-of-place for a man of military to sunbathe on top of a Russian warship, but ah well, he though, who gives a feth. He opened his eyes, enjoying a cool breeze as it passed over him. He momentarily observed the few deck officers hurrying about whatever business was theirs. His large brown-tinted sunglasses only improved the mood of the scene as he poured himself another round of Vodka from the bottle on the small table next to him. He took a long sip before reclining once more in his deck-chair. "Ah, but damn that's good stuff," he said happily.
"Sir?" Came a voice from behind him.
"Hm? What is it, Polkovnik Kias?"
"We've secured a strong beach-head, and several scout units are reporting having found some of the..specific targets. Also, we have gathered up seventy-seven American survivors."
"That's all well and good, but why disturb me for it? I'm on my break for gods' sake man!"
The Polkovnik stiffened, before replying, "the troops are waiting for orders. Why delay?"
"The greatest works take patience, Kias."
"Perhaps. But this is an invasion! We should just take the country and be done with it!"
"Invasion? I prefer the term.. rescue force."
"We may as well call it what it is," Kias continued, an undercurrent of disrespect in his tone, "sir."
"Very well, suit yourself Polkovnik, suit yourself.." Rarkov paused to take a sip of Vodka, and he rasped momentarily at the taste, "strong stuff this.."
Kias smiled, "Indeed it is, General."
Suddenly, Ralkov found that his eyelids felt heavy.. and he felt tired, oh so tired. "Kias," he said, practically yawning the words out, "what..year..did you say..this was?"
"A nice strong dose of Chloral hydrate, sir," Kias replied gleefully.
"W-w-what...?" Ralkov rasped.
"Have a nice sleep, sir," Kias gloated. He watched on as the General convulsed and spasmed, and then vomited, before falling comatose. Kias strolled casually over to the bottle of Vodka, and picked it up, "Yes," he said, "definitely strong stuff indeed." He then threw the bottle as far overboard as he could, watching as it splashed into the deep blue.
Kias then turned and walked over to a wall-radio. He activated it and spoke into it, "this is Polkovnik Kias, General Rarkov has had an accident and I believe he may be incapacitated, send someone up to retrieve the body. Also, I will be taking command of the fleet in the General's inability to command." A voice sounded from the radio, "Acknowledged, Polkovnik, this is Kapitan Vorak, I will send up a team to retrieve the General."
"Excellent," replied Kias, "Oh, and Kapitan - one more thing. Give The Order."

Uh-oh its the Hunt for Red October all over again, those damned sneaky russians.

Keira strode down the highway. She had no idea which was she was going, and she had no way to know where Hog went. All she cared about was finding somewhere to camp out for the night. There were a few good hours of sunlight left, and Keira really wanted to make the most of them. Her boots trudged across the asphalt road, taking care to weave their way round corpses, long since dessicated to the point in which they resembled skeletons with a thin layer of tissue paper covering them. Keira reflected as she walked, that the country seemed to drain the life from things. Gazing down the road, all she could see was grey. Sure the cars that littered the motorway were varied in colour, but everything seemed so subdued, so...so drained. Even the dead had taken on the pallor.

"F*ck sake." she swore, as she came across a fuel tanker, flipped onto it's side, blocking her route. All Keira needed to do was walk around it, but even the slightest inconvenience was like a kick to the teeth. A faint scrabbling noise echoed from the other side of the vehicle. Keira paused, ears pricked. The noise was continuous, but not in the way of something automated dragging on the floor. It was too varied, too...natural. Someone was behind the cab of the tanker, and they were going to town on something. Keira pulled her Tec-9 from it's holster, and cocked it. Her other hand rested upon the sheath for a machete. Hopefully they wouldn't get that close.

Odd, Keira reflected as she skirted round the vehicle, only a year ago, if she had heard scraping, no doubt would she have ran round the side calling out.

A lot had changed in a year.

Keira peered round the side of the vehicle. There was blood, that was what Keira noticed first. Odd that, but the vibrant crimson splash that coated everything in a metre radius, drew her attention far more than the grisly spectacle.

Someone had been cornered by the looks of things. Backed up against a solid curved wall, there had been no chance of escape. Now Keira looked harder the signs of a swarm were very clear. The ever so thin layer of soot that had rained down from the nuclear blasts had been scuffed to a massive degree. Also, most of the detritus (also grey) had been kicked out of the way. Keira looked back to the side of the tanker. Yes, now she looked at the blood, it had been splattered much further than it would have done from hundreds of grasping hands and shuffling feet. Hand prints stitched their way along the cleaner sides of the tanker. As for the corpse. It was hardly worth being classified as one of the undead. The feeding frenzy of the swarm must have been interrupted, otherwise there'd have been nothing left. As it was, the few scraps of flesh still layered onto the strewn apart skeleton hardly gave sign of reanimation. In fact, it's only sign of life was the moving of it's eyes. It couldn't even moan, it's throat having been exposed to the air, it's bottom jaw lost. However, this wasn't the worst bit. Upon closer examination, Keira noticed something that she couldn't stomach. The man, or woman, it really was that hard to tell, had been handcuffed to the tanker. The person had been murdered.

Keira carefully stepped her way to the Zombie, whose only actions were to follow her movements with it's eyes. Upon standing in front of it, Keira despatched it with a kick to the head. She would have shot, but the tanker could contain anything, and the last thing Keira wanted was to die in a blast, after coming so far.

What worried Keira the most, more so than the fact the victim had been fed to the zombies, was that the swarm that had fed, was no where to be seen.

Keira felt it was a good idea not to continue down the road she had taken, and began to walk back the way she came. However, her terror got the better of her, and Keira found herself sprinting down the road, as fast as she could, to get away from the horrific site.

What stayed with Keira for the rest of her life, was the freshness of the blood. The victim had been torn apart by at least a hundred zombies earlier that day...

OOC: That may have been influenced by a certain zombie Tv series.

Interesting.. mind PMing me what you intend? Yes I'm being a control freak.

@Halon
"I'm sure that I could use your character and maybe, just maybe smooth things out with Tomb for ya."

I think you will find people do not like being used.. maybe that's why you'll all hate me by the end of this . Either way, I've mentioned it earlier somewhere that I do have a plan to fix all that. Maybe. It will all depend on the players when the time comes. Ima guessing in about 5-7ish pages, perhaps?

You guys know what this rp is missing from the others?



That's right; cats, shotguns, and a large DVD collection.

Also, its no fair that shadow gets the grenade launcher, he already has amnesia.

Shadow doesn't have the grenade launcher...

And if you're not careful I may be forced to write up another incidental post ending with Hog seeing a cat sitting strategically on a pile of DvDs, with a shotgun clenched in it's mouth. Then you'd be sorry.

Shadow. Cat. DVDs. Shotguns. Has.

Don't you dare Ghosty.

halonachos wrote:OOC: Karon, there's always Halon and his hotel/compound, its in the city. Let's say Richmond, its about an hour or two away from the mountains and about two hours from the coast, its also uphill from the coast past what we call the "fall line", aka the "no sailing upriver from this point line".

I'm sure that I could use your character and maybe, just maybe smooth things out with Tomb for ya.

Exactly what I was looking for, mate.

I don't really want to...teleport there, so I'll use this post for traveling purposes only.

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Patrick kept driving, taking a turn in what he felt was north - northwest...ish.

He lit up a cigarette, and just drove on and on. Occasionally he would open the door to obliterate a zombie walking on the street.

Pain stopped, seeing a man being chased by roughly a dozen zombies.

The man was sprinting as fast as he possibly could, and was outrunning the zombies, just barely.

Patrick took out the 100 round clip for his CBJ, as well as the Bipod

He went down on his stomach, and opened fire. The penetration of these rounds, famous for their Swedish make, was astounding, cutting through three zombies with each shot, if you noticed.

All of them went down in 4 seconds.

The man stopped, ghost faced.

Pain slowly walked towards him, emotionless as normal (OOC: Just an FYI, my character's expression rarely ever changes from the face on my avatar, if you're wondering how to picture him in your mind)

The rod slowly slid down into his hand, along his arm.

The man started to thank him, but Pain hugged the man with his left arm as the jet black rod went through the mans chest.

Only blood came out of the mans mouth. He turned his head towards Pain with an expression of terror and confusion.

"I am the Avatar of Pain. Feel Pain. Accept Pain." Patrick said

"Know Pain" Pain said with a finality that had a power of its own about itself.

Patrick dropped the man onto the rough black pavement.

That man might not know it, but he had done him a favor. Would he rather be torn apart by a horde of zombies, or granted a swift death and a revelation?

Patrick kept driving, until he finally reached a city, and within, he saw his destination.

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That's your queue, Halon. I appreciate the invitation. I didn't want to describe it in any way for fear of misinterpreting what you are actually in.

As for you Dark, don't fret anymore. Its fine, just give us the option like Silver did, and it'll be all good.

Ah, just for added horror, I can see it now, clear as day..

Next to the pile of DvDs, just poking out around the side, just visible as the camera pans across, is a severed hand holding Shadow's diary....

hey well jennifer took most of the interesting DVDs anyway along with all the guns so

--------BIC--------

Jacob manned the radio set on the bridge, he was the only one on the bridge as they didn't need to go anywhere at the moment, suddenly the radio crackled to life.

"Independent Station, this is home base, do you copy" a voice called out from the speakers

Jacob leapt out of his seat and grabbed at the mike, fumbling it as he rushed to reply, "Home base, independent Station reciveing, go ahead"

"General Ralkov told us to to reprot anything strange to you, one of our scout teams encountered a tank, does that qualify"

"roger that, Home In think it does, i'll tell the lady. Hows the weather on your end"

"A bit wet, but..." the voice was cut off by garbled shouts of Russian then, there was a loud crack of a gun and the radio went dead

Jacob lept out of his seat and tore down the corridor, racing to the mess hall, it was meal time so Jennifer was bound to be there, he slammed into the half open door of the officers mess and stopped just inside, Jennfer looked around in her chair, moving her hand away from the her gun

"ma'am" me panted, gasping inbetween words "we may have aproblem, russians killing russians"

"what!" she said, getting up from the chair. "we're going to back to america, we need to see whats going on"

She looked round at the rest of the men eating with her, "Lock us down, get the men ready, these may not be friendly ruskies any more"

OOC:

I may be way off the mark...but I see the potential for some pretty crazy alliances in the future.

Saunders opened his eyes and blinked several times as he looked around him. He was laying in what looked like an old gas station that had been picked over pretty well some time ago wrapped in an old wool blanket. He sat up and felt about his face at a bandage that had been placed over his right eye over one of his many cuts that he sustained in the crash. Grabbing hold of the bloody bandage that was making his eye itch, he pulled it free and let it fall to the dirty floor revealing a massive scar that ran about and inch above and below his eye where only a few hours ago a deep cut that required stitches had been.

Letting the blanket fall to one side, he stood up upon his slightly shaky legs and looked around for the people that had rescued him from the wreck. After a quick search, he honed in on elevated voices coming from outside the front door near some rusting free stand gas pumps. There, he found a small group of what looked like well armed bikers standing in a loose circle arguing to one another. One of them, a female in the group. Was holding Saunders brown folder that he had taken from the hospital.

Upon seeing him leaning against the door frame, they all turned and looked at him falling quiet. Saunders cleared his throat and muttered his first words to another human being in a very long time.

"Thank you."

" Saunders" Tombstone said stepping away from the rest of the group " It's me..Tombstone..."

The biker paused,Saunders looked like he'd been through hell..and after all it had been over a year since he'd last laid eyes on the biker...plus judging by what Tasha had revealed to him...Tombstone thought there was a good chance Saunders may have no memory of him at all.

Saunders stood blinking at the biker,perhaps slightly recognizing him.

" Stone" T-Rex said from behind " If what Tasha told us is true...we should just ice this guy...it's way to dangerous keeping him around."

Tombstone spun viciously grabbing the younger biker by the front of his leather jacket and pulling him nose to nose,an evil grin split Tombstones face.

" Your not here to think T-Rex" Tombstone said "I'll do the fething thinking..AND I'LL GIVE The FETHING ORDERS!!...You just soldier and keep your fething mouth shut!!"The biker roared.

" Tombstone.." Saunders said weakly " Yes...I..." the man swooned on his feet.

Saunders would have fallen,but Cutter stepped in and caught him.

"Take him back inside" Tombstone ordered releasing T-Rex from his grip.

The Bikers complied,carrying the man back into the store.

" Stone." Tasha said looking over at the biker " T-Rex is right...that man is dangerous"

Tombstone turned smiling evilly at Tasha " I'm fething counting on that".he said.

Saunders was carried back into the station to where he had first awoken just a short while ago and placed back on the grey blanket by a few of the men while Tombstone and the girl called Tasha stayed outside having another conversation.

Tombstone.... he knew that name. He sat for a few moments resting his chin on his hand as he allowed himself to become deeply lost in his thoughts. Suddenly the memories of Tombstone, the mansion, the other survivors, getting separated and running blindly through the woods trying to stay alive all came rushing back to him as if a dam had suddenly burst inside his head.

He turned his head to the one called Cutter and was about to try speaking with him when suddenly something off in the distance caught his attention. He stood up and stared out the window toward the wood line as dry leaves blew in the wind across the sidewalk out front. He couldn't physically see anything, but something was telling him that bad things were headed their way.

Cutter nudged T-Rex who was busy trying to light up and nodded toward Saunders who was standing in a trance like state staring out the broken glass window of the station toward the atomic ruins of Cape City.

"What the hell do you think he is looking at?" said cutter with his arms folded across his chest.

"Beats the feth out of me." replied T-Rex as he shook his zippo trying to get it to strike "If even half of that gak in that Russian folder is true, this guy can't be trusted and should be left in a ditch somewhere missing his head."

Suddenly Saunders turned and looked at the two men, pale in the face with sweat beading on his forehead.

"We need to leave this place." He said

Cutter put his hand out upon Saunders shoulder.

"Now hold on just a minute bud, it's going to be night soon and you are in no kind of condition to...." Saunders cut him off in mid speech.

"If we wait here for another hour, none of us are going to live long enough to see the morning. They are coming...."

"Nobody is coming" said T-Rex now with a lit cigarette in his mouth. Sudden movement outside caught all three men's attention and they stared up toward the sky as dozens of ravens flew overhead as if something deep they were running from. Cutter was already running toward the front door yelling as he went.

"Stone! I think we need to get out of here!"

Might jump on that thar band wagon. But with which character...

*muses*

The vault lock clunks as it is released. The soldiers drop into a ready position as the technician stands by to hit the release button. Helena draws her pistol and orders Alexi to the door, ready to scent any undead on the far side...



OOC: Just a short one to show I am still alive - will do a longer one tonight - was felling really ill last night so went straight to bed after work

ghosty wrote:Might jump on that thar band wagon. But with which character...

*muses*

I'd jump quick...I'm about to post that thar band wagon a pullin up stakes a running.