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Post by Miguel D'Cruz on Apr 6, 2012 9:51:23 GMT -7
Calixta tread carefully as she walked slowly, allowing Miguel to examine the small town carefully for anything that could be of use to him.
"Hmm... ... Seems this town was wiped out... Pero, yo necessito buscar por comida." Miguel hopped off the saddle and left the reins secured to the horn of the saddle. "Queda, Calixta," Miguel commanded as he left her in the street to search one particularly stable-looking home. Blood was all over the walls, but Miguel couldn't see anyone else.
"Mierda... ..." Miguel cursed. Calixta whinnied, already impatient.
"Silencio! ... Yo no necessito una horda de zombies," Miguel called back. His face still hurt like hell from a crazy zombie with three whips for an arm. He'd found a nurse who stitched the horrible gash up for him, but she went zombie on him not long after. Pity too. La mujer fue muy bella. He kicked a pile of debris away, revealing a severed hand. Miguel jumped back and crossed himself. "¡Por amor de Dios!" A little shaken, Miguel decided to check the liquor cabinet for rum and then leave. He found the rum and quickly made his way back outside to find that he was not alone in this little town.
"¡Hola, amigo! ¿Como estás?"
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Post by Luke on Apr 6, 2012 10:18:58 GMT -7
Luke had seen the 'Cowboy' ride into town. Something was oddly familiar about him, but Luke couldn't figure out what. He didn't like cowboys. Luke drew his pistol and waited for the cowboy to come out of the house.
"¡Hola, amigo! ¿Como estás?"
Luke raised his pistol and aimed it directly at the mans chest.
"Are you Infected? Did you get bit?" The cowboy merely looked at Luke's pistol for a moment before Luke took 2 more steps forward and aimed at his head. "Answer me!"
The cowboy shook his head and Luke lowered his weapon. "You speak English, friend?"
The man nodded and whispered "Si."
Luke chuckled, putting his pistol back in its holster, "Thats not English, amigo. You got a name?"
The cowboy seemed to relax a little. "My name is Miguel D'Cruz. I was a horse rancher back in-"
Luke held up his hands, " Whoa, I just asked for your name, not your life story. You here alone, Miguel?"
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Post by Miguel D'Cruz on Apr 6, 2012 11:09:20 GMT -7
Miguel raised an eyebrow at the man. He seemed friendly enough. At least he wasn't going to shoot him anymore. With a shrug, Miguel took the cork off the rum and took a drink before responding with gesture at Calixta. "I am solo... Unless you want to count the horse."
The other man didn't look at the horse, just scowled a little bit. Miguel took another swig of rum. "Well, you got a name? Or should I just call you 'amigo'?"
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Post by Luke on Apr 6, 2012 12:57:38 GMT -7
"Names Luke. I wouldn't recommend learnin it...chances are neither one of us will live for long." Luke scanned the street quickly before turning back to Miguel. "As long as your here, maybe you could help me?" Luke walked closer to Miguel as he heard distant moans, speaking quickly and quietly, "I heard that there might be survivors here. Help me find em and maybe we can hole up for awhile. Whaddya say..partner?" Luke held out his hand. waiting for Miguel to shake it.
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Post by Miguel D'Cruz on Apr 6, 2012 15:00:40 GMT -7
Miguel took his hand quickly and shook it firmly. "Works for me. If there's anything I can do for a fellow persona, I'll do it," he said with a cheerful grin. He put the cork back on the bottle and set down on the porch they were standing on. He whistled and Calixta came to him, glowering at Luke. Miguel took his cane and whips from the saddle and gestured at the town around them. "Alright, señor Luke... Let's go save some lives, yes?"
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Post by Luke on Apr 6, 2012 15:59:41 GMT -7
Luke pulled a walkie out of his coat pocket and switched it on. Miguel was watching the street warily, and Luke was happy to not be alone in this god-forsaken town.
"Bubba, you there?" Luke spoke into the walkie and waited a few seconds.
"I hear ya," came the response, and Luke breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where you two at?" Luke was becoming aware that they were being watched, "you find anyone?"
"No suh," Bubba was panting almost as if he lifted something, "no sign of anyone yet, We aren't too far from ya, just a few blocks away."
"Good, I'm bringin a friend along. See you soon." Luke put the walkie back in his coat and patted Miguel on the shoulder. "Cmon cowboy, I got some people not too far from here. We are gunna meet up with them and continue our-" Luke stopped mid-sentence as something rather tall came stumbling out of an alleyway. It took one good look at them before letting out an ear shattering scream.
"Screamer!" Miguel said something foul in spanish and covered his ears. Luke drew his pistol and fired once. The Screamers head exploded into a right chunky mess and the silence ensued.
"Buen disparo!" Miguel exclaimed, calming his horse, "you killed it!"
"Yeah," said Luke solemnly as the cries of the infected got louder, "but things are about to turn into hell in a hand basket."
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Post by Miguel D'Cruz on Apr 6, 2012 21:52:23 GMT -7
Miguel grinned broadly. He drew the sword out of his cane and loosed one of the bull whips. "Amigo, the world already went to hell on a silver platter- what else is there?" As one infected individual leapt through a window, Miguel unleashed a brutal lash at it with the whip. Hitting the zombie so hard its neck split. Miguel then turned on his heel and slammed the sword through the zombie's head for sure-fire kill. Another zombie tried to come up behind them, but Calixta took care of it with a vicious kick to the zombie's face and then pounding the monster into the ground. More and more zombies appeared from the houses, surrounding them. Calixta snorted her challenge and pawed the ground. Miguel shrugged. "Eeh.... Could be worse. We could have to face a hulking four-armed beastie," he joked. English-Spanish translator site www.wordreference.com/es/translation.asp?tranword=good%20shot
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Post by Luke on Apr 6, 2012 22:13:04 GMT -7
Luke couldn't help but chuckle as two more infected nearly exploded from being hit. Miguel could fight, which was good. This horde looked to be quire large.
"Much rather a 4-armed beast than what I've dealt with," Luke reloaded as two more infected ran from buildings behind him. Miguel took care of them quickly, one with his whip the other with his sword. He was quite handy with that whip. Luke was getting worried that they wouldn't last long. Luke kept them at bay in the front, but what if the bigger, badder ones showed up? Luke reached for his walkie, blasting 4 more in the process.
"Bubba, we got a problem!" Luke kicked a Walker back and shot it in the head as more came out of an alleyway.
"Sounds right bad, suh. Hang on, me an Lola be there quick like, just hold on suh."
Just then a very high pitched noise rang out from behind him. Luke couldn't turn to look, but he knew all to well what that noise meant. "Miguel! Whipfist, up high on your left!" Luke thought he heard Miguel laugh with glee but yet another noise interrupted his thoughts...this time from in front of him. Nails scraping against a chalkboard, Luke never did like that noise. Two Freaks appeared on a rooftop, ready to fight. Luke switched to his rifle and readied himself. This was his kind of party.
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Post by Miguel D'Cruz on Apr 7, 2012 9:10:21 GMT -7
Miguel didn't recognize the odd things on the roof, but he knew the whip fisted one in the hoodie. He was going to have a scar on his face forever because of that thing.
"Ha ha ha! Come here, bastardo. Miguel has a present for you!"
The whipfist swung its shoulder back and the corded arm fell back behind it. Miguel slammed his sword into the wood of the porch and pulled out his other whip. Miguel enjoyed fighting fair. As the whipfist sent the corded arm toward him, Miguel lashed out with his whip horizontally. He caught the zombies arm in the whip, deflecting it. He tied the whip's handle to a nearby column. The whipfist, frustrated, howled and then charged him. Miguel was quick to drop the other whip and pick up his sword. The whipfist impaled itself on it.
The pain took the monster for a moment and it paused. But that didn't last for more than a second before it started trying to bite Miguel. Miguel dodged the whipfist's searching teeth and lifted the sword higher and further away from him before letting it go. The monster fell to the floor. Miguel withdrew his sword from its body and pierced the beast through the head- ending its futile struggle. Suddenly, an idea sparked.
"Hmm... Me pregunto que... ..." The sound of Calixta's hooves meeting viciously with zombies heads reminded him that they were in a bit of a predicament. Not taking the time to wonder further, Miguel cut the whipfist's arm off. He detangled the blades and tied them securely to the ends of his own whips. He whirled them around experimentally and grinned with satisfaction. "Amigo... Resultar bien!"
Miguel jumped up on Calixta's saddle and whirled the whips, the blades ripping through the zombies in range. Eventually, Miguel formed a nice little area to make a stand. Any zombie that got too close soon found itself shredded as Miguel whirled the whips around him in vicious circles of death.
Miguel suddenly realized that he hadn't been paying any attention to his amigo nuevo and turned to see if was okay.
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Post by Luke on Apr 7, 2012 17:21:09 GMT -7
Luke raised his rifle and fired multiple rounds. One Freak crumpled while the other jumped from the roof into the street. Miguels ingenious new whip design had wiped out most of the other infected. Which was good, it left Luke with one less thing to worry about. Luke had lost concentration and the second Freak got the upper hand. It had flanked Luke and charged him from the left. Slamming into Luke, it sent him flying through the wall of the house. Luke landed hard, and was quite sure he had broke something. Luke reached for the only weapon available...a rather large, splintered piece of wood as the Freak came through the hole in the wall.
"Cmon you son of a bitch," Luke stood slowly, grimacing in pain. "That all you got?" The Freak cried out and crouched low, "Thats right....come to papa."
The Freak pounced with frightening speed. Luke always had a knack for being quick on the draw. In one fluid motion, Luke raised his piece of wood and drove it into the zombies chest. The Freak cried in a mixture of pain and frustration, swiping with its hooks. Luke held his ground.
"You like that, dont ya!" Luke impaled the Freak further and it screamed louder. Luke drew his pistol from his coat and jammed the barrel into the Freaks open mouth. "I'll give you somethin to cry about!" Luke pulled the trigger and the Freaks head exploded, covering the walls...and Luke.
"Now that...was messy," Luke slumped down to his knees and took out his walkie as Miguel stepped through the hole. "Bubba...I'm down. Where the hell are you guys?"
"Pullin up now suh," came the reply as Luke heard more gunshots outside, "And we found some friends along the way. We'll clean em up out here, an Lolas on her way." Luke dropped the walkie as Miguel knelt in front of him.
"Hey...you ok amigo?" Luke nodded and passed out.
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Post by Miguel D'Cruz on Apr 7, 2012 18:42:20 GMT -7
Miguel couldn't help but admire this hard-ass named Luke, regardless of their rough meeting. After taking one hell of a blow, the man passed out. Miguel sighed, there were still a few zombies left outside but the gunfire signified that Luke's friends had arrived. Miguel considered picking Luke up, but there was the possibility of a broken bone and Miguel was no doctor.
After a quick look-over to make sure that there were no infected in the house, Miguel returned outside. Calixta was eyeing the new strangers with potentially lethal suspicion.
"Calixta- no. Aquellas personas son amigos! No les lastima!" Calixta snorted unhappily, but backed off. Miguel put his whips back after untying the whipfist's blades, since they were sure to stink. When he turned back he was staring straight into the chest of undoubtably the largest man he'd ever seen.
"Hola.... Amigo," Miguel managed meekly, feeling very small. A woman rushed into the house and started tending to Luke which was good. The incredible hulk of a black man sized him up and then extended his hand. Miguel, after a moment's hesitation, shook the man's hand.
"I'm Bubba."
"Me llamo es Miguel."
After that the hulk walked into the house. Miguel picked up the bottle of rum he'd left on the porch. There were some other people in the house, but Miguel didn't care enough to count. "El hombre negro grande de mierda..." Miguel muttered under his breath. It seemed that they would be setting up camp in the house, at least for the night. He opened the front door and motioned for Calixta to go inside. She obliged primly and Miguel followed her, closing the door behind them. He just hoped that Luke would wake up soon.
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Post by Luke on Apr 7, 2012 19:31:48 GMT -7
Luke opened his eyes slowly. Kneeling over him was Lola, tending to his wounds.
"You know...I seem to do this more often for you than anyone else." She smiled as he sat up and Luke chuckled.
"Well you know me...how bad is it?" Luke winced slightly as he sat up.
"One of your ribs are broken. A few cuts and bruises, nothing serious." Lola's features hardened, "You know that thing could have killed you, why did you take it on alone?"
"Miguel was busy...I had to. And what are you, my mom?" Luke's pain eased slightly as his painkillers started to kick in.
"She's right suh, you need to be mo' careful." Luke waved him off as Lola scanned the faces around the house.
"Who's Miguel?" Luke pointed to the man next to the horse. Lola stood up and walked over to the cowboy. Bubba held his hand out to Luke. Luke took it and Bubba helped him up, brushing some of the dust off Luke's coat.
"Not too bad, suh," he said, glancing around at the wreckage.
"I've done better....you remember that Minotaur?"
"That one you rode like sum horse to kill the rest of em?" Bubba chuckled and slapped Luke's back, and Luke promptly yelped in pain. "Oh, sorry suh." Luke gestured in the direction of Lola and Miguel.
"What you think they're talkin about?" Bubba shrugged his shoulders and went over to the gaping hole in the house to assist in barricading it. Luke looked to the two for only a second more before handing out orders to the rest of the Survivors. If they were going to camp out here for the night, they needed lookouts.
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