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Post by Luke on Apr 19, 2012 19:55:27 GMT -7
Luke had pulled ahead of the truck on his bike, the wind whipping against his face. A few miles down the rode, loomed a massive city. Pillars of smoke rose from some buildings as Luke crested the hill. Slowing down to a stop, Luke pulled out a walkie and hailed Bubba in the truck behind him.
"What is it suh?" the truck stopped a few yards behind Luke as he watched a figure move slowly towards the towering ruins.
"You see that over there?" Luke pointed at the figure and turned to look at Bubba.
"Yeah I see it, you think he infected?" Bubba gripped the wheel a little tighter as Luke turned back around on his bike.
"I can't tell, it seems to be walking alright." starting the engine once again, "Lets go have a look, shall we?"
With that Luke set off down the road towards this mysterious stranger.
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Post by Miguel D'Cruz on Apr 20, 2012 15:02:24 GMT -7
Miguel sauntered down the street with Calixta walking alongside him daintily. His face hurt pretty badly. It was really just ridiculous, but the bourbon was helping. He heard the sound of a motor far behind him. Probably two vehicles. Calixta turned around and snorted in that general direction- she had a habit of challenging inanimate objects to fights. Miguel paid them no mind. He walked closer to the sidewalk. Eventually, the vehicles got closer and closer. Quite suddenly, a motorcycle came past them then braked so it was horizontal across the street. The rider had his gun out very quickly and was pointing it at Miguel's face. Second time today someone had aimed something at his face. Second time today someone/thing had done something entirely uncalled for.
"Are you infected?"
Miguel took another swig of the bourbon. "If I said 'sí', would you shoot me?"
The man's mouth pulled back in a very slight smirk. "Maybe... That gash don't look pretty- you been bit?"
"My face used to be a lot prettier before that diablo trató ir a apuntar por mi cara... Pero, I ain't been bit just yet," Miguel responded with a smile and a 'cheers' gesture with the bottle.
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Post by Luke on Apr 21, 2012 19:42:34 GMT -7
Luke chuckled and holstered his weapon. This man had obviously been thorough alot in the past few hours. Shit, everyone has.
"You got a name, amigo?" Luke's head snapped at a sound not far off. He leaned closer and talked a little quieter. "Get in the truck and come with us. You can put your," Luke's eyes darted quickly to a very irritated looking horse, "friend...in the trailer. He'll be alright."
A few human screams reached their ears and Luke slowly drew his pistol. "If you're comin, you better decide now."
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Post by Miguel D'Cruz on Apr 21, 2012 20:10:45 GMT -7
"Ah... I am Miguel and I am definitely coming with you two." Miguel looked around to ensure that that cheeky bastardo that got his face wasn't around before yanking on the Calista's reins.
"Trailer. Va. Ahora." Calixta snorted unhappily and made a grumbling noise as she obeyed him, walking into the trailer on her own and then sticking her face in an opening to snort at him again.
"No, no, no. Tú no haces los ruidos a me!" Calixta snorted back and whinied. "Cabella de mierda..."
Miguel turned to Luke and shrugged helplessly. "That horse... She can't be helped. Now... Let's get out of here, sí?"
The man in the hat and quick with his guns hopped back on his bike. Miguel hopped into the truck and quickly buckled the seat belt- if they were going to tear through a throng of infected, it was going to be a bumpy ride. Only after this did he look to see just who he was in the truck with. A HUGE black man. Miguel shrank back, involuntarily. The man nodded at him in simple acknowledgment, though Miguel's eyes were wide with surprise.
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Post by Luke on Apr 21, 2012 20:58:26 GMT -7
Bubba held out his hand briefly and Miguel took it hesitantly.
"I'm Bubba." he said matter-of-factly. Bubba jerked his thumb back at the blonde in the back seat. "That theres Lola."
Lola nodded slightly and kept staring ahead. Luke's voice crackled from the old walkie on the dash.
"Alright..saddle up. We are driving into some thick shit." Luke kicked the kickstand back on his bike and shot ahead of the truck, pistol in his hand. Bubba roared after him, swerving to avoid the debris.
"Just follow me as close as you can!" Luke called into the walkie before tossing it into his backpack. The Infected had started to sprint towards them, arms thrashing about. Luke picked them off with careful shots, their entrails and brain matter splattering everywhere. Behind him, Bubba rammed what Infected Luke missed. Everything was fine, until a bull-like noise erupted from the right.
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Post by Miguel D'Cruz on Apr 22, 2012 7:06:31 GMT -7
Over the sound of the two vehicles, Miguel could still hear the loud bull-like noise. He could tell Luke heard it too since he also looked in that direction. Four zombies with horns, like that mythical whatever it was called. But, they were bulls and Miguel was no stranger to roping cattle. Calixta was already kicking the doors to her trailer. She wanted out and she wanted some action. She was a war horse. He quickly decided. How much harder could this be? He undid his seatbelt and went for the door. A small hand grabbed his shoulder. It as Lola.
"Wait! What do you think you're doing?"
"It is all bien, Lola. Allow me to be useful... But hold the bourbon please." With that, he put the bottle in her hand and then opened the door and landed on the pavement. Calixta kicked open the doors to the trailer and ran to him. He hopped on the saddle. Luke was turning his bike. Miguel snapped the reins and Calixta shot forward at them. Luke had turned his bike around. The bull-zombies were heading for the Bubba's truck. As they started passing Miguel, he snapped out his whip and caught the slowest one around the next, the whip also catching the thing in the mouth. Having caught it, Miguel jumped off the saddle and slammed the handled of the whip to the ground, not quite making the landing as well as he would have liked. The beast, unable to run forward, fell over with a thud.
But it didn't stay down long. It rushed to get back up and snapped its ugly head back and forth, trying to shake the whip off. While it didn't work, the whip was ripped from Miguel's hands. He crawled back a little ways, putting more distance between him and the angry beast. It was up now and seemed ready to plow him into nothing when Luke actually leaped on it's back, using the whip that was wrapped in the beast's mouth like reins to pull it's head back, now in control of the beast.
(I'm assuming this is what you wanted... I just had to do *something* so Miguel could be useful, ha ha.)
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Post by Luke on Apr 25, 2012 17:36:27 GMT -7
"YEE-HAW!" The Minotaur shook violently, trying to dislodge Luke. But his grip held firm. After a few minutes, the beast stopped in its vain attempts to move Luke. Instead, it focused on the now immobile truck, charging full speed as one of its 'friends' was not to far to the right.
"Alright big guy, lets go meet your friend here!" Luke pulled the whip to the right hard. The Minotaur resisted but soon changed his direction. Steering this hulking beast was not a problem...deciding what to do when the two collided was a step Luke had not planned far enough ahead for. As they neared their inevitable collision, Luke constructed a half-ass plan in his head. Dislodging the whip quickly, he leaped to the other Minotaur and repeated the process until there was one last Minotaur. As Luke prepared to jump to this last one, the beast changed course, and slammed into the one Luke was riding. He lost his pistol in the process. Pulling back on the whip as hard as he could, Luke shouted above the fighting Minotaurs.
"Come on you ugly bastard! Fight!" The beasts were locked in mortal combat. At one point, the other Minotaur got the upper hand. This caused Luke to lose his grip and to be thrown several feet away. Landing on his back, Luke groaned in pain as he watched the larger Minotaur kill the smaller one. Once Luke realized it had turned it's attention back to him, he reached for his rifle and squeezed the trigger. *click* Luke tried again, only pulling it multiple times. *click* *click* *click*. The gun had jammed and Luke knew it. He laid back down into the dirt as the Minotaur let loose its cry and charged. Luke closed his eyes and thought about all the things he would leave unfinished. This was short lived, as a bellowing scream from the Minotaur caused Luke to bolt upright.
Hanging from the Minotaurs back, was Miguel, sword buried deep into the rampaging monster. Miguel was shouting in Spanish. Luke didn't understand a word, but he thought most of what the Latino was saying was pretty foul.
(There..Miguel is once again useful.)
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Post by Miguel D'Cruz on Apr 25, 2012 19:23:51 GMT -7
(Lol- aw. You didn't have to. I just wanted him to have some type of usefulness in the fight.)
Miguel could only watch in shock as Luke rode the minotaur like a rodeo star. He made a mental note to ask Luke if he'd ever been in a rodeo before. He snapped out of his moment of spacing out when Calixta nudged him impatiently. Sure enough, Luke was going to need help pretty soon. He hopped in the saddle and drew the sword from his cane. He waited for the opportune moment to come back in. He wasn't left waiting too long. There were only two left when Luke was 'bucked off' and the two beast tangled. But the bigger one won out, and it was turning its head towards Luke. Miguel gave Calixta a hard kick and she responded quickly. She galloped towards it and as they got closer Miguel adjusted so that he would be able to jump off the saddle and when they wer close he did. The sword buried deep into the beast's back. With his weight on it, the blade started slicing down its back, adding to its pain.
"Bestia salvage de mierda! Vete a la mierda! Bastardo tonto!" Eventually, the sword loosened from its back and Miguel dropped the fairly short distance to the ground with a clop from his boots. Unfortunately, the beast started falling backwards. Fortunately, Calixta was near and head-butted the falling body so it fell sideways, missing Miguel and Luke. Mostly Miguel. She only cared about Miguel. With him safe and Bubba and Lola holding most of the horde off them so they had a moment of peace, Calixta nuzzled again his face. Miguel pat her on the nose with a sigh. "Sí, sí. Tú amas me mucho. Yo sé. Ahora, vete."
Miguel walked over to Luke and offered him a hand as as rubbed at his back with the other with a rueful grin. "Ah... I'm getting too old for this, amigo. Demasiado viejo..."
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Post by Luke on Apr 29, 2012 8:38:17 GMT -7
Luke chuckled softly as he took Miguel's helping hand. Now standing once again, Luke began to brush himself off as Bubba called him over.
"Suh, I think you might wanna hear dis."
Luke tapped Miguel and together they jogged over to the truck. Bubba was on the CB, fiddling with the knobs.
"What's the matter Bubba?" Luke panted as Lola began to tend to his injuries.
"Somethin on the radio suh. I just had it...there!" Bubba leaned back as a voice crackled to life on the radio.
"To anyone that can hear this. I am broadcasting on all frequencies. We are holed up in an evac center on Godfrey Plaza. We have food, provisions, and most importantly...a means of escape. We have coordinates for a safe zone that the military set up. We leave in 2 days. I will send out a broadcast every hour for 10 minutes. Just follow the signs to the evac center."
Bubba shut off the radio as the message started to repeat itself. Lola had moved on to Miguel, busying herself with a rather large scrape on the old cowboy's arm. Luke scratched his head as Bubba spoke up.
"Those people...we can get outta here." he stated with earnest. Luke nodded slowly.
"Aye. Even if we can't escape, it's a temporary place to hole up." Bubba nodded in agreement and sat behind the wheel of the truck. Lola stopped her work.
"What if these people aren't going to help us?" she questioned, locking eyes with Bubba and Luke, "What if these people are just luring in other Survivors to kill and take their stuff?" Luke shrugged.
"Either way, it's our only shot." Lola shook her head slowly and went around the side. Luke turned to Miguel to find him speaking softly to his very angry and slightly psychotic horse.
"What say you amigo? You taggin along for awhile longer?"
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Post by Miguel D'Cruz on Apr 29, 2012 14:29:05 GMT -7
Miguel listened to the radio broadcast carefully. From what he'd heard, there was no way out and the military wasn't being simpático at the moment. He was more concerned about Calixta, who was giving him an accusing glare when Lola came over to help him. For the sake of the very pretty blonde woman who was skillfully bandaging up his arm, he resisted the urge to be his typical overly nice self. Calixta was too close for that. So he waited.
"What if these people aren't going to help us?" She left Miguel at that point. "What if these people are just luring in other survivors to kill and take their stuff?"
As he stroked Calixta's nose he considered the option. Es posible... Pero... Es posible que ellos están tratando a ayudar.
"What say you, amigo? You taggin along for awhile longer?"
Miguel looked at Luke. "Me? ... Eeh... Sí. If you don't mind my dear Calixta."
Luke shrugged. "I don't care."
Miguel shrugged. "Well, just watch yourself around her. She can be pretty.... Petty. And violent. Generally speaking, she's not a very nice horse."
"She hurt somebody before?"
"Si. Siete.... Er... Seven people."
Luke stared at the horse with a very vague look of alarm, but mostly just surprise and wariness. "Did ya know them?"
"Well, you could say that."
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Post by Zuhkov on May 2, 2012 20:46:43 GMT -7
Appearing from the roadside from a large cardboard box, Zuhkov walked towards these new strangers. "Very good fight no? Very impressive!" Zuhkov stumbled his way closer to these strange looking poeple. Noticing the intense looks they started to give him and an incoherant hollering, Zuhkov stopped, confused. "Ah! dont yell so loud comrade! please, please put down that light aswell." Suddenly, a strange looking ltan man approached and pointed a sword at Zuhkov and started yelling in a strange language."Comrades, i bring gifts, please, stop with this yelling, no?" Zuhkov pleaded producing a half drained botttle of vodka.
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Post by Miguel D'Cruz on May 3, 2012 12:53:31 GMT -7
They were just standing around, Miguel had just finished asking Luke about his horse when a supposedly harmless cardboard box moved. Miguel jumped and drew his sword. Ready to attack. A man staggered out. He didn't seem like he was a zombie.
"The hell?"
Luke pulled up his rifle, squinting at the man. "You think he's been bit?"
The man said something that was horribley slurred.
Miguel and Luke exchanged glances. Miguel pointed the sword at his throat. "Amigo, if you've been bit, you best tell us or I'll slit your throat and Luke here will shoot you for good measure."
The man said something else, still slurred, and with stilted English. But he was holding a bottle at him. Miguel looked at the lable. "Vodka..." Looking around there was a dead woman who was mostly likely a whore, judging by the clothes... Or, rather, lack thereof. Miguel turned to Luke with a helpless expression. This odd little man was so very strange.
"Maybe he's just really hung-over?"
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