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Post by Michael Tucker on Jan 17, 2013 6:24:33 GMT -8
Yet again it was going to be his same routine. Michael Tucker was neither saint nor savior, but there was one thing for certain; when he shot zombies, he had the time of his life! Then again, there was also nothing to do.
Michael did his usual routine, thankfully the mall had been put under mandatory evacuation except for a few stragglers here and there which Michael had made sure were taken care of before he went out to the Security room's bathroom, complete with lockers and a shower. Doing his usual morning routine of brushing his teeth, taking a shower, and checking his supplies in case he had to go to a shop later on, in which he would check security feed first. All clear, he was going to have another good day at the Food Court for lunch!
The mall for the most part was all his and he grabbed his M24 Sniper Rifle as he took the Security Elevator to the roof, complete with a loud sound system that would lure some Zombies over to the area for his target practice. And he looked down to his IPod, which was charged overnight and plugged it in, Safety Dance began to play loudly and proudly. Unfortunately, as he munched on something from a vending machine for his small breakfast, there was little to no Zombies.
Finally some began to walk over, slowly but surely to the source of the noise. Michael smiled and quickly looked into his scope and held his breath before firing a single bullet and hitting one square in the head for his first shot "This is gonna be a good day!" he exclaimed before looking into his scope again and firing another round, and another, and another.
Looking down to his watch he saw that his fun time was over and that he needed to do his radio call from the Security office. With this, he finished off the last few Zombies, turned off his IPod, and walked back into the office...
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Post by Jessie Rolland on Feb 7, 2013 21:24:01 GMT -8
Girls like Jess survived… she figured there weren’t many girls like her, because there weren’t any people! No one around. None. She had been searching for another living person since the second week of this. At first she was alone, happily! Now… she was dying. She conversed with herself constantly. She strode across the street. always look both ways a lesson everyone claimed their parents taught them but she had no recollection of this. People just knew that was the right thing to do… idiots. People who got hit crossing a street, here, in this city, shouldn’t be allowed out of a padded room. She was in no mood to cross another dead person, too often did they look like they were alive. She couldn’t stand being tricked into thinking she had finally found someone.
She strode away from a walking corpse. SHe would split it’s head open if it came at her. ”Don’t do it…” she mumbled to herself, ”I just got the blood out from under my nails, and I am in no mood.” in fact she was starving. She was getting grimy all over again, and all around just not the joy she could be. She looked to the mall, and proceeded to enter. It could be the death of her. But alas, she would find some soap, and pray for running water and get her hands back to being as clean as she liked them to be. The zombie did not chase her, he merely turned and began to slowly come to her, a slow one, not worth the time or energy. She slipped through a sliding door and emerged. Music filled the air, a familiar song that made her crinkle her nose, she tiptoed along the atrium to head in the direction- cautiously though, she didn’t want to expose her position quite yet, no matter how excited she was that this might be another living person.
Then the music stopped, she did too. Living person- or dead battery… or possibly next song on the playlist? Ha. No, someone was done, someone was leaving. No. She picked up her pace. She pulled out the M9 tucked in her waist band and called out, ”Any one home?” She kept close to the edges of shops, not too out in the open, she wondered if anyone heard her. She began to doubt it when there was not an immediate response, but that didn’t mean someone was not being as cautious as she was… |
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Post by Michael Tucker on Feb 8, 2013 14:42:32 GMT -8
Michael munched on his breakfast a little more, and as usual his routine after his daily Zombie massacre was to check the Security Feed once again. Out of the ordinary was a sliding door cracked open, that would be a security risk. Checking other feeds he saw a girl, from the front she looked familiar, and as he zoomed the camera in he recognized the face and smiled a bit.
Looking for the intercom was now his first priority now, he had to talk to her. Finding it he clicked on the button before clearing his throat. "Jess, do me a favor and close the door when you come inside, the last thing I want is the undead horde coming into the damn mall....I already had to clear out this place once" the familiar voice rang "Once you do, go ahead and go get yourself a change of clothes and head for the bathroom, clean up and change...I'll meet you at the food court" he once again said excitedly "Never thought I'd see you again!" he laughed a little, his tone a little happier before he grabbed the two pistols that were supplied to him just in case a straggler or something walked in.
Michael was ecstatic! The first survivor he's seen since the military and it just so happened to be a close friend of his, and in truth, he still cared for her. Pushing the barricades away from the door he opened it lightly and made his way to the food court, whistling a tune on the way there and letting soft music play through the Mall to make the trip more relaxing. "Come one come all to Penn Square Mall!" he called jokingly "Provided you're not infected of course, then I'd have to kill you!" he laughed as if he was Mozart, and finally took a seat in the Food Court, how nice it was to have some company....
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Post by Jessie Rolland on Feb 12, 2013 20:49:57 GMT -8
Jessie never thought she would hear that voice again... and when it cracked overhead with the tuning in of an intercom she froze and her eyes widened. Was this some kind of twisted fun house she had just walked into? One that was going to drive her insane- ha and she thought the only physiological, and psychological harm that would come to her today were any encounters with the infected. Not a ghost from her past....
Never thought I'd see you again! This wasn't a hallucination... that was him.. that was Mike... "The feelings mutual," she muttered as she looked up and around for the little black globes designed to catch shoplifters. She turned and doubled back to the door she had left cracked, she slid the door pieces of the puzzle back together and turned back around, "Happy now?" she questioned as she walked back to where she was heading. She passed a few shops, Bath and Body Works, Abercrombie, Aldo... all stores that were her old favorites... so why were they smelling so stale and unattractive. She figured it was just the world they lived in now... the old favorites were dying hard, only a little while until moths started to move in and those cloth protectors weren't changed before deteriorating. She slipped into the shadows of Abercrombie.
A favorite since she moved to Oklahoma, wasn't that popular back into the North West, which surprised her considering how much closer that was to California. The eerie silence left her uneasy. She sort of hoped Michael would come back on the intercom and assure her once more that it really was clear... they hadn't left off on that bad of terms... she didn't think he wanted her dead... that much?
She picked out some fresh clothes, and modestly scowled up ahead at the cameras before stepping into the fitting rooms to change. She left her grimy clothes on the floor there, no attendant was coming to pick up after her today. She wondered how the cameras were still running, how the intercom and radios were still running. Then she figured a big place like this probably stocked up on back up generators.
Jess made her way to the food court, she stuck her hands in her pockets as she crossed the tiled floor. Not much neater than the school's cafeteria. She saw him there, sitting at the table, looking to her with a grin on his face. "I'm not infected," she called out as she walked over to sit across from him. Her eyes searched his face... strange to soak in something so familiar. "Mike..." she started but struggled to find the next words, "I can't believe its you," she rested her chin in her hand and her elbow on the table. What a great start to the morning. "How the hell are you still alive?" she laughed, hoping his answer would give her some insight to the reasons why she was still breathing.
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Post by Michael Tucker on Mar 4, 2013 19:27:23 GMT -8
That question pondered and slammed in Michael's mind, how was he still alive? Jessie was always one for quick questions and was always usually to the point with him. But needless to say, he felt like he had something he might be able to tell her. "Well I guess I can say I survived because of The Walking Dead....thank you AMC" he joked before shaking his head and thinking. "In reality, I met with the 45th Infantry and they hooked me up and trained me a little bit, I'm able to pick off the undead with a sniper rifle now" he smiled, looking into her eyes, she was back and that was all he cared about at the moment.
"What about you?" he asked "Surely Miss Rolland has some stories to tell of her own?" Michael laughed again, trying to ease up the mood not only for her, but for himself as well. A lot of shit had happened to both of them it seemed. He had to kill his father, the only person he really had left and had to mature a lot in order to survive himself. No longer was he just some guy fooling around at school and making an ass out of himself for the amusement of others, it was just him and her now. But even he wondered how long it would last. Would he just be another part in her journey to survive? Or would she stick around?
Although, not all was bad, he had the mall to himself. And a lot of spare time to kill since the undead were usually not around the area due to the mandatory quarantine and closure of Penn Square back a few weeks before, luckily for him all the food was fresh, and there was plenty of it. He could survive for months at a time!
Unwrapping his McGriddle that he made himself from McDonald's while he waited for her he ate a little bit while waiting for her to tell her story. It was bound to be good....
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