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Post by Lieutenant General John Frost on Nov 29, 2012 11:11:38 GMT -8
John walked around the large marine corps air station. It had been evacuated before the dead started rising, and he returned that day to get supplies and all other things he might ened to survive. Now, a few weeks later he returned and somewhat fortified it. The chain fence was now under high voltage which would stop any human climbing over, thus forcing them to come trough the main gate where he had an APC and plenty of ammo. Just in case the people coming were hostile.
Then he walked in the commander's office. This was previously held by general Bradley Sowerink. He figured that, since he was the only one here he could take the star. He promoted himself to the rank of general, and commander of MCAS Miramar. He would have to find survivors now though.
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Post by Freya Collins on Dec 1, 2012 11:36:00 GMT -8
So the world didn’t end with a bang, but with a whimper. She couldn’t believe it had been only weeks since everything had gone down, one thing she couldn’t get out of her head though was those kids. She had promised to protect them with her life and instead she had to kill them. Survival of the fittest it seemed was never going to end. You either survived or died, and right now Freya was not going to lay down and die. No, there were people that weren’t being infected by the airborne virus which meant there was a cure, and she was sticking around until such day that it came around.
Light blue hues searched the area in front of her. She had come such a long way and yet it wasn’t far enough. There were still the infected on the street, and in homes, and buildings, no where was safe, but she had found survivors, which meant somewhere needed to be made safe, it had to be made safe, because otherwise none of them were going to survive and they were just going to become another memory on a deadly war.
Finally her boot clad feet came to a stop in front of the base, she was damn well looking for somewhere safe and what better place than the MCAS Miramar, she had tried several other bases, and most were filled with infected, their buildings all but destroyed. It would have taken more energy, and time she didn’t have, and she was only one person, the MCAS Miramar though from the outside seemed pretty stable, which was a good thing, if it was filled with infected she could deal with that. Her gaze wandered over the chain linked fence before locating the main entrance, letting out a deep breath she stepped up to it, pressing onto it and pushing it open.
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Post by Sgt. Aramil Cassidy on Dec 2, 2012 19:24:14 GMT -8
His breathing was heavy and his mind was racing with calculations on windspeed, drop ratio, distance as he looked through the scope of his Scout. In his sights was the soldier walking around the base. It seemed he wasn't a infected human like he first thought and continued to watch him from a building outside the fence line. He was three floors up in the building looking out the window.
Then a woman walked up to the main gate were the APC of the soldier that just went inside left behind. He pushed it open and walked inside probably looking for the same thing he was. A safe haven that they could build up and start life over. Seemed the place was built just for that so Aramil decided he would join the pary. He lifted up his sniper from the window and put the bipod down on the rifle. He slung it over his shoulder and drew his pistol of his right thigh and headed down to the main floor.
Upon reaching that main floor he walked to the main gate and called out to the girl that was entering the compound. "Hey!, Good to see another survivor. We should stick together no telling what is in this place. I saw a soldier go into the office. I think he was stationed here we should probably go talk to him." Aramil told her. He had his pistol in both hands ready to draw quickly in case of the event the woman was hostile.
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Post by Lieutenant General John Frost on Dec 3, 2012 11:43:15 GMT -8
After pinning the 3 stars that signified the rank of Lieutenant General on his shoulders, he slowly walked back to the main gate. He remembered how often he had to walk these corridors. He often received NJP from the commander. And then he realized he was the only officer left here, which automatically gave him charge of the base, since the US Military wasn't coming in anytime soon.
Then he heard something at the gate. He unbuttoned his holster, and grabbed the M4 standing at the stairs. He ran downstairs and when he saw the two people standing outside the building, he raised the rifle.
"Who are you, and what are your intentions? This base is property of the United States Marine Corps, attacking it, or anything of the sort is punishable by several years in prison. Think before you do anything."
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Post by Freya Collins on Dec 4, 2012 5:15:49 GMT -8
She stared up at the base in front of her. She was about to possibly walk into the biggest shit she could think of. If there were things in there she was going to be in a world of hurt. Blue eyes danced up at the structure. It seemed intact and there were no infected around the perimeter which was always a good sign. A crunch of footsteps alerted her to the presence of someone behind her and she spun quickly, her blade already drawn and ready for action. Blue hues travelled down his form, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Not infected, human. “Someone’s already inside?” She questioned with a raise of her brow, if that was the case the place was surely clean, she hadn’t heard any noise to let them know the placed was filled with infected.
Another voice draw the party and she looked around her brow raising ever so slightly. Despite the situation and the fact they both had a rifle pointed at them, she couldn’t help but laugh “Case you haven’t noticed world’s gone to shit, I doubt anyone is gonna be throwing us inside any time soon” Fingers retightened around her blade, gaze locked on the male in front of her. Right now he was the one that was the danger, the male behind her, not so much. Letting out a deep breath she shook her head ever so slightly.
“Don’t know about him, but im looking for somewhere safe, theres more than us out there alive. Place like this, if its secure. Perfect place for that” She stated gently, she didn’t like being out in the open for so long, and honestly if he wasn’t letting her inside she wouldn’t be afraid to try and take him out of the equation if she had to. “Im Freya, now are we gonna stand around or?” Her brow rose ever so slightly.
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Post by Sgt. Aramil Cassidy on Dec 9, 2012 17:17:21 GMT -8
As the Marine came out Aramil thanked the lord that their was other survivors here. He lowered his pistol and listened to the girl who was half pleading with the soldier to let her in to the safe haven that was this base. Aramil shook his head and thought to himself, No I just like standing around pointing my gun at survivors.
"I think its safe to say we are all here for the same thing." Aramil said to them both.
He holstered his pistol and half raised his hands. Showing the marine he meant no harm to either of them. "My name is Aramil Cassidy, I was with the Portland Police SWAT team before the outbreak hit. I was a soldier like you before that. Army, 122nd division Marksman." Aramil stated to him. Hopefully with his military background the marine would trust him a little more and let them both into the compound. It was nice to finally have found a place that he didn't have to keep running to get away from all the undead walking around. Where a group of people could start over and make a better life for people. It almost sounded to good to be true...
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Post by Dmitry Kalinkov on Jan 14, 2013 12:11:22 GMT -8
upon a hill, [STYLE=float:left; width:379px; background-color:#F4F4F4; opacity:1; filter:alpha(opacity=70); height:250px; overflow:auto; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#7A7A7A; text-align:justify; padding: 8px]Dmitry was curious, he had discovered this almost ghost town of a military base, once seeming to be buzzing with activity, and it was now reduced to a mere dead zone, but there were still signs of life around, he could saw a working APC, and at the front gate, it seemed to be three individuals. He zoomed in, two men, one standing on one side of the base, and one on the other, inside a fortified building. There was also a woman, but she was standing outside as. The man inside the gate seemed well armed, but he couldn't see the rifle he was holding. The man outside made him put a grin on his face, a fellow sniper, how touching. His special forces training told him that he could probably kill the two outside before they even knew what hit them, but he decided to let them live, probably the heat on him was giving him sympathy.
Dmitry was posted on a hill, about a mile away, and if they decided to look his direction, the only thing that would give his position away, was either a pot shot, or the glare a sniper scope would make if the sniper tilted the rifle. He had covered himself in sand earlier, so his ghillie suit was blended in, and he used rags to cover up the profile of his rifle, and it too was covered in sand. He had been here for some time, he was looking for a gun depot, he wanted to get his hands on his favorite military grade rifle, a .50 berret semi auto sniper rifle. That thing had the roar of a lion, and the bite of a bear, it could rip anything living in two, with the exception of large animals. But he remembered one thing from training, the longer you keep the scope on a human, they will actually get the feeling someone is watching, and he was watching all three of them. He decided to stay put for now, wanting to make sure the gun inside wasn't some thug that would kill the two and take their weapons and ammo,
yes, Dmitry was paranoid like that, which was smart, it was anarchy out here, anything goes.
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