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Post by Dmitry Kalinkov on Jan 15, 2013 15:47:10 GMT -8
reaching out, [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]Ever since Thyra came by, he was thinking about what to do to improve the place. He had recently discovered a radio tower that had collapsed near the outskirts of LA, and he had managed to jump start a truck, and it barely pulled the hunk of metal back to the colony. He had some fun scaring zombies senseless, and mowing them down at high speeds, but when he got back to the colony, he knew what had to be done.
He, and several other able bodied personnel had carried it to the top of one of the apartments, and held the tower up barely with a few seconds of welding left in one of the torches. He then used the radio in the truck that he got to run, and lugged that thing back to the tower. Once he got it to work, he needed a recording. One of the kids had an old jukebox, and once they took it apart and created a usable looping radio, powered by a small wind turbine, it began to broadcast weakly.
"Safety in numbers, look for the water tower, other survivors, food, shelter, and safety."
Dmitry figured that once he started broadcasting his location, people would come, and he had to prepare to become a leader. He was ready for it, but he was also afraid of looters and raiders. His colony had the firepower, but not enough. Once he felt that the radio tower could sustain itself, he began his rooftop patrol, his newly acquired Berret .50 Cal he salvaged from his visit to the US Miramar Military Base on his back. He had spray painted it a dull green and gray. Along with his new weapon, he had the ghillie suit on of course, The Swampman was nothing without it, and he also had a flashlight, for if it was to get dark soon. He continued his patrol, there was a shout out from another one of his neighbors on the roof, and Dmitry walked over, still on the roof, looking down to the figure below, "I see you heard our broadcast." he grinned, his voice deep and menacing "What are you intentions." he continued, himself keeping a careful eye on any movements the figure might take.
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music; Slide -- Project 46
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[style=font-family: fondamento; font-size: 20; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]for something to hold.
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Post by Delainie Carthage on Jan 15, 2013 18:06:34 GMT -8
Delainie was alone, and that was scarier than anything. Ironic, one day with a human contact, and she had forgotten she had survived three weeks alone. They had been separated after the attack at the mall. She would never rub it in his face, but she knew the mall was only secure until there was a way in. Human’s made errors… in and out they went and one time a door may have been let in. The infected were like the cold… you leave a window open and the carefully preserved heat is no more. Their own light was nearly extinguished and that would be the light of their lives. How funny. She had gone into the mall to get supplies to go into the forest. Now she was ran into the wilderness by city of infected. She wiped a bug off her arm. The air was warm, she had slung her sweatshirt over her shoulder a while ago, but slipped it back on, she hated bugs and scratching, and with all this infection and ex people eating people and oozing, she couldn’t afford to walk around with an open wound.
She slipped the sweater on and tied back her hair, revealing her grimy face and tired eyes. She blinked a few times, it was so dark in this forest. Honestly, she was lost, she had been running around calling out for Wes as long as she had a voice, which had gone pretty hoarse now. She had cried, and she had started swinging at things, She was reaching the end of the forest she had been walking through. Which she thought would never happen. It had to be a mirage… she was dehydrated that she could tell by how cracked her lips were, and how dry her mouth was. The thirst was unlike any she had ever known. Even when she was on the run in the city… there was bottled water. Why hadn’t she thought before they booked it? Why didn’t she for see herself getting lost and stranded in a forest alone as a potential problem? And why weren’t there any creeks around? She was thirsty enough to drink from a puddle! Yet there was none. She walked towards the edge, if it was real, then great. She would find some kind of town and find something to drink and then recover and find Wes. He had risked his life to save hers she owed him the same.
That was when she saw it, the sun had really set, it was not just the depth of the woods. She was feeling the pressure now, she was exposed, she was out in the open and in the dark. She was alone and she felt the tears well in her eyes once again. She blinked them away furiously. No, she reminded herself of how much more efficient she is when she is angry, she is weak when she’s sad, but when she is mad she can kill much more accurately. She wiped the tears with the back of her hand, and recalled how scared she was when Wes had been separated from her. She was not scared anymore, she was going to find him and possibly kill him for not returning her shouts! She was out of the woods and into a clearing, she kept walking, oblivious as to what was ahead of her. She was busy watching where her own feet were going, not concerned about the fences north east of her. She heard something faint off in the distance. Her head perked up and she looked out over there. Could it be? Maybe Wes was there. Or it could be a trap…. Not all who were immune were looking for friends…
She didn’t care, the chance of Wes being there was too great, and the fact that she would not have to run around in the dark was even better. She approached the fence and looked up to the roof where she could see figures manned the perimeter. She was taking a risk, but it was one she hoped not to regret. There was a man’s voice that boomed from up high. Delainie looked up at his form. ”I did,” she nodded, wondering if he could see her any better than she could see him. ”I was in the city, got ran out, and lost out here…” she started, realizing she they probably didn’t want to hear her whole life story, ”I’m just looking for some cover, from the night,”
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Post by Dmitry Kalinkov on Jan 16, 2013 14:32:56 GMT -8
reaching out, [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 grinned, hearing the first sqwack of the radio as it broad casted itself, but then it was silent, as the sounds went into the radio waves, anything with a radio, that worked, would hear it. All he had to do now was wait for them to come to him, whether it be the walkers, the runners, or just other survivors, he was ready. He looked around, walking around the rooftop perimeter, smiling to the thing he has created, he has created a civilization, a town, a hideaway.
A safehouse.
He could only grin at the thought, his ghillie suit ever hiding that smile of his, the only people who have seen it were the survivors he guarded, and Thyra. He didn't know where Thyra was, when he woke up, she was gone, so he didn't really dwell on it, she was a drifter, she'd be back. But that was in the past, focus Dim, focus. Once his partner on the roof yelled out, he walked over to the forest side of the colony. Either it was a group of walkers, or a survivor, because if it was a loner, the guy would have shot him already.
He walked over, seeing the lone figure, survivor.
He asked who she was, she responded, so that was a good sign. Shelter, why not. He understood that she had no time to talk, the night was a dangerous time for her, for anyone rather. He flicked on his flashlight, examining her quickly, she wasn't touched, just grimy and tired, nothing a bed and a quick gravity shower couldn't fix.
He shifted the flashlight to the nearby door in the complex "Come on in, I'll have you checked out and in a room before you know it." He said, walking to where he was standing above the entrance, and the he found a staircase, and ended up on the ground floor, the apartment lights flickering softly, and himself holding his Berret .50, and in a Ghillie suit, he then walked forward, opening the door and motioning her to come in.
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music; Airwaves -- Noisestorm
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[style=font-family: fondamento; font-size: 20; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]for something to hold.
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Post by Delainie Carthage on Jan 16, 2013 21:13:05 GMT -8
Delainie blinked as the flashlight beamed on her, she understood the precautions, seeing a bright light like that while wondering around in a dark forest, it was blinding to say the least. When he told her she could enter, she was of mixed emotions. She was about to find a safe place to sleep! But how safe was it… concerned, but relieved. It was strange to feel such polar opposites. She walked to where the man who seemed to be in charge had pointed her to go.
She looked behind her, she searched for two things, any attackers, and Wes. Shit,{/i] she sighed as she continued forward to the safe haven she had stumbled upon, what are the odds. If Wes survived until the morning she may be able to find him, if not- her accepting this offer may have been her saying good bye. She dug her hands in the pocket of the hoodie she wore. They were scraped up a bit, from the few tumbles she had taken while still making the mistake of looking back while being chased. She would learn some day.
When he had reached ground level she had realized that she really hadn’t seen him up there, he was covered in some kind of suit… or costume, unlike anything she had ever seen before. She was taken aback at first, but then refocused herself and walked forward through the gates that seemed to promise safety. ”Thank you,” she spoke looking back to him as she turned, now in the complex. She looked around, but couldn’t see too well. She was one of those drivers that really had no business driving while it’s dark, they would have taken away her license if they ever thought to retest her eyes any time after she was 16. She nodded and waited for him to lead her to where the destination was. She would never imagine coming into a confined space and not be examined for an infection. She hoped to God she wasn’t infected…. She hadn’t been bitten, or had any form of contact with the monsters aside from killing them- and that was from a distance.
She had wanted to discus it with someone, but Wes and her didn’t have the time before they were ran out, and she didn’t feel right by asking these guys she’s just met if they think its possible they’re all infected. She just hoped they weren’t going to draw blood. She really didn’t want to find out if her theory was correct or not. Not now, and not with all the guns around her. ”I’m Delainie Carthage,” she said with a polite nod, she took another look around, catching glimpses of the other shadows on the roof. ”Are you the leader here?” it was a bit of a naive question, but she was in that awe state as she looked around and started to realize this was a community.
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Post by Dmitry Kalinkov on Jan 27, 2013 8:20:18 GMT -8
reaching out, [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]The women reacted with a almost funny reaction to the light. Considered she looked like she came from the forest, running from something probably, he wouldn't really question her much. The residents here didn't really question why he came, and stayed, so he would continue the tradition. This was a hide out, a safe haven, not an intervention of fate and reason.
She looked behind her, which multiplied him to get down to the floor faster, and when he did, she looked at him puzzlingly, he had his suit on of course, that's why. He smiled under the suit, leading her in, into the dimly lit area of the construct which he would watch for any signs of infection. "No problem." A man came in, walked past, giving Dmitry a small hello, and looked at the new arrival, but didn't say a word.
Dmitry listened to the women as she began, and he motioned for a guard to bring the resident medic. He looked back to her and nodded "Welcome to the Tower, Delanie." he said with a small scent of sarcasm. He nodded slowly, wondering why should would be asking him right off the bat. "Yes, Why?" He could only observe her, as the man came with a box with a red cross on it. That reminded him, he needed to visit the hospital for a supply run later. Once the box opened, he began the same drill that he did with most when they arrived at night, or alone. "Im going to have to ask you a series of general based questions, please understand this is to examine your thought process, to make sure you aren't covering your bites, if you have any."
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[style=font-family: fondamento; font-size: 20; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]for something to hold.
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