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Post by DM on Sept 9, 2016 22:07:08 GMT
Hearing the ruckus Dadi leaps to the window, smashing through it shoulder first (3 points of vitality damage). Not looking to check to see if there is anything to grab you lower yourself out the broken window, hands being cut by the remains of the window (4 points of vitality damage). Gripping on to the edge of the window you see some 10ft over to the left a drainpipe, you here the voices of the old man and the thugs before another gunshot as you begin swinging to leap across to the drainpipe easily clearing the distance. You reach out to grab the drainpipe, the sweat from all the recent physical activity causes you to momentarily lose you grip as you fall 20ft before managing to catch yourself (6 points of vitality damage) and are able to clamber down to the street with relative ease.
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Post by Zack on Sept 9, 2016 22:27:47 GMT
Zack rolls down the shutter, pops the can and begins shovelling sardines down his neck, pausing after a few gob fulls.
He pulls out his phone, slowly, holding it up.
"Phone. Selfie?"
He activates camera mode.
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Post by Wakuda on Sept 9, 2016 22:41:12 GMT
Not knowing entirely what the words meant, but getting the general gist Wakuda nods and offers a thumbs up and the largest grin he can muster for Zack.
After Zack has taken the picture Wakuda offers a genuine smile before returning to his jerky. Once he finishes his jerky he takes a fresh bottle of water from his pack, leaning his head back to pour the water through the mouth hole, offering a clear yet somewhat grotesque view of his mask's leather straps, half buried in his scalp.
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Post by Zack on Sept 9, 2016 23:34:48 GMT
He takes the photograph including himself, grinning and thumbs up in sync with his new... acquaintance.
When he has finished his sardines he eyes up Wakuda's mask and strapping and shakes his head to himself, when Wakuda is done drinking he gestures to a second garage, priorly noted to be vacant. in his original reconnoitre.
"Wakuda. Can. Stay. Home?" He smiles, moving back to his own shutter and reopening it, sitting on the motorcycle within. "Is. Safe. For. Now."
Zack then throws the can into a small pile of refuse growing in the corner of his own garage, seated on the motorcycle like a porch monkey.
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Post by Wakuda on Sept 10, 2016 0:12:55 GMT
Wakuda continues to smile after hearing he can stay. "Thank. You." he growls slowly, struggling with the first word as he stands and makes his way to his assigned room. He makes sure to retrieve his weapon and take his rubbish from the ground.
He opens the garage trying to avoid damaging the door in any way and has a look inside, assessing his new home.
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Post by DM on Sept 10, 2016 13:26:27 GMT
Wakuda - Opening the garage you find an open space, identical in size to Zacks and completely empty.
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Post by Wakuda on Sept 10, 2016 13:55:30 GMT
Wakuda nods in approval of his new space and places his rubbish in a small pile near the door.
Once inside, he begins emptying the contents of his pack, slowly and carefully into nealy arranged piles of food, water and medical supplies. Once finished he takes a seat by the door, on the ground, wishing he knew the words he needed to converse with Zack.
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Post by Bodvarsson on Sept 10, 2016 16:24:54 GMT
Vitality: 23/36
Wounds: 14
DR – 2
“Tarrah!” He yells jovially and winks as he flies shoulder first out of the window. Once on the street he quickly moves out of sight of the building and begins humming over the horrific screams of the elderly couple. “DAAAA di DUUUUM, Dada DAAA de DUM!”. He heads towards the supermarket keeping a sharp look out for any other thugs and moving as sneakily as he can and running, climbing, or hiding (whichever is more reasonable) immediately if he sees anyone suspicious.
(Bls 30, listen +1, spot -1, hide +6, Climb +7, move silently +5)
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Post by DM on Sept 11, 2016 2:40:46 GMT
Dadi - Once on the streets you glance up at the window to see the man with the gun aiming down at you, as you sprint off in the direction of the supermarket you hear a third gunshot and a crack as the bullet hits the floor where you just were.
Making your way through the streets you see more tall buildings in the same state of destruction as previous though the further you travel from the city centre the more intact they appear.
You travel for 3 hours, now early afternoon, undisturbed though a few times you swear you heard movement or the sounds of vandalism. Eventually you find yourself in front of a huge multistorey supermarket. It's carpark half full, empty, broken and abandoned trolleys litter the car park. As you make your way through the car park toward the entrance you notice that the front doors are smashed and hanging from there hinges.
Zack & Wakuda - The pair of you hear sounds of a nearby car and gunshots from the road, coming from the direction that Wakuda came.
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Post by Zack on Sept 11, 2016 2:45:45 GMT
Zack sits contentedly for a while. Lounging on his motorcycle, rifle on his lap.
As Wakuda sits Zack nods to him.
"Brave new world." He looks out over the ruined city. "Wakuda. I..." As he hears the shots and vehicle.
"Wakuda, shutters!" He hisses as he hops to his feet and lowers the shutters on his garage down, gesturing to Wakuda in a hope that he will do the same. He lowers his to just off the ground, lays prone to peer under and holds Cooper close, ready to stuff the barrel under and start shooting if need be.
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Post by Wakuda on Sept 11, 2016 19:03:43 GMT
Seeing Zack's reaction to the sounds, and the gestures he makes, Wakuda lowers the shutters on his garage completely. He stands in the darkness with one hand on the shutter and the other on his morning star, waiting patiently.
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Post by DM on Sept 12, 2016 8:44:26 GMT
Zack & Wakuda - The pair of you pull down the shutters to your garage. Zack goes prone and looks out underneath the shutter through 'Coopers' scope.
The gunshots and car noises grow steadily lounder until you eventually see a large open-back truck race past, 2 men crouched on the back are shooting from the back aimed further down the road. You continue watching as the truck passes completely followed seconds later by a hoard of dog-like beings with 2 tentacles growing from thier back. The dog creatures appear very fast and seem to be slowly catching the truck as they growl and bark giving chase.
A minute passes and the sounds of gunshots and the truck grow quieter and stop to be replaced by screams, barks and growls.
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Post by Zack on Sept 12, 2016 11:24:37 GMT
As the car stops and the screams begin, a minute at speed down the road, Zack opens his shutter.
"Wakuda! Not. Safe."
I begin to wheel out my motorcycle into our forecourt, awaiting Wakuda's reemergence.
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Post by Wakuda on Sept 12, 2016 11:52:56 GMT
Upon hearing Zacks shutter open and Zack calling his name Wakuda opens his shutter again, hand still on his morning star, not sure what to expect. Seeing Zack wheeling out his bike Wakuda steps into the forecourt and begins looking around, unsure what has his companion so shaken.
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Post by Zack on Sept 12, 2016 12:03:27 GMT
Zack eyes his companion and slows his thoughts for ease of communication:
"Horde. Of. Dogs. Fast. As. Truck.
Dogs. Run. Down. Truck.
Up. Road. People. Dead.
Dogs. Eat. Them."
He pauses a moment, repeating if necessary before:
"Zack. Want. Safe. Place.
Zack. Go. Police. Station.
Wakuda. Come. With. Zack?"
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