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Post by Marcus Prasad on Dec 5, 2012 19:34:04 GMT -8
Marcus responded to her quip about dark alleys with an innocent shrug before tilting his head with curiosity at Unfettereds official name and title. He could have SWORN he had heard that name before. Unfortunatly now was NOT the time to get distracted. Giving Del a aknowledging nod of his head, he looked past her at the boy who was the sole reason they were here in the first place.
The boy who was....currently holding his hand out?
Was he scared? Was he trying to ward Marcus off?
Did he want a High five?
'Oh my GOD he wants a high five!'
Marcus thought increadulously as he brought a large paw up and obliged the lad as gently as he could considering Marcus easily had the capability to shatter every bone in the lads arm if he wasn't careful.
Introductions can be done later. Right now they needed to get the hell out of there!
With a finger to his lips, Marcus made a 'follow me' gesture with his head down the avenue. Moving with almost predatory caution, he began traversing the broken up sidewalk, trying very hard not to notice the half demolished suburban houses or the bodies hung upon the tree's. Probably more poor souls who had tried to resist Barker and failed.
'WE wont though.'
Marcus thought grimly as they continued unaccosted towards Summerset Park, which was really just a patch of grass a block wide with a few trees, a utility building and a parking lot.
A parking lot that had a few cars still there!
Giving the signal to halt, Marcus gestured to Delilah and pointed out the Parking lot populated by a few half wrecked cars and mabey one or two good ones. At the very least there was noone in sight.
"Take your pick. We'll cover you."
Marcus knew for a fact that Delilah knew her ways around Cars like Marcus knew his way around Parkour. If there was anyone in Long Beach who could hot wire a junker under pressure, it was Delilah Black.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Dec 7, 2012 10:24:06 GMT -8
That high-five actually... hurt a bit. Oh well. A slapped hand is a hand slapped.
They ran through more alleyways and streets, and Lucien couldn't help but notice all the.. death. There was so much destruction around him, he wondered if this could be all the work of one man?
And, everyone here had a family...
He shook those thoughts from his mind as they came upon an old parking lot, with a few cars in it. Most were completely demolished, though..
"Take your pick. We'll cover you."
As the big guy said this to the girl, Lucien thought about how he couldn't keep inventing adjectives in place of people's names. It screwed up his whole file system. Was 'Large Man' under L, or 'Big Guy' under B? It was getting messy in there..
There were two cars that Lucien could see that looked like they could still run for long distances. Heck, one of them was actually pretty cool looking. The other, well, it looked like a car that should have a bumper sticker that says 'My other car is an honour student.'
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Dec 10, 2012 0:12:33 GMT -8
Delilah watched with concerned bewilderment as Marcus high-fived Lucien. Marcus was very much like a dog that way; growling and threatening one moment, wagging his tail and licking your chest face the next. Nick and Talon would look 'round at each other, seeing the most epic of high fives taking place, and they would bro-fist in a most brotacular fashion.
She shook her head at them, Men.[/color]
Nodding quietly as Marcus gave the order to follow, Delilah gestured to her two team mates to walk alongside Lucien while she held up the rear. She stepped nimbly, foot falls completely silent as her eyes swiveled from side to side, all to aware of the remnants of Barker's rule around them. She seethed inwardly, forcing herself to look upon the dead, rotting corpses hanging in the trees, on balconies.
They had made the ultimate sacrifice, whether intentional or not. They deserved to have their faces (or what was left of them) burned into her memory. For someone who would never forget.
One day, Barker will answer for this.
Soon, they came out into a parking lot that had the skeletons of some old cars littering the crumbling asphalt. Her keen eyes spotted about three that might be viable --assuming so anyway, as they appeared to have all their tires-- She looked back at Marcus questioningly, eyebrow raised.[/size]
"Take your pick. We'll cover you."
Nodding and grinning widely (this was always her favourite part), she sheathed her tanto knife and looked around. A short distance away was one of the newer Mazda models, a CX-7 if her information on cars was still solid. Just to the left of that, though, was a Lincoln MKX still in good condition, all things considered. Her grin widened and she sauntered over to the luxury car, whispering "Helloooo Nurse," to herself as she walked. It had been a LONG time since she'd seen an actually decent, viable car. She could only hope that it ran.
Briskly, she walked around the car, trying the doors. Locked. Undaunted, she went back over to the drivers side window and flipped her knife in her palm so that the blade was against her arm. She pinched the butt of the knife between her forefinger and thumb and tapped it smartly against the window a few times. A network of spidery cracks quickly formed in the glass. With a satisfied nod, she pulled her arm back and thrust the handle of her knife at the window.
The center of the window collapsed with a loud shatter and a stuttering wail began to sound. The alarm! The battery was still working, and in excellent condition by the sound of it. Odd.
Sheathing her knife, Delilah slipped her hand through the hole in the window and popped the lock before slipping quickly inside the car. There would be a few seconds worth of fiddling and cracking of plastic as she pried open the panel beneath the steering wheel before the alarm stopped. The mechanic in her lamented at the lack of finesse she was using to get this job done, but she needed to be fast, and fast usually wasn't pretty. She fiddled a couple moments more as she hot-wired the car and pulled a zip tie out of her pocket. She slid it into the ignition and tried to turn it. It didn't budge. With a sigh, she ripped the twist-tie free which would destroy the pins, and slipped it back in. With the pins rendered ineffective, the car accepted the blank 'key'. But only after a couple of tries did it turn over. Curious, but she would take what she could get.
Checking the vitals, Delilah saw that everything was in surprisingly good order; oil levels were a little on the low side, but better than she could have hoped for. Gas was...full (which was very weird, engine was purring like a kitten...it made her think that the car had been run recently, which might also explain it's near pristine condition.
Slightly paranoid, Delilah would check the back seats and the trunk thoroughly for any tag-along's that might try to surprise them. If there weren't any she would wave for Marcus, Nigel, Lucien and Talon to hop in. If she was right and this was someone's ride then it was best they got the fuck outta here now.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Dec 11, 2012 20:58:36 GMT -8
The following few minutes it would take for Delilah to jimmy the car door open and hotwire it was the most tense few minutes he had experianced in a while. Every single noise made him twitch in alarm as his mind imagined all sorts of evil nasty's lurking in every dark corner of the park.
Seriously, this place was giving him the creeps!
"Anyone else smell blood?"
Marcus would whisper, asking noone in particular as the Iron tang tickled his nose and lit his synapses up like a christmas tree, making him sneeze and shake his head violently.
Speaking of creeps, Once inside Delilah would find a corpse in the back seat after a cursory examination. The Corpse belonged to a young man who seemed to be torn apart with blunt fingers instead of claws, what was left of the partialy chewed off face was stuck in a rictus of terror. The entire back end was caked in gore which would have been pretty easy to miss from the outside considering the darkness and such.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Dec 11, 2012 23:56:47 GMT -8
Lucien would stay with the group while the girl broke into the cool-looking SUV. Now that they weren't running, there were quite a bit of creepy sounds going on in the area around them. Distant gunfire, screams.. This was definitely not a place to be loitering much longer.
"Anyone else smell blood?"
Lucien did, and had for a while, but somehow the large man saying it just made it more apparent. And, even then, in the deserted area, the blood smelled... Fresh. With that, Lucien was officially creeped.
"I... I'm going to go see if she needs any help..." Lucien said hesitantly. Before moving, he would look around the area, to make sure no one was around to see him. As he crossed over to the SUV's passenger side, the engine roared to life, and he jumped.
But then, as he examined the vehicle, now with the dim interior lights coming from the dash of the car, he noticed something.
What is that? Oh. Blood. OH! LOTS OF BLOOD!
He would wave to the group to cross over, mostly for security, but also partly because he wanted the fuck out of here. Opening the back-passenger side door of the Lincoln, he would fervently whisper to the girl, saying "We've gotta go!"
He would jump into the SUV's backseat, assuming that the kidnappee didn't get shotgun privilege, and see the dead body slumped in the chair beside him.
What came next was about three seconds of horrified staring, one second of bringing his hand up to stifle the sure-to-come scream, and about thirty seconds of stifled screaming.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Dec 12, 2012 2:05:56 GMT -8
"Anyone else smell blood?"
Talon and Nick hadn't, but now that Marcus had mentioned it....there was a distinctly coppery tang to the night time air. The large Irishman and the skinhead looked at each other in alarm. Scowling, Nick pulled the weighted baseball bat from his hip and Talon cracked his knuckles.
"I... I'm going to go see if she needs any help..."
"Right behind ya, kid," Nick muttered darkly, holding the bat aloft as his eyes moved over the darkness. talon would hang back with Marcus.
MEANWHILE...
Delilah let out a low hiss at the sight of the mutilated body in the back, taking categorical note of the fatal wounds. No insight as to what caused them, but all the mechanic knew was this man had died a horrible, horrible death. She hadn't noticed before, but the cloying scent of blood and death was overwhelming. How could she not have noticed?
There was no time for reflection. It was best not to face the same fate as this poor sap.
She turned to call out the driver side window to the others only to be faced with Lucien and Nick, who were waving to the others now.
"We've gotta go!"
Delilah's eyes widened as Lucien tore open the door slipping inside, hissing "nowaitdon't---!!"
--Too late. She saw the skinny man's eyes widen at the sight of the dead body beside him. Nick poked his head in to shuffle the lad along when he caught sight of the body, jumping back in shock, "Holy shit!!!" A moment later, Lucien started screaming silently.
And just like that, "Delilah The Leader" snapped into control. She slammed her hand against the dash and twisted in her seat. "GET THAT THING OUTTA HERE NOW." she snarled in a stage whisper.
Nick's horrified expression instantly solidified into a professional stone mask. He sprinted around the vehicle, ripped the door open and with a determined grimace, hauled the body out of the vehicle. He slipped into the blood-slicked seat and suppressed a shudder and moved into the far back. Talon squeezed in beside Lucien, ruddy face ashen and cringing as he sat down in the blood.
Lips pressed into a fine line, Delilah would gesture for Marcus to pick whether he wanted to drive or if he wanted to oversee navigation.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Dec 12, 2012 22:08:17 GMT -8
'Idon'tlikethisIdon'tlikethisIdon'tlikethisIdon'tlikethisIdon'tlikethisIdon'tlikethisIdon'tlikethisIdon'tlikethisIdon'tlikethisIdon'tlikethisIdon'tlikethisIdon'tlikethisIdon'tlikethisIdon'tlikethisIdon'tlikethis'
There was something inherently WRONG about this park. Something that made the hairs stand up on end and the smell of blood only made it worse for Marcus as he tried to pierce the dark gloom of the sparsely grouped tree's that surrounded them. The empty buildings and the decayijng playground seemed to hide shadows within shadows. Silently Marcus urged Delilah to HURRY THE HELL UP SO THEY CAN GET THE FUCK OUTA THERE!
Jeez!
Suddenly movement in the old playground made Marcus freeze. For a second he thought he saw a flash of pale, almost translucient flesh.
"Mouth......Please tell me I wasn't the only one who saw that....."
Marcus whispered to the large man as he discreetly pointed out the Playground as he saw another flash and what could EASILY be seen as a shadow move between the Tennis courts.
Hearing the car roar to life, Marcus tapped Talon on the shoulder and began to move towards the car.
'A Lincoln! God DAMN girl you know how to pick em!'
Just in time to see a shredded body go flying out of it. It made Marcus pause long enough to come to the firm fact that they needed to leave NOW before he spotted Delilah. She gave him his pick and he was tempted to just let her drive when a sudden piercing cry cut through the night like a hot knife through butter, making the flesh on Marcus' bones nearly jump clean off of him.
Whirling around, Marcus could see a crowd of mishapen bodies prowling and lurching thier way towards them. Whenever they caught the light, he could make out twisted and deformed limbs, elongated balding skulls and flesh that was so pale that it was spiderwebbed with angry red veins. Thier movements were erratic and yet at the same time purposeful. Stalking like predators.
Nearly ripping the driverside door off of it's hinges, Marcus leapt inside and slammed the door.
"Lady, Gentlemen, I suggest putting on your seatbelts for this."
He said in a voice tight with stress.
"Because I aint stopping for SHIT!"
And with that, the man put his foot to the floor. Just as one of the bizzare humanoid creatures leapt up onto the roof of the car.
More would cling to the side as Marcus sped off away from the Park and down the road, Swirving left and right as he tried to buck the bizzare creatures off.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Dec 12, 2012 22:33:49 GMT -8
{OOC: DID THIS JUST TURN INTO A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE?!?!?!?!?!?}
After the grotesquely mangled body was thrown from the car, and he now had two men beside him, he tried desperately to forgo the urge to demand one of them hold him, while he cried for someone maternal. No, instead he welled back the urges, and breathed deeply, trying to remain calm in this--
SLAM.
"Lady, Gentlemen, I suggest putting on your seatbelts for this. Because I aint stopping for SHIT!"
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRsplatSCREECH
And now there's something on the roof!!
Lucien scrambled for his seatbelt as he struggled to stay in place while the SUV bucked from side to side, as their panicky driver swerved to shake off the whatever it was from the roof. AND NOW ON THE SIDES?!
Lucien, with no more restraint, looked through the slightly tinted back windows into the face of a disfigured woman, bloody claw-like hands grasping on to the vehicle with all the energy she had. She was so desperate, as if some primal urge had come upon her, and she had no way to stop it... And suddenly it was obvious. Lucien would know better than anyone how they felt.
Shes... Hungry.
If Lucien had eaten anything in the past month, it would have been regurgitated at that moment. The swerving didn't help, save for indirectly as it was, indeed, GETTING THEM THE FUCK OUT OF THERE.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Dec 12, 2012 23:43:58 GMT -8
Delilah shifted across to the passenger side seat, taking point while Marcus whipped open the door.
SLAM.
"Lady, Gentlemen, I suggest putting on your seatbelts for this. Because I aint stopping for SHIT!"
Talon and Nick both strapped themselves in, eyes wide with the tension of the situation. Looking just as grim, Delilah would refrain from buckling her seat belt, an action that would be sure to earn her a stern reprimand from her local constable if this were an after school special.
Unfortunately (or, fortunately depending on your point of view), most after school specials did not involve a ravenous mob of partially human creatures trying to TEAR THEM LIMB FROM LIMB.
Forcing her breath to slow, Delilah shifted reflexively from side to side as Marcus swerved. The panic that was starting to well inside her had to be pushed down, she couldn't afford to freak out, not now. But the situation was so surreal...like something out of a movie or video game. It felt like a nightmare, like this wasn't real, like it wasn't happening--
Stop. It's happening. Deal with it.
And so she would.
As the dull banging of the bodies trying to get in resonated from above them, Delilah quickly opened the glove compartment and began rooting through it. It wasn't long before she withdrew a few thick-ish rubber bands and began twisting and tying them as fast as she could.
She needed a weapon, something that would keep the...monsters at bay without getting too close.
The lady-thing clawing a Lucien's window, banging against the glass would eventually smash the window, rasping as it reached it's clamouring hands inside to grab him.
Letting out a cry of alarm, Nick raised his weighted bat and slammed it down against the wrist of the She-thing, cracking the bone. it withdrew with a wail and disappeared all together as it fell.
The window beside Talon was suddenly broken as well, a large pair of clammy hands grasping for his neck and face with surprising strength, tangling in his beard. He cried out in pain and fear, trying to pry the unnaturally strong digits off of him. Nick was too far to reach without hitting Talon as well.
Delilah looked over her shoulder, fidgeting the rubber band contraption over her wrist. Her hands dove to the pockets of her tool kit, "holdonholdon..."
"TODAY WOULD BE NICE!!" he bellowed, thrashing in his seat.
Withdrawing a few rusted nails from her tool belt, the mechanic turned in her seat, twisting part of the rubber band around the head of the nail. She drew the bands back as far as they would go-- which was quite a ways, even with half the thing wrapped around her hand-- and released.
The nail found it's new home in the creatures eye socket and it fell back with a shriek, releasing Talon from it's grasp. He hauled himself in deeper into the car, pressed close against Lucien.
As she faced forward, the creature on the roof had slid down to the windshield where it banged valiantly against the glass, obscuring Marcus' vision and trying to get in. Delilah's hand instantly moved to the E-brake beside her; it wouldn't stop the car (these new fangled things were designed not to destroy the E-brake) unless something happened first.
"BRAKE!!" She shouted to Marcus. If he did, she would also pull the E-brake, locking the tires in place so they would come to a screeching halt.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Dec 13, 2012 20:11:09 GMT -8
"BRAKE!!"
"ARE YOU FUCKING HIGH?"
Marcus roared, forgetting himself as he slammed the accelerator to the floor, pinning the deformed mutant into the windshield, It's long purple tongue lolling like a dogs.
"I SAID I WASN'T STOPPING FOR SHIT!"
Pulling out a folded map from his jacket pocket and holding it out infront of himself, Marcus suddenly began to silently count down from ten while the SUV continued to barrel miraculously down the middle of the road.
"Sorry I raised my voice there, but there is NO WAY I'm going anywhere near the brake pedal!"
He explained, His brow slick with sweat as his concentration and sense of spacial awareness were being stretched to the max as he held a mental image of the area in his mind using the Map and whatever flashes of sight he could see from the windows to keep himself on course. It was much like trying to calculate pie to the thousandth place IN YOUR HEAD.
"Those things are gonna wake up half the fucking neighborhood if we don't get out of here NOW!"
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
Suddenly Marcus pulled into a sharp turn, pulling the entire vehicle into a stomach lurching drift as tires screeched. The Lincoln would then lurch with a shriek of tortured metal and shattered glass as the entire left side collided with a Barker troop truck that had been speeding up the road they had just turned onto, causing Marcus to let out a ragged groan of frustration as he fought the steering wheel for control, trying his damnest to maintain his speed. He was now covered by shattered glass and there were still two creatures clinging to the SUV, with another one having jumped onto the troop truck which had managed to keep up with the speeding Lincoln.
If he could just keep going and maintain this pace, they could blow through one of Barkers checkpoints and be home free in about 15 minutes.
'15 Minutes Marcus. You just have to hold on for 15 minutes!'
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Dec 14, 2012 0:24:59 GMT -8
Lucien was an accelerated bouncy-ball of panic in a glass cage of emotion. After both back windows were smashed, and the girl used that MacGuyver-esque nailgun to keep the things at bay, he overheard the screaming in the front.
"BRAKE!!"
"ARE YOU FUCKING HIGH? I SAID I WASN'T STOPPING FOR SHIT!"
Out of everything that was going on, Lucien had to stop and chuckle slightly. "You two argue like a married couple."
And then back to serious, for as soon as the words left his mouth, vertigo caught a hold of the van, and it slammed in to what looked like a military van. As broken glass flew everywhere, a piece of it slightly cut Lucien's cheek. It was a good thing he had his seatbelt on...
But wait. Weren't we trying to evade capture from those guys right beside us?
They were, in fact, speeding down a road while neck in neck with a van full of troops. Lucien ducked down, head between his legs, thinking that this was the safest of actions. Ever.
He let out a small shriek. "I don't mean to be a backseat driver..." He would say with a shaky voice, "But THIS ISN'T TOKYO DRIFT!!!"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Dec 15, 2012 0:12:40 GMT -8
"ARE YOU FUCKING HIGH? I SAID I WASN'T STOPPING FOR SHIT!" Delilah cringed as he pulled out a map from his pocket. Not because of the shouting (or the fact that he wasn't keeping his eyes on the road) but because of the...fear wasn't quite the right word, but unease lacked depth-- radiating from him. Not stopping was a good idea (not necessarily the best but hey, things were moving a little too quickly for plans), but driving around with a MONSTER on your windshield wasn't the best of ideas. "Sorry I raised my voice there, but there is NO WAY I'm going anywhere near the brake pedal!" "You two argue like a married couple."Delilah had just been waving away Marcus' apology when Lucien said that. Slowly, she turned around in her seat to fix him with the purest look of angry bewilderment she could muster.
Talon and Nick both would look sideways at Lucien, eyes slightly wide. "Dude, don't splash water on the angry cat." he hissed out of the corner of his mouth.
She scowled, opening her mouth for a rebuttal--
CRASSSSHHH
Instinctively, Delilah threw up her hands to shield herself from the rain of glass as their vehicle rocked from being side-swiped.
She looked to the left out the ruined driver's side window at the van full of Barker soldiers and felt red-hot anger bubble up in the pit of her stomach. That fierce righteousness of a Jaguar defending her cub. Not that the occupants of the now ruined Lincoln were by any means her children, but she was responsible from for them.
And as a First Crow, that meant doing everything in her power to protect her flock.
-krik-
The windshield started to crack inwards at the ruthless pounding it was receiving from the monster on top of it. Delilah slumped in her seat and pulled the lever to move the seat forward. Lifting her legs, she slammed her heels against the windshield just as it started to cave inwards, holding it in place. The creature managed to poke part of it's head into the vehicle, snapping and rasping at Marcus, unable to get closer as long as Delilah's legs were in place. Desperate, the creature pressed it's whole weight on the crack it had made, managing to snake a narrow bony arm through to grasp at Marcus (though the thing was ultimately too far away to actually do so).
She thought about using this brief moment to tell the others within about her plan, but there was no time. She just hoped Marcus would understand.
"rrrRRRRRAAAGH!!"
With a heave, Delilah shot her legs forward, kicking out the windshield and the creature along with it. The Lincoln would jostle as it ran over the glass and their assailant, leaving a sickening crack of bones and spatter of fluids in their wake.
She locked eyes with Marcus for a brief moment.
"Be right back."
The mechanic pulled herself up on the dash and climbed through the now windowless front of the car. Crouching, she quickly pulled herself up onto the roof, wind whipping her hair and stinging her eyes. She staggered, pinwheeling her arms before finding her balance and shifting with the car.
The creature plastered to the roof looked up and screeched at her, beginning to spider crawl towards it's new target. She dove for it and plunged her bowie knife into the top of the creatures' head piercing it's translucent inhuman face with a crack like an egg hitting the floor. As it entered it's death throes, the last of the creatures rolled off the Lincoln and into the darkness.
Beside them, the Barker van was attempting to speed up in order to cut the off and let the horde catch up. A smart plan, especially as the road they were driving through was about to narrow. Diving into the pocket of her tool belt, the mechanic pulled out more of those thick nails and threw them in front of the van in an effort to pop it's tires. In case this didn't quite pan out, she would also take two of her smoke pellets and chuck them against the windshield of the Barker van, obscuring their vision in a cloud of white. Her task complete, Delilah dropped off the side of the Lincoln and caught the edge of the roof, swinging back into the still moving vehicle on the passenger side, landing with a dull thud in her seat.
She turned her head to the side to see what sort of chaos her actions might have caused.((OOC:
I WANT IT ON THE RECORD THAT I WAS GONNA TAKE LUCIEN'S SPEAR AND JUMP ON THE BARKER VAN AND STAB THE DRIVER BEING ALL HEROIC AND SHIT AND THEN RUN AWAY FROM THE HORDE WHILE EVERYONE ELSE GOT AWAY.
BUT THEN DELILAH WAS LIKE "Bitch, that ain't practical. Don't I have stuff that could help on my person?" SO I GAVE HER WHAT SHE WANTED.
EPIC CAR LEAPING THWARTED BY PRAGMATISM. THANKS, DEL.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Dec 20, 2012 12:36:48 GMT -8
"You two argue like a married couple."
"HEY! That's enough out of you! Don't MAKE me turn this car around!"
Marcus would half chide, half tease despite the color comming to his face, which he tried his best to hide.
Delilah's bout of heroics was a complete success! The Mutant dead and the Truck obscured, which had the unfortunate side effect of having it irrationaly speed up and swerve, forcing Marcus to yank hard on the steering wheel with a curse as he pulled a 180 degree fishtail around the truck as it imbedded itself into the side of a grocery store.
"Woman, you keep this up and people are going to start thinking your as crazy as me!"
He complimented with admiration and a Manic smile plastered on his face. A Smile that fell when he looked forward and saw the pack of mutants that were still hot on thier tail.
"How the HELL are they-? Oh I am SO done with today, naw FUCK this! We are getting OUT of here!"
Twisting around in his seat, Marcus looked out the back window to see where they were going, but not before seeing the mess in the back seat and the menfolk sitting there.
"Oh, hey boys!"
He would greet them cheerfully, his manic smile returning, as if he was secretly starting to ENJOY the dangerous situation they were in at the moment before returning his attention to the road, on hand on the steering wheel and the other holding the map out to Delilah.
"Hey Lilah? Think you can point me out ot a border checkpoint? I wanna introduce our new friends to some old ones if you catch my drift."
Marcus' plan was simple. A Large portion of the ghouls had split off from the main pack to attack the crashed truck. This meant they held as much love for Barkers troops as the Crows did, which meant that if he could lure them towards a Checkpoint, he could pull the rest of them off thier tail while at the same time making a hasty escape!
Suddenly his eyes locked on Luciens. The young man looked scared out of his wits, which really shouldn't come at a surprise. Marcus would be more unnerved if the boy was calm right now.
"Don't worry kiddo, we'll keep you safe and sound. We deal with this kind of stuff on a regular basis. We're kinda proffesionals that way."
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Dec 21, 2012 0:34:38 GMT -8
Lucien couldn't do much except watch.
Somehow, this epic woman he was riding with made the other vehicle crash, got the things off the roof, and did so in seconds. The big guy pulled into another swerve, and Lucien's insides lurched, water sloshing around in his golf-ball sized stomach.
And now they were backwards. And not moving! Even worse, those things were running at them in an angry mob fashion.
"How the HELL are they-? Oh I am SO done with today, naw FUCK this! We are getting OUT of here!"
The driver clicked the SUV into reverse, and held one wheel while looking over his shoulder. In Lucien's mind, he could only think THAT'S NOT HOW YOU SHOULDER-CHECK!
Momentarily, the driver's eyes met Lucien's, and though Lucien tried with all his might to not look absofuckinglutely terrified, it wasn't enough. Wait, watch the road!
"Don't worry kiddo, we'll keep you safe and sound. We deal with this kind of stuff on a regular basis. We're kinda proffesionals that way."
Professionals? What does that mean? Lucien silently pondered if his abductors were also a militia of zombie killers, or a band of renegade carjackers.
"Frankly, I don't really have much choice... So, I trust you, High-five Guy and Awesome Girl."
He hoped that didn't sound too cheesy. Man, the naming and filing system in his mind needed to have a drastic redesigning to include persons whose names aren't known. Though, High-five Guy sounded like a pretty kick-ass superhero.
At any rate, they were speeding backwards in an SUV with mostly smashed glass and no windshield, being chased by mutant zombie things, and heading toward a military checkpoint. And, indeed, Lucien was slowly adapting to the situation. A few more minutes, he might even gain a slight amount of composure.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Dec 22, 2012 1:03:12 GMT -8
"Woman, you keep this up and people are going to start thinking your as crazy as me!"
Again, she flipped her hand at him to wave away the compliment, a lopsided smile gracing her face, evaporating at the look now dawning on his.
Following his gaze, she made out the pale swarm of humanoids staggering after them and she frowned. "Goddammit."
"How the HELL are they-? Oh I am SO done with today, naw FUCK this! We are getting OUT of here!"
Marcus threw them in reverse and Delilah twisted in her seat again, one hand on the dash and the other taking the map from him. She looked down at the unfolded paper and then back up at him with a quizzical look.
"Hey Lilah? Think you can point me out ot a border checkpoint? I wanna introduce our new friends to some old ones if you catch my drift."
Her face split into a wide grin as she did indeed catch Marcus' drift. Dropping her gaze, blue eyes raked over the map until she located their street and began following the path they were taking. As her focus narrowed, she almost didn't hear the conversation going on behind her.
"Don't worry kiddo, we'll keep you safe and sound. We deal with this kind of stuff on a regular basis. We're kinda proffesionals that way."
"Frankly, I don't really have much choice... So, I trust you, High-five Guy and Awesome Girl."
Delilah chuckled. This guy was funny. Seemed to her he was laughing through the tears, but she supposed that was better than wailing incessantly.
"You could do a lot worse, m'dear," she said thoughtfully. "But I'll elaborate once we get a chance to talk."
She turned her attention back to Marcus. "Hang a right at the next set of lights..or what's left of them. East for three blocks, right again, left at the next block then your immediate right and that should put us right at the front gates."
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