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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 13, 2009 20:46:50 GMT
Svernic marvelled at the exotic southern plants, he had never went too the southern islands where these plants came from, or so little sign said. He had also never bothered to make his way here, being to busy with building when he was in the city. So this was a new experiance for him. But the lethal cost had almost made him hesitant. The shadow man had sent him too this place in order to scout a way through the park and to get too the other side of town where they hoped to find more food and supplies. Now he understood why, the entire park was over grown, taking the opertunity too grow in the absence of human intervention. Grass stood at knee to waist height and waved happily in the breeze, bushes had grown wild, sprawling over and into one another while the trees erupted into the unclaimed sky. It was the perfect cover for the infected who could be and would be lying in wait. His gore stained hammer dripped slowly onto the cobbled pathway as he walked through the exotic garden, ears pricked up and ready too hear the slightest rustle of the woodland he had never known...
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Post by Eddie "The Mutt" Sillian on Apr 14, 2009 17:07:48 GMT
Eddie crouched in the long grass, dogs circling around to the side of him. He was here hunting, the game was pretty wild. It seemed without as much interference from humans, they had bred quickly and though it had only been a few months there were already this years new births which hopefully the dogs could bring down. He had been steering them with low whistles and clicks, even hand gestures but that left the possibility of being spotted by the prey.
Okay, it was a bit crap in the way of prey but the rabbits would be enough to keep the dogs going if they could catch enough. Even some for the humans. He had elected to go alone, he had been dredging flats on the way up for anything useful but hadn’t found much apart from another couple of packets of cigarettes and refills for his water.
The rabbits were sitting in a clearing not far away. He had made Mal – the Rottweiler circle ahead in front of them and Jones – the Alsatian was coming behind. Mal couldn’t run as fast and it would be better if he could get her to snap them up on the way past. It was a natural instinct for the dogs to hunt it seemed, he hadn’t needed to train them much. He simply used his normal attack and circle commands. It was useful.
He crept closer then shouted to Jones. “Go.” The dog leapt out of the grass instantly and chased after the fleeing rabbits. Mal came from the other direction and snapped two as they ran past, grabbing them in her huge jaws and shaking to break their spines. Jones managed to catch one chasing after it some way. Eddie tried to chase them back toward the dogs but it seemed their luck had run out, entirely. Eddie managed to trip and fall flat on his face.
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 14, 2009 17:56:09 GMT
Svernic slowly moved aside a low hanging branch that obscured his path. He wished he hadn't after he caught sight of a half eaten corpse. Eaten perfectly down the middle, following the sline the corpse's face was facing him with its big bloodshot eyes. A puddle of blood and gore spilled out from the sides, it was infected, bloated flies danced into the wound and sauntered back out again, sated on the flesh. Squashing his lips tight, Svernic tried not to wretch while keeping his weapon ready. The noise of splashing vomit could bring whatever had done this too the corpse. Grumbling away inside his head he stepped over the body, confident that something so damaged couldnt function, or function enough to kill him. His sence of hearing remained alert though, even though he almost had to close his eyes because of the sight and he could faintly hear the brushing of the woodland. Not the same as the breeze in the leaves, but something different, something more direct, like movement in the bushes. Suddenly the trees became more opressive, twisting to cover just a bit more of the shadows, giving the creatures a shadow to hide in, like they wanted the ifected to succede. They wanted him too die. As a miner he had experienced claustrophobia before, but this was something stranger. Through the thick, opaque plastic he could see the sun and the sky. But it was like how a prisoner sees the sun through his cell window.
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Post by Eddie "The Mutt" Sillian on Apr 14, 2009 18:13:02 GMT
Eddie ran over to Mal and flapped her off the rabbit, growling like an animal until she backed off. He then did as any alpha should do and removed what he wanted, which was very little. He then consented to walk away and leave her to it, she and Jones devouring it between them happily.
He took the other rabbits and glared at them. The fact was he didn’t have a clue what to do with them. He’d never skinned a rabbit and he didn’t know how to cook or clean one. He guessed you had to cut the skin off or something, and do that thing they did with cows and deer where they cut them from throat to A-hole. Oh, how he was looking forward to that.
He sat himself down and took his knife out. He’d seen people run the blade across a finger to see how sharp it was. He proceeded to try. “AH, Fuckin’ ‘ell!” He shouted as the blade cut his finger making it bleed all over. He thrust the mucky digit into his mouth and sucked and it, swearing and muttering as he tried to stop the bleeding. It fucking hurt...
“God damn it, ‘ow the ‘ell did I manage that...?” He snapped, taking his finger out of his mouth only for it to continue bleeding and throbbing. “Bugger.”
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 14, 2009 18:37:36 GMT
Piercing the ever tightening walls of his mental cell came a stream of curses and questions that Svernic felt compelled to investigate. It was another survivor, clearly not an infected, because the infected didnt feel pain and this person was in a small measure, enough to draw curses without emitting a scream of agony. Following the path silently he moved past the body and through a small cluster of bushes to a clearing. Spotting a rather thin man, sitting with his back to him in the grass mumbling and looking at his hand alot while a slightly shody knife was in the other hand. The grass stirred around him as dogs, also not infected moved around, waiting on an order from their Alpha, Svernic guessed it was the man by the way the dogs gave him a wide berth but kept circling him. The knee high grass was thoroughly trampled by some kind of chase here, but the bending grass was beginning to reform. Trails led everywhere, some were fresher, being made by the dogs as they milled around the man. One led off too the bushes that Svernic had just passed. Assuming that one of the canines had launched from those bushes too the opening and not the other way around Svernic allowed himself to relax. Thinking of how best to approach the situation he stayed for a brief moment behind the bushes, keeping an eye on the young man as he tended to his finger. Suddenly he heard a deep throaty growl and turned to face one of the largest police dogs in the city of Williamsburg...
(by the way im giving Ed "the mutt" Sillian almost full control of my character now)
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Post by Eddie "The Mutt" Sillian on Apr 14, 2009 18:47:27 GMT
Eddie turned at the sound of the growl, knife drawing and cut forgotten and glared, just in time to see Mal leap through the air and land full in the chest of a man, he must have been human... she wouldn’t have done it if he smelled dead... he hoped he had at least taught her that. He huge Rottweiler had massive jaws wrapped around the throat of a huge man, knocked to the ground by her weight.
Jones had closed in, growling and snarling. Eddie rushed to their side and drew his gun, pointing it at the man’s head. “Move an’ she’ll tear your throat out.” He hissed, his face hard and vicious, or at least trying to be. He must have been sneaking up, otherwise the dogs would just have growled or barked, or warned him. They wouldn’t have leapt unless they thought he was in danger. Their deaf and blind alpha with a poor sense of smell but a good brain, they needed him.
“Who the ‘ell are ya?” He snarled, as vicious as his dogs, the Alsatian Jones fixing his mouth around the man’s thrashing hand, not biting hard enough to draw blood but enough to hurt if he struggled. Probably bruise too. “Answer, now.”
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 14, 2009 19:03:47 GMT
The big dog had come from no where and taken him out, landing his back on the cold cobbles below with a crunch that Svernic knew was a bad thing. He could feel the hot breath of the first dog, an ugly, jowly and slobbering beast on his neck and its weight on his chest as he lay sprawled out on the ground. As he tried to wave the thing off a second dog began to chase his hand, not to tear and bite at it, but too keep it away from the other dog, its hunting partner. Suddenly he realised that he was out of his depth as the man came over and pointed the gun as his masked face, he could see the up the barrel through his mask and swore that he could see the very bullet, all the way back in the chamber of the gun. So far away but so very very close. It was a feral thing, poised and ready to strike. Like the man holding the gun. He was human, there was no doubt about it, but there was something so very Canine about the man, it was the eyes, so intelligent but wild. But the gun was the more pressing matter now and the dogs ready to tear him to shreds, the man asked the standard question, "who are you?" His voice muffled by the welding mask he answered, "I am Svernic, Svernic Borcopf..." The stress of the situation made his accent alot heavier and he wondered if the Dog Man had heard him... and would let him live...
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Post by Eddie "The Mutt" Sillian on Apr 15, 2009 7:59:10 GMT
Eddie clicked the safety off the gun and looked at the man. He would have been dead already if he had seen anything on him that he could use, as he hadn’t he was hesitating. The man spoke, some thick and heavy foreign accent that he didn’t recognise at all, it was difficult to distinguish the words but he caught at the end something like ‘Svertnik Burkopf’.
He was good with languages, or somewhat, it always helped to be able to shout I surrender in whatever language you needed to before shooting someone else in the face. Dishonest, but he was honestly dishonest so he thought it balanced out. But his knowledge of language and a little of culture pointed him in either the direction of Poland or Russia.... no clue which though. Probably Poland.
“Jones, Mal, back.” His voice was another gruff, commanding bark that the dogs leapt to obey, releasing the man in an instant and going back to growling and snarling at his sides. “Awrigh’, get up, slowly or I shoot your fuckin’ face off.” His London accent was a contrast against the huge man’s own, sharper and clearer, situated further forward and higher in the vocal chords even when as clipped and harsh as it was. The safety clicked off his gun as he waited for the man to stand.
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 15, 2009 9:56:17 GMT
Glad to have the heaving, slobbering weight pulled off of his chest Svernic wiped the drool from his chest, he didnt care if the man shot him down right now, so long as he didnt have to die with a drool covered chest. Slowly he put one hand under his himself and pushed himself up off the ground, he gave his hand a quick check, the skin was burst but it didnt look too bad. Why the hell had he taken off his gloves and slipped them into his belt next too the police radio he had taken from the station for his mission. Shaking the pain from his hand he looked at the man through the perspex. He had barely moved an inch, only moving his arm to keep the gun trained on him. There was a cool calm about his body despite the mania that lurked in his eyes. The dogs had stopped meandering now and were prowling near Svernic ready to take him down by the looks of things, but only from an order. The man had miss said his name. But he had the gun so he had the power...
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Post by Eddie "The Mutt" Sillian on Apr 16, 2009 21:03:19 GMT
“The ‘ell you doin’, sneakin’ up on me...?” He snapped, the gun still aimed at the man’s chest, an expression of cold intent that could get a man in trouble. It said I’ll shoot you if you make me, so don’t. The dogs were crouched, muscles taught and springy, ready to move at a command.
The fact was, Mutt didn’t like being out here in the open, not unless he had to be. They needed the food but standing around like this just felt stupid. He glanced around nervously, looking over his shoulder and snapping his head back in an instant as if scared the man would attack.
Eddie knew the only advantages were the dogs and the gun and if he lost either of those he was in for trouble with this huge man. He was slight and slender himself and none too fast, enough to get out of the way of a zombie but a serial smoker he couldn’t run more than a few hundred metres before wheezing like a train.
“The mask, ge’ it off. “ He snapped angrily.
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 16, 2009 21:26:01 GMT
Nodding, Svernic slowly raised his hands to his face and pulled the mask up at a ninty degree angle to his face, he then pulled down the cloth that covered his mouth before lowering his hands again, moving slowly so that he wasnt shot on the spot. He let the man take a look at him before he went on, "I didn't mean to sneak up on yeh, I wasn't sure if yeh were infected or no..." He listened closely too the crackle of the radio, praying that it wouldnt go off now. Things were still to tense. "You were just sitting there, then your dog gets me and now im going to be late..."
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Post by Eddie "The Mutt" Sillian on Apr 16, 2009 21:37:49 GMT
Eddie stared at the man, taking in every feature with a mixture or irritation and anger. At least the man wasn’t eager to attack, and was acting enough to show he was afraid of him, or at least the gun. “Hah, then you must be an idiot. Sneakin’ up on the infected ‘ll get ya killed.” He snapped in his hard London accent. “Any infected movin’ can tear ya down up close. If you leave ‘ere alive, I recommend walkin’ the other direction from ‘em.” He tapped a finger on the trigger, knowing well how stiff it was but feeling a bit cocky right now.
He didn’t speak for a while, thinking about what the man was saying, mulling it over casually and wondering about the best way to respond. “Late for what?” He snapped, wafting the gun in a threatening motion that made it plain that if he didn’t tell him he would soon be feeding a whole host of other life forms. Of course he wasn’t to know, but Eddie’s dogs would be pleased. Far more meat on a human than a rabbit.
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 16, 2009 22:13:28 GMT
Svernic kicked himself mentally. He didnt know if The Shadow Man would want another person tagging along, but he was armed. Those dogs could probably tear something up if they wanted or at least they could sense the infected coming. Dogs were animals after all and predators. "We are making a supply run," He said, keeping his voice even, he knew supply runs were a common thing so he needed a snag to bring him and his dogs along, "A big one too, confirmed medical equipment..." He let the idea hang out there hoping Ed would take the bait, or at least stop pointing the gun at him.
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Post by Eddie "The Mutt" Sillian on Apr 16, 2009 22:45:31 GMT
Eddie’s mind was racing. If it had just been this man then he might have helped him, then either threatened him or simply shot him and taken what they had scored but if he had others waiting it up him in a harder position. The fact was if they thought he was missing and came to find out, they might shoot him down before he even noticed.
No, that was an over estimate, the dogs would notice. Then he would get shot down, then they would. He had to be quick to make his decision. “Who else is wiv ya?” He asked. He could do with keeping medicine handy. God knows Paracetamol would be great when he had a hangover. He had been in the habit of taking it before he went to sleep but ended up in hospital once and stopped that. Or something morphine based. Americans were all into that kind of shit. It was much stronger too.
“Where ya hittin’?”
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 16, 2009 23:08:42 GMT
Svernic almost breathed a sigh of relief but didnt want to, didnt want to seem comfortable, try and bluff his way to safety. "I'm with a group, there is four of us, including me, but one of us is holding our base, they arent here, im the scout, they are waiting my call," Svernic slowly put his hand behind his back and pulled out the yellow and black police radio, "I can get you in, if you want." He thumbed the button to change the channel, flicking it to 1 and getting the Shadow Man's channel. He tapped the send button to get his attention.
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