A walk in the Park [ed]

[Jack Malloy]

The almost soundless static on the radio clears for a minute, allowing the husky voice of Jack Malloy to emanate out loudly from it. #Svernic, that you? Something up?# The static returns.

[Svernic Borcopf]

Svernic looked down at the crackling radio then slowly gazed at the Dogman, "Go ahead man, make your call, youve got to make it now though, you want in?"
He could see the man churning over the thoughts in his mind but knew that it was practically a statement and not a question, a shipment of meds was too much for most people to noramlly ignore, but in the end of all society free drugs were worth their weight in freedom let alone gold.

[Liz Burke]

Where were all the walkers? Was there some meeting she didn’t know about? Undead only? It was weird, too very weird. But if Liz thought that was weird, she was wrong. There was something else waiting in the park that was going to cause her more grief than any zombie. Ed, the sruff ball with the dogs from hell.

Approaching from the rear, Liz held out the gun, aiming for Ed. The dogs. The dogs began to growl – it was nice to be remembered. “I’d suggest you call Tom and Jerry off before I pull this trigger, my old friend.” Her voice was frosty, Liz wasn’t the loveable doctor they all thought, she was a tough, callous bitch. “If snappy one and two come at me I’ll pull this trigger – I swear to God I will.”

From running across to the park her skirt had ripped – a fashionable rip nonetheless. The black skirt had ripped a little on her leg; it now looked like a slip. Liz was ready to shoot this man dead if she needed to, she didn’t care – he wouldn’t be the first she’d killed in the last three months. First Andrew and Jess, then James (although she had tried to save him). What was another dead nobody?

“Put it down.”

[Jack Malloy]

The radios of both Liz and Svernic intone with Malloy's voice once more, with a message clearly intended for the doctor.

#Do not ever fucking do that again Liz, I will shoot you in the fucking leg while you run and leave you for the Shamblers. Right now, go see whats up with Svernic. When you get back, we're having a chat.#

Silence once more.

[Eddie "The Mutt" Sillian]

He moment the dogs growled he was about to move before he heard the voice. THAT VOICE. The one he had been dying to get since she scarpered with his things. “You.” His voice was a snarl as vicious as either of the dogs but low, quiet. “Look who’s fuckin’ well back.” He snapped and turned around, not signalling the dogs to move. He wasn’t that stupid.

“Well, make any use of my things?” He snarled, anger flashing in his eyes, the gun at his side now. He may be angry but a gun pointed at him meant he wasn’t that angry. Wait, wait and it will all turn right. She can’t point it forever. “And ‘ere was me ‘opin’ somethin’ ‘ad killed ya on the way down.” He gripped the gun firmly. He wasn’t giving any more to this bitch.

“Come on bitch, where is it...? I know you ‘ave it!”

[Svernic Borcopf]

Svernic just said "Fuck" and looked on in dispair.
He had almost sealed the deal and done it in a very charismatic way, something he didnt normaly do, normally his fists were used to seal the deal.
"You know what dog man," He said, "deal with the doc, ill just make sure we got a way out of here when your finished, I dont want to be here much longer."
Rather than reach for his hammer as he would be inclined to do, he picked up the yellow and black radio from his pocket and clicked it into the first signal so that he could get the shadow man.
"Jack," He said calmly, "I almost had the guy, whats with putting the doc in?"
He looked at the two, not caring if Dogman pulled his weapon on him, knowing that the Doctor would keep his eye, so long as he didnt do anything stupid, he could assume relative safety, "She blew the whole thing appart and shes pissing on the shrapnel now, what happened?"

[Liz Burke]

Liz wasn’t concerned in radioing back to Jack; she was here for other reasons. The doctor pursed her lips and gave Ed a small smile. “Oh, your necklace?” She spoke with a dark and harmful tone, she sounded like a typical Emmerdale Farm bitch. A soap bitch. But this bitch was more lethal, she’d shoot anyone, man, woman or child – she didn’t care. Dog eat dog world.

“It’s safe – for now.” She had a plan ready. “And you can have it back, just make sure that Bill and Ben over there stay where they are – I don’t want to lose an arm now, do I?” Liz motioned her gun towards the Botanical garden entrance. “Okay, let’s go, all of us.” She whistled to Svernic to get his attention. She wasn’t going without him either, she needed him as a distraction for later – but now she had to think how she could get the two distracted. This was all going to the shit.

Liz slowly lowered her gun as she pulled the necklace out of her blouse breast pocket. She dangled it out of his reach. “Play nice or your little rope here vanishes.” She slipped it back into her breast pocket. “Hey, builder boy, let’s move it.” She didn’t like pronouncing Svernic’s name, so for now, builder boy worked.

Liz kept the gun at her side, she wasn’t going to be without it.

[Eddie "The Mutt" Sillian]

He paused, was it worth loosing it to kill her. After all, it was only a necklace, a little pendulum that she had worn, it shouldn’t mean anything, a lump of silver these days was as valuable as a brick, probably less since you could defend yourself with a brick. “Hah, soon as you turn ya back ya gunna lose a ‘ell of a lot more ‘en tha’.” He muttered it but he knew it was easily audible, he wanted it to be. He wasn’t normally a violent man, might have no morals but he wasn’t violent but he could tear her down with his bare hands, or he felt he could. Hand to hand he could probably beat her... he wasn’t afraid to play dirty. But both had guns so he wouldn’t get the opportunity.

“Looks like I ain’t the only one with ma own dogs.” He snapped, flicking his eyes back to the builder in distaste before hooking one hand behind his ear, which was mostly covered by his ragged hair, and drew a cigarette, not a dog end as normal but a full cigarette, previously unsmoked. He decided he had a need of it. Another hand flicked the lighter out of his shirt sleeve and slammed it to the cigarette.

Taking a deep breath. He could feel it wear some of the incontrollable fury down. Or perhaps it was focussed more, like a horse with blinkers; his next target would get all of that rage full in the face. Probably. “Who ya with, Liz...? Who’s the rest of the group.” The way he said her name, it could have been less insulting if he’d streamed all of the swear words that he could think of in all of the different insults possible. His voice was full of contempt.

[Svernic Borcopf]

Svernic was getting slightly pissed at the fact he was being referred to as a lap dog.
"I am not someone's hound," He snarled ironically, "I'm a builder, I work the contract, the way its laid out at the start, your an extension Dogman, something that may be useful but wasn't in the origional design, so we dont need you, remember that."
This was taking too long, he clicked the radio to one again and sent out another message, "Lets group together, hit the supply and go, we've spent far to long here, I dont want infected crawling over me..."
He looked back to the two supposed humans pointing guns at one another and making threats, wondering if one of them would have the stones to pull the trigger so that they could just get on with this.

[Jack Malloy]

The radios crackle with two messages, one shortly after the other.

#First and foremost, who the fuck is this 'guy'!? If someone doesn't clue me in very quickly, I may be forced to shoot someone to set an example.# The voice was one of barely concealed anger, verging on a shout, with a very real edge of impending violence to it.

#I'm staying here until someone throws me a fucking bone about what's going on. Until then, I'm not moving - and if I don't get some answers quickly, I'll leave you both to the goodamn Infected.#

[Liz Burke]

Liz smirked when the builder hit back at the dog man, it was nice to see the tensions rising, this would help her. “I agree, let’s haul ass.” Liz began to walk towards the botanical gardens, but held back a bit so she could talk to her ‘friend’, Ed. What could she say? She had stolen his backpack and his belongings – furthermore she had taken something personal, a necklace. Actually, he was very lucky she had kept it, she could have easily left it there or thrown it away.

“Here.” Liz pulled the necklace out of her pocket and held it out. What was Liz going to do with it anyway? Sell it? With the city as it was she didn’t think gold meant squat at the moment. She’d rather fight for a loaf of bread than a worthless (to her anyway) necklace. She didn’t apologise. That was one thing that wasn’t going to purse out of her lips.

“You know as well as I do that you only gave me your backpack so you could get away faster – once they had caught up with me... what would you have done? Come back later to collect your things? You and I both know that they don’t use backpacks.” She tut. “It’s not what they’re meant for...” She muttered under her breath not thinking if anyone was listening.

[Svernic Borcopf]

Svernic kicked himself mentally for that one, it was a crap description and he knew it.
He knew the doctor was getting her jollies out of the conflict she had created and he wanted to level her face for it.
"Lets go back too the rooftop and figure out what the hell is going on, we are too exposed here," Turning he began to make his way out of the park, hammer in one hand, radio in the other.
Clicking on the one frequency he sent Jack the message
#i dont know who he is, but he and the doc have history, something about a necklace, hes a dog lover as well#

[Jack Malloy]

#Svernic, stay with Jill. Keep an eye on the guy, and bring him back to me - in one piece, preferably, but don't waste your lives saving him, eh? Get that medicine quickly, and get your arses back out here.#

Malloy's voice is gruffer and deeper for some reason, and seems to have slightly tuned out of the frequency - less distinguishable against the static.

[Eddie "The Mutt" Sillian]

Low snarling growls rippled in Eddie’s throat, barely distinguishable from the sounds of the dogs, but he made no move to fight, no move to raise his gun. After all, he could do with medicine and the chance to get her killed by zombies would be more fun than shooting her. Damn, he would watch that for sport. His eyes flashed as he pictured it for a few moments before turning and walking, letting out in a low voice “Come.” For the dogs to follow. He walked in silence, considering his options for a while until he saw the glimmer of silver once more.

In an instant, his hand darted out and grasped it back, darkened, cut and scarred fingers wrapping around the silver nearly hard enough to bend it. He grasped it only for a moment before sliding it into his pocket and hitching a new – rather more uncomfortable pack – onto his shoulders. This thing was nothing like his good old army pack, stolen when he legged it, this one was one of those expensive Berghaus packs that was supposed to be able to breath and all that shite. What a load of bullshit, he hadn’t been half as comfortable with this one on.

“Difference is, I weren’t the one askin’ for it. You asked for me pack an’ I gave it you. Lookin’ back I was stupid. But I weren’t leavin’ you to die. That would ‘ave been your own fault since ya asked for it.” He walked on in silence for a long time, considering those moments hard. He had been sure he was going to die, and all because of her. “No need to break the fuckin’ ladders down withou’ givin’ me a chance.” He said, coldly. His voice was level, barely controlling the anger which he was storing up, to explode at some later date. The dogs seemed to be able to smell it, or perhaps sense it, they were giving their leader a slightly wider berth. Although he had never hurt them, they had seen him in a foul mood and knew whatever was to hand got a lashing, whether it was a bottle (as it normally was) or a zombie. But it was worse when he went quiet. He was dangerous then.

“Tell ya what. I’ll make ya a deal.” He laughed, but this time it was wicked, dripping in malice. “Gimme me old pack back an’ I might not shoot you as soon as ya turn ya back. He grinned, showing sharp teeth in a dangerous smile. His free hand slipped behind his ear and dragged out a minute dog end, and a match from somewhere on his person which he lit on the sole of his heavy boots with a casual flick. Dragging the dog end to life he breathed out a cloud of thick, spiteful smoke that would have killed any nearby insects – and probably and small rodents – instantly.

[Svernic Borcopf]

Svernic watched the dogman light up a cigarette and sighed, clicking the radio on to the channel 1 and making a promise to the boss man.
#"Ill see what I can do."#
Turning back he stood to the side of the two quarreling people, but in the middle.
"Listen," He started, keeping his eyes on the Dogman and paying no attention to the hounds who seemed a little closer than before, "How 'bout we sort this later, you can deal with this bag when we have no infected chasing us through trees."
Glancing to make sure the Doc wouldn't try anything stupid again he resumed his offer, "We ARE hitting the med supply, but we ARE moving now and we ARE moving without any of this shit."