Liz Burke
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Post by Liz Burke on Apr 26, 2009 19:11:45 GMT
The doctor ignored Ed; she’d deal with that later. But her attention turned to the rude mannered Sv. What the hell was with his name anyway? She’d like nothing more than to have an excuse to pop him with a bullet. She hated rude people, Jack she could deal with, he was rude but funny, Sv was just rude – and she didn’t like him.
If you want to survive you’ll want to shut up, she thought to herself. She’d have no qualms in leaving him in the botanical centre and locking them both in. “We’ll move, but you may want to mind your tongue.” Liz answered turning her head from him. “We wouldn’t want to find you with a stroller chewing on it now, would we?” It was a subtle threat. She was good at them. But her bark was not worse than her bite; her bite by far outshone her bark. When she bit down, she didn’t leave go – she wasn’t the homely child paediatrician she made herself out to be.
Liz increased her pace, she didn’t want to stroll alongside Sv, why should she bother get to know him when she’d place a bullet in his head at the first chance of her own needs. “There it is.” She said pointing to the botanical garden. “Once we’re in we head for the security clearance section – don’t ask, there is one in there though.” The idea of a secure personnel section seemed absurd, it was a botanical garden, not a military building not did it need a section for anyone of any importance. But Liz was adamant there was a security personnel section. “Let’s move.”
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Post by Eddie "The Mutt" Sillian on Apr 27, 2009 13:35:54 GMT
“WE ain’t doin’ anythin’ fuck face!” Eddie had turned and snarled in an instant, gun suddenly in hand once more and pointing right at the idiot who had once more wound him up. Fury blazed over his face before he tensed his spare hand and gritted his teeth. “Me an’ Liz, we go’ ‘istory an’ it ain’t any of ya business.” He waved the gun a moment before he dropped it to his side once more and stalker ahead of him, the dogs closing in on his sides, keeping them gratefully free of Svernic.
“Stupid to piss off the ones watchin’ ya back. Push it an’ ya might find a dog chewin’ on ya bacons*, never mind anythin’ else.” He cast his eyes about the grass cautiously, irritation all over his face at the unwelcome intrusion from the man. His eyes landed on the building and set there, the fact was he wanted to get whatever he could from these two and run, he was getting away with whatever he could, and no doubt Liz knew that. Of course, she had spoken to him for more than five minutes.
“Security...” Eddie scoffed. “Wazzat for, in case someone nicks a shrub?” He snickered his wheezy laugh and walked on, waving a hand to let the dogs run forward and root around in the grass, checking for safety so to speak. He didn’t think there was anything, or if there was it was fresh. He had a good nose and the smell of death was quite far off. For now.
(*Rhyming slang – Bacon and eggs – Legs)
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 28, 2009 17:08:04 GMT
Svernic clicked the radio to one again after following the two fueding lovers through the forrest, #We've arrived at the medical supply center, can you see anythin movin at us?# Surveying the security, it seemed like little more than a check point and the blood soaking into the sandbags confirmed Svernic's biggest fear. The infected had been here. And they had rampaged through it before with a squad of well trained soldiers guarding it, that was judging by the number, or volume, of casings lying on the floor. An LMG lay burned out, broken and stripped for parts on its bipod aiming guides. "Well the shurbs must have been worth defending..." Svernic kicked a small pile of casings, like a child would in autumn leaves, looking around at the few that were still loaded, he picked one up in his thick fingers and rolled it over. It had a rounded head with a 9mm case and was probably from a very light submachine gun. Looking around, Svernic waited for another click on the radio.
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Liz Burke
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Post by Liz Burke on Apr 30, 2009 12:51:48 GMT
Liz kept quiet, this was a need to know basis, and they didn’t need to know about the security. Liz didn’t want them to see her with her military passkey card, so she ushered herself to the front of the two, carefully stepping over the blood soaked sandbags and the severed hand on the floor. Liz glanced back at the two before she pulled the military pass from her skirt pocket. Then she positioned her body so that she was blocking their sight as she swiped it down the slot provided. Liz punched in the 4 figure code to open the door – but the main door didn’t open, the ‘easy access’ door silently slid to the left of them. A ‘secure personnel only’ door.
“Open, sesame.” She turned saying with a smirk. “I suggest we get in, don’t you?” She pointed to the buildings across the road, the things we beginning to come out – they must have heard the arguments of the team.
Liz was the first to enter, she didn’t take her time – she really didn’t want to end up being today’s lunch. Her heels clapped as she stepped into the white washed room. It was quiet. Too quiet. She thought there would be at least a few survivors inside.
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Post by Eddie "The Mutt" Sillian on Apr 30, 2009 16:50:15 GMT
“I don’t think the shurbs were what they were defendin’.” He smiled at pointing out the mistake in the man’s words a little stab which pleased him. Eddie followed shortly behind Liz, his heavy boots thudding on the floor, slippery with sand and old, dried blood. The dogs trotted behind him, claws tapping loudly on the floor, a pant of air rushing from Malificent as she leapt over the sand bags and thudded to the floor, Jones leapt lightly, barely making a sound. What did make a sound however, was when Mal discovered the severed hand lying on the floor nearby, in a fairly good state of repair. Eddie didn’t bother to stop her as she picked it up and began to chew on it, knuckles grinding and popping as her powerful Rottweiler jaws crushed at them. Inwardly he smiled, he knew it would annoy Liz.
Eddie glanced back at the things at the other side of the road and trotted in after Liz, gripping his gun all the tighter and fetching the dogs right after him, completely ignorant and uncaring of Svernic behind him, as far as he cared he could be eaten by the zombies behind. His boots clumped along the corridor, the noise contrasting against the sharp tapping of Liz’s heals. “I dunno why you wear ‘em... can’t be comfortable.” He muttered to the back of her head, listening to the crunching of bones in Mal’s mouth.
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 30, 2009 17:16:03 GMT
Svernic caught the emphasis on the word "Shurbs" but didn't know if he had made a mistake or not. In his life he had never needed to use words to describe plants, working mostly with bricks, mortar or stone in his life. He wasn't, as his father said, "green fingered", spending his time with plants. So he didn't care and let the jibe slide off, he had thick skin after all, something like that wouldn't make an impression. With gentle feet he moved into the complex after the Dogman and his hounds. He skipped forward a step when the doors slid shut automatically behind him, not wanting to get caught in the vice like grip. Once inside he noticed the flickering LED lights. He had tried to learn the science behind the crystal clear lights but had never quite succeded. The electrician hadnt quite mastered the science himself so he was a loose teacher at best. Now that they were inside Svernic could feel the weight pressing down on him slightly. He had been in worse but knew that even worse was yet to come.
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Liz Burke
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Post by Liz Burke on Apr 30, 2009 18:03:28 GMT
Liz didn’t look back to see the others enter; she was just focusing on how to get in without being maimed by the zombies inside – if there was any. When Eddie spoke to her, it gave Liz all the confirmation she needed to know they were inside. “They’re not comfortable.” She replied. “But I won’t take boots off a body.” She turned to face him for a second, “they never have my size.” She smirked and turned back around to look for another door.
“There should be a –“ She stopped. “Got it.” She pulled her card out once more, and again she blocked their view with her body as she swiped it along the security pad – this time it didn’t need a pass code. “And again, open sesame.” Liz stood the side keeping the card hidden in the palm of her hand. “After you, gentlemen.”
Liz wasn’t stupid. They all had guns, but she didn’t want to waste her bullets. If they went first then they could make sure the area was safe – the sly doctor waved her hand at the door to the two males waiting for them to go on through ahead of her into the Botanical Garden's secure personnel block.
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Post by Eddie "The Mutt" Sillian on Apr 30, 2009 19:09:55 GMT
Eddie followed behind Liz, her voice muffled as she spoke forwards, only the reflections of it carrying back to him. He still watched her high heels patter up and down ahead of him, laughing aloud this time at her comment. “An’ you pretended you wouldn’t too. Seems I ain’t the only one who’s makin’ a profit on this.” He laughed quietly. In actual fact, he hadn’t really lost anything from this. Of course his flat had gone up in flames but there was nothing note worthy in there, and if he wanted he could move into the hotel or anything, if he didn’t mind being alone.
He had picked up more now, after the infection, than he had for a long time. Money was useless but he was worth his weight in gold if anyone wanted something, and if they could catch him. He’d been on the hunt for Jack Malloy’s things for a while now and had found a few items of interest, but nothing that he would like to give away. A few bags of this, a few bags of that, but the quality was something that he liked to think he could keep and use. It would be a shame to give it to scum like him. That was why he carried it with him, a subconscious thought also added the fact that it meant he could kill himself in the best way possible, were it the choice of drug overdose or being ripped up by zombie hordes, but his inner survivor was too strong to allow thoughts like that to surface.
“So Ali Baba, been practisin’ with ya magic cave a lot or ‘ave ya been in ‘ere before?” Eddie was getting suspicious, she was just opening the doors like she owned the place, he was frowning openly and unhappy to be the first one into the room.
“No, please, ladies first” His London accent changed sharply to that of the upper class Brit in an astounding display of mimicry, he could even do a passable American accent, and an Australian one but it was such a fuss that he never bothered. He always had watched too much TV. He dropped back into his London drawl. “Sorry love but I ain’t goin’ for the knife in the back motif. Send brick ‘ead in first or go yoursel’.” He give her a smirk.
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on May 15, 2009 17:11:48 GMT
"Your both pathetic," Svernic said as he marched past the two squabling fools at the door, "Like little children." Shifting the grip of his hammer he stepped into the first series of corridors in the bunker. Even more shells littered the floor, some more corpses were mingled in but they were almost picked clean by the infected, man sized bite marks littered the flesh that was left and innards were draped on the floor like a carpet. They didnt squelch though. That was what worried Svernic. He could feel the meat giving slightly beneath his steel toe caps but there was no fluid inside of it to slurp out into the floor. Trying to fight his revulsion he plodded on, listening to the pathetic cat fight at the door until they started to join him in the tunnel. It was dimmly illuminated by sharp light that spawned from wall mounted lights half way up the wall, leaving the floor coated in shadows over the corpses. Glad he couldnt see to much of the floor Svernic turned right to face the first door in the hallway, some ten metres from the door. Daylight didnt make it this far, not at this time of day, but Svernic could see the plain, flat and unremarkable door, made from high quality steel before him. Bloody hand prints were on it, as well as a few spurts of arterial blood. But red ichor was everywhere, crusting on the metal and pooling in corners.
((ooc. sorry ive not been on lately guys, my pc got wrecked by a power surge, power pack, motherboard and hard drive all busted, im getting it fixed again tomorrow so hopefully i should be on more with my exam leave and with the fact im no longer in school))
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