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Post by Jack Malloy on Apr 13, 2009 17:52:15 GMT
Shrugging, Malloy turned back to the simmering food, and frowned a little. Some kind of fried sausage and sauce, he thought, not that it mattered really - anything that smelt that good had to taste similar. He reached into one of the broken cupboards and retrieved some bowls, pointedly putting two down on the worktops for Svernic and Liz - he may get the bowls out, but he wasn't running around after them serving up their food.
He did, however, ladle out a hefty portion of the food into his bowl, eyes glazing slightly as he leant over the steaming saucepan. Stepping back to the little wooden table, he fell heavily into a creaking metal chair and dropped a spoon into the bowl, lifting the heaped spoonful to his mouth. It was very hot, almost painfully so, but tasted as good as it smelt - something even more bolstered by the fact that the food was generally pretty dire around here.
It was, however, too hot to tuck into right now. So, compromising, he took out a cigarette and placed it to his lips, lighting it while slowly inhaling and relishing in the mixture of fine food and tobacco smoke. He could get used to this. Not so much the living like rats in a city of mindless predators, and he wouldn't have picked the company ideally, but the cigs and food, yeah, this could be a regular occurrence.
"Help yourselves, you know?"
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 13, 2009 18:43:05 GMT
(thats is why i dont do posting orders)
Svernic realised that he was being talked too and snapped his attention to Liz, "I used ti be a builder before all o' this." He looked down at the thick glows he used when he was handling bricks, now they prevented him from being infected if it came to hand to hand, more so than the hammer he used. He flexed his fingers absentmindedly, remembering the close quarters fights, including throwing them off of balconies down into the street. It was an efficent way of fighting them since the gravity pasted them on the concrete streets. "So whats the plan," He asked The Shadow Man, "Survival, make a break for it, maybe a little bit of prosperity?"
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Post by Liz Burke on Apr 13, 2009 22:04:06 GMT
The food smelled nice, but Liz didn’t want any. She couldn’t stomach it right now. She’d have something a little later; it was time for her yet. Liz just wanted to get to know everyone right now and find her feet in the group. Right now she was trying to calculate it all up. Jack was an ex cop. The yet to be seen Asian is a technician, Svernic a builder and herself a surgeon. What a team. How the hell were they going to survive this?!
“Right, so just so I’m clear, none of us are ex marines or helicopter pilots? No? Well there goes my orgasm...” She muttered. If someone was a marine then there would be a good chance of survival. Now, they had to fight for survival with builder, a creepy cop, a nonexistent Asian and herself. They were royally screwed!
“Good to know...” She forced with a sigh. “When you guys need me I’ll be in the... other room.” Liz just couldn’t face a convocation anymore. She wanted some time to herself to configure her thoughts. Was there any point fighting back? Trying to survive? Maybe the previous doctor had the best idea. Doping himself up with morphine and chucking himself through the window.
It was an option...
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Post by Jack Malloy on Apr 13, 2009 23:14:26 GMT
Malloy frowned more, taking lengthy draws as Liz talked. What was this bitch's hang-up? She wanted the impossible, then got tetchy when it wasn't delivered. But he wasn't going to press the point, or mock her - she was necessary, and could leave if she wanted right now. Once she was a little less rebellious, a little less sure of herself, then he wouldn't be standing for this shit.
"I'm sorry, but it seems Marines and helicopter pilots are pretty low and the ground. Along with assault rifles and helicopters, funny that...." Jack caught his tongue quickly, not wanting to launch into the lengthy harangue he normally would. He stubbed the cigarette out on the table, leaving the butt sticking out of the wooden table in the little depression it had burnt. Lifting the spoon to his lips, he dug back into the food - it was damn good, and if the doctor with her holier than thou attitude or the salt of the earth builder didn't start eating soon, they wouldn't be fucking getting any.
Slowly, he finished off the bowl, ensuring he got every scrap of sausage and the tomato sauce, just restraining at licking the bowl clean. Looking up, he remembered something. "In answer to your earlier question, Svernic, I have no fucking clue. Right at this exact moment, there's not enough of us to make it count - so all we can do is get by. If we can find a few more in this wasteland, then maybe we'll be able to force our way out or get by easier here."
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 14, 2009 0:09:17 GMT
"Good plan," Svernic grunted, taking a small bowl of the sauce. Slowly he spooned chunks of it into his mouth, taking time to taste it all, propper tomatoes were becoming a rare thing so he made the most of it. He remembered hearing that if you took your time with your food you absorbed more of it into your system so you didnt have to eat as much. And with the resources fading every day it would be selfish to take more than he needed. He was aware how large his stomach was, it wasnt massive, but it would slow him down eventually and slowing down meant dieing at this point. "But," He noted, taking intermitent spoonfulls of sauce and sauceage as he spoke, "Where do we find survivors out here, I mean where do they hide and how do we get there and get them back here. The road is stuffed full, too much for a car, so it must be on foot and we would still need a path there, which takes more time... and where does that path go to and through... I will find such a path for you... if it is there..." He looked to the door Liz had goine through, the next week would be tough on them and the next week probably tougher still, so they needed to pull together and Liz walking away like a stroppy teenager didnt help anything. Especially since she was the only one with medical training. Professionalism and tempremental attitudes did not go hand in hand.
(just to point out I dont disagree with what your doing with your character if anything your making her more human and believeable im just showing how Svernic would view Liz's actions)
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Post by Jack Malloy on Apr 14, 2009 13:34:36 GMT
Pushing his bowl away, deciding that clearly Liz wasn't going to take part in the conversation anymore, Malloy turned his attention to the hulking figure of the builder. Nodding, he listened to the man's opinions on the difficulties of finding survivors, and on getting around.
"Well, survivors....you just have to be lucky. I don't doubt there's more out there - and the chaff have mostly been cut away by the Infected, all that's really left are the more hardy, survivable ones..." A thought was cast to some of the survivors he'd met. "Mostly....."
"As to getting around.....well, it can be done. Deloitte's a wreck, and it's generally swarming with those lousy Infected, but it's traversable. Stadler's a fucking slalom run of motors, but if you stick to the 'boardwalk' up top, and you don't mind doing a little creative freerunning, you can get from one end to the other. But try that with a horde of those quick ferals after you....." He thought about the geography of the Central District. "And of course, there's the Botanics.......which seems like a sure-fire easy way across the District, but not so much when you get inside. Even if you stick to the paths, the Infected seem to swarm about in there more than anywhere else. Somebody once told me that's where the Shamblers sleep......"
He wasn't sure about the veracity of that rumour - true, the Shamblers never seemed to be around alone, then they'd appear in groups, but they certainly didn't seem to sleep....just not move around so much..... Anyway, it wasn't the Shamblers he worried about - unless you were in tight quarters and there was lots of them, you could work your way through the idiots. Those damn ferals, jumping around and bursting through walls trying to rip you apart with their teeth and claws.....they were the ones that put the fear in him.
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Post by Liz Burke on Apr 14, 2009 18:03:32 GMT
Although Liz was in the adjacent room, she still kept a ear open, listening to the invalid locations to go for a stroll – as if anyone would go for a stroll when the chance of getting eaten or maimed was so high. But she listened anyway. Liz had to get on with these people, she didn’t mean to be uptight and a dreamer of the impossible – marines and a helicopter, but she was normal. She was frightened. It is what everyone was thinking; she was just ballsy enough to say it.
“Do you have any idea why the clinic is so tightly licked up?” She shouted from the room – not too loud because it wasn’t as if they were all miles apart, she was only next door with the door open – she turned to look at them. “It just seems weird. It’s never shown any evidence of having blast like doors – makes you wonder what they want to keep out – or in...” She said pulling an ‘eek’ like face.
Liz thought about the previous doctor. He probably had cabin fever – especially if he had Jack Malloy as his only company! But Liz was determined to get along with them all – even the invisible Asian technician.
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 14, 2009 18:17:39 GMT
Svernics train of thought had been interupted by the Doc's question, but he was glad it had been, if someone had boarded up the clinic it probably meant that something was happening there. No way it was a large scale rescue, but it might be more resistance, more survivors. More humans. That was all that mattered now. Keeping the human race alive. Svernic had no idea how large the scale of infection was, no one had broadcast any signals that they could pick up in over two weeks and even then it was emergency broadcast signals. Featuring presentations by officials who had no clue of what was going on. So Svernic was rightfully worried. "Where is the clinic?" He asked answering his own question by looking at the crude paper map he had. The clinic was marked as being just down the road. He moved to a window to get a better look...
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Post by Jack Malloy on Apr 14, 2009 18:31:03 GMT
Malloy had heard this one before - hell, he'd attended to the clinic on callouts before, when junkies from the 'Axe' Projects tried to take their fixes by force from the place. "I wouldn't get too worked up about the Clinic. Just because there's all those metal shutters and cages, don't mean there's anyone alive inside. That bit of Wicks is where the Central District starts getting nasty - lots of vermin over in the Projects and the like....."
He took a draw on a newly lit cigarette. "So, the place has a rather over the top security system - some smashed window or something will have set it off to start off with, and now that the powers out and there's Infected everywhere, anyone inside probably sealed themselves in, or can't disable the system." The thought worried him a little - being trapped inside a metal coffin, in essence. Then a more worrying though occurred.
"Of course, it's possible there were people inside who survived.....but think about it - where would someone who got bit in the early stages go straight to, in order to get said bite seen to? The fucking Clinic. The place gets locked down, someone turns, then they can't escape......the place is probably filled with Infected, angry, hungry Infected." He frowned, drawing heavily on the cigarette, watching the tip burn ever closer to him, the smoke filling his lungs readily.
"However, it is also probably filled with medical supplies......."
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Post by Liz Burke on Apr 14, 2009 18:53:01 GMT
“Then leave them inside.”Liz said very callous. “Once all the fresh meat is gone then the... zombies, or whatever you want to call them run out of food. From what I’ve seen, if they run out of food they... slow down.” She was very careful not to say die. They didn’t. She didn’t know why or how, but they kept going – they always found a food source.
“Although, if left for long enough maybe they would just – stop.” It was something to make a note of. Her train of thought wandered for a second, the clinic... “If we have enough supplies here to last us then forget it. We should leave it until it’s a lot quieter inside – then we know it’s safe to enter.” If there were more survivors inside then they’d want to come back with them. Meaning the food source goes down. That meant sending more people out to find food – it was a death trap waiting to happen. It was pointless.
Liz moved from the adjacent room back into the kitchen with the two males. “The botanical gardens keep a supply of medical equipment. I’ve seen it, hell; I put a lot of it there. It’s in case the hospital...” She stopped. “Well, it’s there.” She wasn’t about to explain why or how she knew it was there. “Maybe that’s an idea for somewhere to go?”
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 14, 2009 19:30:45 GMT
The Clinic seemed to be a case of Shrodingers Cat, they could open up a world of possibilities and salvation or they could open pandora's box, unleashing several score more of the infected into the city. Infected who they couldn't deal with. It was a situation that Svernic couldn't deal with, even if the decision was his to make, he didnt know if he could call that kind of shot, to much was at stake here, let the infinate wisdom of the shadows deal with the clinic. When Liz mentioned the second medical supply, Svernic's heart skipped a beat. All the bonuses of dealing with the clinic but none of the hazards or moral issues of opening the clinic. "I wouldnt stay in the park," Svernic offered, "To exposed, it would need to be a guerilla hit, in and out and back, but either way I will help, this is being to good to pass up."
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Post by Jack Malloy on Apr 15, 2009 10:23:48 GMT
Another frown creased Malloy's face, but he nodded in agreement also. "The park......that's a good idea, Liz, thank you very much for the insider information." Not that you couldn't have supplied us with it earlier rather than let us idly postulate about the Clinic, he added silently within his mind. There was something about this woman - she seemed to be trying to play as many angles as he did, not as well of course, but it was something to bear in mind. The thought of sending the builder alone into the park, without a gun or back-up, worried him slightly, but slowly an idea came to him. "Svernic, you may just be right. A quick strike, in-and-out again inconspicuously, would be just the right way of getting in - and your preference for close-up violence," He motioned to the hammer that leant beside the man, "Will attract a lot less attention than going in shooting. However, it would be suicide for you to go in without any form of back-up." He paused for a moment, mentally running through the area around the Botanics. Beth's Deli on Deloitte would probably be perfect - they could even double it up with a foraging trip. "So, I'm quite certain there is a set of police radios down in the stores, which will mean you can keep in contact with me and Liz, who will be inside the Deli on the Botanic's North Side. Any trouble, or the medicine's too heavy to carry on your own, you can get in touch and we'll swoop in, guns blazing." It was almost a sound plan - so long as Svernic managed to get a radio message off before being mauled to death..... ((Which will call for a quick setting up of another thread with me and you in the Deli, Liz, since Svernic's already in the Park I'm sure we can round this up smartly?))
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Post by Liz Burke on Apr 15, 2009 11:30:28 GMT
Liz shrugged as he wiped away the idea so soon, it didn’t work, she thought to herself. It wasn’t tempting enough for him, yet Svernic, he was ready to go there. This was something she could play on, she now had a foundation. But before she could try anything the idea came back, this time it was approved. She wanted to give a sigh of relief. With these two around that area with guys, she could slip away and go into the clinic, or try and get into the clinic. But she’d have to play this one very smooth.
“Beth’s Deli?” Liz didn’t understand. “Shouldn’t I go with him? I know where they are.” Liz knew she wasn’t going to win this one, but it was worth a go – both side of the argument she thought. “Besides, there are security systems.” Liz glanced at Svernic. “You’ll need my hospital I.D card to access them if you go alone.” Liz wasn’t going to leave this drop so easily. Somehow she’d find a way to get from that Deli and into the open.
Liz thought about this for a second. The Deli. The Deli was a long run to the clinic – but it was the only time she could think of that she could make a run for it. She’d have to be fast though. Very fast. ((Well go for it and I will edge into it lolz))
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 15, 2009 12:31:41 GMT
"Do not worry Liz," Svernic said, keeping his voice nice and calm, he had run the scenario through his head while liz was talking, "I will take a radio and you will take a radio and Malloy will take a radio, I will find the general area of the drop off, then I will call you in to join me." He looked around for any alternative ideas. "I will recon and I will clear the area," He shifted his hammer grip, "You must show me how to work the radios, I have used them on the sites I worked on, but this is different yes?" He walked away down too the cellars too look for the radios and leave the other two to formulate their plans. His was simple. March into the park and smash everything that looked at him funny...
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Post by Jack Malloy on Apr 15, 2009 13:21:16 GMT
Looked like the plan was a go. Standing, he stubbed out the second cigarette beside the first, leaving them like little headstones atop piles of ash, sticking out the tabletop. It was untidy, sure, but it didn't half look funny. Malloy reached over and picked up his Glock, easily returning it to its shoulder holster, hefting its weight first while looking at it funny, almost as if for the first time. Something about this mission rankled with him, some mitigating factor he hadn't taken into account, some wildcard or something that just wasn't making this the easy play it should be. It was nothing but a hunch, but he was an instinctive beast, and hunches generally seemed to play out. Not that there was anything to do about it right now - but he was going to keep on the ball for this one. "We'll go tomorrow. Nothing better to do in this shithole anyway, eh?" He almost grinned at Liz, but the doctor seemed lost in thought. "Follow me down to the stores - I'll show you and Svernic how to use the radios, and kit you out with a piece. Ever shot a handgun before?" He half hoped she hadn't. There was a headstrong, determined stubbornness about this Miss Burke that made him think giving her a gun might be a bad idea - a length of pipe, that old baseball bat of hers, something which she couldn't do much damage with might be a better bet. She sure as hell wasn't getting a pistol if she didn't have any experience with one - nothing better than a dangerous amateur...... Malloy turned on his heel and started to follow Svernic, out into the hallway then down into the Foyer and the storeroom cells beyond. He didn't even look back to see if the doctor was following, he expected her to. And she'd better be answering his questions. ((Okay, you both want to make a post each then I'll tie it up & I'll set up the radio procedure in the last post. I'm going to make a new thread in Beth's Deli right now as well, so if you want to head on over Liz ))
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