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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 8:53 pm
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✗✗__ ☠☢_____Ⓔмιly___Ⓖrayѕon_____☢☠
↳ι αм α ѕυяνινσя
⌦ "I am not cut out for this s**t. I am meant to be building highly mechanized body parts, not tumbling trashcans..." Emily kept muttering to herself about her current predicament, dragging a heavy trash can into place below the fire escape as soundlessly as she could. She had the heavy one in place within a minute, brought over the lighter one with much less resistance, and set it on top of the first so that they were like steps, with the top one leaning against the brick wall of the bank.
She would already be up the escape and on the roof if she hadn't been interrupted.
The Zombie had soundlessly crept up behind her, and probably would have gotten away with some pretty serious damage if she hadn't turned in time to see it. As it was, she swung her winding bar up toward it's chin, and sent it's head cracking backwards with a disgusting 'crunch' The winding bar came back for another hit, and the Zombie was sent out into the street, stumbling. Emily appeared outside of the alley for only a moment, with a sickening 'squish' being the end of the thing's cranium, and leaving her winded.
She was half-way up the escape when the explosions rang out down the street. Huddled on her metal walkway, in between buildings, she couldn't see what was going on. That was a hell of a lot of fire-power though. She finished her climb quickly, kneeling on the edge of her building just as the smoke of burnt corpses reached the roof. She hacked half a lung at the smell, and it made her eyes water. But she'd be damned if that wasn't a human sort of yelling coming from the direction of the explosions.
"Well then. Not as alone as it seems." ⌫
ι ωιℓℓ иσт ℓєт тнιѕ вє му єи∂↲
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 6:37 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 7:19 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 7:23 am
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✗✗__ ☠☢_____Ⓔмιly___Ⓖrayѕon_____☢☠
↳ι αм α ѕυяνινσя
⌦ As the smoke cleared down the street, Emily finally had the vantage that she'd wanted. The buildings in this area were tall, but not so much as to block her view of the roads. She was on the cross-way, like she'd thought. When New York was alive, everyone called it the cross-way because the pedestrians didn't care if the cars were backed up to fifth avenue, as soon as they saw an opening, they crossed. Looking at it now, with the cars that had been left there in the frenzy blown to pieces and laying next to (Or in some cases inside) the buildings on the street, she was glad she'd gotten onto the escape when she did. She would have been ripped to shreds.
Someone does not have a sense of 'this big boom is too big'. Note to self, stay away from them.
Emily took a seat on the edge of the building, winding bar across her lap, and rubbed at her eyes to get the remnants of the smoke out of them. The haze was still thick lower down, over the streets, but she couldn't see any shamblers. She'd left the talking horde back by the mech shop, so she was free to look around, trying to catch a glimpse of someone, anyone living. If the explosions and the sniper shots had meant anything, she'd at least found her ground squad. There was too much smoke in her lungs to let her shout. ⌫
ι ωιℓℓ иσт ℓєт тнιѕ вє му єи∂↲
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 7:49 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 8:52 am
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Jon woke up to explosions on Broadway.
Scrambling to the window, he peered up and down the avenue, trying to get a fix on whoever was being foolhardy enough to make that much noise and whether or not his little home was in danger. At first, he couldn't see anyone, the dust in the air form the explosion clouded almost everything, but a bit of movement on a nearby roof drew his attention. Pulling out the binoculars, he caught sight of a bit of military uniform and... was that an M203?
Jon dived away from the window and behind a desk as the grenade struck the building next to his, sending splinters and shrapnel through the wall. Fear clutched at his heart as he waited for the next shot to land in his window, but it never came. Whatever psycho was out there had stopped firing. Creeping back to his window, he peered through his binoculars and saw that the guy was talking into a headpiece. Sighing with relief, Jon pulled out a signalling mirror and stuck it outside the window, trying to find the right angle to shine the light at the soldier. He wanted to know what the hell was going on.
It took a few moments, but he finally shined the light across the soldiers face and started to signal SOS. Hoping that the soldier would understand that he was a survivor and not a smart zombie.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 11:24 am
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✗✗__ ☠☢_____Ⓔмιly___Ⓖrayѕon_____☢☠
↳ι αм α ѕυяνινσя
⌦ With the air clear enough that Emily could breath again, the woman took out her water bottle and cleared her throat with a drink. It was still three-quarters full, when she was finished, so there was that small mercy on her supplies. She stuffed it back down into the bottom of her backpack, bypassing her jacket and her pistol, and zipped up the bag.
Now she could see the streets, and the issues at hand. The horde she'd worked to sneak past five blocks over had caught on to the explosions, and was headed her way. Their way? Did it count as knowing there was a few human survivors or army-personnel left if she hadn't seen them with her own eyes? Probably. She swung her head in the other direction, the way the explosions had come from, and could just barely make out a human figure with her eyes. It was too bad she'd said no to the upgrades Dr. Chram was talking about on her last visit. She didn't like science as much as cybernetics, though. She was a tech girl to the end.
It's going to be the end sooner than I'd like it to be, if I don't find my sniper...
After all, said Sniper might have had a God Complex (If the way he let the zombies turn toward her before he hit them said anything about his psychology) but Mr. Explosive wasn't exactly within range. Her best bet was to see if the other was close, and make sure she was seen again. If not, if she couldn't find him, she'd make a run for trigger happy instead.
I do not like choosing between ostentatious and over-lordly.
She turned her eyes to the rooftops, and watched for movement. ⌫
ι ωιℓℓ иσт ℓєт тнιѕ вє му єи∂↲
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 12:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 12:33 pm
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((Hooray! Rescue!))
✗✗__ ☠☢_____Ⓔмιly___Ⓖrayѕon_____☢☠
↳ι αм α ѕυяνινσя
⌦ Emily changed her position to the other side of the rooftop, looking at her situation from all angles. Climbing up had been a fine idea, really, except now she didn't want to get down. The roof seemed safer than the streets, and much more open. She might have set up camp if she wasn't sure of the incoming horde or the near-by evacuation team.
Speaking of the Evac-crew, the explosions had started again.
Emily made her way back to the original side of the building and leaned over the edge, taking in the scene. The shape that had been launching grenades had begun to take up arms against her horde. That was pleasant. The more pertinent issue was the shape bypassing Trigger-happy and headed her way. She couldn't help but smile.
"Well that's a nice surprise." Emily leaned a bit farther over the edge, getting a clearer view of the soldier headed toward her position. He was running up the right side of the pavement, her side of the street, with his eyes up for movement. The sniper had told him where to go. Might as well start the damsel in distress nonsense...
"Here!" Emily's voice was hoarse, despite the water. She'd forgotten how little she'd been talking since she lost Jose. "Up here!" ⌫
ι ωιℓℓ иσт ℓєт тнιѕ вє му єи∂↲
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 1:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 3:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 3:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 5:10 pm
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✗✗__ ☠☢_____Ⓔмιly___Ⓖrayѕon_____☢☠
↳ι αм α ѕυяνινσя
⌦ "I'd hoped that would be the case... And no, I'm fine I think."
Emily could have let the moment of rescue pause for days, with how much hope bloomed because of it, but the next explosion made her re-orient herself to the real situation at hand. She was up top, Warlords were on the ground. "I'll head down, alley on your right, fire escape." Don't leave me.
She disappeared as she took the concrete rooftop toward the fire escape once more, work boots making loud taps on the grated metal as she began her descent. She couldn't do anything about that. The metal shifted all on it's own and besides, if the Zombies came for that little amount of noise as compared to the grenades down the street, they obviously were of little threat. She landed on her trashcan ladder without grace, nearly tipping over in her rush, and balanced herself with her arms splayed out. Emily rocked back and forth for a moment, stilled, and then made it to ground level.
She had to side-step the body she'd created when walking onto the sidewalk, trying to ignore the stench. You would think you'd get used to the rotting...
Emily spotted Dead-Eye and made her way toward him quickly, thanking the higher powers that be for the fact he'd stayed still, and hadn't disappeared. "Well. I think this marks the best day of this mess, yet." The winding bar in her right hand swung over her shoulder, leaning against her neck, and she relaxed her posture to take in the soldier. ⌫
ι ωιℓℓ иσт ℓєт тнιѕ вє му єи∂↲
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 5:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 5:31 pm
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