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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Apr 14, 2012 23:43:08 GMT -5
Marcus looked over the wall that protected Haven colony from the rest of the world. Haven had been his home for a number of years now. He could hardly recall the name of his home town, but that didn't matter. Haven was his home now.
The newly risen sun lit up the barren cityscape outside the walls. Rusted hunks of metal littered the road, all that remained of the titanic vehicles that once carried humanity across the world. Nearby one, Marcus spotted something even more horrible that the silent reminder of humanity's decline; an undead one.
Marcus shuddered and withdrew his pistol from the pocket he had kept the barrel in. He raised it up, put the zombie within the sight, and fired.
A bang rang out, disrupting the otherwise quiet morning. Birds cried in the distance. The zombie, his target moaned loudly after it and shambled towards the origin of the noise, with several more of it's undead ilk following in pursuit.
"Damn it cadet, shouldn't you be in bed right now?"
Marcus spun, dropping the gun as he did so.
"R-Russel! Phew, you startled me."
"Of course I did, you're as unobservant as a stone."
"I was concentrating on a zombie."
"I know you were cadet, I saw. I saw your epic miss too." chuckled Russel.
"Practice makes perfect, I need moving targets anyways."
"Moving? That thing was still as a board."
"Oh can it. And stop calling me 'cadet'. I'm not in the army."
"Not yet, but it's obvious you want to be. You spend everyday out on patrol and watch, even when you should be working. And you always keep that pistol with you."
Marcus sighed and looked down on the zombies, now pushing on the high Haven wall. Russel pulled out a pistol of his own, looked over the side, and dropped the cluster with several well-placed shots.
"I don't want to join." snapped Marcus, angry at Russel for the ease with which he dispatched the zombies.
"Ok, cadet, whatever you say. You know where the office is when you're ready. Now I'm going to finish my patrol. You may want to consider some sleep, I've heard you were up all night again."
Marcus didn't bother to reply as Russel walked away. He went from a good morning to a cruddy one in the five minutes that it took for Russel to see him miss, try to induct him into the Haven Defense Force and take the zombies down himself. Marcus watched the road and the rising sun for a time before finally resigning himself to the targeting range for practice. With luck, no one else would be there, he felt bad enough about his shooting skills.
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Post by SHADOWMASTER89 on Jul 25, 2012 12:58:16 GMT -5
As Rick exited the building where the shooting range was set up he saw Marcus approaching from a distance and leaned against the wall to wait for him to get closer.
"Hey, Marcus, whats up buddy? Did you finally decide to stop missin zombies and actually try shootin at a target first?"
Rick was well known around the Haven colony for being a straight up jackass and he knew it as he stepped away from the wall and ran his hand through his untidy blonde hair.
"I certainly hope you're planning to try out that little pea shooter you always got with ya, 'cause from what I've seen you ain't ready to shoot a man's gun! ah ha! haha!"
"Rick!" A voice rang out from one of the sentries on the roof above. "Shut your pie hole and get your drunk ass home and sober up, before I mistake you for a frickin zombie!"
"Alright! Fine!" As Rick stumbled off towards the housing block the sentry looked back down at Marcus.
"Don't let that jackass get under your skin, a little target practice with any type of weapon would benefit everyone in this colony, carry on."
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Post by Fleetwolf on Sept 7, 2012 10:23:14 GMT -5
The sun had just cleared the horizon line when Tessa stepped out of her home and closed the door behind her, looking around at the calmness of the housing district at dawn. She did a few quick stretches before jogging slowly to the road, where she decided to head north today, picking up her pace and running as fast as she could sustain for an hour.
Having never been particularly comfortable with the idea of zombies, Tessa wanted to be sure that at the very least she was in top form should anything happen. Despite the early hour, she was feeling rather awake and energetic today. Maybe she would do an extra set of crunches or push-ups when she got back home.
A few people were out in the streets this morning, mostly people opening shops or tending animals. Some were just enjoying another relatively quiet day. When the quiet was disrupted, broken by the sound of gunshots, no one even seemed to notice. Everyone in the colony had grown used to the noises from the practice range or the wall, and often felt more secure because of them.
Tessa's route for today took her near the shooting range, although she took a small detour to avoid the clearly drunken man who was stumbling away toward the housing area. People like this, she had decided long ago, were better avoided than interacted with most of the time.
As she neared the practice range she thought at first that it was empty, before her gaze fell upon the lone young man who was focusing intently on the target before him. She decided to stop and watch for a few minutes, and stood silently so as not to break his concentration or startle him.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Jan 19, 2013 17:06:00 GMT -5
All of the shots had hit the target but few of them had actually managed to hit anywhere near the center, let alone in it. Marcus stared at it for a few minutes before setting down the practice weapon the range provided and walking away, looking at the ground as he went. As much as he'd like to believe his mind was too distracted, the fact was simply that he was a bad shot. It amazed him how often Russel tried to get him to enlist, but Haven could always use more volunteers to help ensure the colony's safety. They could even train him to help him steady his aim.
But he didn't want that. Following orders, getting shouted at by drill instructors, the misery it all was just wasn't for him. Life was bad enough in this world, one where most people had been transformed into undead abominations, and he wasn't ready yet to give up the few joys he had left.
Looking up, he saw one of those few joys; a young woman was watching him. But his surprise turned from joy into shame. She had to have seen him miss, and was probably laughing at him now for it.
"Oh, hey." He said as he came near. "Guess you saw that, huh?"
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Post by Fleetwolf on Aug 5, 2013 16:40:32 GMT -5
Tessa was standing with her arms crossed, observing the practice with calm interest, when the practicing marksman turned around. She watched his expression fall as he realized she'd witnessed his failed attempts at a bulls-eye.
"Don't feel too bad," she said. "I'm not so good with a handgun either. Maybe you should try a rifle or shotgun. I like them a lot better, although they are quite a bit more bulky than a pistol." She almost felt like adding more, but wasn't sure if the old cliche "practice makes perfect" was really necessary.
She gave him a small half-smile after she spoke, not wanting to appear too critical of him. Friendly conversation was hard to come by lately, and since the Outbreak Tessa had kept far more to herself than even she was used to. None of her friends from before the infection and made it to the Haven. But something about this young man reminded her of someone. Bringing this train of thought to an abrupt halt, she pushed that out of her head as fast as she could, and smiled again.
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Post by SHADOWMASTER89 on Mar 10, 2014 13:01:20 GMT -5
A group of soldiers outfitted with mercenary gear stood in an alley behind a building just on the other side of the Haven wall, several of them prying away pieces of sheet metal from a weak, rag-tag portion of the wall. "Hurry up with that hole men, before we get noticed." Said an older looking man with white hair in a grown out buzz cut, a scar down one side of his face and a cigar between his teeth.
"We're working as fast as we can Sarge." One of the soldiers working on the hole said.
"Well work faster, unless you want to be zombie chow." Sarge remarked.
Either end of the alley was guarded by other mercenaries, all with silenced assault rifles. A younger mercenary came quickly from around the front side of the building and walked up to Sarge. "We've got zombies closing in from around front sir, we've got ten minutes maybe before they box us in."
"Hmmm," Sarge remarked as he crossed his arms, blowing out a puff of smoke. "Ten minutes should be more than enough time if these little girls get done making that hole soon." He grumbled as he looked back at the other mercs.
"Sir, I don't understand how this is going to get us employed by Haven's mayor as the defense force for the colony, they already turned us down because of our reputation and what if they find out we were responsible for this?"
Sarge chuckled a bit. "It's really rather simple Garth, they won't find out it was us for starters and once this proves how incompetent the current Haven Defense Force is the mayor won't be left with much of a choice. Once the zombies swarm the colony a bit we'll swoop in and save their asses. The Haven Defense Force will look inept and we'll look like heros, simple as that."
"So you think the mayor will really buy that we had nothing to do with this?"
Sarge chuckled again. "What proof will he have? Not to mention alot of scared survivors that will be expecting him to do something more to ensure that they are safe. What can I say Garth, good help is very hard to find these days."
"Sarge we got the wall open," reported one of the other mercs.
"About damn time," Sarge remarked as he walked over to the hole. "Looks good, set the zombie bait and lets get the hell out of here."
The mercenaries layed out two unconcious Haven soldiers on the ground just inside the hole in the wall and then poured the 'zombie bait' consisting of fresh blood and entrails over them. Once the bait was set the mercenaries all quickly moved into the building adjacent to the alley and shut the door and barricaded it.
Sarge peered between the boards on one of the top floor windows at the ally below as zombies quickly moved into the alley, moving towards the hole. "Lunch time," he chuckled.
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