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Post by Masumi Haru on Jul 16, 2018 18:52:56 GMT
The S-10 was driving as hard as Masumi could push it. One who was now frantic as to what now just shattered her safety net like a mirror. She was getting use to with the feeling of being safe from what was going on, but it seems that the outbreak followed her to this once safe harbor. The screams, gun firing, cars either flooring it or crashing echoed inside of her mind, bouncing around like sounds in a cave. Masumi was just starting to open up to people and even was applying for jobs for more money. Reason was because she had thought nothing could happen to this peaceful city. But sadly, she was wrong. Horribly wrong in fact. Her blue eyes darted from one side of the road to the other as she watched out for frantic people trying to flee or for any of those things. Her knuckles were white from her having a very tight grip on the steering wheel. Like a leaf in a tree, she was shaking as she shifted gears to pick up as much speed as she could to try and get out of there. Looking at the rear view mirror, she saw the city growing smaller and could see smoke bellowing up into the night time skies above them all. Bam.Bam.Bam....Bam pierced the shrouds of her mind as she began to remember seeing Jake with three of those things on top of him. How they were tearing his skin and taking chunks of his body and were chewing on them. Th pain and fear in his eyes as he silently pleaded for help as he looked up at her. She had put a bullet into his head to end his suffering and from becoming one of those things. If she hadn’t rushed to show him what she was so fast, she figured he would probably would still be alive. But no, now he was dead and there was no changing that fate now. Guilt and fear was fueling her to go as she went around a turn sharply. Shifting again as she was now going up a slight incline with her foot going fully down. Masumi’s heart was pounding so hard in her chest, that when her mind came to focus on the road, a deer jumped out infront of her. Yanking the wheel to one side and then cutting back around, the truck swerved around the deer and swung around it. The tail o the bed slammed into a tree that was along the road causing the front of the truck to violently swing back around and began to go down the side of this hill.
The pick up truck began to tumble down the hill in a rapid roll. Her things that were in the bed flung out littering the ground of water bottles, canned foods, fresh fruits and vegetables along with medical supplies from the over the shelf store supplies she purchased. Closing her eyes, she lowered her self as best as she could and wrapped her arms over her head trying to keep herself safe. Her and the vehicle rolled right in through the side of a building that looked to be a lodge of some sorts. Now in the building and laying on what was left of the roof of the truck, her arms hung down. Groaning came from her as she reached up to her waist and grabbed her knife. Pulling it out of its sheath, she cut the lap belt and she fell down to the broken glass covered steel roof. Jolts of pain coursed throughout her body from cuts, slashes from the broken glass and her left shoulder and arm was limp and very painful. She bit down on her lower lip as she wanted to cry out in pain. Slowly looking down to her shoulder, she could see that it was dislocated. Grabbing her handgun, she crawled slowly out of the cab of the truck through the smashed window of the driver side door. Turning her head slowly around, she saw that this place was some sort of ski lodge and didn’t see anybody there. It was dark inside except for the lights from the truck lighting up the room she was inside of. This wasn’t her day at all as she crawled a little more until she reached a couch. Using it, she used her right arm to help herself up and sat down onto it. Her left arm hit the arm of the furniture and that’s when she screamed out loud from the pain. Gasping for air, she pushed herself up and looked herself over again. There was cuts and lacerations over her arms, legs and parts of her torso from the glass hitting her and from her being banged around in the cab. “That...fucking...deer...” she whispered to herself while resting her head back on the head rest of the couch breathing fast. Her eyes explored a bit as they looked around until she heard glass breaking under the weight of feet. Looking back towards the wrecked vehicle, she saw something walking into the building. Lifting up the gun, she aimed towards the spot. Then, she saw what it was. It was the damn deer that caused her to wreck. Narrowing her eyes, she squeezed the trigger and one 9mm round blasted out and struck the deer in the head. It’s body jerked upwards and began to spasm about. “....fucking bitch...you made me wreck...ow ow ow....”
Her body hurt more in droves that caused her to lay down on the couch as the pain was causing her field of vision to blur a bit. Her gun slid out of her weaken grip and fell to the ground by her feet. Slowly, her eyes slowly closed shut as she was trying to fight the pain and to keep her eyes open. But it was a battle that couldn’t have been won. Blood slowly seeped through her clothing, ran down her limbs and dripped down onto the floor and was soaking into the couch where she laid. Accepting the darkness in her vision, she felt the air going over her skin and wounds. It was a cool breeze, but the wounds stung like many bee stings were happening at once. Even though she had blacked out, she whimpered a bit from the pain while laying there.
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Post by Sarah Lyell on Jul 16, 2018 21:29:05 GMT
(Above & Beyond) Light turn the candle
I spark one for me
Let it float on the water
Right down to the sea
You draw back your curtain
A wavy goodbye
Lift up your arms
And look up to the sky
To the sky! .....
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Sitting on one of the lower terraces, Sarah Lyell watched the valley below; off in the distance there were a few tendrils of smoke still rising but it had all become part of the background of the past two months for her. Looking over towards the mansion everyone was staying at, Sarah was immensely grateful - and glad - that Hannah Lerios, Deep Canyon's drummer, owned this place so close to the hustle and bustle of Salt Lake City but across the mountains from the chaos the city - hell, the region, she mused - was probably still going through, two months after the world seemed to fall apart all at once. Taking a moment to grab her binoculars, Sarah began to scan the area across the valley from the mansion when she - and everyone else on guard - heard what sounded like a loud crash down the valley; quickly scanning the area where she thought the crash occurred in, Sarah could hear one of the roadies over the radio call out, "I see it...I see the crash site!" "Where, Knoxville?" Sarah asked. "Where, dammit?" "Go down to where the valley's at its' lowest point and then come back up the access road; looks like the truck rolled down and...I got a survivor!" he called out. That woke Sarah up; scrambling up to her feet, she dusted herself off and scrambled down onto the garage level, pausing to scan the valley and access road once more. Catching sight of the crash, Sarah - now down on the tarmac in front of the garage, whose doors were opening up - ran over to the garage, lever action slung over her shoulder. "Hannah, I'm taking the Tundra out!" Sarah called out as she climbed aboard, the rest of the band and crew beginning to gather. "What do you want us to do, Sis?" Tamara asked, her own lever action slung over her shoulder. "Stay here and watch over us, okay?" Sarah said, motioning for two of their roadies - Brandon "Bam" Cole and Dave England - to climb aboard the back of the Tundra; once they were aboard, Sarah said, "Watch our asses, Tamara," peeling out of the garage and down the access road before her or anyone else could say a word edgewise... |
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Post by Tamara Lyell on Jul 17, 2018 1:42:59 GMT
"What do you want us to do, Sis?" Tamara asked, her own lever action slung over her shoulder.
"Stay here and watch over us, okay?" Sarah said, motioning for two of their roadies - Brandon "Bam" Cole and Dave England - to climb aboard the back of the Tundra; once they were aboard, Sarah said, "Watch our asses, Tamara," peeling out of the garage and down the access road before her or anyone else could say a word edgewise...
Shaking her head, Tamara - dressed in a light tan jacket, two-tone green striped shirt and cargo pants - rushed upstairs to the ground floor and all-but-ran to the terrace, turning the tripod-standing telescope Hannah kept there until she got it focused and had it aimed right at Sarah as she headed down the mountain. Watching as her twin sister headed down the mountain, Tamara couldn't help but think of the past year and the tensions that had built up in Deep Canyon, particularly between the Sisters Lyell; the tensions had been principally over the direction the band wanted to take following the success of their 2016 album Perfect Strangers. Tamara Lyell, along with bassist Elise Diefenbaker, wanted to add more of a blues rock tinge to the band's music, while Sarah Lyell - a perfectionist to the core - wanted to keep the band's hard rock edge. Although the tensions had been there, bubbling up slowly, they hadn't yet exploded and Tamara - with advice from the band's keyboardist and drummer - had backed down a bit, recording "Different World" as a peace offering to Sarah; in turn, Sarah had given her assent to Tamara working on "Medicine Man" for what should've been their next album, aptly named Who Do We Think We Are...
...which we'd be working on right now if the undead hadn't taken over, Tamara glumly thought, watching her twin sister through the scope and keeping a keen eye on her. Come on, Sis, get down there and get back up here, she whispered, thinking that the sooner Sarah got down there and back, the better...
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Post by Mercy Lockheart on Jul 17, 2018 2:21:55 GMT
It was night time, so Mercy had her two firearms strapped to herself and was going around the property and sadly for tonight, she was teamed up with Knoxville who was asking her questions like, ‘Why the hell are you single?!?’ While he did this, she simply shrugged her shoulders until they split up to cover more ground. For the last two months and thankfully that there was still service, she had been keeping in touch with her parents to make sure they were alright. Taking out her cellphone, she tried calling them. It rang a few times and then went to the answering machine. “Hey mom and Dad, was calling to check in with you two. You guys are probably asleep. I’ll call you guys in the morning. Night, love and miss you two.” Then pressed the end phone call button. Sliding her phone back into her pocket, she kept on with her patrol. With a walker clipped to her belt behind her, she came around at the middle where her and Knoxville were to meet up...but he wasn’t there. Grabbing her Walker, she was about to call him out until he called out an accident was seen. Climbing up the hill, she listened to what Knoxville had said as to where to look. She could see the headlights from afar as the vehicle looked in bad shape and was inside of it on its roof. Since she didn’t have a scope or binoculars, she couldn’t see the survivor, but Knoxville called that out too that he saw a survivor moving about at the wreckage. With her rifle slung over her shoulder and neck, she ran back towards the house. Going I through the back, she went sprinting for her room. Going to the closet, she grabbed her bag. Picking it up, she heard Sarah Lyell over the radio saying that she was taking the tundra. Looking as if she was struck down by disbelief, she saw from her one window the tundra tearing out of the garage. “Not a great idea to rush towards the crash site without the train medical personnel.” Mercy said lightly to herself.
Rushing through the house, she ran out onto the terrace to see that she wasn’t going to be alone out here, Tamara was already at the tripod looking through it. Walking lightly up next to her, she set her bag down and heard Tamara whispering. Pulling the mini 14 off from her back, she knelt down and placed the front of the rifle onto the terraces hand rail. Adjust the rear iron sights as best as she could, Mercy said lightly to Tamara. “No need to worry, she’s got how many riding....we’ll...holding on for dear life on the back of the tundra. Surprised she didn’t try to take the Bronco...more room and easier to drive that thing on hills then the tundra. Not to mention how many eyes here are watching their rears?” Turning her eyes to look up at Tamara with a smile on her face and said. “So please don’t worry, they all will be back before you know it...” Resting her cheek against the steel folding stock and kept her eye looking through the iron loop of the sights. Moving the rifle from side to side, she kept an eye out for the undead. Reaching down for her radio, she had seen they were pulling up to the crash site. Pressing in the button, she would say to Sarah. “Wasn’t a good idea to drive without me there Sarah....so I’ll let you guys know what to do Step by Step if the person or people are hurt down there.” Setting the radio down onto the hand rail, Mercy kept her focus on looking around the area while flipping the safety off on the rifle that made the clicking sound stating, 8ready to fire.’
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Post by Masumi Haru on Jul 17, 2018 2:47:01 GMT
Her eyes began to flicker open weakly as she heard the sound of a vehicle driving pretty fast towards her location. Pushing herself up with a groan and painful help from her left arm that laid in her lap. Looking at the floor, she saw her handgun and picked it up while forcing herself to her feet. Moving carefully towards her truck, she knelt down holstering her handgun in its holster and reached into the cab. Feeling around as she kept an eye on the vehicle, now clearly a truck coming at her. She felt her hand brush over her bag and grabbed it. Pulling it out and quickly moving back into the lodge. Going behind another couch, she unzipped the hiking bag and pulled out her UMP with its foldable stock. Grimacing a bit, she unfolded the stock and placed the foregrip on the other side of the couch with the clip against the back of the couch. Positioning the Submachine gun to face towards her wrecked truck, her thumb flip the firing mode from single shot to full auto. She was breathing hard as she waited. Every second felt like an eternity while kneeling down.
Sweat began to form and bead down her skin with her skin now looking pale. Her index finger rested on the trigger when she heard the truck outside come to a stop. Listening carefully, she heard three sets of movement. So there was three people looking for. She thought to herself. Her breathing was coming and going at a long but fast pace with her body feeling weaker and weaker with each moment going past her. These people were either going to attack and rob her, or they saw the crash and came to help. But what were the odds of them being there to help her? 40-60 ratio? Maybe 50-50 chance of best case scenario. Spitting on the ground, she would keep herself in the darkness of the building as she called out and others could hear her voice that it sounded a bit broken, Asian and weak. “W-who...are you...three? State...your intentions or...I shoot...”
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Post by Tamara Lyell on Jul 17, 2018 21:36:07 GMT
Rushing through the house, she ran out onto the terrace to see that she wasn’t going to be alone out here, Tamara was already at the tripod looking through it. Walking lightly up next to her, she set her bag down and heard Tamara whispering. Pulling the mini 14 off from her back, she knelt down and placed the front of the rifle onto the terraces hand rail. Adjust the rear iron sights as best as she could, Mercy said lightly to Tamara. “No need to worry, she’s got how many riding....we’ll...holding on for dear life on the back of the tundra. Surprised she didn’t try to take the Bronco...more room and easier to drive that thing on hills then the tundra. Not to mention how many eyes here are watching their rears?” Turning her eyes to look up at Tamara with a smile on her face and said. “So please don’t worry, they all will be back before you know it...”
"I know, Mercy, I know," Tamara whispered as she kept an eye on Sarah and the others, "but you know Sarah: she's a "rush to the sound of the guns" kind of person, which most times is a good thing. I just wish she didn't do it every time but that's the Sarah I grew up with and know. Anything ever happens to her and I don't know if I could go on...," Tamara said, her voice trailing off as she continued watching the road below them. Her statement wasn't hyperbole either; for all the tension and troubles between sisters Tamara and Sarah Lyell, both within Deep Canyon and without, Tamara also knew that there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for her twin and that worked both ways."Hey, it could be worse, babe," Tamara added, glancing over at Mercy. "We could be in the middle of winter and this place gets lots of snow and wintry weather...maybe not as much as the Great Plains or the Canadian Prairies but still...," her voice trailing off again as she refocused her watch over Sarah and the others...
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Post by Sarah Lyell on Jul 17, 2018 21:47:08 GMT
“Wasn’t a good idea to drive without me there Sarah....so I’ll let you guys know what to do Step by Step if the person or people are hurt down there.”
Chuckling as she heard Mercy's voice over the radio, Sarah picked up the radio and replied, "Copy. Sorry for the rush down but the noise of that crash will attract walkers anywhere nearby, so the sooner we can get down here and back up to you guys, the happier I'll be...and tell Sis not to fret her locks off; I'll be fine," setting down the radio as the three of them - Sarah, Bam and Dave (England) - got to the crash site, slowing down and pulling to a stop, Sarah making sure the vehicle was facing back up the access road so that they could leave faster. Climbing out of the cab, Sarah slung her lever-action over her shoulder and began moving quickly over to the crash site, keeping a stern eye on everything around them... Sweat began to form and bead down her skin with her skin now looking pale. Her index finger rested on the trigger when she heard the truck outside come to a stop. Listening carefully, she heard three sets of movement. So there was three people looking for. She thought to herself. Her breathing was coming and going at a long but fast pace with her body feeling weaker and weaker with each moment going past her. These people were either going to attack and rob her, or they saw the crash and came to help. But what were the odds of them being there to help her? 40-60 ratio? Maybe 50-50 chance of best case scenario. Spitting on the ground, she would keep herself in the darkness of the building as she called out and others could hear her voice that it sounded a bit broken, Asian and weak. “W-who...are you...three? State...your intentions or...I shoot...”
Seeing a vague shape nearby - or more precisely, hearing a vague shape, given the darkness and all - Sarah motioned for the others to stand at ease, taking a few moments to strike a chemical flare and set it down along the curb to give everyone added light, a necessity in the dark conditions. "Relax, relax," Sarah said quietly, holding her hands up and in front of her to show that her and the others meant no hostile intent towards the Asian woman in front of them. "My name's Sarah Lyell; I, the other two standing alongside me and a bunch others live up the access road in that mansion along the hillside," pointing back up the hillside. "We heard your crash and rushed down here to see if you were injured or needed any help; that's all we're here for," holding her hand out for the woman to grasp whilst keeping an eye on everything going on around them in case bad guys - or walkers - crashed the party.
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Post by Mercy Lockheart on Jul 18, 2018 19:27:52 GMT
The group made it down to the house and Sarah did her response about her needing to get there fast and that she wanted Tamara to know not to worry over her so much. Sliding her eyes towards Tamara’s direction, she whispered to her. “Told you, don’t worry.” Reaching her hand, she picked up the radio and pressed her thumb down on the button. “Will do, but she is standing beside me looking down at you guys, beat me to the telescope...hold on...” she moved her head away just enough to make it sound like she had turned her head to talk to Tamara while holding the button down. “What’s that...you want me to say what?...your serious?....you want me to tell Sarah that there is a Stain on the back of her pants and that the truck she had just parked is off keel to it’s port side by ten degrees and that it’s crooked to starboard by 4 degrees?....wow...um...ok then....yeah, you do have a good eye for detail and a natural talent to observation.....wait a minute....why are you staring at her butt for?...because the stain is bothering?....giiiirl...you got issues....sure, I’ll give you a massage later....” Mercy then let go of the button and set the radio back down to where she had it before. Smiling brightly, she placed her cheek against the steel folding stock and kept an on the group. Swiveling the barrel from side to side, Mercy then said to Tamara with humor in the tone of her voice. “Well...that should keep Sarah wondering for a bit and maybe worry about a possible unknown stain on the back of her pants.”
Her eyes adjusted as she watched Sarah from the distance put up a flare which burned brightly and made her have to wince her eye for a moment or two. Then she noticed how Sarah was standing and signaled the two roadies down there with her and then moved her hands up and moved towards something inside of the building. “What do you see down there? I can’t see anything past Sarah...whoever it is...they might be armed for Sarah to be now busting on in that place and making herself known like the time at City Plaza in New York a few months ago. I mean, I understand she has more say over a lot of things in the group and that she wants to make a statement about her looks...hell...both of you have great bodies and wonderful personalities and I would be flaunting that stuff too if I looked half as good as you two.... but it feels to me and don’t quote me....but it seems she was trying to...I don’t know...be noticed maybe? Like she was hoping someone would sweep her off her feet or something....I don’t know...guess Im just babbling because of the nerves...” Mercy turns red in the cheeks as she was still kneeling there on her right knee.
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Her eyes grimiest a bit when the chemical flare as it shined partially into the room and shined across half of her face. Narrowing her left eye a bit, she kept her stare on the female who was standing a little closer then what Masumi really wanted her to be at. Hearing her name and t9 the why they were there, she slowly looked down at Sarah’s hand as it was extended to her. Looking at it for a couple of moments, she turned her gaze back towards her face. Thinking to herself as to what she was going to do and her odds since there was theee of them to her oneself. Seeing as she was out numbered and her not knowing what they all were armed with, she also had to take into consideration that she did mention there was others further up the hill. Frowning a bit, she slowly stood up from being behind the couch. Slinging the UMP as best as she could with her only working hand and groaning a bit as the strap settled against her shoulder. Hitting her lower lip, she picked up her back pack and slung it onto her good shoulder and moved around the couch. Masumi was now in plain sight with her left arm hanging limp to her side and was bruising dark purples and almost black.
“My name...is Masumi Haru. Fleeing from...” She stumbles slightly as she was about to say where she was coming from and slid her feet outwards slightly to get her balance again. Raising her right hand, she grabbed onto a beam and said. “Woooh...lost a bit of blood and must have hit my head pretty hard...” Her eyes fell on her truck and gotten an actual good look of her truck. It was badly damaged and a lot of her water bottles, cans of food, some of her clothes on the ground leading up to the building they were in. A sight came from her as she just looked at everything that she would need to clean up before they had gotten ruined by people or those things. Shaking her head, Masumi walked over towards the opening and used her right side to lean against the wall until she reached the opening from the truck. Reaching down slowly, she grabbed a handful of her clothing and looked at the two guys with lever actions who same with Sarah.
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Post by Tamara Lyell on Jul 19, 2018 0:45:26 GMT
Keeping a keen eye on Sarah and the others as they approached the area of the crash site down the mountain from them, Tamara listened to Mercy's radio shenanigans and chuckled quietly... “Will do, but she is standing beside me looking down at you guys, beat me to the telescope...hold on...” she moved her head away just enough to make it sound like she had turned her head to talk to Tamara while holding the button down. “What’s that...you want me to say what?...your serious?....you want me to tell Sarah that there is a Stain on the back of her pants and that the truck she had just parked is off keel to it’s port side by ten degrees and that it’s crooked to starboard by 4 degrees?....wow...um...ok then....yeah, you do have a good eye for detail and a natural talent to observation.....wait a minute....why are you staring at her butt for?...because the stain is bothering?....giiiirl...you got issues....sure, I’ll give you a massage later....”
"Good lord," Tamara whispered, smiling broadly and looking over at Mercy. "You are bad, girl," Tamara said slyly, imagining just what Sarah was probably doing as she heard the call out over the radio. "Remind me, Mercy, to tell you the practical joke we played on Sarah on our first Asian tour; without spoiling it, it involves a life-sized doll; the joke itself was played on her the night before we played at the Budokan..." her voice trailing away as she returned her focus to watching the unfolding action down below...
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Post by Sarah Lyell on Jul 19, 2018 0:55:25 GMT
Ignoring the radio joke, Sarah didn't give it much thought except for a silent yeah, yeah, what stains; does Mercy forget that I wear black clothes most everyday? This wasn't hyperbole either: from her first concert performances, Sarah Lyell's wardrobe, both on and off-stage, consisted of mostly black or very dark-colored clothing; it was the very rare occasion that she would wear any color lighter than say, blue/black. Adjusting her sight to the harshness of the chem sticks tossed around to provide them light, Sarah watched as the woman - a strangely beautiful Asian woman despite the bruising and injuries - approached and introduced herself... “My name...is Masumi Haru. Fleeing from...” She stumbles slightly as she was about to say where she was coming from and slid her feet outwards slightly to get her balance again. Raising her right hand, she grabbed onto a beam and said. “Woooh...lost a bit of blood and must have hit my head pretty hard...”
Rushing over to keep her from falling to the floor, Sarah whispered to her, "Easy, babe...easy; come on, get up....get up, get up!" motioning to both Bam and England to help her. "Bam, go get the truck and start it up; Dave, come over and help her stay on her feet," pausing to whisper to Masumi, "We're gonna' get you out of here and get you fixed up, alright? Alright? Good, now just put your arm around Dave there and we'll get out here and back up the mountain...," before pausing again and saying, "Dave, forget what I said; I'll help Masumi along here. Ever play Stamps football, Dave?"
When he shook his head no, Sarah continued. "Its' like Raider Football; big guy blocks for the runner to the end zone; truck's the end zone, your the big guy and Masumi and I are the runner; now get going!" Looking over to Masumi, she added, "Come on, Masumi, one foot in front of the other, one foot in..there you go, there you go..."
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Post by Mercy Lockheart on Jul 19, 2018 12:35:35 GMT
She had heard how Tamara had just called her a bad girl. Grinning, Mercy replied to her comment. “Eh, Every now and then when I get the chance. If we don’t have humor, then what chance did we have for humanity to survive for the years to come? They use to say humor was the best medicine.” With a slow movement of her right arm, the rifle turned with the slow speed of her arm turning as she tried to scan through the darkness, but that was a hard thing to do without additional lighting or without a night time scope such as Nightvision. Then Tamara told her to remind her to tell her the joke they played on Sarah during their Asia tour. Aiming the rifle had stopped when she heard about a life size doll was involved. Turning her head, she looked at Tamara. “Please....don’t tell me you guys put a...life looking p...sex doll in her room...” But it did make her think though. If it was a female doll, then she could see her and the doll alone...but if it was male...she could have had a makeshift weapon to hit everyone of the band members with. Shaking her head with a smile, she looked down the iron sights again as she saw movement going on down at the crash site. Bam was getting in the truck while Sarah was helping someone. “What can you see through the scope? I can just make out Sarah helping the person out of the building and might have a slight limp...and it’s a...she?” Pushing herself up onto her feet, Mercy felt from the knee down was tingling from lack of blood flowing through that section of the limb. Rubbing her leg a bit, she slung the rifle and then picked up her medical bag. Patting Tamara on the shoulder, she would say to her while clipping her radio back onto her hip. “Well, I best find somewhere to treat our guest and for them to rest up at. Catch you around.”
Turning, she walked off from the terrace since there was enough firepower aiming down the hill that her rifle wouldn’t have made a difference depending on what was coming towards them. With sheer number scale, then maybe since she had the rifle with a clip. Walking through the house, she was trying to figure out where she was going to put her at since almost all of the bedrooms were already taken since she treated anyone who had gotten injured in their own rooms so that it made it easier for them to get rest depending on how badly hurt they were. Sighing to herself, she went to her own room. Grabbing her case cause she didn’t bother to unpack it and slid it out of the room. Pulling the heavy comforter down with the blanket sheet, then placed her medical bag on top of the bed. Opening it up, she began to take out the cleaning wipes, gauze bandages and even gauze wrappings. Getting out all the supplies she needed, she reached in and grabbed out a pair of blue thin rubber gloves. With them on, she pulled her hair into a ponytail and stood up. Walking out of the room, she picked up her suitcase and set it off to the side. It was now a waiting game as to how long it would take Sarah and the group to get their injured guest up here for Mercy to treat. Leaning against the door frame, she crossed her arms together and looked down at the floor just thinking to herself and even da dreaming slightly while keeping her senses open for if someone was walking towards her, she would hear them. Reaching down, she took out her radio and said into it. “Sarah, once you and the others get back, bring our guest up to my old room. I’ll take a look over up here since there is privacy. Already have my medical supplies ready. What can you tell me about her injuries that she has?”
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Post by Masumi Haru on Jul 19, 2018 13:52:58 GMT
After picking up some of her clothing off the ground, she felt an arm going around her. It was a subtle surprise that caused her to jerk her head to see it was just Sarah trying to help her out. Hearing what she was whispering, she raised an eyebrow when she had heard a certain word. “Babe?” Masumi thought of Jake and how he ended up. All because he found out that she was once a guy Nd still had her...plumbing from those days early on in her life. She said lightly, “Thise that get close to me...end up dead...” Moving, they stepped outside as Sarah was giving out orders. The guy named Dave at first nodded his head to help her and went to her left side since Sarah had the right. When he grabbed her left arm and began to raise it, Masumi began to make a painful noise as she bit down on her lower lip with tears forming in the eyes. He quickly let go of her arm and her arm just flopped back down to her side. Having her left arm dislocated sucked so much cause at any moment, it would throb even more if something touched and moved it. The plan changed as Masumi listened to it and just looked at how Sarah pretty much told him to lead the way to the back of the truck. With the years she has been in the United States, not once did she ever understand why people here referenced to things to do with football. Taking one step at a time, her right arm resting over Sarah’s figure, blood began to run down her arm and began to drip down onto Sarah’s black clothing in the back. Before the tailbed was opened and they reached it, she took her right arm and grasped it and placed her left shoulder against the cold steel of the tailgate. Taking in a few deep breaths and letting them out fast, she tilted herself to go up and rammed her body against her shoulder. The transgender Japanese woman yelled out at first and then clutched her jaws shut as a popping sound was heard.
Masumi has set her shoulder back into place and it was very painful. Backing up slightly, she lifted her left arm on its own and rolled her arm a few times. Grabbing the tailgate, she pulled herself up and over it. Dropping her hiking bag down onto the bed of the truck, she unzipped it and placed the clothing in her right hand inside the bag. Her left shoulder was going to be sore for a while, but it was useable now. Slowly, she sat down and put her back against the cab of the truck and unslung her UMP and set it on her lap as she sat there. Breathing slowly, she looked round the area keeping an eye out for anything that didn’t really belonged there or was out of place. Laying her head back against the pane of glass that separated her on the outside and the person called Bam who was inside the cab of the truck. Slowly, her eyes began to close shut feeling like they were weights baring down on her and eventually, they did shut again and she fell asleep. Her body was to exhausted to even try and fight the sleep. The initial adrenaline had worn off and the possible threat of these people being enemies was now a thing of the past. Masumi didn’t care right now. The only thing she wanted was to sleep.
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Post by Tamara Lyell on Jul 20, 2018 1:26:17 GMT
"Oh, yeah, you're a bad girl, Mercy," Tamara quipped as it kinda dawned on Mercy just what kind of practical joke they'd played on Sarah during Deep Canyon's Asia Tour around the time of their Budokan concert, "and for the record, it was a male life-size doll that was placed in Sarah's bed the night before we played at the Budokan. If you watch the concert video from that night, Sarah is playing with a fire she kept inside of her for live shows but part of it, Mercy, was that she was pissed over it and was using the bottled-up emotions from that to play her Fender Strat....when she asked us who put the doll in her bed, I shrugged and said, "Weren't any of us, Sis," to which she came back, "I coulda' hit you with my guitar over it," to which Kelsey, our keyboardist, chimed in saying, "You could've but Tam's night stand is long that that Strat, Sarah.
"That calmed her down; it wasn't the words, though, Mercy, it was the tone of the Vicar's Daughter - what we call Kelsey backstage and on the road - that calmed her down," pausing as Mercy told her she was going to prep one of the rooms for their mystery guest... Pushing herself up onto her feet, Mercy felt from the knee down was tingling from lack of blood flowing through that section of the limb. Rubbing her leg a bit, she slung the rifle and then picked up her medical bag. Patting Tamara on the shoulder, she would say to her while clipping her radio back onto her hip. “Well, I best find somewhere to treat our guest and for them to rest up at. Catch you around.”
"Alright," Tamara replied, smiling and giving Mercy a kiss before returning her focus on Sarah and the others as they made their way back up the hill towards the mansion, anxious to get everyone back inside for the night and to see who their new guest was. Come on, guys, get back up here, she whispered...
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Post by Sarah Lyell on Jul 20, 2018 17:24:15 GMT
"C'mon, Masmui, c'mon, I got you, I got you," Sarah whispered as they walked - well, Sarah walked, Masumi leaning on her for support but walking nonetheless - as they got back to the Tundra, still parked where they'd left it earlier. "We moved it back around straight, Sarah," England said, causing Sarah to growl quietly and reply, "It was fine where it was," her voice trailing into a quiet chuckle, shaking her head at the thought that Mercy, back up at the mansion, had gotten another one over on her... Masumi has set her shoulder back into place and it was very painful. Backing up slightly, she lifted her left arm on its own and rolled her arm a few times. Grabbing the tailgate, she pulled herself up and over it. Dropping her hiking bag down onto the bed of the truck, she unzipped it and placed the clothing in her right hand inside the bag. Her left shoulder was going to be sore for a while, but it was useable now. Slowly, she sat down and put her back against the cab of the truck and unslung her UMP and set it on her lap as she sat there.
Climbing up to join her in the back of the Tundra, Sarah sat down, catching her breath and wiping the sweat off her brow as she banged the back of the cab to let Bam know they were ready to go. Looking over at Masumi, Sarah gingerly hugged her and whispered, "Hey, you're going to be just fine, Masumi, okay....okay?" giving her a quiet stare as Masumi quietly fell asleep; the whole drive back up to the mansion, Sarah sat right next to her, brushing a few stray hairs away from Masumi's face and simply letting her sleep and gather her strength for the ride back up the hill...
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Post by Daniel Robinson on Jul 25, 2018 12:54:07 GMT
The radios inside of Hannah and Daniel’s room were turned down on low so that the couple could sleep in peace’s, even though Daniel did this almost every night. When Daniel falls asleep, she tends to be a heavy sleeper and usually could sleep through almost everything. Her left arm was draped over Hannah’s waist as they slept tighter in the same bed. It was moments like this that made living all the worth the while. Daniel was relaxed and cuddled with Hannah as everything was going on. It wasn’t until she heard someone running at full sprint by their bedroom door that caused Danny to slowly wake up now being groggy. “Gaaah...who the hell is running around at this hour?” Rolling to the edge of the bed, she thought it was spot on...until there was a thud and her groaning to herself. She had rolled off the bed in her over sized night shirt that was a regular T-shirt and her underwear. “Uuuuuuugh” came from her as she slowly sat up and pushed herself up onto her feet. Once up, she simply put on her mechanic jumpsuit, socks and her boots. Strapping her handgun to her side, she groggily walked to their bedroom door and slipped out. Rubbing her eyes a bit, she could hear the movement of feet and even saw Mercy prepping her bedroom into what looked like an er room. Going to the door frame, she leaned on it. “So what’s the easy Mercy? Someone get hurt or something?” Mercy turned to look at Daniel and said, “Well...a pickup truck had gotten into an accident with only one person reported to be taken from it. All by the access road and also...the building down there has the truck inside of it...with a massive hole and all.” Mercy explained and began to set up a tarp on the floor and onto the bed to cover from any blood to ruin anything. “Injuries haven’t been reported back yet, so I have to assume the worse.”, “You always assume the worst Mercedes. Like the time Tamara and Sarah were fighting like they usually do about band matters, you thought it was a full scale war going on between the two of them. Or the time I had cut my hand on a piece of car metal...you got there ready to cut the hand off by the wrist. So you need to take it back a few notches girl. If a little blood gets on anything, it can be cleaned up. Better get the ol’ Dodge ready to get that truck out. Cya around Miss Coyote.” Tapping the door frame a bit, Danny pushed herself off and headed out rocking her hips from side to side.
Unzipping the top half of her suit, she wiggles her torso out and tied it around her waist. Going down the stairs and straight towards the garage she went. Opening the door to it, she went to her truck as the garage door was still open and tire marks on the flooring. Throwing her hands up, she just went to her truck and got her towing chains ready. Hooking them to the bed gate of her work truck, she took her gloves out of the back pocket of her suit and slipped them on. Climbing up into the bed of her truck, she began to go through her tools to make sure she has everything needed in case she had to do some fixes right there on the spot like a fuel line leaking. Wouldn’t want a fire to start. Thinking a bit, she stood up and scanned her eyes across the bed until she realized what it was that she was forgetting. Jumping off, she went to corner of the garage where she stored bags of sand in burlap sacks. Picking one each hand, she lifted them up with a grunt and carried them and tossed them into the back of her truck. After a few steps and opening the driver side door, she slid inside and fired up the heavy Diesel engine. Grabbing the CB mic, she pushed in the button and said. “Knoxville, when Sarah and crew are pull up to the house, need you to ride shotgun with me to get that vehicle out.” Shifting it into first gear, she drove the truck out of the garage. Reaching up to her rear view mirror where there was a small device with a button that either opens or closes the garage doors and pressed the button. The doors camels down as she drove out of the way to make sure the Tundra had room to pull around. With her truck out of the way, she put it into neutral and put on her e brake so the truck was now parked. Yawning a bit, Danny stretched her arms and then got relaxed in her seat as she waited.
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The Living Dead
A pandemic has over taken the world and the dead now rule the majority of the planet. You either join others and have safety in numbers or go it alone and try to survive. Friends turn into enemies and somes more.
Stronghold Stats
| Harper Creek Survivors
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♂ 02
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♀ 02
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| CDC
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♂ 00
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♀ 00
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| B.H.R.T San Diego
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♂ 02
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♀ 00
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| Forrest Ranch
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♂ 01
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♀ 01
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| Canyon Refuge
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♂ 00
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♀ 08
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| Wyoming National Park
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♂ 04
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♀ 04
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| Pope bunker Complex
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♂ 03
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♀ 03
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| The Kingdom
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♂ 05
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♀ 05
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| Homeless survivors
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♂ 10
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♀ 10
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| Survivor total
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♂ 22
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♀ 28
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credits
The Living Dead was created by Danielle Fisher. Content is copyrighted to The Living Dead unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney.
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