((It isn't going to be a problem for much longer))
Rico flips on the T.V. The news is on and it's talking about some people going mad and attacking others in the streets. What the hell?
That's right Chris, people seem to have gone mad and... OH MY GOD! HELP! The reporter is being attacked and so is the camera crew. You see a face that looks like it's dead. Then the feed stops, and all you see and hear is the Anchorman saying Rachel over and over. _________________
"He finds you when you're sleeping, and when the daylight fades..."
((If you are easily offended by racist opinions, I insist you read no further to save yourself unnecessary agitation. This is a part of my character, and I’m not going to shy away from it for the sake of politically correct execution of this work of literature. Please, do not associate the opinions of the author with any expressed by the character. Thanks.))
Mathew Everton swallowed a belch and suppressed a grimace. Something told him his body wasn't so happy about his attempts to drown any emotions still clinging to his bedraggled mind. He snorted at that thought and ended up coughing around phlegm. Emotions suck, was his conclusion, and as though to prove his point he took another swig of the… actually he wasn’t really sure what drink he had ordered this time. It tasted- well it didn’t really matter how it tasted. It burned as it went down, and that was what he wanted, demanded actually, from his beverages; anything that would promise him the sweet release of drunken bliss.
Viewed from outside, the life of this Mathew Everton could be described rather efficiently by a single statement: coming rapidly to its end. This observation, although bleak would prove in the days ahead to be very true. Mathew’s work had been his life, his purpose for allowing the continuance of his existence amongst the other inhabitants of the city he had grown to both love and hate. Called to the construction business, Mathew “Boulder” Everton was a man who thrived under the pressures of contracts and the harsh conditions at the job site. They were what kept him going through the pain that had inevitably come his way over the years and had, in fact, changed him thoroughly. He no longer resembled many people’s vision of beauty. His arms, his hands, his head, his right leg… they all bore testament to his dedication, and no amount of hardship could keep him from getting behind a jackhammer or a welding torch. None, that is… except for unemployment.
A resounding clunk broke through the fog clouding Mathew’s brain, and it wasn’t until a few seconds later that he realized the noise had originated from the drained mug held between his own sausage-like fingers. He stared at the mug, watching the remnants of the mysterious liquid he had downed making their way down the side just to pool up at the bottom in a miniature lake. The drink seemed so calm, so unbothered by its surroundings, the events of the world. This bothered Mathew, and the longer he glared at the glass the more it swirled back at him, like it was mocking him.
The glass wouldn’t be the first to mock him. Perhaps it was the most open about it, but definitely not the first. Mathew collected his half-present thoughts and took a short trip down memory lane. He was walking out of AB&Y Construction headquarters. The flash of pink in his hand. The faces of the Mexican workers walking in, jabbering away in their stupid language. He knew why they were there. He knew who they were. And he knew they were to blame. The walk from the office was a blur, a red haze that had been obscured by fury, hatred. And now that anger was starting to flare up again.
Set deep in his head Mathew’s beady eyes darted around the bar. He didn’t know how he had gotten here, but he knew why. A sudden crash served only to startle him, but it soon caused his greasy lips to draw apart in a grotesque smile. The glass he had emptied was now separated into thousands of shards of glass, and the remainder of the drink had been similarly spread across the wall. Now it was making a calm decent to the floor. Always with the calm, always with the mocking. The liquid was just like them; just like those… “Damn beaners! Tha bastahds!” Mathew didn’t care if the whole bar knew how he felt. Hell, he didn’t even care if the whole bar took offense to his particular political persuasion. He would take ‘em all. _________________
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((CJ is not a dealer, he is a runner aka transports the drugs to the dealer))
"Try another station" But no matter what station they go to it either has the same stories or it isn't broadcasting at all "What the hell is going on." _________________ [size=20]Gravity is a contributing factor in nearly 73% of all accidents involving falling objects.[/size]
It's a hoax. Like that War of the worlds announcement on the radio in the 30's. Nothing good on. He turns the T.V. off. Now that I think about it, I think that guy you tossed was bitten, wasn't he? It would explain all the blood. Maybe that's why he was pissed, some nutter bit him.
((And I did respond.)) _________________
"He finds you when you're sleeping, and when the daylight fades..."
Location: That little voice in the back of your head telling you to kill people.
Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 3:15 am Post subject:
-Rein throws her finished cup at the dart board hitting it dead center knocking it off the wall as the glass lands on a seat unbroken.-
So what now you won't even respond to me
-she hears the horrifying news from the tv-
Ok thats great oh well.
-she goes to the door as it opens only to see a bleeding man with the same kind of face on the tv lunge at her. she grabs a chair placing it in front of her. the guys attacks again only to recive a gun in his mouth but keeps bitting down on it. she pulls the trigger sending brain matter all over the place. she then runs to the door closing it and bolts it. turning to rico-
get the back door. secure the area and gather rations. move it solider. _________________ Don't make me beat you with my spoon.
Rico was already moving when she said it. Right. He hops over the bar, grabs the shotgun out from under the bar, and heads into the back. Shut the Jukebox off, it'll more than likely attract these autómata.
In the back there are several cases of various drinks, as well as some food in the fridge. As he goes to check the back door, a particularly larger zombie smashes the door into pieces. Vuelva al infierno. He says as he unloads a shell into the thing. It gets back up. ¡Muérase, usted hijo de una ramera! He blows the Zombies head off. Then heads back. We have a problem, the back door is in pieces. We can't stay here. _________________
"He finds you when you're sleeping, and when the daylight fades..."
Kagami looked up from her paper after hearing the gun shot. She stared at the barmaid as she yelled at the one called Rico. Rrrrrrrico...Suave. runs through her head. She began giggling internally that turned into an audible chuckle that the bar could hear. She picked up her drink and took a gulp and set it down again. _________________ Sarcasm, just one more service that I offer.
Sam stood up from his seat furious when he heard the blast. "Just what the hell is going on? Did you kill someone back there?" _________________ It's time to kick ass and chew bubble gum, and I'm all outta gum
Sometimes good, sometimes bad... Always clever.
"Love" is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope.
Kagami looked up from the paper a second time. This time she looked at the off-duty policeman. She tilted her head to the side as she stared at him. Kill someone?Her eyebrow raised as she repeated this phrase in her mind. She looked back at her paper. She carefully folded it up and place it in the back pocket of her bag of holding.
She stood up from her stool, brushed any crumbs off her pants, slung her bag over her shoulder and looked for the barmaid. There was too much noise going on, she wanted to pay her bill and leave.
She was having a hard time flagging down the barmaid as the barmaid was frantically moving about. _________________ Sarcasm, just one more service that I offer.
Rico rolls his eyes. Self-defense. Don't worry about it. Now we have to get the hell out of here. I have some guns and ammo upstairs, I'll go get them. You, officer, come with me. He goes to the door, standing to the side to check for any zombies. Then motions for Sam to come.
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"He finds you when you're sleeping, and when the daylight fades..."
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