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Your just crazy. Lol jk.
Tiger - Towards the Bank - Light
"How in the world did this fella get a hold of me?" The cowboy urged as he continued down the road. He was both impressed and irritated that Virtuvian man found a way to find him. Since he started the gig as a hero, he's been keeping his secret identity safe, and now done random person just hacked into his watch communicator. It made him believe he was no longer safe under the mask, that the get-up was all for nothing, just show.
But anyhow, not only did Virtuvian echo through his watch, but so did the robbery in progress. Tiger looked through his side mirror and caught Lights eyes. "Robbery first darlin', then Virtu.....axletreehoggerman." In the young heroes mind, the crime was more important than a get together. Though he wanted answers on how the guy hacked into his watch, he had a duty to protect the people.
He roared his motorcycle quickly through the red street lights, evading vehicles from all directions. He felt a little slower as he rode, but figured it was due to the passenger behind him. He wasn't used to having company - especially not alien company.
But anyway, as the two rode in close enough to see the crime in progress, Tiger fixed his hat and removed his revolver from its holster. "Here comes the rodeo!" He called out as he left his bike and ran towards the cop cars.
Some cops had already been injured as they attempted to confront the meta. The shadowy-figured creature had the ability to use it's own body to fire dark orbs of aura or something. It could also fly, do that didn't help much. "Y'all stay back here officers, me and my deputy here'll take care of business" tiger told the detective in charge of the apprehension. "So that what, you can destroy more of out city?!!" The detective yelled back as the two remained in cover behind the vehicle. "Tsk" Tiger said as he slid over the cop car and pointed his weapon at the Shadow.
"How bout we calm down partner, nobody's gotta get-" he said, running to his left as the Shadow stretched it's aura arm and nearly stabbed him in the chest. "That's not the cowboy way" Tiger said before opening fire. The guns bullets were merely being sucked into its body, doing no damage. "You shall all perish!!" The Shadow responded with a deep virtual tone. Tiger couldn't believe this thing was robbing a bank.
"How in the world did this fella get a hold of me?" The cowboy urged as he continued down the road. He was both impressed and irritated that Virtuvian man found a way to find him. Since he started the gig as a hero, he's been keeping his secret identity safe, and now done random person just hacked into his watch communicator. It made him believe he was no longer safe under the mask, that the get-up was all for nothing, just show.
But anyhow, not only did Virtuvian echo through his watch, but so did the robbery in progress. Tiger looked through his side mirror and caught Lights eyes. "Robbery first darlin', then Virtu.....axletreehoggerman." In the young heroes mind, the crime was more important than a get together. Though he wanted answers on how the guy hacked into his watch, he had a duty to protect the people.
He roared his motorcycle quickly through the red street lights, evading vehicles from all directions. He felt a little slower as he rode, but figured it was due to the passenger behind him. He wasn't used to having company - especially not alien company.
But anyway, as the two rode in close enough to see the crime in progress, Tiger fixed his hat and removed his revolver from its holster. "Here comes the rodeo!" He called out as he left his bike and ran towards the cop cars.
Some cops had already been injured as they attempted to confront the meta. The shadowy-figured creature had the ability to use it's own body to fire dark orbs of aura or something. It could also fly, do that didn't help much. "Y'all stay back here officers, me and my deputy here'll take care of business" tiger told the detective in charge of the apprehension. "So that what, you can destroy more of out city?!!" The detective yelled back as the two remained in cover behind the vehicle. "Tsk" Tiger said as he slid over the cop car and pointed his weapon at the Shadow.
"How bout we calm down partner, nobody's gotta get-" he said, running to his left as the Shadow stretched it's aura arm and nearly stabbed him in the chest. "That's not the cowboy way" Tiger said before opening fire. The guns bullets were merely being sucked into its body, doing no damage. "You shall all perish!!" The Shadow responded with a deep virtual tone. Tiger couldn't believe this thing was robbing a bank.
Forest
"We can't just leave him here, he's alive for God's sake!" the man urged the other. He held an axe in his closed palm, veins popping in his wrist as he held on to it for dear life. With his left hand - the empty one - he attempted to wake the redneck laying on the dirt. The man's long hair was soaked in both sweat and cold blood. The wound on his head was new, though it wasn't a walker's bite - more of an unfortunate accident. The axe bearing man took a look at the wound, seeing it wasn't deep at all, but the impact seemed to have knocked out the redneck - Floyd.
"He must have hit himself against that rock over there, I can see the blood" the axe man told his friend. "Are you sure we should bring him back? I mean, we don't know him" the dark-skinned man responded. He was concerned for the safety of their people back at camp. Strangers weren't usually the best mates to have during an apocalypse. "I refuse to leave him here to rot! He's a human being dammit! Help me carry him" the axe man urged yet again in a whisper. The two men kept quite, not wanting to wake any living corpses that surrounded the area. "I thought you said we weren't taking in anymore people Hank? What happened to that huh?" the dark-skinned man asked Hank. "I know.........but..........I can't just leave him here. He needs help. Let's just.........aid him, then let him go" Hank responded. The black man then picked up Floyd's legs as Hank took his shoulders. The men carried him to the backseat of a truck they parked a couple of meters away.
The loaded Floyd in the back seat of the four by four pickup truck. The Nissan Frontier cranked right up as DeSean - the black man - turned on the ignition. He pressed on the accelerator and quickly, the three men rode off back to camp.
"How do you think everyone's going to react to this?" DeSean asked Hank. Hank had his axe by his side as he looked through the passenger compartment for something. "We picked most of them up the same way we picked this guy up. They were strangers to us back then, just like him" Hank responded, finally finding what he was searching for. He took out a pill from an Advil jar and took it with some water. "I hope you're right. You know how Heather can get when she doesn't approve of our decisions" DeSean joked as he drove quickly. "Hahaha. Let me worry about her, you just make sure Gloria doesn't jump on our asses either".
"It's funny how you still call her Gloria when her name is Jennifer. Can't believe it's been this long"
"Yeah. How long? About fifteen years? Maybe a little bit more since I met her. We've gotten old, man. Hahaha. I hope my family is still doin' alright though. I hope Ari is takin' care of them" Hank said, remembering the people of his past. He looked out of the window and stared into the clouds, looking at their images, but making nothing of them. "You chose me over them............I never thanked you for that" DeSean said quietly as he continued to drive, heading down the road. "We've known each other since we were five. We're basically brothers. Like we always said, you and I are gonna make it to the top, hahahaha!"
"Right. Too bad there's no time for that anymore. Maybe after all this ends, if it ends" DeSean responded. "Yeah, that'd be sumthin" Hank said before he returned to look forward. "Let's just get to camp, we've been out here twice as long as we were supposed to be, they should be hella' worried by now."
Camp
"Ughh, where are they? They've been gone far too long" Jennifer worried as she walked side to side by the campfire. There were tents all around them, nearly one for everyone. Seth sat on a log playing on an old purple GameBoy that ran on batteries. "Don't worry, they be back soon" he said, fixing the glasses on his face. The guy was so into the game he lost sense of the time, but was used to have trust in his two pals. Like Hank and DeSean, Seth was also a close friend of theirs. He had met Hank in high school during Hank's senior year. At the time, Seth was a sophomore so had two more years to go.
Jennifer was DeSean's wife, a pharmacist who had worked with DeSean for a little while and fell in love. The two would always have these trends where they broke up, but they usually made up with............ummmm................sexual intercourse. "We have to go out there and get them, it's been what? Two hours? We need to go, Seth! C'mon! Get up!" Jennifer started to say loudly. She was extremely worried, maybe a little too much, but reasonable. The men had been gone for two hours, double the usual scavenging time. They had set up a system, but without walkies or any form of communication, it was difficult.
"Don't worry, they be back soon" Seth repeated as he nodded his head in annoyance. He was playing his Pokemon silver and was enjoying it, but Jennifer's nagging was pissing him off. "They always come back, you know that" Seth said, pausing his game to look at her. Jennifer looked back as she tightened her sweater. "I'm just worried for DeSean."
"They always come back" Seth stated again, returning to his game. In reality, he also worried a little, but was too cool to show it. He usually kept himself composed and was rather shy. He had a little bit of an Asian accent, but it wasn't to a point where he could not be understood. Since he was born in Vietnam, he grew up speaking Vietnamese, but during his time in America, moving in at the age of four, he lost most of his ability to speak it, yet he can understand most of it.
Hank/DeSean - Road
"Hahahaha!!! An ape walker? That'd be hilarious" DeSean responded to Hank's joke. "You racist ass nigga, Hahaha" he continued as the air conditioning blew passed them and towards the victim in the back. Hank turned too look at Floyd. "We'll just have Aaliyah look at him when we get there. She should be able to do sumthin' about that wound" Hank commented. DeSean licked his lips in disapproval, but it was already too late to go back.
"But if he tries anything, put a bullet in his head, I will not let our people get hurt"
"We can't just leave him here, he's alive for God's sake!" the man urged the other. He held an axe in his closed palm, veins popping in his wrist as he held on to it for dear life. With his left hand - the empty one - he attempted to wake the redneck laying on the dirt. The man's long hair was soaked in both sweat and cold blood. The wound on his head was new, though it wasn't a walker's bite - more of an unfortunate accident. The axe bearing man took a look at the wound, seeing it wasn't deep at all, but the impact seemed to have knocked out the redneck - Floyd.
"He must have hit himself against that rock over there, I can see the blood" the axe man told his friend. "Are you sure we should bring him back? I mean, we don't know him" the dark-skinned man responded. He was concerned for the safety of their people back at camp. Strangers weren't usually the best mates to have during an apocalypse. "I refuse to leave him here to rot! He's a human being dammit! Help me carry him" the axe man urged yet again in a whisper. The two men kept quite, not wanting to wake any living corpses that surrounded the area. "I thought you said we weren't taking in anymore people Hank? What happened to that huh?" the dark-skinned man asked Hank. "I know.........but..........I can't just leave him here. He needs help. Let's just.........aid him, then let him go" Hank responded. The black man then picked up Floyd's legs as Hank took his shoulders. The men carried him to the backseat of a truck they parked a couple of meters away.
The loaded Floyd in the back seat of the four by four pickup truck. The Nissan Frontier cranked right up as DeSean - the black man - turned on the ignition. He pressed on the accelerator and quickly, the three men rode off back to camp.
"How do you think everyone's going to react to this?" DeSean asked Hank. Hank had his axe by his side as he looked through the passenger compartment for something. "We picked most of them up the same way we picked this guy up. They were strangers to us back then, just like him" Hank responded, finally finding what he was searching for. He took out a pill from an Advil jar and took it with some water. "I hope you're right. You know how Heather can get when she doesn't approve of our decisions" DeSean joked as he drove quickly. "Hahaha. Let me worry about her, you just make sure Gloria doesn't jump on our asses either".
"It's funny how you still call her Gloria when her name is Jennifer. Can't believe it's been this long"
"Yeah. How long? About fifteen years? Maybe a little bit more since I met her. We've gotten old, man. Hahaha. I hope my family is still doin' alright though. I hope Ari is takin' care of them" Hank said, remembering the people of his past. He looked out of the window and stared into the clouds, looking at their images, but making nothing of them. "You chose me over them............I never thanked you for that" DeSean said quietly as he continued to drive, heading down the road. "We've known each other since we were five. We're basically brothers. Like we always said, you and I are gonna make it to the top, hahahaha!"
"Right. Too bad there's no time for that anymore. Maybe after all this ends, if it ends" DeSean responded. "Yeah, that'd be sumthin" Hank said before he returned to look forward. "Let's just get to camp, we've been out here twice as long as we were supposed to be, they should be hella' worried by now."
Camp
"Ughh, where are they? They've been gone far too long" Jennifer worried as she walked side to side by the campfire. There were tents all around them, nearly one for everyone. Seth sat on a log playing on an old purple GameBoy that ran on batteries. "Don't worry, they be back soon" he said, fixing the glasses on his face. The guy was so into the game he lost sense of the time, but was used to have trust in his two pals. Like Hank and DeSean, Seth was also a close friend of theirs. He had met Hank in high school during Hank's senior year. At the time, Seth was a sophomore so had two more years to go.
Jennifer was DeSean's wife, a pharmacist who had worked with DeSean for a little while and fell in love. The two would always have these trends where they broke up, but they usually made up with............ummmm................sexual intercourse. "We have to go out there and get them, it's been what? Two hours? We need to go, Seth! C'mon! Get up!" Jennifer started to say loudly. She was extremely worried, maybe a little too much, but reasonable. The men had been gone for two hours, double the usual scavenging time. They had set up a system, but without walkies or any form of communication, it was difficult.
"Don't worry, they be back soon" Seth repeated as he nodded his head in annoyance. He was playing his Pokemon silver and was enjoying it, but Jennifer's nagging was pissing him off. "They always come back, you know that" Seth said, pausing his game to look at her. Jennifer looked back as she tightened her sweater. "I'm just worried for DeSean."
"They always come back" Seth stated again, returning to his game. In reality, he also worried a little, but was too cool to show it. He usually kept himself composed and was rather shy. He had a little bit of an Asian accent, but it wasn't to a point where he could not be understood. Since he was born in Vietnam, he grew up speaking Vietnamese, but during his time in America, moving in at the age of four, he lost most of his ability to speak it, yet he can understand most of it.
Hank/DeSean - Road
"Hahahaha!!! An ape walker? That'd be hilarious" DeSean responded to Hank's joke. "You racist ass nigga, Hahaha" he continued as the air conditioning blew passed them and towards the victim in the back. Hank turned too look at Floyd. "We'll just have Aaliyah look at him when we get there. She should be able to do sumthin' about that wound" Hank commented. DeSean licked his lips in disapproval, but it was already too late to go back.
"But if he tries anything, put a bullet in his head, I will not let our people get hurt"
Sano Takeshi
Unable to truly commit his attention to the rather lazy instructor, Sano continued to eye that girl from earlier. For some reason, he was a sucker for girls with short hair. In addition to that, she was skinny, which was also attractive in his opinion. Though a lot of his friends enjoyed the look of woman with a little meat in their bones, Sano didn't get pressured to follow the crowd. So with the girl in sight, he once again took the liberty to check her out. He started from the ground at the sole of her feet, then up her boots and eventually her legs. He couldn't help but stare at her back side again, but quickly continued up to her shoulders. As he got to the back of her head, he was gonna return his gaze to her bottom, but........
"Crap, why the hell is she lookin' at me like that" Sano thought to himself, turning away and back to formation. A shorter girl was staring dead at him at this moment. He could feel her stare crawl through his skin as though a parasite. His heart beat loudly as his entire body began to irritate in heat. Sano couldn't help but think how perverted he had looked - how weird that girl must think he was. He hoped to God that she didn't tell the other girl - it would definitely be the worst thing that could happen to him on this first day of their last year of training. He feared becoming one of those stories girls told each other every time they went to the bathroom together. These girls were most likely gossip queens or whatever - they looked that way at least. Soon enough, his status as a perv would spread like a storm around all the barracks. His life was over.
From the corner of his eye, he could still see her, but could't make out if she was staring anymore. So slowly, he decided to turn his head to find out. Once he did, a sudden explosion pierced his very soul. The heat turned to cold as his body shivered in place. The girl's eyes had locked onto his and prevented him from turning away. It was as though he'd turn to stone at the mere sight of this female. "Medusa....."
In attempt to fix his rather pervy mistake, Sano squinted his eyes, gave a faint smile, and waved normally. With that done, he returned to formation in belief he had fixed everything. Sano's mind was a puzzle - he could never figure out exactly what to do with the mass amount of options before him. His thoughts always ran wild with all kinds of wondrous ideas, questions, answers. But he didn't think he was weird, just normal. Of course, he wasn't the cool guy or nothing, but he wasn't a damn freak. Interaction isn't that difficult for him because he is confident in his looks, so he isn't that shy. He's just a normal teenager he supposed. But this little incident with the dark-skinned girl made him feel rather eerie.
Was this shoerter girl the other girl's friend? Her sister? Her......girlfriend?!! These questions started to roam that maze of a mind. But all was interrupted by a sudden thud from a fellow cadet. For some damn reason, the instructor - Elisa-somthing - just smashed her leg into red-haired guys stomach. The soldier fell straight to the ground, unable to catch himself. Due to Sano's lack of attention, he had no idea what the heck was going on and why the instructor would strike down one of her own. He looked in all directions just watching all the other cadets just stand there in silence. Were they not concerned for their fellow comrades health? He got irritated that nobody was doing anything to this unjust treatment, that everyone just walked to the barracks like nothing had happened- therefore, he himself, Sano Takeshi took lead.
He stepped out of formation and pointed at Elisa. "What the hell was that for?!! He didn't do anything!" he called out, unsure if his argument was valid or not. Regardless her rank, she wasn't suppose to treat them like animals. She could be as hard as she wanted, as tough as she desired, but they weren't slaves or Titans, they were human. "Lady what's your problem?!" If this was the kind of people that were in charge of protecting the walls, then no wonder the Titans broke through. Doing this might not have been the brightest move, but it was the one he chose.
Unable to truly commit his attention to the rather lazy instructor, Sano continued to eye that girl from earlier. For some reason, he was a sucker for girls with short hair. In addition to that, she was skinny, which was also attractive in his opinion. Though a lot of his friends enjoyed the look of woman with a little meat in their bones, Sano didn't get pressured to follow the crowd. So with the girl in sight, he once again took the liberty to check her out. He started from the ground at the sole of her feet, then up her boots and eventually her legs. He couldn't help but stare at her back side again, but quickly continued up to her shoulders. As he got to the back of her head, he was gonna return his gaze to her bottom, but........
"Crap, why the hell is she lookin' at me like that" Sano thought to himself, turning away and back to formation. A shorter girl was staring dead at him at this moment. He could feel her stare crawl through his skin as though a parasite. His heart beat loudly as his entire body began to irritate in heat. Sano couldn't help but think how perverted he had looked - how weird that girl must think he was. He hoped to God that she didn't tell the other girl - it would definitely be the worst thing that could happen to him on this first day of their last year of training. He feared becoming one of those stories girls told each other every time they went to the bathroom together. These girls were most likely gossip queens or whatever - they looked that way at least. Soon enough, his status as a perv would spread like a storm around all the barracks. His life was over.
From the corner of his eye, he could still see her, but could't make out if she was staring anymore. So slowly, he decided to turn his head to find out. Once he did, a sudden explosion pierced his very soul. The heat turned to cold as his body shivered in place. The girl's eyes had locked onto his and prevented him from turning away. It was as though he'd turn to stone at the mere sight of this female. "Medusa....."
In attempt to fix his rather pervy mistake, Sano squinted his eyes, gave a faint smile, and waved normally. With that done, he returned to formation in belief he had fixed everything. Sano's mind was a puzzle - he could never figure out exactly what to do with the mass amount of options before him. His thoughts always ran wild with all kinds of wondrous ideas, questions, answers. But he didn't think he was weird, just normal. Of course, he wasn't the cool guy or nothing, but he wasn't a damn freak. Interaction isn't that difficult for him because he is confident in his looks, so he isn't that shy. He's just a normal teenager he supposed. But this little incident with the dark-skinned girl made him feel rather eerie.
Was this shoerter girl the other girl's friend? Her sister? Her......girlfriend?!! These questions started to roam that maze of a mind. But all was interrupted by a sudden thud from a fellow cadet. For some damn reason, the instructor - Elisa-somthing - just smashed her leg into red-haired guys stomach. The soldier fell straight to the ground, unable to catch himself. Due to Sano's lack of attention, he had no idea what the heck was going on and why the instructor would strike down one of her own. He looked in all directions just watching all the other cadets just stand there in silence. Were they not concerned for their fellow comrades health? He got irritated that nobody was doing anything to this unjust treatment, that everyone just walked to the barracks like nothing had happened- therefore, he himself, Sano Takeshi took lead.
He stepped out of formation and pointed at Elisa. "What the hell was that for?!! He didn't do anything!" he called out, unsure if his argument was valid or not. Regardless her rank, she wasn't suppose to treat them like animals. She could be as hard as she wanted, as tough as she desired, but they weren't slaves or Titans, they were human. "Lady what's your problem?!" If this was the kind of people that were in charge of protecting the walls, then no wonder the Titans broke through. Doing this might not have been the brightest move, but it was the one he chose.
Damo021 said
Finally finished my two new characters for the new group :)
Are you gonna post them?
I had gotten my instructors mixed up so had to edit my post. Nuthin really too drastic though. Just went from Laura to Eleina - quick name change.
@Rinnee: Lol. He can't help himself. Haha. But It was funny how her sister responded.
@Rinnee: Lol. He can't help himself. Haha. But It was funny how her sister responded.
Sano Takeshi
"Oooohhhh.........Like a melody, Oooohhhh.......Like the end of me. Yeahhh........Ugh. That didn't sound right. Well, actually it's alright if you think about it, which I am I guess. Dammit, i'm talkin' to myself again. But this is so borin' dammit" Sano thought to himself as he stood as still as a trunk. He held his arm in an acute angle as the back of his fist pressed against his chest. In addition, his knees were locked in place as he somewhat listened to the instructor. Sano wasn't one to get distracted by his own thoughts, but the sound of the wind created a tune in his head he had to sing to - therefore did - in his head at least.
His eyes roamed at the other cadets, some he remembered and others he'd never seen. There were some very attractive girls in the crowd, way too attractive. He couldn't keep his eyes off of one of them though - a girl that caught his eye. Short black hair running down to barely touch her shoulders. She didn't have a big butt, but her figure just seemed perfect. It was hard to tell because of that damn jacket everyone wore, bu- "Oh crap" Sano thought to himself as a higher-up walked passed him. He gulped silently and resumed to look forward like he should be.
Sano was there to become a student of war, not to hit on girls that most likely wouldn't like him back. Anyhow, Sano lost the sound of the wind, therefore unable to continue his song. He wish he had his guitar, but all his possessions, like everyone else's, were stored somewhere unknown. Suddenly, the instructor revealed the three new leading trainers. They didn't seem like much any of them, but they were there for a reason - because they were the best of the best. Since he wanted to join the Scout Regiment, he would be trained by Eleina-somthing. Names weren't really important for Sano because he usually never remembered them. He couldn't put a name to a face because he had somewhat of a short-term memory. Well not really, but it just wasn't his forte.
Then the time to breath came forth as the young cadets were dismissed. They were all instructed to go to their according officers and whatever. So Sano moved with the crowd heading towards the Scout Regiment commander. He was impressed how many people headed to the other two groups rather than alongside him. Nobody wanted to give up their lives for a cause anymore, they just wanted an easy way out. Sano knew it would be the toughest challenge he would most likely ever face. To be out there before the Titans was not a dream come true, but once victorious, that's when the dreams become reality.
Once at the precise location, Sano crossed his arms and just stood there, eyes flowing side to side. Since he wasn't the first one there, there wasn't much awkwardness. But what was awkward was that the people he had trained with the previous years weren't by his side. The other students he had befriended had all seemed to go their own ways - to safety. "F#kin' cowards. Nuthin's gonna change if y'all join those guys" Sano thought to himself, staring at the Military Police Brigade. He then turned back to his people. "Oooohhhh............like a melody. Yeaahhhh......."
"Oooohhhh.........Like a melody, Oooohhhh.......Like the end of me. Yeahhh........Ugh. That didn't sound right. Well, actually it's alright if you think about it, which I am I guess. Dammit, i'm talkin' to myself again. But this is so borin' dammit" Sano thought to himself as he stood as still as a trunk. He held his arm in an acute angle as the back of his fist pressed against his chest. In addition, his knees were locked in place as he somewhat listened to the instructor. Sano wasn't one to get distracted by his own thoughts, but the sound of the wind created a tune in his head he had to sing to - therefore did - in his head at least.
His eyes roamed at the other cadets, some he remembered and others he'd never seen. There were some very attractive girls in the crowd, way too attractive. He couldn't keep his eyes off of one of them though - a girl that caught his eye. Short black hair running down to barely touch her shoulders. She didn't have a big butt, but her figure just seemed perfect. It was hard to tell because of that damn jacket everyone wore, bu- "Oh crap" Sano thought to himself as a higher-up walked passed him. He gulped silently and resumed to look forward like he should be.
Sano was there to become a student of war, not to hit on girls that most likely wouldn't like him back. Anyhow, Sano lost the sound of the wind, therefore unable to continue his song. He wish he had his guitar, but all his possessions, like everyone else's, were stored somewhere unknown. Suddenly, the instructor revealed the three new leading trainers. They didn't seem like much any of them, but they were there for a reason - because they were the best of the best. Since he wanted to join the Scout Regiment, he would be trained by Eleina-somthing. Names weren't really important for Sano because he usually never remembered them. He couldn't put a name to a face because he had somewhat of a short-term memory. Well not really, but it just wasn't his forte.
Then the time to breath came forth as the young cadets were dismissed. They were all instructed to go to their according officers and whatever. So Sano moved with the crowd heading towards the Scout Regiment commander. He was impressed how many people headed to the other two groups rather than alongside him. Nobody wanted to give up their lives for a cause anymore, they just wanted an easy way out. Sano knew it would be the toughest challenge he would most likely ever face. To be out there before the Titans was not a dream come true, but once victorious, that's when the dreams become reality.
Once at the precise location, Sano crossed his arms and just stood there, eyes flowing side to side. Since he wasn't the first one there, there wasn't much awkwardness. But what was awkward was that the people he had trained with the previous years weren't by his side. The other students he had befriended had all seemed to go their own ways - to safety. "F#kin' cowards. Nuthin's gonna change if y'all join those guys" Sano thought to himself, staring at the Military Police Brigade. He then turned back to his people. "Oooohhhh............like a melody. Yeaahhhh......."
Anthony and Surge - Woods
"Guess this is where we make out last stand. Were to our necks with walkers, there's no escaping" Anthony started, watching as walkers came at them from all sides. In his perspective, there was absolutely no way out of it anymore. They were outnumbered by like ten roaming dead bodies. In addition to that, they only carried one knife each - he himself a kitchen knife. By the time he stabbed the fourth walker, the knife would most likely shatter from the excess stress put into it.
Surge on the other hand - and ex-soldier of so - was confident they could both get out of it. That came from a man who had a decent tactical dagger though. Unlike Anthony's, his blade would last the ten walkers, and the extras that were joining them.
"All we have to do is make an opening, that way we can run out of this situation" Surge called out. Though a probable solution to their problem, it could backfire. "We've been running for about two hours and they just keep showing up. There's nowhere else to run Surge! If we can't kill all of them now, then they'll eventually catch up to us - with friends" Anthony responded, very weary of their current status.
That's when the fight started. One walker jumped at Anthony, having the before-the-outbreak-firefighter evade and jam his kitchen knife into the walker's skull. At the same time, Surge killed off his own walker, protecting himself and Anthony's back. The men seemed like an army of two, but as they took down one walker, another took its place. Anthony didn't understand where they kept coming from and how they had never seen so many before. That's when it hit him. The extreme noise that came from the Haywood battle was basically a homecoming call for all walkers in the area. Due to the silence the days brought, the noise could have echoed massively.
But now it seemed that Anthony and Surge were the ones dealing with all the walkers Haywood had dialed. "Keep killing them Anthony, we can do this!" Surge urged the man, killing yet another walkers. "Don't stop, all we have to do is kill enough to get out, that's all!" Surge called out yet again. Anthony stabbed his kitchen knife into the neck of a dead leg walker, failing to pierce the brain. He held back the thing with his arm, preventing his capture and possible death. But as he removed the knife, the knife itself broke off, so all he held in his hand was a handle.
Unable to do anything at this point, he turned right and pushed the walker towards Surge. "Behind you!!" Anthony called out to the soldier - one who turned quickly and successfully killed the kitchen-knife-to-the-neck zombie. "Got'em! Now go! That way!" Surge yelled, telling Anthony to take the opportunity to run a certain direction that seemed rather clear.
The two men rapidly ran......North? East?........well whatever, they just ran to survive. But as they ran, Anthony weary thoughts had become reality. They were running into more walkers. Yet another hoard, maybe consisting of about ten to fifteen walkers were coming their way. "Turn left!" Surge called out, but as he did, a walker appeared from behind a tree to meet him. Reacting faster than light, Surge flinched and jammed his blade through the walkers eye socket and jamming its brain. In the meantime, a walker caught up to Anthony.
"Here!" Surge called out, tossing his dagger to the fireman. Anthony caught the blade and sliced the walkers face, not killing it instantly. He then proceeded by stabbing it through the side of its head, using his hands to block the arm swings. "C'mon, this way!" Surge echoed. Anthony followed, but like the many times before, walkers showed up again. "Let's go this way, there's sure to be a way out" Surge told Anthony who had stopped running and started to walk.
"What the hell are you doing?" Surge told Anthony, rushing to him. "What are you doi- *cough*"
"Creating a diversion" Anthony whispered into the man's ear as he pulled the tactile dagger from the man's liver. Anthony then started to run off into the distance as the blade left a trail of both walker and human blood.
Surge's instant death gave Anthony the time he needed to get away. His body fell to its needs as his head bobbed up and down from the impact with the ground. Having killed a friend before, Anthony started to feel the same way he had back then. His eyes widened as he continued to run. He started to shiver a little, not from fear, but from outwitted regret. But one thing was certain..................he was now going to survive.
"Guess this is where we make out last stand. Were to our necks with walkers, there's no escaping" Anthony started, watching as walkers came at them from all sides. In his perspective, there was absolutely no way out of it anymore. They were outnumbered by like ten roaming dead bodies. In addition to that, they only carried one knife each - he himself a kitchen knife. By the time he stabbed the fourth walker, the knife would most likely shatter from the excess stress put into it.
Surge on the other hand - and ex-soldier of so - was confident they could both get out of it. That came from a man who had a decent tactical dagger though. Unlike Anthony's, his blade would last the ten walkers, and the extras that were joining them.
"All we have to do is make an opening, that way we can run out of this situation" Surge called out. Though a probable solution to their problem, it could backfire. "We've been running for about two hours and they just keep showing up. There's nowhere else to run Surge! If we can't kill all of them now, then they'll eventually catch up to us - with friends" Anthony responded, very weary of their current status.
That's when the fight started. One walker jumped at Anthony, having the before-the-outbreak-firefighter evade and jam his kitchen knife into the walker's skull. At the same time, Surge killed off his own walker, protecting himself and Anthony's back. The men seemed like an army of two, but as they took down one walker, another took its place. Anthony didn't understand where they kept coming from and how they had never seen so many before. That's when it hit him. The extreme noise that came from the Haywood battle was basically a homecoming call for all walkers in the area. Due to the silence the days brought, the noise could have echoed massively.
But now it seemed that Anthony and Surge were the ones dealing with all the walkers Haywood had dialed. "Keep killing them Anthony, we can do this!" Surge urged the man, killing yet another walkers. "Don't stop, all we have to do is kill enough to get out, that's all!" Surge called out yet again. Anthony stabbed his kitchen knife into the neck of a dead leg walker, failing to pierce the brain. He held back the thing with his arm, preventing his capture and possible death. But as he removed the knife, the knife itself broke off, so all he held in his hand was a handle.
Unable to do anything at this point, he turned right and pushed the walker towards Surge. "Behind you!!" Anthony called out to the soldier - one who turned quickly and successfully killed the kitchen-knife-to-the-neck zombie. "Got'em! Now go! That way!" Surge yelled, telling Anthony to take the opportunity to run a certain direction that seemed rather clear.
The two men rapidly ran......North? East?........well whatever, they just ran to survive. But as they ran, Anthony weary thoughts had become reality. They were running into more walkers. Yet another hoard, maybe consisting of about ten to fifteen walkers were coming their way. "Turn left!" Surge called out, but as he did, a walker appeared from behind a tree to meet him. Reacting faster than light, Surge flinched and jammed his blade through the walkers eye socket and jamming its brain. In the meantime, a walker caught up to Anthony.
"Here!" Surge called out, tossing his dagger to the fireman. Anthony caught the blade and sliced the walkers face, not killing it instantly. He then proceeded by stabbing it through the side of its head, using his hands to block the arm swings. "C'mon, this way!" Surge echoed. Anthony followed, but like the many times before, walkers showed up again. "Let's go this way, there's sure to be a way out" Surge told Anthony who had stopped running and started to walk.
"What the hell are you doing?" Surge told Anthony, rushing to him. "What are you doi- *cough*"
"Creating a diversion" Anthony whispered into the man's ear as he pulled the tactile dagger from the man's liver. Anthony then started to run off into the distance as the blade left a trail of both walker and human blood.
Surge's instant death gave Anthony the time he needed to get away. His body fell to its needs as his head bobbed up and down from the impact with the ground. Having killed a friend before, Anthony started to feel the same way he had back then. His eyes widened as he continued to run. He started to shiver a little, not from fear, but from outwitted regret. But one thing was certain..................he was now going to survive.
Downtown
"We have you surrounded, hands up NOW!!" the detective called out as he pointed his pistol at the criminal. There were three cop cars, one being the detectives - the other two merely NYPD. Total of five force members with their weapons loaded and prepared to fire at the.........'thing'.
During this little raid, a helicopter flew overboard with the ABC7 channel news logo on the side. It circled the area, taking footage of what was happening in front of the New York Community Bank.
"~BREAKING NEWS!!~ Story of the hour for the City of New York. After today's mesmerizing events, these 'meta-humans' continue to cause destruction. We have Sofia Lee at the scene-"
"Thank you Sheryl. I am here in our helicopter flying above the Community Bank. It seems yet another metahuman - as we call them - has decided to go rogue and steal from the bank. The NYPD has apprehended the criminal, but no success yet. It seems the convict here refuses to cooperate. Back to you Sheryl-"
"Thanks Sofia. For those at home, we at Channel 7 recommend you stay at home for the time being. We will continue to broadcast updates as they come in-"
Tiger - Abandoned Building - Light
The cowboy at the moment was snoring. He had his hat tipped forth to cover his face in addition to his bandanna. He didn't dream much though, or maybe he did - maybe he just doesn't remember his dreams anymore. The only dreams he does remember - if he has any, which is once a month or so - are actually quite simple. Last dream he had was about his old baseball coach and how he was training with him - yeah, that's it.
But anyhow, suddenly and unexpectedly, Tiger's watch started to beep. The sound made the cowboy jump out of his boots. "Dang, Young Whippersnapper! What is the world is that?!" the cowboy called out as he placed his hand on his revolver's grip. He stood there looking side to side, ignoring Light whom didn't seem to fall asleep. Did she even need sleep?
Anyway, after a couple of silly seconds, the cowboy noticed it was HE who was actually beeping. He removed his hand from his gun and pressed a button on his watch. "Bank Robbery in progress. Backup is mandatory. All units respond" the watch responded. It was plugged into a certain police cruiser - from an old friend of Tiger's, a rookie cop. "Don't stop kickin' till the clock stops tickin' right darlin'?" Tiger sarcastically asked as he fixed his hat and bandanna.
He then started out the old raggedy building and headed to his home where he left his bike. Unfortunately, he was gonna have to show her where he lived, something he feared. Because she followed him, she now knew where he was staying and could tell anybody. "Best not tell nobody honey, unless you want a head full of lead. Now mount up" he said, pulling out his bike from the garage, closing it on his way out. "Lets ride!"
"We have you surrounded, hands up NOW!!" the detective called out as he pointed his pistol at the criminal. There were three cop cars, one being the detectives - the other two merely NYPD. Total of five force members with their weapons loaded and prepared to fire at the.........'thing'.
"~BREAKING NEWS!!~ Story of the hour for the City of New York. After today's mesmerizing events, these 'meta-humans' continue to cause destruction. We have Sofia Lee at the scene-"
"Thank you Sheryl. I am here in our helicopter flying above the Community Bank. It seems yet another metahuman - as we call them - has decided to go rogue and steal from the bank. The NYPD has apprehended the criminal, but no success yet. It seems the convict here refuses to cooperate. Back to you Sheryl-"
"Thanks Sofia. For those at home, we at Channel 7 recommend you stay at home for the time being. We will continue to broadcast updates as they come in-"
Tiger - Abandoned Building - Light
The cowboy at the moment was snoring. He had his hat tipped forth to cover his face in addition to his bandanna. He didn't dream much though, or maybe he did - maybe he just doesn't remember his dreams anymore. The only dreams he does remember - if he has any, which is once a month or so - are actually quite simple. Last dream he had was about his old baseball coach and how he was training with him - yeah, that's it.
But anyhow, suddenly and unexpectedly, Tiger's watch started to beep. The sound made the cowboy jump out of his boots. "Dang, Young Whippersnapper! What is the world is that?!" the cowboy called out as he placed his hand on his revolver's grip. He stood there looking side to side, ignoring Light whom didn't seem to fall asleep. Did she even need sleep?
Anyway, after a couple of silly seconds, the cowboy noticed it was HE who was actually beeping. He removed his hand from his gun and pressed a button on his watch. "Bank Robbery in progress. Backup is mandatory. All units respond" the watch responded. It was plugged into a certain police cruiser - from an old friend of Tiger's, a rookie cop. "Don't stop kickin' till the clock stops tickin' right darlin'?" Tiger sarcastically asked as he fixed his hat and bandanna.
He then started out the old raggedy building and headed to his home where he left his bike. Unfortunately, he was gonna have to show her where he lived, something he feared. Because she followed him, she now knew where he was staying and could tell anybody. "Best not tell nobody honey, unless you want a head full of lead. Now mount up" he said, pulling out his bike from the garage, closing it on his way out. "Lets ride!"
The plan was to have Virtuvian do it, but I guess that's out if the picture.. Once I get home (at midnight), I'll make a post so that our characters reunite.
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