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The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

And posted! Also got a job yesterday, posting may be a bit more restrained. I will still try to get at least one post up a day.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Hunter Monroe

Hunter was in shock, he was attempting to get the flashbacks out of his head. Here's what he did know though. 1) his rifle had stopped shooting. 2) He was on the ground. 3) The dead were not all dead yet. And 4), what just accorded to him, he's not in the camp. 5) The man that had brought him tot he ground was bigger then Hunter, he could tell that too. 6) Hunter felt if he had to he could take him. Though that wasn't what he was worried about, what he did notice is that Sarah was almost killed, the new man (@Desire) had just saved her. He mentioned something about killing walkers, not each other. Hunter wanted to reply, but his words were still not working. He had to try and snap himself out of this. "FUCK!" He screamed out loud as he stood up.

That was the only thing that he seemed to be able to run through his head at this moment. He stood up and attempted to run past the man, then before passing he stopped and looked at him to speak. "First off, never tackle me again, second..." He looked at Sarah (@CandiBarr), then back to him. "Thank you..." Hunter drew his hatchet. He saw two dead still left, he should be able to take them if he did it right. "Keep ready, I'm going to take these two out, be ready in case something goes wrong." Hunter was trying to take charge, he wasn't at his full ability at the moment, but he knew enough that this had to end soon.

Hunter swung the hatchet right down onto the first infected's head, it dropping on contact. Though he soon realized too much force, even though he had killed it the hatchet was stuck. he had his shotgun still, right? Hunter wasn't sure if he reloaded it or not. The second walker was on him faster then he was ready for it, so he left the hatchet and kicked the walker down the stairs then drawing his shotgun. "Click." the shotgun went as he pulled the trigger. He didn't know if the gun had jammed or if it wasn't loaded, but either way it wasn't shooting. So he did what any semi-sane person would do in his situation. He kicked the walker down again, then landed himself on top of it, beating it to death with the sawed-off. He did this long after he had actually killed it, he only stopped when one of the hits had forced the gun to discharge a shell into the ceiling. The sound of the shotgun had snapped him out of it, when he had realized he had beaten the walker to death, and now was soaked in its brain matter.

“Present Day Vampires/Vampyres of Sanctuary” (Mature Rating)

@ZB1996
That... That had been the second time today had asked about his wife. He wasn't angry about this, though he hated thinking about her, especially when he had seemed to find a safe haven. "She... She passed away a while back. Not long after K..." He stopped himself, he was trying to respect his daughter's change in names. "Kylie's, birth actually." Hank showed little emotion, that was something he was generally good at. Though some emotions did show at times, all of which he wished he was better at controlling.

These included, Anger, Being pissed off, Vengeance, or pretty much anything else that could cause him to lose it on someone. Hank took his spare hand off the handle to the blade, he saw no reason to use it. "How about you Lydia? You here alone?"

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

Fergus O'Brian

It had begun, things were going perfectly in favor of Fergus's plans. All he had to do was give it a... Push. He had heard the Old blood outside speaking, Fergus didn't give a shit what he thought. Fergus know what he was doing, Spreading fear among the humans. So Fergus waited for everyone to get into position, he held his blade, licking the sharp end in anticipation.

He heard the officer give the order to split up, one team in the back, one team in the front. Fergus sat waiting in the rafters with chains hanging everywhere, most of them had a use, just waiting to do their job.

Bravo team entered int he back, Once inside the doors slowly closed behind them. It was the falling shelf that jammed them shut that started worry among the Agents. "Welcome! To the Seventy Fifth Annual HUNGER GAMES!" Fergus screamed from the darkness of the rafters. Most the unit raised their weapons ready to fire, most looking up. The only one who didn't Private Greg Morrison. He turned just in time to see the steal rods come flying from the darkness at the unit. "GET DOWN!" he screamed as the rods flew over his head. He laid on the ground, and turned over to see the rods had impaled three of the SOLDIER agents. He stood up to run, only to stop. "Private Morrison! Get back in formation! Last thing we need is to split up." Said one of the other soldiers. Then when the private turned around, his slit neck was revealed. Only to leave the private falling to his knees. He died faster then it took for the shock to wear off.

The gun fire soon got intense, the agents shooting at anything that moved. Some tried to run to get out of harms way or to meet the other unit. All who left Fergus's kill box were killed by either friendly fire or by Fergus Dragging them off to the unknown of the dark warehouse. One of the remaining agents was attempting to force open the door, only to be met with machine gun fire from the darkness again. This was not something that Fergus normally did, he was not a fan of automatic weapons. Unless it helped his... "Cause". "Hold your fucking fire Friendlies here! Still alive! Stop fucking shooting!" More machine gun fire kept going, from multiple directions and rifles. Though what the Agents fail to realize is that it's only one direction at a time.

By the time there was only two left the soldiers were back to back, weapons leveled. The older of the two was level headed, he knew the only way to get out alive was to stay calm and take this thing head on. The younger one was not as calm, he was just following the older one's example. "When I say go, run like hell, and stay close. If I fall, keep going for the front. We are not going to make it on our own. Watch your fire, and be ready for anything." Fergus just waited, he only needed one alive for the end of the other team to take place.

The two started running, keeping close pace with each other. Then the older one screamed out in pain. He turned to see a 4 inch knife jabbed into his leg. He turned to shout for the younger agent to keep running, though two more blades came and hit him in the back of the neck, one sticking out his throat. The young agent kept running.

Fergus after his killing spree with Bravo team, taking place over the time of less then 2 minutes now sit overlooking Alpha team. Who is still trying to figure out what is going on. He needed at least one to make it out of the warehouse, he really didn't care which one though. "You are my sunshine, My only sunshine." Fergus did in his echoing voice through the rafters. "You make me happy, when skies are grey." Then the helmets started to fall. One at a time as he went through the lines. Then he started to finish the last line. "Please don't take.... My sunshine..." He stopped and smiled. "Away." He dropped the last helmet, this one soaked in blood like the rest. At that moment the last survivor from Bravo came upon Alpha team, his rifle blazing bullets into the Agents, no goal in mind, just shooting.

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

Fergus:

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

@Kurai Assassin

Hank Miller

Hank did have contacts with explosives, but explosives if they failed only had one shot, and would piss them off even more. And the only thing worse then trying to kill a vampire, is trying to kill a pissed off vampire. "Explosives may not be the best option. Though I may have something a lot easier to try and kill this fucker." Hank walked to the window. "Though we got to get the RV pretty close to the asshole." Hank had found out a lot about vampires over the years, he knew that removing the heads were over all the best way to kill any vampire. Though getting close enough to do that was never easy, not unless you found a way to keep one still long enough to do so.

Hank turned around to face Dusty. "Vampires have a much more... keen sense of hearing, actually most senses. But let's just focus on hearing for now." Hank started talking about his idea well moving his hands, he had been wanting to test this idea for some time, just never found a decent situation to use it in. "The downside to that hearing? They can hear really low pitches a lot easier then we can, they are also a lot more likely to take damage from those same low frequency noises. SO I figure, a low frequency sound wave going off on a constant interval, that should slow them down, if not kill 'em." This was all in theory, like before, never tested. "The reason it has to be constant though is because if they get a chance to heal from the damage that low frequency will cause then they will be just as pissed off. It'll be like someone trying to set off a small bomb inside your head."

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

Got a bit distracted, was job hunting and finally got one!

I'll go post now well listening to Tom Petty and the Heart Breakers.

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Got job things to do in a bit so....

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