brianfenris
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Post by brianfenris on Aug 19, 2012 20:57:35 GMT -5
Southern Arizona
You have managed to do the impossible. You survived the Zombie Apocalypse. For the past six months, you've stayed on the move, always one step ahead of the hungry hordes of the undead. Since the major cities and larger towns are death traps, you done most of your scavenging from deserted homes on their outskirts; the pickings have been lean but it's been enough to keep you on your feet.
You've traveled long and far, now finding yourselves in the southern part of Arizona. You've found that the majority of the interstates and highways are still open to travel, although every now and again you pass a broken down or wrecked vehicle along side the desert road, sometimes abandoned or their undead owners still lurking nearby.
Most of you have heard rumors from other survivors that there is a safe haven camp located along Interstate 10, in the small town of Cochise. None of them were sure at the time you spoke to them or interested in finding out if it was true. Due to your various reasons, you've decided to check the place out.
Traveling along I-10, you discover the rumors are true when you find a man made sign tacked over the interstate sign leading up to the turn at H-191. It states simply 'HELP AND SAFETY HERE'. Help and safety being rare commodities in this day and age, you do not think twice to heed the sign and follow it into the small town.
GM POST
As you drive along Highway 191, you come another to turnoff at W Rath Ave, which leads into Cochise. Parked at the entrance of street is a large SUV sporting the markings of the AZ State Police. On you approach the blue lights on the top of the vehicle start flashing and a man exits the passenger side of the vehicle, clearly wearing what appears to be a military uniform. You also see hanging from as sling across his chest an assault rifle. Stepping to the side of the road, he holds up his hand ordering you to stop.
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Post by Tori on Aug 19, 2012 22:10:57 GMT -5
Bernie saw the lights and jammed the break and clutch. His Land Rover stopped, he rolled down the window and offered a smile. Then, he walked out slowly, well armed, but hands akimbo.
"Hello. I'm a doctor. I'm willing to treat anyone who needs it, and anyone who is hurt. May I come in?"
[dice=100] needs 45 for MA trust roll.
His hands went up and he crawled out of the car. "I'm here to help. Do you have anyone wounded?"
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Post by foxx on Aug 20, 2012 0:51:48 GMT -5
Driving through Arizona had a way to let a driver take his mind off of things going on in the real world. Long stretches of highway with little more than sage brush and burnt ground to look at for miles. Save for the occasional rusting car in the road, it almost seem like things were still normal. Joe did not let that lure him into a false sense of security. Not just an hour ago he just sent a zombie back to hell, crushing it under the wheels of his fortified big rig. If its buddies ever show up they would only find decayed, humaniond, roadkill.
Every once and a while he would make a call on the CB to see if anyone else was out there. A follow trucker on the move or some folks bunker down and like him, trying desperately to make contact with the living. It wasn't until he saw the sign giving directions to a safe haven that Joe felt welcome relief. The bad thing about traveling those lonely road, it reinforces the fact you are alone.
The rumble of the truck probably could be heard before either the soldier or the other guy could see it. In this world were big vehicles were rare as human kindness, the armor big rig made for a fearsome sight. It herald back to the movies where apocalypse vehicles like this are the show stoppers. Joe, seeing the flashing blue lights, change gears and slow his rig down till inched up behind the first vehicle.
Climbing from his seat to the turret hatch (the machine gun was not mounted as it wasn't needed) and tossed the hatch door open. He climbs up where the soldier could see him, big grin on his face.
"Heeey! Is this where the line to Cochise begins?"
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Post by sellsword on Aug 20, 2012 8:29:36 GMT -5
This had been the most activity,living at least,Hed seen in a couple days.He thought to himself as he watched the armored rig pull up behind the SUV through his binoculars.Hed seen the sign a ways back this had to be the place,Cochise thats where the last group suggested he head after he decided to leave them.
One of the survivors Fathers caught their daughter making unwanted passes at him and he just couldnt take the cold stares and whispers anymore.The group was weird anyway he thought to himself as he got back on his bike and slowly made his way over to the roadblock.
Getting within about 100ft he dismounts the bike and casually walks it up next to the rig,giving the black guy in the turret one of those head nods that means hello he adresses the man in uniform "Hows it going,sign back there says help and safety.im looking for Cochise, this it?"
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Post by achsaber on Aug 20, 2012 14:57:29 GMT -5
Like a cool glass of water on a hot day i read the sign saying "Help and safety here" it means that i might finally get some real direction back to Massachusetts so that I can check on my family.While riding up the ramp and noticing the cyclist,the armored rig,the jeep,and the cop's SUV I start riding faster skidding to a stop not far from the jeep pulling of his football helmet.
I say "hey there guys any chance you know the way to Boston Mass." with a silly smirk on my face.
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Post by Mierin on Aug 20, 2012 19:54:47 GMT -5
Anna starts to warn Justin that they need to be careful, but he's out of the Land Rover before he gets a chance and the others follow him. Rolling her eyes, Anna gets out of the vehicle as well, her rifle slung on her shoulder. These folks could be fine, but in times like this, people could end up cross you when you least expected it. As she waits for a response to Justin's questions, Anna keeps an eye out for any signs of attacks coming there way. 'This could be an ambush.' Anna thinks to herself.
detect ambush [dice=100] / 40%, pass[rand=1304922217424247415477149773982126489632999443498443026189147925]
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Post by Tori on Aug 21, 2012 0:22:04 GMT -5
Bernie heard the kid talking about Massachusetts. He did his undergrad and med-school in the area.
"Yeah, I think I might know a little something about finding Baaston," he said with a smile. "But you're kinda far from home."
He spoke with a New York (Manhattan Jewish, to be precise) accent, tainted with a bit of Beantown, a hint of a slightly odd and foreign accent and by now, more than a little SoCal.
"Did undergrad at BC, and med school at some old musty place in Cambridge." He put out a hand to the youngster. "Bernie Bernstein."
His clothes seemed like an odd hodge-podge of military and civilian, with a dose of paramedic thrown in for good measure. He sported American Army tri-color desert pants and the tan boots. He had a green scrub top, and on his head, he wore a beret that looked suspiciously British, yet had a a foreign insignia: a sword, wreath and writing that looked like it came off a dreidel. IDF, if anyone knew. Here and there were scissors, scalpels, bandages, hypodermics, pen lights, thermometers and drugs. Around his neck, wore a stethoscope. It's tubing was pink, and the diaphragm looked like a "Hello Kitty."
Weapons included several knives, a 10-inch cleaver, an antique German pistol, and a Browning Auto-5. The rest of his gear appeared to be medical in nature, other than reloads and some grenades.
The others could tell he was assessing slowly, both for health and capabilities, including weapons or threat danger.
"I hope Cochise is what was advertised, and she's here," Bernie shot a loaded glance to Anna.
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Post by sellsword on Aug 21, 2012 3:14:07 GMT -5
Bryan had put on a fresh white T a few miles back,still it looked like a second skin,drenched with sweat.He really hoped this was the place .As the thought of spending another day on that bike on this highway did not appeal to him at all.He tried to not chuckle when the kid rode up with a football helmet on,had things gone mad max out west?
Looking over the guy who stepped out of the SUV his first thought was Medic,maybe military the next thought was great another New Yorker he knew that accent heard it plenty times before.The guy looked like he knew his bussiness though.
The guy in the turrets smile and tone seemed genuine,tending bar almost his whole life Bryan was a fairly good read on people.Still he didnt like the fact he was partially hidden in the turret,god only knew what he might have under there.
Things arent like they used to be he reminded himself.And he knew all to well people couldnt just be trusted at face value anymore.
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Post by achsaber on Aug 21, 2012 14:51:05 GMT -5
"Ouch that's New York and Boston in your voice right?That must of sucked during baseball season."While shaking Bernie's hand.
"I'm Robert but most people I knew called me Rob."
Rob is in full football pads with a high school team jacket on that has his name and number on the back.The jacket and the helmet are in the school colors of yellow with purple.He has a sawed off shotgun,a large crowbar,and a hatchet.
"Ya lost is an understatement before the stuff hit the fan a few high school big wigs thought it would be good to raise money for awareness against bullying but have football games you know that stupid east/west stuff."
"Me and my team were in L.A. I was very lucky to get out of there."
In a lower voice to Bernie "whats up with the cop?"
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Post by Tori on Aug 21, 2012 15:39:15 GMT -5
"I stayed out of that fray. My family were Bums fans back in the day, and I had the supremely good fortune to move to Los Angeles. It's good to meet you, Rob. Nice shotgun, by the way." He carried an identical model, though Bernie's had a full barrel.
"We were all lucky to get out of there..." His face tightened as he retreated from the world in thought.
He leaned in to respond to Rob quietly, "I'm not sure about him. The guy in the truck looks like he could handle just about anything, and I'm holding an ace. I guess we wait and see."
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Post by brianfenris on Aug 21, 2012 21:27:02 GMT -5
GM POST
The soldier approaches you cautiously, his hand on the grip of his weapon but keeping the barrel pointed towards the ground. The patches on his desert BDUs identify him as a sergeant in the 855th Military Police Company, a army national guard unit based out of Phoenix. He points to Big Mac in the turret of his truck and signals him to come join the rest of the group standing beside Bernie's jeep.
The soldier stays on his guard, but thanks to Bernie he appears to be little more at ease with the caravan of people that rolled in out of the desert.
“I'm Sergeant Chapman and lemme' be the first to welcome you to Cochise.” He says speaking to everyone. “I know you folks probably came a long way to get here, so I'm not going to keep you long, but I have things to go over with you before I let you in.”
He pauses, appearing to size everyone up, especially those of you who are visibly armed.
“When you get into town, you're gonna be asked to turn over all of your weapons. We're only going to do this until we know for sure you're not at threat to the rest of us, then they'll be returned. If you feel that's gonna be a problem, you have the option of turning around and leaving now.”
You can see Chapman is not going to weaver on that condition. He turns to Bernie and says, “We don't have any medical personal in town and right now we could sure as hell use your help doctor.”
Anna does not notice anyone laying in wait to ambush the group, although she and everyone else can see there is another uniformed man in the SUV talking into a hand microphone, obviously communicating to someone in town.
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Post by Tori on Aug 21, 2012 22:11:43 GMT -5
Bernie turned to at Anna, offering a shrug. He returned his gaze to Chapman.
"I'm more than glad to help anyone, but I don't plan on staying long. I'll help all of your sick and wounded and do what I need to do here. After that, I need to move on if the woman I'm looking for is not with your people. I'm willing to barter, and if you have anything to share for my time, I'd be grateful. Anything else you need, I'm happy to do."
He swallowed hard. "I won't speak for anyone else, but I'll comply with your order, as long as I can keep my blades. They're tools of the trade as well as weapons. And if Anna's out, I'm out too." He nodded to the woman he traveled with.
His posture relaxed noticeably. "Then, there's the Godfather philosophy. I don't want to come walking out of the toilet with just my dick in my hands, alright?" He smiled at Chapman. 40-years of male bonding by quoting "Godfather." Patients loved it.
"We'll assess security at your camp. If it's lacking, or looks like trouble, I may need to decline your invitation."
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Post by achsaber on Aug 22, 2012 14:19:27 GMT -5
"Yes sir officer ... sergent ..... ummm sir no problem at all.
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Post by foxx on Aug 22, 2012 19:45:54 GMT -5
Joe obliges the soldier, ducking back down and closing the turrent hatch. He moves through the cab of his truck, securing his .357 before dismounting from the big rig all together. Quite a bunch had shown up and how some manage on bicycles in this heat was a miracle. They made for a motley bunch that is for sure.
He listens to the Sergant give his spiel about the rules in town. He didn't know about giving up all his weapons to a new town. It was easy for someoen to say they are here to help only to pull the rug out from under your feet later. But Joe sure as hell wanted some time out of the truck and to stretch his legs; maybe even grab some sleep and not have to worry about some zombies trying to get into the truck. He had to give them credit, them zombies did manage to find ways to climb on 'Dead Wrecker' and hold on.
Joe knew he lost the argument before it even begun and nod his head, "Sure thing Sergant. You guys got a need for a good mechanic? As you see I ride around in that rig right there. I did most of the work on it."
Joe was happy to take a little pride in his work. It could provide him with some work and a chance to pick up some supplies.
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Post by sellsword on Aug 23, 2012 13:30:44 GMT -5
Behind his Oakleys Bryan rolled his eyes,not my guns he thought to himself with a less than audible sigh.But looking around it seemed no one else had a problem with it and he didnt want to be that guy.So motioning in the direction of the miltaryish looking Doctor he replies "I kinda like what he said,ill go with that".Throwing the Doc a wry smile Bryan,nods his head.
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