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Post by sellsword on Dec 3, 2012 7:28:41 GMT -5
Mac's truck was a sight better than anything hed seen abandoned on the road,not to mention it ran and ran good from what he could tell.But Bernies logic was sound,Bryan nodded and climbed into the Rover.He hated how hed become so untrusting but people had changed being a survivor meant more than just being alive more often then not it meant you were able to do the things and make the decisions others could not or would not.Desperation led folks to do dispicable things the world was now full of dead hearts and dead souls and they werent all zombies.
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Post by Tori on Dec 11, 2012 20:16:06 GMT -5
Bernie watched the wide, flat chaparral go by. Now and then, he would spot a house off the road.
"Nice fields of vision. We'd see a herd five miles away... Good for zombie combat. Absolute shit for salvaging supplies. This is some sparse country."
The Hendrix song came to an end, and Bernie pressed a button on the dashboard. "Song, Jane's, Sympathy."
"I love the Stones, but this is a great cover. Anyhow, how about you, Bryan? Tell me of your bar. Was it full of $500 an hour hookers? A dive redneck bar? An Irish pub maybe? Man, I loved the old pub off Brattle Street. Guiness Stout, Jamison, and the dart tournaments every Tuesday night! I usually won a little money in those tournaments..."
His voice trailed off remembering better days. "Keep your eyes skinned for walkers. If we spot singles or small groups, sing out. We'll stop and take them out. A dead geek now is one we won't have to fight in a herd."
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Post by brianfenris on Dec 13, 2012 23:27:33 GMT -5
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Your small convey pulls out of the school's parking lot, Bernie's Rover in the lead, Patty taking the middle, and Big Mac's truck bringing up the rear. One of the soldier is standing outside the state troopers SUV the turn off to Hwy 191, waving to your group as you pass by and speed off towards the south.
Gil's dry voice crackles over your radios, “Patriot to convoy, sound off with your call signs that your reading me loud and clear.”
Patty is the first to reply that Jefferson hears him just fine.
The flat arid land opens up miles around as you drive down the dusty highway, giving you a rolling showcase of lonely homesteads and farms still standing after the apocalypse. How abandoned they are is anyone's guess. Outside the walls of Cochise, there by be monsters.
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Post by Tori on Dec 14, 2012 8:38:38 GMT -5
"Washington reads five by five. Over and out."
Bernie gave a perturbed snort and spoke aloud to the people in his truck. "That guy's going to be the death of Cochise. His lazy defense, and now a comms check after we had one already? Every swinging dick can hear that, and we're barely out of the gate."
Bernie shook his head again as he drive. "Probably a reporter or something before the wave."
Now, he began his search for walkers. Sooner or later, something would roll up, or else he would get to the store.
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Post by achsaber on Dec 14, 2012 13:51:24 GMT -5
Rob starts looking over the landscape for any zeds If nothing shows itself he will start to talk to Patty but will not look directly at her he will keep scanning both sides of the road as he can.
"Hey Patty did you grow up in Cochise or did you move here?"After a pause for an answer.
"Do you mind if I blabber on while you drive I'm always nervous before a game and for me that's the best way I can think of what we are doing.You know as a sports game not a lets go play hide and seek game.Once this thing starts getting real I keep quiet and not twitch and stuff but until then I let the nerves run there course."
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Post by foxx on Dec 16, 2012 14:53:06 GMT -5
"This is Adams checking in, how read me?" Joe says on his trucks radio. He was happy to be back in his rig and on the move again. Happy to be doing something and working with others accomplishing the same goal. It is very much like his days in the Army when he would convoy with his fellow soldiers through the sandy terrain of Iraq. The big truck rumbles after the others, its height allow Joe and his passengers a much higher view point than the lower carriage vehicles.
"Yeah, now this is how you ride at the end of the world. A big rig with a couple of friends." Joe says out loud, mostly to make conversation with his passenger.
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Post by brianfenris on Dec 16, 2012 22:42:14 GMT -5
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Patty watches ahead in the driver's seat of her van, the pale girl wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. She says without taking her eyes off the road, “I from Bisbee, a couple of miles south of here. After Gil saved me from the getting killed by the zombies, he was just driving, y'know, looking for a place for us to hold up when we stumbled on Cochise. A really small place, almost a ghost town. But with a school. There were some survivors already here by then and we just kinda stuck around after that.”
She gives him small smile. “Sure go ahead. I don't always get the chance to have someone ride with me one of these trips, especially one who likes to talk. I mean I'd rather have a jock that likes to talk, then the strong silent type. Kinda like my last partner, who was kinda of a wimp.”
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Bobbie laughs along with Big Mac, halfheartedly, setting back in the truck's cushioned seat, looking around the surrounding countryside.
“This is a sweet ride you got, Bro. Like you say, nothing like ridin' around in a tank when you got some brain eatin' mutha' fucka's tryin' to snack on your ass.” He looks around the trucks enterior. “Shit, ain't nothin' like the trucks I drove. I bet you musta' been makin' the big bucks for a nice truck like this. What all can this baby do?”
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“Patriot to convoy. Do not answer. Be advised that I'm picking up some radio traffic from an unknown station. I'm trying to make contact with them now. Proceed with caution until further notice. Jefferson switch to your secondary channel. Adams and Washington will relay through you. Proceed with caution until further notice. Out.”
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Post by achsaber on Dec 17, 2012 16:13:55 GMT -5
"OK so don't be a wimpy silent type no problem.How long is this ride going to be if we don't hit a lot of traffic and make all greens?"
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Post by sellsword on Dec 18, 2012 7:56:27 GMT -5
Bryan got comfortable in the back seat setting the Mossberg on the seat next to him,"I worked at a resort bar in Orlando,mostly tourists and business men but occasionally a celebrity or football player would come through" ive bartended just about everywhere though,there was an irish bar Four Green Fields it was called, place had the best atmosphere of them all". "Darts huh?stell tip or plastic? I used to be a league player myself and not a bad one either". He cracks a smile remembering those late smoky nights throwing darts and drinking away his cares.Bryan continues making casual conversation touching on why Bernie wears a foreign uniform he avoids asking anything about the mans wife to avoid awkwardness.
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Post by Tori on Dec 18, 2012 13:52:51 GMT -5
"Steel tip. We kept real score. And I remember Four Green Fields when I was down there for CE. Everyone had an Irish accent. Thatched roof place, wasn't it? I didn't play there, but it was certainly the kind of place that would have real dart boards."
Bernie was glad Bryan asked about the uniform. "Yeah, I was in the Army. The Israeli Army. When I was 17, I decided to get dual citizenship. Part of citizenship over there is compulsory national service. So I did two years as a field medic in the Golani Brigade. I've been out for 16 years. Went to school in the mean time. I just figured the old cammie pants and the beret might be good as a symbol for order, after all order broke down. Lord knows we could use some of that."
The message on the radio from Patriot was clear. Someone out there might need help. Then again, someone out there might be setting a trap. Bernie followed directions and did not respond. "I wonder what this is all about," he mused aloud.
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Post by brianfenris on Dec 18, 2012 22:11:20 GMT -5
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“It's a straight shot down from Cochise, about eight miles. Far enough to make your nervous but not to far away from the Calvary is we need someone to come rescue us. Probably not with this many people, but you never know.”
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The Arizona desert rolls by your small convey of vehicles, the highway stays open and clear although once in a while you'll pass by a vehicle abandoned along side the road, glinting under the sunlight and a thick accumulation of dust and sand. You don't see anything stir inside them as you pass by, but you long gone to be sure.
A surprise for the newcomers along your route is the Apache Station Power Plant. Once capable of generating electricity for the surrounding towns and homesteads, the sprawling plant now stands dark and silent, long since abandoned by man and slowly being reclaimed by the desert. How empty it really is anybody's guess, although you do see a few cars still sitting out in the front parking lot.
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Post by Tori on Dec 19, 2012 12:06:48 GMT -5
"Song-Bunnymen-Moon," Bernie said as the last song ended. A new one began to play.
"You know, that power plant might have some useful stuff. It was probably down to a skeleton crew at the time of the wave," Bernie said to Anna and Bryan. "There will be weapons in the guard shack, and possibly among walkers, because plants were heavily guarded. There will also be plenty of heavy equipment and firefighting gear, too. On the other hand, a power plant might make for a good holdout for survivors, if it went uninfected."
He keyed the mic. "Washington to Jefferson. Interrogative: What is the status of the power plant and has it been searched, over?"
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Post by foxx on Dec 19, 2012 13:11:17 GMT -5
"Heavy armor, flame thrower at the doors to keep them off the rig." By them he meant the zombies when they converged on Joe and his truck.
"Oh, yeah, some firends help modified the under carriage so I can take this baby off-road. Not bad, huh?" Joe laughs as he keeps an eye on the vehicles they pass by on the road. He wasn't concern about a walker stepping out in front of him, it would be turn into a bag of broken meat and bone. It was survivors who might decide to dart out from between the vehicles at the last second. He did not want to ruin their day by accidentally hitting them.
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Post by brianfenris on Dec 24, 2012 0:01:05 GMT -5
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Quirks a brow and looks at Ron, mouthing the world 'interrogative', having a little fun at Bernie's expense.
“Washington, I don't know. I knew it was down this way but no one back town ever mentioned it and the place isn't on my usual routes so I haven't really given it a second thought. You thinking it might be worth checking out?”
WASHINGTON
As soon as Patty finishes speaking, another voice cuts in over the radio.
“Patriot, Washington, I like to run this by you real quick. I'm talking to a guy who says with his a military company. Their just south of Sunsites, which should put them on Highway 191. Are you interested in verifying they are who they say they are? Otherwise, I have them come to us. Over”
ADAMS
“Crap man, that's great! I wish I had your friends to hook me up. Me? Had to ditch my rig outside Tuscan in the middle of a miles long traffic jam. Got so many damn people tryin' to run outta the city, nothing was movin'. Nothin'. Then the damn zombies start walkin' all over us.”
Bobbie runs a hand over his dark hair, settling back into his seat. “Nothin' I could do. Just got out and started runnin'. Lucked out and got away, I guess.”
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Post by Tori on Dec 24, 2012 11:15:38 GMT -5
Bernie heard both messages and paused for a second. "Damn, a military company? Anna? Bryan? We could probably retake cities with an entire company. Let's see what they have."
He grabbed the radio and keyed the mic.
"Washington to Jefferson. Power plant will have an infirmary with paramedic supplies, a security center with small arms to repel a terrorist attack, its own small fire department, a machine shop and heavy equipment like dozers, loaders, dump trucks and backhoes... Plus it is a secure building that may house or could be used to house additional survivors. This is a microcosm of everything we need. I say we clean out the plant, grab what we can, catalog what we can't and secure the plant's gates and come back for the rest later with additional vehicles and labor, over..."
He looked over to Anna. "His guys may need resupply and medical attention. Let's pick them up."
Bernie keyed the mic again. "Washington to Patriot: Solid copy and affirmative, we'd like to bring in the company. Tell him to head north and we will proceed south. Prepare backup if we are overwhelmed. Over.
"Washington to Presidents. This is either the answer to a prayer, or a nightmare. Jefferson, pull up line abreast with us. When we make contact, go to a herringbone roadblock formation and stop. Adams, you bring up the rear and get Suarez in that turret. Keep weapons out, but pointed over the soldiers heads unless they show any type of hostility. Hopefully, we're on the same team. If they are free agents, we'll see them on their way. If they are hostiles, better engage them on the road than in Cochise. Let's assume they are friendly until proven otherwise, over."
As the song came to an end, Bernie pressed another button on the dashboard. "How about another lunar song? Music - Television - Marquee Moon."
This song began to play:
"Anna? I'll talk to this guy when we meet up. Cover me though, and if he or his guys try something funny, take them down. Hopefully, we'll all come out like the Waltons and wave."
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