Post-apocalyptic fun (ic)

[kittenofdeath]

We’ve all been sorry
We’ve all been hurt
But how we survive
Is what makes us who we are​

Little whimpers mixed with the sound of slow dripping water in the underground train tunnel, not that there had been any trains down it for years, most of the track was destroyed, and some of the roof and walls had fallen away, but it still provided people with a good means of getting from point A to point B.

The whimpering stopped with a yelp, heavy footfalls from metal boots quickly running in its direction now that it was loud enough to be tracked. Two figures emerged from a hole in the wall where something had been able to make a tunnel to another part of the railway, both about 6’2 and clad in clunky, noisy, fully enclosed metal armor, one carrying a sleek rifle, the green glow from the sides of it marking it as a plasma weapon, the other carrying a much less sophisticated, but just as deadly automatic shotgun.

They advanced down the tracks, slowly advancing on where the whimpers and yelp came from, but just a few feet away from a corner they heard a click, an explosion ripping though one of them before he could even look down, his bottom half disappearing in a red mist while the other was thrown like a rag doll.

The survivor cursed to himself behind the mask of his helmet as he clawed his way back up to his feet, he was just starting to look for his shotgun when he saw her, half around the corner, a pistol held in her hands, his instinctively went for the holster on his hip, but she was too quick, a few loud cracks of ionising air sounding out as she let out a burst of fire from the weapon, red lasers impacting against the armour and doing little more than melt a few spots on it, but one lucky beam went under the helmet and hit the neck, searing right through the flesh and the spine, cauterising the wound as it went, killing instantly with barely any blood.


The mine wasn’t Xaphia’s doing, she had no idea who put it there, but she knew what it was, and that she was lucky to have seen it, the soldiers weren’t as lucky. One of her hands left her pistol and returned to the small patch of blood on her jumpsuit, right above her left hip, she had removed the bullet and stopped the bleeding, so it would heal quick enough, but it still hurt.

She hurried off without checking the bodies, the blast would have drawn anyone else in the area and she was understandably not in the mood to meet new people without seeing them before they saw her. Soon she made it to a station, it stunk, she didn’t want to be there, but she didn’t have a choice, so she quickly scanned the area, her pistol still gripped in her hand.

She went to the nearby lockers and opened them all up, one was empty, another had something she assumed was food at one point, there were another two empty ones then she hit paydirt, a long greatcoat modified to have a nice hood, it was a bit to big for her, but that made it perfect to hide the horns on her head and the long black tail that sung out behind her. She slipped it on as she looked at the other items, a knife, she took that, a compass, that she left, inferior to her pipboys navigational systems, and some notes written on a piece of paper, she rolled them up and slid it in to one of the pouches on her belt, she could read them later.

She was about to check on the next locket when her ears perked up to another sound, more footfalls, not loud like before, she could barely hear it, and she had been living the corridors of a vault for her entire life, so she knew how to hear in an echoing place like the train tunnels, but all she could tell is it was coming from the stairs a few meters away from where she stood.

She decided not to take chances and dashed for the tracks, jumping down and hiding as best she could behind some rubble, her knuckles white as she clenched her pistol and prayed she would live, just a little longer, something she found she was doing often today.

 

[ChaoticLove]

It was the explosion that had caught the dark haired woman's attention. She'd been heading in the opposite direction of it, but she couldn't help changing directions. It was amazing that Ashlynn had lived so long considering how curious she was.

She moved quietly, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her armored hoodie, and hoped that if she came across someone they wouldn't shoot first and ask questions later. She was running low on ammo, not a good thing in this world. All she could really hope for was that she wasn't walking towards a group of men. Her booted footsteps echoed through the tunnel, the sound seemed deafening to her in the near silence.

Pulling the hood of her jacket up, she came across the explosion site and shook her head slightly. It still amazed her that there was just so much destruction out there. She moved quickly past the sceene and bit her lower lip as she stepped towards the lockers. Some looked like they had already been gone through but she didn't see anyone around and wondered if the person who had was long gone or the reason for the explosion.

 

[kittenofdeath]

Xaphia kept her head down as she heard whoever it was moving about up on the station, she was closer now, so she could tell a little more, it was a she, and she wasn’t to big, or all that good a hiding… or she had a big enough gun to not care wether she was seen or not, that wouldn’t have been good. She slowly turned and peeked over the rubble, catching sight of a woman, she didn’t appear heavily armed.

She ducked back down, contemplating her next move, she couldn’t go back, and there could be more of the armoured people coming, so she was going to have to go out in to the world soon enough, and she would have to start talking to people… well, not talking, but interacting. She stood up and climbed back on to the platform behind the woman, then slowly walked over and placed her hand on the woman’s shoulder to get her attention.

 

[ChaoticLove]

She'd never been a very sneaky person, she'd grown up in one of the ruins and hadn't needed to be overly sneaky. She usually found that she was the better off when she didn't try to sneak about. Sadly she was a little clumsy at times.

Ashlynn jumped slightly at the feel of a hand on her shoulder. She turned quickly to face the other person and almost sighed with relief at the sight of the woman. "Hello," she said softly as she smiled softly.

 

[knight713]

Outside The winds started to howl, kicking up dust and what few debris it could lift off the ground. In the distance a man dressed in a black long coat, a black cowboy hat, the pack on his back showed that he has been wandering around for a short while. He had a piece of black cloth around his mouth and nose while red goggles protected his eyes.

He had been walking for sometime now, he used to have a motorcycle that he took from the underground city he used to live in. But it ran out of gas months ago and he sold it to a wandering convoy for some food water and other supplies. which the people were all to happy tohave teh motrocyle since they could scout out areas while the main convoy was in a safe place. s he continued on his way he could see something in the distance, even from where he was at he could tell it was a ruined city.

In the distance he could see the outlines of a long ruined city, for some reason the man stopped and looked around. He had heard something it was faint but he wasn’t for sure what it was, not wanting to walk into a war zone he quickly took the pack off and pulled out a binocular and scanned the city. He saw now signs of a battle, just broken buildings that have decayed as the years went by..
“ I should find some shelter it looks like a storm is coming” he replied as he pulled the cloth away from his mouth. He quickly gave a sigh but this place would have to do for now, he didn’t want to get caught in the open when the storm hit. The man quickly made his way into the city , his eyes quickly scanning the surrounding area, looking for any signs of life. After a few minutes of walking around he came to a lone building that looked like it would be good enough. He quickly made his way towards it to set up his camp for the night.

 

[ValhalC]

In the streets above, on the corner, a ramshackle casino, lit with salvaged lights, poured light and sound into the street. The song was a jazzy lounge tune, a classic from long ago. The trumpet and sax were blaring, but at their best could not outdo the slick crooner on stage.

"You let me violate you. You let me desecrate you.

You let me PEN-ET-TRAAAAATE YOU-Hoo!

Ya let me complicate you"

The man on stage is young and handsome, with a bowler hat and a pointed black goatee. He wears a suit, with a floor-length coat that appears almost like some kind of dress. He takes a sip of his martini and continues crooning in his jazzy, Lounge-lizard style.

"Help me, I broke apart my innnnn-sides,
help me! I ain't got no Soul to sell...
Help me! the only thing that works for me
help me get Away from myyyyy-self"

He leans in close to an attractive woman in the audience, speaking the next words more than singing them, with a sly grin and a wink.

"I wanna fuck ya like animal"

 

[thewhiteone]

Lovisia

Two years.

Tomorrow would make it two years since she had been dispatched on her long term scouting mission. Two down...three to go. It had been a very boring two years for the Ghost. Two years since she'd seen her friends, been to a party, had any alcohol, a cock...and even worse...two years since she'd had pussy or a girl go down on her.

It sucked. She barely even got to shoot anything to make up for it. During the entire two years she had fired her baby only 16 times, not once for her pistol. The only times she was allowed to shoot were in self defense (hadn't happened yet), to kill powerful inhuman beings that attacked or enslaved humans (five had 4in diameter holes burned in their heads), or to discretely help a human settlement if attacked by forces that would slaughter or rape and pillage (a searing blast of blue light burning a large hole through the leaders from no where, or a quick slice with a very fine beam slicing them in two...which often took even the victim several seconds to realize what happened, were often enough to cause confusion and panic).

The whole time, she remained in her suit ((OOC: like Halo's Spartans)), only removing her helmet to eat, drink, and occasionally feel the cool refreshing waters of a spring or stream.

In two years, no one had seen her (the active camouflage made sure of that), and her only conversations were with Joyce, her handler back in A51. Unlike the conversations (and more) they had shared back home, these had to be mostly professional.

More suckage.

But, Lovisia Ghosteyes was GHOST. She knew what she signed up for the day little Amy Terance died and young Lovisia Ghosteyes was born. She was GHOST, and would never give less that 210% her best (110% was for normals)...no mater how much she might grumble in her head.

Currently she was watching and studying a young half demon. The Ghost had been watching her from both a distance and up close. Collecting information on such beings was vital. Not even a dog or cat could hear her move when she didn't want them to, and as long as she moved slowly, there was no chance of her being seen. Nor did she give off any thermal signature. She was a ghost.

The woman seemed to be increasingly warry. Whether it was because of her being hunted and/or the feeling that she was being watched, Lovisia could not say at this time.

She had been watching her and the two men walking in her direction when the mine went off. Watched as the woman killed the second man and looted them. These had not been the first pair wearing that armor that seemed to pursue the woman, nor the first to die. All from Vault City 19. Followed when the woman moved off, crawling along the side of the wall like a spider. Watched as she looted more. Watched as another woman came in and was startled by the half demon.

This new comer was hot, the twitch in her pussy said so before training overruled it. The half demon beautiful too, but she was half demon. This new comer was human.

She watched.

 

[kittenofdeath]

She didn’t freak out, that was good, she jumped a little, but that was fine, would have been weird if she hadn’t at least done something like that. Of course, now she had a problem, she didn’t speak, but she had never had to actually explain that to someone before, she could just speak with her psychically, but she could imagine hundreds of ways that could go wrong.

She readied herself, suppressing the nagging urge of paranoia that she was still being followed and watched, not completely suppressed though, shw would be on the move again soon, over the past few days she had learned that her paranoia was a valuable asset, such as the time she could have sworn there was someone hiding in a little crack in the wall, there wasn’t, but getting up to check saver her life.

She pointed to herself, then to her mouth as she mimed speaking, then finished it off by shaking her head, hoping that she would understand what it meant, and not run off like she was a mental patient.

 

[knight713]

The man quickly scouted the surrounding area but he never went to far from where he was staying at, he had found many burnable materials that would make a good fire and would keep him warm for the night. The man quickly tipped the hat up and he saw a building that was marked subway.

“Interesting I might have to check that out for anything interesting” the man replied, he quickly went back to what he was doing and pilled the items he gathered into a pile. He quickly started to rummage through his pack, unknown to him a creature was beginning to make its way towards him, it was long about 5 feet, it moved like a snake but it looked like a worm but with scales like a snake. The creature slowly lifted up its head and opened its mouth, several rows of sharp teeth could be seen. It moved silent towards the man as it got closer and closer saliva started to drip from the creature’s mouth.

It quickly raised its head for a strike but before it could strike at him a gunshot echoed in the building, the man slowly looked behind him and saw the creature was dead.

“Well it looks like I’ll have some dinner” the man replied as he tossed a pistol onto the pack. He quickly picked it up and looked at it. “I do hope its eatable.” he added as he pulled out a knife, He quickly walked to another part of the room and skinned the creature and gutted it and tossed the guts away but kept the skin. Maybe he could use it for something but was not sure what. The man quickly started a fire. He cut the creature into the smaller pieces and placed it on the fry pan, he quickly opened his coat and pulled out a long barrel revolver and placed it by his side, it was slightly out of sight put he was still able to reach it and fire a quick shot if he needed to.

It has been about three years since he forcibly left the underground city they way the new leader was doing things. It didn’t go well with him but the others did, but a few did not like it but they still followed his orders. Two of the three years he had to fight against fellow soldiers who were sent after him, for some reason the others were being affected by something and it seemed like it wasn’t affecting him at all. From what he could figure out was that a few of the soldiers of the super soldier program had started to die from unknown causes, and it seemed like he was going to be the cure for them. One by one he had to kill them, former friends, people he grew up with and trained with.

 

[The_PG]

Convoy A009 was on it's way to scout one of the few derelict cities it had yet to touch on in it's twenty or so year history. Typically it stayed just on the perimeter of the ten or so settlements it protected and harvested from, over those twenty years it had lost a fight to bandits only one time early in it's beginning. It wasn't because of the single helicopter, or even the heavy weapons that made the roaring convoy look so intimidating either. Those big weapons were pretty useless against some of the more mutant and atrocious bugs that had popped up on the grid in the last two decades.

No. It was the fighters. Like Thomas Kelly, ingenious, decisive, and most of all ruthless. Bugs crumpled under his steel rimmed boots anytime they reared their butt ugly heads. All bugs had weak spots that they themselves didn't know about until Thomas showed them, weak stomachs got C4 strapped to them, a paper thin eye lid got to feel the bite of Thomas's Katana. The big, hulking bugs, well none of them were fast enough to catch the mobile convoy, or escape a wash in acid bombs.

As the camouflaged convoy headed for the center of the city, codenamed ZeX-10, Thomas gazed from behind a pair of dark sunglasses from his perch on the side of the Little Bird helicopter. He hung on lightly, but with a firm grip, as the Little bird prepared to lift off from the racing eighteen wheeler.

Glancing at the pilot, he and his team of three support specialists (one medic, one demolitions man, and one of the geeky types) were given the all ready signal. They each repeated it back and the chopper launched into the air with a slight whine of it's turbine engines. While still have the base design of the Little Bird's used by Americans just years before the Armageddon, this Little Bird had several advancements. The fuel cells that packed it's tank were extra dense, and it burned roughly one-tenth of the amount of fuel burned by the older helicopters. Advanced radio, radar, and infrared detectors dotted the front of the helicopter. Two mini-guns were connected just under where Thomas and his team sat on the short stubby wings. The pilot and co-pilot were both twenty year pro's, nobody was better then them.

The heli took a long arcing flight through the city before circling round and landing atop a vast warehouse. Generally the first thing looted, retailers still managed to have quite a vast array of useful things left behind and it also had vast parking sports dotted with unused cars, which meant scavenging parts would be a lot easier, and any threats would be quite easy to detect.

Thomas and his team would scout this place out before the convoy arrived, and then move further downtown, searching for gas stations, auto-repair stores, and gun shops. Those were like gold mines, otherwise they'd also be looking for any survivors who were left in the city, or under it as they'd come to find many people had taken refuge in subways and underground parking lots.

"Coming in for a nice, easy, shit! I hate it when he does that." The pilot cursed into his mic as the heli wobbled for a moment, before coming all the way down for that nice easy landing.

Thomas was waiting for them, both of his Beretta 92's out and set to fully automatic. "Ready?" He asked his team, before getting a nod. He kicked in the door to the warehouse, and silently they slipped inside.

 

[sfaigon]

Ayumi

The endless miles of sand and stone disappeared underneath her pounding feet as Ayumi traversed the barren terrain with ease. Her blades were strapped across her back and bounced on her bum.

Ayumi had been running for days, ever since she "woke up." Her human nature shuddered and blocked out the memories. Ayumi's biostats were flashing red as they have been for a while now. They listed flaws in her internal power grid and the nutrients needed to bring her back to full power.

Ayumi's eyelids drooped as the power that had been driving her flatlined. Her systems blinked a bright red once before going black.

Ayumi's form crashed onto the stone hard ground as her life support systems struggled to keep her alive.

 

[kittenofdeath]

These ones had given Blue quite a run around, not because they were exceptionally skilled, just because their leader was so paranoid that his men were out to get him, it wasn’t such a bad move really, he had been using his men to track him, they were planning to take him out, apparently they wanted a bigger cut, stupid meatbags. He stealthily moved over the rocks, they were just outside of a city, not much there, a real ruin if there ever was one, he checked the straps holding his glove in place, it wasn’t going to come off this time, it was a new toy and he was still working with it.

He was about to strike, they were all bunched together, an easy kill, he wouldn’t even need his shiskebab, but seconds before he jumped, a barely dressed woman ran past, collapsing before she was even out of sight… Blue had seen a lot of things, and he was starting to think he understood humans, but this was new.

The group was starting to disperse, some wanted to check it out, others were getting skittish and looking sideways at their comrades, he had to hit them now. He pounced, synthetic muscle propelling him clear though the air, the first one dieing as he was crushed underneath Blues weight, the second had a claw through the back of his skull before he knew anything was happening, the third had his gun out already, impressive, but not enough, the weak 9mm round bouncing off him as his free hand curled in to a fist and dislocated the mans jaw so he could deal with the last one, the clawed gauntlet disembowelling him and pouring blood and intestines on to the man writhing on the floor with a broken jaw, who quickly died under Blues foot.

He quickly crouched down and took a finger from the ring leader (you gotta prove the kill somehow) safely depositing it away in his pocket, then legged it over to the woman, crouching down beside her and trying to find any injury that would account for what happened, but then he realised what she was “oh you’re kidding” he muttered, staring at the android on the floor in front of him like a ghost “you are fucking kidding”

He pulled off his gauntlet and rolled her over “hey” he lifted her head off the ground, checking for any damage (for some reason humans liked putting the important parts there) “you damaged? Are you operational?”

 

[Katamari Roller]

"I am not angry at you, you know. That´s the first thing you should understand. I don´t kill because I get angry..."

A finger fell off, and patted gently on the floor. From there, it bounced and rolled a few centimeters and into the pool of blood that was quickly forming under the table of the living room. It was a pretty cozy spot, all things considered. For a derelict city, some people really knew how to scrape off a living. It was a shame the rug was getting stained, but the red suit it better, now she thought about it.

"I kill because I get hungry."

A strip of flesh was torn off the abdomen next. The intestines were soft and, if she got lucky, she could even taste what the person had eaten. Of course, the stomach acids ruined her digestion a bit, but she had developed some kind of inmunity to it a long time ago.

"And you just happened to be here. You see, to me, you are just like cattle. I am above you in the feeding chain."

Her fingers dripped blood like a badly-closed faucet. She quickly rose her hand to her mouth and licked them gently, moaning in delight. Blood was sweeter decades ago, but now, it had a rougher taste. However, this specimen had apparently led an unhealthy diet. How he managed that, she couldn´t understand, and she didn´t care that much. But she made her best to enjoy it. Her dull eyes looked up at the terrified woman in front of her, tied to a chair and gagged. The woman didn´t look away. She watched, even as her neck twisted. It was so funny, watching her struggle with her head to not see, yet struggle with her eyes to see.

"It is the raw meat, isn´t it? You humans learned to cook meat a long, long time ago... well, I prefer my food fresh. As fresh as possible. And it doesn´t matter if I make a mess, because my clothes were a gift from Satan."

The whole room stank of death, as did her clothes. Her greatcoat and dress were soaked in blood. She took the corpse by the arm, and pulled, and pulled, and pulled until it snapped off cleanly. Blood started leaking immediately, but she quickly hung it in the air right on top of her head as she turned it upwards to drink. The precious liquid went everywhere. It flowed down her blonde hair, it gave a reddish tint to her pale skin... and it put a smile on her face. The blood formed a lake on her lap, then fell onto the floor forming a tiny cascade. Even her skirt was dripping with it.

"It´s refreshing... if only you could feel the way I feel now...! I love God so much for giving you humans so much blood! If he had given you just a bit more, I would have become an angel without hesitation!"

Standing off the chair so fast that it fell backwards, Crimson laughed. Blood splattered all over the floor, propelled by her sudden motion. The body hanging off her hand was tossed back onto the pile behind her with a careless toss, where it met its five predecessors. The woman whimpered into her gag as she tried to drag her chair backward, but the demon walked forward, laughing harder as the liquid of life she had extracted from the five unfortunates before her dripped down her pale face.

"Oh, please, keep struggling! I love it when you poor creatures think you have a chance! And it makes your veins so much more delicious!"

The woman´s eyes widened in panic when Crimson´s hand approached. She had seen what it could do. The red-stained fingers touched her chest with the tips first, then the full palm closed around her breast. Just as Crimson started applying pressure, she heard it. A buzzing noise from afar... a propeller.

"Heh! You know, I think I´m not that hungry anymore. But I am in the mood for a game!"

Crimson could hear the helicopter´s propeller clearly. She grabbed the chair by the back and dragged it effortlessly with the woman on top out of the sweet-smelling room, and into the corridors of the flat. The helicopter was very close now. Crimson tore door after door apart, until she reached the street. There, she set the woman down. She was dark-haired, and wore only a white night-gown, very modest. Her family was still religious.

That after-thought made Crimson grin savagely with satisfaction. That, and seeing the helicopter land a couple of blocks away, on top of a warehouse. Maybe they had already seen her, maybe they would when they took off.

"Here are the rules of the game. They are very simple. You are going to make sure those men don´t come after me by telling them that some mutants attacked you and ran off in the opposite direction. Is that clear?"

The woman nodded enthusiastically. Crimson cut the gag with her nails, then the ropes holding the woman down. But before she could take off like a gazelle, the demon´s hand closed around her leg and pulled her up, making her smash herself onto the street´s concrete. The woman moaned in pain.

"Wait a second there, dear! I have to give you some incentive to make sure you go to them and provide me with my escape!"

Just when her hostage turned her head wondering what she meant, Crimson tore into her leg with her hand, and tore off a good section of her tibia and fibula, together with the veins, arteries and a lot of muscle mass. The woman screamed such as the city had not heard in years.

"Be sure to hurry, you won´t last long if you don´t get that looked at!"

Crimson exploded into an roaring laugh as she strolled back into the building, still dripping blood, and sucking on the woman´s flesh and bones. She was, perhaps, a little gluttonous...

 

[Deleted member 1126402]

Let’s go sunning
It’s so good for you
Let’s go sunning
Beneath the sky of blue
Greet the sun every morn
Feel as free and happy as the day you were born


Jason loved this song, it was always a good song to just lay around and do nothing, and that the way he liked it, laying on the flat rock as it looked over the barren wasteland. Old stations, broken freeways and bridges the only thing in sight, as his eye were closed, his arm behind his head singing the song as it came from his pipboy his coat spread across the rock showing his clothes underneath along with some of his inventory.

As soon as the song ended, Jason opened to his eyes a gun to head forehead the first thing he saw. he looked at the man holding, his filthy was enough to indicate that he was a raider. A normal person would have been terrified, Jason wasn't normal, as he gave big smile to the man, "Hi there" he said as if seeing a new friend "sure if nice today, isn't it" the man looked at him with same blank, "give me your stuff and maybe you'll see another". Jason rolled his eyes, "wow, did you think of that all by yourself?" he said "well see I can't give you my stuff, because you know I...need it, I guess you can say it has some sentimental value". "Well then I guess I'll have to kill you for it". A blank look came over Jason's face "With these threats you're making me angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry" the two starred each other for a moment eye to eye until Jason laughed "I'm just foolin with ya, I don't get angry, I'd just shoot ya" with that Jason quickly took out his magnum shooting the raider in the arm the pain forcing him to let go of his gun, the loud sound from the gun seeming to travel across the waste.

Jason stood up as if not to have a care in the world taking steps to the raider as he laid on the ground holding his arm while the other tried to reach for his gun "no, no no" said Jason as he kicked the gun away squatting down to the man, the pain almost obvious in his eyes "you know I been working so hard lately" began Jason "I haven't had sex in so long, let alone a moment of peace....I mean there was this on farmgirl who I was totally maybe gonna do, she was like a 7.... maybe an 8, then all a sudden he dad pops in going get away with my daughter , next thing I know his has a broken nose and she's all Ahh you hurt my daddy and it just got awkward". The raider continued to look as Jason took out his baton retracting it "If I can't get laid I'd atleast like to rest for a moment, just sit back and look at the.....(looks around) radiated lake?, but noooooo, you got to come and try to ruin that.. that's just rude" Jason move the baton scanning the man as he whistle the song from before, stopping at the raider wound as he pokes it with the tip of the baton, the raider screams loudly in agonizing pain, able to one again be heard all around. The screams began to turn into crying as Jason rolled his eyes "that look painful" and without hesitation he shot the raider in the head, looking though his stuff "no wonder you wanted to rob me" said Jason "your stuff sucks" He stood up taking his assault rifle laying on the rock putting over his back, and began to walk. not knowing where he was headed, but then again he never did.

 

[The_PG]

While wastelands were notoriously hot and often made heat sensors pretty irrelevant, the climate in this Armageddon world had gotten to a point where they were backwards operational. Which meant, now instead of searching for a human body that produced more heat then the surrounding air, it looked for any sort of life form that cooled the air around it. One such blip rose on the screen of the operational Humvee in the forward scout position.

"Possible contact at eleven o'clock, slight thermal variation and air collision." Air collision meant cooler air was colliding with hot air and going lukewarm in the middle, though in this case it was look hot. That definitely meant there was some sort of life form ahead.

"Roger," Inside the department store, Thomas touched the earpiece and issued commands, "Little Bird go check out the company, keep out of sight and sound. Main convoy proceed to rendezvous, we're just about done clearing. Strike force, move in towards the target, wait for on sight analysis before proceeding. Over."

"Roger that sir."

Above, on the roof, the co-pilot fired up his powerful binoculars and pilot shot them off the roof, high, high into the air so that the sound of their rotary blades would not even be detectable until it was too late for the target. This would put them out of mini-gun range, but the co-pilot also had his standard sniper rifle in it's holster on the outside of the chopper armed and ready for use.

The convoy then split in two, deploying both APC's (Armored Personnel Carrier) as it moved in to the narrower city streets toward the department store. Three Humvee's and two dirt bikes where the strike force, fanned out and headed for the target.

"Copy strike force, I have one, repeat one, live human life form. The second is a lifeless humanoid form. Both seem to be more human then anything." Of course that could mean angels, demons, or mutants of some sorts. Zombies even. The only thing it wouldn't be was vampires or werewolves since they couldn't survive in the heat of the day. Thomas made the call, "Meet and greet boys, no need to get hostile."

"Roger sir, meeting and greeting."

Instead of deploying the many variations of lethal, or non-lethal weapons and taking the advantage of surprise they had, the strike force simply loitered up. Showing off the large fifty caliber machine guns on the tops of the Humvees and stopped near the two targets.

Adam, the leader of the strike force and one of the best fighters on the team stepped out, dressed in all white, but holding a G36c heavy assault rifle. "We don't mean any harm, are you armed?" The man nodded, "Okay, any explosives or chemical devices you need to drop, but you can keep your weapons. We're here to help. Our convoy is heading into the city, looks like you could use a lift. Who's the girl?"

 

[kittenofdeath]

Blue finished his inspection of the fallen android, there didn’t appear to any damage, that was good, she had probably just run down her power source, that wasn’t too bad, she looked like an earlier model of his own internal design, he should be able to patch his own generator in to her and kick her in to gear without a problem, so she would be fine, as long as he could deal with his other problem of course.

He hadn’t wanted to move her, in case the damage was bad, a hard decision to make considering there was a large number of vehicles closing in, must be the convoy he had spied when he was tracking his target, it was also the likely source of the helicopter sounds he had heard earlier, but it was too late to get away now, at least not with the android, so he just made sure his weapons were away and waited for them.

When the convoy arrived, making an obvious show of force with the fifty’s on their hummers, but they said they weren’t hostile, and in his experience, convoys were true about that fact, you probably didn’t have anything they wanted to begin with. “shes just knocked out… she was being sold” he looked back over in the direction of where he had killed “I wouldn’t suggest going over there unless you have a strong stomach, her last owners are rather messy now”

He crouched down and hoisted her over his shoulder, then started walking towards the vehicles “I don’t have anything that goes boom, and I’m not suicidal enough to carry chemical weapons, so I’ll take that ride if its for real”

 

[knight713]

The man slowly picked up a piece of paper and looked at his own face,

"Kris Grimm wanted dead or alive, preferred alive" Kris said to himself the reward was 500 dollars dead, but for alive the price was almost tripled the coast.

"Wow 15,000 for me alive, they sure are getting desperate" Kris replied as he tossed it into the fire. He checked his food which it was getting close to being done. His bounty only had risen recently before it was about 100 dollars or 100 bottle caps.

He soon heard the motor of a copter and listened to it as it vanished in the distance. Carrying the fry pan with him he walked to the partly broken wall and watched as the copter landed.

“ I wonder” Kris replied as he stuck the knife into a meat and took a bite out of it, He didn’t know if they were sent from the leader, raiders or other survivors.. Who ever they were he would have to keep an eye on his surroundings.

“Taste like chicken.” Kris replied with a smile he quickly picked up the pistol he had thrown onto the pack and replaced it in a holster on his left side. He quickly replaces the long revolver in a skeleton holster on his right side and hides it with his coat so no one could see it. Just as he started to take another bite of his food when he heard a blood chilling scream echoing all around the place.

“Now what in the hell was that” Kris replied as he looked around

“ You should worry about yourself.” a gruff voice told him from behind, he soon felt the barrel of a rifle dig into his back and he was pushed towards his back pack. The man quickly told him to turn around which Kris did but he was still eating his food looking at him. The man was dressed raggedly the long brown coat he wore had stains all over it; his short black hair was in tangles as well as his beard. The man was hunched over as if he had suffered a back injury. The gun he had looked like an old muzzle loader he had his thumb on the hammer but it wasn’t cocked, a big mistake on his part.

Something quickly caught his eye the man was wearing two thermal grenades the protective caps were gone; all he had to do was knock him out and push the buttons and boom.

“I’ve caught you Kris Grimm and now to claim the reward, drop that pan your coming with me” The man quickly ordered him. Kris just stood there looking at him eating his meal in silent.

“I said get ride of that pan” The man shouted loudly pointing the gun at Kris’s chest; the barrel was wobbling back and forth.

“Fine hear” Kris shouted as he tossed the pan into his face sending hot food and oil into his eye. The man quickly dropped his rifle and his hands went to his face as he screamed in pain. Moving quickly Kris quickly took a hold of the man and swung him around at the same time as he let go of the man he quickly activated the grenade’s and he was out the door with his back pack being in one hand.

He walked down the street listing to the man call him every name in the book, but it all can to a loud end as the grenades exploded. Kris quickly jumped onto a broken wall and took a spot and waited to see if anymore bounty hunters or raider would try to take him on.

 

[ChaoticLove]

Ashlynn frowned slightly at the woman mimed out something. Her mind worked quickly and put two and two together to get four. "You can't speak," she said in understanding. She'd never actually met a mute before but she had heard about the phenomenon. "The only way you can communicate is through miming?" she asked, knowing it would be an inconvenience at best.

 

[The_PG]

"That it is, take a seat." Adam pulled his weapon and body back into the passenger seat as he jerked his thumb towards the back of the hummer which was open air, though either side had a thick covering of Kevlar plating that would be useful so long as the shots or 'booms' didn't come from above. The strike team moved out, and eventually overtook the bulk of the convoy about three blocks from the department store. They came screeching into the parking lot seconds after the Little Bird whined overhead with the assault bulldozer leading the way, plowing cars and shedding them like snow. The convoy raced to the side of the store, roughly fifty yards from the front entrance so they had a wall at their backs and only three sides to protect. The fueling vehicles were placed in the middle, surrounded by a sea of transports and personnel vehicles. On either side one APC and one Humvee. Then on the side opposite the department store the rest of the hummers were set up in line. Far enough out to make just enough room for the chopper to land.

Inside the store, the commotion stirred more then just Thomas's scout team. Other things began groaning and moaning inside the store.

"Gentlemen," Thomas whispered, as he slowly took the traditional pose of a Kata master, "We're not alone."

The next thirty seconds were intense, and like a club full of strobe lights the insides of the department store began to light up. Each flash of light showing Thomas poised in perfect strength and balance as his blazing guns lit the arena in ethereal white light. All around them the sickening thud of lead slapping against flesh sounded, followed by groans, splashes, and the thuds of dead bodies falling to the tiled, moldy ground. It ended just as sharply as quickly as it began, with only the sound of falling shells echoing in the building. "Joe, some light please."

"Myyyy pleasure bossmon," There was a crack as a flair was fire into the high ceiling of the store, instantly lighting the store in red light. The grisly bodies of ghoulish night-walkers littered the floor. Greenish/blue blood oozing onto the floor. "Clear-mon?"

"Looks clear, Strike team, department store clear. Get ready to move in for extraction."

"Roger sir, we got two guests out here, you wanna meat'em?"

"Yes, I'm on my way out with the team. Let's go guys."

The two teams met at the front door; the strike team was moving in to search for supplies while the scout team was leaving. Nods were exchanged, but that was all as Thomas was greeted by the bright light. He found the new comer holding the body of an attractive looking female. "You're our guest? Names Thomas. This is convoy A009. Who are you and what are you doing around here?"

 

[kittenofdeath]

Xaphia was glad she understood, and nodded when she asked if miming was the only way she could communicate, it was a lie, but a nessisary one… then she though of something else, a different way to talk. She pulled her sleeve up, taking a chance and revealing her pipboy to her, then flipping it open and tapping away on its keyboard. After a second she smiled and turned her wrist to her, the words “I’m Xaphia” written on the screen.

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The hummer was good protection, and luckily for him and his new companion, it provided enough cover for him to subtlety open a panel blended in to her back and attach the power coupling in his wrist, steadily feeding her energy as they drove along, he hoped to have her awake before they arrived, but it was clear she hadn’t received a good service in quite some time, so the jumpstart was taking time.

Before he could finish, or at least before her systems could catch up, they were out of time, and the man in charge of the convoy was there to greet him in person, hadn’t even given him time to close the panel on his wrist, so he just kept it facing in the opposite direction as he talked.

“Bounty hunter, bounty hunting” he said, his voice ever so slightly irritable “thanks for the lift” he climbed down from the hummer and picked her up again “I owe you one” he started to walk away, then decided to wipe his debt immediately “before I took them out, there was talk of a weapons cache somewhere by a train station here, nothing major, but worth looking in to”

 

[ChaoticLove]

Her hopes dropped as the woman nodded her head. This was going to get tough if they couldn't figure out a better way to communicate. She was barely paying attention until an arm turned to face her. Reading the screen, she looked up and smiled. X...Xaphia," she said softly, "I'm Ashlynn."

 

[The_PG]

Thomas nodded slowly, bounty hunters were common enough in these times. Typically they wouldn't go up against a well armed convoy, especially one as militarized as his was, and sometimes they could be hired if extra men were needed to deal with a certain threat or other. The only problem with them, was that they were hardly reliable when this shit hit the fan, "Thanks for the information. We will look into it. If you have any needs..." He trailed off and nodded towards Gregory, their supply officer. He'd get fixed up the best they could before leaving.

As he walked away, Thomas touched his ear and spoke. "Little Bird, get down here. Scout team get ready. We've got stuff to do. Strike team, soon as your finished I want you to burn this place. It's a night-walker hive. Convoy will be bunking here for the night." The whine of the Little Bird as it touched down was rather quiet, and Thomas stepped onto his seat swiftly as the rest of his team gathered around and the little helicopter lifted off into the air.

Moments later they were high above the department store and all six pairs of experienced eyes were scanning the ground beneath as the Little Bird circled in larger and larger circles away from the store.

"There's something, two o'clock low Thomas," Said the pilot.

"Get me closer."

"Yes sir."

The Little Bird's nose tipped down slightly and brought it's commander down a hundred feet or so. They made two rapid passes, to make sure nothing could hit them as they flew over. Then the third pass they came to a hover over the object. "It's a trap." Thomas said simply over the com system, before giving orders, "Strike mobilize to our position as soon as you're finished clearing the store, come in heavy, it could get hot."

"Roger," Adam replied.

"Okay, take us in." Thomas said, but before he could even speak the Little Bird was swooping in to set them down next to the injured person. The moment all four of his team was off the chopper it applied full power and hovered overhead, now the pilot backed off slightly so his mini-guns were ready to blast anything to bits if indeed it was a trap.

Patti, the medic of the crew immediately began working on the woman's wounds.

Thomas looked around the area slightly, and found the blood trail heading off towards a dark building in the distance. Caution was not a word in Thomas's dictionary, unless he was talking about the convoy itself, but applied to him it was irrelevant. "Stay here," He said lightly as he strode off towards the building, both of his weapons in hand. The door was shut, and he blew off the hinges with one shot from each gun. The armor-piercing rounds ripping through the metal easily. "Send Strike in after me," Was the last thing he said before slipping inside the dark hallway.

The stench was almost unbearable, it smelled like death. It took roughly four seconds for Thomas's eyes and ears to adjust to the relative quiet and total darkness. His senses were all keen, adjusted through surgery and a combination of drugs that made even the sound of dripping blood like that of a crunching boot step. He walked calmly through the building, always on the balls of his feet, ready to spring into Kata action should anything attack or startle him.

 

[Deleted member 1126402]

On and on Jason just talking until a wild dog came and end up following of which he began talking to, telling him one of his stories "....so the next thing everything blows up but the worst thing is I didn't get my drink" the dog began to yawn while walk beside him "I'm sorry am I boring you?" asked Jason. Jason just continued to walk until he saw some in the distance stand on a broken wall. He squinted until he got a good picture of him, "hmmmm, I think i know him" he said as he looked over at his Pipboy scrolling though various images until it came up to the image of the guy "Kris Grimmy!" he shouted loud enough for him to "No wait....Grimm, Kris Grimm, sorry, SORRY!" He walked up to the wall looking up with a smile on his face as if seeing an old, "A lot of people want you dead, that's pretty badass" Kris Grimm, that's gotta be a fake name. Jason thought. "So how you doing buddy staying out of trouble?"

 

[knight713]

From the corner of his eye he could see movement in the distance, it was a male figure alone. He didn’t know if it was a bounty hunter or another traveler looking for a place to bed down.. Kris slowly moved his right hand in the coat pocket and his hand touched the revolver hammer and he cocked it.

He watched as the figure got closer and closer he soon hear the man call out to him, he heard the man say Kris Grimmy but the man quickly corrected himself and called him Kris Grimm. It was strange the man walked up to him like a old friend who he hadn’t seen in a long time.

“ Your correct a lot of people want me dead, greed gets the better of them since they want more money, and the only way the bounty is paid they have to bring my whole body back preserved.” Kris replied the barrel of his gun was aimed at the man but the coat hid it from sight.


“ Trouble finds me” Kris replied as he nod towards a building several feet away, which the first floor of the building was smoking, the smoke slowly rose into the air as a beacon to all who could see it.

“ Tell me friend are you a Bounty Hunter or traveler.” Kris asked him with a smile on his face. " Since you know who i am who are you" he added softly

 

[Deleted member 1126402]

Jason listened somewhat as the Kris talked going in and out, thinking to himself. But one thing stuck out as he heard him talk "Trouble finds me." with that all Jason can do was laugh, "Trouble finds me?" laughed Jason holding his his side "what the..." he kept laughing almost unable to breathe, he wiped a tear from his eye as he calmed down "I'm sorry but that was just so lame, next thing you know you'll talk about how the world is a wasteland(looks around), oh wait" said Jason trying to hold some laughter, he looked over at the smoking building and nodded and looked back "Anyway I'm Jason, Jason Garret and I'm a mercenary, so don't worry I won't kill you".

"I don't doing bounties they're so strict" Jason took a look at his pipboy once more looking at the picture and Kris "wow they made you really fat in this image...see" he showed Kris the picture on his Pipboy. "I was on vacation... sort of, but now I figure I might as get back to work, follow some leads."