MT RP Follow-Up: Post Apocalpyse

[Ragdollmaster]

Hmm, projectile shooting mutants eh? Well, it's a little complicated in your explanation. I'll go along with it, sure.

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As Jack moved to start the jeep, however, one Slasher rushed out bravely and leaped high into the air above the jeep before coming down with a sickening crunch. Jack pulled out his pistol, but there was no need- the Slasher was missing the top of its head and just bleeding across the hood of the trunk. "Hey, not bad aim for a rookie, eh Jack?" Damien said from across the street. "What the hell?" the mastiff said rubbing his eyes. "Damien? I figured you incinerated in the blast." "Yeah, I thought I was too, but then I wasn't, y'know?" Damien laughed as he ran across the street. "But I sure am glad to see another survivor. Where you staying at?"

"The ruins of the Altimus. Engines are blown, but it's pretty sturdy. The blast door is still operation as well. Provides nice protection." Jack replied as he put his pistol away. "How about you?" "Uhm, an abandoned building. Incredibly sturdy, all concrete, multiple levels, easily barricaded, and it had some supplies when I came to it." Damien replied as he knocked the Slasher off the hood of the jeep with the butt of the AWM. "Have you got any supplies on the Altimus?" he asked as he climbed into the passenger side. "No, unless you count Torrin's half-fried body. Never was much for meat, though." Damien grew somber and silent at the mention of one of his old allies. "Man, would you believe it? 8 of them dead. Just like that. It just seems like one problem after the other." he said shaking his head. "Anyways, the Altimus could be useful for storage space, but it's a bit far away from the outskirts of town. You could stay in my shelter if you want."

[Lotus Wolf]

"Sure," Jack said. "It'll be nice to be around someone who's not going to try and rip my stomach out." Damien chuckled. "Been having trouble with the mutants?" Jack grimaced. "They seem to have it in for me, more than humans..." Damien frowned. "That's odd, I've never noticed them to have a preference in meats." Jack turned of the windshield whippers to clear the mutants blood off. "They've been getting bolder, they used to avoid sunlight at all costs, now they'll attack even on days like this."

They got into the jeep and headed back to Damiens' shelter. Jack tore into the bag from the store. Most of it was canned goods, but a few items where readily edible. Jack opened a granola bar and shoved the whole thing in his mouth. "Damn... Hungry?" Damien asked. "It's been 34 hours since i last ate, so you could say that." Jack replied as he opened a water bottle and chugged half of it.

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Shall well disregard the crawlers that were in Jack system from the old RP?

[Ragdollmaster]

Yeah shur o=
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"I haven't tried hunting yet, I don't know if feral animals were more easily affected by the fallout or not, but I haven't seen anything around lately. Save for a few cockroaches, of course." Damien said as he plopped down on the couch. He propped up the rifle against his knee and started to clean out the barrel while Jack continued ripping into the food with vigor before finally settling back against a chair with a colossal burp. "I've seen some birds flying around near the outskirts." Jack said. "Really? Well, that's a good sign. Which side of the outskirts though?" Damien asked. Jack just shrugged. "I don't have a compass. It was that-a-way," he said pointing towards the direction they had come from. Damien took out a compass. "East. Of course, there's going to be some more life in the very Eastern parts of America." he said putting it away. "How do you like Miami this time of year?" Jack asked Damien with a grin.

(Silenced) AWM: 8/10-2
Glock: 17/17-3

[Jimmy Jazz]

wow a lot of RPing happened while i was sleeping...

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His head drooped for a second because he was so tired. "i hate road trips..." he grumbled and looked back up at the road. he glanced at the fuel indicator "damn, almost out of gas" he heard a scream and quickly looked up. "S***!!" he yelled there was a blood man running straight at the front of his car. he tried to doge it but it was too late the blood man splattered across his window making him basically blind. he jammed on the brakes and came to a halt. "damn... only one way to get this stuff off" he smashed the window to make the road visible again. "hmm any sun glass's?... might help with the wind..." he started rummaging in the glove box looking for sun glass's or any thing that might protect his eye's from the wind. he grabbed a pair hidden under the car manual and put it on. he took a dirty old rag that he found on the back seat and got out to brush all the glass off the front of the car. after he got most of the glass he drove off to the next town praying that he could make it with what little gas he had.

[MONKEYZ RULE]

Jon finishes up his meal and figures there's probably some survivors out somewhere, that and there's nothing else to do. He packs up his old riot shield, by now he forgets where he had gotten it, and attaches his holster and quiver to his belt and gets in his recently found sedan. Not even 10 seconds of driving and he already has a dark seeker following him with the help of the shadows, only a desperate mutant would chase something this hopeless to catch. Jon just keeps to the sunlight and avoid the darkness best he can while looking out for stuff such at potholes and cracked pavement that could make his car go off the road into something. Jon opens the window and aims the beretta best he can while still trying not to drive into anything. An empty clip later he decides it's best just to stay on the road and try to take it into a field where it can't get him without going through pain, lots and lots of pain. The car starts slowing down and Jon looks at the fuel gauge, empty, he remembers the extra fuel in the trunk, but he can't get that without disposing of the darkseeker first. He climbs out to see the darkseeker waiting in the shadows, hesitant to go out into the light, while Jon gets the bow and picks it off with a well placed arrow. He suddenly hears a loud thud, about every second of so, and much to his worst fear is a heavy coming down the street. He opens the trunk and refills the car as quickly as he can, but he is forced to flee before he can get back in the car, he just tries to hit it's head with an arrow but it blocks, tries firing the gun but it absorbs the bullets without stopping. Jon finally just runs behind an empty house and the heavy keeps coming towards him, he runs back to the car and gets in as quickly as humanly possible and starts driving home. He gets back to where he can see his house and one of his worst nightmares has just come true; mutants, everywhere, climbing on the sides of his house, heavys smashing stuff to try to get in and spikers giving it they're all at the windows. He quickly turns around before anything sees him and he finds a house about a mile away from his, closer to the outpost. He spots a house in the sunlight that looks barricade-able and relatively mutant free. He goes in and finds the house a bit old, but it will be a good base till he can reclaim his house.

Beretta: 5/10-1
Bow: 0/1-15

[Ragdollmaster]

THUMP. Damien looked up. "You hear that, man?" Jack said cracking open a window. THUMP, THUMP. "You know what it sounds like?" Damien said standing up and grabbing the rifle. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. "A heavy." Jack says breathlessly as the huge bulk comes into view. It roars and pounds the side of a building with its fist, causing cement to fly everywhere as it leaves a huge gap in the wall. It's greeted by someone throwing a chair into its face, forcing it back a little for a second. "Close this window. I'll get onto the roof, hopefully he won't be able to look up into the sun. Their eyes are pretty sensitive." Damien said as he ran up the stairs.

Now on top of the building, he got prone flat on his stomach and squirmed into a little sniper's nest he had made himself earlier. It was in between a large fan and a few antennas, and a radiator, making it nearly impossible to see. A pipe went above his head by a few inches, giving him a convenient little hidden window to aim through. Scoping out with the AWM, he pinpoints the heavy's head and waits for the right time. Just as it's rushing forward, he lets off a slug into the back of its head. The huge caliber causes it to stumble and smack into the building clumsily. Not dead yet... Damien thinks to himself as he takes aim again and fires. This time the heavy goes down, but it's not out yet. The heavy looks up at where the bullets are coming from, its pudgy eyes failing to find the sniper firing. Damien takes aim one more time...

BOOM. "Headshot." Damien breathes out. A slug slid like liquid in between the heavy's eyes, bringing it down into the asphalt and making a small crater in the ground. As soon as it went down, Jack stepped outside and went over to the house it was pounding at. Damien could see him talking with someone, and then suddenly grabbing his combat knife and chucking it through the gap. The hell? Damien thought as he grabbed the edge of a fire escape and made his way down the three-story building. "The guy in there had gotten bit by a mutant earlier." Jack said shaking his head as he retrieved his knife. "He was infected and turned into a mutant almost right after you shot down that heavy." "Gah. What a waste." Damien said looking down at the huge form laying in a pool of black-blue blood at his feet. "He didn't have any weapons, either." Jack said turning around and walking back into the shelter.

AWM: 5/10-2
Glock: 17/17-3

[shadow717]

Jacob heard gunshots ringing out in the distance. He ran to his balcony and looked to see if there were any survivors but couldn't see anything. Kept searching. Suddenly he heard a shriek. He grabbed his M-16 and waited to see if more blood men were comming. He waited for about 30 minutes. Just when he was about to go inside what looked like a goint mass of muscle and flesh tore through the side of the ruins of what used to be a house. He took aim at it's head, and fired. It's head exploded in into a fountain of blue and black blood. It made a loud gargling noise, then sprinted at Jacob on the balcony, and pulled it out from under Jacob pulled out his knife and stabbed the flesh monster it gargled in agony, then fell backwards and died. Jacob picked himself up. His Knife was broken, and he would have to climb back into his house. After he'd climbed bac into his house, gathered all the food and water in his house, and put it into the bacement. Jacob then walked into his basement, and barricated the door shut, and then passed out, he'd been feeling sick.
M-16 19/30-4
M-9 14/14-15

[Lotus Wolf]

Jack saw movement out of the corner of his eye. he looked down an alley towards a small district of capsule homes and saw the movement again, but couldn't make it out. "Damien." Jack said indicating the movement, which had repeated itself again. They moved silently down the alley, heavily alert to anything, as they had to move through shadow to get to the district. Jack drew his pistol and primed it quietly. They emerged from the alley and into the well lit street. Looking around, Jack saw a wind chime slowly turning in the wind.

"Damn, that had me worried..." Jack was cut off by a FFFT sound. A small bone whizzed past his ear, and he ducked behind a house with Damien. "Spikers..." Damien said. Jack leaned out to get a look. There were three spikers, a dark seeker, and two slashers. "Oh, son of a b*tch..." Jack said. He told Damien what he had seen. They slit up and went around opposite sides of the house. Damien blasted one of the spikers, and Jack shot another one in the head, and sent his knife into the throat of the other. Alright, now we won't get shot. Jack said. He had run across the street when he shot the second one, and now he could see Damien on the other side of the street. They nodded to each other then charged the other three mutants.

Damien misfired and blew one of the slashers hands off, but that was enough to disarm it. Jack fired three rounds in automatic succession into that slasher's chest, then jumped and kicked the other into the dark seeker. Jack retrieved his knife and Damien fired one round from his AWM through both mutants who were tangled up on the ground.

Jack-Pistol 3/7-2

Damien-AWM 2/10-2

[Ragdollmaster]

"Up top!" Damien shouted as a big shape flew off a rooftop and impacted the ground where Jack had been a second early before being able to roll away. "What the hell is that thing!" Jack yelled as he got up and took aim. The mutant roared. It was taller then a heavy, probably 11 or 12 feet tall, but was very lightweight, probably weighing only about 300 pounds. It had multiple claws sticking out from the lengths of its arms, all shooting outward before angling in towards just in front of the hands in a kind of flower.

"I've heard about these things... it's a Hawkarm. These things move fast and die slow, so watch out, yeah?" Damien said as he fired off the last of his two rounds into the head of the Hawkarm, which took a few steps back and shook his head as if trying to clear it. Damien started to reload the AWM and then was forced to dodge out of the way as the Hawkarm ran across the street in two steps and took a slash at him. It missed and pierced all the way through a car instead.

"No point in trying to fight it, split up and get through a few narrow spaces!" Damien said as he jumped right on top of the same car and boosted up onto the rooftop it was next to before the Hawkarm could get free. Jack turned and ran in the other direction, likewise climbing up a roof.

As Damien ran across to the other edge of the rooftop, he rolled to bring all of his momentum into a single point and then shot off the roof with his legs, going a long distance but not too high. He hit the ground and rolled a little before getting up and jogging over to the nearest alleyway. He stopped to take a few breaths and then reloaded the AWM in peace before getting to the shelter and meeting with Jack. "We really need bigger firepower." Jack blew out as he sat down. "This thing's a .308 and it doesn't bring down a lot of these mutants in a shot." Damien agreed as he put the AWM on a counter. "A shotgun would be nice. At close range, any shotgun would offer more power then a long-range rifle." Jack said as he started cleaning off his gear. "I wouldn't mind a 7.62 auto. Hell, even a 5.56, just something that can unload fast and stay in a high caliber." Damien sighed as he opened a pack of food and started chewing slowly.

"Heh, I would think most military bases are either completely scavenged or controlled by remaining militants." Jack said. "Yeah, a bit of a disappointment. Here I was all looking forward to grabbing some high-tech gear." Damien chuckled in agreement. "But enough about that. We've got to prepare some heavy makeshift weapons." "Oh?" Jack said looking up. "Like what?"

Damien picked up a beer bottle, opened it, and poured out a little into two glasses. He repeated this with eleven other bottles until he had two full glasses. "Here, have a drink." he said extending a glass to Jack. "Ah, I see! We're going to get drunk and then we can beat the crap out of any mutant with our bare hands!" "Not quite." Damien said as he picked up a box containing scrap materials. He sifted through it until he found what he was looking for; thin but large rags. He folded them at their base and stuffed them into the bottles.

"Got a light?" he asked Jack. Jack chucked him a match and Damien set the top of one of the cloths on fire. He opened the window. "As expected." Damien said as the Hawkarm screeched from across the street and started to run over. He threw the bottle out the window and it hit the Hawkeye square in the chest before bursting into flames. The Hawkeye screeched in agony as its entire body was covered with the flames. Its pale skin slowly burned to a crisp black as it collapsed onto the concrete. "Not bad, eh?" Damien said closing the window.


AWM - 10/10-1
Glock - 17/17-3

[shadow717]

Jacob smelled something terrible, at first he thought that it was the blood mens corpses, he put all his supplies in his backpack, moved cautiously through the house when he checked all the rooms in the house, and when he was sure there were no blood men in his house, he looked through the massive hole in the wall where his balcony used to be. He was looking for what could be giving off such and awful smell. He looked, and saw a small plume of smoke a few blocks away. Jacob decided to leave his house for the first time since the explosion, he climbed down from the balcony, and started walking towards the plume, unsure of what he would find.

M-16 19/30-4
M-9 14/14-15

[Jimmy Jazz]

the car chugged to a halt about a 10 minute walk to the nearest building. "god if you're up there, are you against me or with me?" he said and slumped back into the driving seat. "well... lets see what we can get from this bucket of bolts" he hoped out and popped open the hood. "ah-ha car battery, this should do some thing for me" he manged to yank it out and stuffed it in his back pack.


====Time Passage=====

he was walking down the road with a car battery a few granola bars and half drunken water bottle (all in his back pack of course, except for the battery which was hanging off the back pack). he was jogging down the road with his pistol in his hand just in case a mutant lunged out of no where at him.
he heard a rustle by a broken down semi and quickly pointed his gun towards the sound. "any one there?..." a fox leaped out at the sound of his voice and went sprinting away. "Jesus, that fox scared me half to death" and continued on towards the town. he noticed a very black smoke cloud coming from some where in the town, hopefully that meant survivors.

[Lotus Wolf]

Jack laughed as the Hawkarm flailed around trying to wave the fire off to no avail. "You know what would make them more efficient?" He asked Damien and pulled out the 2 gallon gas can he had brought up to the shelter when they had first arrived. "Not too much, or it won't ignite." Damien said as they prepped the other 10 Molotov's. The rags greedily soaked up the gas, leaving a small amount in the bottom of the bottle. "These puppies should do some damage." Jack said. "Does your weird animal irony humor ever go away?" Damien asked noticing the irony in Jack using the word 'puppies'. Jack grinned but didn't reply.

"The industrial area of the city should have a few gun stores. and a few are probably still full, since no one goes there because of the mutants." Jack said."We still have three hours before it gets to dark to go outside. You want to take a look?" Damien asked. " I know a good store that kept a secret stock of banned weapons, and it's not too far into the industrial area." Jack said. "We'll lets go, we're just wasting daylight here." Damien said.

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Jack kicked in the glass door of the gun store. Damien ran past and checked the perimeter. "Clear." Damien said. Jack moved in and jumped over the counter. He felt along the lip of the counter until his fingers touched a switch. He toggled it and it released a latch on the wall behind Damien. Damien opened the hidden door and found a dark room. Jack tossed him a flashlight he had found behind the counter and grabbed one for himself too.The room was small, and there were no hidden places a mutant could hide. Jack opened a box and turned to Damien. "You wanted one of these?" He said holding up a 7.62 bullet and an AK-47.

[shadow717]

Jacob had been walking for quite a while, he was tired, and th smell was continuely getting worse. He decided that he needed to get some rest. Jacob kicked down the door of what used to be someones house, he checked it to make sure there were no mutants in the place, before baricading a room shut. He then passed out.

time lapse of 8 hours


Jacob awakened and checked his watch, it was about 7:00 A.M.His head hurt, and he was sick to his stumach. Jacob feared the worst, and thought he was mutating. He threw up a couple of times, then picked himself up, drank some water, ate some Chips, and he felt much better. He left the house at about 10:00 A.M. He couldn't see the plume of smoke anymore, but the smell was enough to lead him in the right direction. When Jacob got to the point of the smell. It was a mutant around twice the size of the one that had attacked him earlier, and had claws sticking out of it's arms, but it was light weight. Jacob looked for any sighns of what could have killed the giant mutant, but he didn't find anything. He gave up searching, and decided to move move on. He walked down an alley for a while, until he heard a large thump. He watched a human like form fall from the top of the building, It grabbed it chest, and shot a rib bone at Jacob, that missed his head by and inch. He ran to the mutant, hit it across the face with the butt of his rifle, and shot it in the face. It's head popped like a baloon. Jacob Sprinted out of the alley, and decided to stick to roads, and large passages.

M-16 18/30-4
M-9 14/14- 15.
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I'm just calling them blood men, because I havn't thought of a name for them yet, and I woud have no idea what Jack and Damien are calling them, as I'm on my own.

[Ragdollmaster]

"Well, well." Damien said stepping over and taking the gun. "This is definitely an improvement." he said, then stopped and turned around to see a whole arsenal of weapons feet away. "Holy." Damien breathed as he walked over. He holstered the AK as he sifted through the guns. "Now, let's see if we can't find a replacement for my rifle..." he said dropping the old, rugged A1 and its homemade silencer. "This should work, shouldn't it?" Jack said chucking him a rifle. "Remington M24-A2" Damien read off the side. "Only a 5 shot capacity, but it's reliable, long-range, and pretty damn powerful." "Yeah... so, let's see..." Jack said rustling around. He picked up an empty box and chucked it at Damien. "Put your old stuff in there. We're also going to be taking a few boxes of compact weapons that we can give out to any survivors who are unarmed. Now I gotta find some stuff." "Take your time." Damien said leaning back.

AK-47 Assault Rifle: 40/40-5
Remington M24-A2 Sniper Rifle: 5/5-10
A1 AWM (not on hand) 10/10-1
Glock (not on hand) 17/17-3

[Lotus Wolf]

Jack opened a box and took out a MAK-91. It was an AK varient, same caliber but better gas compression and was only semi-auto. "Let's find a scope for this..." Jack sifted through the nearby boxes and found a permanently mounted scope on a alternate blast shield. He popped the regular blast shield off the MAK-91 and replaced it with the scope mounted one. He put the regular one in his pack, then looked around a bit more. Damien had filled a box with large caliber handguns and various SMG's. Jack tossed his pistol into the box and took up a desert eagle chambered for .50 AE. He picked up 3 clips and attached them to his belt and another into the DE. "Not going full auto?" Damien asked when he saw the MAK-91. "No, I prefer semi-auto and more accurate. plus I can pull the trigger fast enough to emulate automatic fire if I need to." Jack replied. They carried the box of weapons out to the jeep, then went back in and filled two more boxes with all the ammo they could find. When these had been loaded into the jeep, Jack looked to the sun and saw that it was setting and the shadows were creeping towards them. Jack wanted to go back in and find a drum clip for each of there assault rifles, but Damien waved him into the jeep. "We can come back tomorrow if we need to." he said. Jack nodded and started the jeep.

Desert Eagle 7/7-3
MAK-91(scoped) 50/50-2