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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 3, 2013 2:33:39 GMT -8
To the west is Westlake, to the east is Terry. In the north it's Republican and in the south it's Harrison. Block is split into east and west by a wide alley. West side is the 403 building and east is a neighboring building.
The alley used to be blocked at both ends, but things have changed. Now the alley is open, and Harrison and Republican have been blocked off where they meet Terry and Westlake. It makes a long corridor of the alley that runs through the block, as well as the blocks to the north and south. Those alleys are blocked at their far ends.
The barricades on Harrison and Republican, on the Westlake side, have easy ways for a canny human to enter, but are easily overlooked by zombies. The front of the building has outdoor furniture from neighborhood cafes lumped in messy heaps in front of former building entrances. Across the face of the building, a large sign reads
"IF HUMAN, PULL STRING IN BACK ALLEY FOR HELP!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 3, 2013 2:57:15 GMT -8
From the west a pop and grind and rev, and some more scraping and popping noises. If one was on 403's roof, they would have heard it in this still world. A banged-up limousine shoved its way through the traffic on Aurora, emerging onto Harrison Street.
It drove quietly to Westlake, south to the traffic jam on Denny, and paused, the engine idling. Within, the driver had his window to the passenger compartment open. He spoke. Hebbukel, the Voice of Fear- "Hey there, chief. Looks like this Denny shit goes all the fucking way. Where to now?" The passenger considered his options for a moment, then decided. The Gutless Boy- "F-fuck it, Hebbukel... Let's go north, huh?" The limousine drove backward onto John, then forward again, to move north on Westlake. In front of a certain building it paused. The passenger rolled down the window arduously, his movements stilted and painful-looking. He took measure of the barricades to the side streets, the piled furniture in front of the entrances, and the sign... Hebbukel- "Whaddya think? Want I should go in there and tear everyone a new fuckhole?"
The Gutless Boy- "Hm... 'If-f human, pull st-ring,' it s-says... Are we human, Heb-bukkel?"
Hebbukel- "Not last I checked, homeslice."
The Gutless Boy- "Oh... Well th-that's too bad. Guess we can't... pull th-the...string."
Hebbukel- "Holy shit, how many opportunities to kill are we gonna pass up tonight? Are you a man or a mouse? I feel ... fucking ... insane.... I ain't gonna be happy tonight until I'm ripping someone innocent and cute into fucking jubbly gut-chunks... you fuck."
The Gutless Boy- "A-after all I've done for you...? *wet sounding sigh* Well y-you'll have your chance. Remember the... p--arty is coming..."
Hebbukel- "Gngg... I am of the Abyss. I am the enemy of all that lives. But I'll drive your fucking car, tonight. You fucking shit." They drove north on Westlake, pushed through barricades into the construction area of Mercer, and drove on.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 3, 2013 20:35:17 GMT -8
Morning broke over the streets around 403 without a care. A few urban wild creatures scurried about with unknown agendas, and the peaceful people began to make some noise, as they do.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 6, 2013 19:59:26 GMT -8
Patti and crew broke onto the streets around ten-thirty, ready for action. They had to go about two and a half blocks to reach Lake Union and another three blocks or so to reach the AGC building. They moved quickly at first, what with the immediate neighborhood being mostly cleared. As they got closer to the lake, they had to climb over a barricade of cars and the zombies started to take notice. There were more than a few, but still not as thick as they had been the first month or so. Patti and Ash left their firearms stowed and with safeties on, saving the ammo (and noise) for more deadly opponents.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 6, 2013 20:13:20 GMT -8
Ashley hustled behind her, making sure she was covered, and used his crowbar, rather than the firearms. There was always time to finish them off. If there were many of them, instead of trying to kill them, he'd injure their kneels or lower legs so they were unable to walk, and prevented their fellows from going after them. He was all smiles and adventure, it had been too long, and they were going to do something great. Food! Adventure! This was the good stuff. He grinned like an idiot at Patti and the other two, making sure they were safe and sound as they moved on, and defending their formation.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 6, 2013 20:15:23 GMT -8
Patti jogged a few yards to engage a pair of identically dressed teenage zombies. Orange and blue t-shirts with some abominable, vaguely tiger-inspired logo and lavender corduroy pants. Either it was some hideous uniform or maybe they were twins. It was hard to tell at this point, what with a good deal of flesh missing from their faces and scalps. She broke left at the last second, sending one of the lunging zombies stumbling past where she had just been. The other teetered precariously, but maintained its footing and kept approaching. She jogged and jumped over a fire hydrant, which the zombie ran directly into as it followed. The thing stumbled and started to fall, when Patti swung an uppercut blow from her framing hammer into its jaw. Though the jaw was almost torn loose by the blow, it apparently didn't harm the brain-case, because the creature clawed at her leg. A second blow into the top of its head stopped it immediately. The other zombie had found its feet and was stumble-shamble-jogging down the hill towards her. She hopped a few steps to her right and the zombie redirected to follow her movement, sending it face first into a street lamp that now stood between them. She readied a blow, but the lamp seemed to do the trick.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 6, 2013 20:56:49 GMT -8
Patti is more than capable of handling those two degenerating degenerates, he turned to face a large man who had been, rather slowly, heading over to them. The flesh had sloughed off of his legs and torso, and he was dressed in a ragged windbreaker. His face is broken, ragged, and he has only one eye... He takes a look at Patti, and then waits for it to reach him, before taking a good hard swing. Aim for the eyes. Another former-woman is joining them, slowly but surely.
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Post by DKender on Jan 6, 2013 22:31:19 GMT -8
Like a loyal puppy, Alex trotted beside Micah, never wandering far. "Today's perfect for a swim. I bet you swam ALL the time, Homeboy, working on a ..." With a quick swing of his sledgehammer, he re-killed a nearby zombie who wore flannel and Crocs hiking boots. "... working on a boat. Must be weird, having a job. And you're young, too." He scanned the street for danger, and then frowned. "Lord Almighty, why is Mr. Ashley grinning like a Cheshire Cat?" Alex was beginning to worry ... "Mr. Ashley, Sir, what's the last book you read? Your favorite food? High school mascot?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 6, 2013 22:36:52 GMT -8
Ashley pivoted at the waist. The second zombie was not far away, and he kicked the man down and pushed him with a shiny beetle-like shoe. "What? UUUHH, Men's Health, though that's not a book, steak, and um, I think it was a porcupine...Or something. Some kind of little animal."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 6, 2013 22:38:46 GMT -8
Micah moved along with the others, his hangover aches making him less energetic. So there were no parkour moves today, although he did jump over a small pile of rubbish at one point. " Eh I guess when we had the time, a lot of fucking time was spent working. We did skinny dip drunk a couple of times in the wee hours." Micah looked somewhat embarrassed and uncomfortable when he answered the second question. "It's not that fucking weird. I kinda fucking dropped out early in highschool and did an apprenticeship when I was 16. No one in my family finished fucking high school, so I almost wasn't fucking allowed to finish it. No worries though right? No fucking big deal..." Micah dodged a granny zombie as she lazily lurched towards him, a knitting needle sticking through holes in her beige cardigan. The months since the shit went down had not been kind to the woman or maybe she had been dead for a while already. Either way her face looked like it had been melted off in the microwave and either bad facial hair or mould sprinkled what was left of her face. " I think Mr. Ashley might be on drugs. He looks like fucking skeletor!" He took a swing at the dottery old zombie smushing her face more with the bat but the old bag just kind of swayed a little before continuing to try to take a swipe at him. It was almost pathetic and she lacked any teeth to bite him anyway. He took another swing and this time one of the nails took out a side of her face and she went down like a bottle of baileys on bingo night.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 7, 2013 6:39:44 GMT -8
"Somebody help me remember, I think I want to come back in a few days and get myself something at Guitar Center." As they approached Broad Street, the smell of the lake was more noticeable, a little fishier and less petroleumier than it used to be. She took note of the biofuel station that was there, wondering if it had been pumped dry by survivors yet or if there might be still something left for their use. The boards on the windows of the boathouse in the near distance made her think about survivors for a second, but there weren't enough of them and it was more likely a makeshift repair of vandalism from before the shit went down. Still, it might be a good source for tools and parts for any engineering projects they might have in the future. A group of about ten zombies came shambling out the shattered windows of Jillian's Billiard Club. She ran and attempted a Dukes of Hazzard slide over the hood of a car to much greater success than she would have expected. "Ha!" She ducked the swinging arms of a large biker type who looked like he was trying hard, but failed at a casting call for Sons of Anarchy. She heard his weight slam against the car behind her. She spun around, swinging the head of her hammer into the back of its skull. It fell forward onto the hood, motionless. "I fucking hate these things!" She started to say something else, then stopped herself. There was a flash of despair on her face, which was quickly replaced by her angry, zombie-bashing face. Realizing she was about to be overrun, she jumped onto the car hood, then over the other side. The pool hall zombies were breaking around the parked/crashed car like wake on a boat. The rest of the group had already begun to engage them.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 7, 2013 7:29:57 GMT -8
Ashley did not have a lot to say about any of this, though he was impressed by her moves. Damn that was sexy. He shook his head and bolted to her side, continuing to grin like a fool. Or maybe like Skeletor. He was not worried about being overwhelmed...yet. He shifted his grip on the crowbar a little higher, and then focused on the beyond. Swing batter, swing. A couple of the undead shambled towards him. A middle-aged woman, and smaller biker. Sorry, a female biker. It was hard to tell at this point. She clawed at him, and the man tried to throw a punch. He always thought they should have the wisdom to use weapons, but maybe having no brain didn't help that much. He turned the crowbar around and swung hard into the first's temple, and shoved her back against her friend. Hard. It was always better to get a man down, better if it was a one-hit kill. It wasn't. He swung again and moved to attack the second, who grabbed his ankle. A third, male, staggered towards him. Ashley decided to finish off the biker woman, and retreated a little towards the others. The numbers were becoming a little overwhelming, even for him. "Nice one." He offered Patti, finally, maybe a little breathlessly. He was still grinning.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 7, 2013 11:28:25 GMT -8
A middle-aged hipster in a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches rounded the bumper of the car with a petite, aproned barmaid/waitress/corpse following closely behind. She kicked the hipsters leg out from under, dropping it in a wet thud on the street. She swung her hammer into the smaller zombie's face, sending it sprawling back. The zombie on the ground grabbed her ankle, almost hard enough to knock her off her feet, but she got her balance, and dropped the claw of her hammer into the back of the thing's wrist. The rotting flesh gave way easily and she was able to sever the hand completely with a twist and yank of the hammer. She followed quickly with a blow to the head which spattered skull and brain bits all over the side of the car. Ash was close by and she saw Alex and Micah not far away, finishing off the rest. She didn't see any more in the immediately visible area, but it was safe to say they needed to keep moving. She waited a second for the last zombie to be felled, then spoke. "Let's keep moving, guys. We don't want to get bogged down at any one point. If we move fast, we might be out of sight when more show up, which should be a good thing." She jogged to the east side of Westlake Ave, on to the sidewalk beyond the parking lot. Hopefully, the sparse row of trees would hide their movement at least to some small extent. The rather monolithic looking AGC building was not far away.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 7, 2013 11:36:00 GMT -8
"Right Greene." He agrees, and shifts his grip on the crowbar, before clopping down the street in his leather-soled shoes. They were a little noisy for the situation, he had to admit, something he had never noticed before. Ashley jogged near Patti, checking to make sure they didn't lose Alex and Micah in the meantime. He checked the surroundings while he as at it, quietly, trying to pick out undead from behind the plant life. He wondered if one day there would be a forest here. But nonsense, they would reclaim their land from the dead.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 7, 2013 11:51:46 GMT -8
They passed an aerial sightseeing business and Patti wondered if there was still a seaplane moored nearby. If they had any pilots and they ever had a need, this would be way more accessible than Boeing Field or Sea-Tac. "Let's stay off the streets if we can, guys." The only thing between them and the AGC building now was a large parking lot. There were trees planted around it and along the lakeshore edge. Patti hopped a low concrete wall and followed the treeline towards the water. There were several boats still in their moorings, and four small seaplanes (she estimated they carried at most ten passengers each). When she reached the far edge of the parking lot (which was almost entirely empty), she turned back north and jogged the last hundred meters or so to the AGC building. She knew there was a McCormick and Schmicks somewhere in Seattle and now she knew where it was (or had been). She never liked the place much anyway, but corporate expense account dinners in the big cities had spoiled her. She half expected the smell of rotting fish, but thought again and realized the rats had probably cleaned the place out months ago.
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