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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 8, 2013 0:42:34 GMT -8
Anya was a little nervous about leaving Breg behind but she shook it off. She gave Breg a salute instead. "I guess I should leave my axe home then? Are you sure about this? I mean, I can totally handle it but..."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 8, 2013 17:49:25 GMT -8
"I can make my way back just fine. You should set out and try to find it. It is alright if you cannot. Don't risk yourselves if it does not seem worth it. If you would like, I can carry your new instrument with me." He offers, extending a hand to them.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 8, 2013 19:03:34 GMT -8
"We'll try the orthodontist, on account of they prolly did oral surgery there and it's prolly less likely to have been picked over. Also, it's hella closer." Wolf straddled his bike, setting his wrench in the cargo bag on the gas tank. The rear seat was several inches higher, so Anya would be able to see over Wolf's head easily enough.[/i] "I ain't got a second helmet, so I'll be going under 25 all the way. This thing's really stable, so you can probably jus' hold the back of your seat and sit upright, without gettin' too close to my stankin' self."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 8, 2013 20:17:00 GMT -8
"I've ridden one of these before. It's cool." She tentatively handed Breg the guitar before slinging Zebra onto her back with the strap. Zebra had saved her life more than enough times, she wasn't going to part with it yet. She held the axe with one hand and jumped onto the back of the bike. She held on with one hand but she wasn't too fussed. You didn't really have to hold even at high speeds, gravity did the job for you. "Thanks Breg, see you later. Look after Caleb... and the sick dude."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 8, 2013 20:33:28 GMT -8
Breg heads on his way into the distance behind them. "Good luck. Turn back if anything dangerous happens." The road is long and winding, and they come across several areas barricaded by cars. If they drive fast enough they can probably avoid being held up by the zombies. Most of the main roads on the way here are clogged with cars and their undead inhabitantsWhen they arrive, it is a modest, flat little building shoved one away from a street corner, with glass windows that have since been forced or broken. Within the inside of the building is dark, and leads to offices farther back.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 10, 2013 21:48:55 GMT -8
The ride over was uneventful, but circuitous. Wolf took several detours to lead zombie packs into choke points. In fact, Wolf had set up in the last few months several alleyways with fences or dumpsters or other easily moved obstacles for losing undead followers.
As they approached the building, the front windows were intact, which was a good sign. Wolf took the bike behind the building, where a few parallel parking spots flanked a solid metal door.
He rattled the door, to no avail, it was solidly locked. He looked to Anya and grinned.[/i] "I'd kick it down, but I'm small, weak, and have a calcium deficiency, so... saw?" He dug in his tool bag and produced a small hacksaw with a blade so thin it looked like wire. He offered it to Anya.[/i] "It's for jewelry, so it's got a diamond blade. Stick it in the gap there and cut through the bolt."
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Post by DKender on Jun 10, 2013 22:10:26 GMT -8
As they prepared to break into the building, Anya and Wolf noticed something unusual. Smudges marked the window panes. Somebody had drawn cheeky smiley faces with his or her finger tips all over the glass. Some were just centimeters wide, but the largest face engulfed the entire right-hand window.
Disturbingly, the smudges were tinted faintly red ... perhaps a little blood mingled with the finger oils.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 11, 2013 16:35:38 GMT -8
“Neat, where'd ya get...” She went to saw open the lock then stood stock still to stare at the smilies. This did not bode well. This did not bode well at all. A sick scared feeling crawled itself inside her stomach. She tried to tell herself it was probably just kids, or a survivor and the red tinge was in her head.
Sometimes she thought it'd be nice if this was all just a schizophrenic dream. Well, hopefully nobody was home, whatever had happened. She turn back to Wolf.“So, the smilies... friend or foe? Do we let it scare us off or just pull our heads in and bust in on this place?” She put out her hand for the little saw like she'd already made up her mind.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 11, 2013 17:52:26 GMT -8
The building otherwise seemed dark and quiet, it did not have many other signs of intruders here or there or anywhere. A few bewildered-looking zombies wandered the street up the hill from them, seeming perpetually surprised with their state.
One of them was a boy? in slouch jeans, the second, a Saavik-like in a trim retro dress. They awkwardly held...hands? Or was one just slouching on the other one? Who knew.
"Rooorr?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 11, 2013 18:00:48 GMT -8
"Let's hope Banksy's not home. In and out, five minutes."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 11, 2013 20:36:50 GMT -8
"Right." She went to town on the lock sawing into the metal. It came off with a clunk onto the ground. She spared a glance to the two zombies, it was kinda sweet...in a morbid way. "Let's get in there and out. Quickest dentist visit ever...Let's hope the least painful too. "
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 11, 2013 20:47:38 GMT -8
"Damn skippy." Wolf slowly pulled the door out. It made an unfortunately screechy sound as the hinges had rusted somewhat after months of disuse. Wolf flinched.
He hefted his wrench and stepped into the back hallway, looking around for danger.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 11, 2013 21:13:35 GMT -8
The inside was dark but not dusty, with relatively recent footprints around the entrance. Someone had locked it, and recently.
A desk faced outwards, but no one was behind it. A door faced them, with a "have a happy day" sign on it.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 12, 2013 5:47:28 GMT -8
"Great... now I'm gonna feel bad about breaking the lock on someone's place. They shoulda left a sign or somethin'." "The drugs and stuff should be in a refrigeratory-lookin' thing with a computer on top or otherwise connected to it. You'll prolly need a crowbar to get into it. Hope this shit's shelf stable." Wolf strolled down the hall, looking for a Pyxis unit, a refrigerator, or a cabinet or drawer that looked like it might hold medications.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 12, 2013 13:17:50 GMT -8
All of the doors to individual hygiene areas appeared inviting to him, as they could all potentially have what he was looking for.
Some of the doors were open, and some were closed. This place was not particularly large and contained no zombies somehow. Maybe everyone escaped at the time of the crisis, it was hard to say but there were no suggestive blood stains.
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