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#Post#: 1705--------------------------------------------------
Roleplay: Why Swine piss themselves when they see Smoke on the H
orizon.
By: Mourningstar Date: March 6, 2013, 1:03 pm
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[font=arial]A smirk spread across his face as the stench of
flesh rolled from his mouth. Just yards ahead of him leaning
against a wall whilst pressing his palm against the large hole
right above his knee was a low rank swine. His face was
contorted in pain as it was clear that the strength was leaving
his body from blood lose.
"God Bless Hallow Points" Salem whispered to himself as he
stepped out from behind the tree.
Salem slowly stalked, his suited up scar swinging from one hand
as the grin on his face mirrored nothing but evil. The young
swine just so happen to look up and see his predator, using all
his strength to yank up the pistol in vain. For the only sound
that rang out was a hiss as yet another hallow point escaped
through the silencer resting at the tip of his rifle. The bullet
made contact creating and explosion of gore and bone, leaving
the young swine without a hand or gun.
"P..please." the young swine begged, looking to Salem in fear.
"P...p...please? What? Cat got your tounge?" Salem taunted
before raising his rifle up again.
Another hiss and another explosion of gore as the mans lower jaw
flew off his face, thought still alive he dropped to his
ass...barely clinging onto life as he leaned against the wall
of Camp Splinter. Salem stalked forward, his eyes glowing in
excitement and with a raise of his boot he flattened the
remaining part of the swines head against Camp Splinters walls.
Salem reached down, grabbing hold of a fragment of the skull and
as he plucked it free he heard the shuffling of grass around him
and the moaning of the undead.
"This is my lunch you rotting pieces of shit." Salem said,
slinging his gun around his back and retrieving his hatchet that
was strapped to his backpack.
He turned and was greeted by four of the rotting cretins who
quickly stumbled for an attack. The first two were quick work as
Salem made two quick strikes to the sides of their head, the
re-lifeless carcasses falling to the ground. With his hatchet at
an awkward position all Salem could do is grab the third by the
neck, with his free hand...holding it from biting range. The
forth lunged forward but right into Salem as he was correcting
his swing and into the forehead of the rotting woman. With just
the one left Salem let him come very close to his gouged and cut
mask and with a laugh he lifted the corpse into the air and
drove it down head first, causing it to flatten similar to the
swine from earlier. Shuffling the handle of the hatchet in his
hand Salem looked over his handiwork.
"Never gloat in the midst of war...." whispered through his
mind, an echoe of lessons from his leader Feddy
Fatfingers....but it was too late.
A slight gurgle of bloodlust as the black teeth of a walker
ripped into the shoulder of Salem, the skin popped as it
detached itself along with meat and into the undeads mouth.
Salem roared out in anger, ripping himself from the undeads
grasp and with one adrenaline filled swing lobbed the walkers
head in two. Salem dropped to a knee, letting the hatchet fall
to the ground as he instantly reached up to his shoulder. It was
a deep bite and near the size of a baseball. He couldn't bleed
out and he could hear the shuffle of nearby walkers coming his
way...he had to act fast. Throwing his pack to the ground he
ripped it open quickly shuffling for a few items he had stored
inside.....whiskey, duct tape and gauze...LOTS of gauze.
He quickly twisted off the top of the whiskey and took a swig
before pouring it onto his wound. Gritting his teeth he tossed
the bottle to the side quickly grabbing hold of the large mound
of gauze by his boot. With forced he slammed them into the bite,
packing them int to help fill the hole. And this is where he
felt it...the venom. He felt like fire running through his
veins, he had been infected.
"pssh....reporting all smokers, pssh..." came over his radio.
He didn't gave time to awnser it yet, he still need to finish
dressing this wound. But as he reached out for the duct tape it
was like a wave hit his body and he stumbled forward to his
face. He could hear their gurgle, the clumsy feet...they were
nearly on him...and damnit...he wasn't zombie fodder. Salem
grabbed hold of the duct tape and quickly peeled up the end
before slamming it toe the gauze and tightly around his arm
packing the gauze in the wound. And pulling strength from way
deep within he took hold of his hatchet and straightened up
spinning.
It made a sick contact with the face of a zombie, Salem stepped
forward and booted another to the ground. A third reached for
him, only to have it's skull split down the middle. With the
second to breath, Salem retrieved his pack and took off towards
one of the towers. He needed a place he couldn't be surrounded
but keep an eye out for a search party for the swine obliterated
outside the gates. He made quick of two walkers on the way
before quickly scaling the toward and sliding in on his stomach
out of view. He layed there for a moment, listening for any lazy
footsteps coming up the metal steps behind him...but much to his
relief there was none.
The venom was growing stronger and he could feel it seeping
through his body, he knew he didn't have time to make it to the
HQ for the vacinne reserves....
"psshh, I repeat...any smokers report! pssh." came over his
radio again. Salem, not in excruciating pain ripped the radio
from his pack and brought it to his mouth.
"Vacine....now....splinter...." was all he could muster to
mutter. Salem rolled to his back, looking through the opening to
the blue sky above him.
"Salem!? On my way buddy, it's Soll" came the voice.
All he could do now is hope Soll wasn't to far away. He slid
himself across the tower, sitting against the wall of the
tower...still staying out of sight from any who may be on the
ground. The minutes passed like hours, and the hours like
days....but after a while the radio crackled back to life.
"Im approaching man, coming over the east hill" came the voice
of Soll.
What would Feddy think of this? Salem letting himself get
bit...then laying down waiting for help...punishable by death.
Forcing himself to his feet, Salem threw the pack on his back
and retrieved his hatchet. The venom made his entire body feel
like it was up in an inferno but as he looked below him he saw
something that sent him into a fit of rage.
A group of walkers had found his swine...and was feasting on
him. "Soll...stop at the top of the hill and watch...i'll come
to you...." Salem spoke before throwing the radio into the side
pouch of his pack.
Rushing forward Salem bound atop the steel railing of the
towers, leaping off and landing atop a large stack of wooden
paletes. The clatter of the wood grabbed the attention of nearby
migrating walkers, who slowly began to lumber their way towards
him. Salem, pissed due to his loss of his meal, leaped foward
against landing directly infront of the approaching group. With
a roar he sent out and impressive slash of his hatchet, taking
out two in one motion. The other two where quickly disposed of
and left behind him. Salem picked it up to a near sprint, the
adrenaline pumping quickening the spread of the infection but
lessening the pain. Walker after walker was disposed of untill
Salem reached the wall he wanted. And with a leap he steped up
the wall enough he could grab the lip of it. Despite the
agonizing pain of the wound in his shoulder he lifted himself up
and over, rolling over and nearly landing on his face again. But
his sense of body controll took over and kept him on his feet.
"Just like a cat....you pussy" came the voice of the watching
Soll over his radio.
Salem now nearly taken from the infection bounds forward towards
the hill, disposing of two more walkers on the way. He reaches a
clearing between two trees and can see Soll walking down the
hill. His knees give out and he falls to his hands on the
ground, a mass of digesting flesh forcing it's way back up his
throat and onto the ground before him. Two sirynges land beside
him, the fluids green.....the vaccine. Salem grabs them both,
removing the cap and jamming the needs into his arm and quickly
shoving the plungers in...filling his veins with the vacinne.
Salem rolled to his back, awaiting the chemicals to iradicate
the venom spreading through his body...and as he does so.
"Well damn, no wonder the Swine run to their shelter when they
hear us on the airwaves....." Soll says with a laugh. [/font]
#Post#: 1716--------------------------------------------------
Re: Roleplay: Why Swine piss themselves when they see Smoke on t
he Horizon.
By: Akira Date: March 6, 2013, 7:22 pm
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OOC: Awesome story man. Very detailed and had me interested
throughout the entire thing. :) Can't wait to read more.
#Post#: 1721--------------------------------------------------
Re: Roleplay: Why Swine piss themselves when they see Smoke on t
he Horizon.
By: Feddy Date: March 6, 2013, 9:38 pm
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Indeed Chris, it was a very good, and fun read.
And good inspiration to people out there!
Remember only your creativity sets limits for what will happen
in game (and ofcourse the rules) ;D
#Post#: 1725--------------------------------------------------
Re: Roleplay: Why Swine piss themselves when they see Smoke on t
he Horizon.
By: Mourningstar Date: March 6, 2013, 10:51 pm
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Thank you all very much, I definantly plan to have more up.
#Post#: 1732--------------------------------------------------
Re: Roleplay: Why Swine piss themselves when they see Smoke on t
he Horizon.
By: StephenJackson Date: March 7, 2013, 3:51 am
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Well Done, even If I dissapprove of the way that you Smokers
handle situations and treat fellow citizens, I loved it! :P
#Post#: 1746--------------------------------------------------
Re: Roleplay: Why Swine piss themselves when they see Smoke on t
he Horizon.
By: Tsubaki Date: March 7, 2013, 10:09 am
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I luv it :P
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