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Post by rag43 on Oct 19, 2012 6:51:41 GMT -5
Olec followed the woman silently. He saw her jumping over the ravine and going into a building. He jumped too, being aware there were no nosalis around and stepped inside the building turning on his flashlight.
"I wonder where she's going..." he thought while sneaking through the rooms.
As Olec saw her standing by a window, he aimed at her. It was strange that she stood right there looking through that window as if there could be nothing to worry about.
"Hello, young Lady", he said, hoping that mysterious woman wouldn't just turn around and shoot him...
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Post by Lawnmower Joe on Oct 19, 2012 7:14:54 GMT -5
"Hello, young lady", said a voice. Nadya started and leaped back from the window, raising her old SKS rifle as she did so. How had she not heard that guy walking around? It seemed that old age was rearing its ugly head nowadays, dulling her senses. At least her hands did not shake as she kept her rifle aimed at the stranger. The fact that the man was alone did not make her feel any more at ease.
"What do you want?", she snapped, glaring at the stranger through her gas mask, "and who are you?"
He had no time to answer her questions, however. A deep-throated growl reached Nadya's ears, accompanied by a raucous howl. She felt her heart sink as she heard more howls answer the first. Growls and snuffling came to them from inside the building.
"T'voyu mat!", she hissed, "mutants!"
Nadya didn't wait around much longer. She ran out of the room through a nearby doorway and ended up outside. The building's side had collapsed entirely here, leaving only parts of an old landing and some stairs clinging onto the wall. Nadya raced along the landing and down a flight of stairs, only to see several Howlers loping towards the part of the building she was in. When Howlers came, they came in packs, and Nadya knew that fighting it out with a pack of Howlers was a very bad idea indeed.
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Post by rag43 on Oct 19, 2012 8:54:49 GMT -5
Olec didn't waste any second following the woman.
"What now?", he asked running beside her, knowing his skorpion wouldn't do the job alone...
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Post by Novak on Oct 19, 2012 10:35:20 GMT -5
The human turned to a side and looked alarmed, next a growl struck like thunder in the eardrums of Novak, followed by more growls. Was he certain it was a human he saw? The supposedly human shade vanished from the window only to emerge later out of the building. Next to "it" was another entity, slightly taller and broader.
Novak wiped his helmet's vizor and saw looked again through the scope, he saw weapons, mutants don't carry weapons and that means they are humans. Humans that are in trouble.
A pack of Howlers approached quickly, Novak looked around him. A rock, he grabbed it and threw it against the lead Howler, it landed on his head and he tripped and took down another Howler near him. The pack stopped for a second, they were confused. And soon they would be dead, as Novak deployed his bipod on a car and peered through the scope again opening fire in short bursts on the back Howler, it fell down and no other Howler noticed it. There was only the silence for them.
But then one looked over to Novak by chance and shrieked its deafening call to mutant arms, half the pack diverted to Novak. They were fast, but bullets were faster. For every meter or so one fell, unfortunately there weren't many meters between them and two Howlers jumped at Novak, time seemed to slow down as he reached for his knife and pistol.
One Howler received a knife in its belly, the other as many bullets as the CZ 99 could fire.
He fell on his back, the Howler that had received the bullet treatment was dead but the Howler who took the knife was alive and not too happy about having a knife in its chest. Novak raised his pistol and shot, click, no more ammo left.
Between the Howler and Novak was his Zastava M21. The Howler jumped and Novak rolled, he grabbed the rifle as the Howler turned to jump again, it was met with a spray of bullets
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Post by rag43 on Oct 19, 2012 11:18:18 GMT -5
Olec appreciated this fortunate situation and took out his silenced makarov holding his skorpion in the other hand already shooting at the pack of bloodthirsty mutants.
"Eat this, assholes!", he shouted in excitement while killing some of the nosalis. it wasn't hard to notice that Olec was a talented aimer. he exactly knew where to shoot to hit the brain of those mutants...
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Post by bawls34 on Oct 22, 2012 6:23:17 GMT -5
The window broke as the howler tackled Dmitri and sent the two of them flying out of the first story window. Dmitri hit the ground with a thud, sending both the howler and his rifle sliding across the ice. "chyort!" said Dmitri cursing his luck as he stumbled to his feet to meet the howler in the midst of another attack. The howler slashed low, cutting through the sleeve of Dmitri's coat and into his skin making him fall to a knee. As the howler raised it's arm back for a second blow, Dmitri ripped his meat cleaver from his belt, driving it upward underneath the howler's jaw connecting with a sickening blow. warm blood covered the ground as the howler slumped to the ground, it's neck welling steaming blood as Dmitri pulled the cleaver free.
Dmitri quickly retrieved his rifle and found cover behind a pile of rubble, he could hear shooting coming from around him and wondered what had happened as he wrapped a makeshift bandage around his wounded arm, tying it tight to the skin to keep it in place while he moved. after patching himself up a bit, Dmitri slowly peered over the rubble to see a group of humans running across the open ground about 200 meters in front of him, the last man in the group fired a quick burst from a machine pistol as he ran, cutting down one of the many howlers that persued them.
Dmitri quickly aimed in with his rifle and fired, the 7.62x54r bullet slammed into the side of a howler's body, laying it out flat, it twitched around as Dmitri worked the bolt and cycled a fresh round into the chamber. His second shot missed and hit just below a running howler. Dmitri cursed under his breath and cycled another round, this time firing and finding his round striking home on another howler, splitting it's head open in a violent mess of blood and gore.
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Post by Lawnmower Joe on Oct 22, 2012 8:29:58 GMT -5
Nadya fired twice as two howlers came loping towards her. One bullet hit a mutant in the shoulder, causing it to stop and retreat, growling. The other mutant, however, bounded off the top of a wrecked car and knocked Nadya onto her back, its jaw closing onto her SKS. As the mutant tossed her rifle away, Nadya snatched her revolver out and put three rounds into her assailant's belly. The howler yelped in agony and Nadya shoved it off her, finishing it off with a shot to the head.
She scooped her SKS up from the ground and raised it just in time to fire another shot at the howler she'd injured before. This time, Nadya fired twice, and the two bullets smacked into the ugly creature's head. Not wishing to continue the fight on open ground, Nadya retreated atop an abandoned van and started firing at any visible howlers. One howler went down with a bullet to the head, another was shot twice in the flank. From the behaviour of the pack, it seemed the mutants' resolve was broken. Nadya heaved a ragged sigh of relief as she saw the howlers hesitate before scurrying off, the attack broken.
They had to move now. The fight could have caught the attention of another bigger pack, or even the demons that roosted atop the Lenin Hotel. She jumped down from the van's roof and landed in the snow, letting out a muffled shout: "All those who hear me, we have to move and seek cover!"
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Post by rag43 on Oct 22, 2012 13:53:55 GMT -5
"All those who hear me, we have to move and seek cover!", shouted the woman and Olec realised the situation instantly. The noise of the fight could have drawn some unwanted attention.
"I got ya!", Olec said to that woman as he stood at her side.
"She really knows how to fight this kind of scum!", he thought.
Olec put his Makarov back under his trenchcoat and fed his Skorpion with a fresh magazine, checking his environment, the streets and the sky...
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Post by quandry on Oct 22, 2012 20:29:26 GMT -5
“He says ‘kill a few demons’ like I’m picking up milk from the market. . .” A motley array of fireworks sprawled across the buildings head, and Curtis perched over them like the pyrotechnic he always dreamed to become. Ivan had told him the demons were too prevalent in the area to test the machine, but something told his burly companion ceased to exist at all. A breach of sanity had always been evident in the confines of Curtis’ mind; perhaps that’s why he chose to hunt demons—which by all means, is no casual stroll in any case—let alone armed only with a revolver and two good pairs of legs. But he shrugged off the delusions of uncertainty; he’s done much more heinous tasks. Besides, Curtis knew that bravery ran in his family. Looking off the ledge of the building Curtis had spotted a demon swoop over a swamp of irradiation. No doubt that if his filter had been removed from his ensemble the stench would overpower him, from an elevated position no less, to the point of suicide. But in Curtis’ case, suicide was a daily routine and job requirement. However, this statement hardly clarifies the intensity of the smell (which is filtrated successfully, so in this case really is moot), so . . .what’s going on? There was something relentless wracking on his brain. Something relentless and dangerous. Fulgurant gunshots splintered the quiet of the air, snapping Curtis back to the task at hand. He peeked down to a veloce of movement; a group of wannabe stalkers splattering bullets over a pack of mutants. Observing the demon perched in a sort of catapulting celerity, the crazed psychopathic recusant maniac pulled a match and lit a wick, and as quickly as he could run he darted down the stairs while the world behind him exploded into a celebratory fracas of terror and debilitation. The screech and squeals of swiveling entropy lit the sky in a fearsome spatter of color, a beckon for all mutants and otherwise, a great pilgrimage of death and insanity. Curtis sped down the stairs as fast as he could, but the demon from yes, perhaps a building or two away, had apparently made its way down a flight of stairs (contrary to its usually tactic of attacking from the buildings sides), crashing into the building, knocking its structural supports in a test of endurance, flipping around in an irritated rage. And as the stalker made it to the second floor, he passed a window; another demon, perhaps the same one as before, he didn’t know and he didn’t care, smashed through the window and threw Curtis off place. He tumbled back, pulling his revolver as he flipped down the stairs. The demon crawled in, trying to maneuver through the window sill; six bullets flashed into the beast with lightning precision—good bullets too! But it was not enough. He reloaded, lying there in a disassembled mess, quickly firing six more bullets as the monster crawled forward in a flurry of hatred and terror and fear and he could see in the demons eyes that his world was enveloping into nothingness, that this was the end, this was the end, this was the end.Grabbing his chest, he tried to calm his heart down and tried to force himself to take deeper breaths. It wasn’t working. This filter was being wasted on excitement, on sheer exasperation. Helping himself up, Curtis felt a bout of consternation wash over him. After trying to walk he tumbled over and an acute pain snapped in his left foot; it felt like a sprained ankle. He groaned lightly while the noise of stamping feet came towards him. Unsure of his fate, he slowly reloaded at least one bullet into his cartridge. No! No, not yet. He tumbled down the last staircase, rolling down it on his side like an imbecile. He hit the floor and squinted out. The vague image of flashing guns still persisted. Holding out his arm towards them, it was as if he yearned for their warmth, or their company, or their help.
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Post by CaptainNips on Oct 23, 2012 2:23:03 GMT -5
Mikhail crouched by Oleg as the pack of mutants rushed by. As the two men continued on, the flurry and roar of bullets was heard. A big fire fight was ensuing, and a lot of bullets meant lots of fighters.
"Sounds like a damn war over there!" Mikhail exclaimed and turned to Oleg, "Come on let's go! Nadya might be in trouble!"
Mikhail rushed off, not paying attention to whether Oleg was following him or not. The Hansa guard briskly dodged obstacles and looked drastically for the armored car. Eventually, the two companions turned a corner and spotted three figures along with the armored vehicle.
Mikhail could make out Nadya, with her short stature and apparel, but could not recognize the two other figures. Stalkers maybe? But Mikhail ignored them and sought to the problem at hand. The sturdy man clutched his Kalash and fastened his Hansa helmet.
"Nadya! That you?!" Mikhail shouted over, "We heard bullets so we came over as fast as we-"
The Hansa's voice was interrupted by a loud crash and the nerve-racking roar of an accursed demon. Mikhail's gaze darted over to a nearby building. A demon had collided against the cement structure and was flapping it's wings with rage. Almost a heart beat later, the same beast retaliated and crashed into one of the building's windows.
"Shit! That thing's angry! There must be another stalker attracting it."
Mikhail looked to the other strangers, "I know this isn't much of a greeting but you've got to help. Whoever is inside that building is in deep shit! We must assist them."
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Post by Novak on Oct 23, 2012 11:30:52 GMT -5
"All those who hear me, we have to move and seek cover!" A voice familiar voice called, barely heard over the noise of gunfire at such a distance. The flashes of light however were like a beacon, a beacon Novak followed.
The mutants were on a rampage, there were many of them and it almost seemed like every mutant in Moscow decided to join the party and hunt anyone who walked the surface that day.
Sneaking is not something Novak enjoys doing or can do because of his heavy armor but the mutants were likely distracted by the violence of guns, much so that he could scale a bent statue of some fallen hero, a makeshift sniper position.
Carefully he aimed for anything that did not emit a yellow flash from its arm or ran on four legs. He saw two standing up on their hind legs, a perfect opportunity to instantly kill them with a headshot, he pulled the trigger and crimson blood painted the fur of the other mutant standing near it. The other one growled and set down, starting to run for Novak.
Novak grabbed his pistol again and loaded a fresh clip, he awaited he monster to climb the statue and be greeted by a hail.
And it did so, its primitive brains told it to sink its claws into the hero of stone and try to attack the human but the human had automatic weapons which it used to kill the beast. It died and fell to the ground with a crunch.
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Post by Lawnmower Joe on Oct 23, 2012 12:08:29 GMT -5
The confusion was monstrous. Gunshots echoed in the cold air, mutants roared, people shouted through respirators. Nadya searched for a place to hide, some safety from the mutants who would surely be drawn to the havoc. Amidst the chaos, a familiar voice cried out to her:
"Nadya! That you?! We heard bullets so we came over as fast as we-"
Nadya glanced at who had spoken and recognised Mikhail, who seemed to have redirected his attention at something else. Following his eyes, Nadya looked behind her and was horrified to see the enormous form of a demon flying close to a blasted building. She almost dived for cover before realising that the winged monstrosity was attacking the building, or something within.
"We have to go!", she said, but Mikhail seemed determined to try and find out about whatever was in that building...whatever or whoever.
"I know this isn't much of a greeting but you've got to help. Whoever is inside that building is in deep shit! We must assist them", said Mikhail to the other stalkers. Nadya shook her head and pointed at a nearby hole in the ground where the tarmac and concrete had collapsed inwards into the drainage network. They had a chance at escaping through the sewers.
"We don't have much time!", said Nadya, "soon we'll have every predator in the area coming for us."
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Post by rag43 on Oct 23, 2012 12:28:21 GMT -5
"We don't have much time!", said that woman, "soon we'll have every predator in the area coming for us."
Olec wasn't sure, wether he should go into that building or not. On one hand, he wasn't armed well enough for massive fights with massive teeth, but on the other hand wouldn't it be murder if that person died while he's hiding? Those mutants rampaging through the city like hungered out maniacs, wich had nothing more to lose, didn't help making his decision. Olec was an assassin, not a ranger. Sneaking was his passion, but this was an open war. A war against all evil this part of moskow had to offer, it seemed...
"Damn...", he said though his gasmask scrathing his head.
He turned to Nadya.
"I'll go with you.", he said knowing the others were armed enough to stay out in the open field for long enough.
"Time for retreat...", he tought...
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Post by CaptainNips on Oct 25, 2012 6:16:26 GMT -5
Mikhail stood motionless for a few seconds, at loss for what he should do. He greatly didn't want to separate the group; their objective was to make it to a potential treasure-trove, not save fellow survivors. Mikhail lessened his grip on his Kalash and hoped the other stalker would survive by himself.
With a sigh, Mikhail finally spoke, "Fine, I'll stick with you, Nadya. Besides, I'm the only one who knows the way to the warehouse."
The stoic Hansa turned to Oleg and grinned, "Better decided quickly. I hope you come with us."
With that, Mikhail stepped over towards Nadya and the unknown stalker. He slightly grinned as he saw the stalker's get-up. The man wore a black cowboy hat along with a dark trench coat. Mikhail had always loved the old films about the American west, so to see the cowboy hat gave him warm memories of the old days. Before the world went to shit.
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Post by Novak on Oct 25, 2012 14:30:26 GMT -5
The others seemed to be in a hurry to leave, not good for Novak who was far away from them and between the part and him was a graveyard filled with mutants.
He jumped off the statue and into the snow, taking cover behind a car he would wait it out and pray the mutants would not find him.
And then he saw a trench, little of that irradiated water seemed to flow there and he could cross it and make his escape.
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