|
Post by The Karcolith on Oct 26, 2012 7:08:14 GMT -5
"Better decided quickly. I hope you come with us." Mikhail asked Oleg.
"I'll come, no point separating out here." He replied, "Besides, I want to find that warehouse as much as you do."
Oleg looked over the group, he wasn't entirely comfortable meeting new people, but in the grand scheme of things, more guns meant they'd be safer, or at least that's what he hoped. Changing magazines as he moved, he stayed at he back, glancing over his shoulder occasionally to make sure they didn't have to deal with any extra problems.
|
|
|
Post by rag43 on Oct 26, 2012 7:23:10 GMT -5
He heard the man call her Nadya, then his memory came back to life as he took a quick look at her.
"Nadya? Is that you? I nearly didn't recognise you." he said smiling, though that wasn't very visible through his gasmask. He turned to the others. Well at least she was in good hands, two big guys covering her back... "I'm Olec. Olec Adrenowic.", he said to them.
|
|
|
Post by CaptainNips on Oct 26, 2012 8:00:59 GMT -5
Mikhail felt relieved that Oleg would stick with the group. They would not be separated after all. The burly Hansa raised his eyebrow in intrigue, the new guy seemed to know the adder-eyed Nadya.
"I'm Olec. Olec Andrenowic," the cowboy-garbed man stated.
"I'm Mikhail Zukov," he replied and jerked his thumb at his companion, "and this is Oleg. I'll explain our endeavour when we are fully safe in the sewer's confines."
Mikhail sped up and slowed down next to Nadya.
|
|
|
Post by quandry on Oct 28, 2012 0:39:04 GMT -5
this is just to say and which I have eaten you were probably the plums saving for breakfast that were in the icebox Forgive me they were delicious and so cold
We were metaphysical when girls Cheered on the sidelines. Tangled up in a falling, Muscles were a bright motor Double-flashing to the metal hoop Nailed to our oak. When Sonny Boy's mama died He played nonstop all day, so hard Our backboard splintered.[/center] Curtis grabbed his pulsing head; throbbing in an entropic mixture of squalling howls; he had to get out of the building, he could hear the structure straining and squeezing down into itself: in a flash he snapped his foot back into place realized his foot wasn't sprained or dislocated, just HURT LIKE A BITCH probably bruised black, gotta get it looked at as soon as he gets underrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Shake and shake The catsup bottle None'll come- And then a lot'll Wanted: Men; Millions of men are WANTED AT ONCE in a big new field; NEW, TREMENDOUS, THRILLING, GREAT. If you've ever been a figure in the chamber of horrors, If you've ever escaped from a psychiatric ward If you thrill at the thought of throwing poison into wells, have heavenly visions of people, by the thousands, dying in flames - YOU ARE THE VERY MAN WE WANT We mean business and our business is YOU Wanted: A race of brand new men. From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Apply: Middle Europe; Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, No skill needed; I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. No ambition required; no brains wanted and no character allowed; When I died they washed m[glow=red,2,300]e out of the turret with a hose[/glow]. TAKE A PERMENENT JOB IN THE COMING PROFESSION Wages: Death back into place realized his foot wasn't sprained or dislocated, just HURT LIKE A BITCH probably bruised black, gotta get it looked at as soon as he gets under over towards those other voices, oh god the voices OH GOD THE VOICES MAKE THEM STOP pla[glow=red,2,300]ese[/glow] please Was RAINBOW, RAINBOW, RAINBOW! A man said to the universe: And I let the fish go. "Sir, I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me a sense of obligation."
He shoved his revolver into his holster, got up finally, wiped the grime from his crackling gas mask, and simply ran in a roll of thunderous lightning split in his foot as each step jolted in intense, immeasurably keen pain that sizzled through his side in an intolerable splash of suffering and pain, like his atoms being split at every step while nightmares peeked out in lunging position and incessent voices demanded of him in his head; he couldn't breath anymore; both his filter and his lungs gave out and refused to comply. All he could do was run. He was a futurist and his legs were his automobile, all in a pinnacle goal to reach those fellows, those mirages, those ghosts, those shadows. He could feel his foot swelling in his boot as his sprint got him closer, and closer, and closer, and closer until he began to black out a little (a little) and he reached out to touch them, he just needed to know they didn't exist and then he could die, just let go of it all and let the mutants take him finally, finally, but no NO NO NO NO he reached out and the person existed, THEY EXISTED which meant that he had to survive because God damn, he has a chance now! By now, however, Curtis was frothing at the mouth in an absolutely debilitating fashion. He forced himself to breath, knowing that if he didn't he'd further drive his mental instability further. And with his luck, his filters allowed this; a change of heart, perhaps. However, physically he was a complete mess and the moment he touched someone, his hand latched onto them and anchored them (accidently, of course) slightly. When they were suddenly suprised at something, they just looked back to Curtis. He was wondering if they knew the manhole wasn't too far from under their feet, and then Curtis wondered how he knew that among all this entropy.
|
|
|
Post by Lawnmower Joe on Oct 28, 2012 6:29:58 GMT -5
"Olec? Well shit, I didn't recognise you", said Nadya, "although the outfit should have been enough of a giveaway..."
She glanced around her to see if everyone was present. Oleg and Mikhail had caught up with her, which was all that was needed. Now they could make a run for the sewers. A hissing roar overhead almost seemed to give the signal for them to start running.
"Go!", shouted Nadya, dashing off towards the hole in the ground. Something big swooped down behind the group, displaced air and ugly bestial growls sounding out. Finally, Nadya reached the hole and slid down into it, rolling as she hit the snow-covered ground. A piece of sharp rubble tore into her shoulder, the sting of pain making her gasp. Like a rat running for its hole she scrambled into the open pipe at the bottom of the hole, the guts of the city exposed by some humongous explosive force so many years ago. In the dank and putrid darkness of the sewer pipe, Nadya felt safer. Her eyes pierced the gloom, revealing no foes hidden in the shadows. Exhausted by the fight and the running, she slumped and exhaled, air whistling out through her gas mask.
"T'voyu mat...", she muttered.
|
|
|
Post by rag43 on Oct 29, 2012 16:15:30 GMT -5
"Go!", shouted Nadya, dashing off towards the hole in the ground. Something big swooped down behind the group, displaced air and ugly bestial growls sounding out.
Olec knew what was going to happen, if he'd stay just a second longer. "Run, Olec, RUN!!!", he heard it call in his mind. Memories... Memories hidden inside his brain came awake as he ran after Nadya. His ears became deaf and his eyes were focused on the hole Nadya vanished in. The memories... "Run, Olec, RUN!!!" it sounded once more with a vibrating pain in his head.
As he sled down into the hole Olec's flash seemed to vaporize. He stood next to Nadya as he noticed her wounded shoulder. He sat down next to her, taking a bandage and a bottle of water to clean the wound.
"May I?", he asked. His heart was still pumping like it would explode any second. He surely wasn't in need to run that fast for some time now.
|
|
|
Post by CaptainNips on Oct 30, 2012 7:50:24 GMT -5
"Go!" Nadya cried out.
Mikhail was about to dash down until a beastial roar was heard and a dark shape loomed behind them. The Hansa guard turned around slowly and was face to face with one of those horrid, vile demons. The other howlers were now backing away and scattering off at its presence. The beast was only a few feet away and was glaring hungrily at Oleg and Mikhail. As the demon roared before them, Mikhail let out a brave battle-cry and unleashed a spray of bullets upon the demons ugly face.
When the demon was distracted, Mikhail turned back and yelled at Oleg, "Hurry down! Now!"
The two rushed down the hole, barely keeping balance on the snow and rough gravel. The beast was right behind them, letting out an enraged, ear-piercing roar. Mikhail noticed Olec and Nadya already safe inside the hole.
"Go deeper inside, dammit!" he shouted at them, "We got trouble!"
The pair neared the foot of the hole. Mikhail glanced for a second behind him to see the mouth-frothing demon still right behind them. Mikhail uttered at least a thousand curses to himself and hoped this would not be the end.
|
|
|
Post by The Karcolith on Oct 30, 2012 13:39:36 GMT -5
Keeping to the back of the pack Oleg heard Mikhail call out to him.
Hurry down! Now!" He said, dropping he saw the shadow of the demon, and felt the draft of wind as it swooped down on him, missing him by inches. As soon as it had passed he leaped back up and pelted towards the pipe, barely keeping his balance on the icy gravel as he half slid, half ran down the slope, before sliding into the pipe and turning to stand side by side with Mikhail and fired burst at the winged mutant, which proved more agile than one would believe.
It landed and lunged for the pipe's entrance Oleg heard the mechanical click of his assault rifle's magazine being empty.
"дерьмо." He said, drawing his revolver and aiming down the sights he fired, the first shot slammed into the beast's torso, causing it the leap back a few feet, baring a hideous set of teeth and snapped forward again swiping at the duo who were standing their ground against the beast, firing a second shot into it's leg, as well as another burst of assault rifle fire from Mikhail made the mutant finally retreat.
Watching it until it was out of sight, Oleg let out a deep sigh and shuddered. "That was close, are you alright?" He asked the others. "He'd better keep going going other thing will be wanting to see what the commotion was."
|
|
Novak
Nosalis
That Crazy Serbian
Posts: 73
|
Post by Novak on Oct 31, 2012 10:54:08 GMT -5
How luck and fortune was able to turn from a disastrous battle against a horde to a grand escape! Though the grand part could be taken away, Novak managed to escape from the battle. He did his part to help.
The trench had a cute little stream running through it, someone had obviously been here before as for some reason walking planks were laid out. He crossed a small stretch when he noticed a dead man, he wondered if it was from the battle but quickly dismissed the thoughts as the body was an unnatural shade of blue, he noted that the corpse was holding back some of the water, it had become like a organic dam. The tiny lake the body held back for some reason was shaking, wait, shaking? That's not good.
Novak held his body against a side of the trench, the sound of thunder approached, wait again something illogical, thunder does not approach does it? Then came the growling and howling and what not that gave it away, a pack of mutants approached.
In pairs they flew over the trench, how many did he count? How close a call was it? His luck was holding, he prayed it would carry him through that wretched day.
|
|
|
Post by CaptainNips on Nov 5, 2012 5:22:43 GMT -5
Mikhail nodded at Oleg's point. Best to start traveling now.
Mikhail pointed down the tunnel, "I bet if we go down that tunnel eventually we'll find a manhole near the warehouse. Well... Zlets go then."
The Hansa fighter crouched past Nadya and Olec, offering to take the front. He then dug in his pack and found his map of the Komsomolskaya area. Shining his headlight on the map, Mikhail took his first cautious steps forward into the murky and dark sewage tunnel.
Mikhail yawned and spoke behind him to Olec, "Oh and... your name's Olec right? We're heading to a military warehouse on the surface, just so you know. You're welcome to tag along, its bound to have much loot. Well anyway... you can make your decision once we reach a manhole."
|
|
|
Post by rag43 on Nov 6, 2012 18:00:52 GMT -5
Olec thought it'd be okay if he spent some more time on the surface. At least if the loot was good. He taped up Nadya's wound after he washed it out with water.
"Yeah it's okay. If Nadya hangs around with you guys, you can't be that bad.", he said. "I'll go with you."
Olec finished taping up Nadya's wound and helped her to stand up.
|
|
|
Post by Lawnmower Joe on Nov 12, 2012 6:19:48 GMT -5
Nadya hissed as alcohol was splashed over her wound. She glanced at it and saw a nasty, jagged cut. Thankfully, it did not seem too deep and would not require stitching. The wound was bandaged, and she nodded at Olec in silent gratitude.
"We should hurry", she said, "the demons might not be able to get us down here, but the howlers certainly can."
As if to back up her warning, a lugubrious howl came from somewhere outside. The sound was distant, but enough to remind the stalkers that their troubles were not over. Nadya slung her SKS over her shoulder and took her revolver out. The handgun would be more useful in these narrow concrete tunnels than a bulky rifle.
But something other than the surface-dwelling creatures made Adder's heart fill with fear. The tunnel, narrow and high enough for a man to stand, but not wide enough for two men to stand side by side, seemed deserted. A rancid smell lingered in the obscure man-made gallery, a smell so strong it reached through Adder's filter and made her throat and nose burn.
"We should also try to find an exit soon", she said, "something here isn't right."
|
|
|
Post by The Karcolith on Nov 12, 2012 10:19:46 GMT -5
"We should also try to find an exit soon", Adder said, "something here isn't right."
Oleg nodded. "Agreed, something is definitely unusual about this tunnel, there are no rats." He said, looking down and glancing back every so often so as to be sure they weren't taken by surprise, the lingering smell crept up his nostrils, wrinkling his nose at it, he couldn't place the smell.
"What is that smell? It's so invasive." Oleg commented quietly, his voice echoed slightly in the confined area. The tension seemed to build as they went deeper into the tunnel. He hoped they'd find the exit soon.
|
|
Novak
Nosalis
That Crazy Serbian
Posts: 73
|
Post by Novak on Nov 12, 2012 13:38:43 GMT -5
Up ahead the trench crawled up, Novak stood on a small hill and from his position the outlines of humans going into a tunnel. Or at least it seemed like humans.
What to do Novak wondered? In his mind he flipped a coin. Heads he tries to survive on his own, tails he joins them for unity means survival.
Само слога Србина спасава.
Before the imaginary coin landed he decided. Join them.
However by the time he had gotten his boots out of the mucky, irradiated water they already had entered.
|
|
|
Post by CaptainNips on Nov 26, 2012 22:32:09 GMT -5
Mikhail took a deep breath and spoke to his companions, "This way."
Mikhail took cautious, steady steps. Everything about this tunnel just seemed wrong. It made the Hansa veteran deathly uneasy. An unsettling smell of gas and blood filled the air as the group ventured deeper into the tunnel. The countless blood stains on the walls didn't rise their spirits either.
"Be on the lookout... this place makes me uneasy." Mikhail said.
They continued to walk down the ominous hole until the group came to an intersection of two other tunnels, neither looked very inviting.
Mikhail stared at his map for a moment and soon pointed to the left tunnel as he came to his decision, "This way, the warehouse isn't far from here."
As they continued on their way, a small speck of light was spotted at the end of the tunnel. An entrance to the surface?
"That could be our way out," Mikhail remarked, "Come on, not much farther."
Mikhail walked ahead for a moment until his foot hit an unseen object. The Hansa guard yelped and fell, strangely, into a large puddle. Mikhail had not spotted the water when he was coming forward. Mikhail grunted and looked around. The sides of the tunnel seemed to carved to a wider almost cave-like shape, giving the group more space. Mikhail's eyes pored over the wall until he saw a lone corpse propped up against the gravel, his guts spread out. The man was obviously a stalker and still had cases of ammunition on his belt.
"Looks like we have a fellow adventurer over here," Mikhail remarked, "Wonder what happened to him."
The puddle Mikhail was in was also unsettling. It was green and flowing with dirt and gravel. Perhaps this was a beasts den? That would certainly explain the occasional scratches and claw marks in the corners of the walls.
Mikhail looked to his comrades and motioned to small, dirty puddle and the dead stalker, "I don't like this. Let's continue on, the exit is very close by now."
|
|