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Post by kilroy on Jul 20, 2014 21:14:58 GMT -5
"I'd say we worry less about names an more about this tunnel we are in. I hope this thing goes faster, I don't like this " Alexi said as he held the flare in one hand and his Bastard Gun in the other as they rolled forward.
The red glow added a hellish look to the tunnel, that coupled with the feeling of dread and the pipes had Alexi doubting his decision about VDNKh.
The flare didn't give off much light, only a circle around the cart as it's beams cut through the darkness. Even still, it seemed like some of the shadows never quite disappeared. "So, any ideas what were up against Vassili?" Alexi asked as they trundled along.
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Post by The Khan on Jul 21, 2014 4:21:40 GMT -5
Just as she was about to give up Sonya saw a light ahead. Getting closer she saw it was a fire, but no one was there. As she got closer she saw she was terribly mistaken. On the ground lay four bodies, full of bullet holes. But there was one more, up against the wall sat a man holding a pistol to his head, pulling the trigger, over and over again. The gun was just making a clicking sound, all the bullets spent. The man was shivering and staring into the darkness, towards the station.
It didn't take long for her to notice, but the only bullet shells on the ground where those of their own guns. She picked up one of their weapons and had a look at the magazine. Empty.
The man in the corner began to mumble, Sonya quickly turned her gun to him. He wasn't speaking Russian, it was nothing she could understand. "Erit vobis in tenebris mortis", over and over again. All of a sudden her head started to spin and her stomach turned over inside of her. Sonya's vision started to get blurry before she was greeted by darkness.
When she woke up she was in exactly the same place, except lying on the ground on top of the rails. Remembering where she was she quickly sat up. She looked let and right for he pistol which she was holding in her hands when she fell. It was on the ground, right where she remembered seeing one of the bodies, but the body wasn't there anymore. None of the bodies were there, not even any blood, or the bullet shells. Not even the fire or any other evidence that anyone had been there.
Had she dreamed it all? Was it just her imagination that had made her see those things? Before she could think any further on the matter she heard something, coming from the way she had came. It was the sound of some sort of engine, the tracks were trembling slightly, not nearly as much as she was, still in shock from what had just happened. Could it be those other people from the station? Maybe, but Sonya didn't want to get her hopes up too high. She hid inside a little alcove in the side of the tunnel just as the lights slowly started to round the corner.
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Post by derchemiker on Jul 21, 2014 11:04:11 GMT -5
As the Cart got deeper and deeper into the tunnel Michael got an uncanny feeling that something was behind him, something that followed the cart since they left the exctinct station. His forehead was covered in cold sweat and he had that urge to turn around and look if there was something behind them but he knew that this would only make it worse. Michael grumbled "Verdammte Tunnelangst" and tried to focus on something else.
He noticed that the tunnel was suprisingly clean for the metro. As Michael looked at the tunnelfloor there were no bones of dead rats or nosalis or even dirt, only clean concrete. "What the..." he turned his head and looked at the wall's, nothing but concrete, not even Spider Webs or bullet holes or some sign that there were humans in this part of the metro. "Is it usual for the tunnels in this part of the metro to be this clean?" he asked his fellow passengers. Michael already knew the answer he would receive.
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Post by mamajumbo on Jul 21, 2014 11:55:32 GMT -5
Vassili turned his attention to the stalker, the deafening sound of the cart rolling on the neglected rails makes a metallic rattling cacophony. The way he raised the flare and his gun reminded the apprentice doctor of a revolutionary pose used in a copy of a french painting from Delacroix he had seen during his story with the Reds. His question came out muffled, the echoes of their ride degrades their conversations, but the essentials ideas are clear.
"Honestly friends I don't know, I came here just to find a job in a hospital, before I got out of my station, I had many hypotheses about what was going on in VDNKh. As an apprentice in the art of medicine, I believe I could help against that menace, thinking it was bacterial or some other microbe, and that...man-thing..." He swallowed his saliva, the horrors that scarred the dead body behind them still gives him a lump in his throat. "...It showed nothing that I've seen before. The answer is maybe chemical, a gas leak maybe, that gave the people of both stations bad trips, the ones I've told you about. Or it's something from the surface, but it's not the Talpa Nasuta Miraculosa, the nosalis. Other than that I am clueless"
The cart then makes a turn, lighting from left to right, showing several ranks of pillars, the neverending giant concrete rib cage of a snake.
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Post by Soulthief on Jul 22, 2014 8:46:00 GMT -5
"No. The tunnels are never this clean, Always mushrooms or rats or some other such thing."
The trader ups the speed on his vehicle, he's been scratching his side considerably since he hopped back on this trolley, and rubbing his eyes much as well. "Yagh... I feel like shit in this tunnel. Eyes burning, I feel itchy and it's kind of like I'm being eaten by something..." He whines, hanging his head down in displeasure. "Quicker we get there, the better." He sighs, wrapping around his Kalashnikov.
All of a sudden, there is a deathly, metallic scream as sparks fly from the railcar, their ride suddenly getting extremely bumpy until they hit a large rock, the cart runs over in the same tone of plain, bland dirt, as pebbles and grains of the centuries-ground stone and iron filings fly behind them.
"Get ready for a ride!" He shouts, pulling on the breaks of the vehicle and then clutching onto his seat tightly, the speed just being carried as wheels on the cart start popping off, the motion creating a rumpling and causing some split pipes to fall from the endless walls, rafters to just disintegrate on the destroyed, split rails. In a huge thud, all items aboard fly around, even the tin of cans cracking and the pieces of nazi clothes tearing. When they do finally slam into this wall, the cart is showing signs of rust even though it was clean just earlier, the rails behind them- there are no more rails. The first few sets of planks on the cart have fallen to dust in the collision, highly uncharacteristic of wood.
"Weeeeell. This is a peculiar circumstance. Okay, people, there obviously won't be a VDNKh at this rate.
Our best bet now is to leave. Find that girl, and walk the rails out of this hellhole." He says, climbing out of the cart. When he gets into the light of yours, he looks terrible. his skin seems flaky and dirty, his eyes are completely bloodshot, he has a massive ringworm-like rash in his side, and his coat is gently fuming.
The ground, the cart, the man. It is then that all your eyes seem a little clouded with some type of smoke- a chemical breaking smoke. When your eyes get itchy and exposed fleshy skin seems to burn, your thoughts are distracted from your cautions and on to the real physical tone of things.
You are all Decomposing. Rotting alive, And it is extremely rapid in this down tunnel.
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Post by kilroy on Jul 22, 2014 10:37:37 GMT -5
Alexi was choking, gasping for air. He hopped from the wrecked cart. "Ughh! Gas-gasmaks! Run, get out of the tunnel!" Alexi said as he forced the mask over his face. It helped a little, but the burning was still on their skins.
Alexi started stumbling along as he pushed himself to get out of the tunnel. His eyes watered and his skin burned more still. Surely they couldn't have gone far with how slow the cart was going.
He was breathing heavily, the gas he'd inhale still choking him. He could see the tracks starting to get better, the gas getting thinner the farther he ran. "Hurry, were almost out!" He yelled, coughing heavily.
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Post by mamajumbo on Jul 22, 2014 12:01:36 GMT -5
Because of the sense of emmergency and the fact that his eyes started to itch badly, Vassili missed a step and falls clumsily from the vehicle. His sight was blurry because of the tears produced to protect his sight from the gas, but he manages to pick up his mask and covers his face with the safe leathery veil. His lungs were on fire and the feeling of discomfort in his whole buddy makes him want to puke his guts out. The stress produced as he sees he is the only one left allowed him to get up and, in a hurry motivated by a panic attack, he runs out of the cloud, following the voices encouraging him to move away faster, with only one thought in his mind; First exiting the area, then vomit this morning's breakfast.
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Post by The Khan on Jul 26, 2014 23:15:32 GMT -5
As the cart went past her, Sonya got up and followed. Her steps were slow and her feet were dragging along the ground. It wasn't long before the cart disappeared into the distance. It wasn't long before her eyes started to itch and she was finding it hard to breath. She fell to her knees, losing the strength to continue. In the distance she could see a light, getting closer and closer. Before she could makes sense of what it was everything went black.
(OOC: So sorry for the long wait and the short reply.)
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Post by derchemiker on Jul 27, 2014 17:51:28 GMT -5
Holding on to his Rifle with the left hand and pressing the gas mask against his face with his right hand Michael sumbled trough the cloud of gas. He fell on his knees a few times but still kept going with his lungs burning from the gas he breathed in after the crash. He was about to give up as he heard Alexi yell "Hurry, were almost out!", knowing that he almost did it Michael startet to run again but tripped over an figure laying on the ground "shit.." was the last thing he could say befor his face hit the ground. Unwilling to let someone die because he was too cowardly to help, Michael put his Arm trough the shoulder strap of his rifle and forced the Gasmask over his face. ".. sorry but you have to die another day." he muttered trough the Gas mask while trying to carry the traveller out of the Gas.
As he stumbled out of the Smoke and the tunnel slowly got better again, Michael saw the doctor leaning against an wall, vomiting and the young Ranger coughing and trying to breath normally again. He looked at the person he was carrying saw that it was the woman with the sunglasses from earlier. Michael put her on the ground near vassili. He then sat down, took of his Gasmask and tried to normalize his breathing. As he looked on the ground Michael saw an small bloodstain on the inside of his gas mask, wondering where the blood came from he noticed that it was dripping from his nose. To stop the bleeding, he took out an tissue and pressed it against his nose. Michael then looked around, wondering where the trader could be.
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Post by Soulthief on Jul 30, 2014 6:00:18 GMT -5
The merchant had never left the cloud your way, but you hear an echo and see a man's long shadow from across the translucent cloud of death "H-Hey! Where is everyone?" The shadow seems to grasp a gun, probably a Kalashnikov, carefully "I'm already through, you all! Oh, shit- Shit, Fuck! Tell me you guys aren't dead in there!" He says, seemingly pointing his gun at this death cloud.
He lets loose one round, as if trying to signal your attention, but all you hear is the boom of gun fire and the sound of little filings clicking hard, hallowed ground. No, he certainly isn't a ghost, which is reassuring, anyways. The figure sits down, when two more men show up behind him. One of them is pointing some sort of pistol at the shadow and the other is holding on to an Uboineg.
"Put your weapon down!" Says one of these men, probably the pistol holder judging by how the shadow moves.
"Gah, I knew today was a bad day to travel. I should have never left that station." Says the Kalashnikov-holding Silhouette, probably Argrim. His gun is dropped and his hands in the air, the Uboineg-carrier grasping the merchants' arm and dragging him through, after which the two shepharded Argrim into some other place, further down the line.
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Post by kilroy on Jul 30, 2014 9:00:11 GMT -5
Alexi was still coughing when the merchant fired a round through the gas cloud. He watched as he was dragged away. "Chort! Well, looks like someone still lives down here. We need to get around this cloud."
He pulls out a map, searching for any secondary routes. He rips the gas mask from his face and pulls out his canteen. Swishing some water around in his mouth, he spits, the water comes out red. "Oh, that's fucking great."
He turns and sees Michael in a similar state and tosses the canteen to him. "Use the water, try and clear that shit from your body. Is she breathing?" He asks as he turns back to his map.
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Post by The Khan on Aug 2, 2014 4:37:59 GMT -5
Sonya was still unconscious as her nose started to bleed. She was breathing normally again but with fast and ragged breathes. As the blood started to trickle down the back of her throat she took a deep breathe. She turned onto her side and started to cough up her the blood. When she was finished she notice that she was in the company of several people.
Scrambling to stand up she reached down to the pistol holster to find it empty. She must've dropped it when she fell unconscious, her rucksack wasn't anywhere to be seen either. She quickly pulled out her machete and held it up, in between her and whoever these people were. "Who are you and where is my stuff!" she shouted at them.
They must've taken it all or something like that, she reasoned. Who else would it be?
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Post by derchemiker on Aug 2, 2014 12:50:14 GMT -5
Michael catched the canteen and poured some water in his hand. "Thank you.." he washed the blood of his face ".. and yes, she is breath-" Michael was interrupted by the woman, who was now laying on her side coughing blood. He stood up, turned his head to the doctor and said "I think you should take a look at her."
As Michael turned back to the woman she was already standing and pointing an machete at him "Who are you and where is my stuff!"
He took a few steps backwards and answered the question. "Im Michael, this is Alexi" he pointed at the ranger, then at the doctor "and this is Vassili, you already met us at Alexejewskaja. Im sorry that you've lost your stuff. As I found you in the tunnel I had no time to also carry your stuff out of the gas." He offered the canteen to the woman
"You should probably sit down, wash youre face and let Vassili take a look at you, you've inhaled a huge amount of gas back there."
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Post by mamajumbo on Aug 5, 2014 14:12:37 GMT -5
In a repeated serie of hiccups, Vassili's lungs fight the filth that burned his insides and gasps for fresh air in his surroundings. His head was spinning from anxiety and his marathon, after a few minutes, the young man stands up, his sight became clearer, which was a good sign and encouraged him to wake up and be active again.
"I think you should take a look at her" said Michael with a bloody nose clogged with a tissue.
The gas was that corrosive? Said vassili to himself, we are lucky to be alive then. He turns his attention to the woman on the ground, one of her arm streched toward her saviors with a blade at the end of it. While the man who has trouble getting rid of his epistaxis tries to reason Sonya, Vassili decided to drink as much water as he could to wash his insides. After that, while maintaining a safe distance between him and her patient, the young Doktor kneels down and explains in a calm voice accompanied with gentle gestures that he is there to help her and the whole group to pass through this difficulty. It is just the basic eye contact he learned to soothe victims of sudden panic and agitation before heading to VDNKh. He felt it was a necessity to understand and communicate as much as he can with the mentally afflicted persons of the Dark Ones to get more informations out of them and their disease.
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Post by kilroy on Aug 5, 2014 16:57:04 GMT -5
Alexi looked up from his map at the standoff. He could see that the girl was surprised, which was understandable. If you woke up surrounded by strangers, it normally means that they wanna kill, rape, or rob you. Sometimes all three even.
He watched as they tried to calm her, then looked back to the gas and sighed, "Look, if one of us goes back an gets your gear, will you not stab Michael or Vassili? Then, we can worry about getting around the cloud and into VDNKh and seeing who is still alive there." He said as he stood and joined them.
"You see, in Polis, stalkers aren't just scavengers, we're initiates to the Rangers. It's my job to report anything strange I hear about as I travel." Alexi knew he'd be going back to exhibition, with or without them, he had to. His best chance was to find a tunnel that went around this cloud, or to go to the surface and enter through the burned ruins of Botanicheskiy Sad.
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