Left Fur Dead: The RP

[Manual_automation]

I run up to the group looking over my shoulder often and panting "sorry guys, i got into some trouble on the way back, but i found this" I hold up a small sub machine gun, a nine millimeter Israeli UZI "should come in handy if we get swarmed close range" I offer as I move back into the group and catch my breath looking around "so what's the plan? take it slow and try to clear ahead of us before moving? or just run as fast as possible and try to make it through without being swarmed?" i was personally hoping to clear as many as possible from ahead of us before moving, but i could work both plans

[Terry_Lane]

Joshua sat on the grubby floor of the toll booth. He'd been stuck there for some time, after making his way down alone earlier with another group of survivors. He'd told them to push on ahead while he stayed behind to check for other survivors. Shortly after that, he'd heard them shoot their way through the main station area, only to be surrounded and killed. He'd listened painfully to their screams of pain dying as the Infected ripped them to shreds, the sounds imprinted in his mind even when he tried to forget them. A tear rolled down his cheek, already soiled with the blood of the infected he and his team killed before they reached the subway. He wiped his cheek with a paw, then wiped it on his shirt. No sense in keeping his clothes clean when sooner or later they were gonna be dirty again.

He checked the magazine of his pistol, relieved to find that it was still full. The bottle of pain pills sat on the counter above where he sat, a light stick taped to it, a beacon in the darkness that might attract any survivors that would come through the subway on their way to Mercy Hospital. The safe house that his team left earlier was supposed empty by him, the door closed, but light on for the next batch of survivors.

[Somebody]

Tezztor nodded, listening to the wolf speaking of his ideas for the road ahead. "I think we should be careful. Rushing through could leave us unprepared and trapped between hordes of zombies." he said as he opened up the gate to the subway entrance. Looking over he noticed Syra seemed a bit anxious. Walking over to her he said in a comforting tone, "C'mon it will be alright. We are all together here and nobody will be left behind. " he turned and made his way out the gate, nodding at the wolf on the way out. The floor had sunk in, and blow zombies stood unaware. "Looks like we got a fight ahead of us" he said raising his rifle.

[Terry_Lane]

Joshua's ears perked up at a sound in the distance. A familiar sound. One he had not heard since his team had sent themselves to their doom a few hours earlier.

It was the sound of the safehouse door opening. The big, sturdy red steel door swinging open on rusty hinges to allow survivors through to the next stage of their journey to salvation. He got up slowly, holding his pistol in a nervous hand as he peeked over the edge of the table. Outside, there were only a few of the Infected, mulling around and behaving like toned-down versions of the Witch.

He got back down again. He remembered that just before his team entered the main subway area, one of them (Goddamn it, Jess. Why did you do that...) had abandoned her assault rifle in favour of a hunting rifle she found on the floor, believing semi-auto to be better than full-auto. As a result of that, he'd heard her screams first, ringing clearly through the gunshots and screams of Infected. If only he could get to it before the Infected learned of his presence...

Then it clicked. He'd help the other survivors first, drawing the attention of the Infected away from them and towards him as he ran towards the assault rifle. The other survivors might clear them off of him as he reached the weapon. He just had to hope that there wouldn't be any special Infected creeping around that he didn't notice before.

No, it would be too dangerous. He'd show himself when the survivors went down the escalators and into the main subway lobby. So he waited. With pistol in hand and nerves of steel.

[Sareen]

She stood in a the safe room, healing herself up more so she was in more of a condition to fight. She had also picked up some more ammo just encase, loading her rifle she looked out to where Tezztor was standing, she then quietly crept up beside him and peered down to the horde, she saw that there was a fire blocking the stairway so she guessed they weren't going to be going that way any time soon. She then noticed she had forgotten to pick up a med kit to take along with her so she went back into the safe room and pick one up before putting it on her back for easier transport, and from out side the door she could hear strange groaning and sometimes maybe a slightly squeal coming from the infected that where below.

[Somebody]

Tezztor rubbed her shoulder softly with his claw, she was tense as was he but they couldn't stay here. "Are we all ready? We have to push forward" he mentioned as he took aim with his rifle and began to pick off the various infected below. They seemed almost in a stupored state, not paying any attention to the loud cracks of the automatic rifle. Perhaps it would be a bit easier then he thought, however he felt it in his gut that it wouldn't be that easy. Another problem was the state of things, the ground was heavily caved in, he hoped the rest of the tunnel fared better and they wouldn't be walking into a dead end with no way out. He jumped down after he shot the last visable infected and looked around with the flashlight. "It's clear for you all to come down" he yelled.

[Dr. Strange]

When the whistle brought nothing but more scraping noises, she groped blindly in her med kit and healed herself, sighing softly. Since she could now see, she inhaled sharply and shot into the horde surrounding her, tail hairs like spikes. Flashing this way and that, she struggled to attack everything that moved near her. Claws clicking softly on the ground, she crawled under the car she'd slammed into, scuttling to another one, slowly making her way to the subway. The cars ran out fifty feet from the entrance and she knew it was run or be taken. Her fingers crossed, she bolted into the horde, shooting blindly as best she could.

[Sareen]

She jumped down after the raptor and to find out it was pitch black, then she had remembered she turned her flash light off and never turned it back on again, she then took out her light and attached it to the top of her gun before turning it out and looking around, she caught sight of Tezztor with her light and knew not to shoot, so she ran off a little in front and started to examine the area more, she occasionally would jump as an infected popped out from behind a something though she only gained a few cuts when she didn't shoot at time,  She didn't go to far away from the others encase something came along that she couldn't handle by her self .

[Dr. Strange]

Darting into the elevator-like machine, she hit a button and prayed the doors would close in time, muscles aching with a twinge. Samantha could feel the last few spurts of energy taking their toll on her, wearing her down. It felt as though a thousand needles were pricking her skin, injecting numbing anesthetics into her. THe drain was almost too much. As the doors finally slammed shut, she felt the floor shift and sighed in relief. She would hopefully be safe until they opened once more, examining her self, she found several shallow cuts and scrapes from scuttling underneath the cars. Pulling her med kit off her back, she took care of that and waited, tense.

The door opened, a soft bell sound. She peeked out and replaced the med kit, preparing to sprint as a zombie popped out. Unable to shoot so close, she reached out with her claws and did her best to blind it, shutting off her flashlight quickly.Sprinting out and over it, she followed the sounds of others moving and raced down a set of stairs into the subway, terrified. Her heart pounded painfully against her ribs, her breath coming and leaving in short gasps. Her tail was flicking back and forth nervously and her fur was matted to her from sweating and overexerting herself. She couldn't stand this place. Everything had the stench of fear and death.

[Terry_Lane]

Joshua sat up ramrod straight as he heard footsteps and gunfire echoing down the hallway and into the main lobby. More survivors were on their way. His hunch was right. He cocked his pistol, checking that it was ready to fire. He clicked on the flashlight that was attached to the gun and crept up a hand to retrieve the bottle of pain pills he used as bait for survivors. He tore off the light stick and left it on the floor of the booth as he cracked open the door and crept out, going for the escalators that lead up to the train tracks and, further down, a secret cache where he suspected weapons and ammo were kept for survivors coming down the train tunnels. It was stuffed underneath one of the seats in one of the train carriages, which he didn't really believe as there was a safe house earlier on which provided weapons, ammo and health for survivors. He didn't dare test this hunch before, but with the company of other survivors, he was willing to do so.

He darted out quickly, heading for the rightmost escalator, avoiding the stares of most of the Infected as he did so. They thought him to be another Hunter, recently converted and getting used to being agile and quick. What they didn't know was that Joshua had spotted the assault rifle on the ground near the first step of the escalator, magazine still in the gun. If he remembered correctly, it was a full clip, and Jess had abandoned her ammo, in a small waistpouch, near the gun, to make room for the bullets the hunting rifle used. He reached the gun and took out the clip, relieved to find that it was full. True to his guess, the pouch was sitting near the rifle, and he slung it over his shoulder. Then, standing up with rifle in hand, he took pot shots at the Infected all around him.

The shots rang clear in the silence, the splattering of blood all too clear as Infected after Infected had bloody holes punched in them, limbs shot off, heads popped. Joshua never stopped firing until he ran out of ammo. He dropped the rifle and raised his pistol, firing again and again to dispatch as many of the Infected while drawing their attention away from the other survivors that were coming down. He stopped to reload his pistol and pick up the rifle, but was knocked down by an Infected that had crept up behind him. He fell, twisting as he did so, landing on his side with his handgun up, shooting the Infected in the torso but not stopping it. The thing scratched him and tore him bloody, but he kept on firing until it was dead.

[Sareen]

Her ears perked up to the sound of a gun being fired, she looked over to Tezz to find out it wasnt him and she doubted it was the others seeming they where still in the safe room, well that she knew of anyway. She Ran back over to Tezz,  "I Hear gunshots. Do you think that could be the one we heard whistle? or possibly another survivor?" she looked around, her ears where still perked and her tail wagging slightly faster then normal, She was hoping it was another survivor. She then ran off to examine the are they where still in, to see if she could find anyway that sounded as if it was getting closer to the firing gun, she had her flash light on so the other where able to see her if need be, she also had her gun raised encase any infected where hiding around the pillars or hiding in the dark

[Somebody]

Tezztor followed Syra in earnest. "Careful we won't do them any good if we get killed" he said as he peered around in the dark. He followed her to a stairs leading downward and put his back to the wall and followed it to the end. He peered around the corner, down a pair of escalators was a set of booths. His eyes widened as he saw somebody rushing up one of them towards them. "Hey Syra, there is actually somebody alive down here get ready to cover their backs" he said as he leaned around the corner and fired of shots at the persuing zombies. "Cmon we are right here!" he yelled to the survivor as he picked off a few more. He felt a burst of hope as the though of more survivors ran through his head. Maybe they could survive, maybe they could do this.

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

Ben sat down on the operating table at Mercy, he had tapped a few lancets to the back of his flashlight with duct tape. He was nearly blind in the dark, but he could see good enough to make his way around the Hospital he had worked at for almost six years. He put on a surgeons mask and some rubber gloves to keep the possibly diseased patients, now turned into monsters, from spreading the infection to him. He looked out the window of the O.R., he could see there were no active beings in the hallway. He slowly unlocked and opened the door, creeping out and locking the door behind him with a key that was hanging off from a thin chain around his neck. He turned the flashlight on, he closed his eyes and slowly opened them to prevent temporary blindness. He looked around, not seeing anybody around he made his way downstairs to find a dead man, who apparently was trying to get to the roof, with a pistol. He took the gun and proceeded to make a barricade around the front desk.

[Terry_Lane]

As he got up quickly and scrambled for the escalator, he heard gunshots ringing out from behind him. He turned round and saw a green (Green?) wolf and a raptor covering his back with suppressive fire from the top of the stairs that led to the safe house. He skidded to a halt on the grubby tile floor and turned around, heading to the other survivors. Infected all around him turned to chase him and were cut down by the two survivors' combined fire. Scrambling up the steps, he turned and fired one last shot before collapsing on his butt, still holding his gun in one hand while bracing himself on the floor with the other. He reloaded his pistol and holstered it, before reloading his assault rifle as well.

[Sareen]

Was helping pick off the horde that followed the Arctic fox she then saw him pass her "Here Take This" She quickly took her med kit off of her back and throw it on the floor beside him "You Need This More Then I Do" she said with a welcoming smile, she the turned back and started to shoot the infect heading up still, sometimes having to whack a few as she reloaded her rifle or as they got to close for her to shoot them away from her, though she would gain a few claw marks from those which got to close to her