Tнe Boмвѕ Cαмe Fαllιɴɢ Oɴe вy Oɴe... [RP]

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    Erith Hills
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    Ic: I heard a breaking noise behind me, realizing one of the walkers had broke into the shop coming at me. ``Oh god, Cia attack!`` I yelled, as Cia charged the walker, and I shot at it, taking a knife I found and stabbing at it, careful to avoid the rapidly biting and scratching Cia, and the walker's flailing, once it was dead, I broke the window opposite where I was watching the crowd, and jumped out followed by Cia, shooting at the ones just coming in, Cia behind me, barking defensively.
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    {[color=white]ic}: Sudden gun shots near by caught Arvel's attention and he spun around, facing towards the sound of the noise. "And that's my signal to move. I suggest the same for you two." Arvel said before taking off down the road, Buck running at his side.



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    Jason followed after the man, "Stop!" He called, pulling the Glock out of his pocket, simultaneously slipping the Mag-lite into its holster on his belt. He trained it on the man, although his ability to hit a moving target, while moving as well, wasn't very good.

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    {[color=white]ic}: Arvel heard another man yell to him and cursed under his breath. He sprinted a few more feet before diving behind an abandoned car, yanking Buck down at his side. He scooted back and pressed his back against the car's grill. The boy quickly pulled his gun out of it's holster. "Damn... I guess she wasn't alone." He cursed.



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    "Step out slowly, now!" Jason barked loudly, pulling off his gasmask and letting it hang over the front of his shirt by its carrying strap. "Slowly." He repeated menacingly, aiming the gun at the car with a fiery intensity. He saw that the other man had a dog, he doubted he could hit that thing if it came at him, so he withdrew the Mag-lite from its holster, holding it in his left hand, the gun in his right hand. In his mind he guessed that he could use the light as a barrier between the dogs teeth and his arm, or something to that effect.

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    Lore watched as the scene unfolded in front of her. She reached down and grabbed her knife. She felt slightly scared. She knew that the first male she had came across would think he was with her. But, she had no clue who he was. She stood and watched. At this point, Lore knew something. She didn't want a companion anymore as much as she did before. She wiped her knife off with the sleeve of her shirt carefully. She kept her knife in her hands, prepared for anything that could happen. She crossed her arms, leaving then low at her abdomen. At this point, she was reminded of her mother. Her mother didn't exactly stick with Lore's father and her. Lore's mother had panicked and joined in with a neighboring family, Then, a few days later, they had found out about her mother turning into a walker. After that Lore and her father stuck together, always on the move. Until, you know, he kicked the bucket. At her thoughts about the memories, she felt her eyes tear up, but she wiped her eyes.



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    {[color=white]ic}: "Put your gun away first!" Arvel yelled back, checking his magazine to make sure it was loaded and ready to go incase all hell broke loose. Buck crouched at his side, waiting for a command from his owner.



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    "How do I know you won't just shoot me? Put it down, now!" Jason called again, becoming more and more angry, he started to walk towards the car, slowly, his boots making a light crunching sound on the gravel.

    Arvel heard the man draw closer. He had two options here, 1) Fight the man or 2) Surrender. Even though he didn't want to take the chance of being robbed he decided to submit. "Alright! Alright." Arvel slowly stood up, showing Jason his handgun before slowly placing it on the ground. "There... Now you put yours away."

    With a grin of satisfaction, although it might have been hard to distinguish through his beard. Jason kicked the gun away, continuing to aim his gun in the man's face. "What else you got?" He asked, as he holstered the Mag-lite. He held the gun in both hands, his eyes darting between the man and the dog. "And keep that dog away from me, unless you want to spend the evening burying it."

    "Just the gun... That's it." Arvel grumbled, clearly not happy with the man. I'm such an idiot... He thought to himself. Buck growled at Jason, showing his teeth. "Down boy..." Arvel said quickly. If he lost his gun that was bad enough. He wasn't going to lose Buck too.

    Jason aimed down at the dog when it growled, distracted for a moment. He studied the animal, "try it, and I'll end up having dog jerky tonight." He growled menacingly, staring down the dog for a minute.

    "Buck won't cause you any trouble." Arvel promised. "Not unless I tell him too." Buck sat at Arvel's feet, growing quiet.

    "Better not." Jason whispered, mostly to himself. "So you don't have anything else? Waste of time." He grumbled, "Give me the dog then." He ordered, aiming the gun at the man's face. He could probably grab it, but at the moment Jason was being guided by adrenaline more than intelligence.

    "I can't. Buck won't listen to you. He only listens to me." Arvel glanced over at the people behind Jason, silently begging for them to help in some way. He possibly could overtake this man on his own, but outside help might give him a better chance of not getting shot.

    "He'll listen to me, if he want's to eat." Jason said simply. He reached for the dog's collar(?) or something to hold on to and tried to pull the dog towards him with his right hand, in his left was the gun. It was probably pretty obvious that he was right handed.

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    Lore looked at the two males and just watched. She knew what to do. She wanted to help the male who owned the dog. But, she knew that she would have to have a plan, but she didn't know what to do. Her knife wouldn't be useful. If only I had some sort of gun or something. She thought to herself. When she was about fourteen years old, her father had shown her how to shoot a bow, and when she was fifteen, she was taught how to shoot a gun. When she learned how to properly use a knife, she wasn't the best at using it. So now she felt like she couldn't help at all.
    Maybe just I have to wait for the right moment and move in. Lore thought, fidgeting on her feet.



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    Erith Hills
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    Ic: I hissed bitterly and ran off into the opposite direction, Cia following me. First get these walkers off my back, then scavenge more stores. Cia barked warningly, and I noticed a walker in front of me, stabbing it in time, avoiding his bite, and then shooting him quickly. My dad always thought the apocalypse would happen soon, so he trained me. I turned out strong, and Cia as well. However my father, weak and foolish, died in the very beginning, and I slayed him with no mercy. My mother, being horrified, tears streaming down her face, took a gun and shot herself. I as well killed her walker self with no mercy, cursing to myself and taking her gun.
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    {[color=white]ic}: Buck snarled and bit the man's hand, sinking his teeth in as deep as he could. Arvel saw his chance and slapped the gun out of the man's hand before kicking him in the stomach, forcing him to either drop to the ground or release Buck. Arvel reached to the back of his belt and pulled out a knife, watching the man as he planned his next attack.



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