| 09:01:53 16 October 2008
On forum: 01/22/2008
Lakota Part 3 - The US of A|
---One year ago---
They drove down the road in a black 1972 Valiant Charger, the man seemed to keep it in great condition. They drove down the road for a while, they nothing really happened except for their first sighting of mutants, several dogs running after a wolf like animal, they also saw their first anomalies, large fields of winds that pull you inwards and blow you up, they were worrying about ambushes and gas, the original owner didn't get the chance to fill up it seems.
“lets pull into a town” Dime said
“and get ambushed?” John asked
“we need to fill up, we can barely make half way” he replied
“fine, we will see how far we go and if we cant make it we stop” John said, he didn't like the idea.
They passed several towns, they quickly drove into one of them, they didnt remember the name of it, they quickly ran to the hospital and entered it, they searched the stores and stocked up on anti rad and bandages as well as several other drugs with exceptionally long latin names, they exited the place and found the gas station.
John filled up while Dime raided the place for food and supplies, they now had a trunk to store their excess bags. Dime emerged carrying some duffel bags.
“Food, Gum, Cigs, Drinks and of course some excess change” Dime said “also some oil and other supplies”
“where are all the people?” John asked
“what you mean?” Dime asked as he opened a bag of chips
“This entire town is deserted” John replied
“maybe they are all dead” Dime said
“then where are the bodies?” John asked
“ok so maybe they went to this airport of yours” Dime replied
“lets get going, this town gives me the creeps” John said as he got into the car.
They drove down the road until they saw them, a large mob of people walking towards them, they blocked the streets, what was worse was what they were saying, just random mumbling and moaning.
“my god they're zombies” John said horrified
“corporate or the literal kind?” Dime asked not paying attention
“no look” John said pointing ahead
“FUCK” Dime said “what do we do”
“um, know your way around town?” John asked
“no how should I know” Dime asked
“get your gun ready, were going through” John said, Scout began to whimper in the back.
He slammed on the gas and they drove straight through the mob of zombified citizens, they were exceptionally hard to run over, especially how many there were, he kept his Silver Pigeon partially out the window, occasionally pulling the trigger, he heard Dime firing out his. They drove straight through, the crowd dispersed by the end and they saw a half clothed man with an exceptionally large head staring at them, he immediately felt his brain burning.
“FUCK WHAT THE FUCK” Dime started to shout
John couldn't concentrate on what he was doing and before he knew it the car had plowed the man over and drove straight on, the pain slowly began to relieve itself.
He heard shouts from behind, had the man been the cause of the towns Zombieism? He didn't know, and if he was right that town would be really pissed at him for running them all over, and shooting at them, and robbing them, he assumed it was best not to drive back.
They were almost there he thought to himself, he could see a large plane on the horizon, just barely, they were almost out...
I'm back baby.
| 09:02:48 16 October 2008
On forum: 01/22/2008
Lakota Part 4 - Escape|
---One year ago---
They were almost there, they turned the corner and found a checkpoint, they must have been the Global Guard the Peace Keepers mentioned, they looked like National Guard with different colored uniforms, he figured they just changed that and there names. He drove to the checkpoint, they stared at him.
“what is your business here” said a Guardsmen
“the Peace Keepers sent us here” John said nervously
“they did?” said the Guardsman “Marvelous, just drive right in, the last plane is loading up.
They drove down towards the plane, it was a Boeing 747, just an average plane, they also noticed the cargo hold was being loaded with food, medical supplies and weapons. They unloaded their bags and approached another Guard.
“all your luggage is carry one, the cargo hold is reserved for the guard” he said
“ok” John said as the three of them boarded the plane.
It would have been a humerus scene, the plane was full of paranoid looking people, some of them were armed to the teeth, he thought he saw an old lady with a machine gun, they walked to the very back and set down all their bags, he sat with Scout's head on his lap, he looked at Dime.
“well, that went well” he said
“yeah, I thought we were goners in that town” Dime said
“yeah that beast was weird, it felt like my brain was burning” John said
“dealt with a controller I see” said one of the passengers, he was a cold looking man, he was wearing a soldiers uniform but didnt look the slightest bit like a soldier.
“is that what its called?” John asked
“yeah, fought a couple of them before” said the man
“whats with the outfit” John asked
“oh, found a dead soldier and figured his outfit was better suited than my clothes” he said “names Long Shot, called that cause I'm one hell of a sniper”
“I'm dime, cause thats the best I could steal, though I think I deserve a better name” Dime said as he pulled out a bundle of twenties.
“John by the way, don't have a nickname like yours.. yet I suppose” John said
“don't have one, well lets change that” Long Shot said “what are your strengths”
“I'm a fair shot I suppose” John said
“Fair? FAIR? You nearly took my arm off” said Dime “and then you patched me up and let me come with you after”
“you shot him... then bandaged him up and helped get him out to the safe zone” said Long Shot amazed “you must be one friendly son of a bitch”
“yeah, I might be deadly but I don't like leaving people to die” John said
“well then, you seem to like strangers who try to kill you despite that fact, you like people regardless of what they've done” said Long Shot “your a friendly guy so your name should be something about friendship”
“oh like I would go around named Friendship?” said John
“How about Lakota” said a voice
“and you are?” said Dime
“Names Bubbles” said a big black man who looked like the exact opposite of the man you would normally call bubbles, he was quite intimidating, he was wearing a dark trench coat you can barely notice the big bullet proof vest under, he had dark shades and a bald head, he stared right at them and continued “Lakota I said, Lakota was a tribe of native Americans, they as well as the Dakota and the Nakota and several other tribes formed the Sioux, the words Lakota, Dakota and Nakota all mean friends or some form of the word”
“well Mr Bubbles” said Long Shot, he looked like he was fighting off a laugh as he said that “thats a good name, better than friendship”
“Lakota” John said “I kinda like it”
“ok Lakota” said Dime “now when does this plane leave”
John, now Lakota, scratched Scout behind the ears as the plane began to take off... Lakota he thought, it suited him better than his real name for some reason, he looked out the window and saw the lights disappear below, he was almost there...
I'm back baby.
| 09:03:22 16 October 2008
On forum: 01/22/2008
Lakota Part 5 - Marooned|
---One year ago---
The trip was long, at least there were people to pass the time with, they made the trip feel a lot better and the food was great, they brought in whatever food they can find and just left it out like a buffet. Though no one ate the soup, the plane occasionally rocked making it hazardous to attempt.
“did they ever mention where we were going?” Lakota asked
“south?” said Dime
“yeah surprisingly they didn't tell us shit” Long Shot said looking out the window
“what do you see?” Lakota asked
“Ugh Florida” Long Shot replied “we're passing it though”
“hey whats with him” Dime asked laughing
There was a man sitting in front of Long Shot wearing a camouflaged poncho and.. a sombrero? Long Shot tapped him on the shoulder.
“hey buddy, you might want to take that off or a sniper would for you” he said
The man turned to him, he was a Mexican man with a slight mustache, he looked at him before saying.
“I'm trying to show my culture in this zone, theres few of my people left because they didn't have shelter when the blowout hit” the man said
“whats your name” Lakota asked, he still looked funny in his perspective
“Pistola” he replied
“what kind of name is that?” Long Shot asked
“its Spanish for pistol” Bubbles said not even looking at them
“why are you named that?” Dime asked
“because I am skilled with pistols” Pistola replied
“yeah right, I bet you would die in a firefight before it started” Long Shot laughed
Pistola got up and pulled out two pistols and span them in his hand, they span around and they followed it with their eyes until he stopped and pointed them at Long Shot and pulled the trigger.
Click Click Click
“HOLY SHIT” said Long Shot
“see who would last long now” he said as he sat down
“this sure is an odd group of passengers” John said, it seemed more like a scenario on a television show like family guy.
Lakota watched them bicker until he fell asleep, when he woke up the plane was flying through a thunder storm.
“where?” Lakota asked sleepily
“Cuba” said Bubbles
“we stop?” Lakota asked, the others were asleep.
“no, we are just south of it” he replied
“what is with your name anyways?” Lakota had to ask
“what do you mean?” he asked
“Bubbles... it just doesn't sound like the choice of name I would use to describe you” Lakota replied
“oh what because I'm black I'm limited to what I can be named” he replied angrily
“no no, its just that it doesn't really suit you” Lakota asked “how did you get that name?”
“it was yesterday” he said “we were walking down the road one day when the blowout hit, we didn't know what it was and we just stared up at it until I noticed something green and it kind of glowed, I walked over to it and followed it as it rolled into a sub way tunnel, I picked it up right when the worst of the storm hit”
“wow” Lakota said, that was one lucky situation
“yeah, I recognized it as one of those artifacts so I put it inside my shirt” he said “most stalkers have a belt or something for it but I had none so I put it under my shirt and that must have save my life, Bubbles has a way of removing radiation from the body”
“do you still have it?” Lakota asked, it was quite interesting
“keep it under my shirt for safe keeping” he said as he pulled it out, it was an odd shape, it was also a radioactive green and had a glow to it. “oh look we are hitting South America now”
“what” Lakota said looking out the window “well I'll be, how far south are they sending us?”
“no clue” Bubbles replied “so, what kind of hardware are you packing, it could come in handy later”
“A C7 rifle, Beretta Silver Pigeon and a Beretta Cheetah” Lakota replied
“what about him?” Bubbles asked pointing to Dime
“oh Dime he has a Bersa Thunder .380” Lakota said
“hmm, I have a EAA Witness” Bubbles said “and a Benelli M4, I hit a military base after the blowout, it was empty”
“yeah, we picked up most of our gear off dead Peace Keepers” Lakota said
“yeah, Long Shot over there is carrying a Tac 50, Canadian sniper rifle, most police stations have a couple” He said “and that Pistola guy, he has a pair of Mateba Auto revolvers”
“I see you know a lot about weapons, most people I know can tell me as much as what end to pick up” Lakota said
“you seem to know your guns too” Bubbles replied
“yeah.. just a little” Lakota said silently
“well we should be over Venezuela and going south east by know” said Bubbles checking a compass tied around his hand like a watch.
Lakota rested for an hour or so until the plane shaked, waking him up
“what?” he said sleepily
“GRAB ON TO SOMETHING” he heard someone shout, he opened his eyes.
Outside his windows he could see flak clouds like in the old movies, he quickly looked around and noticed seat belts, he quickly bucked up with his dog and held on for dear life.
He saw the others already wearing there seat belts holding onto their bags, he forgot about those, he moved his feet over them.
“whats happening?” he asked
“well, we are getting shot at, and we might be falling to our deaths” said Dime
The plane shook as he saw the wings get ripped apart by some flak shrapnel.
“now we are definitely going to fall to our deaths” Dime said nervously as the plane descended.
It was like a roller coaster ride, a roller coaster ride you knew you weren't going to survive in the end. The plane was falling almost straight down into the forest, Lakota noticed a plateau they seemed to be falling towards, he watched as they crashed into it and slid across the surface, they slide right towards the end until half the plane was over it.
“stay... absolutely still” Long Shot said carefully, right then someone up fronts gun slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a thunk, the plane tilted forward for what seemed to be forever as they stared down at a rain forest below.
“oh god” said Dime as they plunged forward down off the edge and into the tree line blow, they plan crashed and banged through the thick trees and the wings were completely ripped off, they crashed....
Lakota gained consciousness shortly after, he looked out the window and saw something terrible... they didn't even hit the ground, he looked at the others, they had noticed it too. He saw several of the people up front unbuckle their seat belts just as the branches holding the plane gave in, they fell down into the forest floor. There was another deafening crash and Lakota passed out...
I'm back baby.