Survival

[Tyyr]

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"And a few minutes ago you were yelling at me for not doing as I was told. Make up your mind." Mir sighs, the lack of information begining to annoy him. "Well if it wants us going west through the hab blocks wanna try east? Looks like businesses down there."

[Aaron]

Gaius
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Gaius hears a slight sound as he continues on, a soft, slow intake and releash of breath, coming from deeper in the plant growth.

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Gaius slowly draws his bayonet as he hears the sound and turns toward where he thinks it's coming from, hiding the hand it's in behind his back.

Maybe I can take it by surprise.

[Sionnach Glic]

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Seruatka froze momentarily as he heard the creature, and a jolt of fear went through him as he heard the thing sniffing around. It can smell me. He thought to himself. He didn't much fancy his chances against a beast that could rend doors apart in the confined confines of the staircase, and there was no telling if he could outrun it. He glanced at the door next to him, and a plan quickly fell into place in his mind.

Quickly, Seruatka slipped off his backpack and withdrew the roll of gauze from within. Next, he pulled one of the frag grenades he had found out of his pocket. Working as fast as he could, Ser tied one end of the gauze around the door's push-bar and the other around the pin of the grenade, laying it down on the other side of the staircase. Seruatka grabbed his pack, not bothering to close it, and began running as fast as he could downstairs, hoping the sacrafice of his gauze would kill or cripple the beast.

[Lighthawk]

Mir
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" That was different," Solaria said defensively. " And yes, I'd much rather not go anywhere such a thing wants us to." She hit the controls a bit hard, and the Sentinel took off with a jerk that dug the safety harness into Mir's flesh a bit.

Gaius
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Pushing a bit deeper into the artifical jungle, Gaius comes upon a make-shift camp site. A tent was pitched in the middle of a small clearing, with a ration cooker sitting just to the side. The breathing sounds were coming from within the tent, and they had the sound of sleep to them.

Seruatka
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Seruatka had just finished his trap when the thing came into view across the stairwell. The mutant was hideously disproportioned, his swollen upper body layered with buldging muscles, his arms twice the thickness of a normal man's legs. His head seemed to be sinking into the thick layers on his shoulders, and it seemed unlikely that he could turn his neck at all. His face was equally bloated, the muscles at his jaw protruding to give him a muzzled appreance.

Seeing Seruatka, the mutant gave a great bellow and rushed down the stairs. It hit the tripwire, and the small space of the stairwell was filled to bursting with sound and flame.

[Aaron]

Gaius
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Pushing a bit deeper into the artifical jungle, Gaius comes upon a make-shift camp site. A tent was pitched in the middle of a small clearing, with a ration cooker sitting just to the side. The breathing sounds were coming from within the tent, and they had the sound of sleep to them.

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Gaius tries to peer into the tent to check for weapons but can't see much but darkness. Creeping closer he crouches down at arms length from the door and slowly peels it back with the tip of his bayonet and gently nudges the occupants foot with it.

"Hey! Sleeping beauty, time to get up!" He hisses.

[Uzume]

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Lot reaches for the sword, pausing for a brief moment to admire its beautiful craftsmanship before adding it to her arsenal. She slithers back down the hall into the elevator, wondering what this nut job has in store for her next. Pushing the yellow button, feet shoulder length apart, she braces herself for the unknown to come.

[Lighthawk]

Gaius
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There is a loud and vile curse from within the tent as the occupant starts up in alarm, and a las bolt tears a neat hole in the fabric roof, causing a fresh round of cursing. " Who's there!" a deep voice demands from within.

Lot
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The elevator brings her to another short hall, rather much like the first. Only there is no sword hanging from the wall, but a man. His form is bound in heavy chains, more so than is needed just to secure him to the wall. Along his bare torso, scrawling symbols have been etched into his flesh, the wounds still weeping blood in places. His head comes up as the elevator doors open, his long bangs in his eyes. He smiles brightly, " Well hello there, can one have hope that one might be let loose?"

[Aaron]

Gaius
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There is a loud and vile curse from within the tent as the occupant starts up in alarm, and a las bolt tears a neat hole in the fabric roof, causing a fresh round of cursing. " Who's there!" a deep voice demands from within.

Gaius scrambles back behind a nearby tree, stowing his pigsticker and grabbing his shotgun.

"Someone who could have stabbed you in your sleep and took your kit but didn't! Now come on out before I melt that tent onto your head!"

[Lighthawk]

Gaius
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There is a rustling in the tent, and then the barrel of a lasgun pokes out. It tracks back and forth slowly, before finally the individual holding it steps out into the light. He's a tall man, with the look of someone who has lost a lot of weight in a short time. His hair is a mess, and he has not shaved for days. His eyes are wide and searching. " Where'd you go?" he demands, the faintest hint of a quiver to the words.

[Tsukiyumi]

Asyd
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Asyd finds some bottles of cooking oil, and fuel for a portable cooker. She also locates a good pan and matches.

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Asyd looked about for another exit, but saw nothing but more shelves and zombies. She put the cooking oil, fuel, and pan in her backpack, and put the matches in her pocket.

Sh*t, she thought, as she shambled toward another group of aisles. She made sure to keep an eye on the entrance as she approached the other side of the store.

[Aaron]

Gaius
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There is a rustling in the tent, and then the barrel of a lasgun pokes out. It tracks back and forth slowly, before finally the individual holding it steps out into the light. He's a tall man, with the look of someone who has lost a lot of weight in a short time. His hair is a mess, and he has not shaved for days. His eyes are wide and searching. " Where'd you go?" he demands, the faintest hint of a quiver to the words.

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Gaius takes a hand off the shotgun and puts it out far enough to clear the tree and waves it around.

"Here! How long you been here friend? Interested in a meal?"

[Lighthawk]

Asyd
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As she passes back by the site of her battle, Asyd finds nothing left of the creature but a smear on the floor, at which the zombies were clustered like dogs at a pond, licking up the bloody stew. She crosses the store, and finds herself near the produce.

Gaius
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The man jerks his gun around, but stops short of actually aimming it Gaius's way. " How long? Depends, do you mean in this hydro room, or here in general?" He slightly lowers his weapon. " Please, come out where I can see you."

[Aaron]

Gaius
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The man jerks his gun around, but stops short of actually aimming it Gaius's way. " How long? Depends, do you mean in this hydro room, or here in general?" He slightly lowers his weapon. " Please, come out where I can see you."

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Gaius sighs, "both" he answers. And then stands up behind the tree, reading his weapon he slides a hand to the trigger of the Exterminator cartridge. He calls to the man in the tent, "I'm stepping out." Gaius then stands out in plain view of the tent, careful to keep it within the flamer cartridges field of fire.

[Lighthawk]

Gaius
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" Two weeks maybe in total," the man answers, his eyes darting nervously. He clearly notices the exterminator, his gaze locking on it and his adams apple bobbing in a nervous swallow. " I found this place only yesterday." He lets his weapon droop to aim at the floor, though his grip is white knuckled on the handle. " You?"

[Aaron]

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Gaius shrugs, "I'm not sure, a few hours maybe. I blacked out a while thanks to some plants."

He wanders over and sits near the man's tent, dropping his pack and pulling out an orange that he offers to the man. "You have a name?"