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Post by America on Aug 31, 2013 18:56:20 GMT -5
"Aw, man, Austria, you got no faith in me," America said with a huff, though he slapped the elder nation on the back to let him know he was teasing. "I'm a strong feller, and I can take a few weeks without my big steaks!" He'd just have to make a steak night once they did get meat back. Well, a steak night just for him.
America was the first to step outside, quickly and with a wide grin. He was clearly excited for such a mission, but he knew how serious he would have to take it; no more mishaps. He actually needed to listen to England this time around. "We are taking the motorbikes, yeah?" he asked, glancing around to make sure there weren't any nearby zombies.
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Post by England on Sept 3, 2013 17:21:51 GMT -5
"Of course we're taking the motorcycles, America," England sighed, strapping on his goggles against his forehead. "Unless you'd like to run instead, in which case, don't let me hold you back." He went to the covered area where they stored the motorcycles and kicked the leg off of the first one he saw. "I can't guarantee you'll be back in time for dinner, though."
--TIMESKIP--
((wow lame. someone please fast-forward to when they actually get there :U))
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Post by Austria on Sept 4, 2013 4:28:52 GMT -5
((Sure can do, Iggy! Using 'there' in the most generic form, please fill in the details appropriately))
Austria followed them out, locking the door behind him.
--Timeskip--
It was a reasonably long period of time - he had lost count after the first twenty minutes - that they were on the motorbikes for. Now, however, they were looking for somewhere to leave them. The bikes needed to be somewhere easy to find them later, but not so easy to find that the zombies would trip over them. That tended to break things.
The area they were in was reassuringly deserted. There was, however, much danger in being lulled into security; just because you couldn't see your enemy did not mean they were not there.
Austria kicked the stand down on the bike, before taking off and cleaning his glasses. Once they were free of smears and small, dead bugs, he looked at the other two nations - specifically England - awaiting further instruction.
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Post by America on Sept 4, 2013 11:04:46 GMT -5
He had always liked riding motorbikes. However, there came a point in time where he just got bored of it, and wanted to stop. When they finally did, he let out a loud sigh, tearing the goggles off his forehead. Thank god he could stop now and maybe get onto the fun stuff. He wasn't wishing for zombies (he actually wanted to stay far away from zombies, if his last encounter was anything to go by), but perhaps their exploring would yield some interesting and helpful results.
"What now?" he asked, breaking the silence.
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Post by England on Sept 4, 2013 19:01:07 GMT -5
"Well, we're going to scout the area and raid the useful supplies we can find. We haven't been here in this small town yet, and the number of inhabitants was really low, so chances are that there are a lot of supplies left. As morbid as it sounds, this town was very recluse, so all its inhabitants probably died quickly, before being able to stockpile from nearby stores." England spoke in a low voice, removing his goggles and hanging them on the handle of his bike. He kicked the stand and then pulled out the map from his backpack. "We'll divide the town into three and each take our portion. Eliminate any zombies you find. There is logically nothing but the former townspeople around here, but let's not take any chances. Always consider that there are many more. Do not engage more than two at once. One is ideal," he reminded them, and then began tracing on the map.
"America, you'll have the middle part of the town. If you look, the commerce area is mainly based around this one street, so just handle the segment here. Your segment has the grocery store." He traced his finger across the map. "Austria, you're going to take the Southern part of town, the part that leads to the border." He traced Austria's segment. "Your segment contains the town clinic, but I've learned to be wary of those. If you think you can do it, try to enter from the upper floors and move downwards. I warn you that a lot of the townspeople are probably there, though. Be careful if you decide to go. If you don't, I won't hold it against you," he finished lamely, circling his own part. "I'm going to handle the Northern part of town, which includes a hunting supplies shop and a garage, from both of which we can find weapons and essential tools."
"Of course, at any given time, feel free to contact the others and sound the alarm if anything goes wrong. Sounding the alarm without adding any explanation by radio is a sign that you are in trouble and need assistance. Otherwise, please brief why the alarm was sounded and what necessary steps are to be taken." England adjusted the earpiece and turned on his radio. "Check your weapons before you leave. Silence and swiftness is key. If there are no questions, we will set out."
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Post by Austria on Sept 5, 2013 10:42:58 GMT -5
Austria nodded at appropriate points as he listened, taking in the information. He resolved to see what the area was like before making a decision on clinic - it would rather depend on the over-all zombie density, as well as how many exits the building had. One zombie was not, in his mind, ideal; no zombies was, however unlikely the situation may be.
He checked over his weaponry - the rifle would be rather loud, but could, in theory, be used for clubbing if necessary. More useful were the se of knives on it belt, although using them still made the nation feel slightly sick. Such was the nature of the days.
"Is there anything in particular we are short of?" Austria did not often check the supplies lists away from the labs but, even if he stayed out of the clinic, then he wanted a list of things to check for. Missions without lists always seemed rather pointless. It was just asking for trouble.
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Post by America on Sept 6, 2013 23:52:29 GMT -5
After kicking the stand on his motorbike, America moved beside England to gaze at the map and memorize his positions. The grocery store wasn't a bad one, since they were always in need of more food. He just wished they could have stockpiled before the meats and vegetables went bad. He'd have to focus on canned goods now, and even those might have been taken, if the inhabitants were smart enough to try and last the zombies out. He adjusted his backpack and nodded, listening as England spoke, and once he was finished, began to check his weapons.
"Everything." America was quick to answer Austria, and he gave a smirk. "Seriously. Anything and everything. Fit as much as you can in your backpack and we'll be good!" That was America's plan, anyway. He wasn't going to be picky while looking for resources. If they could use it, he would take it. England might have a different reason, so he turned away and continued to inspect his weapons.
Once he deemed them ready, he switched on his radio, grinned, and saluted. "Ready for departure, Mr. England!"
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Post by Austria on Sept 7, 2013 6:08:37 GMT -5
Austria looked at America for a few moments, eyes narrowed, "Yes, America," he frowned as he spoke, "I know that, but if it is a choice between two items, it is possible that one is needed more than the other." The time to rationalise which items he was taking was a luxury he was hoping he had; if not, then it meant zombies were around - the more likely, but less favourable option.
He did, however, not repeat his query as he looked down at the map. It looked rather like a bunch of random markings, although he took out a pen and copied a more basic map onto his arm. The practice of writing on oneself was distasteful, but he was less likely to loose the map that way; i he lost his arm, he likely had larger things to worry about than where buildings were. He marked the clinic with a star, before pulling his sleeve back down.
"If there's nothing else, then I am ready," he glanced America.
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Post by England on Sept 7, 2013 17:03:15 GMT -5
"Concentrate on supplements, which America, you might find in the store as well. Supplements, antibiotics, and disinfectant. Bandages are important, too, but we can improvise if we run out of those. Like America said, grab everything, but prioritize medicine over supplies." He looked at them both for any signs of confusion and nodded when he found none. "Then it's settled." England nodded and folded the map, returning it to his backpack. "If you have no more questions, we should set out. Be in constant communication. We will meet back here in an hour and from there, we will decide what to do. We might have to move deeper into town, but for that, we'll have to drive around it, park our motorcycles on the other end, and then tackle the deeper parts from the other side. It will be easier than to cross all of town to get back to our bikes. Still, it will take longer." He then realized he was ranting. "Never mind that for now, though. Off we all go. Avoid unnecessary risks, and good luck."
Nodding at both of them, England turned around and began jogging lightly towards town. He reached the first townhouse in about three minutes and ducked against the side, moving to the back to avoid the street. He'd entered through the middle part of town, which was America's job, so he had to sneak through the back alleys and backyards to get to his segment, the Northern part of town. From there on, it would be easy to orientate himself since the garage and hunting supply store, along with a pet store and convenience store, were the only two important commercial buildings in the rather residential area.
((so who's gonna find our infamous humans? I was thinking of setting them up in the garage?))
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Post by America on Sept 9, 2013 8:45:36 GMT -5
"You'll know what you need when you see it," America shot back with a huff. He had just been trying to be helpful, so there was really no need for Austria to suddenly question him like that. He had never liked others questioning his orders, anyway; it made him seem like he was an incompetent leader. Ah, but he wasn't the leader here now, England was, and he had to let England make the tough decisions. Well, no one said he couldn't at least help, and that was all he had wanted to do.
Whatever the case, he nodded slightly and watched England leave before giving Austria a salute and heading off himself, gun already up and ready and eyes alert. He didn't want to run into any zombies. He just wanted to get what he needed and get right out of there. Like England said, though, the town was small, and if there were any zombies, they would probably be in the medical buildings. America was content on letting Austria deal with them.
It took him a bit to arrive at the store, and when he did, he sighed. The windows were completely broken in, signs of life after the infection had spread. America wondered how long it took for them to fall prey to the undead. Maybe they put up a good fight. Maybe they waited death in fear, knowing that any struggle would just prolong the inevitable. As he stepped through the broken door, he instantly felt bad for the human who were left behind. They didn't stand a ghost of a chance against zombies. They would have been dead within a week.
((i say you, iggy, and then you contact the others?))
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Post by Austria on Sept 9, 2013 11:26:28 GMT -5
Austria rolled his eyes at America, waiting for a few moments before making his way towards his part of the town. Once he was there, he glanced around. He decided to leave the homes with shut doors for a while, instead choosing one with the door hanging off the hinges - the windows were open, which made for an easier escape if need be. It was signs of life after the end, but Austria hoped that did not mean after death. Living death was a curse in itself.
He felt slightly bad for whomever had lived in the house, although their fate was inevitable. He ignored it, keeping his ears peeled, as he glanced into each room. The kitchen was not too hard to find. Austria was surprised to find the cabinets open. Then again, when he touched them, it became apparent that the hinges had been forced too far, and jammed it such. Without looking at what was in them, he collected up the various tins, and placed the family's first aid box on top. It was unlikely to contain much, but could contain something. The other rooms he checked less thoroughly - he added some toiletries from the bathroom, but nothing else seemed very useful - a lot of food was rotten.
Finished with the one house, and slightly worried but pleased by the lack of zombie activity there, he exited it and made his way in the direction of the clinic, stopping at other houses every now and again - he'd look and see how safe it was, at least.
((I agree with America!))
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Post by England on Sept 10, 2013 17:55:56 GMT -5
England ducked behind a tall, overgrown bush as a zombie ambled down the street, and then sprinted for the nearest car. He ducked against the car as well and re-surveyed his surroundings before darting across the street, and into the set of hedges in front of the next house. The lawn of the house was overgrown as well, untrimmed and thick. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the little swing set on the side, and noted that there seemed to be small children in this household. Thick and tall grass could very well be hiding a crawling child, considering that the front door was open, and England did not want to risk it.
"Is anyone here?" he asked, careful not to be too loud, and ears out for any noise around him. He was pressed against the hedges, so he didn't have to fear a sneak attack, but he didn't want to attract a mob either.
As he'd guessed, a small groaning sound drew his attention, and he repeated his call, gripping his gun tighter. This time, there was rustling, and a few of the grass patches moved. Carefully advancing, England got ready to shoot the zombie from afar when it occurred to him that maybe it was a child, like he'd theorized. And indeed, when he got close enough to spot the crawling zombie that missed one lower leg, it was a child, a small girl in overalls and what must once have been really nice ginger hair in pigtails. England's eyes darkened, but he pulled out one trench pike, putting a foot on the girl's back to stop her crawling. Her skinny arms flailed as she tried to catch him, but England just knelt down and stabbed her through the soft tissue of her lower skull.
Before he could get up, though, something tugged at his ankle, and he whirled around, alert. Instead, all he found was a toddler, still wearing diapers and a small hat, wiggling on the ground. He didn't even have teeth yet.
England took a relatively long time to fight down the nausea, and an even longer time to finally bring himself to take the toddler out of his misery.
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Post by America on Sept 11, 2013 7:35:59 GMT -5
His knife was out already as he stepped through the broken windows and cautiously looked around the darkened store. He would rather use his gun, but that would most likely draw near more zombies than he really wanted to deal with at this point. So his hand gripped that knife tightly, eyes darting around the building as he walked forward. So far, so good. He couldn't spot any signs of zombies, so he supposed he was safe for the time being. Still, he was slow-moving, only stopping to grab what they would most likely need.
Most unfortunately, the majority of the canned food was gone. He stared at the rows of empty shelves, eyebrows furrowed together. So much for that. He had been looking forward to green beans at this point. Some beets were left, and some mysterious, hard-to-pronounce substance, which he also dumped in his bag without much hesitation. If they were going to be out of meat, they would need something to keep their energy up to par. Some of the noodles were still there, though he didn't know if they would be able to use them. Did noodles go bad?
With a shrug, he stuffed those in his bag, along with the few cans of Spam he found (thank God for that), and moved on.
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Post by Austria on Sept 11, 2013 9:45:37 GMT -5
The next house Austria entered was 'populated' by one member of the zombie population. He had nearly finished when he found her; the zombie appeared to have fallen downstairs, and had left a leg higher up. Austria gagged slightly at the sight of the ex-woman, approximately 70 before she 'died'/ He refused to feel regret as he stepped on her, adding pressure to prevent her catching him. Although the ex-woman fought, it was apparent that she had not been at the height of elderly fitness even before she was a zombie and lost her leg. He plunged a knife through the eye, wriggling it around in the hopes it would catch the 'living' area of the brain. It appeared to, as the zombie went slack. He withdrew the knife, wiping it on the zombie's nightie.
Deciding against remaining in the same house, Austria slipped out of the back door. In the garden he found some abandoned tools; rusty, but he'd keep them for a while at least - knives tended to get stuck in things, and he didn't like running out of them.
He winced as the garden gate squeaked, but to did not appear to alert anything. If it did, they were trapped inside. Feeling slightly more confident than usual, he made his way to the clinic-area, checking the building for exits and obvious signs of multiple zombies.
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Post by England on Sept 11, 2013 19:25:50 GMT -5
England moved around the house, into the backyard, where he surveyed the surrounding houses before proceeding. The parents of the children he'd put down were nowhere around, so he was wary, but chances were that they'd already ambled away. Zombies didn't tend to stick around much. In that sense, he was grateful, and found it easier to move through backyards of houses that zombies had probably left months ago.
When he reached the fence that separated one backyard from its neighbour's, he looked around for any immediate threats, and then jumped up onto the fence, rattling it lightly. When his footing was secure in one of the holes, he vaulted over it and landed in a crouch, hands tight on his gun just in case zombies heard him and came looking. Fortunately for him, none of those monsters poked their head out of the adjacent house to inspect the noise, and he proceeded through the yard in all safety.
His first target, the hunting store, was at the end of the residential street, on the corner of the main street, and next to a convenience store. England wondered if he could get in there as well, but decided that his main priority was the ammo for their guns. Then, he'd head over to the garage for fuel, and tools, if he could find some useful ones. They needed maintenance tools for their motorcycles, but also tools to fix up the warehouse in the parts where it had fallen apart.
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