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Post by Zombies on May 2, 2012 21:33:21 GMT -5
The mass of undead moaned and groaned, the sounds emerging from their rotten lips attracting more of their breathren towards their prey. They could smell it, despite the cold, fresh air. The people were living and breathing, and standing right there, ready to be caught and eaten.
Some of them noticed the two fighting ones and went for the obvious. Another bunch, though, led by their primal instinct of hunt, followed the faint scent of another living being towards the building. Their primitive brains could not process that they had all but cornered their prey. They were almost there, now only having to circle their prey before they got to tear him apart.
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Post by [x] Finland on May 5, 2012 17:55:22 GMT -5
Tino, though still moving foward, started to notice that some of the zombies were trying to block him in- perkele! The undead bastards had a lot of nerve. He continued to move, but moved closer to the sword-wielding Swede, careful not to get cut off from him. That had been a close call, and there was no way in fuck he would last long on his own- of course he could shoot, he supposed, but he did not want to possibly attract even more of their undead bretheren.
He was going to have to figure out a way to do this. He would have to get through the doors, get in, and somehow find a way to get the medicine, and get the hell out as fast as possible. The longer he was in there, the higher the risk of being attacked... he especially couldn't risk falling then. No one would be able to get the medicine if they couldn't get to him.
Throwing himself at the door and maybe pushing something infront of it once he was safely inside seemed like a good plan to ward them off, but he wasn't sure if he would have the luxury of making a barricade. Plus, what if he was walking into a fucking hive of the digusting things? Suddenly blocking the door seemed like more of a risk than it should have been.
Running was probably his best option at this point. He would break open the door and then run, as fast as he could carry himself to get to the stacks, and then he would grab whatever he could. Then once his bag was full all they would have to do was make sure it got back, even if no other part of him did.
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Post by [x] Spain on May 5, 2012 19:47:35 GMT -5
In the midst of the chaotic dance of the battle, Spain failed to notice the amount of zombies going toward Finland. Fuck! He cursed, taking out his frustration on more of the undead. He had been too caught up in defending himself like a moron! He was at least bright enough though to not yell and get more of them towards where they were. He hoped that Sweden wouldn't be too angry at him later.
"Follow Finland inside!" He whispered, kicking him over to his wife. "I'll handle out here."
Once the two of them were safely together, Spain smoothly transitioned to his shotgun. He hated using the dammed thing, but it was far more effective at taking out large groups than his ax.
"Bring it on, undead cur!" Within the span of a few seconds, he had already taken out as many of the unholy bastards as he had in the past few minutes. Truly the gun was mightier than the blade.
The shots echoed throughout the street one after the other like a drum from warfare long ago. Twice as many fell as the gun continued to fire off its rounds, sending them in pairs to a much-awaited fate.
It might have attracted more than he wanted in return, but he could handle them. After all, zombies are monsters and animals at heart and are less dangerous than humans, who trick others into selling their souls.
At least he wouldn't have to worry about being killed underhandedly.
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Post by [x] Sweden on May 6, 2012 0:09:53 GMT -5
The zombies were circling, closing in, and it appeared some of them had noticed Finland. Shit. That wasn't good at all, but Finland had noticed and was coming back closer, where Sweden could keep him safe, and Spain was pushing him closer to Finland anyway, saying he could handle the zombies out here. That was debatable, Sweden thought, because there were a lot of zombies who had noticed them by now. But this wasn't exactly the best time to argue, so Sweden did all he could, putting himself between Finland and the lurching zombies, lopping off heads as efficiently as possible while continuing to move the two of them closer to the pharmacy door.
The loud shots of Spain's shotgun echoed through the streets - Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, that was not a good idea. Sure, it would take out the current assemblage of zombies much more quickly, but then there would be hordes more alerted to their position that would be swarming up shortly. They needed to get into the pharmacy and back out, and fast. And getting separated now was not an option; it would only weaken the team.
"Spain, c'mon. Should stick t'gether. Safer," he said, not really bothering to keep his voice down anymore, while slashing the head off one of the few remaining nearby zombies, "Quick. B'fore more come."
Hopefully inside the pharmacy would be clear of zombies - they might have to barricade themselves inside if the noise had attracted a lot of zombies to the area. They might be able to find a back exit somewhere that they could escape through, or maybe find a way to climb to the roof... Worst case scenario, Finn might be small enough to escape through an air duct. Placing a protective hand at the small of Finland's back, they approached the door to the pharmacy together.
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Post by [x] Spain on May 7, 2012 15:55:49 GMT -5
Spain kept his cool, even though he knew more would arrive. Damn it all to hell! He let his mind drift temporarily, nearly causing one to get too close, only to become close friends with a few of his bullets.
"Spain, c'mon. Should stick t'gether. Safer," Sweden didn't even bother to keep his voice down anymore, not since Spain attracted their attention. "Quick. B'fore more come."
He almost told them that he'd draw the zombies away, act as bait, but ignoring the Nordic nation's order was probably going to get him killed before the zombies did.
However, that gave him a genius idea. "Alright," he agreed, shooting a few more away. "Once we get in, I have an idea though that might just work."
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Post by [x] Finland on May 7, 2012 16:59:08 GMT -5
Finland allowed himself to lean into the Swedish man, still staying close to be safe. They were close, so damn close, and maybe if they could just make it inside, given inside was safe, they could avoid the masses that would stumble over upon hearing the shots. Maybe. Only if luck was with them.
Spain had an idea, he said. Thank god. Hopefully it beat his plan of making a run for it, that hadn't proved a wise idea. He kept a hand on his gun, just incase one came too close, but still hoped he wouldn't have to use it yet. Not yet. Not until they could get out.
They were closer now, so fucking close, and all he would have to do was get through the door.
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Post by [x] Sweden on May 8, 2012 2:41:35 GMT -5
Their path to the pharmacy door was clear, and Spain said he had a plan for inside - well, the first thing they had to do was get inside. Slipping his arm away from Tino, a touch regretfully, Sweden pushed the door open and stepped inside cautiously. The building was dark, save for the light filtering in through the windows, but he didn't see anything moving.
He hoped he was right. With the way the light was, he couldn't see all the way to the back of the room, and the idea that he might be bringing the team right into a death trap was gnawing at his stomach. They didn't have any other choices at the moment, and they needed to get themselves into a somewhat more defensible area than the open streets before more zombies showed up, attracted by the noise they had been making.
Spain's idea had better be good, he thought darkly.
"L'ks clear," he muttered back out to the other two, holding the door open and desperately hoping that he wasn't making a huge mistake.
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Post by [x] Finland on May 10, 2012 14:11:37 GMT -5
Finland held his breath as he stepped into the musty building, relieved to be free of the mob of undead that they had been struggling through. Still though he remained tense, nervous as to what may or may not have been lurking where he couldn't see.
He was curious to know about Spain's idea, but he knew there wouldn't be much time. Spain did too, surely- hopefully whatever he had planned would fit within the constraints of their situation.
Looking around the vast space he tried to locate which aisles he would need to go down- he prayed it would be near the front, close to where his lover and other teammate would be, but somehow he highly doubted that he would be that lucky- if his knowledge of drugstores was accurate, they didn't keep life-saving medication near the cashier with the candy bars.
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Post by [x] Spain on May 10, 2012 21:01:56 GMT -5
Watching how the zombies worked outside had definitly inspired Spain. He knew that the minute they heard some sort of loud, unusual noise, they went straight for it.
Perfect.
If he could just get them to follow him, he would be able to distract the zombies long enough to get Finland and Sweden some time.
"Don't kill me when I say this," he told them, the gears of trickery already turning. "But I'm going to distract them from the store."
Inwardly, he braced for their rejection of the idea.
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Post by [x] Sweden on May 14, 2012 12:44:11 GMT -5
Sweden stayed close to Finland, scanning the room carefully, his head turning to inspect anything in the shadowy corners of the room that might have been movement. Nothing so far. He'd stick close to Finland, to make sure nothing jumped out to attack the smaller man without warning; although the building had been quiet so far, they was no guarantee that it would stay that way.
The next problem was how the hell they were going to get out of here and back to the warehouse. The streets would be packed with the undead shortly, and, while hacking their way out through the clumped masses of bodies sounded like it would be a good workout, Sweden would much rather avoid such an occurrence.
Thus, Sweden actually gave a bit of thought to Spain's plan. No doubt, it had the potential to be absolutely stupid and suicidal, and part of him wondered if the other man had a death wish or something, but, as circumstances stood, they were running low on options, and he wouldn't dismiss his idea outright.
"How're y' plannin' t' get awa' from th'm? Aft'r y' distract 'em."
In his scans of the room, he started to look for supplies - anything that could be useful to Spain - in addition to checking for zombies. If he was going to be running around playing the decoy, the least they could do was send him out prepared.
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Post by [x] Spain on May 15, 2012 8:28:39 GMT -5
When the intimidating nation didn't flat out want to kill him for suggesting to use himself as a decoy, Spain relaxed, keeping his composure intact. "Easy!" A slight smile appeared as he went on to describe his genius plan. "I saw there was an entrance to the roof. So I'll head up there, jump over a few buildings in the opposite direction, and shoot a few blanks. The zombies aren't that smart; they'll go to any loud or unusual noise. Besides, I give off enough signs of life that they'll think they can get me. It's completely fool-proof!" Well, there was the slight problem of actually getting over to the other roofs, but he remembered a bit of that parkour thing that France taught him. "After you give a signal, I'll come back over and meet you."
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Post by [x] Finland on May 15, 2012 15:18:39 GMT -5
Finland thought. God dammit he never imagined that it would get to actually having to use a team-member like that. It sounded like something out of those trashy horror movies. He was about to object to the idea but Sweden beat him to it, asking the Spaniard to elaborate.
He listened- yes, the idea of letting his team mate risk himself was still morbid to the Finn, but Spain did have a good idea. It was be best that they had able to come up with on this mission so far, or at least the most coherent. Though his stomach still felt sick from the principle of it all, Finland swung his bag around and pulled out the blanks he had bought, listening to them clang in his palm and staring down at the shiny surface a moment before he met Spain's eyes and offered his hand with them.
"Here. It's not a whole lot, but hopefully they'll help."
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Post by [x] Sweden on May 16, 2012 16:19:55 GMT -5
Rooftops... That was an idea. It would be safe enough, since zombies weren't exactly the best at climbing, but actually getting from rooftop to rooftop would be a bit more problematic. The alleyways in this part of the city were narrow enough, so that seemed like it would be feasible, but dangerous - crossing any major streets, though, seemed like it would be next to impossible without some serious MacGyver-ing. They should be able to manage some rope or cable to help Spain across the narrower gaps between buildings, and, if they were lucky, something that could be used as a hook to help get the rope across.
Sweden squinted at the signs marking the aisles, trying to decipher the words, as Finland passed the blanks over to Spain.
"See 'f I c'n find rope, or someth'n'," he muttered, slipping down an aisle that looked promising, keeping his sword close to hand as a precaution, "Wait f'r a sec."
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Post by [x] Spain on May 20, 2012 10:34:59 GMT -5
((So sorry I'm late! ;A; I haven't had a lot of time on the computer lately, and my iTouch wouldn't let me post really long responses for some reason!))
With a calming smile, Spain took the extra blanks and secured them in his pocket, grateful for any kind of help. He double-checked the rest of his own blanks and even made sure to carry some extra ammo (in case he needed it for actual protection).
Sweden had grumbled something that Spain couldn't understand (as usual) but the translation had something to do with rope. He got that much. Rope would've been a wonderful ally to have if he needed something to repel across larger gaps when he was running from the zombies and it could also make a perfect makeshift whip (if it came to that). But rope in a typical pharmacy? That was one thing Spain doubted.
"Don't worry about the rope," He searched around for the stairs to the roof; which he finally found after a while. "I won't be going across huge gaps. That would just make it too hard to come back once they're distracted."
Deciding it was probably a good idea to tell them around how much time they would have once he got their attention, he went on. "I'll only be going down a few blocks. That should give the two of you plenty of time. And if you need more, radio me and I'll move down another block or so." Sticking as close together as possible was the best option at this point, and he really didn't want to be left alone when the could finally leave. But he had to make sure that he was far enough away that the zombies couldn't tell that Finland and Sweden were still the pharmacy.
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Post by [x] Finland on May 23, 2012 20:14:25 GMT -5
((As you can see you're fine, compared to myself : P))
"I'll be as quick as possible." Finland promised. "I just need to check for a certain ingredient on the back of the bottles but I know what I'm looking for, and once I find it I just need to take whatever has it."
It wasn't an elaborate plan, but it was all he was meant to do. Get the medicine, and get the fuck out of this god-forsaken place. Get back to England to help him with whatever was happening- he knew, but his mind wouldn't let him acknowledge it. It would all be fine. He looked over to see where Sweden was, and then looked back at Spain.
"Promise me that you'll be careful." He asked, softly. He didn't want to see one of his teammates lost.
((... This is shit. I don't know what else to do, I just didn't want to hold you guys down anymore : P))
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