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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2014 1:02:47 GMT
Cyrus walked towards the gate taking a chance to catch his breath before buzzing the station guards to open up. The entrance slowly opened as three guards stepped out and aimed at Cyrus before realizing it was him. "You know every now and then it would really help us if you just spoke on the intercom to give us a heads up" the middle guard said in a cocky voice. He gave the three guards a chilling stare and proceeded to walk in the station before getting blocked by one of the guards. "Friend of yours?" the middle guard had said and gave him a slight gesture to turn around as he had appeared to be followed by a yao guai. Cyrus continued inside the station until he saw them aim at the beast. He quickly stepped in front of the three men and scarred the yao guai away preventing the guards from killing the beast. "What the hell Cyrus we were just about to get in some target practice?!" "It presented no threat so I don't see what the point was in killing it now come on I've got to get debriefed by Griffin." The guards let out a large sigh before closing the gates and settling back in their seats. Cyrus headed back down the stairs anxious to reach Griffin. As Cyrus got down the stairs and walked through the long corridor, he was greeted by many of Arkham's citizens with genuine smiles and laughs. He smiled back as best as he possibly could and tried not to let his discoveries on the surface overcome him. Cyrus finally reached a room filled with many civilians all waiting in line and was rushed in by a young lady as she knew Griffin was waiting for his arrival. "Ah there he is! We were just talking about you please take a seat." A representative from 81 street or better known as the armory had set up a meeting with Griffin looking to finalize a deal that had been talked about for months. "I've heard much about you Cyrus I believe it was. I really wish we could stay and chat but I must be on my way oh and Griffin we will stay in touch." Griffin stood up to give him a quick handshake as he towered over the man. Griffin was always intimidating for many as he stood at an impressive 6 foot 5 and had an impressive physique. The man was completely stunned and took a few seconds before he could pull himself together and headed for the door. Griffin sat back down and gestured for Cyrus to sit as well. "So what did you find out?" Griffin said. Cyrus looked at the floor for some time before collecting his thoughts and looking back up at Griffin. "Where do I begin..."
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Post by SeizedChief on Nov 28, 2014 7:30:28 GMT
Johnny Vadala was running scared. Why? His group had run across a massive horde of those zombie like bastards. But that wasn't just why he was running. He was running because he could still hear his friends screams in his ears, the shouting and the gunfire as well. He knew they were all dead, he had seen their corpses,and taken wha he could from them. But he kept hearing the screaming as if he were still there. The ghouls had killed all but him, he was lucky and that's it. He regretted it all. Not being able to protect his now dead friends, being kicked out of the station, everything. Hell, he even regrets not being able to face his mistakes. And that's he ran, to run from his mistakes. From his failures. This happened a mere hour ago. And every single bit of it was catching up with him no matter how fast he ran. He finally collapsed onto his knees in the middle of some two lane road, his gun slipping out of his fingers. He screamed. It was almost inhuman, animal like. No doubt he had gotten something attention. You were suppose to be careful in the irradiated remains of New York City. But Johnny didn't care. His lungs were on fire after running so far so long. He reined his emotions and realized he fucked up. "Shit!" He yelled. He had probably gotten everything's attention from here to Times Square. He gathered up his weapon and jogged over to what remained of an apartment complex. No need to kick in a door when one didn't exist. All the windows were gone, the second flour was practically gone, and it looke like the walls were barely standing. Home sweet home. Johnny hid himself as best he could in maintenance room, then waited.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2015 7:46:04 GMT
"Listen how could Tommy and those religious nuts caravan be hit at the same time and please don't bring up that bull shit owl story again or I swear I will lose it." Cyrus quickly rose up out the chair and began to raise his voice "HOW COULD IT NOT?! A sniper could not have picked off an entire caravan group let alone two and there should have been at least one dead mutie laying around judging by the amount of firepower that both caravans were packing. That flying myth that you constantly deny has been showing up in more reports as time goes by. Sure it may just be slight glimpses but they were reported in by some of our best scouts! Whether you believe it or not this owl is starting to present itself as more of a threat and you should be taking it much more seriously." "I'll give it some more consideration" Griffin said in a sarcastic tone "Now do you have the information regarding the library?" Cyrus reached for his bag and pulled out a piece of paper and handed it over to Griffin. "Perfect now Cyrus, that man that was here was just finishing up a deal that we had under secrecy for quite some time. I am bringing it up now because it regards the information that you just handed me. On paper it's quite simple, we are given the task to gather up a decent amount of books from the library and take it to the armory. In return we receive arms, ammunition, etc. That truck that we were pouring resources into was made to carry this task out. If all goes well, our stations would thrive more than ever and we might just be able to gain a foothold above the sur-." "I'm just going to stop you right there because I already know where this is going, you're going to have Manny and his brothers managing the transportation of the books and who exactly did you think was going to be on suicide duty getting those books? Don't give me that bullshit that on paper this is easy because you and I both know that it would take a fucking miracle to just walk into the library but you're expecting me to gather books and move in and out of that place?" Griffin sighed before he began to talk "I knew I should have planned this out with you before I started the deal. Tell you what I really need to attend to the people outside so after I'm finished up here I'll call you back in." Griffin left the room without saying a word and sat down waiting as patiently as he could.
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Post by SeizedChief on Feb 23, 2015 2:56:29 GMT
Aidan was hold up in a building. He couldn't go anywhere. Well, not without being spotted. He was downtown, he didn't know where. He just knew it wasn't near the armory. A group of what he could only call bandits were walking down the street outside. Shouting and joking about some people they had killed. He didn't care to even try to go near them. They'd get themselves killed if they kept up being as loud as they were. He fine to just sit and wait for them to pass by. He was on third floor of what had once been a beautiful skyscraper. Well, it was still skyscraper. Just wasn't beautiful. Most buildings had somehow stayed upright. Even some smaller buildings remained standing. It was an odd thought. When Aidan thought about it he realized the very spot he sat in would last hundreds of years longer than he would. It made him realize how important it was to stay alive. He hadn't talked to anyone in months. It made him feel lonely. An odd feeling for someone who used to be cooped up with almost a hundred others for years. The two extremes. Loneliness and overpopulation. He realized the group of raiders had passed. He stood up and looked out at the ruined street below. The wasteland. He heard gunfire nearby and dropped to the ground. He heard multiple yells even more gunfire. It sounded like the raiders from before. He risked a look and peaked over the desk he had been using to hide behind. He saw five bandits. Panicking and yelling as one of their friends was torn apart by... Something. It looked like what one of the survivors he had met described called a deathclaw. It roared as it literally tore out the man's organs and threw the body a good ten meters with it's massive claws. The other bandits fired at it with everything they had. SMGs, pistols. One even had an assault rifle. They all did nothing. Only pissed it off more. He heard another roar and the bandits looked back the way they had come. Two more of the terrifying beasts had appeared. Aidan dropped back down to the floor. He use to be a soldier. He was suppose to be prepared for anything. He had seen ghouls rip a man apart. Hordes rip apart a small group. But these creatures brought to him a primal fear. He wanted to run and hide. It took every bit of his training to not run. To not draw attention to himself. To sit there, gripping his rifle as tight as he could. Shaking in fear. People thought the survivors in the wasteland feared nothing. No. They do fear the wasteland. Fear is what keeps them alive. As Aidan sat there, listening to the men outside have their bodies ripped apart by monsters, he realized fear was the only thing keeping anyone alive.
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