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Wesley Dawson, Downtown Philadelphia, 1143 hours
@ShayBear @Pyralithia
Downtown Philadelphia
Darkness. Lack of consciousness.
~Wesley~ ... Melissa's voice..his long past sister. Her voice still haunting him. But where was he.
~Wesley!~ He heard her speak once again only to slowly open his eyes to a dull but blinding light shining down on him.
~Wesley. You are finally awake....thank goodness.~ the voice said once more. Slowly taking in his surroundings. What had happened. He was with the scientists moments ago....hours ago. Maybe days ago. Time was senseless to the sniper at the moment. Slowly he sat up in the ruined rubble that would be his tomb if he let it and immediately he felt a pain in his side. "Glad to see you are still up and running MEL." Wesley groaned and checked the device on his wrist as he spoke to the AI he had been given. An AI based on his deceased sister, givin her personality and voice. The only tribute of her memory he had left. "Status and vitals..." He groaned as the small implants behind his retinas activated and gave him a small heads up display of sorts. Melissa or her true name MEL was the device that acted as a guide, a support of sorts. Multipurpose Electronic Locator. One benefit from being part of so many special units were the toys you got your hands on. He was given this specifically for his last assignment. To protect the VIP's and follow their instructions. Simple and clear. To the point as he liked.
~After that mess you got yourself into my power is only at 43%. You did not have a good position for me to charge well enough while you took your little nap~ the voice chuckled but still was filled with generated concern. ~As for your vitals. You have suffered a minor concussion, bruised ribs on your left side, a 9mm graze on your left leg and a small puncture wound that I cannot identify. Strange~ She said which concerned him greatly. "Where..."
~I do not know...I was not online when the activity took place. The wound is healed and as for checking for infection I already did that for you. The program for that still being a prototype mind you it has yet to fail me yet. I cannot give you an accurate reading...Welsey...~ She said sounding lost and defeated to which he shook his head. His throat was dry and felt raw from dehydration and blood. Slowly standing up from his position he found most of his belongings were still on him including his sidearm in which the clip was only half full. He remembered small they had encountered both a horde and a thuggish group of civilians not long before the events that came unfolded. Quickly Wesley began to dig through his bag. "Give me a reading of the area. Where am I and can you locate any of the VIPs" he said first grabbing one of his water bottles and chugging it and being greeted with pain in his side from his wounds. ~The last reading I have is four miles north of you before vitals of the individual dropped completely. There are no current transmitters from any of their previous locations...Welsey...they may be missing and lost some of their equipment but the higher probability is..~
"I know. The mission is a failure." he said pulling out the child made makeshift dog tags around his neck from his shirt before sighing and slowly bandaging the graze on his body. "Tell me where I am now and start to identify the location or last known area of Hanna and Kei Dawson." The soldier said feeling the soreness throughout his form as he pulled back on his own 1911 and looked down at the device as a small hologram appeared. ~You are currently in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Major city, Threat Level:Red. Last known population of over 2.2 million. Estimating infected population to be at 50% of that big brother. No immediate horde in your area. Expect stragglers and small groups nearby. Last known location of Hanna and Kei Dawson to be over 710 miles southwest of your position. Bit of a hike don't you think?~ she spoke. While it was her voice it was only an imitation and otherwise just a machine with a mask that helped him keep some form of familiarity. "I may be in a major city surrounded by these things but there will at least be a working vehicle nearby." Wesley said as he slowly began to walk down the blood stained cracked street ahead of him. While he was in ways extremely lucky. A few things troubled him. One was the reading on MEL was unable to determine if he was infected or had received any wound outside of debris or in this case a gunshot but the inevitable thought in the back of his mind.
As he moved quietly he immediately moved behind a corner of a building matching the dull rubble around him. Major towns always were the ones that went to shit first in any kind of panic. A small group ahead of him were on their hands and knees digging into some poor helpless corpse. From how badly it was torn apart it was impossible to tell if it was a human or animal they were feasting on. Slowly assessing the situation he looked around to see if their were any others around in the immediate vicinity. At least it was somewhat into the day where MEL could at the very least charge to some degree. Holstering his weapon he unsheathed his combat knife and slowly moved along the line of ruined vehicles littering the road. Moving slowly and thoroughly checking each car while keeping his distance in case one Z was close enough to trigger and alarms. Things could definitely get messy and he had a son to find and protect. A wife to shelter from harm. He was a free man. He only had to find them.
"Mel...I want you to put the resources you have from all other functions and put out a frequency throughout the Eastern states to any survivors out there. Im not looking for a group to settle with but maybe finding at least someone out there to help me..." He said briefly thinking about his old friend and the best man to his wedding. A man he trusted and served alongside on many occasions. Velkan...a bit obnoxious at times but a man he could trust to have his back and respect his own command. Looking around currently....he expected the worst but had to keep focused.~Alright understood. Good luck Wesley. All my resources will focus on that task and charging while the sun is still up.~ She said as his device only kept a small hologram of the immediate terrain around him and a wavelength of his broadcasted signal along the upper right of his vision.
Having past the small feasting party he found a large parking garage within his reach. Only problem was it was a very closed off space. Only direction was to go up or jump out the side. Once he would take his first steps there was little choice but to go forward. Holding his knife in his freehand and drawing his pistol in his right hand while slowly spinning on the silencer in his pack he made his way forward. A few z's cluttered the space as he walked soundlessly towards them. Immediately a few turned his way and he kept his pace as they came one at a time only for their heads to roll down along the floor without a skip in his pulse or a hesitant moment in his movements. Like Kris. War had done much to Wesley and this was just that..another horrific war.
Hours later Wesley was at last on the road and out of Philly on the set of wheels he had acquired in that garage. The motorcycle was half full on gas and the quickest option he had without the fear of having to search its contents before hand. Walking alongside his new ride to conserve fuel as he saw a small town appear ahead of him. MEL suddenly chiming in as he stopped and pulled out the scope he had found laying about on his way out of the old home of Cheesesteaks. Using the scope as a makeshift binocular as he looked towards the town. ~Still broadcasting big bro but I wanted to tell you satellite imaging details some abnormal activity in this area. Expect both Z's and survivors to be present and proceed with caution. Threat Level: Yellow~
"Understood." He needed to find someplace to stay before it got dark and he had already moved down into Virginia at least so the progress of his trip was already making headway. "Let's just hope someone is feeling hospitable today..." Wesley sighed before slowly continuing to walk into the town alongside his motorcycle which after using the tank he found was just at three quarters left. But just as he had begun, MEL chimed back in once more. ~Wesley! Good news!~ "MEL...you need to be doing as I-" ~Velkan's signal just got picked up! His vitals are also up and running. He's alive!~ She said in pure excitement with a dash of girlish giddiness. She always did hold a soft spot for him, plenty of women did it seemed. Regardless Wesley blinked in amazement having already dashed any and all hopes of anyone having survived the attack. The events of which were still fuzzy in his mind. He remembered the scientist coming to him as things went from worse to hellish and then everything went dark. It was a miracle he had survived being left out in the open like this. "Lead the way..." Wesley said with a growing mix of emotions. Maybe he would not have to get through all of this hell alone afterall.
"Vel?..." he called slowly nearing the position. Seeming to near an old general store that was a bit more on the backroads and not quite as much in the more densely populated sectors. "Trinket!" again he called in a hushed whisper as he slowly approached. Setting the bike a small distance away and holding his pistol in the low ready position as he focused on the small building. Quickly nearing the wall with silent footsteps as he could hear heavy movements in the back of the building as he slowly pushed inside the broken doorway. "I swear....if this giant is playing games..." he whispered to himself before turning the corner into the supply room of the store.
Your Options
A.) Be apart of the Georgia Haven Group (A GM post for that will be posted by Shay soon)
B.) Be between Virginia and Georgia where you will catch up with Wesley and Vel
C.) Be Elsewhere on your own mission or adventure making your way to the others or your own goals. I am here to help with ideas and soon will post Alpha side of things as well as any terrible circumstances any of you run into ;)
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