Left 4 Dead - The Last Escape

[Krieg]

As the others conversed tactically among one another for the best course of plan, the bandaged and broken Swede had distanced himself away from others in pursue of his own methods. It was clear that the foreigner, outside of being physically altered, seemed like a much different person. Underneath that ripped skin and flesh, the Scandinavian had already suffered under the brutal collapse of an already fragile hub of civilization, his case but thousands upon thousands happening at once due the collapse of the frontlines. Wiping away the dust and sands flowing into his eyes freely, the mummified physician stood at the very entrance of the El Rancho Hotel.

He couldn't help but act on instinct, raising his revolver once more, cocking the trigger. Pointing it inside, Dave would hear the rattling of metal, the firearm pointed in the general direction of him. Whether or not the Swede was pointing his six-shooter at the boy or the Infected shamblers behind him would be a mystery, for in that very moment, something shook him to abruptly collapse on the floor...

PHEEEW!

Concrete and dust shot up from the earth, beyond the wall of debris upon the roof of a building at the end of this street block, an explosion of light suddenly erupted. The deafening bang of a high-caliber rifle echoed, the soundwaves of such of a fearsome weapon propelling outwards for miles, enough to attract more Infected from the surrounding area to the village. As the bullet collided against the ground, the burning piece of soaring metal shattered, a ricochet of it whizzing past Laura's left ear, missing it a solid few feet but surely causing a brief moment of ear pain.

"Mmfff! Mmmmf!!!" the Swede yelled in a murmur underneath his bandages, raising up his single-action Colt to shoot off two speedier Commoners trying to swarm Dave, their bodies flailing and recoiling back from the impact of the .357 rounds colliding against their chests. With the scope still glaring from far end of the street block, another shot echoed outwards, one with a keen ear able to hear the rustic, gut-wrenching, frightening pull of the rifle's bolt as it chambered in a new round. Luckily, this second shot missed entirely, the distant assailent either not a good shot or perhaps purposefully missing.

Either way, the hotel seemed like the only logic option at the moment, unless the Survivors were willing to go toe-to-toe with a presumably unskilled sniper.

@Atomyk @OrlandoBloomers @Indolent @Ringmaster @Josh M @Verite @Ivazel @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Kaykay @Jeremi @T.O.M. @C.T.​

 

[Jeremi]

As the others conversed tactically among one another for the best course of plan, the bandaged and broken Swede had distanced himself away from others in pursue of his own methods. It was clear that the foreigner, outside of being physically altered, seemed like a much different person. Underneath that ripped skin and flesh, the Scandinavian had already suffered under the brutal collapse of an already fragile hub of civilization, his case but thousands upon thousands happening at once due the collapse of the frontlines. Wiping away the dust and sands flowing into his eyes freely, the mummified physician stood at the very entrance of the El Rancho Hotel.

He couldn't help but act on instinct, raising his revolver once more, cocking the trigger. Pointing it inside, Dave would hear the rattling of metal, the firearm pointed in the general direction of him. Whether or not the Swede was pointing his six-shooter at the boy or the Infected shamblers behind him would be a mystery, for in that very moment, something shook him to abruptly collapse on the floor...

PHEEEW!

Concrete and dust shot up from the earth, beyond the wall of debris upon the roof of a building at the end of this street block, an explosion of light suddenly erupted. The deafening bang of a high-caliber rifle echoed, the soundwaves of such of a fearsome weapon propelling outwards for miles, enough to attract more Infected from the surrounding area to the village. As the bullet collided against the ground, the burning piece of soaring metal shattered, a ricochet of it whizzing past Laura's left ear, missing it a solid few feet but surely causing a brief moment of ear pain.

"Mmfff! Mmmmf!!!" the Swede yelled in a murmur underneath his bandages, raising up his single-action Colt to shoot off two speedier Commoners trying to swarm Dave, their bodies flailing and recoiling back from the impact of the .357 rounds colliding against their chests. With the scope still glaring from far end of the street block, another shot echoed outwards, one with a keen ear able to hear the rustic, gut-wrenching, frightening pull of the rifle's bolt as it chambered in a new round. Luckily, this second shot missed entirely, the distant assailent either not a good shot or perhaps purposefully missing.

Either way, the hotel seemed like the only logic option at the moment, unless the Survivors were willing to go toe-to-toe with a presumably unskilled sniper.

@Atomyk @OrlandoBloomers @Indolent @Ringmaster @Josh M @Verite @Ivazel @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Kaykay @Jeremi @T.O.M. @C.T.​

Here we once again saw the ludicrously of man. Even in an end of the world type setting you could always find someone targeting their own. "Into the hotel!" Armor King shouted over the screaming and gunfire as he unloaded a buck shot into a nearby common infectedas he made his way towards the entrance of the hotel.

@Atomyk @OrlandoBloomers @Indolent @Ringmaster @Josh M @Verite @Ivazel @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Kaykay @Krieg @T.O.M. @C.T.​

 

[Indolent]

Not quite the backup I had hoped for, but appreciated nevertheless. She thought, nodding at Shredder--
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Her confidence in this little scouting endeavor going satisfactory shot skyward, immensely reassured by having Logan by her side. "Pleased to have you here, d--dude." She winced internally at how forced and awkward that last moment swap sounded coming out. "Your distrust is wise. We might have need of smarts like that."
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"Agreed. In a perfect world, we would not require such things. But this world's changed, even more crazy than it used to be. And the people begin to follow suit."​

"Heh," the squat and burly Canadian uttered softly, brushing the underside of his chin as he spoke the following softly, "No need ta try 'n be so familiar, I understand if yer still a bit standoffish with a guy like me around; I know I would." Realizing that might very well have actually made it all the more awkward, if it even had already been, Logan swiftly moved for the burgeoning topic.

"Paranoia 'n distrust's justified if ya got yer reasons, if ya know what's goin' on. I know Shredder here, of him really, dealt with his kind years ago. It wasn't a kind, pleasant time I can tell ya that much. Maybe he's got his honor but I still ain't one to trust a man with a history like that."

Despite his own...

"Anyway, it's a sore and boring subject, with a long history. Don't think ya wanna hear it, yer probably more interested in seein' if it's true. I know I am. Let's move on--"

Her last comment there though? Kind of sparked his attitude in respect to the reality of it all, how he still struggled to come to terms with the fact try as much as he may the innocent, the meek, the weak, the young, would have to face hell on a regular basis. As much as he'd like to defend the kids of the group, they'd still have to quickly learn and come to grips with the new world they found themselves in. A morose sigh followed, Logan shaking his head.

"Yea... it's bullshit is what it is. But s'what we gotta deal with and if we're going to survive, we're goin' to have to take our lumps and dole em back. I'll do my best, help others where I can. That's all I can do now."
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As the others conversed tactically among one another for the best course of plan, the bandaged and broken Swede had distanced himself away from others in pursue of his own methods. It was clear that the foreigner, outside of being physically altered, seemed like a much different person. Underneath that ripped skin and flesh, the Scandinavian had already suffered under the brutal collapse of an already fragile hub of civilization, his case but thousands upon thousands happening at once due the collapse of the frontlines. Wiping away the dust and sands flowing into his eyes freely, the mummified physician stood at the very entrance of the El Rancho Hotel.

He couldn't help but act on instinct, raising his revolver once more, cocking the trigger. Pointing it inside, Dave would hear the rattling of metal, the firearm pointed in the general direction of him. Whether or not the Swede was pointing his six-shooter at the boy or the Infected shamblers behind him would be a mystery, for in that very moment, something shook him to abruptly collapse on the floor...

PHEEEW!

Concrete and dust shot up from the earth, beyond the wall of debris upon the roof of a building at the end of this street block, an explosion of light suddenly erupted. The deafening bang of a high-caliber rifle echoed, the soundwaves of such of a fearsome weapon propelling outwards for miles, enough to attract more Infected from the surrounding area to the village. As the bullet collided against the ground, the burning piece of soaring metal shattered, a ricochet of it whizzing past Laura's left ear, missing it a solid few feet but surely causing a brief moment of ear pain.

"Mmfff! Mmmmf!!!" the Swede yelled in a murmur underneath his bandages, raising up his single-action Colt to shoot off two speedier Commoners trying to swarm Dave, their bodies flailing and recoiling back from the impact of the .357 rounds colliding against their chests. With the scope still glaring from far end of the street block, another shot echoed outwards, one with a keen ear able to hear the rustic, gut-wrenching, frightening pull of the rifle's bolt as it chambered in a new round. Luckily, this second shot missed entirely, the distant assailent either not a good shot or perhaps purposefully missing.

Either way, the hotel seemed like the only logic option at the moment, unless the Survivors were willing to go toe-to-toe with a presumably unskilled sniper.​

"The hell's Invisible Man doin'?" Logan uttered, brows furrowing as he propped one side of a palm to his forehead, blocking out the glare of the sun. "He's gone on ahead without us, this ain't going to end well. Gonna get sketchy fast--"

Hate to say it but seems like the surly canuck was right on the money, his instincts revving in full gear with the natural incline of his bodily posture, lowering his profile. "Shit, take cover if ya can, stay low!" That came real close, too close. If Laura reacted at all, Logan's concern would be expressed in full. "Ya alright, darlin'? Stay behind me, we need ta get to the hotel now before the fella manages to squeeze another one out." With that, Logan would make for a hasty approach, situating himself in front of Laura as he maintained a broad awareness of the scene, noticing the glint of lens, the downed Swede, and more. Immediate number one priority was getting to their destination yesterday.

@C.T. @Krieg @Ringmaster @OrlandoBloomers @Schnee Corp Lawyer @OtherPeeps​

 

[Atomyk]

The pungent smell of rotting corpses and the equivalent of burning meat hit Dave like a freight train, almost sending the former jock sprawling flat on his ass from nausea alone. He let out a swear and hastily lifted his grey undershirt to cover the lower half of his face, grimacing once he found it barely masked the smell worth shit. He was already feeling light-headed as he stumbled into the establishment's lobby, wondering how long it would take him living in this new world to get used to the smell of death. Maybe he'd die before it happened, adding to the overwhelming death quota plaguing the world, so far gone now that he wouldn't even be considered just a statistic. No one around to even remember him. He'd just be dead, and then-- nothing.

But fuck that of course, Dave Karofsky wasn't dying. Not here in the middle of Shit Town, USA.

All at once, Dave could feel something was happening in every direction. Sounds outside indicated someone was lurking outside, probably a whole group by the sounds of it. He couldn't even position himself to get a good look, for the corpses littering the lobby he thought to be dead had decided to stop playing and start coming at him like a bunch of rabid dogs. Dave could have thrown up. "Fuck. Fuck!" he yelled, brandishing his hockey stick like it was a weapon of actual worth. He flailed the sports item with all his might and decked the closest infected across the face, Dave's thick arms tensing from overexertion. Blood splattered across the lobby floor, the metallic smell adding to the intense aroma, and Dave felt like laughing.

He then grunted heavily as he thrust the stick forward, hitting the next infected hard enough to send him flying backward and on to the floor. Though the infected didn't seem to have any sense of exhaustion or pain, the large majority of them were too emaciated to put their limitless potential to much actual use. Those inhabiting the hotel were no exception, allowing Dave to brush off their swarm as if they were little more than unruly animals. Still, despite his success, it seemed the horde had more numbers incoming from further in the building...

The sound of rattling metal eventually brought Dave's attention back to the lobby entrance, putting him face-to-face with a man wrapped in bandages standing just outside. The man had a revolver raised his way, and Dave could only stare at it inexplicably. He was about to dumbly yell "What?" to the man, but something fell to the ground just outside and sent a deafening noise all around. The distinct and recognizable sounds of gunfire followed soon after, indicating to Dave that the parking lot of the hotel might as well have turned into a fucking war zone in the few minutes he'd been inside.

Dave was left to stare numbly out into the parking lot, hands gripped around his hockey stick like it was his life raft in this sea of sudden insanity. He barely registered the bandaged man recover from the shock of the fallen debris, aiming back at him and firing in his direction. He flinched and raised his weapon as if was a shield against gunfire, but when he noticed the lack of bullets piercing his flesh, he looked around himself to find the bleeding corpses of two infected just behind him. He turned back to thank the bandaged man, but instead found a large man wearing a goddamn jaguar mask rushing into the building.

Dave felt his mouth go dry at the strange sight, backing up and holding up his hockey stick as if he meant to fight off the newcomers. "Who the fuck are you guys?" he exclaimed over the din of yelling and gunfire.

@Krieg @OrlandoBloomers @Indolent @Ringmaster @Josh M @Verite @Ivazel @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Kaykay @Jeremi @T.O.M. @C.T.​

 

[Jeremi]

The pungent smell of rotting corpses and the equivalent of burning meat hit Dave like a freight train, almost sending the former jock sprawling flat on his ass from nausea alone. He let out a swear and hastily lifted his grey undershirt to cover the lower half of his face, grimacing once he found it barely masked the smell worth shit. He was already feeling light-headed as he stumbled into the establishment's lobby, wondering how long it would take him living in this new world to get used to the smell of death. Maybe he'd die before it happened, adding to the overwhelming death quota plaguing the world, so far gone now that he wouldn't even be considered just a statistic. No one around to even remember him. He'd just be dead, and then-- nothing.

But fuck that of course, Dave Karofsky wasn't dying. Not here in the middle of Shit Town, USA.

All at once, Dave could feel something was happening in every direction. Sounds outside indicated someone was lurking outside, probably a whole group by the sounds of it. He couldn't even position himself to get a good look, for the corpses littering the lobby he thought to be dead had decided to stop playing and start coming at him like a bunch of rabid dogs. Dave could have thrown up. "Fuck. Fuck!" he yelled, brandishing his hockey stick like it was a weapon of actual worth. He flailed the sports item with all his might and decked the closest infected across the face, Dave's thick arms tensing from overexertion. Blood splattered across the lobby floor, the metallic smell adding to the intense aroma, and Dave felt like laughing.

He then grunted heavily as he thrust the stick forward, hitting the next infected hard enough to send him flying backward and on to the floor. Though the infected didn't seem to have any sense of exhaustion or pain, the large majority of them were too emaciated to put their limitless potential to much actual use. Those inhabiting the hotel were no exception, allowing Dave to brush off their swarm as if they were little more than unruly animals. Still, despite his success, it seemed the horde had more numbers incoming from further in the building...

The sound of rattling metal eventually brought Dave's attention back to the lobby entrance, putting him face-to-face with a man wrapped in bandages standing just outside. The man had a revolver raised his way, and Dave could only stare at it inexplicably. He was about to dumbly yell "What?" to the man, but something fell to the ground just outside and sent a deafening noise all around. The distinct and recognizable sounds of gunfire followed soon after, indicating to Dave that the parking lot of the hotel might as well have turned into a fucking war zone in the few minutes he'd been inside.

Dave was left to stare numbly out into the parking lot, hands gripped around his hockey stick like it was his life raft in this sea of sudden insanity. He barely registered the bandaged man recover from the shock of the fallen debris, aiming back at him and firing in his direction. He flinched and raised his weapon as if was a shield against gunfire, but when he noticed the lack of bullets piercing his flesh, he looked around himself to find the bleeding corpses of two infected just behind him. He turned back to thank the bandaged man, but instead found a large man wearing a goddamn jaguar mask rushing into the building.

Dave felt his mouth go dry at the strange sight, backing up and holding up his hockey stick as if he meant to fight off the newcomers. "Who the fuck are you guys?" he exclaimed over the din of yelling and gunfire.

@Krieg @OrlandoBloomers @Indolent @Ringmaster @Josh M @Verite @Ivazel @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Kaykay @Jeremi @T.O.M. @C.T.​

Another human with all his wits to him was one of the last things Armor King expected to see. His shotgun had instinctively been aimed towards the man in front of him, before lowering it.

"Friends." Came Armor King's gruff reply. "I hope you will say the same."

@Krieg @OrlandoBloomers @Indolent @Ringmaster @Josh M @Verite @Ivazel @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Kaykay @Atomyk @T.O.M. @C.T.