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Post by The Stranger on Aug 10, 2012 16:19:15 GMT -5
Natasha was overwhelmed with the smell of refuse, both commerical, and... personal. She shook her head free of the fog that filled it, and realized she was in a garbage dump. In all directions she saw refuse, except for up, where she saw a one hundred foot drop. A miracle she survived it. Had the trash not been permitted to stack up to such a ridiculous height she'd surely have broken her neck in the fall. She vowed to kill anyone who complained about people not recycling.
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Post by Flex on Aug 10, 2012 16:22:50 GMT -5
"Oh... you have got to, argh," Her head throbbed painfully. "You have got to be fucking... kidding... me!"
She rose slowly on unsure legs and looked around to see if either her bag or her top were nearby.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 10, 2012 16:23:37 GMT -5
Her top was gone, but her bag was still held in the raptor-like grip of her left hand.
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Post by Flex on Aug 10, 2012 16:27:34 GMT -5
"Well thank fucking gods," She swore, grabbing inside the bag too see if her gun was still within. If it was she took it out and strapped it to her belt, before looking up into the vast open space above her.
"And who's the joker, huh!?" She bellowed up.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 10, 2012 16:30:12 GMT -5
The screaming seemed to attract some attention. She saw sudden hooded head poke up from among the garbage, perhaps forty yards away. The person, if that's what it was, looked at her, and then raised to its full height, she guessed about six feet, and started coming towards her. it held a large metal object in its right hand.
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Post by Flex on Aug 10, 2012 16:34:06 GMT -5
Natasha dropped her bag, and took her gun from her holster aiming at the figure, gun in both hands.
"Stay right where you are or you're dead, fragger," She commanded.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 10, 2012 16:37:51 GMT -5
The man kept lumbering forward. Natasha noticed a second one had sprouted from just behind him, and another about five paces back.
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Post by Flex on Aug 10, 2012 16:40:51 GMT -5
"That's it," Natasha said, before firing two bullets straight at the man's head, before aiming at the second and placing a bullet in his skull as well.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 10, 2012 16:50:08 GMT -5
Natasha saw the first man go down, and she hit the second squarely, but he only spun like a top, and grabbed his face, although he remained standing.
"Stop! Don't Shoot!" Came a voice from behind a grown pack of the robed figures, "They can't hear you!"
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Post by Flex on Aug 10, 2012 16:51:56 GMT -5
"Then stop them from coming at me," Natasha called back, aiming at the closest figure and waiting for a reply.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 10, 2012 16:53:50 GMT -5
They continued their lumbering, As a small white man in a white shirt with a small red cross and khaki pants came sloshing forward through the mounds of trash, waving his hands, and tugging on the various men's sleeves.
"Please don't shoot!" He yelled again, as the hooded men came to a stop.
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Post by Flex on Aug 10, 2012 16:55:25 GMT -5
Natasha warily lowered her gun, keeping it in one hand while she picked up her bag.
"Three questions; who are you, what are they and where the hell am I?" She asked the small man.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 10, 2012 16:57:51 GMT -5
"You're in the Drop, They've the sickness, and I'm Thomas Beckworth. I'm on a mission here." He said. Natasha could tell he meant mission in the... religious, rather than tactical sense.
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Post by Flex on Aug 10, 2012 17:01:47 GMT -5
"What's the Drop?" Natasha asked, putting her gun back in her holster and fumbling in her bag for the only bra she owned, quickly putting it on. "And how do I get out of here?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 10, 2012 17:06:33 GMT -5
"The Drop is a community of individuals, who live in the trench which was created by the big one." He replied. "There is one of the ladder about five miles that way," he gestured. "It's a long way to go, and you don't look well."
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