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Posted by: Gruj
« on: April 25, 2010, 08:51:38 pm »Emotions began to overwhelm Dice as he stared into the lightly scarred face of the man he though to have died at Nastya's long ago for treason against a band of survivors,
"There is no way it can be you.. Zahf??"
Zahf nodded and smiled strong. "I told you bud, i cheat death allot"
Unable to say anything due to the overwhelming of emotions, all Dice could do was pull out another beer from his black winter coat and pass it to Zahf , as they both sat down on the bench and began to talk, catching up on whats happened since they last seen each other.
Over the past few hours Dice had been relieved to know that he was no longer alone in this world, that a body from his past life had lived into this life but yet there was one thing puzzling him that he had to ask.
"Any idea what happened to Aaron?" Dice suddenly asked out of the enjoyment of the beers and cigarettes.
"He traveled to the north east 3 weeks before we lost contact with him at Nastya's, he was the selected one out of the group to grab more Nerotonin-2 to cure one of the girls in the group that had became infected"
Zahf continued on.
"Of course he took way to long and we had to put her down, by the time we noticed he hadn't shown up we sent a small party out to find him"
Zahf's voice suddenly became quaky as he continued with the story.
"As we got to the Deluxe 123 apartments, we found his corpse hanging from a rope from the roof descending 3 floors, he was decapitated and we could see on his armor was a blood sign of the North East Renegade survivors."
A brief silence came as Dice landed his head into his palms in disgust.
"If i could i'd wipe out those sick ****, i lost too many people because of them."
They continued talking for a brief time, being distracted from the task at hand, Dice decided it was time to continue on his mission to find his possibly drunk russian comrade.
"I think ill tag along" Zahf mentioned "I'd like to meet all these friends you know in DUSK"
Zahf and Dice ventured off down the street, searching various liquor and grocery stores but no sign of the ruskie were found until they came upon a liquor warehouse deep within fairview, more than an hours walk from where they previously were.
corpses of charred zombies littered the streets, the smell of decaying flesh flooding their senses causing Zahf to regurgitate, Dice used to the smell only chuckled as they both proceeded through the doors of the enormous warehouse.
"Well he's here somewhere, guess we should spread out and sweep the warehouse, who knows if hobo is alone in here or if something happened to him"
Dice stated as he pulled the Desert fox from the holster attached to his leg and proceeding to a stack of crates to scan the floor ahead of him.
"I'll take point, get a look at the second level" Zahf exclaimed with some excitement as he readied his Mossberg 500 and proceeded to the center of the warehouse.
Still scanning the floor, seeing no signs of life or anything moving, he had fear for hobo's safety but let out a sigh of relief that there was nobody here.. maybe he was on the second floor since there were empty bottles littered across the floor to the staircase.
Slowly scanning the second floor from the main ground floor, Zahf had his shotgun at the ready slowly scanning for any sorts of movement, whether it be a zombie or human. "Got nothing so far"
Zahf whispered under his breath to himself, having a bad feeling he was being watched from somewhere, spinning around to scan the other side of the warehouse floor shining the flashlight to see for any shadows in the office above Dice.
"Ok lets get goi-" Dice said as he came out from behind cover noticing a sparkle from glass from the office window adjacent from him on the second floor.
"GET DOWN!!" Dice screamed and ducked behind the crates, only to hear the sound of a Rebellion shot echoing through the warehouse and a sickening thud that made his heart sink into his boots. The shot was nowhere near where he was. scared to look up, he pulled out a small mirror he broke off of a car he used to keep in handy for this situation, to see the Assailant had left, and Zahf lying on the ground in the reflection, lying in a pool of blood.
"There is no way it can be you.. Zahf??"
Zahf nodded and smiled strong. "I told you bud, i cheat death allot"
Unable to say anything due to the overwhelming of emotions, all Dice could do was pull out another beer from his black winter coat and pass it to Zahf , as they both sat down on the bench and began to talk, catching up on whats happened since they last seen each other.
Over the past few hours Dice had been relieved to know that he was no longer alone in this world, that a body from his past life had lived into this life but yet there was one thing puzzling him that he had to ask.
"Any idea what happened to Aaron?" Dice suddenly asked out of the enjoyment of the beers and cigarettes.
"He traveled to the north east 3 weeks before we lost contact with him at Nastya's, he was the selected one out of the group to grab more Nerotonin-2 to cure one of the girls in the group that had became infected"
Zahf continued on.
"Of course he took way to long and we had to put her down, by the time we noticed he hadn't shown up we sent a small party out to find him"
Zahf's voice suddenly became quaky as he continued with the story.
"As we got to the Deluxe 123 apartments, we found his corpse hanging from a rope from the roof descending 3 floors, he was decapitated and we could see on his armor was a blood sign of the North East Renegade survivors."
A brief silence came as Dice landed his head into his palms in disgust.
"If i could i'd wipe out those sick ****, i lost too many people because of them."
They continued talking for a brief time, being distracted from the task at hand, Dice decided it was time to continue on his mission to find his possibly drunk russian comrade.
"I think ill tag along" Zahf mentioned "I'd like to meet all these friends you know in DUSK"
Zahf and Dice ventured off down the street, searching various liquor and grocery stores but no sign of the ruskie were found until they came upon a liquor warehouse deep within fairview, more than an hours walk from where they previously were.
corpses of charred zombies littered the streets, the smell of decaying flesh flooding their senses causing Zahf to regurgitate, Dice used to the smell only chuckled as they both proceeded through the doors of the enormous warehouse.
"Well he's here somewhere, guess we should spread out and sweep the warehouse, who knows if hobo is alone in here or if something happened to him"
Dice stated as he pulled the Desert fox from the holster attached to his leg and proceeding to a stack of crates to scan the floor ahead of him.
"I'll take point, get a look at the second level" Zahf exclaimed with some excitement as he readied his Mossberg 500 and proceeded to the center of the warehouse.
Still scanning the floor, seeing no signs of life or anything moving, he had fear for hobo's safety but let out a sigh of relief that there was nobody here.. maybe he was on the second floor since there were empty bottles littered across the floor to the staircase.
Slowly scanning the second floor from the main ground floor, Zahf had his shotgun at the ready slowly scanning for any sorts of movement, whether it be a zombie or human. "Got nothing so far"
Zahf whispered under his breath to himself, having a bad feeling he was being watched from somewhere, spinning around to scan the other side of the warehouse floor shining the flashlight to see for any shadows in the office above Dice.
"Ok lets get goi-" Dice said as he came out from behind cover noticing a sparkle from glass from the office window adjacent from him on the second floor.
"GET DOWN!!" Dice screamed and ducked behind the crates, only to hear the sound of a Rebellion shot echoing through the warehouse and a sickening thud that made his heart sink into his boots. The shot was nowhere near where he was. scared to look up, he pulled out a small mirror he broke off of a car he used to keep in handy for this situation, to see the Assailant had left, and Zahf lying on the ground in the reflection, lying in a pool of blood.