Quilboar
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| 04 Jul 2014 06:11 PM |
--Sergeant Samantha Green, Daymoor Sheriff's Department
9:53 PM
You sitting down in your office, with reports blaring from the radio. It contains far too many exclaiming voices for you to be able to get much useful information from any of the reports.
The sheriff has left for the town hall with a small group of officers, intent on meeting up with the mayor. Therefore, Lieutenant Arvinson has been left in charge of the station. He's a man in his 60's-- a long-time member of the force. You see him walk over near the door and pull on a jacket. "Everyone," he says, motioning for them to turn down their radios.
"Staying here is completely useless. No idea where the boss went, but he's vanished. There's a lot of crap going on outside, and we're heading out to deal with it. Johnson will watch the station. C'mon everyone," he says, heading outside to the cruisers.
You have your Express Revolver in your desk, with 2 spare speedloaders. |
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mimalover
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| 04 Jul 2014 06:50 PM |
I stand up, still baffled by the strange radio reports. I don't know what it is, perhaps a gut feeling, but I suddenly felt as if something is about to go very wrong.
I gaze at my superior, who is leaving the building, and everyone else following behind. Hurried by this, I quickly open the cupboard and grab my sidearm, loading it in the process. I proceed to leave the office but stop right at the door. I turn around and return to the table. There is a picture in a nice frame on it. I grab it and bring it closer to my head. A women in her mid twenties stares back at me. Her brown hair is gathered in a nice ponytail. She is smiling to the camera. I took this picture, I recall. I don't want to leave the picture in the office so I remove the frame and quickly tuck it in my pocket. Then I turn around and head to the group outside. |
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Quilboar
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| 04 Jul 2014 07:32 PM |
All of the officers head outdoors, with the exception of Deputy Johnson, who sits on a chair outside with his shotgun and lantern, waving to everyone as they leave.
Everyone gets seated in their sheriff's cruisers and turns on their sirens. Deputy Simmers waves you over to his vehicle. The lieutenant announces that they will be splitting up; he then sends two cruisers off to the Daymoor Community Centre, and says the remaining three cruisers that they will follow him to deal with a disturbance at the edge of town. |
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mimalover
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| 05 Jul 2014 11:35 AM |
| I wave back at Simmers and start approaching the vehicle. Nice guy, I was always fond of him. He had already opened the doors for me so I just slide inside greeting him in the process. "Hey there", I say to him. |
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Quilboar
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| 05 Jul 2014 03:24 PM |
After you are seated, the doors are closed shut and he starts up the car. He begins following the lieutenant's leading cruiser after the two groups split up. It's mostly quiet outside. Or, you just can't hear anything else over the loud sirens.
The drive doesn't take long, as it is a small town. A fire engine and a few cars drive past along the way. As you near the site, you see someone run in front of the lieutenant's cruiser and cause him to slam on the breaks. However, this doesn't stop him from hitting the man, sending him flying back a ways. Simmers has barely enough time to swerve off course, onto the sidewalk. He stops the car before fumbling with his seatbelt and flinging open the door. He begins rushing over to the man who was hit. |
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| 05 Jul 2014 04:45 PM |
| Panic overwhelms me as the car stops in its track. The initial shock soon gives way to adrenaline as I rush out of the vehicle following Simmers to the spot where the man had just hit the ground. Did we just kill a man, I though. |
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| 05 Jul 2014 05:28 PM |
You see the lieutenant has already exited his car, and that Deputy Drewbit has placed his ear on the man's chest, checking for a heartbeat. A woman wearing a yellow, high-visibility jacket with "LOCAL EMERGENCY RESPONSE" patched on the back appears, calling the officers' attention to the road ahead of them. She then runs past them.
The road in front of you is illuminated by headlights. Out of the darkness stumble several coughing individuals. You can vaguely make out dark stains on their clothing. The lieutenant steps forward to wave them away from the crash, but he is grabbed by several of them and pulled to the ground. He begins to scream as Simmers cocĸs his revolver and curses.
"Back off! All of you, back the hell off!" he yells. He approaches the people with another deputy, weapons drawn. |
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| 05 Jul 2014 07:27 PM |
I gasp in panic while reaching for the gun. The lieutenant is being attacked by what seems to be a crazy mob. Who are they, what drove them to act this way, dozens of questions flash in my mind as I run towards the two men and the lieutenant who is still being held to the ground.
As I stop next to them, gun drawn, I get a good look at the mob. I can hardly describe it but there is something inhuman about them. Strangely, they didn't react to the two guns pointed at them nor the warnings screamed by the two deputies. I proceed to point my weapon at the closest attacker screaming in the process. "Step away or we will open fire!" I try to sound reassuring but my voice trembles. |
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| 05 Jul 2014 08:35 PM |
Blood squirts onto the other deputy, who wipes it off before looking at his hand briefly. "Oh god. You motherfu-" Simmers focuses with his revolver and discharges a bullet into on of their heads, before kicking another one of them over.
"Shoot 'em! Fookin' shoot 'em!" you hear someone yell. The deputy whom you don't recognize is grappling a nearby member of the mob, who coughs in his face repeatedly. He eventually breaks and hits the ground, as a few more people fall on top of him.
In the corner of your eye, you see Deputy Waverly opening the trunk of the lieutenant's cruiser, going for the semiautomatic carbine contained in the back. |
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mimalover
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| 06 Jul 2014 05:49 AM |
In a split second, I pull the trigger in a reflex reaction. I can feel the recoil as the bullet leaves the barrel traveling at around 230 meters per second. Time slows down as I experience tunnel vision while focusing on my target who is standing just a few meters away from me facing my direction. It was the same person that the deputy was grappling a few seconds ago before being pulled to the ground by the rest of them.
The man just stood there, his expression numb, looking rather indefinite. As if I hadn't just pulled a gun on him and fired a shoot going straight for his head. But will it hit? |
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| 06 Jul 2014 02:58 PM |
Time snaps back into place as the .38 bullet enters the person's forehead, and exits out the other side in a small spray of blood and brain matter. They slump over, dead as can be.
Some of the other deranged individuals stands up from the fallen deputy, and rushes towards you aggressively. A bullet shot by Simmers penetrates the side of his throat, causing him to stumble sideways and grip his neck, gasping. |
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| 06 Jul 2014 03:02 PM |
[whoops.]
*ONE of the other deranged individuals... |
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| 06 Jul 2014 03:38 PM |
It takes a few seconds before I realize what has just happened. Quite soon, it hits me. A striking realization. I have just killed a man. Indeed, I have pulled a gun on people before, but still it was a small town, I have never killed anybody. Until now...
I observe the body fall to the ground, morbidly resembling some kind of a doll. I snap out of it as another weapon fires off reverting my attention to the person dashing at me. As the bullet hits him, he stumbles. I take this extra time to take aim. Also, I glance at the Lieutenant and the Deputy on the ground. Are they alright? |
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| 06 Jul 2014 04:00 PM |
| [Well, randomly reading my posts from the good old original Overcast thread back in 2012.] |
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| 06 Jul 2014 10:26 PM |
The man that Simmers shot has already fallen onto his knees, gurgling and coughing blood while gripping his wound with both hands. Yet his expression doesn't seem very shocked, or terrified. He still focuses on you, almost angrily.
The deputy and the lieutenant have been picked away at by the people. Large chunks of flesh have been torn off their throats and their faces have been heavily scratched. You can't tell if they are still alive or not-- but if they are, they won't be for long.
Deputy Waverly brings the carbine up, and begins squeezing off rounds quickly. This, combined with the fire of several of the other officers' handguns, cuts down the majority of the people who have randomly attacked.
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| 06 Jul 2014 10:29 PM |
| [oh yeah, you evaded a tank in that one.] |
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| 07 Jul 2014 12:05 PM |
My God, they were probably dead. Their flesh has been torn off by these crazy people. Waverly starts mowing them down and most fall to the ground. The sight is rather horrible and it takes some time before I realize what I have to do.
The radio is attached to my belt and the speaker extends via the cable to the spot just bellow my left pocket. I grab it and press the speaker tightly to my lips pushing the speak button. The little light flashes in red. "10-0, this is Sergeant Green, be advised, two officers down!" I manage to say with a trembling vocie. |
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| 07 Jul 2014 12:09 PM |
| [I'm surprised that you still remember that. It was more than two years ago.] |
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| 07 Jul 2014 01:54 PM |
After reporting the casualties, you notice that there is man filming the scene with a camera, standing in the grass off at the side of the road. Waverly quickly points his rifle at him, before hesitating. He lowers his gun slightly.
"Piss off, get out of here!" he screams at the man, who slowly backs away. However, a figure crawls out of the ditch and pulls the cameraman's feet out from underneath him. You see an unknown officer quickly approach to offer assistance. You notice that this officer's uniform is that of the Provincial Police Force, not the local Sheriff's Department. He must have recently showed up. |
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| 07 Jul 2014 02:06 PM |
| "Out there, in the ditch." I yell out as I start approaching the downed cameraman. Something had just grabbed him. Perhaps it was one of the odd ones that have attacked us just recently. Speculations aside, I feel obligated to help this man. |
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| 07 Jul 2014 02:45 PM |
As you approach the struggling cameraman in the ditch, you see that there is a woman attacking him-- most likely a remnant from the violent crowd that was shot up moments ago.
The provincial cop puts his hand on her shoulder to pull her back from him, but he is suddenly pushed off of her by another seemingly crazed woman. "Gawd, get it off me! Crap!" he yells, trying to hold her back. |
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| 07 Jul 2014 03:54 PM |
| God damn it, not again, I think to myself after I take aim. I know that it is pretty much a useless effort, but again I try to reason with the people by shouting warnings. "Step away now!" I yell out ready to fire a shot again if anything suspicious were to happen. I keep aim at the person grabbing the officer, adrenaline still pumping through my body. Was I to kill again? |
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| 07 Jul 2014 04:12 PM |
| Neither of the crazed individuals even acknowledge your warning. The one grappling with the officer coughs a lot, and forces her face closer to him, as he has one hand on her throat. "Get 'er off!" he screams again. |
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| 07 Jul 2014 04:26 PM |
| No time for hesitation, I must act before both the officer and the cameraman die. I move to the side just slightly so I could get a better shot at the deranged person grappling the officer. |
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| 07 Jul 2014 07:49 PM |
You take aim with your express and open fire, smacking the woman in the shoulder. This causes her to roll off of the officer. He quickly makes his way onto his feet-- along with the woman-- despite the latter having a gunshot wound.
She attempts to swipe at him again, but he produces his pistol and shoots her through the gut before pushing her to the ground. |
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