(Last Updated – 05/30/2012)
(Originally Written: January 2012)
April 30th 2059 – 7:31PM
*Dria slowly slipped the Neural Interface Unit Headband off, looking around in the darkened room for a few moments before she managed to muster up some strength to get up from bed and over to her restroom. As she walked her core muscles seared with a pain that had been significantly dulled with the painkillers... a few minutes later she came back out, and finally took off the hospital gown to find a rather large bandage covering the stabwound, a red splotch making itself manifest on the outside of the two day old bandages... Dria carefully peeled off the old bandage as she followed the instructions her father left her to put a new one on the wound. A few minutes of doing so and a new bandage replaced where the old one had been... Dria sliped on a pair of Pajamas, synching the waist-chord up to fit her as she got back into bed... she clicked off the light again and is plunged into the low light of the darkened apartment... starring outwards into the room as she thought of the day's events.*
Dria(aloud, in a whisper, with a smile on her face: A weird, but good, day...
*Dria's eyes find their way closed and after some minutes she finds her self asleep. Things come into focus slowly as she finds herself in a chair... a fairly nondescript dark-gray room... someone is sitting across from her, their face tilted down and obscured by a black hood and cloak. She stares at the figure for a few moments before it tilts its head up slowly to reveal a skeletal face*
Death: Aedrianne... Falconi... How are you
Dria: It's Dria... and I'm doing good. Great actually...
Death: I 'would' say that I'm glad to hear that you're doing well, but that would be lying... how did you enjoy our rendezvous when you got mugged...
*Dria looks confused for a moment*
Death: Why... your near death experience of course.
*Dria takes the phrase in and begins chuckleing as Death continues to stare at her, not moving at all. Dria finishes chuckleing*
Dria: That's a clever one... think of it yourself?
Death(seriously, as if not finding it funny: No.
*Dria drops the smile*
Dria(her tone sobering up: Oh... well... why am I here then?
Death(thoughtfully: Oh... I though I'de check up on you... I mean the last time we met prior to the mugging incident was that one time you went rock climbing on your sixteenth birthday...
*Dria closes her eyes remembering the memory fondly... then opens them ,confused*
Dria: When was I in danger?
Death(nonchalantly: The entire time... a several hundred foot drop would have most certainly ended you.
*Dria nods slowly as if to under stand the implications of whats going on.*
Dria: 'kay... So what did you want to check up on me about anyways Reaper...
*Death sits there for a moment unmoving, the skeletal eye sockets still pointed in her general direction*
Death: Thomas Gregory... A good friend of yours no?
*Dria simply nods and remains silent... Death Cocks his head slightly as if to question why no response. Dria still remains silent for a few seconds then says-*
Dria: What about Thomas.
Death: He's your... 'partner'. You two are close. I see many thing relating to you two...
*Dria has a look of slight shock on her face. She leans in closer towards Death, Clearly interested*
Dria: 'What' do you see?
Death: Are you sure you want to know the possible future?
*Dria nods almost immediately after Death finishes asking the question*
Dria: It's only possibilities... Nothing's set in place so I don't see the harm.
Death: You Are correct about that assumption Aedrianne... I see infinite possibilities, but the more prominent ones that I see happening between you two is the relationship either going to the next level, and I must say you two would make a rather nice couple... But then there is the other extreme I see as well. Something happens, or tries to happen... it fails miserably and you two becoming awkward and distant from each other... talking maybe once... twice a year for the rest or your lives. Or you end up hating each others guts and never seeing each other again.
*Dria turns over the words in her head and looks at him with disappointment*
Dria: C'mon Death... there's gotta be more that those two cliche outcomes?
Death: I see all options but those are the two 'likely' scenarios. I don't choose what happens, only you and him can work it out...
*Dria nods slowly*
Dria: Got it... so anything else you wanna talk about?
Death: No... not 'talk' about... but there is something I'de like to see you 'react' to.
*Death gets up from his chair and walks out of the room though the wall... Dria fidgets around for a few minutes that seem to pass before hearing a gunshot a room over. A moment passes then another gunshot, muffled by the walls... She stands and listens against the wall to hear nothing. Another minute passes and she hears a third gunshot ring out. Death steps back into her room through the wall, holding a revolver.*
Dria: Should I ask?
Death: No... I was merely discussing some business with Mister Gregory...
*Dria becomes enraged when she understands the possible implication of Deaths previous sentence*
Dria(standing from her chair: What Did You Do To Him!
Death: I played a game with him... he lost because he failed to heed the rules.
Dria: WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!?
Death: My job.
*A look of anger is replaced by dread on Dria's Face as a gap opens in the wall for her to go into the room to her right... She peeks though the portal to see Thomas's unmoving body on the ground, a fresh hole in back of his head, the bullet entering his right eye. Dria rushes over to his body, Crouching down beside it*
Dria(pleading: Wake up...
*Dria puts her hand on his bloody cheek, looking into his single remaining eye*
Dria(Even more pleading Tone: Wake up!
*Dria snaps her fingers in front of his face several times, then begins to sob uncontrollably*
Dria(through the sobbing she yells: WAKE UP DAMN YOU!
*Dria grabs him by his shoulders and begins shaking him for a moment before giving up... her head hung.*
Dria(her voice now quiet, and weak: Wake up please... I can't lose you... Not again...
*She leans down and Kisses him lightly on the lips... then looks over to a still standing Death. She stands, blood covering her lips as she Stalks over to the Reaper in a rage*
Dria(slowly, laden with hatred: YOU MOTHER F*CKER! *She strikes out with a right hook on the word "f*cker", but Death catches the strike with an iron grip in his left Skeletal hand, twisting her arm around in to a Nelson Pin as she moans*
Death: Aedrianne, there is no need to morn your friend...
Dria: LET ME GO YOU F*CKER! *She move about, trying to get out of the half nelson pin Death has her in*
Death(Chiding her: Come come Now Aedrianne. There is something good that came from this experience... *He leans closer to her, his mouth hear her right ear as she struggles about and growls*
Death(lowered Voice, Not quite a whisper but almost there: We know how you feel about him now...
*Death lets go of Dria and she spins round to face him a look of dreaded confusion on her face*
Dria(a slight quaver to the word: We?
*The Dream Ends abruptly and she wakes to Daylight streaming through the window in her room. Breathing heavily, Dria sits up... to feel searing pain with each breath. She tries to calm her breathing... a few minutes later she gets up to even more intense pain in her stabwound, and hobbles over to her restroom, Looking in the mirror to reveal the bandage needs changing again, being soaked a deep scarlet-brown. She changes it and then makes her way over to her kitchen, heating up some leftover lasagna and eating it rather hurriedly. Dria glances down at her bare arm to see no watch, then goes back to her room to look at her alarm clock. It's 12 noon. She lays back down on her bed and puts the Neural interface headband back on, Logging In to Undead Nation to only Jerrome in his workshop. He looks up upon seeing Dria Stir on the far side of the room*
May 1st 2059 – 12:02 PM
*Dria blinks a few times in confusion*
Dria: But it just past noon.
*Jerome laughs for a bit.*
Jerome: Well its nine here, so I don't know what to say 'Miss Eastern time'.
Dria: Cool... where are you in the west are you?
Jerrome: North California.
Dria: Damn... I was betting you were in South California... so anything interesting happen while I was gone?
Jerrome: Just finishing up with the 'coffins'
Dria: Got it... *She looks down at her hand on the chair and sees Thomas's hand grasping hers. She takes her hand out of his and stands, stretching slightly as she walks over to Jerrome's workstation. Dria sniffs the air once*
Dria: Did you two have some drinks after I left?
Jerrome: "A" drink
*Dria shrugs as she arrives to see that Jerrome's working on two utilitarian looking caskets for Sam and Josh rather silently as he uses scaling protocols to meld the matter together. Dria watches for a few minutes as he finishes the Second casket... As Jerrome begins to Silently seal Sam's body away in the first container, Dria Takes the Grach Pistol from out of her pocket and looks at it for a few moments, Cocking the hammer back with her thumb Slowly*
Dria: There anyway I could etch a design onto the slide of this?
Jerrome: Of course... let me just do Josh first though
*Jerrome finishes sealing the first casket on the table and goes over to a logged out Josh and begins picking him up over his shoulder. He carries Josh over to the table and lays him down in the coffin then begins to seal it up. Jerrome looks up to Dria holding the pistol, and smiles*
Jerrome: What do you want on the Slide Dria?
*Jerrome looks at her with confusion*
Jerrome: Put physical tarnish on the slide or... Tarnish In text on it?
*Dria thinks for a moment, Still looking at the pistol in her hands*
Dria(as she looks up, making eye contact with him: Can you do both?
Jerrome: Well since I have immunity... I guess I could use a matter conversion on the barrel to change it from a matte black alloy to something more glisteny... then add artificial tarnish to the metal.
Dria: Thanks... I'd like to do the etching myself though.
*Dria looks around the room to find Silver in a chair again, a bandage covering her eye and on the portion of her head that got blown out. She's still pale and her good right eye is closed. Dria looks back to Jerrome and motions with a thumb Towards Silver*
Dria: You patch her up?
Jerrome: Yes... you want I should modify the pistol now?
Dria: Yeah, if it's ready before Silver Logs back in the better. *She holds the MP443 Grach out to Jerrome, Butt of the pistol first. Jerome takes it gingerly and begins looking at it for a moment, then ejects the magazine and puts it down on the table he's working at. He cocks the slide back peeks in the action. He nods as he opens up a holographic panel and loads up a matter conversion protocol. After some minutes of mental outlining what part of the gun he wants to modify, he changes the matter to a reinforced Chrome, then adds visual tarnish. Dria watches as Jerrome seems to conjure a holographic pen and hold it out to her. Dria takes it and Etches on the Side of the slide in Cruel looking Letters the word:
May 1st 2059 – 12:30 PM
Dria: There... That'll be worthy of shutting up Silver again with.
Jerrome(with a chuckle: Not in here again please... Take it outside if you have to kill her.
Dria: No promises... hey you got another holster I can get for this thing?
Jerrome: Yes. *He turns and begins walking over to a holster rack* Anything in particular?
Dria: Yes... something that can be worn comfortably on the back of the belt... ya know?
Jerrome: Back belt holster... uncommon, but I have some *his volume changes to a mutter* some where...
*Jerrome arrives at the rack and begins digging through the semi organized sort of holsters, then comes back with one that will seem to fit*
Jerrome: Alright... this one will slip on the belt you have there... *He begins walking over to Dria and Dria walks to him, they meet half way and she takes the Holster and begins undoing her belt, Slipping it out of the several loops as she supports her baggy pants with a hand in the front. Another hand holds the holster out to Jerrome again*
Dria: Could you help?
*Jerrome gives the curtest of nods as he goes behind her and re-threads the belt through the loops in her baggy pants to get all three Holsters in place. Dria turns round to face him as she puts Tarnish in its new holster, nodding in approval of the addition of her fifth Holster*
Jerrome: You're welcome but... I have a question to ask you.. and d-don't take th-this the wrong way but... I couldnt h-help but notice y-you're going commando...
*Dria frowns slightly*
Dria: It's a Damn Simulation Jerrome... why should I care about underwear?
Jerrome: I was just asking... Just asking... nevermind though.
*Silver begins to move on the far side of the room, slowly opening her single remaining eye as she looks around to see Dria and Jerrome looking back at her*
*Silver just continues to clutch her head with a single hand as she rocks back and forth for a few moment in her chair, the eye closes again*
Silver(Quieter that usual, a bit higher pitched as well, and without a Slavic accent: Do you have a hyperphene I could get Jerrome... *She begins to shudder in her chair* I'de like one please... My head is killing me.
Dria*(emphatically: Who's all 'high and mighty' b*tch now hmm...
Jerrome*: Quit it... I'm going to get her what she wants...
Jerrome: Of course Silver... I have plenty of Hyperphene *He walks over to the chem shelf as Dria sees the shaking continue, slowly getting more violent looking. He finally gets the Hyperphene over to Silver and she snatches it out of his hands and injects it quickly a single press of the plunger into her neck with a sickening hiss. She reopens the good eye, And looks at Dria*
Silver(still the same vocal intonations as before. No slavic accent: I'm going to assume the mercs Are gone for the time being?
Dria: Yeah, they're... but what the f*ck got into you last night?
*Silver seems to look into the distance and produces a weak smile*
Silver(she continues to talk unlike herself: Well sh*t... you want that conversation to make sense you gotta know why I killed who I killed... and I ain't tellin' you that in a million f*ckin' years...
Dria: So I'm not going to get answer as to why your acting strange now then either?
Silver: No you'll get that... It's fun to put on a guise in virtual reality... but it's hard. I'm Karynn West... *She lets out a small laugh as she shakes her head once* and you saw her true colors last night with the small scuffle between Me and Sam.
*Dria thinks on this for a moment.*
Dria: You want to be able to keep the identity of "Silver" I recommend you get to the Roleplaying community... they take Undead Nation seriously... you have that infinite mag with you and they'll think you're a goddess.
Silver: Yeah... I Could Use a fresh start to be honest... don't take this the wrong way about your group... but they look at me sometimes like I'm crazy or something.
Dria: We do... you act really strange at times.
*Silver lets out an exasperated Sigh, then continues as she nods*
Silver: Granted. But what becomes of the infinite magazines we raided from Seth's Place... You're not just going to let me take them with if I leave.
Dria: No... take some along to pass out to the people on the east coast if you decide to go. But leave us the Majority please.
*Silver gives another nod, then her face puzzles up into confusion*
Silver: How the hell do I get over to the East though.
Dria: Airports have Teleportation schedules on them. I'm sure if you looked into it, it'd make more sense.. but that's the best I can do for you.
Silver(Resuming her Slavic accent with a smile: Thank you...
Dria: The accent is fake...
Silver: Quiet... It's my favorite. *She turns to talk to Jerrome who across the room* Any Cyrus I could get to heal up the back of my head... this sh*t's still stinging
Jerrome: I'll be there with the Chems in a minute.
Dria: Still, why are you telling me about yourself now.
Silver: Just though I needed to tell someone before I left this group... who better than the one I actually trust.
Silver: You're welcome... and it's the truth...
*Jerrome comes over with two Doses of the purple Chem as it glows in its vial*
Jerrome: One, or two?
Silver: Two to be safe.
*Jerrome shrugs as he hands Silver the two chem syringes. She injects the first one, then the second one into her neck. Silver Rips the bandage off the back of her head rather quickly, not wincing in the slightest as some hairs go with the adhesive*
Silver: It Reforming Dria?
*Dria goes round to Silver's back and looks at the hole in her head beginning to close, the exterior skin mending slowly together as it heals rapidly.*
Dria: Yeah... slow... but it's happening.
*Silver then slowly peels off the Eye bandage to reveal a still burst eyeball. She looks around with the good eye, noticing her depth perception is still shoddy*
Silver: F*ck... I want my eye back.
Jerrome: Well... I could see about getting you an eye patch... or I 'could' replace the eye...
Silver: What do you mean by 'Replace'?
Jerrome: We use an Undead one of course.
Silver: Any way to make sure it's red?
Jerrome: I'm afraid not Miss... it'd be Trial and error...
Silver: Then I'll take the eyepatch... but first there's still some remnant of the useless eye in there... could you get it out.
*Jerrome nods as he walks back over to his surgical kit, the gets a pair of fine nosed surgical scissors and comes back*
Jerrome: Um... I can always replace the eye later if you don't mind you know, but until then I could get you a prosthetic...
Silver: The patch'll be fine... just get the sh*t out please.
*Jerrome carefully inserts the edge of the scissors into the open malformed eye and pries the remaining mess forward. It hangs sickeningly from the optic nerve before Jerrome snips it with the scissors. The useless waste falls to the ground, Dria's Sight following it to the ground where it hits.*
Dria: F*ck, that's nasty...
Silver: Glad I didn't watch then.
Jerrome: Would you like to pick out an eyepatch now?
*Silver nods as she follows him over to a small bin that he has many Eyepatches in them, and she begins to rummage though them before selecting one. A simple black half-circle affair. Silver brushes her hair back to get underneath it and slips the eyepatch on, pulling it round to get over the Left eye. Dria looks at her and nods*
Dria: Looks good to me... Kind of a fallen angel Vibe going on... I like it.
*Silver Rolls her eye at the comment as she smiles slightly*
Silver: Quit it.
Dria: So you're going to go do some research on Teleporting on outta here?
Silver: Eager to see me leave... typical
Dria: No no no... just curious.
*Silver is silent as she looks around for a few seconds before looking back to Dria*
Silver: Do you believe me about what I said last night
*Dria seems taken aback at the question*
Dria(uneasily: Well, uh, It seems like a likely scenario... But brain damage by using the VRN? That doesn't make one-hundred percent sense in my opinion
Silver: Look up the case Vivian V The Virtual Reality Network... You'll believe me afterwords
Dria(Grimly: Maybe... I... Look, would you blame me if I Didn't?
Silver: No... *a beat* you know when Thomas Usually gets on?
Dria: Well... if he's not on by nine eastern... hes on by one PM eastern after he finishes his repairs for the day... but he works when he wants to so its rather predictable...
Silver: What do you do in real life- For a job that is...
*Dria lets out a small chuckle and speaks*
Dria(sarcastically: Waitress... it gets better though
Dria: Father's Restaurant...
Silver: Cushy... He nice or he treat you like another employee?
Dria: It varies... sh*t... I'll be back, I gotta get some Pain killers in real life... this thing is killing me...
*Silver Cocks her head to the side*
Silver: What happened to you?
Dria: Nothing big... *She sits down in a chair and Smiles* Just got stabbed
*Dria goes limp as Silver's Eyes widen... She looks to Jerrome who just gives her a look that has the impression of "I don't know what the hell she's talking about" written all over it. Still looking at each other Silver speaks*
Silver: What's your reaction to my plans of leaving?
*Jerome is silent for two seconds as he looks down at the Omni Hes Replicating*
Jerrome: I wish you good luck... nothing more, Nothing less.
Silver: So you don't care at all, Got it.
*Jerrome frowns as he looks up at her from his work with Omni Vials*
Jerrome: No. I mean that Silver.
*Silver Walks a bit closer to Jerrome as she asks*
Silver: Question... How hard was it to "wait out the symptoms" of the infection when these two gave you the virus?
Jerrome: F*cking awful. I still have this desire for raw meat when I'm on this sim.
Silver: So that's a big ten out of ten?
Jerrome: I'de say an Eight Point Seven Five... Maybe a solid nine.
*Silver seems to take it in with a minutes thought. Dria stirs again. Silver walks over to her as she begins fully coming to.*
*Dria nods slowly, still looking at Silver*
Dria: Yeah... I got mugged about five days ago... I Almost had the punk if I didn't go for the F*cking knife like an idiot.
*Silver blinks several times as she takes a few more paces towards Dria*
Silver: So you Fought someone… you know 'how' to fight in real life?
Dria: Never had gotten into a 'real' combat situation until that night... then some things I picked up on the VRN came to me...
*Silver's Eye widens at the statement*
*Dria just shrugs*
Dria: Just kinda Came to me how it came to me...
Silver: you know that's not n-
Dria: -normal... yeah. Thomas Said the same thing as you... Word for word.
Silver(Giving Dria a worried sideways Glance: Just sayin'.
*A quiet alarm sounds on the far wall as all three of them look about to one of the several monitors to see Three heavily armored figures sporting Chainguns... Jerrome puts the Vial of Omni down and goes over to the screens to watch, Dria and Silver Begin walking across the room to Jerrome*
Dria: The hell are the alarms going off for?
Jerrome: Someone's Near the car and trying to mess with it...
*Dria looks over to the screen to see the three brigade members in their combat skins, one of them trying to turn the key on the car. Jerrome takes a Microphone off of the wall and speaks into it*
Jerrome: Are you the Brigade members Rachel was saying would be coming along?
*The figures look around as they seem to hear Jerrome's voice clearly as Dria recognizes the speaking brigade member as Jacob Grayson, the Brigade leader they had killed twice before...*
Grayoson(Still looking around uneasily as he speaks to the air: We heard from her that they can't do Sh*t to you even though you make combat skins... we'de like to place an order.
Jerrome: Indeed... I'll be out to see you in a minute, because frankly I don't think you can fit in the Police car.
Grayson: No Sh*t...
*Jerrome puts the Microphone down and continues work on the Omni, A dropper of the chemical carefully getting the right amount of the reagent into the vial. He seals of the vial and, begins to walk over to the police car as it rolls back into the shop*
Dria: Jerrome, I'm coming with you... Sshe begins walking towards where the police car is*
Dria: I Don't trust Grayson to play nice.
Silver: I'll come along too.
Jerrome: Very well.
*The three of them all clamber into the various seats of the police car and another few seconds later they are out on the street as Jerrome Opens his door. He ends up meeting chest level of Grayson. Jerrome looks up As he extends a hand*
Jerrome: Jerrome Yates... Master Cosmetic modder.
*The lead Brigade member puts down his chaingun to Shake Jerrome's Hand and does so afterwords*
Grayson: Jacob Grayson Head of the Bri...gade *He trails off mid sentence as Dria gets out of the car and their eyes lock though a riot helmet visor. He drops Jerrome's hand as they just stare at each other, Dria begins to smile as Silver finally gets out of the car*
Dria: Hello again.
Grayson: You...You Side swapping b*tch...
Dria: Haven't switched yet... Jerrome here does a good job with the cosmetic mods... so whatcha here for Grayson?
*Grayson moves a full two steps forward, towering almost three more feet than Dria as she looks up to continue the eye lock. Silver takes a step back.*
Grayson: Your friend here can make combat skins. We need them... need I explain any more to you wh*re?
*Dria exaggeratedly cocks her head to the side at the comment*
Dria: Oh so we're gunna play it that way eh? Real Mature Grayso-
*Grayson quickly and violently grabs Dria by the neck and lifts her to his head level as she produces a burst pistol, Grayson his magnum. They each have their respective sidearms at each other's faces... Dria's M93R Held out towards his face, Grayson's Deasert Eagle Pressed against her Right temple in his offhand. Silver Has Her 1911 out and pointed at Grayson as the two other brigade members point SMG's at Silver. The faceoff continues as everyone Stares daggers at each other for a few seconds before Jerome interupts-*
Jerrome: -If you want to do business with me you'll be civilized... Everyone stop pointing guns at each other Like Immature Man-Children!
*Grayson turns his head to look at Jerrome as he opens his right hand, letting Dria drop to the ground. She lands and continues to stand there as all present lower there sidearms... but none of them holster them*
Grayson: So what can you provide to the brigade?
Jerrome: I have about thirty different skins in various sizes and strengths.
*Grayson motions to the two other members of the brigade that are with him... neither of which are as tall or muscular as him. Dria sees a female face through one of the visors and a male face through the other*
Grayson: These two have their skins damaged so if you take their measurements you could get them new ones right?
Jerrome: Can do... but it'll cost you.
Grayson: What we talkin'.
Jerrome: Real world cash... twenty US dollars a suit.
*Grayson scowls for a moment but then nods*
Grayson: Alright, but what about repairs to existing suits instead. Cheaper?
Jerrome: Free... 'generating' Armor is very coding intensive... Repairing it on the other hand is easy.
*Grayson Smiles wickedly, the many scars on his face parsing and flexing*
Grayson: ...I think we'll be visiting here more often...
Jerrome: I can actually help these two right now- if they can get the skins off I can take them in for repairs... because again, I don't think any of you in the armoring can get inside.
*Grayson nods as he turns to his two Brigade members*
Grayson: Which one of you f*ckers's up first?
*Both of the brigade members shout "me!" at the same moment. looking at each other with confusion, they begin to play rock paper scissors... three shakes of the hand later the female brigade member wins on the first move, a paper smothering a rock*
Male Brigade member: Sh*t... *He begins to shake his hand for the second go as she does not, then looks confused* Two outta three?
Female: Hell no... help me outta this armor loser...
*The male brigade member begins to grumble as he begins unstrapping some of the front plates off of the Female Brigade member's armoring... as the two do that do that a small pack of Infected walk around the corner up ahead, and Grayson looks past the two to see the few zombies and takes a few steps to his chaingun. He continues to look at the potential rush and just sits there holding his Weapon. Dria notices this and Draws a second Burst pistol*
Dria: Whats your Brigade sense say about this Gray...
Grayson: That you should Put away the Raffikas and pick up one of the two chainguns that aren't being used...
*Dria just sits there for a moment as they look at each other, Grayson Motions with his head*
Grayson: Right f*ckin' now Please.
Dria(as she walks over to the chaingun: Aren't you worried I'm gunna try and kill you... 'again'?
Grayson: Occupational hazard... Just grab the damn thing in case this isn't all of them.
*Dria Hefts the chaingun and gives it an experimental Half pull of the trigger, It crackles for a moment before the speaker on its side flares up*
Chaingun: Unauthorized user Detected...
Dria: Grayson... I need Authorization.
Grayson: Authorization Override: "Rachel Is a b*tch."
Chaingun: Authorization Override Excepted from user: "Jacob Grayson."
*Dria begins Laughing*
Grayson: Shut the f*ck up and Cover the other side of the street.
*Dria turns around slowly as she calms herself. She pulls the trigger halfway again as the the female brigade member finishes getting the armor off. Twin Chainguns spinning, they cover the Area as the horde begins to thicken as it grows*
Silver(nervously: If we don't fire they'll pass us by... right?
Grayon: F*ck no... Shine's Waiting for us to make the first move... I can tell when he's controlling the F*ckers... *He continues to stand resolute as he combs the horde for a sign of movement. All is silent as the Horde has moved to both sides of the street intersections of the block... A tide of flesh barring the exits as the Female Brigade member finishes getting the armoring off and the Male member Touches some spots on the flexible exosuit. it begins to split on upon predefined seams. The horde charges from both Directions Simultaneously*
Grayson: F*ck You Shine! *He open Fires as Dria Follows behind a moment latter as they hose the street with 5.56mm. Guts... Gore..m arms... legs... heads... hell, anything relating to the body flies... including sparks. Dria waves the Chaingun back and forth with a bit of effort as the horde seems to advance even more so... the twin Beasts deafening everything around them as the Tide of Lead and Undead Mingle with bloody results. The Female Brigade member Walks over to Dria and Swipes the M93R out of Dria's Holster and Begins firing for a moment before Dria Drops the Chaingun and Has a Kukuri at the Now unarmored Brigade member's Kneck*
Dria: DROP THE G*DAMN PISTOL!
*The Brigade member just continues to fire, Unphased by the threat*
Female Brigade member: Are you trying to get us killed! Use the chaingun!
Dria: DROP IT! *The shout of "Drop it" to the Female Brigade member's face seems to have a semi white translucence to it as The Female Brigade member inhales the exhale from Dria... Then coughs as she doubles over slightly, Stopping firing as she hands the Pistol over with a weak handed grip to Dria, Who Pistol whips the Brigade member up side the head as the Male member Runs over and Grabs the Chaingun. He begins firing and sweeping the bullet hose again as it drives back the advance after a few moments. He looks back to his colleague as he continues to fire*
Male Brigade member: What the F*ck did you do to Alex!
Dria(Coldly: I got my Burst Pistol back. *She Unholster's Her second one and contributes her spray of bullets, one pistol in each direction of the street... The fight plays out with the two brigade members holding off the horde as Alex is still on the ground, Varicose veins running down her neck to the rest of her body slowly. The last of the Pukes are swept By Grayson And the Still Unnamed Male Brigade member. Grayson Turns and Looks to Dria who is still staring at a stunned Alex. Shes still lying on the ground and twitching as the Virus takes over. Grayson takes a few blurring quick steps over to Dria*
Grayson: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HER!
Dria: Calm down... A Convert and she'll be fine. *She begins digging about in her medkit to produce a Teal-Light blue colored vial and Move's Alex's Head in order to Inject her with the Convert. The Vial Empties and the Varicose veins going down past her naval begin to recede and normalize. Grayson looks at Dria still with Curiosity*
Grayson: You didn't Bite her... so what the F*ck 'did' you do.
Dria: Airborne form of the virus... long time between uses of the Player zombie ability though.
*Grayson takes a step away from her*
Grayson: You told Rachel about it, didn't you.
*Dria just nods once*
Grayson: No Wonder she's acting like she's being F*cked up the ass lately...
Dria: Again... Very Mature...
*Grayson Takes an Exaggerated Bow*
Grayson: I aim to Please Zomb*tch.
Jerrome(sounding annoyed: You two just quit it... sooner your second man over here gets his armor and skin off sooner I can get them inside for repairs... alright?
*Grayson and Dria stop confronting each other as Alex begins to get up shakily. A few minutes of Armor disassembly later, the two Brigade Members are inside the shop with Jerrome Begins to Repair the major imperfections in the Combat Skin Exosuits. Silver And Grayson remain outside, while Dria Comes inside to Find Thomas Logged in and Reading.*