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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 23, 2005 1:17:07 GMT -5
Not too far away from the group of survivors is the Burrow Heights Memorial Hospital, a typical multi-story medical treatment facility established shortly after Warren was re-colonized following the first toad invasion. As such, it looks decidedly more modern than the surrounding structures.
This section of town has long since been evacuated hours before, and although there was some mild fighting between the hares and the toads, as evidenced by the numerous bodies of both cold and warm-bloods strewn about, the area has mostly remained untouched since the majority of the civilians fled.
TBCB Anyone
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 23, 2005 2:12:34 GMT -5
The column of refugees moves slowly through the damaged city towards the city limits. Sharr is towards the middle of the group, toad still slung over her shoulder, staff in her other hand. A young rabbit who knows the area comes up to her.
"Excuse me miss Sharr, but there's we're quite close to a hospital here. It might be worth stopping there for a bit."
"I don't think we should stop, but it is worth sending a foraging party. Go find Wild and tell him, will you?"
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 23, 2005 3:22:17 GMT -5
Dawson McKenzie found himself in the Burrow Heights Hospital, all alone save the bodies of some doctors and patients killed in the fighting earlier. An insurance salesman, and married to boot, although he had no idea where his wife was, McKenzie was a slightly chubby brown hare in his early 40s, dressed in slacks, a dress shirt soaked with sweat, and a loosened necktie.
He'd been at work when the invasion began, and, after arming himself with a maser pistol taken from the body of a fallen Stormtoad, he'd headed to the hospital. He wasn't sure why. It just seemed like a good place to hide. So, here he was, alone, pacing back and forth inside the lobby of the hospital, clutching a maser pistol in his hands tightly.
TBCB Anyone
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Post by whitehind on Mar 23, 2005 8:37:17 GMT -5
* Wild walks over, his gun slung over his shoulder and a medical kit in his hand *
"We're low on painkillers... it's starting to wear off already on some off to more badly injured. I think Jenna's going to go into shock soon. What do you want me to do? That guy said you had an assignment for me", asks Wild.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 24, 2005 6:05:48 GMT -5
OOC: I will be having intermittent internet access over the Easter period, so please forgive me if I don't post as regularly as I have been.
"I am told that the Burrow Heights hospital is quite close to here. I thought it might be worth sending a foraging party. As you say, we could use the materials, and people might have headed there for shelter."
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Post by whitehind on Mar 24, 2005 8:56:36 GMT -5
"Okay, I'll take one person with me who knows the area... the fewer that go the less that can get caught... take this", wild hands Sharr a small mobile comm unit, "If we need to communicate it's best if we say as little as possible revealing our locations, numbers and status. The Toads may be monitoring this frequency".
Wild walks off and conscripts a local to his scavenger party. He heads off to Burrow Heights hospital.
* About ten minutes later *
Wild cautiously steps through buckled hospital doors followed by his guide; a wiry yet tough, brown hare.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 24, 2005 10:51:55 GMT -5
McKenzie almost jumped out of his fur when he heard the sounds of someone approaching, quickly ducking behind one of the large pillars that lined either side of the hospital's impressive lobby, clutching the maser pistol tightly.
Looking around the pillar as the two entered, he felt relieved that they were not toads. Had they been, he would've remained hidden. Instead, he jumped out, leveling the pistol at them. "Get out!" he shouted.
TBCB Wild
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Post by whitehind on Mar 24, 2005 11:28:15 GMT -5
Wild, his rifle already aimed at Dawsons mouth (in the hope of severing his head from his spine and thus preventing Dawson from getting a shot off), raises a hand to his guide, Randal, to prevent him from killing the Hare instantly
"Hey relax... Lower your gun we're not here to harm anyone. We're just here to get some supplies and leave", Wild says soothingly trying to calm the seemingly deranged Hare, "Look there are two of us... if you kill me then Randal here will kill you and what good is that to anyone? Put the gun away. We're from a large group of survivors, come with us and you'll be safe...".
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 24, 2005 11:48:40 GMT -5
Wide-eyed and panicky, McKenzie kept his gun aimed at the two, shaking his head. "No! You have to get out! I found this place! It's mine! Y--you'll just lead the toads here! Go find someplace else to get your supplies!"
He was visibly shaking, unable to even aim straight, and looked on the verge of outright hysteria. He seemed confused by Wild's statement. "S--safe...?"
TBCB Wild
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Post by whitehind on Mar 24, 2005 12:15:20 GMT -5
"That's right, we can keep you safe! But the Toads will be making another pass through this area soon and if they find you they will either kill you on sight or make you a slave", we glances around and Randal who is edging very slowly around Dawson, "Come on, we have to get medical supplies quickly. If you want to join us please put the gun away". Wild glances back at Randal who is coming up on the left of Dawson.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 24, 2005 12:22:45 GMT -5
He watches Randal warily, sensing a trick, but Wild's voice is so calm and soothing that he nervous hare considers what he's saying for a moment. Being dead or being a slave were two of the last things that Dawson McKenzie wanted at this moment in time. Slowly, he lowers the pistol.
TBCB Wild
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Post by whitehind on Mar 24, 2005 13:39:03 GMT -5
Wild watches with relief as the hare lowers his pistol.
"Good, thank you... now are you injured at all? Okay then, I'll wait here with you while Randal goes to find some medical supplies... go ahead Randal we'll be fine...", He watches the hare cautiously as Randal runs off toward a ward, "I'm Wild. What's your name? What happened to you?".
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 25, 2005 3:09:22 GMT -5
McKenzie watched Randal run off, then turned back to Wild. "Uh, I'm Dawson. Dawson McKenzie. I'm, uh, pleased to meet you," he replied, looking down at his feet. "I was at work... I--I work for a life insurance company... and the toads came. So I, uh, I ran. I took this gun off a toad I found dead, and I hid in here."
TBCB Jules
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Post by whitehind on Mar 25, 2005 13:06:27 GMT -5
"That was some quick thinking there Dawson... nice defensible site here...," Wild says encouragingly while gazing around at the scenes of gore in the lobby, "Do you have any missing friends or family? I'm thinking of asking our leader if I can take a small group to try and gather more survivors. Our groups getting big enough to allow for a venture like that now... ah Randals back". Randal runs down a corridor with a bulging makeshift sack (a bed sheet).
"I got every drug and dressing I could find and some other thing I thought could be useful. We'd better get moving though... I don't like the idea of remaining stationary for too long", said Randal.
"Yeah ok. Come on Dawson follow Randal closely and he'll take you back to our group... I'll hang back slightly and cover you from behind", Wild says as he and Randal move towards the lobby exit.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 25, 2005 17:31:27 GMT -5
"I dunno," McKenzie said, scratching his head, "the toads either killed or took pretty much everyone at my office. As far as I know I'm the only one who got away."
At the mention of family members, he looked at his feet again. "I, uh, I have a wife. Patricia. I--I don't know what happend to her, but she wasn't at home when I got there." He seemed relieved that this conversation was over when Randal returned, and listened carefully to Wild's instructions.
"Oh--okay, I guess..." he said, then toddled wearily after Randal as the other hare the building, still holding his maser pistol.
TBCB Anyone
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