Posted Sunday, November 14, 2004 @ 03:20 PM 
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PostPosted: Thu Nov 11, 2004 6:24 pm Post subject: On the Rails (YotZ Update) Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post
The train slowly makes progress around the border of Longview Washington, heading toward the Vancouver/Portland Columbia Gorge train bridge, but there is still some nervousness in the group that the bridge may be damaged and the group may have to reverse the train and go back to the Longview train bridge.
Robert is badly injured, but will service, as is Mihkeal. Buck emerged from the car where the Wolf Pack was nesting angry, and Zahkov reported seeing Buck dumping bundles wrapped in sheets off of the train. He then locked himself in his cabin and has not been seen for 2 hours.
Sam and Yuri, who survived the RPG hit to the train engine by leaping out of the cabin, have taken to sitting in the meal car and reloading magazines, while Greg is busy checking how to get the XM-8 to quickly switch between configurations, and how long it can take. He and Zhakov are comparing wieghts of the weapon configurations, and arguing over who should carry what.
Sylvia is still unconscious yet again, and Robert stated that she might have some residual effects from the blow to the face that knocked out her front teeth and nearly killed her.
Cindy is taking inventory of the food in the freezer car, but the discovery that the Wolf Pack had urinated all over the stored supplies is no help at all.
Becka is sleeping, feeling nasueas and weak, as if she has the flu.
Thomas slows the train, so that it is moving at roughly 3 miles an hour, and Greg and Zhakov take turns watching out front for any blockages with the NVG's.
As dawn breaks, Thomas warns everyone that the bridge is less than an hour out, and niether Mihkeal nor Robert are combat effective, both of them under anesthetic due to multiple gunshot and knife wounds.
In the distance, toward Portland, there is nothing but silence. In Vancouver (To the East), weapons fire can be heard, bursts of automatic weapons, and the stattaco crackle of single shot weaponry. Buck and Greg both report that there is no sound of heavy weapons.
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Willow
PostPosted: Thu Nov 11, 2004 6:56 pm
Becka
Well I have been sick for over a week. What the Hell is wrong with me? Even Cindy's tea isn't helping anymore. Greg says he knows what is wrong but wont tell me. I hope I'm not dieing.
On the good side I don't know where Buck found them or how they where being kept alive, but we have puppies now. Hopefully they take to the powdered cream. I haven't even attempted anything like this since I took in that abandoned litter of kittens when I was 13. What amazes me the most is the baby. A pretty little girl. I hope Greg doesn't mind that I have taken her in. Maybe the next place we stop there will be a pet shop and a store that still has some baby formula, since non of us can feed her the natural way, and maybe some puppy formula for the puppies.
I'm going to have to talk to Greg about a name for her. I know I consider myself his wife even though nothing has been done formal yet. She is mine and Greg's baby now. No one will take her away from us, and if they try they will have to try with a bullet in their head. She is mine and Greg's. No one will take her away. Ever.
Wolvorine
PostPosted: Sat Nov 13, 2004 3:37 am
Sam
Portland's a big place to be that quiet, there's no way in hell we can go there. Silence is death.
Vancouver on the other hand... gunfire means live people. It also means unspent ammo and supplies. One, or both, could be valuable. I'm glad Greg hasn't been acting strange lately, too many injured.. too many dead. We can only last alone on this damned train for so long.
Warlord Ralts
PostPosted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 2:49 pm
Greg
This bites. Our numbers were seriously hurt by those damn kids, half of our people are badly injured and not combat effective, and we have two choices.
Portland, where I can't see ANYTHING moving with my binoculars. We'll have to cross into Portland on this bridge or one of the others, thanks to the government ignoring the railways, it's the hub leading south.
Vancouver, where I can see people using automatic weapons across a block at each other, ignoring the zombies they are attracting below them. No thanks. We go in there, they'll jack our shit.
I'm going to have to talk to Buck about possibly putting a volunteer in a chemsuit, and have everyone else go into a chem-sealed Bradley till we get through Portland. It'll be cramped, but something about that city gives me the creeps.
Greg flicks the cigarette out of the open window and into the wet grass below, casing the binoculars and then closing the window.
Looks like we've got ourselves a big shit sandwich, and everyone gets to take a bite
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