Continued from The Lighthouse
River ran as fast as he could deeper into the woods, he didn't know how far the boundried of the lighthouse extended, but he knew he wanted to get as far away as possible to avoid being spotted by whoever was in there, they could have killed someone for all he knew. He slowed a little and came to a stop when he saw a building before him, a school to be exact. Wait, wasn't this a danger zone? No, his collar wasn't beeping, he remembered that both of the previous danger zones had been lifted.
That meant that there would be no one here for now, it had to have been deserted for the past day. The building wasn't huge, but it would do for hiding, though it might not be good to go too far in in case someone did attack he wanted to have a nearby exit. He opened the doors which made a rusty screeching noise, how long had it been since this school was fixed up? He could see some old, dirty papers on the wall, most of them ripped to shreds, though he could still make out the faded colors. He couldn't really picture it now, but once this school had been colorful and full of students, the papers plastered on the walls with bright vibrant colors announcing a school dance or something of the sort. How long ago would that have been, he wondered, how long had it been since he had seen his school? He has always hated going there, but right now he'd give just about anything to be there. Especially with his fricking plastic hammer(he made a note to himself to see if he could find a better weapon here).
He trudged once more down the halls, he saw some spurts of red, blood, perhaps? There was, apparently, more than one game held here, but was that true, or had someone been killed her before he awoke? He peered inside a classroom, the desks were hacked to bits. Man, someone really did a number in here, he thought. A classroom would not be a good place to hide, it only had one door. He'd be an easy kill in there. He shut the door and jumped back a little as it creaked and the top hinge came loose, leaving the door open at a very akward slant.
He saw a dip in the wall by the back door where the remains of a destroyed drinking fountain lay. That would be a good place to stay for now, he thought, if someone came in with plans of attack he wouldn't be seen and he could run for the back. He leaned inside the small, wedge-shaped break in the wall, taking out some of the food provided in his bag. Food was a term he used lightly. He could barely chew the bread, and it tasted rather stale. He only ate half a loaf, he'd need more for later, though he did drink a fair portion of one of his water bottles. It wouldn't be cold for long, that could've been the last time he drank cold water. Pity that fountain was broke.
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((Continued from: Resting & Suffering))
It had not been all that long since Adam and Hawley had left the burning bamboo coppice. The trek to the school was surprisingly not as long as the journey they had taken from the clinic to the lighthouse, and Adam was silently thankful for that. With his Leafs jersey tied around his waist, Adam was again silently thankful that he had worn a t-shirt underneath his hockey jersey. The long walks, and the heat were beginning to make it rather hot out, and if there was one thing Adam didn't like, it was the heat. Still, a nice breeze would occasionally burst through and cool him down. As the school came into view, Adam couldn't see anybody outside, at least, and as he shifted his shotgun from one hand to the other, he couldn't help but think that there would undoubtedly be someone hiding around them. Death had seemed to follow them, or at least Hawley, wherever the poor kid went, and Adam was determined to be somewhere for at least more than an hour where they wouldn't be shot at, or have one of them killed.
Dying was not exactly in Adam's plans at the moment.
As he looked over the run-down school, he glanced behind him to make sure that Hawley was still with him. Adam had occasionally found himself getting a little ahead of the injured student, and had been forced to slow down a little. He must say, he worried about the well-being of Hawley, simply because Adam didn't know how much his body would take before it just simply decided to shut down. He'd been through the ringer already.
"You okay back there, man?"
It had not been all that long since Adam and Hawley had left the burning bamboo coppice. The trek to the school was surprisingly not as long as the journey they had taken from the clinic to the lighthouse, and Adam was silently thankful for that. With his Leafs jersey tied around his waist, Adam was again silently thankful that he had worn a t-shirt underneath his hockey jersey. The long walks, and the heat were beginning to make it rather hot out, and if there was one thing Adam didn't like, it was the heat. Still, a nice breeze would occasionally burst through and cool him down. As the school came into view, Adam couldn't see anybody outside, at least, and as he shifted his shotgun from one hand to the other, he couldn't help but think that there would undoubtedly be someone hiding around them. Death had seemed to follow them, or at least Hawley, wherever the poor kid went, and Adam was determined to be somewhere for at least more than an hour where they wouldn't be shot at, or have one of them killed.
Dying was not exactly in Adam's plans at the moment.
As he looked over the run-down school, he glanced behind him to make sure that Hawley was still with him. Adam had occasionally found himself getting a little ahead of the injured student, and had been forced to slow down a little. He must say, he worried about the well-being of Hawley, simply because Adam didn't know how much his body would take before it just simply decided to shut down. He'd been through the ringer already.
"You okay back there, man?"
OOC: Continued from "Resting and Suffering": http://s10.DEFUNCT_IF_LINK/SurvivalOfTheF...p?showtopic=152
IC: Jacob finished patrolling the outside of the school with a breath of disappointment. Edward and Garret had not gone to the school like he and Uriel expected, so they escaped. Uriel was in another part of the area with his patrol, but Jacob thought he could handle himself. Needless to say, he was incredibly surprised to see Hawley and Adam, two of his opponents at the coppice, not too far in front of him.
"You again?!" without a second thought, Jacob lifted his Manurhin MR73 revolver and fired one bullet at both.
IC: Jacob finished patrolling the outside of the school with a breath of disappointment. Edward and Garret had not gone to the school like he and Uriel expected, so they escaped. Uriel was in another part of the area with his patrol, but Jacob thought he could handle himself. Needless to say, he was incredibly surprised to see Hawley and Adam, two of his opponents at the coppice, not too far in front of him.
"You again?!" without a second thought, Jacob lifted his Manurhin MR73 revolver and fired one bullet at both.
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((Continued from: Resting & Suffering))
In the last few moments of walking Hawley had found looking to the ground somewhat appealing, as he found the layout about the island growing tiring on him to a degree. Though every so often he would look up to Adam and finding that he allowed himself to fall behind wound push somewhat harder to keep a steady walk with the other boy.
Pulling his finger under the collar of his shirt, he tried to cool himself down somewhat though he knew it probably be better to change out of the shirts he was wearing whenever he got the chance. Though with the luck he was carrying around, that didn't seem to want to happen.
Glancing up at the old school building Hawley found himself gulping somewhat, though casted his attention to Adam when he spoke, “I’m fine…” He muttered softly, walking up toward the school a little sifting his pack as he looked it up and down.
Nothing seemed out of place, and no one had ran at them with a weapon yet so that was good… but of course what if there was someone lying in wait, waiting to attack them from the shadows or sniping at them from a near by tree. Shaking the thoughts, though making his head ache somewhat worse he eyed Adam somewhat before glancing to the door, “I suppose we should go inside now, and pray there isn’t a crazy with a gun…or a knife waiting for us -- Speak of the devil.” He muttered hotly, glancing toward Jacob moving out of the way quickly from way of the shot... wondering if this guy ever ran out of bullets.
In the last few moments of walking Hawley had found looking to the ground somewhat appealing, as he found the layout about the island growing tiring on him to a degree. Though every so often he would look up to Adam and finding that he allowed himself to fall behind wound push somewhat harder to keep a steady walk with the other boy.
Pulling his finger under the collar of his shirt, he tried to cool himself down somewhat though he knew it probably be better to change out of the shirts he was wearing whenever he got the chance. Though with the luck he was carrying around, that didn't seem to want to happen.
Glancing up at the old school building Hawley found himself gulping somewhat, though casted his attention to Adam when he spoke, “I’m fine…” He muttered softly, walking up toward the school a little sifting his pack as he looked it up and down.
Nothing seemed out of place, and no one had ran at them with a weapon yet so that was good… but of course what if there was someone lying in wait, waiting to attack them from the shadows or sniping at them from a near by tree. Shaking the thoughts, though making his head ache somewhat worse he eyed Adam somewhat before glancing to the door, “I suppose we should go inside now, and pray there isn’t a crazy with a gun…or a knife waiting for us -- Speak of the devil.” He muttered hotly, glancing toward Jacob moving out of the way quickly from way of the shot... wondering if this guy ever ran out of bullets.
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Adam almost did a double-take as he looked back at Hawley and saw Jacob Starr standing several feet behind them.
Son of a bitch... Adam was shocked, but his mind sprang into action. Getting hurt wasn't on his priority list. As he saw the gun rise from Jacob's side, Adam dug his foot into the ground and bowled over both him and Hawley, jumping out of the way of the incoming bullets. Rolling into a nearby bush, he aimed the shotgun in the general vicinity of Jacob and pulled the trigger, unleashing a blast.
Son of a bitch... Adam was shocked, but his mind sprang into action. Getting hurt wasn't on his priority list. As he saw the gun rise from Jacob's side, Adam dug his foot into the ground and bowled over both him and Hawley, jumping out of the way of the incoming bullets. Rolling into a nearby bush, he aimed the shotgun in the general vicinity of Jacob and pulled the trigger, unleashing a blast.
Jacob dove behind the corner of the school to avoid the majority of the blast, but part of the shell grazed his arm. After emitting a breif hiss of pain, Jacob went back to face them and fired another shot at Adam, due to the fact that he was more of a threat.
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Adam spun around as the shot buried itself into his knapsack, twisting him around and knocking him over. Tossing off the pack, he tossed his Leafs jersey on one of the bushes in the hopes that it would attract the fire of Jacob. Glancing over at the injured Hawley, he quickly pointed at Jacob's spot as he rolled over to another bush and fired off the shotgun towards the corner again, hoping to catch Jacob as he fired off another shot.
Hawley allowed himself to fall into the grass close to where Adam had begun firing off the shotgun, moving to pull the pistol from his back pocket and spare ammo from another. Shaky hands forcing each in, each gunshot made his body give a jolt of slight fear… it hadn’t even been half-an-hour and he already found himself in the mists of it all again.
Lifting himself and the weapon up, he pointed off to where he had remembered seeing Jacob go of to, firing off a shot before sinking back toward the ground allowing his mind to compose before he wound shoot again.
Lifting himself and the weapon up, he pointed off to where he had remembered seeing Jacob go of to, firing off a shot before sinking back toward the ground allowing his mind to compose before he wound shoot again.
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OOC: Why are you trying to attract the fire of a dead guy?
IC: Jacob would have fired at the bag if he didn't hear another shotgun blast. Instead, he took cover again, sighing in relief as the shell took a piece off the building instead of one off of him. Leaning the gun around the corner, but not actually stepping around, he blindly fired in the direction of the bush before withdrawing his hand again.
IC: Jacob would have fired at the bag if he didn't hear another shotgun blast. Instead, he took cover again, sighing in relief as the shell took a piece off the building instead of one off of him. Leaning the gun around the corner, but not actually stepping around, he blindly fired in the direction of the bush before withdrawing his hand again.
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Adam saw the bullet hit the dirt rather close to his face, and he shuddered as he realized how close he'd come to getting shot. Picking up some nearby rocks, he threw them into the bushes to his right, hoping to expose Jacob so that he could get off a better shot. Adam couldn't help but wonder if he was really prepared to kill someone, but at this point - it seemed like it was him or them.
Adam wasn't ready to have it be him.
Adam wasn't ready to have it be him.
Instead of exposing himself when he heard the rocks hitting the ground, he leaned his hand out and fired off another round, quickly withdrawing his hand before it could be hit by return fire.
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Hawley remained in his spot, lightly looking toward the corner of the school Jacob was hiding behind. Gathering a thought, and keeping his crouched position he begun moving though the bushes to where a better angle of the school could be seen.
Raising up somewhat, he narrowed his eyes beyond his glasses and fired another shot. Before ducking back into the bushes, and moving away from he had fired.
Raising up somewhat, he narrowed his eyes beyond his glasses and fired another shot. Before ducking back into the bushes, and moving away from he had fired.
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Feeling another bullet whiz past his ear, Adam swore lightly and rolled to another bush just behind where Hawley had been. He didn't make a sound as he found his new spot, and realized that he would able to blend in fairly well, keeping himself right down to the ground.
Yet another bullet chipped away at the corner Jacob was behind. He was glad that he didn't expose his whole body during these exchanges, or the gunfight may have ended a whle ago, with the accuracy of the two enemy students. Jacob fired another shot in the general direction of the most recent shot, withdrew his hand, and quickly reloaded.
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Hawley allowed a frown to press against his lips as the shot lodge itself in the ground where he had been, peeking through the leaves of the bush he was currently hiding behind he could only pray that Jacob would run out of bullets soon... he couldn't have that much left, hopefully.
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