N0X
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Chicago looked way different than in the pleasing brochures. Who knew these were the circumstances which she'd be visiting.
As she checked herself out in a tall, broken mirror, Jade had to admit it.... she looked really good in black leather. The way they hugged her curves in just the right way. Biker chick, was her new identity, apparently. The military had even given her a nice, dented, dirty old motorcycle to go along with it. She didn't care enough to know the make and model, but her superiors had drilled her on the basic details for the sake of her character. It was some of the most boring stuff. The objective might've been simple, but Jade still hadn't become accustomed to the tedium of her job. When it came down to tracking down potential METAs on a long list of vaccinated patients, patience was key, which wasn't exactly one of her strong suits.
Equipped with a rile on her back, two pistols in her jacket, ammunition and rations in her bag, a knife in her belt, and daggers that were hidden in each boot, she was ready for anything. Jade inhaled a breath of smoke, savoring the dopamine rush from the nicotine, and stepped on the cigarette. She tucked the scarf in and zipped up the jacket before walking out of the once a local-hot-spot-now-abandoned-bar towards the bike. There weren't too many zombies out and about, but the few that were were quick to take notice of her presence. They began to drool all over themselves like ravenous dogs pursuing a squirrel as they heard Jade's footsteps in tune to the beating of her (mostly) human heart. Abandoned.
"Fancy a taste?" she asked them, knowing they were incapable of responding. "Come and get it." Jade took her time putting on the helmet and mounting the dented bike as they shuffled towards her, then revved the engine and took off; she was only lucky there weren't any Runners around. Riding through i-94, Jade never could get over the rush of speeding past hundreds, sometimes thousands of zombies with rock and roll songs blaring inside her headgear.
Jade heard the explosion over the music and felt the tremblings through the motorbike as she rode. A plume of fire and ash reflected off of the vizer as it rose over the city. Ah, Fudgcicle! She saw it before she could hit the breaks to slow down, and the front wheel of the bike caught a fresh crack on the highway, propelling Jade forward. Only experience allowed her to relax her muscles, bend body, and covered her head with her arms; she braced herself as her body began to bounce and roll, and Jade could hear the scraping and cracking of her helmet against the cement as the rock song still played. Jade laid on her back, sprawled out, and in pain, but heard more blasts up ahead. Then there was the cry. A piercing screech that signaled a berserk metazombie on the loose. And the popping of shots from a gunfight. An AK-47. by the sound of it.
Jade slowly and grudgingly dragged herself up and pushed herself off the ground with a groan. There was damage, but not critical, and she could still walk, if sorely. The sounds of shuffling around alerted her to the fact that there were still other zombies on her tail, and as she looked around, there they were. Son of a biznatch... Jade moved with a purpose towards the blast when a bulky bloated body rampaged down the highway... in her direction.... on fire! "Shut the front door!" Jade zapped out of the way just as it rammed into a dirty old red Prius, sending it flying into a building, and people ran past. Jade peeked out from behind an old white van behind which she hid holding a gun close to her head. What the heckie?
As she checked herself out in a tall, broken mirror, Jade had to admit it.... she looked really good in black leather. The way they hugged her curves in just the right way. Biker chick, was her new identity, apparently. The military had even given her a nice, dented, dirty old motorcycle to go along with it. She didn't care enough to know the make and model, but her superiors had drilled her on the basic details for the sake of her character. It was some of the most boring stuff. The objective might've been simple, but Jade still hadn't become accustomed to the tedium of her job. When it came down to tracking down potential METAs on a long list of vaccinated patients, patience was key, which wasn't exactly one of her strong suits.
Equipped with a rile on her back, two pistols in her jacket, ammunition and rations in her bag, a knife in her belt, and daggers that were hidden in each boot, she was ready for anything. Jade inhaled a breath of smoke, savoring the dopamine rush from the nicotine, and stepped on the cigarette. She tucked the scarf in and zipped up the jacket before walking out of the once a local-hot-spot-now-abandoned-bar towards the bike. There weren't too many zombies out and about, but the few that were were quick to take notice of her presence. They began to drool all over themselves like ravenous dogs pursuing a squirrel as they heard Jade's footsteps in tune to the beating of her (mostly) human heart. Abandoned.
"Fancy a taste?" she asked them, knowing they were incapable of responding. "Come and get it." Jade took her time putting on the helmet and mounting the dented bike as they shuffled towards her, then revved the engine and took off; she was only lucky there weren't any Runners around. Riding through i-94, Jade never could get over the rush of speeding past hundreds, sometimes thousands of zombies with rock and roll songs blaring inside her headgear.
Jade heard the explosion over the music and felt the tremblings through the motorbike as she rode. A plume of fire and ash reflected off of the vizer as it rose over the city. Ah, Fudgcicle! She saw it before she could hit the breaks to slow down, and the front wheel of the bike caught a fresh crack on the highway, propelling Jade forward. Only experience allowed her to relax her muscles, bend body, and covered her head with her arms; she braced herself as her body began to bounce and roll, and Jade could hear the scraping and cracking of her helmet against the cement as the rock song still played. Jade laid on her back, sprawled out, and in pain, but heard more blasts up ahead. Then there was the cry. A piercing screech that signaled a berserk metazombie on the loose. And the popping of shots from a gunfight. An AK-47. by the sound of it.
Jade slowly and grudgingly dragged herself up and pushed herself off the ground with a groan. There was damage, but not critical, and she could still walk, if sorely. The sounds of shuffling around alerted her to the fact that there were still other zombies on her tail, and as she looked around, there they were. Son of a biznatch... Jade moved with a purpose towards the blast when a bulky bloated body rampaged down the highway... in her direction.... on fire! "Shut the front door!" Jade zapped out of the way just as it rammed into a dirty old red Prius, sending it flying into a building, and people ran past. Jade peeked out from behind an old white van behind which she hid holding a gun close to her head. What the heckie?