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Post by Dr Tachy on Jan 9, 2010 14:34:27 GMT -5
Hello,
I am Dr. Tachy and I would like to aid the members of the Olney Militia in cleaning up North Blytheville. I have ample experience working in both E.D. and surgery, and would like to put this to work for the brave defenders of N.B.
Sincerely,
Dr. Tachy
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Post by Dr Tachy on Jan 9, 2010 14:37:54 GMT -5
Ah, I seem to have left out a way for you to reach me. I am currently working out of St. Bruno's Hospital and you can page me at <http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=1682775>
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Post by Jake T Weber on Jan 10, 2010 17:44:10 GMT -5
Many thanks for choosing the Olney Militia. You are now in the vetting procedure. To clarify you are an OM in name only as the OM itself and the citizens of NB will be watching you (creepy as it sounds it's called vetting)
By putting OM in your groups is like you declaring you are are wearing our colors or our badge, in other words you are 'us' out there. We do this as a good way to vet potential new members.
To become a full member you get vetted by us and then if successful gain access to the board (your registered account remains pending until then). When & if that happens is up to you and what you do.... have a read of what we expect from you in this topic.
Please do keep checking back here as we might have other questions or missions for you. This post is your contact point with us so we also really appreciate your intel posts on the burb and zeds# out there.
All the best
Couple of Questions Is this your only UD character or is this an alt? Do you have any alts that are members of other groups either zed or human? What would you find interesting to do if there were no zeds for a time? Do you find using forums an essential part of the UD Game or prefer the in-game approach? What time/zone are you online?
p.s Need to list yourself OM the wiki page too.
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Post by Dr Tachy on Jan 10, 2010 17:54:55 GMT -5
Thank you for allowing me this opportunity to better aid the residents of North Blytheville.
Is this your only UD character or is this an alt?
This is the only character I am currently playing. If I were to run an alt, I would keep him far away from NB.
Do you have any alts that are members of other groups either zed or human?
No alts at this time. If I were to run a alt, I would not join any groups with it.
What would you find interesting to do if there were no zeds for a time?
Rebuild barricades, repair buildings, gather up resources, and heal the wounded.
Do you find using forums an essential part of the UD Game or prefer the in-game approach?
I find forums an easy way to communicate with others.
What time/zone are you online
I am in the Central Time Zone.
Unless you need me to perform some other action, I will be spending most of my time over the course of the next day or so searching for materials with which to build some first aid kits. I'd like to have a fair supply before I head back out into the streets. In the mean time if I see any wounded come into St. Bruno's I will certainly do my best to patch them up.
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Post by Jake T Weber on Jan 10, 2010 18:16:47 GMT -5
Hi no you go ahead a keep doing heals it is the best way to acquire XP.. do keep in touch here on your thread. I've sent you an official email it should be in your inbox you used for registering. Your first skill set to set your sights on would be free running All the best RESIST OR SERVE V
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Post by Dr Tachy on Jan 10, 2010 18:36:12 GMT -5
i received your email and have completed the Membership Directive. I am assuming the 'questionnaire" is the list to which I responded previously in this post? If not, where would I find it?
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Post by Dr Tachy on Jan 11, 2010 13:35:09 GMT -5
Early this morning there was a call on the radio that St. Joseph's hospital had been retaken by survivors and they needed help. I had gathered a fair collection of supplies over the course of the previous evening, so I decided it was time I earned my keep.
I glanced around outside and noticed the coast was clear. I walked the few blocks to St. Joseph's. As I rounded the corner, I saw a lone zombie trudging along outside the entrance. I figured I could wait until he was as far as possible from the doors, make a dash, and slip through the barricades before he noticed me. I waited, and when he seemed far enough away, ran as fast as I could for the doors. Unfortunately, I failed to notice the patch of ice halfway across the street, and the resounding 'thud' of my bum hitting the ground was a welcome sound to the hungry zombie. I scrambled to get up, collecting my things, and slipped and slid to the door of the hospital as quickly as I could. My newly found pursuer started shambling my way, obviously hoping to meet me before I made into the safety of the brick and mortar of St. Joseph's.
The zombie was now much quicker than I had expected from observing him previously. He was almost upon me as I reached the barricade. Still, there was hope. I was here. And as the realization that the barricade had been made stronger than would allow me to enter sank in, I felt a blow to my back, knocking me into the barricade. As I hit the door, I rebounded into my pursuer, knocking him to the ground. I used this good luck to hop over him and run back toward St. Bruno's. Due to the slipperiness of the ground, I was half a block away before the zombie was able to get up and resume pursuit. We slip-slided across the street, a frightening yet comical ice-capade, I'm sure.
St. Bruno's once again in my sight, relief started to flood into my cold and weary limbs. I made a final sprint to the doors. Only to find they had been completely barricaded in my absence. I was no closer to safety now than when I was struck by the zombie, which was still shambling after me.
I knew that Horner Avenue School was supposed to be well guarded against the horde, yet somewhat accessible to the quicker of mind, so I headed in a Northwesterly direction, my pursuer relentlessly chasing me, the hound to my fox. I ducked beneath the fence the auto shop, weaving as quickly as I could between the rows of rusting cars that would probably never run again. As I reached the other side of the lot, the sounds of the infected hound ceased; perhaps he had given up his pursuit.
I approached the school only to find that it, too, had been barricaded all too well for me to enter. I pulled out my map trying to decide which way to go when an all too familiar sound reached my ears. I glanced up and saw the zombie that had chased me for the last twenty minutes continuing the chase. I jammed my map into my pocket and moved West as quickly as I could. I led the zombie on a merry chase into Mornington, across Tanner Crescent, and into the open and gutted Perratt building. Dodging around tables, over desks, through hallways, I finally managed to give my pursuer the slip. He would find someone else to feast upon today, or go hungry.
I slipped back into North Blytheville and headed toward Neot General, hoping to at last find some place to rest. Unfortunately, it too shared the fate of the Perratt, lying open, silent, snow blowing into its ripped up doorways. By this point I was beginning to notice how far North Blytheville actual was from it's appointed barricade plan. Buildings made completely inaccessible to our survivors that should be at least partly open to us, other buildings that should be at least temporarily safe open to the world, as close to being a corpse as the infected that walk around us.
Finally I found entrance to the railway station and crawled inside. A fellow survivor was sleeping fitfully just around the corner on one of the benches, occasionally jerking in his sleep. He seemed to be in decent health so I decided to let him sleep. None of us get enough anymore, it seems.
At some point I must have dozed off, because I was jolted awake with the sounds of a fight, and the screams of anger and fright from my fellow survivor. I dosed him with some meds and tried to help him as he fought off a zombie that had somehow made it into our temporary abode. It turned to me took a bite from my arm, then went back to attacking the other man. Having used the last of my medicines to heal him the best I could, and knowing how futile it would be to pound the zombie with my bare hands, I fled the building, convincing my self that I wasn't a coward, that I wasn't afraid, that I would do the residents of North Blytheville more assistance by getting away and finding some place to be safe until I could find more supplies. That's what I told myself.
The auto shop south of the rail station was close by and convenient. After a few moments searching, I found a way in. Alone again, I quickly assessed my wound from the ripping teeth of the zombie. Tissue loss, freely bleeding, but no signs of infection. I found some old rags that smelled of oil and wrapped my injury, staunching the blood. I will rest here before attempting to make my way to a safer location. I will probably head back toward St. Bruno's in hopes of finding a way in to gather more supplies and let the others know what happened to me today.
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Post by Jake T Weber on Jan 11, 2010 16:45:04 GMT -5
yes you are right you've completed the questionnaire you are OM on probation.
Great story telling btw! Without free running skill always keep a look out for ruins esp dark clubs, cinemas if you get caught outside. Until you get free running it is wise that you don't wander outside keep holed up in a lit hospital and just keep healing the sick & injured. Not too far to go now with XP
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Post by Dr Tachy on Jan 11, 2010 17:34:56 GMT -5
((thx for the compliment. )) After I had rested a bit, I spent some time searching around the auto shop for anything that might be useful. I found an old axe under a pile of old auto parts. It's not much, but it should help in a pinch. I decided to trudge back to the hospitals down south to see if either of them were open enough for me to enter. The walk was quiet for a bit, almost deceptively peaceful. As I approached St. Joseph's, however, I could hear a struggle. As I ran down the street I saw an individual surrounded by several zombies just outside St. Joseph's. He was in terrible shape, but putting up a decent fight. I noticed the doors to the hospital were still far too strong to work my way through, so I cut across the front of the boarded up night club and reached St. Bruno's. Thankfully the barricade had been restored to a more 'survivor friendly' state. I rushed inside, scrounged up a first aid kit, and ran back to patch up the lone survivor. He was still fighting off the zombies. I gave him what aid I could, but was too exhausted from the day to offer anymore assistance. I stumbled back to St. Bruno's to find a place to sleep. I do understand and thank you for your advice, Mr. Weber. I thought I could just jog over to offer aid at St. Joe's, and jaunt back to St. Bruno's. I disagreeumption of the state of the barricade plan was obviously naive and erroneous. Until I become more skilled at free running, I will most certainly stay within the confines of St. Bruno's to offer aid to anyone lucky enough to get in.
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Post by DrG on Jan 11, 2010 17:57:14 GMT -5
I rushed inside, scrounged up a first aid kit, and ran back to patch up the lone survivor. For which I am extremely grateful. Hopefully, I will not need to do the same for you, but if the time comes. I *will* be ready.
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Post by Dr Tachy on Jan 11, 2010 23:46:40 GMT -5
I'm glad to see you here! It wasn't much, but I hope it helped to get you out of your jam. I was thankful I found a kit as soon as I got into St. Bruno's.
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Post by Dr Tachy on Jan 12, 2010 22:56:51 GMT -5
I spent the day in St. Bruno's collecting supplies and performing routine checkups on the large amount of survivors present today. The gentleman I tried to help yesterday outside St. Joseph's was present, a Dr. G, and in terrible shape. To quote a friend of mine from med school, he looked like Death standing on the street corner sucking on Life Savers. I spent a goodly amount of time suturing his multiple lacerations and bandaging his wounds. A rather likable fellow with a laudable sense of humor.
After seeing to it that Dr. G was resting comfortably, I continued to gather more supplies. Seems there are never enough. We will just have to make do with what we have, I suppose.
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Post by Dr Tachy on Jan 15, 2010 16:05:45 GMT -5
The last few days have just been variations of a theme. Search for supplies in the hospital, patch up the wounded, rinse, repeat. I've been working in the hospital gym in my 'free' time, and have been practicing my free running. I think I'm ready to hit the rooftops and give it a try. This morning I had to go outside and take a walk. Just...walk. I know it wasn't the sanest thing to do, but the cabin fever has been getting to me. Back to the search for supplies.
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Post by Dr Tachy on Jan 16, 2010 16:05:20 GMT -5
Lots of traffic this morning. For some reason the zeds are hell bent on taking St. Joe's. I slipped through the nightclub that separates St. Bruno's from St. Joe's to check on the people in our sister hospital. Not very many there, but they have power and are pretty secure.
I heard some reports of some wounded north of the hospitals so I hopped from the roof of the E.D. carport at St. Joe's over to the Rugg building. I made my way through without incident and dropped into the fence at the junkyard just north of there. Found a few survivors holed up in the junkyard and patched two of them up. Nothing major, but we need to make sure infection doesn't set in.
A convenient hole in the fence between the junkyard and the auto shop I spent the night in a few days ago allowed me access to the auto shop. Three surviviors were resting there, all with minor injuries which I treated. I will bunker down here with them for a while and catch my breath.
On another note, over the past few days I've been reading a manual that I can only assume belonged to an employee of NecroTech. Once I am fully rested I will attempt a go at the Hebditch to see if I can find a DNA sampler. I know it will be risky due to the infected currently residing there, but the knowledge we can gain if I can find a unit will greatly outway the risk.
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Post by Dr Tachy on Jan 21, 2010 16:23:37 GMT -5
Darkness. How long has it been dark? Forever? Flashes of light. Bursts of sound. Crashes. Wood splintering. Glass shattering. Screaming. Explosions of small arms fire. Pain. Fear. Where am I?
My body ached. I was so cold. At first I thought it was because of the cold concrete upon which I was lying. Then I wondered why I was lying on the concrete. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in a large carpark. I was so sore. My head was throbbing. I sat up and noticed there were several zeds standing around. My heart jumped into my chest. Then I noticed an individual with a NecroTech jacket on administering an injection to one of the zombies. My mind went numb. Had this just happened to me? I tried to think back, wracking my brain.
Slowly the memories started to come. I remember slipping into one of the NecroTech buildings to search for a DNA sampler. The doors were locked, but I had climbed over from a neighboring rooftop and crawled in through an open window. I found a few survivors downstairs. They had begun to repair some of the damage from the last zombie infiltration and had a sizeable barricade on the outside doors.
We chatted as I searched for a sampler. I would really like to start gathering data on the infected in North Blytheville. Several hours of searching resulted in a few NecroTech syringes, but no sampler. I hadn't noticed how late it had gotten. I had only planned on being there for a short time, since these buildings are like beacons to the zeds.
The next thing I knew, we were being overrun. I tried to escape during the ensuing chaos, but as I turned the corner to run upstairs I slammed into a wall of flesh. The zombie grabbed me and despite my strongest efforts, held me tightly in a deadly embrace while it proceeded to devour me. The last thing I remember were the screams. My screams.
It was difficult to stand up as badly as I was shaking. It took a couple of tries. Finally making it to my feet, I stumbled out of the carpark, trying to catch my bearings. I saw St. Julie's a block away and headed south, heading back to St. Bruno's. Every little sound made me jump as I worked by way back 'home'. Through the hell of the last few hours I managed to keep a few first aid kits, and patched up any survivors I saw on the way back to the hospital.
By the time I made it back to St. Bruno's my mind was coming off auto pilot and made a terrible discovery. Although I had come back from the cold grip of death, I was still injured severely. I was bleeding profusely from several wounds. My mind slowly deciphered all of the clues and I realized I was in shock. And still infected. I had spent the last of my first aid kits on a young woman hiding inside an auto repair shop. I was dying again. Someone shouted, I looked up and saw a man standing in the doorway of St. Bruno's, pointing at my and shouting back inside. As I stumbled through the door several pairs of arms caught me and dragged me inside. I slipped into unconciousness as they tossed me on a gurney and started patching me up.
I awoke late the next day. Amidst the complaints that it wasn't in my best interest I pulled myself from my bed. The dizziness would go away. I had work to do. Having lived the nightmare that was the last 48 hours, I am now more determined than ever to keep my fellow survivors alive. I wouldn't wish what had happened to me on anyone.
I gathered more supplies and headed through the nightclub next door to St. Joseph's. Everything there was under control, so I headed north through the Rugg building. A few blocks from there I found a small group of survivors hiding in some ruined buildings. I healed those that I could and headed back to St. Bruno's. After I rest a bit, I will build some more first aid kits to distribute to the injured.
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