[CRP] How I got out.

[Draco O'brian]

[OOC. As a note this is more of a history thing about how Draco escaped into zombie infested London, so its set just as the outbreaks starting]

Draco sighed as he trundled along in the back of the high security van that the English government had managed to scrounge up to transport him...he was apparently too 'dangerous' for the cheaper forms...That was a fact Draco took more than some pride in. He sighed and put his head against the cold steel of the van.

It's not like he'd even DONE anything. All he'd done was conspire to plant a bomb, is a man not allowed to think for himself any more?! Sure, he might have had the improvised explosives stashed in his flat. Sure there MAY have been detailed plans of London showing where he could cause the most damage, and yes they DID catch him and his fellow conspirators in the middle of a basement filled with guns talking about the plan in detail, but its not like he'd DONE anything yet...his involvement in the Easter rising non-withstanding.

Draco came out from his slightly ranting train of thought and again looked at the prisoner across from him, he didn't know the man, and he didn't really care to know him... they both knew where they were going, and where they'd end up at the end... Draco sighed and leaned over to the front of the container shouting loudly above the engine in a thick Irish accent "Ye know, ye could be undoin' me cuffs if ye wanted, i can't reach me hipflask like this. It's not like i'd try run or nothin'." a small smirk reached his face as he spoke, he did so love annoying the english bastard that had custody of him at the moment. Of course Draco couldn't hear what the guards could here on the radio...about what was happening at the moment...

[Erik "Soulbourne" Serth]

The guards in the front of the armored vehicle pulled to a stop as the jeep in front stopped as well, the small convoy backing up as the soldier transport and jeep bringing up the rear were forced to stop as well. Most of this convoy was not meant for the prisoners in the back, one a rebel who had been moving to bomb London, the other a soldier who had deserted and cost the lives of his battalion as a result. They didn't think either of them really needed this armored transport, even if they said one had a knack for making some rather powerful bombs out of nothing at all.

He sat back as the soldiers in front started commenting louder and louder, one of them seeming to panic as the other two dragged him down. As other soldiers ran up and helped restrain him while checking out the hold up, he turned up the radio.

"...two battalions have already been taken out by this menace, with others moving in equipped in the finest equipment leftover from the war to fight." The radio blurted; the two guards in front, both veterans of the full first world war, glanced at each other and fingered there rifles. "This menace is of unknown origin, and it seems highly dangerous. Old town is where the highest concentration of undead seem swarming from."

The two veterans up front nearly jumped out of there skin when they heard the mention of undead. The commotion up front seemed to settle down, with hollering drifting back in a heated argument over continuing, more soldiers drifting up front and either joining in or shifting uncomfortably on the sidelines.

One of the guards in the back eyed the two prisoners and then crawled up to the window between the back and front, his voice making them jump again, "'Eh, whats all this then? Whats the 'old up? And why are ya blimely fools so jumpey?" He shook his head then noticed the radio and went pale.

"...Oh no, this is horrible, reports are coming in that three of the battalions moving through other districts towards old town have been swarmed by undead who seem to have speed and agility greater than any human we've ever seen. They ran in from all sides, even from the roof tops and ambushed the convoys. If anyone can here this, fall back to the nearest military base. The Prime Minister has just made an announcement. We are currently in a state of emergency, and martial law has been declared. All the people of England-military or otherwise-are hereby ordered to use whatever means necessary to fight off this abomination. May God save us all from this unholy blight."

There was a click and the transmission fell silent, as did everyone around. Civilians had gathered and heard the end of the transmission. There was a tenseness in there air that weighed upon everyone, then a slight mumbling arose followed by an all out panic. One of the other guards threw open the back and about half the soldiers in the convoy-those who had kept there wits and weren't the slowest reacting-piled out and began to try and enact the order of martial law. The civilian pop, as well as a chunk of the military, threw at them as a large mob. A couple soldiers began firing-which side started no one can be sure-and the street erupted into a bloody pandemonium.

[Draco O'brian]

Draco sat and listened to the radio with a raised eyebrow leaning back, with a thoughtful look on his face. He wasn't entirely sure what it meant, probably another one of those jokes people played on the radios, a hoax of some kind. But it sure as hell had the soldiers jumpy. Then he heard the call for conscription. "Fuck that..." he muttered under his breath "I'm Irish, not fucking English.". Then he heard the arguments outside, and the gunshots. and a small grin appeared on his face as he stood up quietly and eyed the door...it looked strong....but was it really?

He gave his fellow captive a grin and eyed the guards, who seemed rather busy with the pandemonium outside. Hoping the rising panic would cover his escape he made a running charge at the door and shoulder barged it heavily with a loud crash and a grunt, and the door smashed open, sending Draco sprawling onto the street (the drop was longer than he remembered) and he quickly stumbled to his feet, shouting back at the other guy "ya comin' or what?"

[Erik "Soulbourne" Serth]

The brawl outside had the soldiers distracted, gunfire crossing around as people on both sides fell dead or wounded-the majority being civilian, despite the soldiers beginning to break up a bit and friendly fire becoming more common as braver civilians tried to wrest guns from soldiers.

The other prisoner timidly began to get out, ducking as a gunshot banged against the door, then jumping out with the Irishman. He looked around and ducked, seeing only chaos all around him, looking fearful at first, then after a deep breath, looking determined. His soldier training had taught him to deal in these situations, even if he didn't particularly like seemingly suicidal situations like this-better to try and get away as opposed to making it to London.

"Which way are we to go in this chaos?" the prisoner said, ducking into a kneel to hopefully avoid the crossfire.

[Draco O'brian]

Draco grinned slightly, which faded a little when a bullet bounced of the floor right by his foot causing him to duck down and join his fellow prisoner, who asked him where to go. Draco quickly scanned around, he had never been a soldier, but he had fought in the risings, so he knew what to do. First thing he saw was a downed officer with a set of keys, "There." he pointed at the officer and without waiting for a response sprinted forward, the odd random bullet wizzing past him with sickening cracks as they hit the floor or thuds as they smashed into warm bodies.

He almost slid to a halt next to the officers body and quickly took the keys, undoing his cuffs as best he could before throwing the keys absent-mindedly in the general direction he thought his fellow was in and gabbing the officers Revolver, a wester, he checked the ammo and found it missing one shot, quickly "acquiring" more ammo from the officer he slid it into his pocket. "Right.... I'm thinkin' that we be needing to move towards the city.... easier to hide in the chaos I'm bettin'"

[Erik "Soulbourne" Serth]

The prisoner followed the man, ducking as bullets flew, watching some of the soldiers to try and keep an idea of where fire was coming from. He was thankful no one had noticed the two yet.

He clumsily caught the keys as a bullet grazed his hair, the strands being a bit long and a few being ripped out as he flinched with an "Ow". He kept ahold of the keys and quickly unlocked his cuffs, taking the man's knife and looking around. "Are you sure heading towards the horde that caused all this would be the best idea? Wouldn't it be safer to head to the countryside?" He looked around and shifted in his position a bit, feeling uncomfortable at the thought of heading into the city.

[Draco O'brian]

Draco grinned and fingered the revolver, "Ah what'd be the fun in that 'ey?" he smirked a little and quickly pointed his revolver at a soldier who was about to shout out, firing a bullet off loudly and hitting the man in the shoulder taking him down. "Besides, There's no supplies in the country... where'd I get my whiskey from?" he smirked and waved him forward before suddenly pausing "Draco by the way" he quickly moved forward at a crouched pace, hoping the bullet he'd fired wouldn't be noticed amongst all the fighting.

[Erik "Soulbourne" Serth]

The prisoner looked a little stressed, but quickly followed. He didn't like being alone in all this, and he figured he could always split away later on. This man seemed to know what he was doing, and that should be enough to get them out of here alive. He slightly nodded as he followed, trying to reassure himself of this fact a he sneaked behind a soldier who was distracted by shouting out orders. He reached up and tried to knife the man, failing to kill him off before he released a gurgled shout.

Cursing, he pulled out the knife and ran over towards Draco, ducking behind a small fence section that was still relatively in tact, a mob of fleeing civilians running across the path from there to freedom as he ducked behind as a few soldiers recognized them and began shooting and shouting at them. He held his knife and flinched as a series of bullets cracked into the fence, hoping that the mob in front would disperse so they could try and get away.

[Draco O'brian]

Draco leant up to take a shot but quickly ducked down again when he felt a bullet fly past his face and flattened himself against the wall "Damn it....they couldn't hit the broad side of a barn but there's alotta them" his hand snaked into his pocket pulling out a hipflask and taking a short swig before sliding it away. "Right.... our options... we fire at the mob in the hopes the idiots get outta the way, or die in a blaze of glory....which are ye reckonin'?"

[Erik "Soulbourne" Serth]

The Prisoner stared at Draco like he was crazy for a few moments, wondering what insanity made him say such things. He then took a deep breath and said, "Survival would be nice..." hoping he could be heard above the frenzy. He held his knife and looked around, wondering if there was another way out of here, but deciding that the mob blocked there only route. He could here the crunch of boots as the soldiers ran up towards them, bullets still slamming into the fence, a sickening crack sounding as one of the boards split a bit.

[Draco O'brian]

He looked at the man's shocked look with a hint of amusement "I suppose yer right." he fired a few shots from his revolver into the crowd, one of the bullets smashing into the ground the other slamming into a lady sending her to the floor in a shower of blood, splattering those around her, and the third whizzed over the head of an elderly man. The woman going down was enough, she lay on the floor screaming and the panicked mob quickly scattered "COME ON!!" shouted Draco as he pushed off from the wall crouching low just as some soldiers appeared around the corner and started aiming shots.

[Erik "Soulbourne" Serth]

The prisoner followed Draco, running behind him as bullets whizzed past; he decided now would not be a good time to look behind him, so he simply followed draco into the "dispersed" crowd, which slowed them a bit as it had room to slip through easily enough, but was still a bit crowded. He shouldered his way through, ducking as more gunfire rang out before they made it to the other side and freedom...

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The guard had been assigned to this convoy to guard two "dangerous prisoners. He was a newer soldier, and was grinding against such a simple task. While his commanding officer tried to reassure him such small things were often the most valuable, he didn't particularly agree.

He had been riding in the back of the rear jeep, lounging around with his machine gun by his side, listening to the radio as it announced some sort of invasion in London. He had heard about some abomination sweeping across the mainland, but had never managed to find much details.

He idly picked at his fingernails, figuring he may finally get some action once the convoy reached London. While there were a handful of veterans in it, many of them were fresh out of boot camp, and thus were rather raring to have some fun. They had all shown exemplary potential in camp-this is why he, like others, were disgruntled. He and a few others had been delegated to managerial tasks at a camp here or a facility there. They were grinding against the restrictions placed on there service when they had showed such ability during training.

However, he at least saw the future in London as promising for some nice fun action, and thus when the convoy lurched to a stop, he grumbled. "'Ey, turn up 'e radio! 'Least I can here the updates a bit better." He said to the person in the passenger seat.

"'Old yer horses Green, I think 'e best be fin'n out what exactly is up front." The man replied.

"Ack, yer a waste of space ya luggart." Green said as he reached up and flipped the volume up as the man shouted curses. As he heard the news, his face slowly paled at the word of slaughters of so many soldiers. He barely noticed as a commotion and panic ensued, and the crowd was split up.

He got his wits about him as best he could, and grabbed his rifle as he jumped out of the jeep. He took up position with the other men, diving down as one shot rang out followed by a barrage of fire going every way.

He quickly tried to keep up with the battle, feeling sick at his stomach as he saw mainly civilians on the blood soaked ground, and feeling an edge of fear prickle up his neck as the fight raged. He had never seen combat, so he swallowed and took a breath, doing his best to try and calm his nerves to better operate in the situation.

The battle raged on, and he got a few painful nicks, but was separated as a blind fleeing mob swept him away from the other men, towards a more distant area where he was dropped as the mob dispersed.

[Draco O'brian]

Draco shoved his way through the crowd roughly, pushing more than one person over making them get trampled and then he saw a flash of British army uniform "Bastards" he muttered under his breath and aimed the pistol forward, firing off a few shots in quick succession none of them actually hitting his mark, but they did serve to create a...void in the crowd around him and make it rather obvious, beyond the now empty smoking revolver in his hand, who had fired said shots....

[Erik "Soulbourne" Serth]

The prisoner followed up behind Draco, seeing him fire as the crowd split further, seeing the soldier who was armed with a large rifle and seemed in full uniform. He cursed silently knowing that Draco had used his last round and now they were facing an armed soldier with a rifle from a distance.

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Green ducked when he heard the gunshots and looked up and saw the two, recognizing the prisoners in a flash. He grinned and decided it was his lucky day, if he hadn't of been dragged out here, they would have likely got away scotch free.

"Surrender now prisoners, yer hopelessly outmatched. You, 'e traitor who got 'is entire battalion killed 'y deserting instead o' delivering a sim'le message. Ya said it was too dangerous, a suicide mission, yet here ya are fleeing in a firefight and mass panic with a bloody mad irishmen who sought ta bomb her Glorious Majesties London as a' act o' resistance fer some foolhardy cause of rebellion." Green said, spitting into the ground as he raised his rifle.

"I assume since ye haven't bothered ta shoot me, yer out of ammo. So 'y don't ya just come quietly and quickly and ya won't be roughed up too much." He said, aiming his rifle for Draco.

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The Prisoner looked at Draco, and wondered what he should do. Should he flee? This would likely be his best chance to do so, the guard was focused on Draco and he may be able to slip away before he could re-aim. It may be better to let this criminal go into custody anyways. He reasoned. If he was truly that dangerous, letting him loose in the current situation could merely destabilize it more. No use in causing unnecessary chaos when there was plenty already.

I just want to slip away and put my bloody past behind me. No use in endangering England in the process. He thought. Though...Draco is helping me escape...he's a dangerous criminal, but...

[Draco O'brian]

Draco clicked the pistol once experimentally and sighed with a great hint of annoyance and raised his hands, a small smirk on his face. "Ahh the big bad British soldier, with yer guns, and yer empire, and stiff upper lip, and yer damnable imperialistic bullshit." he eyed the soldier and let the gun drop to the floor with a metallic clang, knowing he'd managed to hide a knife in his boot and waiting for the right moment to make a rush. He took a small step forward, keeping his hands in the air. "Ye think its yer god given right to go around, orderin' other nations about. Controlling them you reckon your making us 'civilised' ." he spat on the floor hoping it would somehow emphasise his point "Look around ya mate, Yer kind is the worst barbarian of 'em all" he looked pointedly at the civilian corpses "Seems Ireland got off lucky compared to this... Bet yer real proud." he smirked widely, almost daring the soldier to shoot him, while mentally ready to rush forward and make a grab at the gun.