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Post by Winters on Jun 29, 2010 4:23:27 GMT -5
With the voice answering, Dodge was actually pretty surprised to get a response. As the shelf was pushed out of the way, he saw two infected coming from down the street. It was definite they heard the yelling, but Dodge climbed through the window, and helped the man cover the window back up. Well, not much help, but he tried to assist him, or at least make it look like he wanted to. Seeing the mans face, he couldnt help but see a famillier smile, something he had seen somewhere before, but couldnt quite put his finger on it. Deciding to leave it alone for now, Dodge looking down at the man, and then up to his face once again, checking him over for any signs of infection in a very keen way.
The man looked very tired to say the least, but then again, who wouldnt after living a week in this city? Dodge himself wasnt very tired, per say, but his leg was killing him beyond anything. Reaching into a pocket, he pulled out a bottle of painkillers, and then spoke out to the man while popping it open. "Didnt really expect to find anybody alive in here..." Opening his mouth, Dodge popped the drugs in, and swallowed them with a tongue full of saliva. He didnt have anything to drink, but didnt need it. The dosage he took would be more then enough to get the pain away in about a half hour to an hour. After putting the pills back into his pocket, Dodge looked at the man again, and spoke, massaging his knee sore. "...Guess I should thank you, but not until we can be certain that barricade will hold off those carriers."
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Post by ChazzDv on Jun 29, 2010 5:07:41 GMT -5
As the man crawled through the window, a frieghtened look on his face was apparent. "More freaking zombies." Drake thought to himself as he pushed the cabinet back over the window, closing the medium-sized opening up. He noticed that the man was hurt serverely on his leg, he had hoped that it was a gash or cut and not a bite or claw mark. Drake didn't mind shooting infected, but he didn't want to have to experience shooting a real live human. "I sure hope that isn't a bite or claw mark. Doesn't look like one though." Drake thought over and over to himself as he began to size the man in front of him up, looking him up and down numerous times.
The man popped a couple pills and swolled them, popped the lid back on and back inside his pockets they went. "His leg must be killing him, I know it would me." Drake thought to himself as he began thinking of the first aid kit he carried in the satchel around his waist. But the man spoke up before Drake had a chance to offer him the first aid, "Didnt really expect to find anybody alive in here...Guess I should thank you, but not until we can be certain that barricade will hold off those carriers."
"Well, I'm not sure if it will hold out forever, or even longer than a couple zombie waves. But I have this Beretta here with me, along with this rifle. You got a gun or weapon, anything?" Drake asked as he pointed his pistol at the cabinet where big, long thuds were heard from. The couple infected from outside were trying to make there ways inside through the windows, but Drake couldn't let that happen. As each attack hit the cabinet it pushed up a little bit more. Drake nervously awaited on the man to draw a gun or weapon of any kind.
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Post by Winters on Jun 29, 2010 5:34:20 GMT -5
...But psychologically, the medication was working almost instantly. The pain in his leg was a lot less prominant then before, but the ligiment pain was still bothering him. Having one of those infected clamping their teeth into you wouldnt be a very satisfying experience either, which is why they needed to make sure they didnt get inside, or both of them would be pretty much screwed. Hearing the man talk about him having a pistol, and a rifle, made Dodge feel a little more secure, but he himself didnt have much protection to boot. Judging by the sounds behind the cabinate, he estimated about five or six hungry zombies just urking to get inside.
"You really dont think your going to 'cure' all of them, do you? Im saving my medicine, I suggest you do the same. We can find another way out, come on." Dodge spoke to the man. He was reffering to a 'cure' as ending the carriers life, and the 'medicine' were obviously bullets in a gun. Speaking of which, he only had a single handgun in his back pocket, and that only held about eight rounds, which Dodge was focusing on saving for when he really needed them. Moving back deeper into the pawn shop, he limped over to a storage room, noticing there were beams of orange sunlight coming through the cracks of a shelf. Seems whoever was in here had the same idea, they just had to move the shelf, and there was an escape route. Dodge got to one side, trying to knock it own, but found that it would be impossible without the aid of the other man. "Little help here...?"
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Post by Dominic Santaros on Jun 29, 2010 10:46:05 GMT -5
Dominic is seen walking with his desert eagle in his hand in "ready to shoot mode" both hands holding onto the gun. He doesn't see any survivors in sight but he's no coward if he's going out then he's taking a least a couple zombies with him. He quietly walked around a couple undead children who were un aware of his presence or so it seemed they were focused on something else staring blankly ahead. He stopped and look around at how many zombies were starting to mysteriously circulate around various area's of outside. Though all around him ablazed fires and cars and buildings that look dead as the zombies he knew he was alright. "They move slow I'll get passed them" But as he kicks a can mistankly creating ruckus. He see's two or three big black shadow figures of animals close behind him. He look at a close police s.w.a.t police truck and see's cages for dogs. He immediatly knows that those are zombie police dogs and get's ready to defend himself. One of the three dogs runs towards him and launches he easily jumps out of the way and shoots it in the head. The other two start at him together so he runs as only he could do. He only had a few more bullets and he had to save them. As he's running he grabs a trash can lid and turns around and smacks one of the dogs in the face as he starts back running he see's an pawn shop with zombies in front of the building he knows hes got to get inside and stop running. He shoots two zombies and bum rushes a few of them with his hude silver trash can lid but its barracaded kind of. He knocks abd bangs "Im not infected let me in theres! alot of them out here"[/b] he waits for an asnwer.
(o.c.= when you guys let him in just continue rp'ing if im not logged in. I'll just catch up and follow)
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Post by ChazzDv on Jun 29, 2010 22:20:31 GMT -5
"You really dont think your going to 'cure' all of them, do you? Im saving my medicine, I suggest you do the same. We can find another way out, come on.", the mysterious man advised to Drake as he made his way out of the room and into the main area of the pawn shop. Some ruckus was heard from where the man was at, and Drake guessed he was keeping his word in trying to find an escape route. Knocks and bangs were heard from the cabinet, pistol still aiming towards the sounds, he slowly backed up. "Little help here...?", the man's words could be heard coming from another small room to the back of the pawn shop.
"Yeah, I'm coming.", Drake shouted back loud enough for the guy to hear him. He still maintain his position as he pointing his Beretta at the cabinet, knocking sounds still heard from the drooling zombies outside. Quickly he shook his head and holstered his gun as he turned and ran back through the pawn shop to the man. He saw him giving his effort in trying to move a partially broken shelf out of the way, trickles of sunlight were saw beaming through cracks. The man's injurp prohibited him from successfully moving the shelf, so he lunged his shoulder to the side of the shelf and began pushing with all his might. With this and the man's aid from pulling it, the shelf began to fall and tople. The force of impact to the old piece of furniture caused it to break, splitters of wood covered the ground. As the shelf fell, Drake could see a huge gap missing in the pawn shop wall, the shelf was clearly used to cover this wall in some sort of fortification. A back alley was seen, it was of course littered with zombies and broken glass and buildings.
"Guess we found our escape route. Well, err, sort of." Drake chuckled, pointing his unholstered Beretta at a couple zombies leaning up against a building just a few meters away. "Im not infected let me in theres! alot of them out here", the man's cries could be heard coming from the pawn shop's main room. He was knocking and banging on a barricaded side door, "What the-? Another survivor? What are the odds." Drake muttered and asked himself and the other guy as he ran over to the door. He pushed a couple small boxes and shelves aside and slammed open the door.
"Hey, alot of infected out there, aye? Not to different in here, a couple about to rush us from that small room in there, and now our escape path is littered with those little bast****.", Drake told the guy as he waved him over to were the other man was standing at the broken section of shop wall. "Guess we are going to have to use a little bit of medicine to cure these souls." Drake joked as he gave the other guy a nudge on the shoulder with his pistol.
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Post by Winters on Jun 30, 2010 0:50:57 GMT -5
Dodge didnt laugh at the mans poor attempt to steal his joke, but didnt really give anymore thought about it. It wasnt nessicarily a joke, since he only had eight measily rounds of handgun ammunition to do a job that would call for a lot more. And now to boot, there was another survivor he had to look out for. Well, what did he care, he didnt have to hold their hand. But if they were willing to go all out, might as well save them all while the opportunity arose. "...Lets just get out of here first, then we'll worry about who needs saving..."
With that said, Dodge picked up a large piece of debris that was laying around, and held onto it rightly. It was a peice of pipe that came from somewhere above them, he didnt really care much for why it was broken, but grateful to have found it. If anything got out of hand, he could at least fight back, without spending his 9mm rounds to just slip by. However, this was going to take some teamwork, with the amount of infected around, versus only three of them to say the least. Seeing the new guy come into the scene, Dodge looked at him with a stern face. "...Were not here to discuss politics, lets just kills the ones that matter, and move on."
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Post by ChazzDv on Jun 30, 2010 1:23:04 GMT -5
"Lets just get out of here first, then we'll worry about who needs saving...", the man spoke up beside Drake as he walked over and picked up a piece of broken pipe, probably sewer or water line that fell when the ceiling collasped above them. Didn't really matter though, a pipe is a pipe and it's now that man's life saver. "Were not here to discuss politics, lets just kills the ones that matter, and move on.", the guy stated with pipe in hand and looking outside at the infected scattered everywhere in the back alley. Drake was beginning to think that this was more suicidal than anything, as he saw more and more infected lingering around.
"Well, lets get this one. That barricade won't hold out much longer and we got to get out of here before it does. So, only cure the one's that are in our way.", Drake spoke too soon as he heard a huge crashing sound coming from the other room, the zombies had finally pushed the huge cabinet down. They will slowly but surely make their ways in through the window and break down the door leading into the main shop area. Drake aimed and pointed his pistol toward the closest group of infected and slowly made his way out into the back alley street. Groaning seemed to be coming from everywhere, but they had to hurry if they didn't wanna get swarmed from behind or devoured by dozens in the front. He slowly peaked his head out and looked, no zombies on their blindsides, so he cautiously started walking through the back alley.
Broken pieces of brick and wall crunched under his feet as he walked. This made it harder to go unnoticed, after merely a couple seconds a zombie was drooling over him. A woman missing part of her face began starring him down before she made her way over to him. He shook his head and pointed his sights on her forehead, and the sound of a round fired off was heard followed by the hard thud of a zombie hitting the alley streets. The woman layed on the ground lifeless, hopefully permanent this time, and Drake continued on walking. Though his shot seemed to attract some attaction from the other infected in the back alley.
"Lets move, we seem to attract more and more attention the longer we linger around here. I dunno about you two, but I am too pretty to die." Drake turned and shouted back to the other two as he slowly preceeded up the alley, gun drawn and pointing towards more infected who seemed to be swarming around him, hungry for his loud flesh which alerted them to his presence.
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Post by Winters on Jun 30, 2010 2:33:10 GMT -5
Driving the pipe into the side of one of an infecteds head, Dodge pushing him down, and then ran to catch up with the other two. Leaving the Pawn Shop to the back ally, he looked up at the sky. The sun was going down, looked like they would be stuck on the streets during the night, unless they happened to find somewhere else hide out, catch there breath. Seeing the other survivor following the lead of another, Dodge was the man falling behind, ironic considoring he was the one who wanted to tag along in the first place. If it was really up to him, he wouldve just went on his way, and left the other man alone. But something drew him along, and it was too late to turn back now,
Dodge smashed the pipe into another zombie, and then swung it around to hit another before running past two more. They grabbed him from the back of his neck, tacking him to the ground. The pipe landed on the ground with a clink, and he was forced to struggle to the infected off. Just then, a gunshot rang off over his head, and the undead fell onto its side, giving Dodge enough time to grab the pipe and catch up.
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Post by ChazzDv on Jun 30, 2010 3:16:05 GMT -5
As Drake and the other survivors made their ways through the alley way, infected were being drawn to them like flies to garbage. He was continously turning from side to side, taking aim, and firing on multiple zombies. He noticed that the newest survivor, stayed with him but the other one seemed to be dragging behind. Before Drake could do anything about this however, he heard a crash and turned around to see the man being overwhelmed by an infected, and could see more coming to satisfy their taste for flesh. "D***it!", Drake thought to himself as he pointed his Beretta at the two on the ground, he carefully took aim. He didn't want to blow the survivor's head off, or even cause him more injury than he was already dealing with. He continued to line up the shot, he waited till he had manged to quit shaking and then off with a single shot. The shot flied through the air and hit its' target, the zombie's head. Blood and guts flew everywhere and covered the poor man, better covered in zombie flood than covered in zombies though. Drake quickly ran over to the man and held out a helping hand, he guy grabbed hold of Drake's hand and stood up. They all three continued down the alley way, Drake still popping the closest of the zombies in the head until his clip was empty. He decided that it was best not to use up his other three, so he managed a few pistol whips to the side of the head on a couple infected. It was better than nothing, and also better than being ate by zombies. "Look, right there! Looks like an old car dealership. It's getting dark, so best rest up there for the night. I don't wanna travel in the dark, especially with low provisions, ammo, and no light. What you all say?", Drake asked the other two as they rounded a corner and saw a carlot and also heard a swarm of zombies behind them. Drake could see that it would be dark in less than half an hour, light was fading fast and now the sky was turning purple from the fading sun. He quickly holstered his pistol and grabbed his rifle from its' holder around his back, he took aim and fired at the first zombie that rounded the corner. It dropped and the other two behind it fell in clumsiness over its' dead, lifeless corspe. "Well, I believe we should hurry our pretty a**es somewhere. Or else we won't live long enough to fell tired from not sleeping." Drake shouted as he took another shot from about thirty feet from the corner and dropped another zombie, but they were closing in and he only had a dozen or so more rounds left for his rifle. ((OOC: Hey Dominic, we are going to continue from now at the car dealership and want you to start the introduction. Here is the link: residentevil9.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=CC&action=display&thread=5773&page=3 ))
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Post by Escachick357 on Jan 13, 2011 0:50:38 GMT -5
It was another tough trip for Mickey and Chelsea when they ran throughout the streets and to another place for some safety. However, this trip wasn't as it could have been. With her handgun out in front of her, Mickey could easily kill the zombies before they got within grabbing distance of Chelsea. She also had Vic with her and he most definitely helped her when she ran through the streets.
Mickey had to actually follow Vic to the Pawn Shop. Despite living in Raccoon City for nearly two years, she'd never been inside the pawn shop nor had she really paid attention to it. It wasn't exactly her fault. Back in Collins, she never went to any pawn shops, not even when she was doing some window shopping with Sara. It didn't really much matter now. It was likely that after leaving the pawn shop, she was not going to be coming back at all.
When the small group finally got there, the place was already a mess. The door was closed, but Mickey was almost positive that it would be unlocked. At least one window was broken but from a far away distance, it was hard to see if anyone was inside the building. In the front were three zombies wandering around, looking for their next victim...or victims. They looked like any normal zombie, but one stood out to Mickey.
Messy dark hair, somewhat clean wifebeater, demon tattoo on the shoulder...it's Darryl, Allyson's boyfriend. I guess he didn't survive this outbreak. It's best that I get rid of him now in case Allyson manages to find him and dies by his bite. Mickey's thoughts almost took over her body completely. A quick cry from Chelsea snapped her out of it. Darryl started to slowly walk towards them. He was about seven feet away from her, nowhere near close enough for him to grab and harm either one of the girls.
One quick shot into Darryl's rotting, undead head was enough to end the second life of his, but with some consequences attached. As soon as Mickey fired the bullet, the other two zombies turned towards where the noise came from.
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Post by Winters on Jan 15, 2011 1:19:41 GMT -5
The route they had taken was the quickest to the Pawn Shop, and proved it by the only fifteen minute hike. It seemed a lot longer then it actually was, though, keeping a distance from any infected they ran into. Avoiding them at all costs was a priority, it always was, nobody hunted the down. That would just get people killed, the only way to avoid confrontation was to keep your distance, and keep ahead of them. The walkers were slow, even the ones that moved quicker than others were no match for the speed of the small group. When the arrived at the Pawn Shop, no other infected has even followed them, but there was already some close to the building.
Before Vic could even spring into action, the girl Mickey had taken a shot. He was caught off guard by this, not expecting to hear a gunshot until they had no other choice. "Hold your fire for petes sake, we dont need anymore of those knowing were here." It wasnt just saving ammunition, it was about keeping a low profile from the walkers. They could hear the gunfire from a few blocks away, so if there had been any in the area, they were already coming toward their location. Didnt matter much anyways, Vic didnt need to be for very long, in and out quicker then they could show up. Another thought entered his mind though, Vic knew that Mickey fired the bullet for a good enough reason, but he wasnt going to ask what was up. "Lets just hurry up, dont worry about it, well be quick."
Swinging his bat with full force, Vic knocked one of the infected to the ground, knowing its brain had been pierced by the nails. With another swing in a one two combo, he quickly brought up it into the chin of the other, doing the same to kill it. Opening up the door, Vic dipped inside, holding it open for a second, waiting until the other two survivors had gotten inside.
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Post by Escachick357 on Jan 16, 2011 5:10:44 GMT -5
The second Vic looked at Mickey, she could tell he wasn't pleased with what she did. Who could blame him? He didn't know what was going on and firing a bullet at a small group of zombies was a stupid thing to do. Even one loud bullet outside of the building could call over more of the enemies. And that's exactly what happened. After the shot, the other zombies started coming by.
"I'm so sorry." she said softly, just loudly enough for him to hear her. She meant it and decided that soon she would make it up to him for making the sudden noise. She didn't know what it would be, but that could come up sooner or later. Her heels made a light clicking sound as she walked by him and through the door. It didn't catch the attention of anything else, but it wasn't a pleasant or convenient sound to hear although it could work if she was separated from somebody and they could recognize the heels as her.
She made it inside quickly and did a quick check through the inside before the door was closed. So far it looked clean of all monsters though the place was pretty trashed. Most of the cases looked smashed open and it would be a miracle to find extra bullets. It looked as if there was almost nothing of use but she was no expert so it would be up to Vic to tell if any of the remaining weapons were any good or if there were any bullets that would work for the weapons.
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Post by darkrising025 on Jan 16, 2011 5:26:42 GMT -5
The roar of the Helicopter drowned out the sound of gunfire and explosions. Luiz was on his way toward the pawnshop in Raccoon City. He passed over the Shopping Center in the city and saw a battle going on there. El Toro had the urge to repel down there and help but he had a job to do. His helicoper soon passed over the Pawn Shop, he saw two people. He stood up and walked to the cockpit. "Okay, We passed the zone. Go down the road for about a mile and let me out there." Luiz told the pilot.
The Pilot nodded and Luiz returned to his seat. He grabbed his R700 and examined it. The stock had several knicks in it from recent fights. After about three minutes of waiting they reached the landing zone. The Pilot gave Luiz the thumbs up to disembark. El Toro stood up and walked to the edge of the Helicopter. He tossed the rope over the edge and clipped himself to it. The Mercenary repelled of the helicopter. After he hit the ground, he immediteally ran to a destroyed car and took cover. The chopper began to manuver and headed back the way it came. The sound of the Helicopter soon disappeared and silence fell over the area.
El Toro peeked around the corner and saw several infected leading to the Pawn Shop. Luiz slipped on his gas mask and slung his R700 on his shoulder. He then pulled his MP5k up to his shoulder and moved from the car. Luiz did not plan on allowing any Infected to get close to him. He took off in a sprint heading toward the Pawn Shop. He engaged the infected that crossed his path. Even though the number of them was great he maintained trigger control. He only used three shots on each infected. He fought until, he got to a building that was adjecant to the Pawn Shop. Luiz turned the knob to see if the door was unlocked.
To his surprise it wasn't. El Toro took three steps back and kicked the door in. The door crumbled under the weight of his boot. He then went into the building. Luiz was now in close quarters, and didn't wanna waste ammo. He turned the safety on his MP5k and slung it on to his opposite shoulder. El Toro pulled out his Machete and his heavy duty flashlight. He wondered around the building that seemed to be a office for a stairwell. He found the stairwell and slowly opened the door. When he looked into the room, he saw a terrible sight. The whole room was painted red with blood and a zombie was knelt over a body.
He snuck up on the zombie and swung his Machete down with thundering force. It cleaved the zombie's head in two pieces. Toro wiped the blood of his blade and began to jogg up the stairs. He ran up three flights of stairs to reach the roof. When he got there , he was relieved. There were no infected there. He ran to the edge of the building that was overlooking the Pawn Shop. Luiz layed down and placed his Remington R700 next to him. He unfolded the bipod and looked into the scope. "Romeo tango, this is El Toro. I am in position" Luiz said.
Luiz saw the last one enter the building and smiled. They're safe. That's good. El Toro saw one infected making its way toward the door. Luiz took a deep breath and scoped in on the zombie. He made sure he had a kill shot before he pulled the trigger. Luiz eased pointer finger on the trigger and pulled back. The bullet hit the zombie in the frontal lobe of the brain. It's head exploded and blood sprayed on the window of the Pawn Shop door.
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Post by Winters on Jan 16, 2011 5:56:53 GMT -5
Closing the door tightly shut, Victor put his back against it to ensure that it was secure enough to leave alone. While he did this, he noticed that Mickey had already gotten to work on scavenging the place for whatever could be useful. It was good to see her jump into action, and quickly enough. However, something caught his attention, something that he hadnt heard in a long time. The sound of a chopper in the distance, pass over them pretty quickly. Vic was sure that Mickey heard it too, but neither of them were anymore curious about it. Aircrafts passed by all the time, none of them ever stopped to look for survivors. What made this one any different?
With the place secure, Victor moved further into the room, glancing back to see a few undead outside of the building, only one of them onto their location. So long as they moved fast, and quietly, they wouldnt all gang up on the door to break it down. Vic seen a lot of empty bullet casings, not just from fired weapons, but for stocking purposes. They werent any use without the gunpowder, so he left them alone. No live ammunition to be found, unfortunately. However, thats now what he was here for. "Youd be better of using a crowbar than what you got. Makes for a pretty good weapon. Sturdy, wont break, and packs a punch if you hit one of those walkers in the head with it. Sorry I yelled earlier, I just hate shooting guns inside the city..."
But as if to play around with him a bit, there was a gunshot that rang off outside the Pawn Shop. It came from across the street, maybe even further by the sound of it. But where it hit was an alarm to the both of them inside the building. The front window had been coated in blood, and the corpse of one of those walkers fell onto the street motionless and missing most of his head. As fast as it happened, Victor made sure to stay clear of the window, nudging Mickey deeper inside the room. He wasnt sure if they were being shot at, or it was just another survivor outside. But whoever it was needed to kindly leave. Vic didnt want any trouble. Looking back at Mickey, he spoke out in a quiet tone. "Just keep out of sight, and theyll eventually go away. If they come through that door, ill deal with it, okay?"
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Post by Escachick357 on Jan 17, 2011 16:55:45 GMT -5
"It's not your fault. My emotions got a hold of me. If I wouldn't have gotten out of my thoughts when I did, Chelsea probably would have died. I did what my instincts told me to do without actually thinking about it. It probably wasn't necessary anyway." she again apologized and took the crowbar that was offered to her. It didn't seem to do as much damage as her knife had done before it started to become dull, but so long as it didn't make any noise, it was fine with her.
However, now she had somewhat of a problem. Her hands were both full and her ears still ready to hear if anyone or anything was still wandering around. If something was to grab her from behind or by both hands, it would have to be up to Vic to take care of the zombie. Thankfully, this did not seem too likely to happen.
Then the noise of the helicopter and a gun firing from outside the shop. Somebody was out there and when she turned towards the window, she saw the blood and gore splatter onto the window. Someone was out there but if they needed any help, they might have problems getting any from Vic and Mickey. She started backing away from the window before Vic gave his order to her, mostly for Chelsea's safety rather than her own. One bullet going through the window could kill her if the two got too close.
Mickey's hiding spot was behind one of the pawn shop's counters. It would be hard for a bullet to reach her there. Unfortunately, when she sat down, she heard somewhat of a strange squishy sound. When she looked straight ahead, she realized why. The heel on her left foot penetrated the eye of a decomposing human body and the heel of her right became stuck into the cheek. She let out a soft, horrifying gasp. It wasn't dangerous or anything as it was proven with a bullethole embedded in the head by possibly a previous survivor, but it was still frightening.
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