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Post by Rhinn on Feb 10, 2011 11:46:39 GMT -5
Zoe followed Samuel all the way to the Market, looking for the undead the entire way. Her left hand never strayed from her revolver nestled in its holster and she had her machete out, ready to strike of the need arose. They made it without incident, but Zoe didn't really feel good about that either. They were out there... she just didn't know where.
As Samuel pried the doors open, she slipped in ahead of him and was hit by the rotting stench of decaying meat. Whether it was from the meat department or from zombies, she couldn't tell. Samuel slipped in and shut the door. Zoe felt more caged in now than ever. She took one of the baskets from Samuel and looked at the market.
It wasn't a supercenter in any stretch of the imagination, but it more than just a small convenience store. With her machete in one hand, she indicated down the rows.
"We should probably concentrate on the canned food first, since it will last longer and then move to perishable food that is still good."
That way, they could eat the perishable food and save the canned food for later. She would also concentrate on finding the canned meat and soups and then work her way through vegetables and fruits.
"We should also check the back for more inventory. There could be more cans back there."
She knew that they wouldn't have a hard time filling up the baskets and she had her backpack to fill up as well. Zoe began to move quietly toward the canned food isle.
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Post by Mikey on Feb 11, 2011 12:36:54 GMT -5
Samuel simply nodded his head when Zoe told him her plan of action. Seemed sound. She knew what she was doing, he didn’t have to baby-sit her. He moved off in the opposite direction, figuring he’d check with the produce section to see if anything was still good. It should be ok, it’d been less than a week since this outbreak. He could snag some fruit and whatnot, whatever was still ok. Something fresh would hit the spot right about now… He figured if he worked her plan in reverse, they could meet in the middle and get out of here sooner.
He made his way to the far aisle, checking each row as he went. He didn’t see anything, but his dark vision wasn’t fully developed yet. He was more relying on his ears than eyes right now.
Stopping when he saw the lines of produce along the wall, he could smell the faint aroma of rotten vegetables. Reaching to the back of his belt, he pulled out the Maglight and shown it along the racks, eyeing the mold and the breaks in it. Most of the good stuff was gone, but he could spy a few things. Apples, a whole row of them that were untouched. He was betting they weren’t ripe a few days ago when whoever had come in and raided the place. He walked over and picked one up, slicing into it with his knife and looking at it’s insides. Looked good. He took a bite from one of the halves and raised his eyebrows. Perfect.
Sheathing his knife and tilting his head to brace the light against his shoulder with it, he began putting the small pile into his basket. It wasn’t long before he heard steps behind him.
“Got fresh apples here.” He said in a low voice. He didn’t hear a response. He froze for just a moment and moved to look behind him, the beam of light catching a zombie right in the face.
“Dammit.” He whispered, calmly setting the basket down and setting the light in it as well. He took up a stance, mainly bending his knees, and waited for the zombie to come into range. In a sharp movement, he shot his leg out and felt it connect with the zombies chest. The undead sprawled out on the ground after an unceremonious drop, pinned in place when Samuel stepped on it and held his weight on it. Pulling out his knife and lining the tip up with the back of its skull, he jammed it in and twisted. The thing instantly went limp. Yanking out his knife and taking a look around, satisfied that he saw nothing else for now, he wiped it off on the zombie’s shirt and sheathed it again. Hastily finishing his work here, he made his way to the next aisle and checked the next aisle for anything useful.
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Post by Rhinn on Feb 11, 2011 13:31:42 GMT -5
Zoe found the aisle that she was looking for and went down it. The sign above the aisle marked it as one that contained soups and canned food. She pulled out her flashlight and held it in her hand with the basket and shown it down the aisle. Much of it had been cleared out, but she could still see some cans of food that were missed. She made her way to the first section and picked up a few of the cans. They were beef stew and the expiration date was 3 years from now. She smiled and put them in her backpack. She would fill that up first before filling up the basket. She continued down the aisle, putting good cans of food in her backpack. It began to get heavy under the weight of so many cans. Tuna… soup… spam… green beans… corn… all of it was good and she didn’t feel like leaving any of it behind, but it wouldn’t do her any good if she couldn’t outrun the undead.
At the end of the aisle, she turned and went to the next aisle. It was labeled as the cereal aisle. While it wouldn’t last as long, it would be good for the next couple of weeks and provide them with fiber. She passed by the torn open boxes of cereal and concentrated on the ones by the floor, the generics that were in huge heavy duty bags. They would transport better. She grabbed 4 bags of cereal and stuffed them in the top of her bag, filling it up. She leaned down to pick up another bag and that was when she noticed the drag marks of blood on the ground.
Her heart began to race as she realized that there might be undead in here. She took her machete and ran the blade across the floor. The blood smear flaked off the floor and Zoe relaxed a bit. It was dried, meaning that it wasn’t new. Still, she had to be careful.
The next aisle was disposable plates and cups, so Zoe bypassed it. As she came to the next corner, she heard a muffled shuffle down the next aisle. Again, her heart started to race and she wanted to scream for Samuel, but didn’t. Instead she put the blade of her machete around the corner and used the gleaming edge as a mirror to peer down the aisle.
Nothing was there, but the shuffle became constant.
Something was going on here, she thought and she stepped around the corner. At first, the corridor was empty, until she heard something down by her feet. When she looked down, she freaked and yelped in surprise.
The half eaten body of an undead was dragging its way toward her. She hadn’t seen it at first because it only had one arm and from its waist down, it was mangled rotten skin and shattered bone. Out of reflex, she kicked it with her boots, flipping it onto its back. The blade of her machete came up and held or a second, before coming down, crashing through the mangled face and crushing the head. The zombie quit moving and shaking, Zoe stepped back. She wiped the blood from her blade on the dirty clothes of the zombie and then took a few deep breaths.
Get ahold of yourself, she told herself. Counting to 20 she was able to calm down a bit and move down the aisle. This aisle was almost empty, but Zoe found scattered among the shelves, several small vials and boxes of OTC medicine. It wouldn’t cure a zombie bite, but it would help with pain, headaches, and a cold. Zoe remembered how Samuel had a headache last night and started to fill up the basket with medicine. As she cleared that aisle, she turned the corner and peaked around the edge. Its contents, like much of the store had been ransacked but some of it was still intact. They brought a smile to her face. She was surprised that Samuel wasn’t here. It was the liquor aisle.
She pulled the last bottle of Jack Daniels from the shelf and made room in her bag for it. Then she grabbed bottle of tequila and put it in the basket. She gauged that she had only filled up half the basket. That should give her room to check out the stockroom.
It was time to find Samuel. By now he should have finished his search and be headed her way. As she passed by the meat counter, she gagged on the smell of rotting meat. She doubled over, last night’s dinner forcing itself up and out. She wiped her mouth and ran past the counter as fast as she could. She turned a corner and bumped into the back of Samuel. “Man, you do not want to go down that way.” Samuel turned around and Zoe realized that it wasn’t him. It was a man… or used to be a man that massed the same size of Samuel, but he had long been undead. He wore the apron of a butcher and Zoe had a sinking feeling that all the meat rotting back there wasn’t from an animal. The man advanced on Zoe, hands outstretched. Zoe backed up, moving around the corner. She set down her basket and gripped the machete in her strong hand. As he came around the corner, she swung the blade at him. She had aimed for his head, but he was taller than her reach and the blade dug into his chest. Black ooze dripped down his already stained apron, but did nothing to stop him. Zoe yanked on the blade and launched into another attack. This one landed on his arm and the rotten appendage dropped to the ground. Still the man advanced. Backing up against the meat counter, Zoe knew that she would have to shoot him. Unless she grew another foot taller, she couldn’t reach his neck.
Pulling out her revolver, she pulled back the hammer and saw the cylinder rotate to the next round. Aiming at the undead’s head, which was only 5 feet away, she pulled back on the trigger. The silence of the market only seemed to amplify the blast. It echoed across the market, but Zoe doubted that it was heard on the outside. The massive zombie hit the ground as his grey matter was ripped to shreds by the round. Waiting with her gun pointed at the body, she waited to make sure it was good and dead before retrieving her basket.
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Post by Mikey on Feb 11, 2011 14:19:16 GMT -5
The screech was the first thing he heard, a sound of surprise and terror mixed into one. Samuel picked up his pace to make it to whoever it was, Zoe or anyone else unlucky enough to get caught off guard by a monster. He moved to the front of the store but saw nothing. Moving along the aisles he continued to see nothing. Until he ran by the liquor aisle and saw a figure passing into the back of the store. s***. He’d gone the wrong way.
“Zoe.” He called in a sharp whisper, obviously not spanning the distance because the figure didn’t pop back around the corner. That, or it wasn’t Zoe. Either were distinct possibilities.
He started down the alcohol aisle, trying to keep his footsteps quiet. Until he heard her voice. She was talking to him. But she was… Oh f**k. The struggle ensued, he could hear the sound of a blade hitting flesh. A struggle. A hunk of something hitting the ground. He took off in a run, rounding the corner in time to see her pull out her gun and fire. Well, silence wasn’t an option anymore.
“Hey, you ok?” He asked her, looking at the spray of blood that had landed on her. She looked ok. Holding her gun on the thing like she expected it to get back up, which wasn’t always such a far out thing. He saw the blood running from its head, knew it wasn’t going to get back up. Back in the TFP, he’d burned a lot of bodies in his time. More often than not it wasn’t possible to hit each of them in the head, so the going tactic was to put them all down with high firepower and then incinerate the whole pile of them.
“Come on, any more heard that.” He said, noting her full basket and backpack. He’d filled his duffle on the way up to her, more canned or dried s*** that would probably last longer than he would. Always a good policy.
He moved the basket to his left hand and sheathed his knife, pulling out his own revolver for their trip out. Silence was broken, better to have firepower on your side when you could.
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Post by Rhinn on Feb 15, 2011 0:12:16 GMT -5
(ooc - I hate it when you post a good post and the computer fracks it up and loses it and it ****es you off so that you have to type a bare minimum post.... hypothetically)
Zoe stared at the dead corpse for a long minute. "I'm okay", she said, not really convinced of it. This was the closest she had come to being attacked by a zombie. Then she snapped out of it, looking at Samuel. "I'm Okay!", she stated with more emotion. "Let's go, maybe we can get out of here before...". But the moan at the front of the market cut her off. She could see at least 3 undead wandering around out there where moments earlier there had been none. Quickly, she considered their options, not doubting that Samuel was doing the same.
Then an idea came to her.
"The undead, they rely on their sense of smell and sound more than we do. We can use that to our advantage." Zoe grabbed and overturned cart and righted it. "Let's load this up with all those cans of hairspray and raid and send it down the street. Then we run the other way. Once far enough away, we shoot it, drawing their attention away from the us and the estate."
So far it was a good plan... now came the part that Samuel was probably not going to like... at all.
"To foul up their sense of smell, we need to rub ourselves with this." Zoe's left hand swept to take in the rotted meat and vegetables. "We cover ourselves with this and they won't be able to smell us over the rot. It will mask our scent."
She looked at Samuel. "It can work."
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Post by Mikey on Feb 20, 2011 3:59:01 GMT -5
“I heard you the first time.” Samuel said, not looking back at her. He listened to her plan and kept his gun out for the zombies that were on a slow course their way. Nothing they couldn’t handle. Her plan… It had some merit. The distraction, it would work. A few road flares in with the cans, it would go up in a fireball. That part, he had no issue with. Her other part… He didn’t relish the thought, but he wasn’t a squeamish man. When you had to deal with piles of burning corpses, when you could get used to it, a little bad meat wasn’t an issue.
“I liked this shirt…” He said, reaching over and grabbing what looked like a… He didn’t even want to try and guess what kind of meat it used to be. He grabbed the grey thing that felt like rubber, rubbing it on his chest and watching mold streak across his T shirt. It was… surprisingly juicy.
He let the piece of meat drop to the ground and grabbed a nearby cart, going into the aisle she had indicated and started piling cans of anything flammable into it. A side trip to an automotive aisle got them the flares.
As he moved, he noticed that none of them were bothering him. Having lost track of the scent of food, they went to the next best thing. Starting to cannibalize the dead zombies on the ground. It was rare to see them do that, but they did it when they couldn’t find anything else to eat. Many didn’t know it, but they didn’t need food to keep going. They ate for literally no reason, only because what was left of their brain told them to.
He shoved the cart to the front of the store, leaving it and going back to check for Zoe.
“Come on.” He said in a sharp whisper.
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Post by Rhinn on Feb 23, 2011 21:33:41 GMT -5
Zoe was really beginning to rethink her plan. It has sounded great... up until she had smeared that 3 week old rotten canteloupe on her clothes. She grabbed a hunk of rotten, putrid ground beef and smeared it on her pants. That'll be the end of this outfit! she thought, but the tactic seemed to be working. Another undead bypassed her after stopping to sense what was around her and then moved on. Samuel had sent the cart out front and then he was coming back. She couldn't smell him over her own bad smell, but figured he was pretty rank as well.
"I'm ready. If this works, we might not have to use our weapons." Zoe nodded toward the back. "We didn't even check the back, but if things calm down, then maybe we can come back. For now, I'll settle for getting back to the house, burning this entire outfit and then a shower."
She motioned for him to lead the way, fastening her backpack tightly around her shoulders and waist. If it came to running, she didn't want to lose any of her goods... nor did she want the undead grabbing her by a loose fitting backpack.
She was just about to squeeze her way through the door when gunshots drew her attention up the street. DAMNIT she thought, nearly cursing. She backed away from the door and then looked down the street. Coming their way in two different 4X4 trucks was a group of beings. The trucks were covered in plating that in professional terms would be described as a hack job, but it was enough so that the undead couldn't scratch through it. The heavy duty bumpers gave the truck the ability to ram through a good sized number of zombies without slowing down.
Currently, said trucks were loaded with men in the cab and also in the back. They shot at anything that moved.
Zoe didn't know these particular men, but she had met some like them along her journey. They were raiders, men who came and took whatever they wanted and killed those that stood in the way, whether it was zombie or living. She had seen Raiders that captured zombies and then chained people to them and watched them wrestle. She had seen women, kidnapped, raped and tortured until they begged for death… only to be tossed to a mob of zombies to be torn apart alive.
They were more dangerous than the undead… and they were headed this way. She backed away from the door and into the shadows. Then she shot Samuel a fearful look. “I’m going out the back.” Zoe turned and started for the back.
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Post by Mikey on Mar 8, 2011 6:27:38 GMT -5
Raiders… Samuel hated them. The list of things he disliked was a long one. Things like running out of booze, running into zombies, being shot. Minor to major annoyances. The list of things he hated, that was a much smaller list. A man who did harm to a woman or a child, a person who betrayed their kind like many did these days… He had a special kind of hate in his heart for that. And even though his belief in the ‘heaven and hell’ system was slim to none, he liked to believe that a hell existed for those kind of people.
He looked out from the shadow of the market, watching them for a moment. Ya, they were raiders. Scum. Not worth anything but the bullet that wiped them off the face of the Earth.
He looked to Zoe for a moment when she said she was going out the back door. The logical part of his brain was telling him it was a good idea. But the animalistic part that he found himself operating on more and more these days, the part that most people tried to pretend didn’t exist, was thinking of how he could both effectively and painfully eliminate the men.
He reached into his bag and pulled out two of the bottles of the liquor he had found, taking a look at the proof. Ninety for one, one twenty for the other. Perfect. He took the caps off of two of the flares and started securing them to the bottles with plastic bags fashioned into ropes.
“We’ll go out the back, get behind them, torch the trucks and mop up.” He said, offering her one of the bottles and the caps to strike the flare with. He didn’t know if she’d be up for this, but he was going to do it no matter what. The only difference was a few saved bullets. The fact that he was asking her to help him commit first degree homicide never crossed his mind.
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Post by Rhinn on Mar 10, 2011 11:54:05 GMT -5
Zoe grabbed one of the bottles and began to tape the flare to the side of it. She didn't use the plastic bags as a rope, not because she didn't know how, but she had never been very good with a sling... which is what this amounted to. She could very well throw it behind her or it could land just a few feet away.
No, she would be throwing it like a football, which meant that she would need to aim for the nearest vehicle.
"I'll take the the closest vehicle. Let's go." She turned away from the door and continued to the stockroom in the back. There was always a delivery area in the back where they offloaded inventory. Luckily she didn't meet any zombies on the way, but she really doubted they would stop her, the way she smelled. Pushing her way through the double doors, she found herself in a large stockroom. Rows of inventory filled the area with a small office taking a small corner. A garage door led to the loading dock and it was currently shut. To the right of the garage door, was a small door that they could exit by. Off to the left was a walk in refrigerator and freezer. With the power being off, Zoe knew that everything inside would be spoiled. She nodded to Samuel at the door and began to make her way over.
She only got halfway when one of the trucks screeched to a halt at the garage door. She stopped, waiting to see what they were going to do. It seemed that the two trucks split up. After some cursing and yelling on the outside, the garage door came up 6 inches.
Cursing to herself, she ran to the rows of inventory, losing herself in the dark shadows of the ransacked stockroom.
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Post by Rhinn on Mar 10, 2011 11:55:26 GMT -5
Zoe grabbed one of the bottles and began to tape the flare to the side of it. She didn't use the plastic bags as a rope, not because she didn't know how, but she had never been very good with a sling... which is what this amounted to. She could very well throw it behind her or it could land just a few feet away.
No, she would be throwing it like a football, which meant that she would need to aim for the nearest vehicle.
"I'll take the the closest vehicle. Let's go." She turned away from the door and continued to the stockroom in the back. There was always a delivery area in the back where they offloaded inventory. Luckily she didn't meet any zombies on the way, but she really doubted they would stop her, the way she smelled. Pushing her way through the double doors, she found herself in a large stockroom. Rows of inventory filled the area with a small office taking a small corner. A garage door led to the loading dock and it was currently shut. To the right of the garage door, was a small door that they could exit by. Off to the left was a walk in refrigerator and freezer. With the power being off, Zoe knew that everything inside would be spoiled. She nodded to Samuel at the door and began to make her way over.
She only got halfway when one of the trucks screeched to a halt at the garage door. She stopped, waiting to see what they were going to do. It seemed that the two trucks split up. After some cursing and yelling on the outside, the garage door came up 6 inches.
Cursing to herself, she ran to the rows of inventory, pushing Samuel ahead of her, losing themselves in the dark shadows of the ransacked stockroom.
As the door opened up, the truck turned around and began to back up to the loading dock. The men in the back of the truck had jumped out and had their guns trained on the darkness of the stock room. Zoe counted 6 men in total... 4 on the platform, and 2 in the truck. They carried an assortment of shotguns and rifles and she caught a glance of one automatic weapon. The group definitely outgunned Zoe and Samuel and their revolvers.
Movement to the right in the door way caught Zoe's attention. One zombie had shambled through the opening. Zoe hesitated to fire on it, but shots filled the air from the raiders. The zombie's head exploded and holes ripped through its body as it dropped to the ground. Zoe heard laughter from the group from their handiwork.
We got to do something or else we are dead... me worse than Samuel.
Then she got an idea....
And it wasn't a good idea, but it was the only idea she could think of.
Zoe carefully set down her backpack and handed her gun to Samuel. She leaned in close so he could hear her.
"Can you shoot both guns at the same time?"
She figured he could, but she had to make sure. "I'm going to run across the floor and dive for the office over there. As I draw their attention you shoot them." Grabbing up the molotov cocktail she mimed throwing it. Basically when she drew their attention, he would shoot. As they turned their attention toward him, she would launch the firebomb at the truck.
Then she did something unexpected. She began to take off her shirt followed by her pants, standing there in her underwear. She could see the look on his face and the grin starting to appear.
"It will surprise them. How can they even expect a half naked lady to run out in front of them. Now get ready."
Mentally counting down, Zoe took a deep breath and then ran out in front of the raiders. Halfway through the run she let out a loud piercing scream. She caught a glance of some of the guns tracking her, but they didn't go off. Then she flung herself through the open door of the office and hit the ground, skidding on the tile floor.
The raiders were about to search the stockroom for supplies when a flash of flesh ran out. They quickly aimed at the movement, but then realized it was a naked woman.
What the hell is a naked woman doing here. None of them shot, but they turned to see where she had gone. Then they laughed.
"Hey precious, why don't you come out here." The four on the platform moved to face the office. The two in the truck stayed put, but they were looking through the back window.
Zoe counted down. Come on Samuel. NOW!
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Post by Mikey on Mar 20, 2011 10:23:42 GMT -5
Funny thing about having such a simple plan. It couldn’t go wrong. It could only change. In a way, it was still the same plan. But to Samuel, it was being reversed. Gun down a few of them, then burn the rest. Worked fine for him. But, she had to go and run back into the place. Had to mess up what could have been a simple kill zone. A few quick shots and a toss of a few bottles and that would have been the end of it, but… Ah, f**k it. Loose plan turned to no plan. He could still go just fine on no plan.
Gunshots sounded as they disappeared into the rows of stock, the end of a zombie it looked like. He could tell from the shots that they were armatures. None of them had any kind of training, the way they shot. The fact that they managed to hit the thing in the head was a miracle in and of its own. You know what they say. Put monkeys in rooms with typewriters, they’d put out Shakespeare, given enough time.
He watched her take off her backpack and hand him her gun, leaning close to her to hear her whispers. He simply nodded at her question. He could do it well enough. But, he wouldn’t need much talent. He was planning on getting pretty damn close to them.
When she started to strip naked… Ya, that got him. He almost asked her, in no uncertain terms, what the flying f**k she was doing. And when she explained, he was going to tell her that she didn’t need to be naked for that part of the plan to work, but she was off. f**k… Oh well, not much more to do but get in position for a little murdering.
He circled around the aisle he was in, coming out and stopping several yards from the group. They looked into the window, eyeing their new prize. Or so they thought. He aimed with her gun first, his off hand that would be more speed than accuracy.
“Come on, we ain’t gonna hurt ya…” A raider said in a sing songy voice.
“Got that right.” Samuel thought, squeezing the trigger.
The first shot signaled the first death, the first body to slip to the floor and the first shot of blood to spurt into the air. Two more shots, a man fell to the ground and screamed in pain. Three more, another just after that sounded off much louder. Two more of the .44’s, and the rest fell to the ground. None of the shots missed, some merely hitting areas that weren’t quite lethal.
Holstering his revolver and tucking the other into his belt, he pulled up the shotgun from his side and held it on the area. He was hoping someone would come and try to help their friend. None did. Typical. Quick to turn on each other. He heard an engine start, the smarter of the two looking to get the f**k out of dodge.
“Don’t think so.” Samuel said, striking the flare and folding it for a moment to let the fire heat the glass and weaken it. Bottled didn’t shatter that easily, contrary to popular belief. Holding the bag like a sling, he quickly moved to the edge of the cargo entrance and slung the bottle toward the truck. It shattered on the hood, dousing the windshield in fire. The man tried to book it out, panicking at that point, only to catch a load of buckshot to the chest. The other was trying to escape as well, but Samuel didn’t have the firepower to stop his truck.
“Now!” He yelled, mimicking her earlier thoughts to him.
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Post by Rhinn on Mar 21, 2011 10:38:00 GMT -5
Zoe stepped out of the office upon hearing Samuel yell at her. She saw that most of the raiders were dead, except the one in the truck. She charged the truck, almost naked, with the molotov cocktail lit in her hand. She could see the man in the truck struggle with the gears and launched the bottle of liquid fire at the truck. It sailed through the air, creating a fiery arc and then slammed into the back window of the truck. The back window broke, but the bottle didn't. It nailed the driver in the head and the poured down his back. The effect was the same as the fire followed the liquid and soon the driver was engulfed in flames. Zoe could hear yelling and screaming as the driver's flesh fed the fire.
Zoe reached down and picked up one of the rifles of the fallen raiders. It was a Ruger Mini-14. She pulled back on the slide, ejecting the current cartridge and chambering another one. Then she sighted down the barrel and pulled the trigger. The recoil was slight and inside the truck, the driver slumped forward, no longer alive.
Zoe looked around and saw Samuel standing there. She did a quick scan of the area to make sure that all the raiders were dead, but it as obvious that Samuel had shot to kill.
Zoe went over and retrieved her clothes and backpack. She quickly pulled her jeans on and then her shirt, finishing up with her boots and backpack. She made sure that her machete was still in its scabbard and then fastened her holster back to her waist.
"Well, that seemed to work reasonably well." she said holding out her hand for her revolver. When he handed it to her, she pressed the release and cylinder dropped out. she popped the empty cartridges from revolver and then reloaded it. Snapping the cylinder back into place, she holstered it.
"Are any of these weapons worth keeping or selling?" she asked. She was a little disappointed that the truck was beyond repair. It would have been a good vehicle to load up the food in and all the extra guns. Even her bike would have fit in the back.
In the front of the store there was a crash. "If it is the raiders, then you are the one that gets to streak naked past them."
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Post by Mikey on Mar 23, 2011 3:35:49 GMT -5
Samuel watched the driver of the second truck slump onto the wheel, luckily not setting off the horn. He took a look at Zoe and gave a small ‘good job’ nod before turning around to give her some privacy while she got her clothes back on. Very interesting tactic…
"Are any of these weapons worth keeping or selling?" Zoe asked, and he turned around and took a look at the guns that laid in the pile of bodies. Hunting rifles and shotguns, nothing tactical. Not even high end rifles, at that. Knockoffs and clones.
“Nope.” He answered. He did take time to pull a bandolier of shotgun shells off of one of the men. Only one with any spare ammo on him, it looked like. He didn’t bother checking them for anything worth using. If they had come out to raid at a grocery store, it meant that they didn’t have anything worth taking.
He heard the crash sound, and he almost let a smirk cross his face when she said he would be the one stripping naked to get someone attention.
“But your so good at it.” He countered, holding his shotgun close and moving out into the main part of the store. He saw what had broken in, not raiders. More zombies. They weren’t a big threat to them, with the smell-o-flauge they were wearing. But they were moving toward the back of the store. Fresh meat, they smelled it. Still warm, still bloody.
“False alarm, but we should go out the back.” He said as he went back to the cargo area. They would go unnoticed with the buffet right in plain view. He walked to the cargo area and took a look around before hopping down the loading bay and taking a look at the fence. It was padlocked, easy to break off if he had wanted to.
“Need a boost?” He asked her, as it was obvious that he was thinking of scaling the fence to keep a barrier intact against the fairly large group that was bearing down on the store.
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Post by Rhinn on Mar 23, 2011 17:19:12 GMT -5
Zoe kept the Mini14 in her hands. She didn't see another magazine for it, but still had a few shots. Even if it was junk, she keep if for the trip back to the Estate and probably chunk it in the bushes or gutter when its ammo was spent.
The moan of zombies was more intense now as the made their slow way back to the dead bodies. She saw Samuel hop down to the ground and then looked at the fence and then at her.
"Need a boost?" he asked.
Normally, she'd say no and try it herself, but the fence was over 12 feet tall. She might manage, but with her gear she could not guarantee that she wouldn't cut herself or gouge herself on the fence. The last thing they needed was to provide a progressive dinner trail back to the house.
Speaking of which, she was getting antsy to get back. All her stuff was there and if raiders stopped here, then there might be more stopping off at the houses.
"If you don't mind", she said in a sincere voice. She went to the fence and grabbed as high up on the chain link fence as she could and lifted her left leg up. Putting the boot in Samuel's hand, she felt herself almost be rocketed up over the fence. Damn, he's alot stronger than he looks... and he looks strong, she thought.
Cautiously she flipped over the top of the fence and began to lower herself down. As her feet landed on the ground, she had the Ruger in her hand, scanning this side of the fence. With the dead raiders laying in a pile at the end of the loading dock, all the zombies in the area were smelling a dinner bell.
Looking back the mob of zombies had made it to the dead bodies and had begun to feast on them. At the moment none seemed to be interested in two rotten flesh smeared carcasses when fresh meat was ripe for the taking.
Inside, Zoe was glad that all the raiders were dead. Even considering what they would have done to her had they caught her, being eaten alive was a fate worse than dead.
At least they didn't have to worry about them coming back to life. Most of the shots were headshots.
By the time that Samuel had gotten over the fence, she had found a small alleyway between the market and the vacant store next door to take them back to the main street.
And she realized that she could hear more moaning coming from off in the distance.
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Post by Mikey on Mar 26, 2011 3:20:07 GMT -5
Samuel vaulted to the top of the fence with a fair amount of ease. He was quite athletic, for being over seven feet tall and about three hundred pounds. He was able to his hands to the top of the fence in the initial running jump, hauling himself over with a fair amount of ease and landing on his feet with a rather loud thud. Seeing her run to the other side of the street, he made it to her and pressed against the wall as he heard what she heard.
“Sounds like eight more.” He said. Part of the training with the TFP, the first anti-BOW task force ever sanctioned by the government. They had been able to afford the best minds on the subject, they had been trained by independent experts and BSAA operatives. What that all meant, in essence, was that if Samuel said there were eight of them, he was either right or off by no more than two either way.
“We can either take them out quiet or try and sneak past.” He said. There hadn’t been this many walkers in his entire stay at the estate in town. That meant that they had either come out of hiding or they were coming in from Raccoon City. It was only a few miles away, even a walker could make that hike overnight.
“You brush up on your kung fu?” He asked her, pulling out his knife. He was damn good with a knife, only because of the training they had given the TFP on putting down walkers silently. He was good for at least five of them. He may get lucky, but he didn’t like to rely on luck. If she was down for a bit of it, they’d go for it. “We’ll have the drop on them, if we move quick we can take them out before they ever know what hit them.” He said. He wanted to take them down, because if even one of them followed them back to the house, more would come. They always did that, the f**kers…
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