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Post by Rhinn on Mar 27, 2011 21:44:19 GMT -5
Zoe pulled her machete from its sheath. She flicked the safety on the Ruger Mini 14.
"I don't know any Kung Fu, but slash and hack seems to work well for me. And it's either kill them now, or wait for them to kill us later. Let's do this."
Zoe began to make her way down the corridor. She tried to push the thought of what was going on behind her on the loading dock out of her mind. Being short and her reach not that long, she would use the rifle to hold the zombie at bay and then chop off its head. Since it was a throwaway gun, she didn't care if the barrel got gummed up with rotten flesh.
At the end of the corridor, she looked out toward the road that led back to the estate. She saw 4 of the zombies moving in their direction, drawn by the dead bodies and explosion. She could hear more moaning nearby.
"I'm your wingman Sam."
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Post by Mikey on Mar 28, 2011 6:15:20 GMT -5
“Gotcha.” Samuel said, watching the crowd outside of the alley. They weren’t moving toward the feeding frenzy like the others. For what reason, Samuel couldn’t say. But, they didn’t need to worry about that. They only needed to worry about the fact that the things weren’t moving.
Samuel crept up to the edge of the alley, looking out into the street. Nine of them. Close enough to his earlier estimation. One was close, only a few feet away. It’s back was facing him, and he reached out. Grabbing it under the chin, locking his forearm around its neck, he lifted and turned to the left. Suddenly jerking his torso to the right, the movable object felt the unending force, and the loud crack sounded that told him this zombie was no longer a threat.
Dropping it to the ground, he saw one start to turn and grabbed it by the shirt. It seemed to register him as human from his actions and started to grab his arm. That was put to an end when Samuel drove the seven inch blade of the Ka Bar into it’s eye socket.
More seemed to be registering his status as alive and tasty, and the seven started to converge. He went from trying to kill them outright to just pushing them back.
“Time to help.” He said in an average voice, a yell compared to their previous whispers. Much more of this, he was going to need to draw his gun and then they’d be screwed.
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Post by Rhinn on Mar 28, 2011 13:09:48 GMT -5
Zoe jumped out around Samuel and charged one of the zombies on the right of Samuel. They were turning toward him and it would only be time before they surrounded them. She quickly stuck the barrel of her gun in the chest of the first zombie, stopping its approach. Then she swung out with her machete, cleaving it's head off. The head rolled away from them and the body slumped to the ground, but Zoe didn't have time to admire her handiwork. A zombie approached on her side where she was holding the machete. She swung the blade out to her right, severing another zombie's head. Then she pushed forward to keep pace with Samuel. If they stuck together, they would be a better fighting force than alone and surrounded.
A third zombie approached her, arms up to grab her. She swung the blade, down, cutting through the rotten flesh and cracking the skull of the zombie open. Its head sunk down another 4 inches on its neck and fell over. Zoe tried to wrench the machete free but it was caught on something and pulled from her hand.
She brought the gun up to fire on the 4th zombie, but she knew that it would spell their end. A gunshot, even muffled by the zombie's body would pull all the zombied in the lot and on the dock to their location. Instead, she slammed the butt of the gun into the face of the zombie. It stumbled back but didn't go down.
As it recovered its balance, Zoe flipped the barrel around and swung with all her might. The wooden stock of the ruger slammed into the zombie's head. A satisfying crack and sound of flesh tearing as the zombie's jaw went flying. The skull broke inward and the zombie's spinal cord was crushed.
Of course the gun didn't fare so well either. On the second hit, it shattered. Still Zoe beat the brains out of the 4th zombie with the metal barrel of the gun. When she was sure it was dead, never to arise again, she threw down the bent barrel and reached for her machete. Putting her booted heel on its head, she yanked it free, looking around for another target.
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Post by Mikey on Mar 31, 2011 2:55:00 GMT -5
The process was almost done. Samuel saw three on their feet, and knew that they were the only thing standing in the way of a hot meal, a hot shower, and a change of clothes. F**k if they were going to stop him from that.
He lashed out at the closest, hitting it in the chest with his size sixteen boot and sending it to the ground in a heap. It was trying to get back up instantly, but it would be out of the fight for about five seconds. Plenty of time. In a quick stab, Samuel buried the knife into the next zombies throat, using the bone of its neck as leverage to slice to the side and separate the spinal cord. It turned into a useless pile of s*** on the ground in no time flat.
Yanking the knife and ignoring the spurt of blood that covered the front of his shirt, he ducked to the side out of the way of the lunge the third used to try and latch onto its prey. Grabbing a handful of hair, he used it as leverage to yank its head back. It’s mouth was open, and Samuel slid the blade of the knife into it and stabbed through the roof of the mouth. The blade entered the brain and hit the top of the skull, and he let the body weight of the corpse do the work of taking the blade out of the bone.
The last on the ground, it was almost up. Until Samuel kicked it in the ribs and sent it to the ground again. Laying on its back, it reached up for Samuel’s leg as he raised it, the force of the stomp going through the zombie’s grip and fracturing the skull. He lifted his boot again and curb stomped it one more time, watching it’s arms fall to the ground and the thing go limp.
“Lets go.” He said. They should go before any of these things got back up. They didn’t have the time to decapitate them all, they didn’t have the resources to burn them all. Best just to get out and let the ones who got back up join the feeding frenzy on the raiders.
Taking off in a jog down the sidewalk, he could see the estate in the distance. Only a few more blocks to go.
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 1, 2011 18:04:01 GMT -5
That sounded like a hell of an idea, thought Zoe. She tossed the broken rifle into the bushes and then wiped her blade off on her pants. The clothes were shot anyway due to the rotten meat they smeared on them and it was starting to make her nauseous. She jogged to keep up with Samuel and checked to make sure that her revolver was still in its holster. The Jefferson Estate was just in the distance and the jog back was harder than this morning as they were carrying the added weight of the cans of food that they procured from the market. She cast a glance over her shoulder, watching as the zombies continued to gather at the back of the market. It would be a long time before they would go back there. Until all traces of the bodies had been devoured, it would continue to draw the attention of the zombies. She felt sorry for whoever was going there next, but she wasn't about to turn around and go post a sign.
By now she could see the outline of the gate up the road a bit. Damn, she really needed to keep herself in better shape, she thought as she was starting to huff and puff.
The sun had reach the height of its trajectory signalling that it was about noon. Zoe's nauseous fought with her grumbling stomach. It was time to eat. Off in the distances, coming down from the mountains, clouds approached, indicating that rain was possibly heading their way. That was a mixed blessing. Rain would mask alot of the sounds that they made indoors, but it would also cover the sounds of any intruder approaching the house.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 2, 2011 5:25:50 GMT -5
The unlikely pair reached the gates and Samuel stopped for a moment, taking a look around. He wasn’t going to go in this way if anything was on them. But, he didn’t see anything watching them. That was always good. Means they didn’t have to circle the block a few times or get into another knife verses tooth fight. He may have been good at them, but he hated doing it. If he was off his game at all, even if he was having an unlucky day, everything was over.
Unwrapping the scrap metal he had used in place of a lock for the gate, he let Zoe in. He followed her and ‘locked’ it again, making his way up the driveway and looking at the grass. No footprints, that was good. Means that no one was here. Or, they had come in the back. f**k… Their work wasn’t done yet.
Pulling out his .44 and cocking the hammer, he looked at the door and saw that it was undisturbed.
“Take the garage door, I’ll take the front.” He said. “Just in case.” He added.
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 6, 2011 11:29:46 GMT -5
Zoe nodded and pulled out both her machete and her revolver. She wished that she could go in and get her rifle, but it might not be safe.
"Okay, but if you here 28 rounds of gunfire and someone screaming 'Oh Dear God! No, the horror, madness, and insanity of it all', then please check it out at some time in the near future. I'll be listening for you to scream like a little girl for help as well."
Zoe then moved off toward the path that would take her around the estate and down to the carriage house. The garage was separated from the house and was almost a warehouse in its own right. She was careful to no step on the grass or mud as it would leave evidence of something walking by. Instead, she kept to the sidewalks.
Slowly she moved out of sight of Samuel.
OOC - I'm going to move this back to the Jefferson Estate
[Moving from Fair Value Market to Jefferson Estate]
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Post by Rhinn on Oct 11, 2011 15:36:10 GMT -5
[Zoe and Samuel enter Fair Value Market from River Fire and Rescue]
The Challenger coasted down the street. It was a loud car so to counteract the noise, Samuel would tap the gas a bit to get the car going and then coast down the road. The good thing was that it was mostly downhill so once they got the car going, it would keep going. So with only a few taps of the gas pedal, the Challenger around back of the store to where they had last dealt with the raiders.
Zoe saw just a few undead wandering around. Most of the raider’s were either consumed down to a bloody bone mess, or they were wandering around. One of the truck was burned to the ground, the engine exploded.
The other truck however was out of the blast range and sat off to the side. Zoe’s heart leapt with joy. Even if the engine was left running and it drained the tank, there could still be gas cans in the bed. As soon as Samuel stopped, Zoe was out with her machete and her revolver. She scanned the area and then made her way to the truck. She stopped about 5 feet from the truck and stooped to scan underneath it…
Nothing… Then she walked around it to make sure nothing was hiding on the other side.
Nothing… Then she picked up a rock and tossed it into the bed of the truck. It pinged around inside and then stopped. Again silence filled the air… except for the moan of the undead that were unseen. Most had been drawn off by the explosion back at Jefferson Estate.
Grabbing on to the tailgate, Zoe lifted herself up to the back of the truck. Inside the bed was exactly what she had hoped for. Two ten gallon gas containers were sitting in the back. She picked them up to show to Samuel and frowned at how light they were. She shook them and heard just a little bit of liquid in them slosh around.
“It looks like we will need to stop back by the fire station. These are almost empty.” But once they were filled, then they would have 25 gallons on which to get to Vegas. Zoe’s spirits dropped a bit. Even in a car that had great fuel economy, 50 gallons of gas wasn’t going to get them to Vegas. In the Challenger… which wasn’t know for fuel economy, they would never make it. She estimated that they would get to somewhere in New Mexico before they ran out.
They had to find a way to carry more gas. Right before she got out, she noticed that what she thought was the rubber covering for the bed, actually moved. She dropped the two cans down ground and pulled on the covering. It slid out onto the ground. It was orange and had a long tube on the end of it.
She looked up at Samuel. “I think that it is a fuel bladder.” She rolled it over and saw that it carried 500 liters, which meant around 120 gallons of gas.
“Bingo daddy-O.” We can get these back to the fire and rescue and fill them up and be on our way.”
But again, her luck wasn’t of the good nature. Off in the distance, toward Jefferson Estate, gunshots could now be heard. It wasn’t the typical scrounger fire, but a sustained burst from something belt fed.
Zoe went to the fence and peaked through it. Since the store was just down the street from the Estate, they had a pretty good view of it. Three black SUV’s, tricked out for off road driving had pulled up in front of Jefferson Estate. Zoe only saw 4 people, but those were the ones that were guarding the trucks. Easily 3 times as many people were probably making their way inside to collect the man’s things. Their time had run out.
Zoe looked over at Samuel. She didn’t have to say anything… he knew. They needed to get the tanks filled and get the hell out of here.
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Post by Mikey on Oct 14, 2011 3:27:50 GMT -5
“s***…” Samuel muttered as he looked over the side of the truck bed at Zoe’s find. They’d gotten here fast. It would only take a few minutes to check the house. A few hours to check over the whole town. They had to be gone by then.
Grabbing the bladder and hauling it out of the bed with little difficulty, he set it on the ground to open the trunk and hauled it up into the compartment. It fit well enough, when it was half empty. They would need to take the rest of the s*** out and put it in the back seat to fit it all when it was filled. It and the gas cans went inside, just in case, and he closed it with as little noise as possible.
“Let’s get going. We got ten minutes, tops, to get out of town.” He said as he got back inside the car. No way in hell they could face off against a platoon sized group of professional tough guys. He started the car and put it in drive, waiting for her to get back in.
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Post by Rhinn on Oct 14, 2011 14:45:21 GMT -5
"Don't have to tell me twice", quipped Zoe. She grabbed the water and the bags of money and tossed them in the back and then grabbed her rifle. She almost threw herself in the front seat and aimed her rifle out the window. She checked the magazine and saw it was loaded. Then she settled in, letting the furniture of the rifle rest on the window sill. Sure it was bolt action, but she'd be able to get off all ten shots within a few seconds. If they ended up coming down the street towards them, it wouldn't be too hard the hit the lead truck. If they got too close... well that would be trouble.
"It is probably best to just shoot across the road into the alley and take the back streets to the Fire Station."
Luckily the Fire Station was farther away from the house than the store, but it was uphill a bit. They couldn't coast it.
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Post by Mikey on Oct 15, 2011 15:58:46 GMT -5
“Good plan.” Samuel said, letting off the brake and pulling out of the parking lot at low speed. He wanted to avoid making noise as much as possible. But odds were, the guys checking the house would be so deafened from the gunfire that they wouldn’t hear the car several blocks away. They had to worry about being seen more than being heard.
Taking the alley way that she indicated, he came out the other side and took a few of the back streets, trying to keep as much cover between the soldiers and them as he could. Ten minutes, he gave them that much time to get back, get the gas, and get the hell out of here.
(Back at River Fire and Rescue)
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